Thread: Making it Right (Ruphhausin and HeatherHeart)

Ruphhausin said Devon laughed softly, a slightly wicked tone to the sound as he continued to tease Tara's pussy. He was moving his fingers in ways that he knew had to be driving her a bit crazy, and he was wanting that very thing to be happening to her. He had to let her see that he was in total control of everything that was happening, and that she had no reason to doubt he was capable of staying in control. He then moved his fingers on her clit, watching her responses as he spoke to her more about her servitude to him. I have been watching you, and I really to like what I see, Tara. To answer a question that may be on that mind of yours, yes I am going to make you my sexual slave, as well as my slave in every other way I wish. I see the potential in you for you to be the perfect Fucktoy, and we are going to start immediately working on that. Perhaps I will let you go after a while and just return to the duties of your new job here at the back after a while. He pondered that aloud, two of his fingers pushing inside of her pussy suddenly as he spoke that last sentence. He stroked her perineum with his thumb, wanting her ultra-sensitive as soon as possible. He then gave her his second order of the hour, loving how her pussy felt around his fingers as eh moved them slowly in and out of her sex. Get the damn blouse completely off, Tara. I will move enough for that, but you will not move in any other way other than getting your blouse and bra off and putting them there on the floor in front of you. Click to expand... She bit her lip, a moan threatening to escape her mouth, but she managed to fight it back as his hand continued to play along her mound. He seemed to know just how to touch, just how much pressure to apply, and she was finding it harder and harder to resist the feelings her body kept pushing forward. She knew he could easily tell how moist she was becoming, the fire building in her stomach hotter and hotter, but she didn't want to give in. Didn't... want to enjoy this. It wasn't even her choice, really! But then he slid his finger along her clit and she moaned out loudly, entire body shivering.. and she knew it was too late.. she couldn't hide her reactions from him anymore, the growing passions. He talked as he teased her. He talked about how she would definitely be his sexual slave. His.. fucktoy? She hated the sound of that word.. the meaning of that word.., but what could she do?? And even as he dangled hope in front of her, she cried out loudly, echoing from the walls, as he slipped two fingers into her now slick tunnel, spreading it wide with welcome friction, and she trembled on his lap, impailed by his fingers, utterly under his control now..his thumb and fingers working in concert to make her moan and squirm, face down on his lap. And then he told her to take off her blouse, and she shivered once again.. would she be allowed no privacy or control at all? She did as he said, however, and managed to squirm enough to get the buttons of her blouse undone, tugging it off and placing it on the floor where she would be staring at it, and the reaching back to unclasp her bra, releasing her modest 34B breasts, light pink nipples pressing into his thigh as she lay back down obediently, wishing she had the nerve to fight back, to resist, but she just didn't see any way to. Not right now, anyway. She would have to wait for her change, and.. mmmmm.. oh it felt so good, too.. as his fingers delved into her, his hard cock shoving roughly now into her trim stomach.