INNOCENT DEVIL'S HAREM CH. 06 free porn video

(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: April 2, 2022

Tags: harem, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, sex

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- CHAPTER 6: Discussion -

I woke up to being kissed gently on the cheek.

Opening my eyes, I saw Gabriella lying next to me on my bed, completely stark naked. The sight, combined with the sudden memories of us fucking, made my body shift instantly.

She giggled at my reaction, a big grin on her face, her bright red hair tucked behind her ears, her green eyes dancing with delight.

My face felt hot, prompting me to glance past her at the wall in embarrassment. “What time is it?” I wondered, realizing my entire body felt super sore. Even just trying to move felt like a struggle.

“About two-thirty,” she replied. “We both slept for a good hour and a half.” She grinned at me. “You really wore me out.”

“Wore you out?” I scoffed at the idea. “I feel like I can barely move.”

“Really?” she said in surprise. “That’s weird. Maybe it was because you were trembling so much. You must have fatigued your muscles with all your shaking.”

My face flushed again, now feeling embarrassed by how much I’d been shaking earlier.

“Aww, I thought it was really cute,” she admitted. “And I probably wouldn’t have been as confident if it weren’t for that. You really made me feel special.”

“I did?” I asked in disbelief.

“Well, yeah. Because I knew that I was the cause -- I was having that effect on you.” She wrapped her leg around my waist intimately, pulling her exposed pussy closer as she hugged me tightly. “Now,” she continued playfully. “Are you ready for round two?”

Shit, was she serious? I felt like this would be round four! “Umm, well…” I hesitated. “My hormones say yes, but my body says no. If that makes sense.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” she teased. “You can just lay there while I fuck you. I’ll use your cock like a sex toy.” She then grinned at my reaction. “But,” she warned. “If you agree, then that’s your last choice again for a while. I’ll do what I want with you.”

Holy fuck!

I shook my head, wanting to say yes, but physically knowing it would be too much. “I don’t think I can handle it right now. Sorry.”

“Oh, alright,” she sighed, seeming a little disappointed. “We should probably eat anyway. I just wanted more dessert is all. Maybe if I just suck on your cock a little…” Her voice trailed off, a small mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Well,” I said hesitantly. “I did promise I’d let you do what you wanted to me, so…”

Gabriella abruptly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth briefly. She then sighed in satisfaction. “That’s what I want to hear,” she teased. “But, I guess I can give you a break.”

When she sat up, I couldn’t help but gawk at her heavy breasts and thin waist. Her body was more attractive than I could have even imagined in my wildest fantasies. It was difficult to believe that someone existed in reality that was hotter than my vivid imagination.

“What?” she said playfully, a grin on her face as she lifted up one of her plump tits. “You like?”

I nodded once, my voice caught in my throat. Shit, maybe I just needed to suck it up and let her do what she wanted to me.

“Well,” she purred, biting her full lower lip. “You can have this whenever you want,” she offered, only to grin. “I might even let you make the rules one day -- maybe when you can handle yourself better.”

My face flushed, prompting another wave of giggles from her as she climbed out of bed. I had to admit, I kind of liked her teasing me though. It was fun to listen to her laugh, and kind of arousing when she did it at my expense in a sexual way.

I stared at Gabriella’s tight naked ass as she left to go to the restroom, before returning to get dressed. Watching her slip on her leopard-pattern thong was exceptionally hot, because now I knew she’d be wearing it for the rest of the day. Of course, I knew I might have to ask her to change before Serenity came home, just to avoid me exposing my secret by shifting at the thought, but for now I was all about her wearing the vinyl looking thong.

Once she snapped the straps seductively in place, pulling them up much higher on her hips, she then pulled on her jeans, neglecting to button them, followed by her green long-sleeve shirt. However, the moment she had the shirt on, she bunched it up around her midriff and tied a knot, revealing all of her toned stomach, as well as the thong.

Fuck. Even despite my weariness, my cock was hard as a rock now.

Her gaze shifted to it the moment she noticed, subconsciously biting her bottom lip as she inched closer. “You really have a nice cock,” she whispered seductively, sitting down on the side of the bed.

My gaze shifted from her huge tits, to her exposed toned stomach, to the thong straps, to the portion of the thong I could see due to her pants still being unbuttoned, with all the visual stimulation causing me to begin leaking precum again.

Still focused on my stiff member, Gabriella leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around it and bent down to suck on the tip.

The sensation immediately made all my muscles lock up -- and with it, a wave of sincere soreness washed over my body, causing me to groan in discomfort.

She immediately noticed that something wasn’t right, abruptly pulling away, her expression serious. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked in concern. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head, closing my eyes when I realized just how drained I was. Which was bizarre. I’d literally just ran over a marathon earlier in the day, after disposing of the evil cop’s dead body, and yet I’d felt fine afterward.

But now? I was sore as fuck. “Just feel really worn out,” I replied. “I feel like I can barely move.”

“Oh!” she said in surprise. “I thought you were exaggerating.”

