Cut Loose Ch. 3 by Eccho

Cut Loose Ch. 3 by Eccho

Discover the thrilling continuation of 'Cut Loose Ch. 3' by Eccho. Dive into a captivating adult sex story filled with passion, intrigue, and unforgettable moments. Experience the excitement and explore the deeper connections in this must-read chapter. Perfect for fans of adult fiction seeking an enticing escape!<br/>

A bit more fun I had with this un. Hope you enjoy.

“Can I take my blindfold off now?” I question as I feel the car come to a complete stop,

“No, not yet,” she answers, turning the car off and taking off her seatbelt, “Like I said, you’re gonna have to be patient, ok?”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Good boy.”

She steps out of her car and guides me into the house. We pass by what I can only gauge is the living room, the kitchen, and finally her room. I gotta admit, this is kinda annoying. I like kinks as much as the next guy, but can’t we just normalize keeping them in the bedroom? Why do I have to be blindfolded now?

She lays me down onto a bed and I’m struck with euphoria because now I get to see her and we can have some fun in her home. I’ve never actually seen her place before, so this’ll be a bit of an experience. But to my surprise, she doesn’t take off the blindfold. Instead, I feel her take off my shirt and grab my left wrist before hearing the familiar sound of handcuffs being applied to something.

“Oooh, so you’re even dirtier than I thought,” I say, admittedly enthusiastic at the thought of what’s next,

“What, you expected me to be a frail little damsel who just likes a bit of anal?” she responds, locking my wrist to the handcuffs before doing the same to my right wrist, “The dirtier it gets, the more fun the deed is.”

“Truer words have never been spoken. Speaking of anal, though, I’ll thank you to stay away from there.”

She giggles before giving me a peck on my cheek and saying,

“We’ll see.”

That’s a bit intimidating. Once she locks me in place, there’s a moment of stillness. I just feel her dragging her fingers from my left arm all the way to my chest, lightly humming in delight as she toys with my body.

“So yummy,” she purrs, “To think I had such a pervert ogling me for so long. And you didn’t do anything for eons until you got drunk. What took you so long, baby? Was auntie too…hot for you? Yeah? Was that it? Was I just so hot that you were too intimidated?”

“That’s a possibility,” I reply, loving the tone of her voice,

“Mmm~…Well, let’s tend to that issue, shall we?”

Before I can question what she means by that, I feel her stand up from the bed and head out the door. What could she possibly be thinking? The anticipation is killing me. Before my imagination can get too wild, though, I hear her step back inside and place something on the nightstand. She giggles again before walking to the foot of the bed, dragging her fingers along my body in the process and hooking her fingers onto my pants. She pulls them down along with my briefs, completely exposing me. Oh, fuck, I can’t wait for this!

“You’re really gonna like this,” she whispers.

I brace myself for whatever it is she’s planning. I have no doubt in my mind that she’s right. But right as I have that thought, I feel a damn near freezing sensation on my stomach, taking me completely off guard. I instinctively jolt at the sudden feeling of the chilling object being applied to my body, earning another giggle in response. Is she…rubbing ice on me? I don’t know how I feel about this.

“Oh, I guess I should’ve warned you first, huh?” she taunts, circling the ice cube on my stomach, “Is it cold? Yeah, it’s cold, isn’t it? Mmm~ Look at you squirming. Hehehe. If doing this gets this kind of reaction, what reaction will I get if I~…”

She cuts herself off, stopping the circling motion. I can’t lie- the more she was moving it, the better it felt. It’s kinda unsatisfying that she’s stopping like this right as I’m starting to enjoy it. I then hear her pop the cube in her mouth, giving me a sense of where she’s going with this. And if I’m right about the direction, I’m officially in heaven.

She answers my internal prayer as I feel her icy cold lips wrap around my cock before slowly bobbing her head up and down my shaft, pressing the ice cube against my member as she sucks it. I can’t help but moan from the immense pleasure from the freezing sensation of the ice combined with the glorious feel of her actions. She then circles my cock with her tongue, swirling the ice all around it, ensuring that every inch of it feels its chilling embrace. This woman is the fucking best.

I can barely contain myself. The sounds of her worshiping my cock and the feeling of the ice are driving me insane. I feel like I’m gonna cum any second. As if knowing that fact, Carrie starts sucking harder and faster, moaning on my cock as I reach closer and closer to my orgasm. I moan louder in response to her increased pace, not able to hold back anymore. I tilt my head back, emptying my load in her mouth, moaning in delight as she gladly takes all of it. She ensures to get every last drop of my essence before popping me out of her mouth. I then hear her chewing the ice and savoring the taste of my essence.

“Best slushie I’ve ever had,” she says after swallowing, “I wouldn’t mind having that be my morning breakfast from now on.”

