I’m squirming and wriggling at his touch as he rubs my clit, urging me to come. I’m worried I can’t, given recent experiences. I don’t need to think of anything else, he has me right where I want to be. I can’t really hear what he’s saying due to the hood covering my ears, but he’s detailing a school room scenario where I am spread over the teachers desk. I’ve got to come before the school kids get back. He tells me people are watching us. He occasionally grabs my nipples and licks them as he rubs me. This sends me over the edge and I come much to my relief.
He doesn’t let up. He wants me to go again and I know already it’s not going to happen. The doxy is next and he tortures me with that until my pussy is practically numb. The hood is constricting my chin and I start giggling. I don’t know how long I’ve been tied up but I can’t cope any more. My whole body is shaking and I’m hysterical. He realises I’m struggling and takes off the ball gag, then the hood.
He tells me I’m soaking, I thought I was dry as anything. The doxy has made me unaware of my own condition. He makes me suck him again and he ends up fucking me from behind. It’s easier without the hood and I can sneak a look at him in the mirror.
I enjoy taking everything off. Although I’ve always loved being constricted by some kind of costume and the dressing up part, I enjoy being totally naked too.
That night there is a thunderstorm. We watch some of it, standing at my bedroom window – I’ve never seen anything like it. And then we fuck in the darkness.