Shipping Storm


I'd like to take you to Gallery.

One of the big ones - with wide corridors and halls, with very few visitors in lull hours.


You will wear long overcoat and skirt. Why would you want to wear overcoat in gallery? Oh, because you hands will be tied tight behind your back. I will try out that new white latex arm binder. I will wrap it tight and pull all those laces hard, till you squeal. It will make you walk proud.


And skirt? Well, no-pantied Tina needs to make your hot spots most available.

And - the hot spots will we very desiring of attention. I would see to that. Or rather, I would make YOU see to that.


So I will walk you to selected room. And in front the picture of your choice I will stand behind you and test the wetness of your pussy with my hand.


What picture is it? Turner's Ship in Storm? Very appropriate Do you like how the ship and storm become one? Tell me about it. Tell me!

While you do it you'll feel it moving behind and testing your puckered hole. Then you will realize that I was just wetting my fingers in your moisture you have produced for me and I will slip them in. Will both of them slip in your asshole easily? Will you resist me? - If you do, they will enter you still, but you will be wiggling, bucking and stifling moans. And do not pay attention to that man trying to figure poor mad Vincent on another wall and obvious to slightly odd couple of beautiful people with woman very flushed and breathing heavily People on the verge of orgasm are always beautiful, don't you think?


Then - will Tina need to cum impaled in her ass and with dripping pussy on which I would be practicing my feather touch? Arms so beautifully immobilized, body tight as c string? I should think so. However you will be still asked to comment on the Ship in Storm in great detail (hmmm what those mauves and grays mean, pray tell?). Then - when you desperately think that you just cannot hold on to sanity - I might whisper in your flushed ear: Cum now for me, my little cum whore.


Oh, you will!? You will need to scream and will want to stuff your fist in your mouth, but unfortunately your hands will be on your back, tightly encased, so you will have to just bite your lips. More so when I press my other hand on your twitching pussy and slip a finger or two in there too.


Will you try to stifle and try break my fingers with tightening of your anus, like ship shipping in storm? Oh yes - and I need to feel that storm. To know how hard are you cumming - to test strength of your anal orgasm and to keep it open in front of onslaught of your cum-tidal wave. I need to hold you while you buckle, to explore the clenching pussy, to feel it's tell tale mead oozing down my arm. I want to know in intimate detail how hard and how many times can you tighten that naughty puss on my hand, to posses its furnace heat you offer to me.


And to feel your body trashing in throes of orgasm I have given you, ingesting your half stifled yells from that trembling lips. Catcalls of never ending need? And is that man still communing with passionate Vincent?

You would cum for me Tina, would you? I thought so.


Later - when you recover a bit, but not too much - I will guide you to some convenient place. I will leave a finger in one of your holes (which one?). So we should not go far. A restroom? Perhaps. How about - the car?


Would you kneel on the back seat and suck my dick in the parking lot? After all it is your fault it so raging hard! You are cuming so good! Yes, I think you will suck it, try to swallow it, divide your attention equally between the head and the balls. After all, cock sucking is the art that should be practiced in the open.

Then I would just fuck your butt. Flip you on your back, rise your legs high up, letting you lie on your bound arms. I will ram you hard, plunge deep in you - letting you scream all you want. I know your arms will ache a lot by now. Will you be screaming from THAT pain - or THIS? Or from the bound exposure itself?

Then - I will tell you to cum again.

To cum with my cock in you ass. To try to break it. I want to look in your eyes as they glaze over. To look into them and know how do you cum while being used as sheath for my cock. To know -- being bound impaled and fucked hard - is that the ultimate kick? I want to look at your cuming pussy, to try to coax some gushing. It will be almost red, inflamed like plump apricot and cuming just for me. Sweet pussy, so desperate to engulf something - yet made to cum nevertheless.

When you feel you are at the crest of the mightiest wave of them all I will pump my cum deep in your body, in your soul, fueling this Ship's Storm. You will jerk with my jerks and reach yet another, higher, cum-plateau. There is almost no air there. But you do not need air - you need cumming.


Hmmm - I wonder how long would I have to hold you in my arms before you can drive again and swear "You asshole!" at people who cross your path.


And maybe you will have something in that lively bum hole - we cannot let it just close. It's not good for nice and naughty asses.

After all - butt plug is the only way to travel.


Will you come with me to Gallery?


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