I decided to make an effort to sit up, only to fail miserably. “Nope!” I exclaimed. Fuck, what was wrong with me?

She immediately reached down and began pulling on my shoulders, helping me get myself upright and move against the wall. “Wow,” she finally said once I was situated. “I never imagined that I could wear you out. Do you just want me to heat up your food and bring it up here?”

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, actually that sounds perfect. Let’s do that.”

Gabriella nodded in agreement, standing up to finish zipping her pants before disappearing out the door to run downstairs. I thought about making an effort to put my clothes on, but doubted I’d get very far at this point.

Thus, instead, I took a deep breath and leaned my head back against the wall, my hands limp in my exposed lap as I listened to her heat up each plate that she’d prepared earlier. Then, after a few minutes, she was heading back up the stairs.

Accepting my lunch appreciatively, I pulled my knees up to rest the plate on them and then began digging in. Gabriella climbed into the bed with me and sat by my side, leaning into my shoulder a little as she took a bite too.

Oddly enough, which each bite I felt better and better, until a few minutes later I basically felt normal again, the soreness having dissipated entirely. Continuing to shove food in my mouth, I noticed that the chicken was especially potent to my tongue, almost overwhelming the other flavors.

Swallowing the bite I was working on, I decided to bring the subject up to break the silence. “This is really good by the way,” I began with.

She grinned at me, her expression the most content I’d ever seen. “I’m glad you like it!” she said cheerfully.

I continued. “But, I was wondering something. Can you describe to me how it tastes to you? Like, what flavor tastes the strongest?”

She gave me a confused look, and then took another bite as she thought about it. “Well, I mean I taste the cheese, chicken, peppers, onions…and of course the tortilla.” She swallowed. “Probably the most potent taste to me is the sour cream. Why?”

I frowned. “For some reason, it’s as if all I can taste is the chicken, whereas normally I would taste what you described. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s really amazing, but the flavor of the chicken is overwhelmingly mouthwatering, and…” My voice trailed off, my brow now furrowed.

“And what?” she prompted, seeming concerned by my expression.

“Well, my body feels a lot better already,” I admitted. “The soreness is almost completely gone. But, surely I couldn’t have digested my food that fast, right?”

Gabriella was thoughtful for a moment, taking another bite and swallowing before answering. “Really, we don’t know anything about how your body works. So, for all we know, maybe you did digest it already. You obviously can heal almost instantly, which kind of seems impossible as it is, so why not?”

I sighed, suddenly recalling all the bruises still present on her body. “Honestly, I kind of wish you could heal fast too. It scares me to think you’d be in the hospital right now, or worse, if you had gotten shot instead of me.”

She just shrugged nonchalantly in response. “It is, what it is. No point in worrying about it. I’m just glad I don’t have to worry about you at least.” She grinned at me again. “You’ll just have to protect me is all.” Her smile widened. “My own personal guardian angel.”

I scoffed. “Some angel! Never seen one that looked like this.”

“Oh?” she retorted playfully. “You’ve seen an angel, have you?”

“Yes,” I said seriously, giving her a meaningful look.

Her face flushed when she realized I was referring to her, averting her emerald gaze for a moment, before scolding me in a playful tone. “Finish your food, young man, before it gets cold.”

“Yes ma’am!” I teased back, eagerly taking an exaggerated bite.

She giggled and resumed eating. However, as she stared at the wall across the room, she visibly became more and more pensive. After a few minutes, I finally nudged her gently, silently encouraging her to share her thoughts.

She gave me an apologetic look. “I was just wondering. What do you think you would do if someone found out about you? Like, someone who wouldn’t keep it a secret?”

I leaned my head back against the wall as I seriously considered it. “I mean, there’s not really many options. I’d probably have to run away or something.”

Gabriella nodded in agreement. “I have almost fifteen-thousand saved up, if we need to disappear.” When I looked at her in shock, she quickly continued, her tone lighthearted. “What? Did you think I’d let you leave by yourself?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m actually more surprised you have so much saved. Most people live paycheck to paycheck.”

“Oh, well it’s pretty standard to tip at a nail salon, except that I get paid a good hourly wage, unlike a waitress. Which means, all my tips are pure bonus. I could easily pay my bills without them. Not to mention, I live in a studio apartment, and I try to only buy things I really need.”

“Like a treadmill?” I teased.

She stuck her tongue out at me. “Hey, if you had any idea what I have to put up with on a daily basis, then you’d understand. You’d probably buy me one yourself!”

I smirked, knowing she was probably right. I hadn’t really thought much about her having to deal with other guys vying for her attention, but just the idea made me a little jealous. “Well, I’m glad to hear you’re good with money,” I admitted. “That you actually save it, instead of burning through it all.”

“Why is that?” she wondered.

I hesitated, setting down my now empty plate on the edge of the bed. “Well, I guess Serenity probably wouldn’t have mentioned it to you, but we both sort of have a lot of insurance money at our disposal. Like, millions worth.”

