With her arms bound at the wrist with her very own whip, he smirked as he looked down at her prone form, a chill running down her spine. Quickly a hand shot out and grabbed hold of her low cut top, fingers working between the tight edge of the material and her ample breasts. With a suddenly downward motion he pulled it down, causing her huge breasts to pop free.
She gasped and moaned slightly, her breasts jiggling and moving of their own will for a few moments before settling down; all the while he eyed them with a lustful desire. She wanted to scream at him, but she couldn't find her voice, she was terrified as to what he would do with her now. She could just imagine some of the horrible things he would do with her, all of which involved more than just beating.
Gasping loudly, she tried to get away from his hands as they grabbed her large breasts; they were more than a handful for him. He licked his lips as they fondled her, causing her to mewl and moan softly despite herself, body writhing in pleasure as he played with her most distinctive feature. Her nipples grew rock hard within moments, begging for his attention; not that they would get it. No, he had other ideas for her lovely, if not massive mounds of fat and milk glands.
He pulled a hand away from her chest and, as quickly as he could manage with just the one, got his pants down far enough so they wouldn't get in his way. He licked his lips against as he took hold of her stray breast once more, making her moan once more, as though she missed it so very uch; perhaps she had, given how she's reacted so far. But he didn't care, he was focused on other things... things that required him to move about and moving her tits along with him. She simply mewled and moaned with every actions, unaware and uncaring as to the reason behind it.
That is until she felt something hard and warm press against her right breast. Her eyes shot down to her chest out of instinct, despite her not being able to see anything; but what she felt was enough to confirm one of her fears. Slowly she could feel it pushing into the large valley between her mountainous mammaries. Inching its way deeper and deeper; she flushed and shuttered at the mere thought of what was to come, even if a small bit of excitement filled her.
Showing posts with label Dragon Quest VIII. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Jessica
Knowing full well that his orgasm is coming so very soon, she pulls it from her mouth. Moments later, she grasps the shaft with her hands and quickly jerks it, using her saliva and his precum as lube. He groans at the feel of her soft hands moving on his dick, loving it, although, he'd rather she left him in her mouth for this.
It wasn't long before, finally, he came, and hard. She moans as the head of his dick errupts like a volcano, spewing forth long, thick strings of hot, sticky cum. Extending her tongue, she tries to catch some as it flies toward her, hitting her cheeks, her nose... some going as high as her forehead. And, as she catches one with her tongue, she moans louder, loving the taste of it... and this spurs her to, suddenly, drive forward, taking the head back into her mouth.
She sucks it good and hard, as if she were trying to suck the cream from a pastry, her tongue working hard against the slit on the head. He moans and groans, hands grabbing hold of her pigtails once again, but this time, he doesn't try to pull her down onto him, it's almost as if he's making sure she doesn't pull away again, atleast, not until he's ready to let her go.
Standing there, she looks at him, sitting in his chair, panting softly, his dick still rock hard. She thinks it over for a few moments... and then, she decides on what to do. Before he even realizes what's happening, she grabs hold of her dress and pulls it upwards, past her knees. Then, she moves toward him, then she crawls on top of him, her legs on either side of his lap. It's a hard balancing act, making sure that she has enough room on either side to stay up there while her hands are keeping her dress from getting in the way of what she has in mind.
Thankfully, he manages to snap out of his little stupor and places his hands on her waist, making sure that she doesn't slip off him. Of course, he doesn't do this just for her, as, moments after the fact, he pulls her forward, so her breasts are pressing right against his face while, at the same time, pressing her panty covered mound against his hard dick. She gasps softly as his tongue snakes its way between those large, heavy mounds of flesh, but the gets down to business. With his being busy with her breasts, she plays with the fabric of her dress, pushing and pulling it up and forward, so most of the fabric is between their bodies, leaving her ass and legs mostly bare.
With that done, her hands are free to do other things... and, the first thing she does do is grab hold of the almost obscenely low cut front of her dress and pul it down, freeing her breasts from their capitivity. Of course, he takes advantage of this, he literally shoves his face between them, making her gasp, and then moan as he licks the skin between them, kissing it softly. The hand used to free her breasts moves to the back of his head, where she strokes his hair softly, as if to encourage him to go on.
And, while that hand is busy, the other slips up, under her dress. As it comes to their combined crotches, she lifts herself off of him, just enough to slip her hand between them. Of course, it's only for a short while, as, quickly, she grabs hold of her soaked little panties and then pulls them to the side, leaving her little pussy open.
Taking a deep breath, she readies herself, and then, softly, she presses her slit against the head of his dick, causing them both to gasp in unison. Of course, this soon turns to a combined moan as she presses harder and harder, slowly impaling her, allowing her to sink lower onto his body.
