(A) – This story contains brief anal fingering.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Read Part 1 of the story here.
Lucy was a vision: clothed in nothing but a rope chest harness that left her breasts completely exposed, rope wrist cuffs that were bound to the banister above her, and a simple sleep mask over her eyes. She was helpless — just as she’d wanted.
I stepped up to her, silently holding the vibrator an inch away from her nipple.
Then I turned it on.
She started at the sound and instantly recognized it, swaying her hips in anticipation. I moved the vibrator close to her breasts, but not touching them just yet, teasing her.
“Please,” she begged.
“Only when I say you are ready,” I told her.
I touched the tip of one nipple with it and she flinched, moaning as I held it there, and then I moved it in slow circles around her areola.
I took my other hand and brought it down to her pussy. “You are sopping,” I told her. I covered my fingers with her juices, then brought my hand up to her face and held my glistening fingers to her nose.
“Smell yourself,” I told her.
“I smell like sex,” she said. “I smell earthy. I smell beautiful. I have a fecund cunt.”
“Open your mouth,” I directed. She complied. “Wider,” I said. Lucy opened her mouth as wide as she could. I put my hand inside and rubbed her pussy juices around the inside of her cheeks. I wiped them on her palate, then at the back of her throat where they mixed with her saliva. She gagged slightly as I collected her spit.
“Good girl,” I told her. “I think I have enough.”
“Enough for what?”
“Enough for what, sir.”
“Enough for what, sir?” Lucy’s little dancing moves increased in anticipation.
I ignored her question. “Spread your legs.”
She shimmied from side to side, moving her legs further apart. Her juices trickled down her leg.
I moved the vibrator from her breast to her clit. Lucy shuddered intensely.
With the hand that was moistened with Lucy’s saliva, I reached around behind her to the center of her two perfect ass cheeks and pushed my wet finger into her asshole.
The vibrator on her clitoris and my finger in her ass pushed a button for Lucy and she started to come — violently, almost — shaking and moaning. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
She rocked from side to side, constrained by the anchor point set by her bound wrists and the rope tied to the railing.
“Please fuck me,” she begged. “I need your cock.”
“And I want your pussy,” I said. “But you need to do something first.”
Extracting my hands (to Lucy’s audible chagrin), I walked up the stairs and untied the rope, bringing the loose end back down with me and holding it in front of Lucy, who now stood with her arms lowered.
I took the rope and had her step over it so the leash end was now on the ground between her feet. Taking hold of it again, I lifted it up and pulled it tight against her crotch so the thick hemp rubbed against her pussy lips. I continued to pull the rope up the crack of her ass.
Pulling the rope taut forced Lucy’s bound wrists tight against her crotch. She immediately took advantage of this new position started to furiously finger herself, rubbing her clit, spreading her pussy lips, and pushing three fingers deep inside.
“Oh, yes,” she cooed. “This is it. Oh, I’m so fucking wet.”
I let go of my end of the rope and lifted my shirt over my head. I unbuckled my belt and was about to drop it when Lucy called out.
“Was that your belt?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Slap me with it,” she pleaded. “Slap my ass with your belt while I finger fuck myself.”
I folded the belt in half and gave Lucy a light smack. My belt was heavier than the rope, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
“No,” she said. “Harder! Make me feel it. I’m a dirty slut.”
My cock was aching. I didn’t want to hurt Lucy, but still I slapped the belt harder this time, giving her a solid swack. Her ass jiggled and she tensed up, and I’m a little ashamed to admit it turned me on more than I can express.
“Again,” she said. “Punish me.”
I swung the belt again, alternating between each of her cheeks, stopping when the redness looked sore but the welts weren’t too intense.
“That felt so right,” she said. “I’m ready for you.”
“Get on the ground,” I told her.
Lucy dropped to her knees with her arms stretched in front of her, her head to the side and her cheek pressed against the carpet.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off along with my boxers.
Lucy heard my clothes drop to the floor. “Is your cock ready for me?” she asked. She wiggled her ass suggestively.
In response I took firm hold of her hips and positioned the tip of my cock against her wet pussy, taking the moment to make a few slow strokes across her pink folds before pushing it deep inside her. Her pussy was tight and soft and warm.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “That’s good. Go as deep as you can.”
I pushed until I was in her up to the base of my shaft, then pulled out until my tip was teasing her opening, then back in again — slowly and methodically pushing in and pulling out as the pressure of my impending orgasm built up.
“You can be rough,” she said. “Fuck me as hard as you want. Use me.”
I held Lucy’s hips firmly as I increased my pace and intensity, thrusting my cock deep into her, slapping her ass with each successive thrust, using my cock like a piston. Lucy pushed her ass against me, moaning each time I entered all the way inside her.
It felt like Lucy and I hadn’t fucked like this since our thirties. This was aerobic sex — I was breaking a sweat, and Lucy’s body glistened as well as she met each of my deep thrusts.
Soon the pressure and intensity built to a breaking point. “I’m close,” I said.
“Give me three hard strokes and then keep yourself inside me, as deep as you’ve ever been. I’m going to milk your cock.”
I did exactly as she asked, hammering her three times and then pushing my final thrust until my balls pressed hard against her vulva.
Lucy started contracting her pelvic floor muscles so her pussy tightened and loosened around my cock. That was all I needed to reach my peak. I started coming inside her, my fingers gripping her hips and kneading her ass cheeks as I filled her up. It lasted a long time, and Lucy responded, pushing her ass against me and working her pussy in rhythm.
Finally I was completely spent. I collapsed on top of her. Lucy’s hair was in tangles, and the ropes had started to come unwound. She panted with satisfaction, our breathing aligned.
My cock softened and slipped out, and soon a copious amount of cum started trickling out of her hole.
Lucy lifted her wrists and removed her mask. Sweaty and disheveled, reeking of sex, lying in a tangled mess on our living room floor, she was the most beautiful person I knew.
She looked over her shoulder at me. “I can feel your cum leaking out of me,” she said. “Do me a favor. Give me a nice handful to taste.”
“Miss Lucy Grace!” I said, stroking her slit to collect the tanginess that was still dripping out. “You are nothing but surprises.”
I held my hand out to her and she licked the cum from my palm, then sucked my fingers one by one.
“Just you wait,” she said.
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