Gabriella’s jaw dropped, but then she was apologetic when she considered where it had come from. “Sorry,” she whispered.

I shook my head. “It’s alright. We don’t usually share that information with anyone though. Otherwise, people act like we won the lottery instead of lost our parents.” I grimaced, thinking of unpleasant memories. “I can’t even begin to tell you how many shitheads asked me for money when I was younger, and then bullied me when I refused.”

She nodded sympathetically. “That really is a lot of money, though. Most people don’t even have life insurance policies, and those who do maybe only have a hundred-thousand at the most.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It is kind of unusual that our parents had such a large policy. And it was actually in a trust fund, so I still don’t really have direct control of my half. Serenity is technically the only one who can withdraw money at this point, though she never has. She’s always used her own insurance money.” I paused. “Obviously, I’m an adult now, but I don’t know if my access has fully kicked in. Not to mention, it’s all tied up in investments anyway.” I sighed. “I might have to fill out a form or something, but I’m not sure. Serenity probably knows, but I haven’t bothered bringing it up, since I have no intention on spending any of it anytime soon.” I paused, realizing I’d missed an important point. “Granted, even though I don’t have access to all of it, I do have like forty-thousand in my checking account that I have free reign over. Serenity withdrew it for me a few years ago, just so I could buy things without her permission, if I wanted to. Although, I’m like you -- I only buy what I need, minus the treadmill.”

Gabriella playfully stuck her tongue out at me again, only to poke me in the side. “Hey buddy! You might not be enjoying a well-toned body if I didn’t jog every day! I would think you’d be a little more appreciative.” She focused down at her belly for emphasis, which was visible thanks to the knot in her shirt.

I grinned at her. “Okay, maybe the treadmill is a necessity,” I agreed.

She smirked, a playful glint in her eye as she flexed her stomach. “So then,” she said in a suggestive tone. “If your muscles are feeling better, then I think you’re ready for round two!”

Knowing she was serious, I slumped over to my side and buried my face into the blanket. Without hesitation, she set her plate down and climbed on top of me as if she was chasing after. “You can’t get away from me!” she teased. “We’ve got to build up your tolerance!”

“It’s never going to happen,” I groaned, feeling overwhelmed again by her scent.

“Nope! You’re wrong,” she said seriously.

I looked up at her then, my cheeks growing warm when I realized how close her face was to mine. Even though she at least had clothes on, I still felt aroused by her weight on me. “I am?”

She nodded. “Sure, you will probably always transform when I take advantage of you, but you’ve actually spent a lot of time looking normal while we’ve been talking. You might even be ready to take me out on a date in public soon!”

Holding up my hand, I saw that I was definitely dark gray now, but as I thought about it, I realized she was right. When we were eating, my appearance was mostly normal the majority of the time. Although, if we ever went out in public together, we’d definitely have to be really careful…

Well, actually, she would have to be the careful one -- careful about touching me, or what she said to me -- but maybe there was hope that I might actually be able to tolerate being around her in a more casual environment. Shit, it’d only been a day, and yet it felt like I’d already come a long way. At the very least, I could hold a conversation with her now, whereas when I first met her I almost transformed just from being in her presence, never mind speaking with her.

“Huh, I guess you’re right,” I admitted. “Then, I suppose I’m all yours for round two. I want to take you on a proper date as soon as possible.”

She squealed in sincere excitement, before focusing on the task at hand. “Alright then, that was your last choice! Are you ready to do what I tell you?”

I nodded weakly, only because I felt really nervous again. I would have thought that fucking her once would break through my anxiety, but her intoxicating scent made it feel like this new experience was going to be my first time all over again.

I also loved how assertive she was, but the nervous excitement made my stomach feel like it was in knots. “Let’s at least put the plates on the floor,” I whispered.

She climbed off me, quickly stacked our plates on my dresser, and then faced me while reaching to unbutton her jeans. As she began unzipping them, I couldn’t help but avert my gaze the moment I focused on her shiny leopard-print thong, wondering if she was going to sit on my face again -- hoping for it. She immediately chastised me.

“Look,” she demanded.

I obeyed, watching her slowly begin to slip her pants down, stepping out one leg at a time. She then undid the knot in her shirt, took that off, and began working on her bra. I gulped the moment her heavy plump breasts were exposed, glancing away again.

“Hey buddy,” she said. “I’m going to have to start punishing you for not listening.”

I had no idea what she would do as a ‘punishment,’ but I strongly doubted it would be anything other than amazing. Working up my courage a little, I decided to play along. “Please punish me,” I whispered.

She giggled. “Oh baby, yes. That’s what I want to hear.”

I focused on her again when she snapped her thong, just to get my attention, only to bend down and pick up the purple silky pajama top from the floor. She slid the slick material over her skin, beginning to button the front halfway, leaving easy access to her tits.

I gulped as she took her time climbing back in bed, almost as if she was posing for a photoshoot. A fucking hot photoshoot. Her hard nipples were poking through the purple silk, the shirt almost tight enough around her chest to serve as a bra on its own.