“Well, as long as you ask nicely, I’ll give you as much as you want,” I reply,

“You’ve got yourself a deal. But you know, it would be kinda unfair for that to be the case without you getting your fair share, right?”

I then hear her returning to the nightstand before tampering with what sounds like a bucket full of ice. Afterwards, I’m then greeted with a cube being pushed into my mouth with no objection from my end. She then climbs onto the bed, straddling my face and lightly hissing in delight as she rubs herself with her ice cold hands.

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” she moans, “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. Now give me what I deserve, baby. Lick that wet little pussy.”

She sounds so needy. It’s such a fucking turn on. I do as instructed, sticking my tongue out as she lowers her hips. I then hear her shudder as the ice cube makes contact with her lower lips, pressing against her puffy folds as I drag my tongue along her irresistible slit. She grips onto my hair, grinding against my face.

“Yeah, baby,” she coos, riding my face, “Lick it. Press that ice harder against me. Push it inside, baby. Push it inside my pussy with your perfect little tongue.”

Again, I follow my instructions, directing the ice to the entrance of her pussy and pushing it inside of her. She moans louder in immense pleasure as the ice slides inside of her.

“Oooh, good boy,” she encourages, stroking my hair as I continue licking her, “Yeah, you like that, huh? You like tasting my little pussy? You like licking my ice cold pussy, don’t you? Such a naughty pervert, lusting after your own auntie like this. What would everyone think if they knew you were obsessed with my pussy? Better yet, how would your mom feel? Yeah, how would mommy dearest react to her baby boy burying his face in my little pussy?”

God, she really knows how to turn me on. That’d be so damn hot. Envisioning mom sitting right next to us while we’re doing this, I decide to kick it up a notch, sucking on her pussy. She moans even louder, struggling to balance herself.

“Ooo, that really gets you hard, huh?” she giggles, riding my face harder, “Does mommy watching you do this turn you on that much, baby? Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? Do you think she’d just sit there, enjoying the show? Hm? You think mommy dearest would be rubbing her little cunt as she looked on? Or…do you think she’d be jealous?”

Wow, this woman’s lust just knows no bounds. Her mind is so fucking dirty. And she’s getting so wet as she’s saying all of this. Does she…want this to happen? I feel her wrap her hand around my cock, stroking it as she continues riding my face.

“Yeah, baby! Keep going! Think of mommy! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, fuck, just like that! Yes, baby! I’m so close! You’re gonna make me cum so hard! Make me cum while mommy rides your cock! Think of my hand being mommy’s tight little pussy! Make me cum! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!!! Oh, God!!!”

She moans in pure ecstasy as she squirts on my face, coating her pillows in her fluids in the process. Her sounds of pure pleasure coupled with the mental image she’s implemented in my head cause me to reach my limit, too. I moan along with her, covering her hand in my cum as I chew the delectable ice cube. Good lord, this is so much better than when we were in the hotel. There’s much less restrictions. Now we’re alone. And we’ve got all the time in the world.

I hear her lick my cum from her hand before grabbing the blindfold with the other. She then pulls it off of my face, blessing me with the sight of her sexy body again. Her divine tan skin, her perfect b cup tits, her remarkable flat tummy, all of it being reunited with my pupils. And I absolutely love it.

“How is it that I’m related to such a disgusting pervert?” she taunts, reaching to the nightstand and grabbing the key to the cuffs,

“Again, this all was initiated by you,” I reply as she frees my right wrist, “So who’s the disgusting pervert now?”

“The naughty boy getting off at the thought of his mommy.”

“Well, that’s your sister. So you kinda outrank me, don’t you? And if I’m not mistaken, you were enjoying that thought a hell of a lot more than I was. All those thoughts and scenarios that were made weren’t from me. Those came out of your mouth.”

“Well, your mouth was kinda preoccupied. I bet there was a bunch more stuff running in that corrupt little head of yours. I bet you were thinking of mommy dearest being your little whore.”

I try to defend myself, but I’m interrupted by the sound of my phone blaring from my pocket. Neglecting to free my other hand like a jerk, Carrie places down the key and heads to my pants. Fuck it. I don’t even care. I’ve got nowhere to be anytime soon. The only bad thing would be her trying to embarrass me, I guess. Watch it be my bad luck and have it be-

“Ah, speak of the devil,” she confirms with a giggle.

Because of course it’s her. Whatever. It’s not like she’ll see us doing what we’re doing. In an ideal world, that wouldn’t be a concern. Carrie takes it upon herself to answer the call before talking up a storm with mom. Wow. She’s really gonna leave me cuffed like this. Not only that, but she’s teasing me so fucking much with her little ass facing me like that. And it’s blindingly obvious she’s doing this on purpose. She’s propping herself on her knees, swaying her hips, stealing glances at me as she talks about God knows what, this is just pure torture.