“Poor Baby! All alone in the barn …” she sniffed.
“She’s fine,” Scott said sitting next to her and resting his hand on her arm. Jessica raising a gun and pulling the trigger flashed through his mind. Fear gripped him. ‘Angus is right,’ Scott thought as he pulled his hand away from Jessica. ‘She’s dangerous.”
“Do you really think so?” Jessica asked sitting up, tears streaming down her face. She looked so small, so sincere, so vulnerable. He felt a pull in his loin, and instantly the clarity with which he’d had the revelation, began to fade. They were taming her, in many ways. His nights with her kept getting better and better. She was an animal in bed. She’d turned into quite the accomplished sex kitten.
“Sure,” he said putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her to him, “we’ll go see her tomorrow. She’s probably more than happy to have other dogs to play with.”
“It wasn’t really her fault … we were just playing …” Jessica said while laying her head on Scott’s shoulder.
“No, it’s not her fault. You’re just lucky that neither Riley or Angus focused on whose fault it really is …” Did she know that he’d messed up in a big way?
“I didn’t do it on purpose either!” Jessica said indignantly.
“I never said you did … I’m just suggesting that you take care not to make that mistake again.”
“Do you think Riley will let me bring Baby back?”
“No, and don’t push your luck. Baby had to go back eventually anyway. “
“Hmmm,” Jessica huffed. “She’s still a baby … she had a while to go before she had to go back!”
“Well, if you feel so strongly about it, why don’t you go back out there and bring it up with Riley. I’m sure he’d be very interested in your opinion.”
Jessica shrank back on the bed.
“I thought so,” Scott said. He looked at Jessica and memories of their nights together flashed through his mind. He’d picked up more sex toys and props and Jessica’d had little trouble using them. They had incorporated role playing into their nights together. They’d done all the ones Scott had listed previously, the stranger sex in the movie theater, the lifeguard, police officer, and several others and had just recently been moving into more of the sexual fetish arena. While the role playing was bringing out Jessica’s sexual side, Scott was amazed at how much he was enjoying it too. He’d never done it before. All of his other sexual encounters, and there were many, were passionate and enjoyable but they were nothing more than regular encounters between a man and a woman. But these were much more and Scott was surprised to find he enjoyed forcing Jessica to orgasm over and over until she begged him to stop. She seemed to like it too, in fact he often found her wet and ready for him and they’d gotten into the habit of starting their night off with that to get the edge off and then move to role play. But given what had just happened, with the gun, and the fact that he’d practically shit his pants, he wasn’t sure that he was in the mood for that tonight. Even the fact that she was going down on him on a regular basis now … and pretty darn good at it too, couldn’t quite get him past his fear.
Despite the sadness she felt about Baby, she couldn’t deny the ache that was growing between her legs. Scott always looked so hungry for her and she had come to enjoy and look forward to orgasming so many times her legs and body shook and twitched. Jessica let her legs fall open. She was fully dressed, but that didn’t matter. She could see Scott’s eyes dilate as they stared at her crotch.
“Do you want to touch me?” Jessica asked.
Scott nodded. His earlier fear forgotten. “But aren’t you on the rag?”
“Not yet.” Jessica said, glad that she wasn’t, and that she didn’t hurt yet either. She needed to cum as badly as Scott did.
Scott licked his lips and moved his hand toward her pelvis. Jessica pushed his hand away.
“If you want to touch me here,” Jessica said rubbing her hand over her pulsating vagina, “You’ll have to earn it.”
“Earn it?” Scott asked. God his cock was so hard it hurt trapped in his pants.
Jessica looked so hot lying on the bed, her hair fanned out around her, obviously as horny as he was, that he groaned with need when she nodded and licked her lips.
“Pull off my socks,” Jessica commanded, holding her foot in front of him. Scott did and then the sock from her other foot also.
“If you want to touch me tonight you’re going to have to lick my toes clean. All ten of them, thoroughly. And you’re going to have to do it so well that I have an orgasm. If you don’t, there will be no pussy tonight.”
Scott caught his breath. She had to be kidding, her toes? How the hell could he bring her to orgasm by licking her toes.
“That’s impossible Jess …”
“Lick ….” Jessica interrupted in a breathless voice. She’d read about this in one of the fetish magazines and couldn’t fathom how toe licking could make a woman orgasm. But now, the way she felt, the way Scott looked, she wanted her toes in his mouth. She held her foot in front of his face and wiggled her toes.
