Rough Reaction part two
Part two; things don't go as planned.
Rough Reaction; Part Two
I silently cursed my nymphomania that drove me to humiliate my pet, thereby causing my current predicament. He was taking his payback a bit further than I expected. The fuck on the floor of the garage was awesome, and when he literally drug me by my neck out into the backyard, my pussy was dripping wet from excitement.
But now, here I was spread eagled on the hot sand, each limb secured tightly to stakes driven into the hardpack. He'd damn near thrown me to the ground, and in my desire-driven stupor, I hadn't fought back.
He stood over me, the sun behind him leaving me partially blinded. He dropped down to his knees between my legs, and that was when I saw he had a knife. A god damn knife.
With an evil smirk, he set to cutting my remaining clothes off, easily slicing my shirt collar, and ripping the remainder off smoothly. I couldn't help but stare at his firm chest and working man's muscles. I was going to let him do what he wanted to me today. God damn it. Curse that sexy son of a bitch.
The sun actually felt good on my naked body. The good feeling quickly dissipated when he traced the blade lightly around on my chest, cutting my bra loose, and teasing my nipples with the knife point. I couldn't help but moan a little, despite my irritation at being forced into submission.
I growled. I deserved this, I knew full well. But I was being tormented by a SUB. Fucker.
He traced the knife lightly down my abdomen, playing around my wet pussy, even scraping some of my juices away with it. He licked the blade clean, then tossed the knife away and pounced on me. His cock was hard as ever, and made me almost beg him to rail me. I stopped myself before I did. Can't let him know how much I actually want it.
I sighed as he pressed down on me, limiting my breathing, sinking his teeth into my neck. He'd already drawn my blood once today, and now was a second time. I vaguely wondered if he liked the taste; a submissive vampire. I snickered. He growled and grabbed one if my breasts and squeezed.
I laughed.
"That's no punishment, you used cunt. Pain doesn't work on me. Go fish, fucker."
He released me, leaning up on his elbows, glaring down at me. I smiled back.
From somewhere, he produced one of my shop rags. Ew. Please no. It was soaked in brake clean with a hint of oil, and he crammed it in my mouth, even though I tried to bite at his fingers and buck him off me. God fucking damn it. I was no stranger to accidentally ingesting vehicle fluids, but having it stuffed in my mouth was horrid. My tongue was already going numb, and the fumes were making me light headed.
My submissive placed a hand on my chest, keeping enough pressure to prevent a full breath, and used his other hand to rub his cock all over my pelvis and thighs. I withheld another moan.
Then, when I was dripping wet again, and rocking my hips trying to catch his elusive cock, he crawled up so he was sitting on top of me. I growled through the rag as he rubbed his cock all over my face, spreading pre cum. Why the hell was I enjoying this shit? I turned away, and finally was able to spit the rag. I spit the taste a few more times, trying in vain to alleviate the numbness.
Suddenly, there were balls on my cheek. I could smell the sex from earlier, and the new sweat made them stick to my face. I tried to shake my head to get him off, but that was a big mistake. He grabbed me with both hands, holding my head solid, and using his thumbs to hook into my mouth. Those sticky balls were then dangled right onto my lips.
I loved nuts. Almonds, peanuts, walnuts, you name it. I loved to cuddle and fondle and caress men's nuts when they were fresh out of the shower, and their sack was so smooth and soft. But these were dirty. Used. Sweaty. Sticky. And my sub knew I wasn't a huge fan of sweaty balls.
I tried to clamp my mouth shut, but he pried me open, and all I could taste was sweat and sex, my mouth filled with flesh. The flavor wasn't so bad. I sucked at the orbs, playing them around with my tongue. His cock bounced off my nose, pre dripping onto my forehead. Whatever. This wasn't a terrible experience, and way better than the rag. He groaned and grabbed his cock, slowly milking himself.
For being a firefighter, he couldn't tie a knot to save his life. I had been working my left wrist for a while, and finally freed my hand. While I sucked his balls clean, he bent over me, trying to bring himself to a release, which considering where his spunk would end up, I was less than enthusiastic about. I reached up and grabbed a tight hold on his hair, while biting down around his ballsack (not enough to cause damage, but to simply trap his nuts in my mouth.
