Page 259 of S is for SEX

She opened her eyes and mouth at the same time. “Yes, Sir.”

Her hands cuffed behind her back and helpless, Meghan leaned forward with an open mouth. Ryan stood before her, naked from the waist down, stroking his cock slowly. As the anticipation mounted, she watched him stroke himself to a full erection. As he leaned toward the edge of the trunk, she moved closer, hoping to feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. His hands reached for her breasts, pushed up by the bra beneath them, and began to squeeze.

As he squeezed her breasts in his strong hands, the tip of his cock was within a fraction of an inch of her lips. He leaned back and began to moan. As his moans became louder and more pronounced she licked her lips and leaned toward his cock, taking the thick shaft into her wet mouth.

“That’s a good little bitch. Now suck that cock like you’ll be killed if you don’t,” Ryan demanded.

She pressed her tongue against the bottom of the shaft. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, and slid her mouth up and down the shaft of his swollen cock, feeling the tip against her throat as she tried to force more and more of it into her mouth. Ultimately, she wanted him to be pleased with her performance, and tell her so.

If he chose not to speak, so be it.

As she sucked his cock, he moaned repeatedly as he arched his back, forcing even more of himself into her mouth. Circling the head with her tongue, he growled lightly under his breath as he squeezed her breasts harder. She wanted him to cum - cum in her mouth, all over her tits, or even on her face, she thought. If he would cover her in his cum, there was no doubt he would certainly be pleased with her performance.

She began to moan as she sucked faster and faster, trying desperately to please him. She began to groan as she sucked, the sounds of their moans echoing through the garage. As he moaned, he pulled his hands from her breasts and pulled his hard cock from her mouth. As she looked up into his eyes in disbelief, he forced his cock between her breasts and squeezed them together.

“Meghan, I’m going to fuck your big titties, don’t you dare move,” Ryan demanded.

As Meghan arched her back, Ryan thrust against her chest, his cock sliding between her fleshy boobs, the tip escaping through the uppermost portion of Meghan’s breasts as he forced himself between them.

She watched as his cock slid between her breasts.

As Ryan fucked her chest without reservation, he began to feel his cock swell, and his breathing become labored. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled his cock from between her breasts. As he stepped away from the rear of the car, he moved his hands to her armpits and lifted her from the car.

“Ryan, what are you doing?” Meghan asked as he pulled her from the car and held her suspended above the garage floor.

He turned her body to face away from him. “Straighten your legs.”

As she straightened her legs, he lowered her to the floor, until her feet touched the concrete. Once her feet were on the solid floor he released his grasp from her armpits, and lifted up on her hands, which were still handcuffed behind her back. As he lifted, to relieve the pain, she bent at her waist.

As her waist bent, he pressed her head into the trunk of the car, and lifted on her cuffed arms.

“Get your head in the trunk, you cute little bitch,” Ryan growled.

As Meghan allowed Ryan to pull up on her hands, and force her into the trunk, she felt his hands on the waist of her pants. His hand fumbled for the clasp in the front. As soon as he found the zipper, she felt her pants fall to the floor, and her panties being pulled down past her thighs.

“You’re not going to…” Meghan began.

Ryan pressed his hand into the middle of her back, forcing her into the trunk. “Not one word, Meghan, keep your mouth shut. You’re mine.”

Meghan felt the tip of his rigid cock begin to penetrate her. As she felt the shaft enter her wet pussy, she began to moan. As he forced his length into her, she immediately began to reach orgasm.

“Oh God, I’m,” she moaned.

Ryan’s hand slid past her chin and covered her mouth firmly.

“Not a word or I’ll tape your mouth again,” he growled.

He forced himself in and out of her now dripping wet pussy. As she screamed, her voiced echoed through the trunk of the car and into the garage.

Elena shook Meghan’s shoulders. “What the fuck, Meghan? Were you having a bad dream? You were screaming.”

Confused and feeling sexually aroused, Meghan woke up and looked around the room. She wiped her lip, and realized she had been slobbering as she was dreaming. Embarrassed, she stood and looked at Elena. She gazed at her hand and wiped her mouth again with her forearm.

“I’m exhausted. I was dreaming. Sorry, what did I say?” Meghan asked.

“You didn’t say anything, you just started screaming. Shellie fell asleep a little bit ago. You were out for quite a while.” Elena paused and studied Meghan’s face. “You look like shit.”

Meghan looked down at her sweats and straightened the waistband. As she tugged the wrinkles from her tank top, she looked back up at Elena with a feeling of guilt settling in her mind.

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