Scott took her foot in his hand and brought her big toe to his mouth. And he began to lick, suck, nibble. It came naturally, and as he moved from one toe to the next, Jessica began to pant. Every suck sent an electric pulse straight to her pussy and she began to rock her pelvis. By the time he’d reached her baby toe, Jessica cried out in pleasure. She watched Scott as he switched feet. She didn’t think she’d orgasm again, but by the time Scott had reached her middle toe, she climaxed.
Scott was desperate now to feel her, to taste her pussy. It would without doubt taste better than her toes. He reached again for her crotch but stopped himself mid-reach. What if she made him lick her toes again. He couldn’t handle that.
“Can I touch your pussy now?” he asked.
Jessica shook her head and in a breathless voice she said, “Tell me what you’re going to do to me … in detail.”
Scott sat back on his haunches and looked at her. She was clothed but he could picture her without her clothes on.
“I’d start off by running my hands along your thighs. Pushing them apart, opening you up, so I could see … everything.” He began in a low, sensual, growl. He almost came right there as he pictured her pink flesh opening up to him. “I’d stroke, around the outside of your pussy, on the lips. Gently, moving slowly, closer to the opening …”
Jessica arched. “And then what?” she encouraged when Scott hesitated.
“And then, I’d move my fingers to your meat. I’d rub, and then I’d slide my fingers inside and thrust.” Jessica arched again, “And I’d thrust again … “
“And your mouth, what would you do with your mouth?” Jessica asked.
“I’d eat you … I’d eat your pussy until you came so hard you practically passed out!”
That seemed to be the last straw. Jessica thrust her pelvis toward Scott. “Take off my pants and do exactly what you said you would.” She hadn’t finished her sentence and her pants were already off. Scott did what he had told her he would and they both climaxed as Scott thrust into her. Scott collapsed, panting on top of Jessica.
“Jesus Christ that was good!” Scott muttered between the kisses he placed on Jessica’s forehead his face still glistening with her juices. Jessica grunted and moved out from under Scott.
“What are you doing?” Scott asked as she rolled Scott over and ended up straddling him. She pulsed her pussy against him as she ran her hands up his arms, stopping as she gripped his wrists.
“You didn’t do it exactly like you said you would,” she said and looked up at the handcuffs that hung open, inviting, on the headboard. Bondage. There were many stories of that in the magazines they read too. Jessica had always avoided those stories. Being handcuffed, tied, unable to move always too close to her reality to be of any enjoyment sexually for her. But she’d never considered the idea of Scott being the one tied up. What better way to work him into a frenzy then to limit his abilities to take what he wanted?
“What are you talking about? I did.” Scott protested but quickly became distracted by the wet marks her pussy was leaving on his abdomen as she continued to rock and grind on him. God he wanted her pussy on his cock again … he needed to feel those wet, tight convulsions on his cock.
“No, “ Jessica said raising his right wrist up she secured the handcuff around Scott’s wrist and then quickly cuffed his left wrist before he had the chance to free it. “you said nothing about intercourse Scott.”
Scott opened his mouth to protest. Jessica grabbed her discarded underwear and shoved it in his mouth. Scott writhed beneath her, but froze when Jessica took a hold of his balls. Jessica mistook the look of terror on Scott’s face with desire and slid down his body until her lips grazed the wet head of his hardening cock. Jessica was beyond her element now and her mind raced to figure out what to do next. Whenever Scott forced her to cum he spoke to her. In a low, urgent growl, his hot breath in her ear he’d say things to her. Dirty things, arousing things, things that would have made her cum whether he touched her or not. Jessica had no idea what she could say to arouse Scott but she knew that Scott often used her swollen and sensitive clitoris to force her to orgasm … biting it, sucking it, rubbing, pinching it … and she wondered if it worked on a man’s cock too.
“ I think you may want me to go down on you.” She said in a sultry purr that surprised her. “ No?” she asked in mock surprise as Scott shook his head vigorously.
Scott never felt as terrified as he did now. Not even when Jessica had shot him. He was completely at her mercy and would be all night. No one would come in here to help him … unless he could get her underwear out of his mouth and yell for help.
“All of those “All of those magazines you gave me … all the books. They all had the woman going down on the man … I’m pretty sure you want me to. Why don’t you nod your head Scott?” she asked sweetly as she began to apply pressure to his testicles.
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