Thread: 50 Shades of Cray (501st x Crusade)

When Cameron gave the warning, he felt Christa start slipping inch by inch of his cock from her mouth's grasp. Finally, she stopped and when her hand moved to take care of the shaft while her mouth settled around the head, he came for her. He was interested to see how she'd take it. He knew it having been so long, he was liable to gush like a geyser and that seemed like it was exactly what Christa received. He watched her down mouthful after mouthful until she pulled back and he saw some drip from her mouth and down her chin. When he saw some fall onto her dress and then the last spurt hit her face, he winced, figuring she'd be upset, even though it hadn't been intentional. Instead, she seemed to love it, laughing as she wiped the cum from her face and then tasted it. Cameron was so conflicted. The last thing he wanted was to be enjoying any part of it, but unfortunately, he enjoyed every bit of it. Christa was exactly the type of freak in the bedroom he'd always wanted...it was just the shit she did outside of the bedroom that warranted the psychiatric help. She sucked his cock better than any woman he'd ever been with, she swallowed his load like it was candy and laughed when he came on her face. He was as impressed as he was horrified at what might come next. Before he even had time to relish in the comedown from his orgasm and before his cock even had an opportunity to soften, Cam was greeted by a surprise in the form of a needle that found the fleshy part of his thigh. Ah, fuck. What was that for? he called out. He'd been so good at holding his tongue, but he was expecting whatever she'd given him to knock him unconscious and put him in the same state that had started the whole mess. Instead, she explained to him that whatever she'd injected him with was going to keep him hard. He glanced down at his thigh and half expected she was lying to him. He waited to feel his eyelids droop and the drug to kick in, but surprisingly, nothing like that happened. Just as she said, whatever it had been was keeping his cock erect, something that never happened after he came. I know. And I apologize for that, Cameron said, clearly trying to appeal to her softer side when she mentioned the dress. It was clear that she wasn't angry about it, though. Whatever her intentions were, he didn't know if he had it in himself physically to go for a few hours. He hoped the drug did the trick and he wasn't going to go soft on her midway through whatever it was. She was liable to castrate him if she didn't get what she wanted. He wouldn't put anything past her. It wasn't long before her dress was off and Cameron was greeted by the sight of Christa's naked breasts and stomach. Her body was incredible and Cam, deciding to play along, gave her a half smile as he checked her out. Her breasts were small, but they were perfect. She'd be the first woman he'd been with who had their nipples pierced and he low key sort of loved it. Her stomach was nice and smooth and it was clear to him that when she wasn't drugging men and taking advantage of them in her basement, she was taking good care of that body. Cameron watched as she wiped his cock clean with her dress, the lipstick and the good amount of saliva that resided on his shaft making a bigger mess of her dress. So you want me hard for hours, Christa? What did you have in mind? he asked politely. He wasn't going to try and coax her to free his hands or anything stupid like that. He knew better than to test her, at least until she'd gotten everything she wanted. Plus, with the shock collar still around his neck, he didn't want to have to be shocked back into coherence.