But, this slowness doesn't last, as he suddenly pulls her down, onto him, impaling her completely on his dick. She screams in pleasure at this, throwing her head back, pushing her chest forward, her hand grabbing a clump of his hair as the one under her dress grabs hold of his shirt, as if to hekp steady herself.
It wasn't long before, finally, he came, and hard. She moans as the head of his dick errupts like a volcano, spewing forth long, thick strings of hot, sticky cum. Extending her tongue, she tries to catch some as it flies toward her, hitting her cheeks, her nose... some going as high as her forehead. And, as she catches one with her tongue, she moans louder, loving the taste of it... and this spurs her to, suddenly, drive forward, taking the head back into her mouth.
She sucks it good and hard, as if she were trying to suck the cream from a pastry, her tongue working hard against the slit on the head. He moans and groans, hands grabbing hold of her pigtails once again, but this time, he doesn't try to pull her down onto him, it's almost as if he's making sure she doesn't pull away again, atleast, not until he's ready to let her go.
Standing there, she looks at him, sitting in his chair, panting softly, his dick still rock hard. She thinks it over for a few moments... and then, she decides on what to do. Before he even realizes what's happening, she grabs hold of her dress and pulls it upwards, past her knees. Then, she moves toward him, then she crawls on top of him, her legs on either side of his lap. It's a hard balancing act, making sure that she has enough room on either side to stay up there while her hands are keeping her dress from getting in the way of what she has in mind.
Thankfully, he manages to snap out of his little stupor and places his hands on her waist, making sure that she doesn't slip off him. Of course, he doesn't do this just for her, as, moments after the fact, he pulls her forward, so her breasts are pressing right against his face while, at the same time, pressing her panty covered mound against his hard dick. She gasps softly as his tongue snakes its way between those large, heavy mounds of flesh, but the gets down to business. With his being busy with her breasts, she plays with the fabric of her dress, pushing and pulling it up and forward, so most of the fabric is between their bodies, leaving her ass and legs mostly bare.
With that done, her hands are free to do other things... and, the first thing she does do is grab hold of the almost obscenely low cut front of her dress and pul it down, freeing her breasts from their capitivity. Of course, he takes advantage of this, he literally shoves his face between them, making her gasp, and then moan as he licks the skin between them, kissing it softly. The hand used to free her breasts moves to the back of his head, where she strokes his hair softly, as if to encourage him to go on.
And, while that hand is busy, the other slips up, under her dress. As it comes to their combined crotches, she lifts herself off of him, just enough to slip her hand between them. Of course, it's only for a short while, as, quickly, she grabs hold of her soaked little panties and then pulls them to the side, leaving her little pussy open.
Taking a deep breath, she readies herself, and then, softly, she presses her slit against the head of his dick, causing them both to gasp in unison. Of course, this soon turns to a combined moan as she presses harder and harder, slowly impaling her, allowing her to sink lower onto his body.
But, this slowness doesn't last, as he suddenly pulls her down, onto him, impaling her completely on his dick. She screams in pleasure at this, throwing her head back, pushing her chest forward, her hand grabbing a clump of his hair as the one under her dress grabs hold of his shirt, as if to hekp steady herself.
Expensive Toy
It was a place that he'd heard about many times before, but never thought he'd visit. There were rumors all around about it, but he didn't care; he was a man with a mission. He had heard, over several rounds of ale from a friend at a tavern about their newest acquisition, a creature of beauty and feminine charms that he'd never seen the equal of before. A picture was painted with slurred words, one of erotic quality that he'd not dared dream of. She was buxom beyond belief, with a lovely face and lips made for pleasure, her long silken hair in pigtails, perfect for when she was on her knees.
He had to see this woman, he had to experience all that his friend bragged about and perhaps more. He gathered up his money, even sold some things to ensure that he had enough; such a rare delight wasn't cheap, even if the city in which he lived was not on the higher end of society. He was nervous and a little jumpy, he tried his best to ensure that nobody he knew would see him entering that place of ill-repute
Slowly, he entered the poorly lit and foul smell cell. He could hear the pained and pathetic cries of some poor breasts in the darkness beyond, but his eyes were fixated ahead, the seeming center of what little light there was to be had; a woman, blindfolded and chained to the other side of the cell. Her arms were behind her back, obviously her wrists were chained to the bars.
His eyes leered as they moved along her form, she was quite the lovely sight. She was a buxom thing with a magnificent pair of large, milky breasts clad in only a simple low cut purple top that clung to her breasts at nipple level. Showing a vast amount of cleavage, she seemd to only enhance their side further by wearing a corset about her waist, which served to only push them up further, as if offering the world a better look at what she had to offer.
