Confessions Of A Centerfold
by Leones
Part 2
John threw me head first onto the bed, I landed on my back, my body bouncing up
and down two or three times before finally coming to rest on the springy
mattress. He rolled me onto my belly, drew my ankles up to my buttocks and tied
them to my wrists. I remember how helpless I felt, maybe even mastered, I don't
know, I wasn't sure of my feelings at that moment.
John retrieved his equipment from the truck, as he suspected I was right where
he had left me when he returned. He set his camera up on a tripod and took
several pictures of me, some on my stomach and for some he positioned me on my
side, moving my trussed form like I was a piece of furniture, making sure that
my face was shown in most of the shots. John used a pair of scissors to cut away
my tank top and bra and suddenly my 36 double d's were on display, he took
several seconds, as if he was showing me who was in charge, taking liberties
with my two prized possessions, kneading and molding them to his own desired
shapes, then took more pictures of me, still trussed up like a turkey and now
nude from the waist up, taking several shots showing just my face, gagged mouth
and bare, hanging breasts.
John released the tie attaching my wrists to my ankles, then untied my ankles
altogether before flipping me like a rag doll onto my back, next he dragged me
by the ankles until my ass was resting on the edge of the bed and my legs
dangled over the side with my arms pinioned beneath my back. Almost miraculously
I could still feel the white pumps still on my feet.
He took hold of the waist band of my shorts, one hand on each side and ordered
me to lift my ass, I did as I was told, then he pulled my shorts under my ass,
down my legs and discarded them on the floor. My silk, pink thong panties were
some of Victoria Secrets finest, I was sure that John was being treated to a
preview of my dark, abundantly thick bush. Without hesitating he tore the single
panties strap running under my crotch and quickly turned my torn panties into a
loin cloth like garment, he lifted the flap of material still shielding my
pussy, inserted his index finger into my now exposed slit which brought an
unexpected low groan from my throat and an involuntary shudder in the lower
plains of my stomach. John withdrew his finger and smeared a white, sticky
substance across the half- dollar size aureola of my left breast, then returned
his finger to my slit and repeated the process with my right aureola and spoke
his first words in sometime.
"Naughty girl."
I felt terribly embarrassed by those simple two words, could feel the blush
quickly invade my face, but I also kept repeating the words over and over in my
head, almost longing for John to speak them again. John made me pose for the
camera in several provocative positions with the remnants of my panties still in
tact, then took lewd and obscene beaver shots of me without the panties. At long
last he removed my gag and the first words out of my mouth were to beg for my
life.
"Please don't kill me, I don't want to die."
He pulled me off the bed by my hair wearing nothing but white pumps and forced
me to my knees in front of him.
"I told you that if you did as your told you may just get out of this alive." he
blurted at me.
He left me kneeling, hands tied behind my back while he undressed and activated
the mechanism on his camera. When he returned, he stood in front of me, his half
inflated penis but inches from my mouth, a mouth I suspected would soon be
sucking cock. He spoke, his voice low but menacing.
"Tell me what your going to do for me."
A spasm rocketed through my shoulders, my breasts gyrating out of control but I
never hesitated with my answer.
"I'm going to suck your prick."
"Bingo." he chimed out and moved his tool even closer to my mouth, but that's
all the help he offered, I rose up slightly, still on my knees and took his
manhood into my mouth, without the aid of my hands I took a couple of inches at
once so as not to allow it to spring from the confines of my mouth. I could hear
the camera clicking periodically as I moved my lips up and down it's length,
careful not to lose control of it. I could feel it bloating and squirming inside
my mouth in response to the steady massaging and friction coming from my lips
and tongue. John's groin began to quiver with tiny, quick tremors and his
breathing became jerky and uneven, then he withdrew his loaded penis with a loud
gasp and liberally sprayed my surprised face with his seed, the steady spurts
coming one after another in rapid succession into my eyes, into nostrils and on
my chin.
John guided me onto the floor, on my stomach, then pilled my ankles to either
side of a bed leg and tied them together, he left me anchored there on the
floor, my face coated with his cum while he showered and cleaned up.
While I lay there, I tried to sort out the confusion in my brain, the mixed
signals and tricks my mind and body were playing on me. As ridiculous as it
sounded to me, I knew that I had actually felt a pleasurable emotion in the pit
of my stomach when I anticipated swallowing my kidnappers come, then he gave me
the full facial instead and that sent new and even more intense yearnings racing
through my cunt. I didn't want to really face it but it finally came through to
me, the question of my over powering lustful stirrings weren't based on whether
I wanted to swallow his cum or to have him spray my face with it, that was
inconsequential, the instinctive arousal purging through my body was based
entirely on my being unable to prevent it, John lackered my face with his sticky
goo because that's what he chose to do,without any regards for my feelings
whatsoever and totally without my consent. I thought about what an intense
sexual high it must have been for John to have a naked and bound centerfold
model at his mercy, to drench her face with his semen, then I wondered if he
would attain the apex of his sexual satisfaction when he fucks the centerfold
model or when he murders her. I moaned softly and ground my pussy into the shag
carpet, trying vainly to release my own pent up juices.
