Knotted Pleasure (26 page)

He pounded in her, harder than he had ever done to a woman in her ass. He didn't know how she took it, but she did, her ass muscles clenching on his cock as though she couldn't get enough of it. He struggled not to cum in her, waiting for her.

It hit her suddenly. One minute she was being fucked in her backside while her pussy was being clamped and tortured, but all of the pain, all of the fullness of the thick cock met deep between her legs. She tugged on the strict bondage she was forced into and it set her off, her body exploding, Sandra unable to believe that she could cum again. Unable to believe that a cock in her ass and not in her pussy was setting her off. Just as she exploded, Miguel went off in her ass. It felt like a fire hose was filling her with hot cum. It jetted out, her muscles set off and clenched on the spewing cock, another jet forced by her clenching until there was only one continuous orgasm that racked their bodies.

Even when they both finished, Miguel's heavy body lay on hers.

He finally got off of her, taking the clamps off first, the shooting pain as each one released the pent up trapped blood raced through her body until they were all gone. Her arms and legs were next, Miguel helping 158

her to get off the strange frame that had her spread open. She could barely stand, but when her knees began to give out, Miguel didn't hold her up. Instead he let her go to her knees. Sandra was confronted with Miguel's soiled cock. It had been up her ass when he came. He rubbed it on her lips, but she did nothing as he pressed it between her lips until it was sitting on her tongue.

"Lick it clean, Sandra. You know what a woman should do after a man cums."

She knew exactly what he wanted, but she didn't know why she did it, but she did. She sucked the half-erect cock into her mouth, her lips sealing it in, her tongue licking the soiled organ of drying cum and God knows what else. She grimaced as she did it, but when she spit it out, it was clean and shiny, Sandra swallowing loudly.

"Take a shower and clean up. I will get you some clean clothes from your suitcase." She walked off to the open shower stall, no qualms about taking a shower naked in front of him. She had come a long way in two days. He would miss enjoying her body, hoping he might find some other unwilling woman in these trying times to satisfy the judges and himself.

* * * *

Sandra saw Miguel getting dressed, covering up his cock to her for the last time. He was watching her shower, Sandra feeling something strange that she was allowing a man to see her like this. A lot had happened in the last two days, so many things that she never could have imagined. It was as though this was a different world from hers, a world of make believe and fantasy, a perverse sexual fantasy. She dried herself off. The clothes were near the shower, Miguel sitting at his desk on the other side.

Miguel saw her come over to his desk, but she left her clothes over there. She was naked as she walked over, his cock growing harder as he eyed her lovely body. She stood in front of his desk like the first day, but now she was already naked. "You are free to go, but there will not be a plane for two days. I will make arrangements for you to have a nice hotel room where you will not be bothered, then you can get on the plane and go back to your life in the U.S." He rubbed his 159

cock through his pants as he started at her pussy.

"I've been thinking about that, Captain Miguel." She called him Captain. "I know no one here, so there is not much for me to do for two days. I would rather stay here for the two days. If you don't mind." She saw the shocked look on his face, Sandra wondering if she had the same look, surprised at her own words.

"Why would you want to do that?" Miguel should have just shut his mouth and taken this gift horse, but he wanted to be sure.

"I wasn't a virgin when I came here, but I never expected to do the things you made me do, degrading and perverted things to and by men as old as my father. If I leave now, I will go back to my old life and never experience anything like this again. My sex life will become mundane and boring for the most part."

His eyes began to perk up. Maybe there would be more enjoyment from this lovely woman.

"I like the way you handled my body. I want to stay for two more days, hoping that you will force me to perform for you and your friends and abuse me in ways I can't even fathom. I am sure that you have many things that you would like to do to me, painful and perverted, pleasurable and degrading. Bound I would have no choice, just a plaything for you and your friends. Should I get dressed or would you rather string me up by my wrists while you decide how you can use my body for your pleasure?"

Sandra watched as her arms were pulled over her head and her body drawn taut by the inanimate machine. She was perched on her toes, naked and waiting, her pussy drenched in anticipation. Captain Miguel was still on the telephone, talking in Spanish. Sandra knew that soon the door would open and older men would join him. She could wait to feel their hands and cocks on her body. She shivered in fear when he put a blindfold across her eyes.
What didn't he want me
to see? What would I feel before I would see it?

* * * *

Sandra went home in two days, but not before she had a head full of experiences that she couldn't share. She knew they would fade from her memory over the years, so she set down to write them all. She 160

finished it, but refused to share it with anyone. This was a part of her life that was private, a part that should have never happened under normal circumstances, but she was glad it did. She married and had two beautiful children, her married life happy, but her sex life was plain vanilla. She liked that. She got all of her recklessness out at once in a country where no one would remember her, though she hoped the

Captain Miguel had a soft spot in his heart for her, or at least a hard cock in his pants when he thought of her.

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