After Handcuffing Me, Lauren Made Me Eat Her Pussy. Then, I Cuffed and Throat-Fucked the Slut.
The whore orgasmed in my mouth and then I slathered her face in my cum.
When I stepped out of the master bathroom shower, feeling renewed after my early-morning trail run, I discovered my sweaty Swedish bride, fresh off a Peloton power zone ride, undressing.
“Good morning, darling,” she said sweetly, peeling off her black Lululemon yoga pants (no panties underneath).
Toweling off and enjoying the warmth of the sun beaming through our large bathroom windows, I admired her freshly shaven vagina — so smooth and inviting.
“Morning,” I responded, suddenly feeling sexually motivated as I observed her. “How was your workout?”
“Very good,” Lauren replied, now pulling off her pink bra, uncovering her ample breasts, quite large for a woman with such a slender body.
Now completely naked, she paraded around the bathroom as I finished toweling off, walking over to the sink for a drink of water. Spreading her long, slender legs ever so slightly, she bent over for a sip from the faucet.
I gazed at her firm, round ass and the god-given curves of her 5'10" body.
She was teasing me, and I loved it.
Her bent-over position as she sipped the cold water — exposing her vagina — invited me to penetrate her.
Not willing to let this opportunity pass, I dropped my towel and took my now throbbing cock into my hand. Her thirst now quenched, she looked into the mirror, amused by what she saw.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a big smile.
“I’m doing what you clearly want me to do.”
“Which is?”
“Do I need to explain?”
I walked over to our king-sized bed and laid down on my back, continuing to stroke my dick and quite enjoying how my self-pleasure.
Lauren followed me, but she didn’t get on the bed. Instead, she reached into her nightstand to get something. I figured maybe she was reaching for one of our vibrators, or perhaps her anal plug?
She pulled out two sets of our handcuffs.
“Handcuffs? What are you gonna do with those?” I asked teasingly.
“You’ll see,” she said softly.
“You’re a kinky bitch.”
She said nothing, only grinning as she crawled onto our bed on her hands and knees. Her eyes seductively locked on mine as I continued to pleasure my joystick.
Straddling me, she cuffed my hands to the head board, using both sets to secure my wrists.
“Are you hungry?” she asked confidently.
Though Lauren is usually sexually submissive, she can at times get dominant, and this was such an occasion.
“Starving,” I replied playfully, knowing full-well what she had on the menu.
Smiling with satisfaction, she moved up my torso until she carefully positioned her pussy, so warm and wet, mere centimeters from my awaiting mouth. Her clitoris glistened with wetness, and she boldly pressed her vulva against my mouth.
Savoring her wetness, I licked and gently sucked on her swollen clit. Breathing deeply, she ran her hands through my hair as I devoured her vagina.
Mixing up my pleasure, I licked deeply into her, feeling the spongy softness of her birthing hole.
Now moaning, Lauren cupped her breasts and pinched her large, pink nipples. Her 34D knockers looked big and inviting from my vantage point beneath her, and I desired to touch them but I couldn’t because of the restraints.
Pressing her vulva against my mouth, Lauren indiscriminately covered my chin, upper lip and nose with her wetness. I had her essence completely in my mouth and tasted a hint of saltiness, likely from her last peeing. She worked her hips in a circular motion like we were fucking, immersed in my attention.
Her moaning and whimpers signaled approaching orgasm. I steadily licked her clit how she most likes it — bottom to top and around it, too — not stopping.
Arching her back and cupping her breasts, she started to cum. I could taste her delicious flowing wetness as she orgasmed in my mouth.
I didn’t stop, not even after her orgasm, and she didn’t try to stop me, either. I continued licking into her depths, never neglecting her clitoris for too long.
Three or four minutes later…. BOOM! She came again.
Her second orgasm seemed even stronger than the first.
“Oh, yeah, daddy,” she whimpered over and over as she climaxed again in my mouth. I continued licking and tasting, enjoying all of her.
