Prologue

Amy’s eyes began to water behind the blindfold as the salt from her sweat burned them and bright lights shone on her, making everything hot. She was intensely aroused and gasping as the low hum began again. “No Mike — no more — please, not again.”

Mike clicked the controller in his hand, making her groan. She wiggled her ass on the black leather device below her splayed thighs knowing her body was being willingly used once more. She was weakening and yet when Mike tugged on the rope in his hand, she let the leather cuffs on her wrists pull her body upward, her breasts thrusting toward him. She was naked, exposed and wet with excitement.

“Fuck it Amy. Fuck it like it was my cock.” Mike sounded wicked, a menacing presence in the shadows.

There was a constant clicking — a sound that jolted Amy back from the brink of her exhaustion. She rocked back and forth, riding the piece of leather-covered equipment with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension. Each time Mike pulled on the rope she rose, letting the long pink dildo slide out of her dripping cunt. Firmly fixed to the stool, it hummed as it awaited her descent.

Amy trembled as she felt Mike fondle her breast. Her nipples were hard and super sensitive to his touch.

“Damn — you are so fucking hot. I love controlling you.” He flicked her nipple with his thumb causing Amy to quiver, then leaned close to let his tongue roll over the tight tip.

Amy moaned and tried to push her breast against his mouth.

“Uh uh. Remember who’s in charge here. Don’t make me punish you.” The controller in his hand changed its sound from a low hum to a thrumming pulse.

Amy’s mouth dropped open and she threw her head back. The dildo began to churn inside her cunt but she couldn’t lower her body fully onto it because her arms were still pulled upward. The opening of her pussy was being stretched and massaged.

Her mind raced for a grip on reality — she’d agreed to this. She had agreed to let Mike own her — control her — to let him rule her sexually. To surrender to him completely.

A loud click distracted her from her daze just as Mike released the rope. Her weakened legs let her torso fall onto the dildo, embedding it deep into her pussy and Amy knew it wouldn’t be long now as the steady pulse rubbed along her inner walls. Her arms ached, her legs were sore and her entire body shuddered, spent and wet with perspiration.

But still Mike wasn’t done.

“Ammyyyy, are you still with me? I have something for you.” Mike’s voice echoed in her fogged mind. She felt him close — felt him touch her cheek as he stood before her.

The slow, rhythmic grind of the dildo continued to cause Amy such deep pleasure that it was almost impossible to focus on what he was saying. Her mind drifted this way and that, at sea on great rolling waves of ecstasy that robbed her of conscious thought.

“I want you to do something for me Amy. Are you listening?”

“Yes, Mike.” She heard him through a fog — a mist of desire that held her trapped and barely functioning. He lifted her head making her sit upright.

There was a familiar metallic rasp — so familiar that both her pussy and her mouth responded. The juices from her cunt flowed along her inner thighs as she waited patiently now, licking her lips, knowing what was coming next.

Sure enough, Amy felt the smooth head of Mike’s cock as it brushed against her mouth. She opened it slightly, letting the heat from inside escape. He teased her, rubbing her cheeks with the swollen head of his cock. “You know what I want Amy. You know.”

He moved forward, the heat from his body dusting her face with fire. She wondered if he was looking down at her, then she heard him grab his thickened cock, the slight sound of flesh on flesh unmistakable.

She waited, knowing he would move, knowing he would press himself against her lips.

He did.

Willingly, Amy parted them and he slid into her welcoming wet mouth. Mike let out the sigh that always told her he was entering heaven. She traced the vein along the base of his cock with her tongue, loving the way he moved his hips slowly back and forth, fucking her mouth. She couldn’t hold back the soft moans that she could feel vibrating through their joined bodies and along his spine.

Like distant fireworks, the odd clicking noise continued, but Amy barely heard it as a rush of pleasure billowed up inside her. Finding her rhythm, she sucked on Mike’s cock and fucked the dildo buried inside her cunt — each a counterpoint to the other.

He stroked his large cock into her mouth as Amy stroked the large rubber cock below her. She wanted to make Mike come and she desperately wanted to come with him — to give him the gift of sharing their orgasms. She sucked and licked his cock, savoring it, loving the fact that he moaned as she slurped loudly around the engorged head.

Her arms burned from the strain of being stretched unnaturally above her but she didn’t care — it had begun. She was climaxing and nothing mattered now but the bliss of her own ecstasy.

She barely felt Mike grab the back of her head and force his cock deeper into her mouth, hard, throbbing and ready to explode. Pulling back, she dragged her teeth along the swollen vein on his cock. Plunging back into her mouth, Mike groaned, grabbed a fistful of Amy’s hair in his hand — and erupted.

Her entire body shuddered and shook as she peaked and moaned sounds that had no meaning. Streams of juices flowed from her cunt, soaking her thighs and the stool as tears of pleasure fell over her face, splashing their way down to join the moisture wetting her legs.

Afloat on a gale of sensation, all she could hear were the little clicking fireworks. She never noticed the flash of bright light accompanying them.