Made For Sex. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

course you did.”

      Tim quickly relocked her wrist. “Now struggle. I want to see your body strain, unable to get free.”

      She pulled at her arms and legs. The bindings didn’t hurt at all, but she was, nevertheless, completely helpless.

      “Beg me to let you go.”

      She heard the hum of the video camera. “Please.” She knew that she could say popcorn at any time and he would let her go. She could also beg and plead and know he wouldn’t release her. Her head angled downward was making her a little light-headed but it was fantastic. “Please let me go. Oh god, please.”

      “Oh no, baby. Not a chance.” Then his hands were on her face, gently feeling around the blindfold. He slipped a finger into her mouth and she sucked as he worked it in and out.

      “I want you to understand exactly what I’m going to have you do,” Tim said. “This bench is at just the right height.” What had to be his naked cock slid over Carla’s cheeks. “You’re going to suck me good.” He withdrew the finger from her mouth and replaced it with his hard erection. Carla gasped as Tim forced his large member into her mouth, but she quickly started sucking as he fucked her mouth. “Too good, too fast,” he said, pulling away from her greedy mouth.

      She again heard a rustling then a buzzing. “Hear that?” he said. “That’s a vibrator and I’m going to make you come with it. I’ll be in control of your body. You won’t be able to resist. You’ll come when I want you to and only when I’m ready.”

      Carla jumped when she felt the buzz against her nipple. Jolts of magic electricity bounced around inside of her, stabbing her in the breasts, the belly, and in her hungry pussy. She wanted nothing more than for Tim to fuck her, any way he wanted, but she sensed that her resistance was part of his fantasy and she wanted him to have it all. She knew instinctively what to say.

      “Oh stop,” she said, “please stop. It’s torture.”

      “It’s exciting to beg, isn’t it? And to know you can’t sway me. And I love to hear you plead for mercy, but there will be none.” He placed the tip of the vibrator deep in her armpit.

      Carla was afraid it would tickle, but it didn’t. It just excited her more. “I can’t take it. No more, please.”

      “There’s so much more,” Tim said. He moved the vibrator until it was rubbing the insides of Carla’s thighs. “Want it against your cunt?”

      “No. Don’t.”

      “I will. And what’s more you want me to. It’s so embarrassing to admit that you want me to fuck you with this vibrator, this artificial buzzing cock that can give you such pleasure.”

      “Oh god, no.”

      Tim was in heaven. This was his favorite fantasy and it was better than he had dreamed it would be. And he was taking it as far as it would go. “I think you’d better ask me to fuck you.”

      “No.”

      He teased Carla’s cunt, touching her swollen lips, then stopping. Sliding the vibrator through her thick wet juices, then moving it back to the inside of her thigh. “I can make you crazy with wanting. Admit that your pussy needs to be fucked. Say it.”

      “Yes, do it,” Carla said, slipping out of character. “Fuck me good.”

      Tim inserted the penis-shaped vibrator into Carla’s pussy and strapped it in place with a piece of leather that was connected to the bench. “Now suck my cock,” he said, walking around to the head of the bench and laying his cock against her mouth.

      Carla became pure sensation. She sucked and lapped as the buzzing filled her demanding cunt. Tim came quickly, unable to resist the pull of Carla’s mouth. She swallowed as he pumped until he thought he would never be able to come again. He pulled his exhausted cock from Carla’s mouth, knowing that she hadn’t come yet. “Do you want to come now, baby?” he asked.

      “Please. Help me.”

      “Of course,” he spoke reassuringly. He knelt between her legs and flicked his tongue back and forth against her clit. “Yes,” she screamed. “Don’t stop.”

      He didn’t and Carla climaxed, shuddering and bucking against the straps holding her wrists and ankles. Tim pulled the vibrator from her sopping pussy, unfastened the straps and carried her to the bed.

      “I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” Carla said.

      “It was great for me too,” Tim said. “Maybe when I’ve developed the pictures, we could get together again to look them over…and whatever.”

      “Yes,” Carla sighed. “Lots of whatever.”