Once she was on her knees beside me, her legs spread apart, she finally spoke.

“Scoot closer,” she instructed, pointing more toward the middle of the bed.

I did so, only to gasp as she twisted around and swung a leg over my head, placing us in a sixty-nine. However, she didn’t go down on me, instead sitting upright again as she lowered her ass onto my face, covering my eyes while my nose pressed into her pussy.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

Unable to see, I assumed she wanted me to feel her up, so I lifted my arms and felt the silky smooth skin on her hips, before raising my hands higher and searching for her boobs. She moaned as I rubbed her nipples over the purple silk, beginning to rotate her hips slowly on my face.

My muscles tensed when she lowered her upper body again, feeling her hot breath on the head of my cock as she slowly wrapped her fingers around the base, shifting her pussy onto my mouth.

Just as she gently kissed the tip of my cock, her phone unexpectedly chimed, prompting her to instantly pop up, lifting herself off my face.

Reflexively, I grabbed her hips, not wanting her to stop, since I assumed that she just had a message. “It can wait,” I pleaded, loosening my grip when she tried to move anyway.

She sighed, sitting next to me. “Normally, I’d agree. But if it’s Serenity, then I need to respond right away. Otherwise she’ll think something’s up.”

I smirked at her. “But something is up, silly.”

Gabriella gently leaned down to kiss me on the lips, before responding. “It will just take a second.” She then smirked. “And then I’m going to have to punish you afterward for doing something I didn’t say,” she added playfully.

I assumed she was talking about me grabbing her hips. “Maybe we need to clarify the rules,” I suggested, since it seemed like rules sincerely existed with her, but I honestly didn’t know exactly what they were.

She nodded as she scooted out of bed to grab her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans on the floor. She then angled toward me as she read the message. “Huh, nope. It’s my mom. Apparently, there’s a book sale at one of the stores in the mall. It’s today only.”

“Oh, do you want to go?” I wondered, seeing the torn expression in her eyes.

“Umm, do you think you can?” she asked seriously, clearly not wanting to go without me. Granted, even if she wanted to go alone, she didn’t have a car here -- she would have to borrow mine.

I nodded, holding up a finger. “I should be fine, but only if you’re really careful not to flirt with me.”

She clasped her phone in both hands, looking excited. “I won’t! I promise I’ll be good!”

I grinned at her eagerness and sat up to scoot out of the bed.

She immediately held up her hand. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

I looked at her in confusion. “To get ready?”

She shook her head at me. “Umm, nope! I’m not done with you yet!”

I gulped, my face growing hot as she jumped back on the bed, demanding I lay down so she could straddle my face again. Within a few seconds, I was staring up at the triangular patch of shiny leopard-print covering her hot snatch, trying to breathe while she engulfed me in her mouth. Reaching up, I grabbed her ass cheek, before slipping my fingers into her crack and pushing on her asshole again like a button.

She moaned from the sensation, but then leaned forward off my face a little, prompting me to stop.

“Okay, so that felt amazing,” she admitted. “But I think you’re right about us needing to clarify the rules. It excites me when I’m the one in control, so I don’t want you to move at all unless I tell you to. Last time, you did a really good job of only doing stuff if I told you to, but I realize now it was because you were so nervous.”

“O-Okay,” I agreed, dropping my arms to my sides again. “Sorry,” I added.

She moved her pussy back over my face, so that it was all I had to look at. “Don’t be. I’m glad you’re becoming more comfortable with me, and I can’t expect you to read my mind.” She paused. “Plus, even though our first time was amazing, it’s still going to take some time to learn what we both like and prefer. Maybe it would help if we have a simple code phrase. Like, if I say ‘I’m in control’ or ‘You have to do what I say’ or ‘That’s your last choice,’ then it means you can’t do anything unless I invite you to do it, like touching me.”

“Okay,” I repeated, gasping when she licked my cock briefly. “I don’t have a problem with that,” I added. “Although, I’m kind of surprised that you know what you want.”

Gabriella hesitated for a moment. “Umm, there’s a reason for that,” she admitted. “But now probably isn’t the best time to talk about it.”

Now I was concerned. “Something that will bother me?” I asked seriously.

She sat up and leaned forward so that she could look down at me over her shoulder, giving me an amazing view of her tight ass. “No, not really. At least, I don’t see any reason why you’d be bothered by it. I just don’t think it’s a good sex conversation.” She paused. “How about I tell you on the way to the mall?”

“Sure,” I agreed, feeling less concerned, especially since it sounded like it’d be a conversation that wouldn’t make me transform, based on when she wanted to share.

She smirked at me. “Okay, so what are the rules?” she asked playfully.

“You’re in control, I have no more choices, so I have to do whatever you say and nothing else.”

“Exactly!” she praised. “Good boy! And like earlier, when I let you fuck me in the ass, I’ll let you know when it’s your turn to do what you want. And since you apparently like it when I’m tied up and vulnerable, we can try that sometime too.”

