Story from a Twitter Fan

Story from a Twitter Fan
“It started with a conversation on twitter. I was mentioned by a seemingly genial guy and we hit of instantly. I had agreed to award him a boon if his story would please me. He delivered a riveting tale of unforgettable lust and pain that I couldn’t associate with mild mannered Tom but it had me rooted and sweating precum due its raw almost simplistically crude intensity. I told him it was a exciting read and to ask something of me….it came as no shock when he “requested” for actual rendition of story. I admit feeling a flutter in my pussy as he “requested” for enactment, but to protect my privacy I had to put my foot down. I sighed and thought ” why request and not demand” as I rubbed my pussy to rid the itch and hoped he’d figure out how to go about it. He didn’t disappoint….his next mail was like crack of whip in which he demanded that I, his slut will do as told unless objected by master. Oh, the joy when they figure out how to act around me..!!

Next thing I knew I was driving to a address forwarded to me wearing my tightest leather skirt, a tube top and leather jacket completing my ensemble. On arriving at the address I got a sms ordering me to open my jacket till half way and roll my top then walk in that condition from parking to the house. As I entered the house I was grabbed from behind then dragged to bedroom with a window overlooking a police station and cuffed to it, my jacket was shredded and tube top was rolled and used to gag me. Chilly crisp air coming from window ran on my exposed nipples hardening them. Arousing and making them erect.

As I stood there in anticipation of what was to come inspite of having read and imagined it before hand I couldn’t help get wet. It was excruciating waiting for him to make his move as I watched him eyeing me with unbridled lust. Slowly he hiked up my skirt exposing my pussy and ass. I was blind-folded and next thing I knew was pinch of nipple clamp as my erect buds were assaulted by those icy metallic appendages.

The pain….mmmm tinged with pleasure…. M sure my pussy overflowed.

My head was shoved down and gag was removed only to be sucking a velvety warm rod. As I was sucking he whispered in my ears “crop just doesn’t cut the level of intimacy I want” , I sucked in my breath and waited for the spank which I suddenly realised was going to come. After a moment of lull a resounding thwack of his palm meeting my ass cheek sounded in my ears….it took some time for the pain to register, my pussy flushed sweet juices which was probed by his fingers. I was deprived of cock for a moment as I cleaned his fingers and sucked them dry, and again he was trying to fuck my mouth. I moved back but I realised too late that my nipple clamps were fixed as they tugged painfully. Tears of pain and pleasure leaked from my eyes which were kissed away as clamps were removed and I was given a moments respite.

He moved away and I waited with bated breath as I waited for his next move….and there it was a cool tube rubbing against my pussy. I heard spitting sound and felt wetness on my butt hole which puckered up involuntarily. He started spitting more and rubbing the same with his fingers as they worked on moving inside my pussy and ass. Then again i was offered his fingers to be cleaned as the tube began sliding inside my pussy….slowly at first but soon working itself to a rhythm.

The rhythm slowed down and he started spanking me as he whispered dirty names in my ears. Soon both my nipple clamps were back in place along with a clit ring (I guess) and his cock in my ass. Every thrust send shivers of pain and pleasure through me as the clamps did their job admirably. This continued till we both came gushing together.

As he undid my clamps, cuffs I cleaned his tool by sucking and licking it, and he led me to bathroom where he pissed on me and then he bathed me. After another ass fucking I was told to leave but only piece of clothing I could find was the shirt of police uniform nothing else, not even my footwear. I knew I would have to beg for the tightest short pant I would be offered against the promise that another session of depravity would take place……..Soon.”

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