You in a darkened room, alone, tied up.
Hands together, ankles together.
You are kneeling.
You are waiting.
The door opens.
Light from the room beyond blinds you; seems you have been there quite a while.
You squint, shield your eyes, see a silhouette, that’s all.
The door closes, dark again.
Three long strides and you are shoved backwards from your kneel.
Your tied hands are pulled up over your head, you shuffle as you are dragged backwards.
You try to follow the tugging at your arms, unsure what you are supposed to do.
The hands pull you back towards the floor, you shift quickly to lie on your back.
A kick to your side causes you to exhale sharply, shock more than hurt.
A weight on your chest, warm, someone sitting on you.
You smell pussy.
A hand grips your hair tightly, pulls your head up off the floor.
Someone moans, maybe it’s you.
Thighs on either side of your head.
Your mouth already open, tongue out.
A cunt lowers onto your mouth, slides against your lips.
You lap, bury your tongue in the folds, a musky rich scent fills your nostrils.
You play softly and gently at licking, your lips nuzzle against the wetness.
Your hair is pulled hard to move your head where it needs to go.
You lick whatever is in front of your mouth.
You find her clit, you suck it into your mouth.
You hear a gasp.
Your head is smacked back into the floor, you grunt.
A casual blow to your cheek.
Your head rocks to the side.
You whisper a silent apology.
Another blow regardless.
Lick your lips, stick your tongue out again.
Her cunt lowers onto your face.
The taste again makes you moan into her.
She moves against you.
You try and pick up her rhythm.
Her weight gets heavier against your face, you take little breaths when you can.
You make your tongue flat, feeling the smoothness of her labia slick against you.
She slides against your tongue, splitting her cunt with it, pausing as you hit her clit.
You stick your tongue out further, offering, to see if she wants to fuck it.
You try desperately to fuck her with it, to stick your tongue into her.
Your face covered in wetness, you gasp for air when she gives you space.
She lifts a little, you feel her clit against your lips, try to get the right angle to lap at it.
You flick your tongue against it.
You hear her make a sound far above you, you lick right there.
Your tongue now knows where to flick and tries to find that spot over and again.
She pulls you into her, smothering your face with her cunt.
She bucks against you, the grip in your hair keeping your mouth hard up against her.
She fucks your face relentlessly, like it’s a thing she got to fuck.
Finally, the rocking gets faster, the pressure against your mouth almost unbearable.
You struggle to breathe.
The grip in your hair excruciatingly tight, hair pulled out by the roots.
You feel thigh muscles tensing against your head.
Keeping your tongue right there, on that spot.
She fucks your face thoughtlessly, short hard strokes.
You can’t breathe, your body starts to rebel against it.
She suddenly makes a lot of noise, pulls your face hard up into her cunt, squeezes her thighs around your head.
Your face smashes into her cunt, mouth open, trying to breathe.
She bucks against you, unconscious final spasms, slowing.
The grip in your hair loosens, you get a sliver of space.
You suck in air desperately, gasping loudly.
You hear her sigh.
She lets go of your hair, your head falls back to the floor with a thump.
She wipes the slick wetness of her cunt on your chest.
The weight lifts from your body.
You hear footsteps walking away from you.
The door opens, a flash of light, then gone as the door shuts again.
You are alone, in the dark.