Screaming Darkness

Screaming Darkness
By: Nikita (menopawz2004@yahoo.com)

Screaming Darkness by Nikita © 2006

The fan moved slowly, circulating the warm air over the two lovers in the war torn bed. The air was heavy with sex, candles, and cigarette smoke.

While the soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, the white sound of the ocean lulled the spent ones to sleep in between bonfires of passion.

Kymber moved first. Dreamily, her cuffed hands stroked her puffy pink pussy lips. The brief attention stiffened her protruded bud. She rose to look at him from her place at the foot of the bed, willing him to awaken. He did not move. Her full bladder was desperate for relief. Afraid to wet the floor, she whined through the gag.

"She wakes," he said in an exasperated way, as he lifted his head toward the foot of the bed.

His sinewy body was well defined, even in repose. Muscle and bone should have been his first and last name. Michael was still her alpha male and she was his porcelain doll. No matter how mismatched they were, they fit each other like yin and yang.

Kymber batted her eyes at him and he returned a glare.

"What?" he asked with a glint in his eye.

She twitched her fettered legs and squirmed her bottom until she managed to pull herself up on her knees. With cuffed hands before her in a prayerful pose, she bowed her head in supplication. He couldn't resist chucking her chin.

"All right. As if I didn't know."

He pulled out the chamber pot from under the bed and put it near her. Thanks to days of practice, she managed to poise herself directly over the pot and relieved herself under Michael's shameless gaze. She closed her eyes with relief.

"Look at me while you pee." he reminded her. He relished her shame at this private moment and lifted her up by her mons once she finished.

"Don't look away. This is mine. I can touch it, kiss it, spank it, share it, wipe it, and fuck it," he said, pushing the chamber pot back under the bed with his foot.

Her eyes were excited. She was staring at his hard member with undisguised mischief. Michael smiled and removed the gag.

"Ah, you want something. This? You want this, don't you."

He rubbed his cock over her face and jerked it until the tip rested on her lips.

"What do you say, slut."

Kymber recited the well rehearsed response, "Please sir, may I kiss your cock, sir?"

Michael stalled. It was a tasking to resist shoving his cock in her mouth and ride her throat until he reached the screaming darkness. But, he liked to withhold his cum. It added a little more intensity to the ride.

There was a knock on the door.

"Room Service."

Just in time, Michael thought. He opened the door leaving Kymber on her knees bound and fettered. As the tuxedoed Suit rolled in the cart, Kymber blanched. Share! That's what he meant.

"Would you like a choice for your tip?" Michael asked holding out some euros.

Suit looked at Michael then at Kymber and grinned.

"Kymber, tip the man." said Michael sporting a smirk.

As the Suit stood in front of her, she pulled his zipper down with her teeth and checked on Michael out of the corner of her eye. He parked himself in a nearby chair and lit a cigarette while he watched dispassionately.

The Suit's cock bobbed before her eyes, pre cum on the tip. He admired how she wore her leather cuffs.

"May I use my hands sir?" she asked the Suit.

"Em..sure."

Kymber gently grasped his bobbing cockhead and speared his piss hole with her tongue. As if it had a life of its own, her tongue swirled around the head, up and down the shaft, and stopped to lick under the ridge of the tip. The Suit's hips strained toward her mouth as he held onto her ears and bowed his head to watch. She slid his dick deep in her throat and held it there until she started to gag. Her restrained fingers fondled his balls while she sucked. Suit did not have the staying power that Michael did.

Michael also noted how quickly the Suit was going to come and decided to add a little distraction to the scene. He whipped off his pants and stepped behind the kneeling Kymber. He signaled to the Suit and they both knelt down. She was going to be spit roasted like a suckling pig. Kymber was Michael's little pig. Her pussy started to drip wetness down her leg. He fondled her painted toes and tickled her soft, pink feet.

She brazenly rubbed her butt up to his groin and rotated it in circles. Michael spanked her offered bum, hard, repeatedly, until her skin was red with heat, then he smacked her wet pussy. He knew she could take more, but he wanted to see her skewered. As his cock cleaved her pussy, it churned around inside a bit to get wet. Her moans caused the Suit to piston faster in and out of her mouth.

He spit on her crack and worked two fingers in her ass. Once he loosened the ring a little, he inserted his cock at the entrance and held it there until she squeezed instinctively and felt pain. The Suit was beside himself as he watched the scene unfold. His pounding was incessant and left Kymber gasping for air. Michael took this opportunity to drive his cock home, to the hilt, with a resounding smack to the bum. Immediately, she was the ride.

"You're my slut. I fuck you, he fucks you, and you can't cum until I say so." he panted.

Kymber was operating on adrenaline. She had trouble holding back from cumming with the intense action on both ends. Come hell or high water, she had to cum.

She tried to talk around the dick, "May I cum please?"

Michael relished the sight of his pussy girl being fucked in her mouth and ass at the same time.

He was close, so close, he whispered "Cum bitch!" and entered the screaming tunnel of darkness...and took Kymber with him.