I was about to respond, but she abruptly decided to plop down on my face, shoving the slick thong against my mouth.

“Sound good?” she said, her tone amused as she lowered her upper body again.

I mumbled a response, causing her to giggle and resumed focusing on my cock in her face, taking a slow deep breath before deepthroating me. I tried not to squirm from the sensation, focusing on my cock in her mouth as well as her hot pussy on my lips. I wanted to suck on her so bad, still intoxicated with her arousal, but knew I had to wait while she toyed with me.

She pulled off, beginning to grind her pussy from my nose to chin. “Cum for me, baby,” she whispered, before deepthroating me a second time.

It didn’t take long before all my muscles were tensing, my cock straining. Gabriella immediately wrapped her lips just around the tip while continuing to stroke me with her hand. She squeaked again in surprise, the sound adorable, as I started shooting my load into her mouth. There was no gulping this time though, with her keeping it all on her tongue.

She then pulled away once I was finished, grinding more fervently on my face as she held my cum in her mouth, like she was savoring the taste while she aimed for her own orgasm.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Mmmm!”

She squirted on my face, the shiny thong causing most of her aroused pussy juice to wet the sides of my jaw and her thighs. My head was spinning again, my nose filled with her scent as I sucked in sharp breaths, doing my best to keep myself from grabbing her, taking control, and fucking her silly.

I then heard her gulp loudly a couple of times, before climbing off entirely, looking down at me with a satisfied grin as she held up her finger. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Looking at her in confusion, I did as she asked, not moving a muscle while she whipped around and took off out of the room. I heard her run to the kitchen, open the pantry and grab something, before running back upstairs.

My eyes widened in surprise when I saw she had a bottle of maple syrup in her hand. Without hesitation, she straddled my chest, this time facing me. She then unbuttoned the purple silk shirt the rest of the way, pulling the sides away so that her hot stomach and massive tits were exposed.

She then uncapped the bottle and held it up to her plump breasts.

My slightly hard cock immediately stood at attention when she started squeezing the syrup on her upper chest, the room-temperature liquid beginning to slide down to her nipples. She then laid the capped bottle next to her and started running her fingers through the sugary fluid, rubbing it into her nipples like a lotion. Once her tits were covered in a layer, looking all sticky now, she wiped her hands off on her stomach.

Glancing back at my cock, she grinned when she saw how hard I was, before focusing down at me, moving her body forward a little so that I was staring underneath her boobs. “You like my tits?” she wondered, her tone a little haughty.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Want to clean them off for me?” she asked, sounding indifferent, like she didn’t care one way or another, and she’d be doing me a favor by letting me.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You’ve got to beg me for it. Say, ‘Please let me lick you clean, mistress.’”

Dang. She was really getting kinky, and I loved it.

“Please let me lick you clean, mistress,” I repeated.

“Good boy,” she said encouragingly, still sounding aloof. She then brought her finger to my lips, before forcing one into my mouth. “Suck,” she demanded.

I did, tasting the residue of the syrup as I gently ran my tongue around it. She then proceeded to pull it out and insert another finger, one at a time, until I’d cleaned them all with my mouth. After I was done, she climbed off for a moment and instructed me to sit against the wall.

I scooted back, prompting her to grab the syrup bottle a second time and begin pouring more of it on her tits, with some of it dripping onto my chest as she straddled my waist. Looking up at her hard nipples, I kept my hands to my side while she moved her thong over a little and began sinking onto my cock.

I whimpered when I felt her tight pussy squeezing me whenever I throbbed, feeling like I was about to explode just from that. She set the bottle to the side, grabbing her tits and holding them up a little as they continued to drip thin threads of syrup.

“Clean me up, cutie. I’m dripping everywhere.”

I complied, my mouth open as I went for her nipple, sucking it in between my lips. She moaned from the sensation, leaning toward me briefly, before speaking up again. “Hold my tits,” she demanded in a whisper.

I reached up to place my thumbs underneath them, grabbing them firmly while I sucked on the one, the tip of my nose getting covered in syrup. Letting go of her breasts, she placed her hands on the sides of my head, holding me while I sucked, beginning to rock up and down on my throbbing cock.

“Try not to cum,” she whispered. “Focus on licking my tits clean.”

What she was asking felt impossible, but I did as she asked, letting go of her nipple and running my tongue all along her plump boobs while she rode my cock rhythmically. My muscles were already beginning to strain, trying to hold back this time, as she brought her lips closer to my ear, still holding my face while I licked her, occasionally running her fingertips tenderly through my hair.

“Good boy,” she said affectionately. “After this I’m going to cover my pussy in maple syrup and make you eat me out. Do you want to eat me out?” she wondered curiously. “Say, ‘Yes mistress.’”

“Yes, mistress,” I repeated breathlessly, resuming my licking.

“Please let me taste your pussy, mistress.”

Shit, she was making me so fucking horny.

“Please let me taste your pussy, mistress,” I echoed, my cock straining.

“Please fuck me, mistress,” she whispered passionately.

