Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “I’m addicted to you, Sir”.I love when I wake up sore and wearing your marks from the night before. My hips are bruised from where you held me from behind. I encouraged you, wanting the beautifully aggressive press of your body into mine, wanting the hard slam of you against my ass as you buried yourself to the root of your cock in my cunt.
Red marks--teeth marks?--streak my thighs, arms and breasts. I ache, but it's a sweet ache. It's the ache that declares your possession of my body and a night well spent immersed in each other, oblivious to anything else in this world. The memory of it still lingers on my lips and clings to the places on my skin where you laid claim.
I know that you bear my marks under your clothes as well. We are fucking made for each other….do you agree, sweetie?
I am ready for some bondage play, baby. Let’s begin…
You descend on me while I am busy in my office editing one of my stories. I say descend because we were both doing different things and your sudden sexual aggression is unexpected. My mind is currently focused on my sex story- and all I could think about is fucking you-I can’t help it. I took a sip from the devil’s cup that is slowly taking over me and whenever I taste your lips, I am on a ride of the fucking hot poison paradise
“You need some inspiration” you said as you kiss my neck. You have that look in your eyes, the one that makes me shiver. It’s the look that makes me forget pretty much everything else.
I’m up against the desk. You are holding something in your hand, but I can’t see what it is. You put the unknown object down behind me. I hear it—the distinctive sound of metal—and I think know what it is. Fuck… a bondage session. Yes!! Oh yes! You pull my shirt over my head, unbutton my jeans and force them down. Soon I’m stripped and pressed up against your fully clothed body. The fabric feels harsh against my skin and my nipples. Your mouth is on mine and hand is between my thighs, stroking me until I’m wet and nearly cumming against your hand. I am lost in the haze of finger and mouth fuck.
“Put your hands on the desk behind me”
“Yes, Sir” I did as told while giggling.
You then take take the object and show it to me nipple clamps.
“This is new” I smirked.
“Flogger in our last session, this session, we are using nipple clamps” you smirked.
You fasten one to my nipple and my breath hisses out of me at the sharp pain. It soon bleeds into a warm pleasure, though, and I welcome it when he adds the second. The metal chain that connects the two hangs down, brushing my stomach. It feels cold against my flushed skin.
You lower your head and lick one of my nipples while you ease your fingers deep inside my cunt, making me squirm and moan. You seem quite satisfied with my state of arousal as you take the chain and lead me into the bedroom.
“Get on the bed ,my cumslut” you said to me as I watch you take some lengths of the rope.
Oh yes, the rope is back! I love when you take control. The rope feels so good against my skin. I’ve missed that soft-rough rasp on my ankles and wrists. You tie my wrists above my head and my ankles high. You then tie me so my knees are practically near my ears.
“You are so fucking beautiful” you said to me as you stare deeply in my eyes.
I love your beautiful brown eyes, especially when you can’t take our eyes off of me. I bite my bottom lip.
“You know when you bite that lip, I can’t stop myself” you said to me as your cock gets instantly rock hard.
My breathing is shallow and fast. I’m completely unable to move this way, totally open and vulnerable to you. I watch you strip and without a word, without a kiss, you place the head of your beautiful cock to my cunt and slowly push it in.
Your strokes are hard, fast and deep. They are relentless and powerful. I can see your cock slide in and out of me in this position, see how the shaft glistens wetly on every outward stroke. You rub my g-spot in every inward stroke. The pounding of cock to cunt rocks my body back and forth.
I can feel the chain slide back to settle somewhere around my throat.
My cum comes out like a river. And that is without any stimulation of my clit—a rare thing for me. What is it about you that turns me on? I have had an orgasm from a hug just by the sound of your voice, no foreplay. All I have to do is look at you, and I can have an instant orgasm, that is how strong my attraction is to you.
You cum soon after, with my cunt muscles still rippling around your shaft from my climax and my moans still filling the air.
You take off the clamps and unties me and said “Will you write our fuck session for your next audio erotica story?”
I smiled wickedly at you and said “Oh yes, sweetie. You know you are the inspiration for my stories as I am addicted to you, don't you know that you are toxic?"
