Tied up Cum Whore ~ Rape Fantasy Phone Sex

My knees are rubbed raw and I’ve got bits of dry cum in my hair but what else is new? Ha, yeah not much. Everyone knows I am a little Cum Whore.  I did end up going back to Jeffrey’s place last night and things get a little bit kinky. On the way back I sat in the passenger seat and had my skirt hiked up to my waist and my panties pushed to one side as my finger played with my pussy. He kept sneaking looks at me while trying to not drive like an idiot and I knew he was getting turned on.

I asked him what he wanted to do to me and he said the obvious which was fucking me. I told him to be more specific, give me all the juicy details and my pussy got wet as he said he wanted to pound me, make me beg like a whore and… He hesitated. It was like he had been about to go too far and I just had to know what kinky thing he wanted from me. I told him to tell me or take me home.

He told me and I fingered myself harder.

    As soon as we got in the bedroom we took our clothes off and I knelt on the floor at the end of his bed, my back resting against it like a good Cum Whore. I waited and watched as he went to the dresser and took out two pairs of handcuffs then came back to me. I held my arms out and he handcuffed each one to the bottom of the bedposts. He did them a bit too tight and the cold metal bit into my skin. He stood in front of me and his hard dick was just above me.

Then he looked down at me and told me to try and get free.

I wiped the smile off my face and got into helpless mode, pulling on the handcuffs and making them clink. This just made them dig into my wrists more but it was fun. I started begging him to let me go, please, I’ll be a good little Cum Whore. He listened to me and put his hand around his dick slowly jerking off to his control of me. I bit the inside of my cheek and managed to squeeze out a tear the whimpered.

He panted as he asked if I liked being here alone with him, being forced to keep still while he got to do anything he wanted. I told him no and asked to be let go again. He jerked off faster and told me to be quiet. I watched as his fist moved up and down, a drop of pre-cum sliding out of his slit and his balls bouncing around. He moved closer to me, my face practically on him. Jerked his dick like he was about to blow. He was breathing hard and his knuckles kept grazing my face as he moved.

He reached down with his free hand and grabbed my face, holding me where he wanted me and his dick brushed against me.

A wet string of pre-cum slid over me then he groaned deeply. Shoved his hips forward, slapping his dick on my cheek right by my mouth. Cum shot out of him and landed on me in thick wet blobs that slowly dripped down. He pumped his dick until the side of my face was covered with it then pushed my head away with disgust.

     He undid the handcuffs and grabbed my arm, roughly pulling me to my feet. The carpet burned the hell out of them. I hissed as he pushed me down on the bed so I could get ready for round two.

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