“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. “You know that and you’re free to stop me at any time.”
I know. Damn you! I know that you fucking ass! But don’t stop. Please don’t stop!
“I know,” she returned in a breathlessly. “Please, continue.”
Mike nodded then felt a little silly doing so. Not only was she blindfolded but he was also standing behind her. There was no way she would have ever seen him nod. He simply murmured an okay then went about his business.
He lashed her wrists behind her back then wrapped a strap around one arm, just above her elbow then ran it across her back and did the same with the other. Her arms were bound tightly behind her in a way she was simply unable to move them a millimeter.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Jenya nodded. He took her by the arm and together, they left the hotel room.
Chapter 2: The Road to Somewhere
Mike dodged the dubious looks he got from some of the hotel’s patrons as he led Jenya to his car. He opened the door and helped her in then closed the door behind her. He looked up at some old woman gawking at him from the rail above.
“She likes it when I fuck her like that!” he shouted then flipped her off.
The old woman swatted her hand at him then promptly left. Mike laughed and got into the car with Jenya. He reached over and fastened her seatbelt before starting the car to leave.
Jenya wriggled in the front seat, trying to slide down a bit to make it a little more comfortable. Having her arms bound behind her back made it difficult but eventually she found just the right spot. Now all that was left was to wait while Mike drove them to some unknown destination.
Mike glanced over at Jenya now and then as they drove. He noticed that in her attempt to get more comfortable, her miniskirt had ridden up her legs and was now bunched around her waist. He could see a noticeable wetness forming in the cleft of the fabric.
“So I’m sure you’re wondering where we’re going, huh?” he asked.
Jenya nodded and said something Mike couldn’t make out because of the ball gag. He smirked and put his hand on her bare thigh. She flinched a little at his touch then let out a muffled coo as she spread her legs a little. He caressed her smooth flesh, moving his hand along the inside of her leg, inching it closer and closer to her wet, covered snatch.
“You’ll love it,” he teased. “We have all sorts of naughty things for you. Chains. Whips. Toys. Like a sex buffet.”
Her pussy spasmed at the thought. If she had even a shred of self-control left, his words ripped it from her will. Her hips moved a little, urging him to touch her as they drove. She thought maybe if she came before they arrived at wherever the road was taking them then maybe she could steel herself against their plans.
Christ Mike! Just touch me. Please. I need that at least. Just stuff your fucking hand in my panties and finger my cunt!
She groaned into the gag. Her hips moved more urgently. Her chest jut toward the sky. She was hot, very hot. Mike was loving it.
They were on a road that ran straight for a while. He gave her what she needed and stuffed his hand beneath her panties and started to rub her slit. Her pussy was extremely wet, as Mike imagined it was. He teased her clit with his thumb then shoved two fingers past her gaping folds.
Mmmmmm. Yes! God yes!
She moaned into the ball gag and her thoughts drifted off to the moment she had her first bondage experience. His name was Pierre, or so that was she called him. Jenya never really knew his name. She had met him at a club one night when she had just started selling her body.
They had found an storeroom and he pushed her inside. They kissed recklessly, passionately, more so than just hooker and John. There was something about him that made her swoon. His beautiful face? Chiseled frame? The strength and confidence that emanated from every pore?
He had bent her over a small stack of boxes and removed his belt. He flogged her round, juicy ass lightly. It wasn't hard and rough but enough to make her pussy melt with each gentle spank. When he stopped, she prepared for him to ram his gigantic shaft into her waiting pot but Pierre had other plans.
He used his belt to bind her wrists behind her back, leaving her dangling over the boxes helplessly and open to his every sinful desire. He fucked her in every hole and Jenya loved every scintillating moment.
He would cram his cock into her waiting mouth, burying it down her throat until she gagged through the sucking. Then he would find her dripping cunt and rip into her with the might of a god. Over and over, back and forth he'd fuck her, taking her tight asshole randomly until he came.
Pierre measured and calculated his eruption. He pumped a few loads onto her gaping asshole and cunt. A few more loads on her mouth and cheeks then ended with his steaming jizz sprayed on her back. She never felt more like a whore than that very moment.