bunsofsteel187
02-06-2003, 1:50 AM
I screamed into the tape covering my mouth. Pleas, prayers, she heard none of them, nor would she have cared. She just laughed as I bucked and struggled, it got me nowhere. She continued moving her butt slowly towards me, her knees sliding lightly across the carpet on either side of my bound body. Her feet were now near my shoulders, she raked the skin on my stomach with her fingernails in anticipation. She moved her feet around my shoulders to my head, first the right, then the left, and manuevered them under the back of my head. Once the soles of her feet had a good grip on the back of my head she arched them, so that her heels rested on the side of my skull. She was incredibly deft at this, it felt as if a pair of hands had clamped around my head.
Every avenue of escape had now been blocked. My fate was sealed. Her butt moved ominously closer, growing larger by the second. Now inches away, I could already smell her musky aroma. She stopped and held her ass steady an inch from my nose. The scent was powerful at close range. She turned her head and looked at me again.
"Kiss it." she said. "Kiss my ass."
I didn't comply. I stared at her defiantly. She twisted my nipple hard reminding me of her earlier warning. I reluctantley put my lips to her ass cheek, first one, then the other. My god they were soft, like two silky pillows. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart.
"Kiss it." She said again.
I touched my lips to her thong and kissed the anus hidden beneath it. She used her feet in a vice grip around my head to hold me there. For about thirty seconds she kept my lips glued to her thong covered butthole, I couldn't escape. She let my head back down and lowered herself so that her pussy was on my chin and her asshole rested gently on my nostrils. My mouth was sealed with tape so I could only breath through my nose, and my air came directly from her anus. To make matters worse, I was breathing furiously from all the struggling, and the only air available smelled heavily of her ass.
"You're just going to smell it for awhile." Melanie said matter of factly. She reached behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks. She spread them open and then closed them again, mimicking a mouth.
"Consider this your punishment for staring at me." she said in a high pitched vioce, pretending that her ass was talking to me. She laughed at her own joke, her butthole banging into my nose as her body shook. For twenty five minutes she stayed there, her feet holding my head in place, forcing me to smell her ass. She left just enough room to breath at all times, no farther away than I needed to be. She kept me constantly close enough to get the full effect of her anuses' aroma.
When she got up she stretched her lithe body.
"How was it?" she asked.
I moaned into the tape and banged the back of my head into the boards that I was strapped to. She thouroghly enjoyed this response. She stood up facing me now, with my body between her legs. She lowered herself down onto my erection. I could feel the moisture on the butt of her thong from my heavy breathing into and out of her asshole. She splayed her hands on my chest and massaged my skin as she rubbed her pantied sex on my penis. I watched her face as she rubbed against me, her eyes were closed, she moaned and then bit her lip. She reached for her shirt and in one fluid motion ripped the tiny thing off exposing her breasts. Although fairly small, they were beautifully shaped. She began to massage them as she continued to rub her sex into mine. Quite suddenly she reached for my face and ripped the tape painfully from my mouth. I gasped in surprise, and in that same moment she leaned forward and shoved an already hard nipple into my mouth.
"Suck on it." She demanded.
I obliged wholeheartedly, fearing another encounter with her ass. After five minutes of licking and sucking, she removed her breast, and forced me into service on the other one. Once satisfied she stood up again. She removed the skirt that she had pulled high onto her waist like a belt, and threw it aside. She made a show of removing her thong panties and threw those aside too. Now fully nude she walked seductively to a desk on the other side of the room. She opened a droor and extracted a long thin leather strap. She wrapped the strap around the upper portion of her right leg, and tied it gently to her inner thigh. The purpose of the strap was unknown to me.
She once again walked over to me, this time kneeling in front of my feet. She put her hands on the ground and positioned herself on all fours, arching her back like a lioness ready to strike.
"What're you going to do?" I asked dumbly.
"Quiet." She said, and she reached for the roll of tape.
"No!" I gasped. "Please....I'm sorry."
"Too late, I said no talking." was her reply. She added a fresh piece of tape to my mouth and reassumed her feline position. She slid her body towards me, right into the gap in my slightly spread legs.
"Sleeping on the job?" she asked reffering to my now limp penis. She coaxed it quickly back to life with her expert hands and probing tongue.
She rested her weight on the plastic wrap that bound my legs, and arched her back so that her ass stuck into the air. The sight of her ass swaying gently as she coaxed my seed haunted me, the memories of it's scent still vivid. For another twenty minutes or more, she subjected me to climax deprivation. Stroking and sucking so expertly, but not permitting the moment of joy. It was pure torture. When she had finished driving me nearly mad with the need for release, she reached for the strap on her leg. Untying it with her right hand, she took my scrotum in her left. She tied the strap onto the base of my scrotum, where it meets the penis. She tied it like a modifed lasso, when yanked it tightens, when released it loosens. She draped the end of the strap onto my chest.
She sat on my stomach again, and again in the reverse position, her butt facing me. I closed my eyes and tried to summon some sort of hidden strength to escape. I pushed against my bindings with all the strength I could muster, but to no avail. When I opened my eyes again, breathing furiously from the exertion, I noticed that she was holding a very thick magazine.
