She kisses me with smoke, whisky and teeth, I nibble on her collarbones with the same while I get her hot pants over the curve of her hips. Then our mouths are on each other again and she bites, sucks and bites harder. Several instincts make me push her away by her neck and put two fingers into her pussy. I'm neither choking or finger fucking her, just holding her.
"Be good." I say.
Smile. Twinkle of the eyes. She says "No."
Sex-positive feminist, indeed.
Now I squeeze, the muscles and tendons of her throat giving way and my fingers coated as I explore her vagina through her fishnets. She has slim labia and a fairly large clitoris, she wheezes a pleased moan past my fist and I use her faster.
"Now you're going to be a proper slut and get good and fucked, so I'll only hurt you enough for it to be fun, instead of doing something in self defense."
"That's a bit much." she croaks and I can't help it, I laugh. But I close my hands around her throat and fingers around her clit to regain control. I'm not naturally kinky, this is tactics. I desperately want to fuck her but I don't want to be covered in scratches and bruises for doing it. She closes her eyes, and moans in constricted approval.
I push her to her knees and slap her hands away from my groin while I loop my belt around her neck. Lucky for us there's a hole that's just right and she's about ready to come from not being able to draw a full breath. A pillowcase serves to secure her hands behind her back, wrists tight against the laces of her corset.
Then she's on her back, biker boots on my back while I suck on her clit and delve into her pussy looking for that patch of roughened flesh and it doesn't take long after I find it before she's thrashing and wheezing an orgasm.
I roll her over and open up, leaving a stinging red hand print on her round ass cheek just before I finally glide my pained cock into her dripping slit. Balls deep I give her other cheek a bruise then grab her hips with both hands and pound her viciously. She groans and coughs, fingers clenching in the air and cunt spasming around my cock. She's a pool of heat that writhes under my fucking. She bucks in all directions, I mostly just hold on and fuck her but stinging slaps and jerks on the flying end of the belt remind her of boundaries.
Then I realize she's trying to speak. Is she saying "loose"? I lean over her, still for a moment.
"You okay?" I whisper, hoping the spell hasn't broken, that something too much hasn't happened.
"Lube. In my purse."
Apparently not enough. I'm game. I shed the rest of my clotes and after making both of us slippery enough I press slowly into her ass. She's some kind of erotic, bound statue until I'm balls deep in. Then she releases a constricted sigh and nods. I slide out and push in for a while, smooth and gentle. She bites her lip and keeps nodding while I fuck her beautiful ass.
"Hold on."
I instantly stop.
"I want to see while you come in my ass."
"Yes, ma'am."
Unbelted, untied, hands finally freed she unzips the corset so I can kiss her salty nipples while she catches her breath. Then she puts her thighs on my belly and strokes herself while I apply a fresh coating and enter her again. She's tight and hot and dirty and as wonderful as I always thought she was years ago when she was fucking and fighting my poisonous friend. She shudders and bites her lips to suppress a cry, her fingers working her pink flesh and her quivering body and direct gaze sets me loose, shuddering floods of semen into her butt. She closes her eyes and smiles wide.
She reaches out to pull me and we're kissing deep, smoky drunken kisses.
"I can't believe we did that." she breathes, my softening cock still inside her. "I need to clean up." And she dashes into the bathroom.
"Run the shower for round two?" I suggest. Through the door I hear a laugh and water running.
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