Chandler Durden

I can feel her becoming more swollen,

Her tonsils tightening,

Her face turned colors from red to blue,

Tears falling from the cracks of her eyelids,

She has yet to ask me to stop,

I can't help but want to remember what a normal blowjob looks like,

Once I allowed her room to breathe she yelled,

"Slap me"

It kind of made me uncomfortable but I did it anyway,

Over and over gently at first,

Then began to apply pressure,

She smiled,

I couldn't help but get turned on by her limitless satisfaction,

She was some sort of divine energy,

Stuck in a time zone no one was prepared for,

But she's so fucking hot,

How could you say no to such a beautifully begging face,

Her being so open to trusting me gave me goosebumps,

She would ask me to do the craziest things,

Things I could never speak of.

As she sat smiling up at me on all fours I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet,

She couldn't use her hands because they were tied behind her back,

She couldn't use her feet because they were bound together with her hands,

There were tiny red hairs all over the floor from her squirming inside the rope,

The red rope matched the shade of brown on her skin like a mocking bird to sound,

I kissed her soft and gentile,

I caress her face wiping what's left of her mascara into my hands,

'She yelled"

Please spank me!

I didn't oblige right away I made her beg for it,

I took her by the neck to bend her over the furry cheetah print stool we had placed in the center of the room,

I loosened her hands from her feet and placed her hands around the bottom of the stool,

There we had binding clamps,

The fight now is between her and the stool,

I came around to the font of her just to watch her drool,

She continuously begged,

I hit one cheek with my bare hand,

Next came the other,

Over and over until her cheeks were red hot,

She drooled so much I placed a cup on the floor,

Then another mason jar between her legs,

I spread them far apart with my boots until she could barely stand,

Legs shaking with pain and sweat,

Her vagina dripping and oozing down her legs,

Now was time for the finishing touch,

I placed my fingers between her thighs letting her know I was close bye,

Taking my time waving across each stretch mark like a rip tide,

The leg shaking had halted,

I lathered up all five fingers with nothing but spit and hope,

Hope that she knew that I was about to fist her until she came into my mason jar,

I would not stop until my jar is filled to the very top,

And that I didn't,

Her safe word arose to the top of her lungs just as her cum to the tip of my jar,

Out of breath and weak,

She whimpered but just enough to say,

Thank you,

I asked her at the end of her session if she was thirsty,

Her head nodded yes so I grabbed a straw and sat while she drank every bit of her down to the last drop...