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She must be getting close now, her pussy lips are spread wide and she starts riding my face like a sybian. I'm having to snatch breath whenever I can and hold it as she grabs my hair close to my scalp with her free hands and pulls me harder into her tossing her head and smacking the crop wildly with the other hand and I feel it's stinging slaps on the tops of my thighs as well as my sore swollen labia.
Then she lets go and leaves me, gasping and writhing. I open my eyes and look for her, what now? I see her take a knife down from it's sheath and walk around the other side of the bed to between my wide open legs.. I watch like a rabbit caught in the glare of headlamps, wide eyed, unable to move or speak and not knowing whether to scream. In her current state of wild arousal, do I trust Momma as she slides the knife up my thigh? Then she cuts the bindings on my leg with a sharp upwards pull, digging the rope deep into my leg before it breaks and my leg is free. The relief washes over me as Momma pushes my leg down to the floor and starts to crawl slowly up my body, licking her way from my belly-button round both of my nipples, up my neck as I throw my head back and moan, then she pulls my head back to meet hers and kisses me hard full on the lips and I feel her pussy-grinding into mine, her trimmed curls feel like wire-wool on my raw cunt. She pushes harder into me rocking and grinding and her mouth leaves mine, her tongue trailing down to my neck. The bed is squeaking and shifting across the floor with the force of her thrusting.. I am in agony, my cunt- is burning, my clit is throbbing like a blind cobbler's thumb, but I need.., I need..
“Momma…?”
“Ssshhh… Shut up!” she growls at me and bites my throat, sucking a mouthful of my flesh into her mouth before closing her teeth on me, Omigod, Omigod, this I can't hide under my clothes, she is marking me as hers with a hickey that will take weeks to fade..I am branded, owned and my heart soars and all the pain transforms into endorphins and I am flying away to my happy place, moaning loudly with pleasure.
I feel her fingers at my pussy, opening, pushing rubbing my g-spot and I clench down on them, I feel my orgasm coming and I know I'm going to squirt.. I have lost control of Momma, my desire to make her cum for me has been reversed again. I feel her humping my leg like a frustrated hound as I start to shake.
“Blueberry?”
“Momma?” I struggle to gurgle the word out.
“Cum, baby, cum”
Oh Momma, Momma , I want you so badly, I so want to please you Momma, to make you cum, to make you happy, Momma, please, Momma. I can't stop now and my back arches as I spasm with a screech and pump and pump. I feel Momma kissing me, sharing my breath, wrenching my head up with her fingers clenching my copper curls as if she would pull my hair out by the roots and then I black out, my mind lost in swimming sapphic sensations.
A hundred years or so later, still gasping like a fish out of water, I open my eyes and Momma is looking deep into them, her breathing as labored as mine.
“Did you cum, baby?”
I just lie there, open mouthed, my eyes like I've had half a dozen espressos, unable to answer..
Momma leans over and undoes the cuffs from my wrists and the reaching round unties my leg.
I whisper the question I need an answer to.
“Momma, did you come?”
“Oh, you bet little blueberry!”
I squeal with delight and throw my arms around her hugging her as tight as I can my legs wrapped around her ass pulling her down onto the bed on top of me.
“I'll take that as a yes, then.” Momma chuckles as I kiss her all over her face, little pecks, covering her and making her giggle like me.
“Well we missed the Halloween party, blueberry, but I think I need to wash you all over again.”
“Let's take a shower this time, Momma, I wanna wash you all over too.” I grin. “Then we'll dress and go to the bar for something to eat. I want to show Ol Joe that hickey before I cover it up, it will drive him crazy, he'll probably spank me himself for being such little slut!”I hate fall for this and ignorant dog owners, it can ruin a morning's run.. eeewww.
but I did smile at your post anyway.“Momma, please. Momma, I love you!” I cry but she wants to hear me beg and I'm not there quite yet. Not quite broken or not quite fulfilled? Momma can see the wetness between my pussy lips as she can see the wetness in my eyes and she will give me release or break me I am close to both.
