There was no win in this situation. If I opened my legs, I would just give him easier access to my sex, and if I held firm, then I simply held him exactly where he wanted to be. A spark of heat from my clit jolted me, reminding me that another way of looking at it was that there was no lose in this situation.
“Soaking wet, you liar,” he said.
Sure enough, when he rubbed my panties against me, they slid freely and my legs quivered. After a few moments of struggling, the man I couldn’t see managed to slip a finger inside my panties. I felt him inside me, stroking the front wall of my pussy with a come-here motion.
“Holy shhhhhhhh…” I trailed off, straining against my bonds.
There was a particular spot he was touching in there that made me feel like a powerful engine on the verge of coming to life with a V8 roar. His finger slipped in and out all the easier the more he stroked me, but it wasn’t long before he pulled out and pushed it into my mouth, gripping my chin to keep his hand steady as I twisted from side to side.
“Taste that? That’s how much you want this.”
His finger was slick with my juices and my own arousal dominated my sense of taste. Like the rest of my body, I couldn’t escape this. His finger followed me as far as I could move my head, as I tried to push it out with my tongue, which only made me lap off my sweet nectar.
When he pulled his finger out, he grabbed a tight fistful of my hair and leaned forward, kissing me roughly and sharing in the flavor of my natural lubricants. I whimpered into the kiss, my mouth forced wide open to accept him as he held my head still with that iron grip on my hair.
His tongue twirled slowly around mine, tempting it into a dance, daring me to resist his power if I could. There was no stopping it, and my tongue moved in time with his, the first steps of a tentative beginner.
He broke off the kiss and my head followed his for an inch or two. “That’s right, little girl, you can’t help being a whore. Not when you’re so wet and ready. Not when you ache for my cock so much.”
The throbbing rod of his cock slapped against first one breast and then the other, and I felt the small splatters of pre-cum cooling in the air. He moved forward and dick-slapped me in the face so I felt those cool spots on my cheeks, chin and nose too.
That cock. It hit with such weight. I knew it well, but under the circumstances it was almost like my first time again. All that mystery and danger. Holy hell, I was so hot!
“How do you like that? You got any complaints?” he asked.
If I said “Kimura” now, this sleep mask would come off and I could watch as Austin fucked me…
“You’ll never get away with this…” I said.
“I already have.”
His thick cock pushed at my lips, distorting my facial features for a few seconds before a spark of pleasure between my legs made me gasp. He took his window of opportunity to shove his girth into my mouth. He kept that tight grip on my hair, forcing my head to move in time with this thrusts.
The bumpy ridge of his cock pushed at my lips every time he pulled back, and I heard him groaning in pleasure above me, a low rumble that seemed to come from deep in his chest. He quickly fell into a rhythm and rivulets of saliva and pre-cum were soon dribbling down my chin.
Smack!
The light slap on my cheek caught me by surprise, and I moaned right on the head of his cock.
“Hell yeah. You suck cock like a pro.”
The pace of his thrusts sped up, and he started pushing further until the tip of his hard length hit the back of my throat. At first he only brushed up against it, but soon he was pumping his cock in and out hard enough that the squelching sounds must have threatened to wake up the old lady in the opposite corner of the cabin.
I held back my gag reflex as long as I could. I could feel my cheeks going red and a tear or two soaked into the sleep mask, and still my unseen partner fucked my face with no signs of slowing down.
Eventually I coughed and gagged and he pulled out, slapping my face with his cock again as I gasped for air. This time there were no small spots of cooling pre-cum; his cock was slick and he was making a mess of me.
“K… k… k…” I panted.
“What’s that?”
I struggled to catch my breath and licked my trembling lips. My pussy was on fire with the need to be satisfied. This was scary, but it was hard to remember ever having been more turned on.
I shook my head.
“That’s right, cock slave.”
He pushed his thickness back into my mouth and resumed his former pace straight away. After that brief time out in the air, his cock felt cool for a few strokes, but between my mouth and all that throbbing energy inside, it soon warmed up again.
The impact on the back of my throat still made my eyes water, and I still coughed around it a few times, but the struggle to time my gasps for air and how good it felt occupied most of my consciousness. My whole world was being taken over by hard-pounding cock and growing euphoria.