BDSM Erotica
"Andrea's Torment" a sex story by Ash Kruger
Andrea turned her head towards the light as it streamed in through the opening door. She strained in vain against her blindfold to see who was coming. Footsteps, muffled by the carpet, entered the room and the door swung shut. Her Master had been in and out infrequently, sometimes painfully pinching her nipples or quietly scolding her. Andrea had no sense of how long she had been kneeling in the dark, wrists bound and secured above her head. On his last visit, her Master had secured a vibrator in her pussy, and her thighs were wet.
“She’s a pretty thing,” an unfamiliar female voice said, and Andrea turned towards the sound.
She felt feminine fingers caress her, long fingernails dragging softly against her tear-stained cheeks. Andrea wondered who this woman was and how many other people might be in the room. She could hear footsteps moving around and she listened for her Master’s voice.
Again, Andrea heard the soft, female voice. “Owen, don’t you think she’s pretty?”
Uselessly Andrea looked around wondering who Owen was and why no one replied to the question.
The female voice again, “Why don’t you give her a kiss?”
Andrea heard shuffling across the carpeted floor and then felt an unfamiliar pair of lips purse against hers. She pulled back, struggling against the restraints. The lips continued to press against hers. Andrea was distraught, wondering where her Master could be.
Suddenly she heard His calming words whispered in her ear, “Relax, my pet. I’m watching over you.” and He was gone again.
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Still unsure, but calmed by her Master’s words, Andrea stopped pulling against the restraints. Owen continued to kiss her, and reluctantly, she returned the kiss. His lips were full and his kisses gentle. His breath was sweet, and as his tongue probed her lips, she found herself enjoying the kiss, leaning in towards his body.
Her Master and the woman were speaking quietly, Andrea tried to listen but her head was swimming with excitement. She wondered who the other woman was, but as Owen’s kisses grew more passionate, she found herself losing over to the humming between her thighs and her mounting desire.
Owen trailed kisses down her neck and circled around her full breasts. His tongue dragged against Andrea’s right nipple, and then she felt his teeth close cruelly over the rigid bud, eliciting a gasp from her. His hand covered over her other breast, kneading and massaging the ample flesh, and she was soon moaning softly.
It seemed to Andrea that the desire between her thighs became more pressing as Owen’s lips kissed across her chest and devoured her left breast, sucking and nibbling until her nipple was a hardened point. Occasionally she heard her Master chuckling, and the woman’s soft laughter, but she was at the mercy of Owen, and his wandering hands and mouth.
Owen’s hand slid down over her belly and teased up the inside of Andrea’s slick thighs. As his hand closed over her pubic mound, she wantonly bucked her hips forward, pressing herself into his hand. He stroked a finger along her slit, before slipping it past her lips and brushing over her clit. The contact was like electricity shooting through Andrea, and she ground her cunt against his fingers. Her moans soon filled the room. Andrea’s body trembled and shuddered but Owen’s fingers backed off whenever she grew close to orgasm.
The vibrator was removed from Andrea’s pussy, and the absence pained her as much as it relieved her. She could feel Owen’s swollen manhood pressing into her, and she ached for it. He circled her clit slowly with his fingertips, while his lips still explored her cleavage. Andrea’s hips gyrated ceaselessly, seeking as much gratification as could be found; all apprehension lost.
“You’ve been a good boy Owen,” the woman said, “You can fuck her if you’d like.”
Owen wasted no time and began running his cock against Andrea’s snatch, lubricating it with her juices. Holding her hips firmly in his hands, he slid forcefully into her in one long, smooth stroke. Andrea gasped and clenched her muscles around his cock, which filled her so completely. Owen began fucking her in long, fluid strokes, his lips against her throat. She rocked her hips against him, back arched, groaning her pleasure. He pressed himself into her with more force, grunting as each thrust hit home. Suddenly Owen stiffened and a growl escaped his lips as she felt him erupt inside of her. After a soft kiss, he withdrew his cock and she heard him walk away. Andrea thrust her hips out after him, longing to feel him inside of her still. All that met her futile attempts for further stimulation was laughter from her Master and the woman.
She felt the feminine fingers and the long fingernails caress her cheek again, and a soft kiss planted on her forehead. “That was lovely,” said the unknown woman, “perhaps next time we’ll let you enjoy yourself as well.”
Much to Andrea’s delight and frustration, the vibrator was again inserted into her. She felt her Master’s familiar hand on the nape of her neck, and then she heard the shuffle of footsteps leaving the room. As the door latched shut she was left kneeling in the dark, vibrator humming deep inside of her, desperately wondering when her Master would be back.
Copyright September 16, 2011
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