“Please, fuck!” I unloaded in her, my cock throbbing as I emptied my balls.

“That’s right, baby,” she whispered, leaning down more to kiss me on the temple. “Cum in me. Give me all that cock juice.”

“Shit,” I hissed after a second, my body trembling from the effort. “Fuck, that was wonderful.”

She grinned, waiting for a few more seconds, before pulling off of me. Instantly, cum was dripping out of her snatch, leaking all over my cock and pelvis. She reached down with her fingers to stop the flow, using the thong to help, and then scooted back off the bed. “Be right back. I’ll clean up really fast, come clean you up, and then I’m going to make you eat me out.”

I gulped, only able to nod as she turned around and walked awkwardly toward the door. A minute later and she came back with a bunch of toilet paper. However, she didn’t immediately wipe my cum off like I assumed. Instead, she bent down, one leg still off the bed as she knelt on one knee, and engulfed me in her mouth. She then licked me up, angled my cock away with her fingers, and began slurping up the cum on my pelvis.

The sensation of having her down their caused my stomach to flinch repeatedly, eliciting more giggles from her. She then used the toilet paper to dry off her spit, before crawling to my side and lying down. Lifting her tight ass off the bed, she pulled her thong off and discarded it onto the floor.

I knew there was probably still cum in her hot snatch, but she’d cleaned the outside really well -- there was no indication I’d just unloaded in her.

“Now,” she said firmly, focusing on me, her cheeks flushed. “Grab the syrup bottle and squirt it on my pussy.”

I focused more intently between her legs as I reached for the bottle, enthralled with how soft her trimmed red pubic hair above her perfect pussy looked. Everything about the sight was enticing, the way her pale skin turned pink, the way her swollen lips seemed to beg me to kiss them, the way her partially hidden swollen clit looked like a cute little button just begging to be touched.

Uncapping the bottle, I held it over her velvety red pubic hair, beginning to let it drizzle onto her skin. I then watched as it slowly moved down her pussy, a trickle of it slipping in between her ass crack.

“What a naughty boy!” she exclaimed in a playful tone. “You got me all messy.”

“I did,” I agreed, my face flushed.

“Now eat my pussy out, and clean up your sticky mess,” she demanded. “That’s your punishment for cumming in me.”

My whole body felt hot as I readjusted myself and lowered my face between her legs. She immediately reached up and snagged her fingers roughly in my white hair, pulling me down against her snatch, even as she lifted her ass up a little, wrapping a leg around the back of my neck.

“Hurry,” she encouraged. “Before your mess drips all over the blanket.”

Some of the syrup was already about to drip from her crack, so I quickly ran my tongue between her cheeks, tasting the sweetness, which only enhanced the excitement induced from her natural juices, and then started sucking on her sticky lips.

“Oh yes, baby!” she exclaimed, thrusting her chest upward as she arched her back. “Suck on my pussy, you naughty boy!” She moaned, reaching up with one hand to place her palm on her own forehead, her fingers in her bright red hair, even as she used her other hand to force me roughly between her legs. “Uhh, baby! Lick me baby! Suck on my clit!”

I moved a little higher, pulling her swollen clit between my lips.

“Ugh!” she half-groaned, half-screamed, squirting against my chin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes! Fuck yes!” Her thighs were trembling against my cheeks as she squeezed them tightly together, squishing my head while her hips uncontrollably bucked against my mouth. “Fuck,” she repeated, her body beginning to relax. “Oh fuck, you’re such a good boy. I think you’ve earned yourself a reward. Say, ‘What do I get to do to you, mistress?’”

“What do I get to do to you, mistress?” I mumbled against her pussy lips.

She finally opened her eyes again, looking down at me passionately, her face flushed red. “You get to tie me up and play with me however you want. You can also dress me in whatever you want. I’ll even whimper and pretend like I’m nervous for you, like it’s my first time.”

Fuck yes!

“What should I use?” I wondered, realizing I didn’t really have anything to tie her up with.

“Have any belts or anything? Even just a pillowcase or shirt could work too.”

I nodded, climbing out of bed to grab a couple of belts from my closet. In the meantime, she made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean off the residue syrup, and then returned only to grab her thong off the floor and slip it back on. She also buttoned up the purple silk halfway a second time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the sight of her smooth toned thighs making my cock stand at attention again, she then held out her hands together, as an offer for me to tie them up.

Of course, I wanted to be careful with her, trying to ignore the bruises on her arms, but I also wanted her to be unable to get free on her own. Wrapping one of the thinner leather belts around one wrist, followed by the other, I then wrapped it twice around the portion connecting her hands, only to give her a tug like I had her on a leash.

She stood up in response, letting me lead her just a couple of feet to the end of the bed.

“Sit,” I instructed.

She gave me the look. An expression of pure submission and vulnerability, her bottom lip sticking out slightly into a pout, her green eyes looking nervous to the point of almost being afraid. Holy fuck, I’d never believe that she was acting if I didn’t know otherwise. It was all too convincing.

