BDSM

Chocolate

Bound to the table, we cover you in chocolate... as a start.

Spankmasters
Jul 21, 2024
4 min read
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Chocolate
Chocolate

Chocolate

Chocolate

I lay you on your back on the table, you are naked.

I tie your wrists together and tie them to the table legs. I drape your knees over the edge of the table-top and lash your ankles to the legs on the other end.

Your legs are spread wide.

I pour chocolate syrup on your breasts and belly and she and I lick and suck until you are clean.

She climbs onto the table and presses your shoulders to the table with her shins and lowers her cunt to your mouth.

I begin to lash your pussy with my 8-tail, the knots at the ends of each tail shoot sparks of fire into your open, tender and vulnerable flesh.

Your screams of excited pain and pleasure are muffled by her cunt over your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around her clit then thrust into her snatch, her juices flowing stronger with each action. I lean in and cover your cunt with my mouth, soothing and tonguing your hot, swollen, tortured pussy as you wriggle passionately against your rope bonds.

I begin to lick and suck your cuntlips, soothing the pain. You transfer that tongue work to her pussy.

You flick her asshole with your tongue.

I move to your right side and press three fingers into your asshole and curl them to crush your G-spot through your cunt.

I make a sort of fist, mashing your clit between the heel of my hand and my fingers in your ass. My palm presses your dripping, swollen, lashed, sucked and tongued pussy lips.

I grip tightly and lift your hips off the bed by the bone between your ass and cunt.

I slip my right leg under you, my cock, wet with your slime, against your thigh.

She rolls and pinches your nipples, pulling and stretching your tits, lifting you by them, arching your back off the table, your shoulders still pinned by her shins.

Your pain, flaring fully surrounded by your pulsing, flaming sexual excitement, pushes that excitement higher.

Your mouth opens wider with the overwhelming sensations and she grinds her cunt deeper, forcing your jaw to open even more, aching through your passion.

This allows your tongue to plunge deeper and you must swallow quickly as her juices flow forcefully into your throat.

She shudders through an intense orgasm, mindlessly, heedlessly mashing down onto you, your head trapped against the table top.

In her ecstatic throes her hands clutch desperately at your breasts, her fingers curling deep into your soft tit-flesh, pulling them more forcefully though your ribs can not rise further, pinned as you are to the table, so your tits stretch terribly.

The force of all these sensations drive you over the edge and you come, screaming and moaning into her flushing pussy.

As you convulse, my cock, pressed against your trembling leg, gets stiffer.

Lifting you with my ass-to-clit grip I slide in under you and press my cock to join my fingers in your ass.

I lift and lower you, using your hot and puffy rectum to jack my dick.

Your anal muscles clutch, but are held open by my three fingers and are stretched painfully by the addition of my cock.

The heel of my hand crushes your clit against your bone and the jacking action rolls it hard between them.

I have lost track of what she is doing, but I hear a thud as she falls off the table.

I turn my head to see what happened, but your body blocks my vision.

It crosses my mind to stop what I am doing and check on her but, what the hell... I keep pounding myself with your limp and shuddering body.

I begin to come and clutch you tight holding you deeply impaled on my throbbing cock as I shoot into you several times then relax into that post-come stupor of quiet oblivion, sandwiched between the table and the weight of your body.

I feel her fingers clutch my arm as she pulls herself up from the floor.

She is still out of my view, but her sweat-sheened torso slithers against me as she rises.

I hear her slap and pound your body, each contact manifesting a unique sound.

Here, the dull thud of a fist pummeling a tit; there the sharp report of a slap on a tautly stretched thigh.

Blows to the abdomen producing a rich variety of tones; ribs crisply responding to each variation.

And each impact eliciting a sound from your throat.

And a clutching at my softened dick resting still in your ass.

Most delightful.

Having explored her instrument, she begins to play you like a drum kit, singing a free rambling air.

She moves around the table, bringing her tawny belly into my view, and below that, her curly-fleeced mound.

I twist beneath you, reaching my mouth towards her delightfully scented cunt.

Mirroring my action, she lifts her hips slightly to accommodate my questing desire.

My repositioning makes the curve of my stiffening rod dig into the side of your pillowy sponginess.

With each blow of her firmly established rhythm, you tighten your vising sphincter at the base of my cock, bringing me more fully erect with each impact.

What an erotic dance.

Your two voices harmonizing to perfection.

I hear it still.

And stiffen, even now.

After our BDSM session, we decide to indulge in some food as a reward. I serve you a plate of Chocolate cake, your favorite.

Despite the playful marks on your body, you enthusiastically devour the cake, the chocolate syrup reminiscent of our earlier activities, bringing a smile to your face.

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