Pussy Pie

“Oh my God, He’s used silk.”

I try to pull my arms to a more comfortable position by my sides, but the softness that encircles my wrists keeps my hands together and far above my head. The same softness, dark blue or black I think, encircles my head, keeping my eyes from glimpsing the sunlight that I can feel on my bare shoulders. I adjust my right arm, feeling the gentle heat move lower to warm mybreasts under the sheet.

I kick my right leg gently, causing the smooth cotton to uncover one of the small hills. My nipple perks instantly, wanting to be greeted properly by your hand or your mouth on what it assumes to be a fine spring morning. My feet are free, and I position my legs closer together, my thighs seeking each other like frightened children in a thunderstorm.

“Now, Now.” You say gently. My body twitches with surprise and I try to stifle the gasp in my throat. How long have you been there? I feel the warmth of your fingers on my toes and my legs open slightly of their own accord.

“That’s better.” Your voice is praising, now questioning. “You do remember the Rules?”

The hand pauses on its journey past my ankle. My body tenses and you know that I remember. The light touch moves to my calf. My knee. My thigh. “I own you.” You gentle voice is firm as the sheet slides away from my feet. “You are mine.” My left nipple quickly mimics the sharpness of her sister as the soft cover slides away.

Your fingers continue their travels to my hip. My body concentrates on the sensations. Four points sliding in a slow circular pattern, tickling their way forward and backward, first sharp, then broad. They search out the bare flesh just north of the bone and slither sideways across the edge of the cotton. The skin prickles and my muscles quiver. I smile in spite of myself.

You voice a small sound of approval and I feel your breath on my skin. Your tongue leaves a moist trail across my stomach and downwards. You are leaning over me with both hands on my hips, holding them still as my quivers slow and the suppressed laughter transforms to moans deep in my throat.

Then it’s gone. My flesh tingles along the moist skin and I listen for the sounds of your movement. There is a rasp at the foot of the bed. I feel the weight of your knees between my ankles and your palms on my shins. You let the sheet move up with your fingers stopping mid thigh to let the back of your hands have a downward feel of the inside of my legs.

I feel your weight shift and know that your back is straight and you are staring at me. I sense your eyes burn their way over my thighs, leaping over the sheet that is now bunched across my hips, slowly gazing at the curve of my stomach and the mounds of my breasts.

Suddenly I feel your hand on my breasts, covering them fully. I imagine the look of your dark skin against my own milk-white covering. You pinch my nipples, first lightly, then hard pulling and twisting them. “You like this, don’t you?” You state in an amused voice as you pull my nipples hard. I can only answer with a moan, the pain of my nipples only making me more aware of the wetness between my legs.

You lean over me to replace your fingers with you mouth. I feel the hardness of your cock just above my knee and moan with pleasure. “Please…I need…” I gasp, almost growling as I beg you. I try to move further down. I try to put mywet pussy as close as possible to you, but the silk holds me in place.

You pull you head away from my now-aching nipples. “You’ll be begging mush louder before the morning is over.” You promise. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?” You pause and let my moan answer. “I’m going to give you just a little of my cock, I’m going to make you scream for it,” You slide you body upwards until your cock is resting against my wetness through the sheet. “I’m going to fuck you verrrry slowly, and when you get to the point when you just have to cum….I’m going to stop.”

I moan, almost desperately, wanting your cock now. I can feel my juices soaking through the sheet, wetting just the topside of your throbbing cock. My clit aches in response to you words and I gyrate my pelvis against you.

“But not right now,” You back away from me, sliding off the bed. The room is silent except for my ragged, pleading breathing. I hear your movements to my right and feel your cock against my cheek.

“That’s a good little girl,” You say as my heads turns to face your cock. My lips part almost of their own accord and the head of your cock fills my lips. My tongue darts to and fro, exploring the soft texture of your skin.

Without warning, you thrust forward, filling my mouth with throbbing meat. My jaw is stretched almost painfully as the head of your huge cock prods my tonsils. I moan around you, my mouth now as wet as mypussy.

The sound your are making mimics my breaths of moments ago. You thrust harder and I try to stretch my throat to accommodate you. I feel your balls hitting my chin and cheek as I moan around your cock. “Yeah, that’s it baby, suck that cock. Your mouth feels almost as good as your pussy.” You pant, “I’m going to cum down your throat.”

My hips are moving involuntarily. I’m so close myself. I’m moaning and mumbling around your cock, begging you to fuck me. You grab my head in your hands and thrust harder, gagging me, bending my tongue around you as I lick where I can.

Your hand slides down my face, over my breast, pulling on my tender nipples. Your own soft moaning matches my muffled moans as your hand slides under the sheet to tickle my wetness.

“Hmmm, you seems to like this,” You say approvingly. “Do you? Do you like having a hard cock shoved down your throat. Your fingers brush my clit and I utter a small scream and you shove your fingers into myswollen pussy. I’m so close; I want to cum all over your fingers.

I feel your cock tense and twitch. Suddenly my mouth is filled with your cum. I try to swallow it all and hold your still throbbing cock in my mouth, but there’s too much. You pull back slightly to let my throat work and I can feel a drop of wetness slide down my cheek.

You pull your cock and your fingers from me. I am aching for you, my pussy wet and swollen, my lips and tongue swollen from their exertion. “Please…” I beg again. Feeling a soft cloth wipe the wetness of my spittle or your cum from my cheek.

I hear your bare feet moving across the bare floor and the click as the door opens. “Shush, my little slut,” You say, “we have all day.”

The click of the bedroom door tells me that I am alone.

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