Page 51 of Perverted Fantasies

Kristina nodded her head vigorously.

Grinning, I slapped her again. Then again. And a couple more times after that. I was squeezing tighter now, almost totally cutting of the air flow to her brain.

Her lips were quivering slightly and her eyes started to flutter. A few seconds later her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes and her lips began to take on a slightly blue tint.

But it wasn’t until her head lolled slightly to the right that I let go of her throat.

The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.

“That was incredible,” she said.

“You’re one nasty little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, shaking my head in wonderment.

“You’re damn right I am,” Kristina said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and threatening to poke a hole in my pants.

As good as it felt to have her touching my cock, I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “I’ll take care of myself in a little while. But for now I’m going to mess with you a little while longer.”

“If you insist,” she said.

Without saying anything further, I pulled off my belt and gripped it in my right hand. As Kristina smiled knowingly at me, I spun her around so she was facing the wall, then grabbed one of her arms and yanked it behind her back. I did the same to her other arm, crossing her wrists over one another.

Holding her arms together with my left hand, I wrapped my belt around her wrists until they were bound tight, then tied it off using the buckle, handcuffing her arms behind her back.

Now that Kristina’s arms were incapacitated, I reached down around and pulled her skirt down until the waist was around her thighs. Now that her ass was freed up, I stopped pulling the skirt down, trapping her legs too, basically leaving her helpless.

“This is a nice little twist,” Kristina said. “I didn’t know you had this level of imagination.”

“There’s quite a bit about me that you don’t know,” I said.

“Apparently there is,” she replied.

I loved how she kept up the banter, even with all that was going on. It made things more comfortable and therefore more fun. It was just one of the many reasons why I called her when I was in the mood for this sort of thing.

Once our little conversation was over, I pressed my hips up against her, my cock—which was still trapped in my pants—pushing against her amazingly tight ass.

I ran my hand around her hips and rubbed my fingers against her pussy for a few seconds before slipping them inside her snatch. She was soaking wet down there and they slid in without a hint of resistance.

“You really like getting smacked around like that, don’t you?” I said. “You’re wet as hell.”

“I told you before I fucking love it,” Kristina said.

“You certainly do,” I said, hammering my fingers up into her with as much force as I could muster to help slam the point home.

Kristina let out a little yelp.

“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I?” I asked.

“A little bit,” she admitted.

“Apparently I’m not quite as predictable as you’d thought.”

“Apparently not.”

My cock was harder than ever, but unfortunately still in my pants. I was tempted to yank it out but I know I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from sticking it in her. And once that happened I’d be that much closer to cumming, which I was trying to hold out on for as long as possible.

To help take my mind off my cock, I slid a third finger inside Kristina’s pussy. She tried to bite down on her gasp of pleasure but wasn’t quick enough. It was good to know that she was still enjoying herself.

Moving my hand quickly in and out of Kristina’s pussy, I finger-fucked her with more than a hint of aggression while she moaned and squirmed beneath me.

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