She slid her moist pussy across my chest and stuck her ass in the air, allowing me to view for the first time the method of my torture. Her anus was dark compared to the creamy white of her butt cheeks. Sweat broke out on my forehead, and I could feel my muscles twitching in thier captivity. She placed her feet under my head just as before, and slowly lowered her exposed ass onto my face.
More later
Every avenue of escape had now been blocked. My fate was sealed. Her butt moved ominously closer, growing larger by the second. Now inches away, I could already smell her musky aroma. She stopped and held her ass steady an inch from my nose. The scent was powerful at close range. She turned her head and looked at me again.
"Kiss it." she said. "Kiss my ass."
I didn't comply. I stared at her defiantly. She twisted my nipple hard reminding me of her earlier warning. I reluctantley put my lips to her ass cheek, first one, then the other. My god they were soft, like two silky pillows. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart.
"Kiss it." She said again.
I touched my lips to her thong and kissed the anus hidden beneath it. She used her feet in a vice grip around my head to hold me there. For about thirty seconds she kept my lips glued to her thong covered butthole, I couldn't escape. She let my head back down and lowered herself so that her pussy was on my chin and her asshole rested gently on my nostrils. My mouth was sealed with tape so I could only breath through my nose, and my air came directly from her anus. To make matters worse, I was breathing furiously from all the struggling, and the only air available smelled heavily of her ass.
"You're just going to smell it for awhile." Melanie said matter of factly. She reached behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks. She spread them open and then closed them again, mimicking a mouth.
"Consider this your punishment for staring at me." she said in a high pitched vioce, pretending that her ass was talking to me. She laughed at her own joke, her butthole banging into my nose as her body shook. For twenty five minutes she stayed there, her feet holding my head in place, forcing me to smell her ass. She left just enough room to breath at all times, no farther away than I needed to be. She kept me constantly close enough to get the full effect of her anuses' aroma.
When she got up she stretched her lithe body.
"How was it?" she asked.
I moaned into the tape and banged the back of my head into the boards that I was strapped to. She thouroghly enjoyed this response. She stood up facing me now, with my body between her legs. She lowered herself down onto my erection. I could feel the moisture on the butt of her thong from my heavy breathing into and out of her asshole. She splayed her hands on my chest and massaged my skin as she rubbed her pantied sex on my penis. I watched her face as she rubbed against me, her eyes were closed, she moaned and then bit her lip. She reached for her shirt and in one fluid motion ripped the tiny thing off exposing her breasts. Although fairly small, they were beautifully shaped. She began to massage them as she continued to rub her sex into mine. Quite suddenly she reached for my face and ripped the tape painfully from my mouth. I gasped in surprise, and in that same moment she leaned forward and shoved an already hard nipple into my mouth.
"Suck on it." She demanded.
I obliged wholeheartedly, fearing another encounter with her ass. After five minutes of licking and sucking, she removed her breast, and forced me into service on the other one. Once satisfied she stood up again. She removed the skirt that she had pulled high onto her waist like a belt, and threw it aside. She made a show of removing her thong panties and threw those aside too. Now fully nude she walked seductively to a desk on the other side of the room. She opened a droor and extracted a long thin leather strap. She wrapped the strap around the upper portion of her right leg, and tied it gently to her inner thigh. The purpose of the strap was unknown to me.
She once again walked over to me, this time kneeling in front of my feet. She put her hands on the ground and positioned herself on all fours, arching her back like a lioness ready to strike.
"What're you going to do?" I asked dumbly.
"Quiet." She said, and she reached for the roll of tape.
"No!" I gasped. "Please....I'm sorry."
"Too late, I said no talking." was her reply. She added a fresh piece of tape to my mouth and reassumed her feline position. She slid her body towards me, right into the gap in my slightly spread legs.
"Sleeping on the job?" she asked reffering to my now limp penis. She coaxed it quickly back to life with her expert hands and probing tongue.
She rested her weight on the plastic wrap that bound my legs, and arched her back so that her ass stuck into the air. The sight of her ass swaying gently as she coaxed my seed haunted me, the memories of it's scent still vivid. For another twenty minutes or more, she subjected me to climax deprivation. Stroking and sucking so expertly, but not permitting the moment of joy. It was pure torture. When she had finished driving me nearly mad with the need for release, she reached for the strap on her leg. Untying it with her right hand, she took my scrotum in her left. She tied the strap onto the base of my scrotum, where it meets the penis. She tied it like a modifed lasso, when yanked it tightens, when released it loosens. She draped the end of the strap onto my chest.
She sat on my stomach again, and again in the reverse position, her butt facing me. I closed my eyes and tried to summon some sort of hidden strength to escape. I pushed against my bindings with all the strength I could muster, but to no avail. When I opened my eyes again, breathing furiously from the exertion, I noticed that she was holding a very thick magazine.
She slid her moist pussy across my chest and stuck her ass in the air, allowing me to view for the first time the method of my torture. Her anus was dark compared to the creamy white of her butt cheeks. Sweat broke out on my forehead, and I could feel my muscles twitching in thier captivity. She placed her feet under my head just as before, and slowly lowered her exposed ass onto my face.
More later