Finally, after her delightful back-to-back, Lauren looked down at me, appearing quite worked over and a bit limp. She sweetly rubbed her hands through my hair. Her wetness coated my face, and her taste filled my mouth.
Silence and stillness as she straddled me, her pussy still pressed against my mouth. I licked again, wondering if she wanted to go for the hat trick, and she giggled.
“Time to get dressed. We have a busy day,” she teased as she unlocked my cuffs.
Now free from her bondage, I slammed her to the bed, yelling “Bitch!” as I manhandled the slut.
As she laid there in our bed, I got on my knees. My cock ached for her attention and she eyed my dick, showing her desire.
“What do you want, daddy?” she asked submissively, spreading her legs and masturbating as she awaited my response.
I grabbed the cuffs from her. She pretended to not want to give them to me, but she eventually did. I cuffed both of her hands to the headboard and moved closer to her, still on my knees.
She licked her lips.
The sunlight completely bathed our bedroom, leaving no area of Lauren’s sensational body to the imagination.
“Do you want me to suck your cock, daddy?”
“Lick my balls and then suck my dick like the little bitch you are.”
“Are you gonna throat-fuck me, daddy?”
“Only sluts like to be throat-fucked. Are you a slut?”
She meekly nodded in the affirmative.
I hovered my dick, still in my hand, over her face, close enough for to lick my pre-cum.
Then I repeatedly slapped my glans against her tongue — an act of dominance that she liked and affirmed with a smile as I pounded her tongue like she was a fuck toy.
Lauren licked my pre-cum and smiled like it was ice cream. Sexual desire overwhelmed me while I watched her savor my salty ooze.
I moved up a few inches and gave her my balls, which she licked and gently sucked on while I pumped my shaft.
I was ready to be blown.
Lauren stuck out her tongue, inviting my seven inches down her throat. Our eyes locked. I again slapped my dick against her tongue, delighting her, and slid my phallus into her warm mouth…inch by inch going deeper until finally I was in the whore’s throat and could see the bulge to show for it.
I gave her a few hard throat thrusts and she took them with ease, avoiding gagging because she was relaxed and trusted me.
I slowed my thrusts and fucked her mouth. I missed her hands because she knows how to use them so skillfully in pumping my shaft and teasing my glans, but her mouth still felt so good. Her eyes remained on mine as I thrusted my cock in and out of her, feeling my cum simmering.
I was within seconds of exploding and she knew it… and wanted it.
Unable to hold it, I took my cock from her mouth and pumped my dick with my hand (typically she’d do that but, as she was cuffed, I took matters into my own hand). She stuck out her tongue, her eyes still on me, inviting me to unleash.
“Daddy, I want you to cum for me,” she pleaded.
“How about I cum on your face like you’re my whore?” I asked playfully.
“Mmm, yeah, daddy. Don’t hold back.”
“Stick out your tongue, bitch.”
My back suddenly arched and then….
Semen rocketed out of me, coating her outstretched tongue and slathering her chin, cheeks, nose and forehead.
Another spurt.
Then another that shot into her hair.
“Oh my god,” she said, swallowing what I’d ejaculated on her tongue.
She smiled and opened her mouth, inviting me to orally reenter her. She gently sucked on my dick as my now super-sensitive flesh softened in her mouth.
Once Lauren had milked me dry, I laid down next to her, feeling quite out of it from what had been a particularly intense orgasm.
I looked over at Lauren, noting that she was still cuffed and quite cognizant of the gigantic cum load on her face and in her hair.
“There’s cum all over my face. Messy boy,” she said with amusement.
“There’s cum — your cum — on my face, too,” I replied, smiling.
“Oh yeah,” she said, still cuffed and looking over at me.
She giggled.
“Well, are you gonna uncuff me?” she asked.
After I released her hands from the cuffs, Lauren got out of the bed and went to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower.
“I’m a mess,” she said happily.
Walking into the bathroom, I saw the full extent of the mess I’d made. No matter, we kissed deeply and I tasted the salty traces of what I’d just shot into her mouth.
Then we got in the shower and cleaned up.
