“You have a choice to make a pretty girl. I can untie you, take you in my arms and bring you home, making you feel like a princess, but you won’t get to cum. Or” — I close my eyes as I await your words eagerly — “I can call a friend and walk away, leaving you for someone else to fuck, and use however he wants.”
“Please Sir…” My voice sounds small and pitiful compared to your confident tone, my thought inundated by images of your dick makes its return, filling my dripping wet pussy at last, but I know that cannot happen… “Tell anyone, everyone, I don’t care, please sir, give me a cock, something to fill me up, make me cum…” I beg, shaking uncontrollably. It’s humiliating to beg like this, to admit how desperate and needy I am, to know I would let strangers stick their dicks inside me if it means getting the pleasure I crave. “I’ll do anything! Anything!” I promise, not bothering to hide my tears anymore.
Without another word you turn around, taking your phone in hand as you walk away, leaving me behind bound and used, my body covered in sweat and tears, hair matted with sweat and tears, drool trailing between my swollen and aching tits, the epitome of depravity. I have never been so aroused or humiliated; never before had such strong desires nor found myself so thoroughly enslaved by lustful instincts. My knees buckle from exhaustion after all of those rounds of sex play and denial, unable to support me any longer, slumping forward in my bonds as I smile at your disappearing silhouette, an unspoken “thank you” on my lips.
I can’t wait for next time… And to meet your friend.
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