Kink me

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Kink me like a wire hanger bending in strong hands, my hooked neck strung in the rack, holding your leather corset unlaced to give them access to your bruised breasts.

The shock of violent slaps had brought your nipples to hard erection, made gasps from your lips still wet with cum and lipstick and bourbon, and tasting of his cock and her cigarette.

They both watched you peel naked, ignoring my metal limbs aching to rake over your flesh, immobile without a lover to move me. I'm a voyuer, you a servant, they a pair of wolves with boundless appetites.

"Lick my cunt."

Quickly you obey, her pleasure seen and heard by all; this is not the first time.

While you kneel and lick her cunt, lips on lips, tongue swirling, she grimaces and releases, bitter urine making its way into you. His cock swells watching your helplessness. You recover and drink, your slurping consuming her sounds, consuming her pleasures. You had practised, and she leans back emptied.

I want to fold around you, choke you until the piss drains out and dribbles over my wires, cut into your skin with envy. I imagine dropping your corset and freeing my bent frame.

"Show me your ass."

He pulls you up, slapping your breasts again, your face, your thigh, and shoves you down onto the sofa arm, belly compressed, bending you into my form. You're now V-shaped from the side. He kicks your legs apart to make you V-shaped from behind.

His finger smears your waiting anus with baby oil, in going one, two, three fingers. Before your panting starts, he pulls them out and rushes his head in their place. He pushes in fully, pulling himself into you, showing teeth in his smile. You had practiced on yourself; this is your first time with a warm, thick cock.

I rattle, sharing your giving of yourself, thinking the corset my binding outside as you are now bound inside. But I can only watch what you feel.

With a long grunt, he sharply pulls your hair and cums again. Out he pops semi-hard, jerks you up and back into your knees. Cleaning him of ass and cum, you consume his pleasure as well.

They leave, not looking to you.

You get up, come to me, retrieve your corset, and remove me from my confinement. Lifting me, you straighten me out a little and hold me to your chest. I hear your heart and wait for next time.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
hey dude -this is a mini epic

not a poem, add some more shit and file under story

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