THE PIPE

She lay there in the dark, the metal restraints fastened securely around the metal pipe as her body trembled in the cold, damp air.  Time had lost meaning, she wasn't sure if she'd been there for hours or days.  Each sound brought a rush of color to her cheeks and then the disappointment when he didn't come through the door.  Was this the path she wanted?  Was it going to make her happy?

The light flooded into the room for a moment and she strained her eyes to see the outline of the figure before the door closed behind it again.  She allowed her eyes to adjust slowly and listened to him move around her, inspecting her in the dim light.

His hand pulled her up to her knees, the metal cuffs dinked against the sturdy pipe as she rested her had down on her forearms.  Those rough hands caressed her legs and thighs, then up to her back.  He took his time exploring her body and she felt the embarrassment give way to a growing need.  Goosebumps formed across her body as he traced his hands across her flesh.  Her outfit had been meant to entice the men at the club, so it hid little in this bent over position. 

She let out a loud screech of surprise when his hand slapped across the round cheek of her ass.  It was followed by several others, turning the pale white flesh pink and warm.  She bit her lip to stifle the moans that would have escaped but she knew he could see the dampness of her panties and her face flushed as red as her sore ass cheek.

"I can't believe how lucky I was.  You know I almost left that club a few minutes before you arrived?"  His voice was strong and deep.  As he spoke his fingers ran down her legs, pushing them apart so her musky pussy could feel the air cooling across her dampened panties.  "One more drink is all it took to change both of our worlds."

She trembled, her back arching as his fingertips traced the length of her slit through the lace thong.  It wouldn't hide anything from his gaze.  He leaned in and bit the cheek of her ass and this time she didn't contain her moan.

"My my."  His fingers worked her lips apart through the fabric, finding her clit and grinding in it in short, teasing strokes.  "Someone seems happy we met as well."

"Yes Sir."  Her cheeks flushed again but she knew she found something that she had been looking for.  Something those normal club boys just couldn't even come close to.

He toyed with her for a bit longer.  Pushing the panties to the side and running his fingers through the nectar he found coating her sweet sex.  He took a small lick off one finger then offered the other to her.  "I was right, you are delicious."  She sucked in those fingers eagerly.  The taste of her arousal was a familiar treat.  It was one of those tastes she enjoyed with lovers or on her own.  Her tongue swirled over his digits and he stood. 

Taking his hand away as she finished the last of his sample, leaving her licking her lips and looking up at him.  She twisted and sat down on the hard brick floor.  Her eyes widening as he unzipped his zipper and freed himself for her inspection.   He took her hair and pulled her until her arms pulled hard against the cuffs.   Pushing almost half of himself into her mouth as they locked eyes.  The gagging sensation overtook her, but she didn't pull away.  Not that she could have with his hand firmly on the back of her head. 

The tears fell down her face as he began to use her there.  He would think the were tears from being choked by his aching member being forced deeper, but she knew those tears were happy tears at finding her place at last.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Deviant Pipe

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