Cormac O'Brien
Head of the Family
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 27, 2015 17:46:15 GMT -5
Cormac cocked an eyebrow as Ana stood up and made her way across the small room. He didn't know what was coming, but he was certainly excited to find out. It was a complete surprise when she returned with the scarves and covered his eyes with one. For a moment, a resistant instinct fired up. After all, he was the powerful one. He was accustomed to being the torturer, denying his victim the power of sight. He had to make a conscious effort to press down his need to fight.
This was only a woman, and a whore at that. She was doing this to enhance his pleasure, not to rob him of his dignity. Cormac allowed his hands to be bound, already feeling the titillation associated with the act. This was a new and exciting experience, and he was all too thrilled to enjoy it.
"Ready?"
"Never more so."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 27, 2015 18:42:34 GMT -5
And with his consent given she sat up a bit more in his lap and using the end of the scarf, she lifted his hands above his head. "From here on out I am your Mistress and you will address me as such." She said, voice dripping with lust and desire. It was amazing how quickly to can reserve the roles. Have a man coming to you hoping he could spend the night dominated you, only for him to find himself tied up. His breathing was heavy, already a thin layer of sweat on both their bodied. Both already so worked up from a little bit of edging and making out... Yeah tonight was going to be a good night. "Oh and safe word in honeycomb." Well you have to have a safe word. If she wanted him to come see her more than just this one time she had to do things safely. Push him to far this first time and he might not come back, but she also couldn't let him get bored with her. All about finding the right balance.
Tease and denial... something she was very good at. Her hand ran down his stomach, fingers inching over his cock as she took the shaft in her hand and started to pump at it. "Tell me how much you want me?" She whispered in his ear, nibbling on it gently before going back to kissing his neck as she let her hand work at his cock. His moans giving him away that he was getting close to the edge against and then she stopped. "Oh not quite yet, I can't have you coming just yet. There is still so much of the evening to enjoy."
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Cormac O'Brien
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 27, 2015 22:09:48 GMT -5
Now his hands were not only tied together but suspended above his head. Cormac gave an experimental tug, and the knots were tight, but he figured he was strong enough to be able to tear the scarves if necessary. A safe word? Hmm ... well, he was far too prideful ever to use such a thing. What man couldn't handle being tied up and fucked by a beautiful, talented whore? Certainly not a terrifying mob boss. "Noted," he murmured in response to the safe word, but speech was lost to a hissing intake of breath as her hand found his cock and began working it.
Teeth on his earlobe, a whispered command ... oh, how it rankled to be given an order, but this pleasure was too delicious to risk ending it before he even got inside her. "I'm dying for you," he replied, his voice oddly breathy, but what the hell. His hips thrust upward, pressing his length into her hand, and then it was gone again and he groaned and it was agony.
"Mmm ... I think you have your history wrong. You see, this is torture."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 28, 2015 0:29:38 GMT -5
"Mmm ... I think you have your history wrong. You see, this is torture."
"Oh believe me, this isn't even the tip of the iceberg of what sexaul torture is." She said getting up and out of his lap. "Do you really want to know what sexaul toture is?" Her eyes moved to the riding crop she sometimes used as a prop on stage for her "what? I am a good girl" act. Fingers running over it as she picked it up and made her way back over to to the man sitting on the couch in front of her. The end of the crop ran over his chest as she smiled. "I can show you a sort of sexaul pleasure that also the best sort of torture and it makes the pleasure all the more intense."
The crop was pulled back and hit gently across his chest as she smiled and licked her lips. She told him she would keep her control, and she was sort of. He was the submissive, the one who could tell her to stop at anytime and she would go back to holding him and just having sweet sex with him. But if he wanted to know what torture was, feel something he would probably never feel again. Well this was it? "More?" She asked before pulling back the crop again and waiting for his answer.
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Cormac O'Brien
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On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 5:42:22 GMT -5
Where was she going? Oh ... oh. Something was resting against his chest - leather, trailing along his skin - and then a slap, and a jolt like electricity that ran from the place she'd slapped right down to his balls and his cock gave an excited little jump. That felt ... God, that felt really good. Who'd have thought? Oh, this just got more and more interesting.
"Yes," he groaned, tugging against the knots and dropping his head back and sighing his pleasure. "More."
This was so new and different for him that it drove the thoughts of Darcy right out of his mind. In the years since her passing, Cormac had avoided any type of sexual encounter that might be in any way similar to what he had shared with her. He was rough with women now - brutal, even, if the mood struck him - but it had never occurred to him that he might enjoy the opposite dynamic. He had never thought that something like this would turn him on: slow torment, loss of sight and control, giving up the power.
Although ... it made a certain sense, didn't it? Giving up the power meant giving up the pressure: to be right, to be strong, to be assertive and efficient and deadly. How often did he get to sit back and relax?
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 29, 2015 22:50:37 GMT -5
"More please Mistress." She said with a soft smile as the crop hit him once again. "Don't go forgetting your manners on me now sir. That isn't very nice." She said hitting him once more and narrow her eyes as she picked a candle up off a near by table and walking over to wear cormac was sitting and getting back into his lap. "And do you know when we do bad things?" She said licking over his neck and let some of the wax dip into her hand and then onto his chest. "You get to try something new for your punishment." She said smiling as then placing the candle back down as she moved over him with his length just under her warmth as he let her move into her.
"Mhm now get those hips working..." She said moving her own back and forth, slowly and sultry. After all this was what they were building up to and now it had to be as pleasurable as it could possibly be.
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