I was quite accustomed to his visits by now, after all, he had been using me for about 4 years. I didnāt think much of it when he got a girlfriend because he did not slow down his house calls at all. Turns out what he was doing is telling her that he got called into work and would leave the house late night. He came to see me, and then would go spend the rest of the night at the firehouse available for āon call.ā Well another visit came, another photo session, some new foreplay, and a good fucking. He often worked āthe boxā as he would call it, the ambulance. From time to time they would come across an unruly citizen in need of assistance but thoughtfully unaware, in which case cloth restraint belts were needed. Well, someoneās tax paying dollars went toward a donation of his very own set of restraints that ended up in my bedroom. This was different than the bungee ropes he used at his house. I was free to move against those, and he used that bouncing mobility to his advantage. This time, I was bound to the bed frame, my arms above my head and my legs to the foot. He photographed my helpless, naked body. He helped himself from head to toe.. kissing, grabbing, biting, stroking my body while stroking his. He was not short on words talking to me as if he was a professional behind the camera coaching his seductive model into captivating, alluring poses as if he was actually going to present these to a viewer. I was restrained, going nowhere. He told me to roll over.. or try at least. As I did, of course I went nowhere. My body contorted in a way that it looked like I was struggling. He wanted it to appear that I was in distress. He told me to open my mouth as if I was screaming out. I arched my back lifting off the bed as if I could actually free myself from his bondage. Then he told me to spread my legsā¦ I couldnāt. But he loved seeing me try, struggling against the extension of his grasp while he captured my every move behind his camera. He brought a tripod this visit, and set it up so he could assist in this task. He came to the bed and initially planted his face in my thighs. He burried himself in my crotch pressing forcefully against my knees as if the restraints were going to give way. He told me to fight against against him, pull away, pout/grimace/scream, roll to the sideā¦. while he shoved his fingers and our friend the purple dildo so far up my twat that I really might have wanted to get away from him. He fucked me with his dildo (my dildo), and then proceeded to brush my lips with it. He penetrated my open mouth with the wet, slippery, warm toy. He loved seeing me taste my own juices. I could hear the camera snapping shot and shot every 15-20 seconds. He moved around my corpse-like body to capture the moments of him taking my innocence. He returned the dildo to my pussy. He sat on my face (not literally) and shoved his cock in my mouth. He eventually turned me over to my side, spread my legs as far as they would go, and fucked me while I was tied up. The camera was positioned at the foot of the bed capturing his cock sliding in my cunt hole as he elevated my his off the bed. He stood over me and blew his load down all over my body covering me in his warm, creamy, cum. The camera caught every moment. After he finished, he took close up shots of my stretched out pussy hole, the splatter of his jiz across my body, and a picture of our purple dildo filling my mouth. He was out the door and off to delve into the still-shot memories and had taken from me. I wondered in that moment if someone else was going to be seeing me at work, in my element, in front of the cameraā¦.
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