Kinks: Intox kink • bondage • CNC • Sensory Depravation • Facefucking/deepthroat • free use
Stress gets the better of me for yet another night. The hours become eternal as the hands of the clock tick forward; the sun won't be long now.
Bad decisions cloud my judgment as the liquor slides down my throat, accompanied by a few sleeping pills. My body collapses onto the bed, settling into the sheets in a desperate attempt to catch some sleep. The last thing I remember before everything goes black is the text message I sent you, confessing what I had just done.
When I open my eyes, the darkness is absolute. Panic floods my body when I try to move; a curse escapes my lips as I discover my limbs are completely trapped, bound by a blind knot that refuses to give.
My skin burns from my futile attempts to break free, but that sting is eclipsed by a sharp pain settling into my chin: the force of your fingers forcing my mouth open.
Before I can articulate a single word, you thrust deep into my throat, choking back any attempt to protest. Tears flood my eyes and my own saliva escapes from the corner of my lips while my nose brushes against your pubic hair, causing a suffocating tickle.
Holding me like this, your other hand tangles tightly into my hair, making me groan, trapped against your member. I can hear your own gasps, heavy and authoritative, as you force my head to move at your whim. My mind is unable to keep up with your movements or even stop them.
The pace becomes increasingly ruthless. My senses, dulled by the medication and alcohol, focus solely on the burning friction inside my mouth. There is no room for air; every time I try to inhale, I only encounter your flesh demanding more, pushing to the absolute limit of my throat in a sadistic, perfect rhythm.
I try to arch my back, searching for a single milligram of control, but the grip on my hair tightens cruelly, pinning me to the pillow and letting me know that I am entirely at your mercy. My muffled gasps mix with the wet sound of penetration and the constant friction of your pelvis against my wet chin.
Your breath breaks over my face, becoming erratic, heavy. I know what's coming. Your fingers sink even deeper into my scalp, forcing me to take all of you in one last deep, implacable thrust that leaves me breathless. A husky groan escapes your chest just before a wave of thick heat begins to fill my mouth, flooding my tongue and washing over my palate.
"This is what you wanted when you sent me that text, isn't it?" you gasp, making the heat pool inside my wetness.
The taste of semen forces me to swallow out of pure survival instinct, while tears finally spill over my cheeks. You stay right there, throbbing and heavy over my lips, claiming every last drop of my submission before letting me free to breathe.
Your hands slide down my hair until the piece of fabric blinding my vision drops away. You kiss my damp eyelids before allowing me to see a satisfied smirk on your face.
"We are going to keep using you," you announce, moving away from me. Through my blurred vision, I watch you scan my bedroom, searching for something.
"Use me," I utter, closing my eyes as I feel my body weighing far more than before.
And it doesn't take long for me to drift back to sleep.
