Confessions Of A Centerfold
by Leones
Part 3
Still naked except for the white pumps, John tied me spreadeagled to the bed, on
my back, limbs spread wide, a ballgag in my mouth and a leather blindfold across
my eyes. I felt helpless and vulnerable and wondered if this would be my last
day on earth. John straddled my stomach and fondled my store bought breasts
while speaking to me in a soft monotone whisper.
"How many guys do you think would give an arm or a leg to trade places with me
right now?" Which one were you Gia, Ms. April?"
Of course I couldn't answer any of his questions with my mouth full of rubber
ball. He began to wrap something very tight around the base of my tits, my god
it felt like wire, when he was through with them they felt like they were
bloated and ready to burst, I wondered if he had damaged my implants. John got
off of my stomach and shortly thereafter the camera began clicking, obviously he
was delighted with his handiwork on my hooters.
There was total silence for awhile, I could imagine that he was regarding the
beautiful vision that I presented to him. Then it dawned on me once again that I
am just not getting it, I'm not presenting a vision to him, it's John's
creation, not mine, he tricked me, captured me and has done what he will with
me, I'm spread and helpless because that is the way he want's me. Suddenly my
hormones were rampaging again, my own thoughts and vivid images of how I must
look, bound, gagged, and naked had started my juices flowing out of control, my
cunt suddenly felt insatiable, willing to accept any and all objects of any
size. Then I calmed down some, I knew that I was going to be fucked, had known
it since John had tied my wrists together the first time, I couldn't believe it,
I was looking forward to being raped, no, I needed to be raped. John lifted my
ass and placed two pillows beneath me. I knew that my pussy was now raised into
position and made available for John's use. Yeah, I got it this time, my cunt
has been made available to John because that's the way he wants it. In my
darkness I could only lay there and wait, I had no control over any of it, it
was up to John to decide when and how I would be fucked, he can take me with
long sweeping thrusts, short quick strokes, or he can just play with me like a
toy, I can't tell him what feels good to me or what I enjoy because my
gratification means absolutely nothing to him.
I was nearly frenzied with lust when John positioned himself between my splayed
thighs. He spoke to me in that same monotone whisper but it rang with a certain
smugness now, he had let me stew in my own juices, so to speak.
"Do you want to feel my meat in your sweet pussy, baby?"
I couldn't believe it but I mumbled into my gag trying to tell him that I did,
but he kept toying with me, talking to me.
"I can't understand you honey, if you want to feel it, your going to have to
invite me in with your hairy pussy."
He was playing me like a fine guitar, my pent up lust was boiling and screaming
so badly for release that there was no way I could control myself. How pathetic
it was, no, not degrading, degradation meant nothing to me at this moment, it
was just pathetic, the beautiful centerfold model craving uncontrollably for her
kidnapper to fuck her, I don't know if I would have even called it rape at that
precise moment, I did thrust my hairy cunt forward the best I could, sending a
loud and clear invitation for John to have me, to take me anyway he wants but
just put it in me. I moaned a sigh of relief when he finally put it to me, I
could feel it's stiffness as it pushed it's way through the spongy entrance to
my once private and personal feminine region, as was John's style he established
clear ownership of my love nook, forcing it to accommodate the full length of
his manhood on his first plunge, he held fast for several seconds, sending me
the message, then he did a number on me, John proved a real cocksman to be
sure, he made a fool of me, his prick never losing contact with my swollen clit,
he had me struggling and pulling against my bonds like a madwoman, throwing my
head in wild abandon, spraying the room with my spittle like a fine mist. He
timed it perfect, when we came, we came as one, an orgasmic team exploding
simultaneously, our juices running wild and flooding my cavern with a mixture of
both our seed.
Without saying a word John went for his usual shower, leaving me as I was, tied,
mute and blind, my nostrils making shrill whistling noises trying desperately to
pass oxygen through their narrow passage ways and into my lungs. I could feel
the residue from my over flooded cunt dribbling profusely down the insides of my
thighs. When John returned he gave me a humiliating douche job, using a wash
rag, soap and water and a long thin brush, it wasn't pleasant, he inserted the
full length of the brush into my sensitive sheath and the bastard gave me a real
scrubbing, then used the opportunity to taunt me.
"Not quite as enjoyable as my prick, now is it?"
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