Sunday Afternoon

Erotic Fantasy By Crimson for Samarel Eros

 

She could barely breathe. She lay in the bed, panting, gulping for air, head buzzing and body reeling with sensations.

 

Suddenly she heard his voice, “Good girl. I’m so very proud of you,” was all he calmly uttered.

 

She smiled weakly at the screen, knowing he could see every inch of her through the computer’s camera. Her body trembled again as a small wave passed though her, a result of the device still lodged within.

 

“Don’t relax too much, darling girl,” he whispered. “I know you’re tired, but you’re not done, yet. There is still more for you to show me.”

 

She suddenly felt tears welling behind her eyes, threatening to pour over. She turned her face away from the camera. She knew he would scold her, but she couldn’t handle him seeing her cry and right now she didn’t know how she could complete the next task without breaking down.

 

“Look at me,” he snapped! The tone forced her to turn her head back with a sharp intake of air. “On your knees. Remove the toys. Do not use your hands,” were the simple, terse instructions that came across.

She nodded her head slightly as she pulled her body up to kneel before the camera. Her breathing was still labored as the two small spheres softly vibrated within her, disrupting her focus on the task at hand. She dropped her head back, mouth parted slightly in a sigh as she clinched and pushed her deepest muscles. Her hands gripped tighter on her thighs as she fought her tormentors, who were more then happy to remain within their deep wet home. Finally, with a sigh of relief and satisfaction, they were gone.

 

“Perfect, darling girl,” he said with pride. “You must continue to practice while I’m away. Do you understand?”

 

She simple nodded yes, too tired to form words. “Now look in the blue box and you will find your next task.”

 

She reached across the bed and pulled the box before the screen. Once she returned to her kneel, she untied the string and looked with in. She looked at the camera, mouth formed in a perfect O, eyes silently pleading for him to not make her go on.

 

“Put on the clamps first,” he ordered. “Then I want you to ride the cock with one hand and use the vibe on your clit with the other. Understood?”

 

She hung her head low as she nodded. She picked up the clamps and placed them on her nipples that were still peaked and throbbing from the previous task. She inhaled sharply, a small squeak escaping as the sharp pinch of the clamps took hold their prize. Her head hung low as she stared at her hands gripping the crimson blanket beneath her.

 

“Pick your head up, darling girl. I want to see how lovely they look on you,” he seductively purred.

 

She lifted her head, rolling her shoulders back to bring her breast forward slightly, knowing her would be pleased at the sight.

 

“Beautiful, baby,” he said with pride. “Now the rest.”

 

She reached for the long phallus resting in the box. It’s size and shape were extraordinary, much like his. As she ran her hand down the length admiring the swirling colors, she couldn’t help but notice the similarities between this faux member and her tormentor’s length.

 

She heard his laughter before he spoke. “I had it custom made for you, baby…I didn’t want my darling girl lonely while I was away,” he said with another chuckle. “Now it is time for you to be a good girl and ride.”

 

As she slowly inserted the head, a soft moan escaped at the delicious feeling of being filled by him. With her breath short and a feral light in her eye, she looked into the camera and began a ride he wouldn’t soon forget.