And the craving to dominate her resurfaced in full force.

Tying the belt to the top of the bedpost after she sat down, leaving barely half a foot of strap left between it and her bound hands, I gently pushed her down onto her back, her arms held up as I began readjusting her body, sliding her carefully further away from the bed so that her arms were stretched out.

I then used the second belt on her feet, winding the entire thing around a couple of times and tying it. Standing up, I grabbed my blanket to toss on the floor, only to pull my sheet off and tie the thinner material between her ankles. Once I had it secure, I pulled the sheet taut in order to wrap around the foot of my dresser, which was well-balanced and really heavy -- even if she wanted to get free, she’d really struggle to slide it across the floor.

The moment I was done, Gabriella tensed her body, looking like she was trying to pull her knees up, only to be unable to do so. I doubted she was putting her whole effort into it, but she was sincerely stuck, with no easy way to free herself.

When she looked at me with that vulnerable expression again, nervous and afraid, I gulped. Focusing on her nipples poking through the purple silk, her huge tits spread far apart due to their weight, I scanned her slim waist followed by focusing on her leopard-print thong and smooth legs.

“Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What are you going to do to me?”

Holy shit! How was she so good at roleplaying?

She was so fucking hot!

“I’m going to play with you,” I replied seriously, moving closer to sit by her hip. Reaching out, I rubbed my fingertips over her hard nipple, feeling the smooth silk. She whimpered from my touch, her full bottom lip sticking out.

“Are you going to be rough with me, master?” she wondered innocently.

“Yes,” I whispered, abruptly grabbing a handful of her tit and squeezing firmly. She whimpered and moaned, her back arching slightly.

With my other hand, I then felt her muscles tensing underneath the silk on her stomach, before moving my fingers lower and rubbing over the plastic-feeling thong. She continued to whimper as I played with her tit and pussy, deciding to slide my fingers underneath to stick one inside. Holy fuck she was so wet and warm.

Reaching deeper, I felt her muscled walls squeezing against me as I felt around. Noticing a rougher spot of what felt like thick wrinkled tissue, I gave it my attention, rubbing my finger over the area firmly. Based on its location, I assumed it must be her g-spot.

Gabriella sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, that feels so good, master,” she whimpered. “I’ve been a bad little slut and need to be punished.”

My eyes widened slightly at the roleplay, before I smirked. “You like that, little slut?” I asked, going along with it.

She whimpered, her expression vulnerable. “Yes, master. I’m your naughty little slut. Punish me, master.”

Readjusting my hand a little, I continued to rub my finger inside of her while using my thumb to gently rub over the bit of skin covering her clit. She gasped, arching her back again, her arms and legs straining against the straps.

“Oh master,” she whimpered. “I’ve been so bad. I need a spanking. Spank my tits.”

Holy fuck!

Uncertain of how hard I should slap her, I continued fingering her pussy while holding my hand up to the side of her heavy boob. Giving it a small slap, my cock throbbed in response to watching it jiggle.

“Harder,” she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly. “Spank me harder, master.”

Pulling on the silk, I freed one of her tits entirely from the shiny shirt, before smacking it firmly, causing the whole thing to jiggle toward the other before falling back in place. When she moaned, her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip, I smacked her tit again. And again, beginning to spank it with a rhythm, letting it fall back into place for a second before giving it another smack.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I said firmly, noticing the side of her boob was red now. Smack.

“I’ve been such a bad girl,” she agreed with a whimper. Smack. “Spank your bad girl, master.” Smack. “Uhh!” she cried out, her hips jutting upward as she squirted on my hand.

Pulling my finger out of her pussy, I immediately bent down as she tried to catch her breath, pressing my mouth firmly against her parted lips and shoving my tongue in. After the rough kiss, I then pulled away as I brought my hand up, sticking my wet finger between her lips, a little bit of her juice on my hand dripping onto her chin.

Her green eyes widened in alarm, before her face flushed and she obediently began sucking on the finger I’d used to fuck her. I leaned forward again to kiss her on the cheek, before pulling away to whisper in her ear.

“You’ve been really naughty, so I’m going to fuck you and cum in your pussy.”

She whimpered again, still sucking, so I kept my finger in her mouth as I moved to straddle her waist, supporting my weight on the elbow of my free arm. Adjusting my hips to angle my stiff cock right, I began putting pressure between her thighs, slipping right inside once I found the correct spot.

Fucking her in this position, with her legs together below me, made me realize I couldn’t get inside her as deep as before, but my cock was plenty long enough to make it work. Thus, with her still sucking on my finger, I began thrusting into her, curling my back so I could get her nipple in my mouth too.

“Mm-Mm-Mm,” she moaned in time with my thrusts as I picked up the pace.

Grabbing her jaw with my free fingers, curling the finger in her mouth around her bottom teeth, I held on firmly as I felt myself reach the edge, sucking her nipple as far into my mouth as I could.

“Fuck!” I cried out against her tit, letting go of her face and placing my hand on the ground to help support my weight.