She didn't seem to be aware of his presence, he could see her chest rising and falling slowly; there were no signs of panic or distress. But, that changed as he came closer, as she could hear his footsteps. Suddenly, she seemed to come to life and shook her head furiously in a "no" fashion, her two long pigtails whipping about. It was so odd, watching this reaction but not hearing her; perhaps she was taught not to speak by her owners. Or maybe she can't speak... not anymore.
His pace slowed upon her reaction, but he didn't stop or turn back; he paid a hefty sum for this, and he wanted to get his moneys worth. He had expected something like this, she was after all an object to be used sexually by men; that was her sole purpose in life now that she was in a place like this. But her reaction, the fear he could feel from her body language as she trembled and kept shaking her head... it was such a shock to him. But her actions in the end got him to come closer; all of this movement was getting her chest moving, her breasts swaying. He focused on those round, firm orbs and found that it was easier for him to come to her while looking, leering... all the while thinking that soon, so very soon he would be fondling them, sucking them.
He forced himself into a state of lust so strong that it overrode his pity for her, his own disgust with himself and the shock of her sudden reaction to his presence. The short distance toward her after that was a blur, his mind so hazed by desire that for years to come he wouldn't be able to tell how long it took to get to her. Before he knew what was happening he was standing in-front of his prize, his hands already grabbing at her breasts. She whimpered and writhed at his touch, her body jerking as she tried to get away from him... but at the same time, give him better access to what he wanted the most.
Even as he fondled her, as he mauled her breasts with rough, merciless squeezes she didn't say a word, the only sounds that came from between her pretty little red lips were gasps and whimpers. Her wrists struggled against the chains, making them rattle against the bars as she writhed; he couldn't help but watch her in action. She contradicted herself so many times over, her mind telling her to get away while her body told her to get closer; she would all but arch her back and then suddenly pull back, only to arch it against. All of this made her breasts jiggle, and it served to only entice him further.
Perhaps his mind finally began to clear, or perhaps it was just dumb luck; either way he snapped from his lust filled trance and looked at the woman he was molesting. She was a beautiful creature, her skin so smooth and pale... he couldn't help but want to touch and caress her. His hands even removed themselves from what he had claimed and slowly, he began to do just that; caress her bare skin. He ran his finger tips along her chest, making her squirm as her touched the bare tops of her breasts and slowly wormed his fingers into the glorious valley between them, only to pull out and move to her shoulders.
He lingered there, at her shoulders for a few, long moments, fingers moving in lazy circles, giving her time to wonder where they may be going next. Then, so very slowly, then began to move ever upwards, toward her slender neck; the moment he came into contact with it she shuddered and bit her lower lip. He found this curious and, naturally he decided to explore the cause behind it. He caressed and touched her neck with slow, gentle, deliberate sweeps of his fingers, feeling her body shake and tremble, hearing little sounds escape as she tried to contain them.
Her entire upper chest and cheeks were growing very flushed, it seemed as though her neck was a very sensative area for her. She was trying her best not to moan, not to cry out in pleasure; she didn't want this man to know that he was pleasuring her, that he was making her horny! But he knew, she wasn't doing a very good job in hiding it at all.
With a fiendish grin on his face, his fingers moved further up, to her face, his palms caressing her cheeks as his fingers touched her ear lobes; she thought that it was over, that her little "secret" was safe... but then, all of a sudden and out of the blue he leaned forward and planted his lips on her neck. She yelped loudly, but it turned into a long, drawn out moan the instant his tongue quickly flicked against her tender flesh. He made sure to keep it up, opening his mouth and sucking in some of her flesh, giving her the beginnings of a hicky while his tongue lapped at her skin.
She writhed and squirmed in pleasure while losing her self control, the desire to not let this man see her as a woman who was enjoying being his play thing was a thing of the past. He pressed his body against her own with sudden force and pressure, their chests squishing together, her large breasts were all but being crushed. She found this to be more enjoyable, however; the squirming and writhing was grinding her already hard nipples against the fabric of her top and mashing them into his solid body.
She was close to begging him to do more with his hands, but that was out of the question; her owns were very strict about their property speaking out of turn.
He had to see this woman, he had to experience all that his friend bragged about and perhaps more. He gathered up his money, even sold some things to ensure that he had enough; such a rare delight wasn't cheap, even if the city in which he lived was not on the higher end of society. He was nervous and a little jumpy, he tried his best to ensure that nobody he knew would see him entering that place of ill-repute
Slowly, he entered the poorly lit and foul smell cell. He could hear the pained and pathetic cries of some poor breasts in the darkness beyond, but his eyes were fixated ahead, the seeming center of what little light there was to be had; a woman, blindfolded and chained to the other side of the cell. Her arms were behind her back, obviously her wrists were chained to the bars.
