They were heading back north after a fun evening with her sister and bff. She was listening to him belt out Bon Jovi like he was still touring with his band. If she had been around then, she most assuredly would have been a groupie. He. Still. Did. It. For. Her. Two years and counting and she still couldn't get over the way he made her catch her breath when she looked at him and realized, "Damn, he's mine." He had taken off his sunglasses but his dark tanned skin contrasted so attractively with his lighter hair. She just stared at him, taking him in again. The music was thumping through the Jeep and she leaned her head back and enjoyed listening to him. Gradually she started wishing they were home NOW. She was so aroused, thinking about jumping him when they got home. She reached over and ran her fingers over his denim clad thigh. His skin was warm to her touch. She kept up her stroking, just enjoying touching him. Gradually she inched her hand up to his belt. Just as she reached the buckle, he was there, unbuckling and jerking the belt through the loops. He tossed it over his shoulder into the back as she reached in and freed him from the confines of his jeans. His shaft was silky smooth to the touch. She got on her knee in her seat, leaned over, and took him in her mouth. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she began licking and sucking on his cock. His hand roamed her back, then down to her ass, grabbing her. As she took him deep in her mouth over and over he jerked the back of her shirt up to touch her bare skin. She kept licking and sucking on him as the miles flew by. He was moaning and grabbing her ass as she continued her assault on his cock. Finally they entered the city and she had to pull back. There was too much traffic to continue. She sat back with a satisfied smile on her face, knowing that wouldn't be the end.
When they got home they headed inside. They got ready for bed like any other night. When she got in bed he reached for her, running his hands across her body. She loved his rough hands on her skin. They were a man's hands, hard working hands. She loved that about him. He kissed across the back of her neck and down to her shoulders. The feel of his lips on her hot, naked flesh was exhilarating. Suddenly he flipped her on her stomach and was on top her. His touch wasn't so tender anymore. He kissed her shoulders once again and then reached to her eyes. He slid the blindfold around her eyes and then put her hands and feet into the cuffs. Then he wrapped the collar around her neck, pulling it tight like she likes. That's when she felt the coldness of the chain on her back. He ran it down her back and slid it against her hot, wet, shaved pussy. The feel of the cold metal against her excited her even more. He hooked the chain to the front of her collar and then to her cuffed hands behind her. She lay there, immobile, with the curves of the cold chain rubbing against her clit with her every breath.
He left her there, on all fours, and ran his hands down her back. She was already moaning and moving against the curves of the chain. The feel of the cold curves against her shaved pussy was intoxicating. She felt something pushing against her asshole. She felt like such a whore, chained up and under his total control. He slid the beads into her ass and she moaned and moved her pussy against the chain. When the beads were inside her, he reached out and spanked her ass. That only made her more excited and move faster against the chain. Her neck strained against the collar. He spanked her again. She screamed. Her hands jerked up behind her, pulling the chain taut against her pussy. He spanked her again. She screamed and moaned and started cumming. Her pussy pulsated and her wetness was everywhere. Then she felt the vibrator on her clit. The vibrations were moving the chain against her. She was on sensory overload. A few more minutes moving against the chain with the vibrator and she came again. Her hands were pulled as high as they would go behind her. Her neck was still straining against the chain. Her feet were also restrained. She could do nothing but lay there and take it. She came and came and came again. The chain against her pussy, the restraints holding her back, she was his whore. She begged him to let her hands go, she needed to touch herself. He did then uncuff one hand, allowing her to touch her hot, wet pussy. She barely touched herself and came again.
He uncuffed her feet and leaned back and she followed him. She took his cock deep into her throat, desperately wanting to take it all, wanting him to fuck her mouth. She sucked on his cock while he ran his hands over her skin and to her breasts. He pinched her nipples, eliciting a moan from her. The more he touched her the harder and faster she sucked his cock. He reached down to her chin, pulled her face to him, and kissed her. Then he called her something she hadn't heard in a long time. "Ummm, shedaisee is such a whore. God you suck my cock like a whore." The name gave her pause. It was an old nickname from days before she'd met him, days when she was a swinger and went to sex parties. It made her suck him even harder. Then he said, "Come up here, take my cock in your pussy." She rose up, and took his cock deep inside her. She screamed at the intrusion. God, he felt divine. They moved together. He sucked and nibbled at her nipples. She placed her hands above his head, steadying herself as the rode him. "Are you my whore?" he asked. "Yeeeeeeeessssssss," she moaned, riding him harder. "You want me to cum inside you?" he asked. "Ohhhh, god, yes! Please!" was her response. And he did. He exploded inside her as she began to cum, pulsating and shaking. She collapsed on top of him, both completely spent.
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