Release Year: 2022
Studio: InsexLove

A ally gave me his phone number weeks agone. "Call him. Just call him," this babe told. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the boys. Well, maybe a adult baby. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the pont of time. I just crave to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My ally shrugged. "Call him," this babe told once more. I was the youngest of 3 beauties. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boi allies. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, poked away, greater quantity groping. I had fantasies, murky pics in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my craving. Like jocks were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of dongs the final scarcely any years, large ones, petite ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and schlongs that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fuck, and weenies that wanted everything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in daybed afterward with each one of these rods (never boyz, or studs, just ramrods, damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the darksome after they started snoring, and I wanted greater amount, less, no thing, anything. I wanted smth I couldn’t admit to myself. I wanted and wanted, but I was afraid. "Call him," my ally told. It was the thought of lying in the darksome that stopped me from calling, and the scent of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness that was always worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the darksome. When I lastly made the call, that guy said me to come alone and to wear a petticoat and blouse. No underclothes. My hands shook. I bald anything that night. Everything but my head. I poked a chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, exposed. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my cunt and pussy, then touched my fingers to my face hole, tasting myself. And I caressed my boobs, watching, playing with my nipps until they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my dark hole, the fingers of the other in my snatch. And all the whilst, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met in advance of. The 1st thing that guy did that night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some other angel was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to fuck you?" that guy told, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re lucky." And this chab cocked his head, his eyes sad, as though this guy pitied me. "Don’t worry." He smiled then, but it made me shiver. "I’m merely going to hurt u a little." I wanted to say smth hawt. I wanted to make him crave me. I wanted to do all the things I’d learned throughout the years, the way a gal takes push around. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of drilling. I was breaking into pieces. He smiled cuz this chab knew anything the pont of time this guy saw me. He’d watched my eyes wander one time he’d unlocked the door to his "special room" and led me inside. The walls were overspread with belts, ropes, chain, shackles. My body was on fire. That night this guy circumcised my clothes off me. He chained me to a metal bar. He locked a raw metallic collar on my neck. Chain betwixt my legs, around my milk shakes. Metal in my throat, my butt. Metal clamps pinching my nipps. And later, sex-toy in my love tunnel. He stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. He wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. He circumcised off my air. He made me come over and over. After this chab was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. He put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in place. "You’ll do anything I say. When I call, you’ll come immediately." I stared animal training the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine now." I shivered, not from cold, but from smth else, smth fresh, an electricity. For the 1st time, I wasn’t fumbling in the black anymore. "Yes sir."

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