Hope everyone is doing well as we move towards New Year’s. Welcome to 5 points on a pentagram…
– Richard
Chelsea was lying in bed reading Chuck Tingle’s book (Pounded by the Pound in Post Brexit Britain) when she heard the door hours later.
“Did you have a good time, sweetie?” she called down the stairs.
“Oh yeah! Pete, that’s the new guy’s name, had this crazy list. He had a Summoner who kept reconstituting his Geminis every time they split, so they just kept multiplying. But I had enough reserve to put Vorpal on my Executioner so they couldn’t reconstitute, and Ariel kept a bubble up and just plowed for me.” Arnold yelled as he came up the stairs.
“Those are all words in the English language. How about we just forget I asked that question, and you can tell me what you think of this?” she whipped the covers off as he came in the door, revealing her body in nothing but a rope harness and collar. The rope traced the outline of her breasts, splitting and lifting them. It went over her shoulders on either side of her neck, framing the black leather collar with a leash attached to the heavy D-ring. “Want to take me for a walk, or find something to do with me here?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think you’re the expert.”
“You’re such a fast learner, though. Why don’t you strip down and see what I can teach you.”
He quickly tossed off his pants and shirt, climbing into the bed.
“Do you like this outfit as much as the last one?”
“I’m not sure yet. Who’re you supposed to be?”
Chelsea shrugged. “Whatever you want me to be,” she put the leash into his hand and leaned down, kissing up his cock and grinning as it twitched to hardness.
“Mmmm. I don’t really know how to…”
“Pull!” she said, tugging against the leash a little. He gave it a tug, yanking her head back against his crotch. “Mmmm, there you go. Don’t let me get away.”
She kissed the tip of his cock again, opening her lips slightly to swirl her tongue over the head.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.”
She giggled and bobbed down a little, bouncing on the first half or so of his length for about a minute, wriggling a little when he pulled gently, then moaning when he forced her down, her throat spasming.
“Sorry!” he said, when she came up for air, coughing lightly.
“Don’t be. I was very bad today.”
“What’d you do?”
“Well, after I found this rope, I decided to relearn how to do some ties. I watched some videos, and I got a little excited, and I may have rubbed out… I dunno seven or eight orgasms? Very naughty. And now I’m so sore, I don’t even know if you could fuck me if you wanted…”
“Is your mouth sore?”
“No. Why?”
“Then you can use that,” he said and pulled her back down.
She moaned happily as he used her face, sliding her tongue over the curve of his cock, letting him drag her down deeper and deeper, wriggling her own hips when his started to buck.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, seconds before spraying into her mouth. She moaned louder and took him as deep as she could
“Good shit,” she said, once he let her up. “So, how’d you like the outfit?”
“It’s fine. I think I like it better when you’re an actual thing than just a girl in sexy rope.”
J R Vincente 