Gushing

by Polly Amorie

He turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder, as he closed the refrigerator door. Her wrists were bound by leather cuffs, and attached by chains to a steel bar suspended from the ceiling. She looked him straight in the eye as she grasped the bar, and swung her body gently back and forth, her toes not moving from their spot.

"What are you doing? What do you have in store for me?"

His face suddenly altered from its usual sweet and cheery smile to a darkly mischievous evil grin -- his eyebrows drawing closer together; his dark eyes flashing. Ostentatiously he placed his hand behind his back, discernibly concealing something in his hand.

"Stand still. And spread those legs. I have a surprise for you."

Obediently she stopped swinging, and planted her feet firmly on the floor, apart. Her cunt was a little tender, and throbbed incessantly from much previous fucking that day, but she still felt it awaken with desire and anticipation once again at the thought of him.

He wheeled towards her, not taking his eyes from hers, until she was straddled across him, but not touching him. One hand behind his back, he ran an insolent finger up her inner thigh, and watched her visibly shudder with excitement.

"Gonna make that pussy wet again. Dripping wet. Literally."

She moaned softly, and then sighed with joy when he revealed the contents of his hidden hand to her. A hand-crafted glass dildo. Cold from the refrigerator. Their eyes locked again.

"You want this, you dirty little girl?"

"Yes. Please."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. With that. Make me gush... again."

"Dirty girl. Nasty little slut."

"Your nasty little slut."

"Yes. You. Are!"

On his last syllable, he slid the dildo straight into her cunt, and she couldn't help but gasp at the deliciously cold hard feeling. He held it in place for a second, until he felt her relax around it, and then, steadying himself by spanking his palm down on her ass and holding her still, he thrust it into her, hard. He hit her g-spot square on and began a steady rhythm, fucking her with the dildo, and feeling her grind onto it.

"Hold it in there for a moment."

She clenched her pussy muscles tightly around the glass, thanking heaven for her nightly Kegels ritual exercises. He wheeled around to the back of her, and reached between her already slippery thighs to continue his pumping rhythm while he simultaneously tickled her clit. He did this oh-so-softly, but it was still enough to cause her moans to rise several decibels.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! OH MY GOD!!"

She felt her orgasm grow closer and closer.

"You love it, don't you? You. Love. When. I. Fuck. Your. Hungry. Wet. Pussy."

Each burst of speech indicated a further and deeper thrust of the dildo. With a wail of abandon, she came. She shuddered and gasped as the orgasms faded, and then rose again to a further crescendo as he ruthlessly continued to pump and thrust the dildo onto her g-spot and she came again, gushing like a fountain and raining come all over his hand, and the floor.

"Oh. My. God. (pant, pant) That was amazing. Fuck. (pant, pant, pant). Nobody does that like you do, baby. Nobody fucks me like you do. And nobody ever makes me come like you do."

His evil grin intensified.

"Just wait until later tonight. We can test that claim, when my friend comes over."

"Your (pant, pant) friend?"

"Yes. The one who you're going to fuck. On my command."

to be continued...