He let go of his cock, focusing on my arm instead, and trying to back off of my face. My plan backfired when I felt his nuts tense up, and he fired his cum all over my head. Well, at least it's good for my hair. I let his hair go when he squeezed at my wrist. He was still stronger than I, and there was no way I was going to turn into a gym baby with ripply muscles. It was kind of gross to see women give up their feminine figures in pursuit of imagined strength. My time as a mechanic gave me what I needed.
I also released his balls. He backed up, staring down at me; I grinned.
"Is that all you got?"
A car pulled into the driveway out front. He got to his feet, pulling on shorts as he headed back inside, leaving me exposed.
Moments later, my submissive came back...with the police officer from the other night.
"Fuck!"
At least the officer was a dominant personality, so it lessened the sting of being forced. He could tie a better knot too, as my bound wrist could attest to. Once he was finished, he stood back and looked down at me. My sub was already stripped back down to nothing, the officer down to just a t-shirt, his cock hanging out like a massive coat hook. I noticed a slight curve to it, and smiled at the memory of that thing spreading my sub open.
My sub was first. My pussy ached with desire, making me willing to take either of their cocks (or both). He still had that evil smirk on his face as he readied his cock at my wet entrance.
"We are going to fuck you until you're bleeding." my sub popped the head in, making me writhe in pleasure. With a violent thrust similar to earlier, he sank into me. I moaned and lifted myself up, adjusting the angle for better penetration. I wanted ALL of it.
The cop stroked himself as he watched my sub fuck me. I could barely breathe from the rampage, his hard thrusts into my hungry body, his hot breath on my chest and neck. I let my body betray my thirst, rocking my hips up into him, whimpering like a puppy, pulling at my bonds to release my hands so I could try to pull him in deeper.
Suddenly, my sub stopped. The officer was holding him tightly. I smirked as he was forced down on top of me. I felt my sub tense up as the cop played with him, finding his waiting asshole, and plunging in head first. My sub cried out as the cop forced himself in. I relished the feeling of my sub's cock being worked inside me without him doing anything.
My hands were released. The officer must've found the knife from earlier, and cut my hands loose. I held onto my submissive's hips tightly as the officer fucked him again.
He looked pissed. He probably invited the cop over to punish me, but forgot that this officer most likely respected a fellow dom.
"I'm going to start calling you Barricade." I told the officer as he railed my sub, who was visibly upset.
"You aren't the first to call me that," he smiled, "to punish and enslave."
We both laughed. My sub snarled and tried to choke me, but the officer pulled both his hands behind his back and cuffed him. Holding the cuffs, Barricade rammed my sub repeatedly, bringing not only himself, but me, to an explosive climax. He unloaded into my sub, filling him up easily, then pulling out to watch it dribble back out.
I patted my submissive's cheek, "If you didn't like this, why are you still hard?"
"Fuck you."
"Already done." I snickered.
The cop hefted my sub off me, and keeping him on his knees, commanded him to lick his cock clean. He resisted. I untied my ankles, and crawled up behind the two. I grabbed the cuffed submissive's head and forced him towards Barricade's waiting cock. He went to cry out in surprise at my sudden appearance, but the cop's cock filled his mouth.
"Suck it, bitch boy. Suck it clean." I held his head against Barricade's nether region, hoping the hair was tickling his face; hoping he was getting the same flavors I got off his balls earlier.
Just as I suspected, my bitch was submissive again. He obediently licked and sucked, the officer leaning into him, enjoying the service immensely.
"Gooood boy. This is what you are. You are my bitch. You will do what you are told." I let go of him, letting him go about his business. I was still ridiculously horny, and almost regretted my sub calming down, but such is the life of a nymphomaniac.
Once Barricade seemed satisfied, he pushed my sub away, and went in search of his clothes.
"Would you like to stay for a drink?" I asked the officer.
"Sure!"
I grabbed my sub by his neck, bringing him up to his feet.
"Let's go inside." I smiled at him. He flashed me a glare similar to the ones from the other night.
"This isn't over." he snarled at me.
"I just love it when plans get fucked up, don't you? It's so funny when you try to get me porked, and you end up getting it yourself!" I pushed him towards the house, his handcuffed arms still behind him.
"Hey, where are the keys for those?" I asked Barricade while I fastened my sub's leather collar around his neck.
"Oh, those cuffs don't have a key. That's why I don't carry them on duty."
We looked up at each other, then busted up laughing.