“I love you too, sweet Blueberry.” She almost sings as she drags her fingers across my belly making me shiver with pleasure and closing my eyes I lift my hips, pushing my pussy up to meet her fingers, inviting her and 'SLAP!' I let out a little squeal as she smacks my already puffy lips really hard, missing my exposed clit nestling behind it's bar, and they throb and a moment later the heat spreads deep into my vagina as I clench and unclench, desperately wishing for a dildo, fingers, a big fat cock, anything to fuck my aching hole.
I sense she is gone and I open my eyes again, drop my head right back over the edge of the bed and I watch as she undresses and I look hard at her black trim-haired mound and wonder if it is glistening or if I am imagining it.
She is picking up toys, weighing them in her hands and making faces, swishing and slashing and my eyes widen.. This is not the Momma I thought I knew… This is a darker Momma, Oh how I love this woman. She swishes the flogger a few times and I imagine my sore beasts tingling under it's , but then shaking her head, she puts it back and picks up the short black-leather plaited riding crop. A smile, almost a snigger, blooms one her face and she turns a little to look straight into my eyes and we lock gazes as she slaps it against her hand, my expression of wide-eyed pleading seeming to harden her resolve. Walking to the edge of the bed Momma stands one leg either side of my head I can't lift my head without my nose hitting her square on her clitoris. “Let's test your concentration, pretty!” I hear her say, her voice muffled by her thighs pressing against my ears.
I breathe her musky scent and I close my eyes again but as I savor her heady odors I am wakened from my reverie by the crop slapping smack in the middle on my wet pussy and I jerk my head up only to find it trapped between her thighs as she lowers herself down, forcing her lower lips onto my mouth.
Smack! the crop splats onto my pussy again, but this time it hits me square on the clit, bar and all. I cry out but I am crying into Momma's pussy and although her voice is muffled her command is loud and clear, “Lick.” LICK!”
I obey, fearful of her trying to motivate me, flicking her clit with the end of my tongue while my nose buries itself into the folds of her labia, then rocking my head, I lave down across her lips savoring again the deep scent of her arousal.
She is slapping my pussy hard, now on my clit, now on my puffy wet lips, as I increase my tempo and depth of penetration. I want to scream in pain I am not used to such treatment of my genitalia and it hurts so, it hurts and I want to tell her but I couldn't if I tried, so I try harder and harder to satisfy her lust, my hips lifting and squirming under the assault, but all that does is push my pussy higher into the air as if I'm begging for more…
“Good Girl.” I hear better now as my rocking my head means that my ears are now no longer pinned. “Now get it up inside!” and an extra hard smack emphasizes her command as she changes her posture to allow my tongue access to her love tunnel.
I know I must be doing it right because she is getting wetter and her cream is smearing all over my face and she starts beating me faster, like the tempo of bolero in “10” as she approaches orgasm. I have got past squealing now and am torn between the pain in my pussy and clitoris which is now burning like a furnace and translating into endorphins that are transporting me rapidly towards a climax of my own and I am in a race to make Momma cum before I lose control completely and slip into post-orgasmic sub-space.Wow!
I would love that Master Oli.)))November 1, 2014 at 7:26 am in reply to: Talented Writers in Achat’s Forum – you betch ya! :) #100504Well done TG. I rated it 5 and favorite too.
Achat writers are THE BEST!
Awwww poor Bruin, come and lay your head on blu's shoulder.. Dunno where Zorro got to
too early for MartinMaybe Covie next?
lots of those
Jefferson Airplane… White Rabbit
October 31, 2014 at 1:31 pm in reply to: Poems, where everyone can leave their scribbles, haiku’s, poetry, etc. #43782God heard the embattled nations sing and shout
“Gott strafe England!” and 'God save the King!'
God this, God that, and God the other thing—-
'Good God,' said God, 'I've got my work cut out.'J.C.Squirenope. just lil blu off to bed.
night all.Maybe Brandy is up and drinking tea now?
Taylor Swift: How you get the girl
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