Bound :: Indian Sex Stories

She’s bound to our special rack bed, with chains and pulleys.

I’m a master with his marionette, pulling and reshaping her body lying exposed to me, locking each lovely arm above her head, and her lovely ankles and knees in the air, wide.

I looked at my work, at her hidden charms, revealed, every orifice opened and waiting.

“I’m ready to play.” And I stuck my fingers in her pretty slit, and found it sopping wet. I fingerfucked her and licked her clit. She wiggled.

“Be still, slave. This is my pleasure, not yours.” She sighed and tried to settle and not wiggle in pleasure, as I frigged her and sucked on her needy clit.

When I felt her about to cum, I pulled out, and sternly watched her writhe and try to be still.

“Open your mouth, cunt.” But, I shoved the huge dildo into her pussy and fucked her a few times, her other mouth still open, as I’d commanded, until I yanked the dildo from its slick playpen.

“Suck it, love it.” She did, as I fingerfrigged her, fucking her at both ends, until I shoved a finger up her tight asshole as well.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, with all holes filled.

“Like that. Don’t you?”

“Mmm.” Her fantastic breasts jiggled as she writhed and wriggled.

“Be still, cunt slave.” She tried, hard, as I used her, as I moved between her thighs, she whimpered. “You want it bad enough, slut? Be a good slave, beg, and your good master’ll provide and reward you with pleasure.” I let her speak.

“Please, Good Master, I beg you. Oh, please.”

“ ‘Please,’ what?”

“Please, fuck me. PLEASE, let—. Oooh.”

She shivered and drenched my sex with her hot juice, as I too came, and.... Ah.