“Wow!” she said cheerfully, breaking character. “You really liked that, didn’t you? Naughty boy!”

I gasped for air, kissing her dark areolar next to her nipple. “Yes,” I admitted, taking a deep breath. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” I wondered, glancing up at her endearing expression.

“Nope! You were perfect!” She smirked. “I’ve always been told that it’s important to have a safeword for this kind of sex, but I’m not really big into the idea of acting like I don’t want it.” When I gave her a confused look, she elaborated. “Like, if we decided that I was going to tell you ‘no,’ or asking you to ‘stop’ over and over again, then we’d need a different word that truly meant no. Like ‘Chimera’ or something odd like that.”

“Oh,” I said in surprise. “Oh, yeah I’m not sure I’d be too into that either. I like you being tied up and looking even a little afraid, like what you were doing, but I want you to want it.”

“Right,” she agreed. “You want to dominate me -- for me to act like I’ve been naughty and need to be punished, but want the punishment. For me, I like more verbal bondage where you can’t move because I tell you not to. That’s the part I get off on, feeling like I’m the one truly in control. And even just now, I still felt like I was really the one in control, even though I’m tied up.”

I nodded in agreement, knowing that was the case. Even despite her vulnerability and nervous act, she was the one telling me what to do and how to do it. Sure, I did some things on my own, and she let me, but ultimately I was going to look for signs of what she wanted when it was time to pleasure her, as well as looking for signs that might indicate she wasn’t enjoying it whenever it was my turn to get off.

Although, I felt like it was strange that we worked so well together. Or rather, strange that she seemed so experienced even though she was undeniably a virgin -- based on the objective fact that I’d taken her first time only hours ago.

“Just wondering,” I began hesitantly. “But how do you seem to know what I want? I believe you’re a virgin,” I quickly clarified. “But having sex with you feels like I’m fucking a highly experienced woman.”

She grinned. “Thanks for the compliment!” she chirped. “It’s because we’re perfect together!”

“Really?” I asked, trying not to sound too skeptical.

She pouted, being playfully adorable. “I mean, I think we’re pretty perfect for each other, don’t you? Kind of hard to believe it’s your first time too, with how you just handled my pussy. Who taught you to use your thumb while fingering me?”

My eyes widened as I thought about that. “Oh, I guess you have a point,” I admitted.

“It just felt right, didn’t it?” she said in understanding.

“It did,” I agreed.

Damn, she hit the nail right on the head. Something about the whole thing just felt ‘right.’ Prior to fingering her how I did, I’d never even thought about doing it like that before, and moving my thumb and fingers independently of each other, in different directions, just felt so natural as if I’d trained my hand to do that.

Honestly, it hadn’t been the first time my body adapted to a situation, like the first time I chopped wood or the first time I flew, but still it was strange.

“So,” she said emphatically, her arms still tied above her head. “Am I free to go now?”

I smirked at her, before standing up. “No,” I said firmly, carefully stepping so that my feet were next to her armpits, her arms still pulled above her head. I then lowered myself slowly until I was on my knees with my cock in her face. “Lick my cock clean, and then I’m going to keep it in your mouth until I get soft.”

She grinned at that, leaning her head forward to kiss my head. “Not sure if you’ll be able to get soft in my mouth, but we can try!” she said cheerfully, only to open up and suck me in.

I gasped from the sensation, still sensitive from cumming in her pussy.

“Mmm,” she moaned, rolling her tongue around me.

Reaching down for her head, I curled my hand around the back of her neck to give her support while I started running my fingers gently through her red hair. She continued to tease me as I tucked some of her hair behind her ear and then continued to massage her head.

Tensing my arm supporting her neck, I unexpectedly pulled her closer, shoving my cock to the back of her throat and making her gag, before releasing.

She continued bobbing on me without complaint, moaning as she did so. Once I started getting close, I began rocking my hips gently, prompting her to finally relax her mouth as I carefully fucked the back of her throat. I wasn’t shoving myself in nearly as far as she did when she was swallowing me, instead just poking at the back of her tongue where it got tighter before pulling out to thrust slowly again.

Not wanting her to accidentally choke from my cum shooting into the back of her throat, I reached down to start stroking myself, still holding her head with my other hand, resting the tip of my cock at her lips. She opened her mouth in preparation for me to get there, quickly wrapping her lips around the top when I grunted and shot my load.

“Fuck,” I whispered, throbbing as she gulped it down.

With another few kisses on my cock, she grinned at me after a moment. “Okay, now you need to let me go, master. You still have a date to take me on, and we both need a shower.”

I smirked at her, moving to her side and kissing her tenderly on the cheek. “Yes, mistress,” I whispered, before getting to work.

“I love you, baby,” she replied, her expression affectionate as she watched me untie her hands from the bed.

I paused what I was doing to focus on her emerald gaze. “I love you, Gabriella. Thank you for fucking me.”

She grinned. “You’re welcome, naughty boy!”

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This is a long story that involves lots of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I'm posting it for free.

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(Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: April 2, 2022

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