Handover
“Yes, I found it preferable to keep him in a hogtie - I felt safer that way.” explained Officer Sandra Harlow to her colleague Janet Brady when the younger policewoman arrived to take Billy Connor, a notorious smash-and-grab artist, off her hands in order to escort him to Lafayette Pen. “You will have to walk him into your hotel, of course,” Sandra went in, “but after that you might want to get him fully chained up again. That way the hotel staff will keep an eye on him for you when you want to get refreshments or just stretch your legs.” Janet’s eyebrows raised slightly. “They do that for you?” she asked curiously. “Oh sure!” replied Sandra with a laugh. “They are great girls!”
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You married the woman of your dreams today and the wedding day had been perfect. Especially the wedding party after. Friends and family... Everyone had a great time. You were both quite exhausted by the end.
Still you had plenty of strength to carry her into your home as husband and wife, you even carried her upstairs into the bedroom where you gently laid her down on the bed, covered in rose petals.
"Oh my God.. it's so pretty. When did you do this?" Natalie asked with a big smile on her face. You just had to pause for a moment and look at her in that dress in between a sea of red rose petals.
"David and Victoria did me a solid." You replied.
"ohh... You sneaky devil. That's why they left early." Natalie quickly deducted to which you laughed.
"Sorry." You jokingly apologized.
"Mmm... Its beautiful... Thank you." She purred as her foot slid in between your legs and up toward your caged cock.
The other 'ring' you had been wearing for many years now in devotion to her, your wife.. your Mistress... Goddess.
"I'll bet you've been thinking about 'consummating' our marriage all day, huh?" She teased. A rush quickly shooting up your spine.
"Ahh.. yes.. but I know it's up to you, my Goddess." You reply as her foot teases you.
"That's right. You may be my husband now but you are, first and foremost, my submissive." She added, pushing a bit harder into your aching balls.
"Nngg.. yes, my Goddess." You affirmed. You know your place.
"May I worship your pussy, Goddess? I wish to shower you with orgasms." You beg politely
"Yes, you may." She purred. She loved how subservient and selfless you had become. You helped her to her feet then slowly peeled the dress off her perfect body until she was only wearing her wedding ring.
You watched jump back onto the bed. "You too, Subby." She then told you. You were quick to strip bare, allowing her to see just how excited your body was.
"It's twitching so much." She noted before spreading her legs but keeping her pussy covered up with her hand. She beckoned you with the other and you slowly got onto the bed and crawled up between her legs.
You kissed her inner thighs before you reached her sex. When you looked up you noticed her loving smirk.
She loved you and loved teasing you even more. And it was working too, you wanted to taste her so badly your dick was throbbing like mad in it's permanent home.
She bit her lip, the desire on your face was easy to spot. Then she finally pulled her hand back and like a thirsty animal you went to town on her pussy.
You two lost track of time and orgasms until her body couldn't take anymore. You started a massage as she basked in the afterglow of her many orgasms until she actually fell asleep as you worked her body.
Leaving you horny and leaking like crazy... Just like always. You shivered and cuddled up to her.
- wrap around him like a goddamn snake. squeeze my thighs up against his body and all that good stuff.
-I slide my hand under the base of his neck so if I want to play with his hair or kiss his neck, I got control over that.
-rhythm yo. Like when I masturbate, I like for there to be a certain pattern it works for dicks too. Dance on that dick.
-don’t let him fuck you back. when I ride my bf, I’m in control. He isn’t allowed to thrust or move or anything. Just allowed to quiver and moan.
-KEEP THAT RHYTHM. I don’t like speeding up. I like making him cum while I’m going slow. I feel like it makes his orgasm last longer and is more intense.
-when I feel him clenching up his body and getting close I like to put my hands in his hair and rub his head while I ride him (at the same pace I’ve been going)
-I like to kiss his neck too at this time it sorta just like builds everything up.
-when he tells me he’s close, I squeeze him tighter like I’ll basically hug him while riding him (idk if that’s just a my bf thing but he really likes being held)
-while he’s cumming I like to keep the rhythm I’ve been going at and then towards the end I slide that dick all the way back in and just sit on it and clench my pussy to make him all squirmy wormy.
And that’s how I ride the cum out my boyfriends dick and I like to just make it all about him sometimes because I loveeeee pleasing him it makes me happy.
If I called Bibi and told her I had just finished repairing the damage from her last visit - shampooing muddy bootprints out of the white carpet, replacing things she had broken, buying replacements for anything I couldn't get the stains out of like my pillowcase - how would she respond?
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