His eyes leered as they moved along her form, she was quite the lovely sight. She was a buxom thing with a magnificent pair of large, milky breasts clad in only a simple low cut purple top that clung to her breasts at nipple level. Showing a vast amount of cleavage, she seemd to only enhance their side further by wearing a corset about her waist, which served to only push them up further, as if offering the world a better look at what she had to offer.
She didn't seem to be aware of his presence, he could see her chest rising and falling slowly; there were no signs of panic or distress. But, that changed as he came closer, as she could hear his footsteps. Suddenly, she seemed to come to life and shook her head furiously in a "no" fashion, her two long pigtails whipping about. It was so odd, watching this reaction but not hearing her; perhaps she was taught not to speak by her owners. Or maybe she can't speak... not anymore.
His pace slowed upon her reaction, but he didn't stop or turn back; he paid a hefty sum for this, and he wanted to get his moneys worth. He had expected something like this, she was after all an object to be used sexually by men; that was her sole purpose in life now that she was in a place like this. But her reaction, the fear he could feel from her body language as she trembled and kept shaking her head... it was such a shock to him. But her actions in the end got him to come closer; all of this movement was getting her chest moving, her breasts swaying. He focused on those round, firm orbs and found that it was easier for him to come to her while looking, leering... all the while thinking that soon, so very soon he would be fondling them, sucking them.
He forced himself into a state of lust so strong that it overrode his pity for her, his own disgust with himself and the shock of her sudden reaction to his presence. The short distance toward her after that was a blur, his mind so hazed by desire that for years to come he wouldn't be able to tell how long it took to get to her. Before he knew what was happening he was standing in-front of his prize, his hands already grabbing at her breasts. She whimpered and writhed at his touch, her body jerking as she tried to get away from him... but at the same time, give him better access to what he wanted the most.
Even as he fondled her, as he mauled her breasts with rough, merciless squeezes she didn't say a word, the only sounds that came from between her pretty little red lips were gasps and whimpers. Her wrists struggled against the chains, making them rattle against the bars as she writhed; he couldn't help but watch her in action. She contradicted herself so many times over, her mind telling her to get away while her body told her to get closer; she would all but arch her back and then suddenly pull back, only to arch it against. All of this made her breasts jiggle, and it served to only entice him further.
Perhaps his mind finally began to clear, or perhaps it was just dumb luck; either way he snapped from his lust filled trance and looked at the woman he was molesting. She was a beautiful creature, her skin so smooth and pale... he couldn't help but want to touch and caress her. His hands even removed themselves from what he had claimed and slowly, he began to do just that; caress her bare skin. He ran his finger tips along her chest, making her squirm as her touched the bare tops of her breasts and slowly wormed his fingers into the glorious valley between them, only to pull out and move to her shoulders.
He lingered there, at her shoulders for a few, long moments, fingers moving in lazy circles, giving her time to wonder where they may be going next. Then, so very slowly, then began to move ever upwards, toward her slender neck; the moment he came into contact with it she shuddered and bit her lower lip. He found this curious and, naturally he decided to explore the cause behind it. He caressed and touched her neck with slow, gentle, deliberate sweeps of his fingers, feeling her body shake and tremble, hearing little sounds escape as she tried to contain them.
Her entire upper chest and cheeks were growing very flushed, it seemed as though her neck was a very sensative area for her. She was trying her best not to moan, not to cry out in pleasure; she didn't want this man to know that he was pleasuring her, that he was making her horny! But he knew, she wasn't doing a very good job in hiding it at all.
With a fiendish grin on his face, his fingers moved further up, to her face, his palms caressing her cheeks as his fingers touched her ear lobes; she thought that it was over, that her little "secret" was safe... but then, all of a sudden and out of the blue he leaned forward and planted his lips on her neck. She yelped loudly, but it turned into a long, drawn out moan the instant his tongue quickly flicked against her tender flesh. He made sure to keep it up, opening his mouth and sucking in some of her flesh, giving her the beginnings of a hicky while his tongue lapped at her skin.
She writhed and squirmed in pleasure while losing her self control, the desire to not let this man see her as a woman who was enjoying being his play thing was a thing of the past. He pressed his body against her own with sudden force and pressure, their chests squishing together, her large breasts were all but being crushed. She found this to be more enjoyable, however; the squirming and writhing was grinding her already hard nipples against the fabric of her top and mashing them into his solid body.
She was close to begging him to do more with his hands, but that was out of the question; her owns were very strict about their property speaking out of turn.
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