She sensed his breath quicken in his throat and a slight tremble in his chest as she lay beside him. Her head rested on her hand, with her elbow embedded in the pillow next to his shoulder. She ran her other hand flatly over his chest, then lifted her hand to run one finger lazily along his lower lip, dragging and tugging slightly at the dry skin with her nail.

“Mmmm, you’re very sensitive, aren’t you?” she murmured. “Very ahhroused.”

He swallowed gently, feeling the dryness in his mouth as he tried to breathe quietly. In the darkness he listened to her voice, senses alert to her touch and the taste of her scent in his nostrils; he felt the warmth of her body next to his, her toes teasing his instep.

“So, where were we, I mean, where was I?” she continued.

“Ah yes, I remember, kneeling, sucking a large stiff cock. I just had the head in my mouth, pursing my lips round the ridge, swirling my tongue all over the head. It was pulsing, strongly. Do you like that? Ohhh look, you’re leaking. That’s what happened in my mouth; I could feel his pre-come on my tongue.”

She stroked one fingertip along the underside of his erection. Over the tip as it glistened, then lifted her finger away as his cock pulsed to her touch.

“My, you are sensitive.” She teased him, easing a finger and thumb up and down the sides of his erection. “Oh look, it’s very stiff, but slippery on the end. Look, it’s oozing, but you can’t see it can you? Can you feel it getting very slippery, can you feel that?”

He groaned in response.

“It looks so horny; just imagine what it looks like,” she mouthed into his ear.

He breathed hoarsely again with a catch at the back of his throat, too dry to swallow. Seeing a smear of pre-come on her finger, she introduced the tip of her finger to the tip of his tongue as he opened his mouth to breathe, and smoothly spread a thin wet line along his lips.

“Can you taste your own arousal?” she asked him, seductively.

Easing a hand inside her thong, she pressed a finger between the cleft of her pussy lips, to stroke her own wetness. Sliding two fingers over her clit and inserting the fingertips, she then raised them smoothly out and up into his mouth.

"Or mine perhaps?” as she slid her fingers back out over his pursed lips.

She moaned as she continued.

“Just the thought of it now is making me very wet. Reminding me how I had to stroke myself while sucking it. Pressing two fingers deep into my cunt, with my thumb rubbing my clit. His cock was solid and pulsing in my mouth as I sucked on it, bobbing my head on and off the tip.”

His eyes were open, but his vision was blocked by the mask he was wearing. Blackness surrounded him, enclosing him with his thoughts and intensifying his senses. He felt the hairs on his body react to the air moving around him. Her touch electrified his skin; her voice in the darkness made his stomach muscles tighten from the images she created.

“Shall I continue? Do you want to know what happened? What he did, I did, what he made me do?"

She paused, long enough for him to settle, wondering what was next.

“Oh god,” she moaned again. “If you could see this, sliding into me now, my pants are so wet, here.”

He felt her movement beside him, then smelt the damp gusset as it landed on his face and heard the slippery sound of penetration on the bed next to him.

“Fuck, my clit is huge and sensitive,” she sighed deeply.

Sensing the movement, his ears prickled as he tried desperately to focus on what he couldn’t see. Then the fabric was lifted from his face and he felt its silky sensation on his cock, and her voice broke the silence again.

“You should have seen it; you would have been shocked. He suddenly held my hair and started to fuck my mouth.”

Her lips brushed his ear, feeding the words directly into his brain, as her hand brushed her thong over his erection.

“Hard and throbbing, pushing into my mouth, to my throat, filling me with his cock. Tugging on my hair, controlling me; I felt so horny, dirty and slutty, as he thrust and pulled. My clit was tingling, bursting, as I stroked myself. I was so wet and slippery. I had two fingers fucking myself, then three, and my body tensed as I knew I would make myself come soon.”

She began murmuring, slowly and deliberately, intimately juggling his mental images with her words. She let her tongue tip stray against his ear as she spoke; his reaction revealed the tautness of his arousal.

“Oh wow,” she breathed, “fuck, that is so horny, seeing you, so…” she trailed off.

He felt her arm moving, separate from him, as she groaned.

“What?” he asked.

Then slippery, wet sounds and motion on the bed answered his question.

“Can you hear that? I’m so wet, just thinking of it, remembering being so exposed. So vulnerable, so turned on, being controlled, so ruuude, oh fuck. I could taste his leakage, feel his urgency and his need for me, hearing his voice telling me to suck it, ordering me. His big hands in my hair, pulling my head on and off his cock.”

Her words tailed off into mumbled, incomplete sentences, he felt her arm move as she stroked herself.

“I was so ready for him to come; I just wanted to feel his spunk fill my mouth, like a dirty bitch. I caught myself thinking how much I wanted it. I was so horny, I knew I would just explode if he came in my mouth. I could feel my cunt start to flex on my fingers. But then he pulled my face off his cock and told me to bend over as he pushed and pulled me forward onto the bed, on my knees and I was desperate to get the feelings back.”

He lay still, listening, but excluded as she re-entered the scene she was describing. Aroused but alone, staring into the mask and re-creating the images in his mind. As he moved he became conscious of his hands, restrained under his buttocks, thrusting his hips upwards, more erotically exposing his erection into the air as she stroked him. More exposed, more erotically vulnerable. More helpless.

Breathlessly, she picked up the narrative again.

“It was so rude. I felt him behind me; he held my hips and I was ready for him, wanted him, needed him to fuck me deeply, quickly, to fill me. But he just put the tip of his cock against my pussy, told me to stroke myself. I reached down and could feel the end of his cock twitching with my finger. I tried to move back onto him, to push him into me. I needed it. I can’t describe it, I’ve just never felt, so, eager and horny.”

He felt increasingly stretched and alert, his attention split between her description and her hand, both silkily stroking him.

“Should I stop?” She paused.

“What?” he asked.

“I want to tell you, but do you really want to know?” she asked, silently releasing him.

“What?” he asked again, unsure, but his cock, twitching in the still air, untouched, betrayed his arousal and his answer.

Without touching him, she continued.

“He told me to ask him, to beg, and I knew I had to. I needed him in me, his cock to fuck me, it was a fire in my belly and on my skin. As he pulled his cock away from my pussy, I heard my own voice whimper, ‘Please, please,’ and I pushed back to him, but he teased me. I felt him lean forward and breathe in my ear as his cock pulled away.”

And she leaned over and spoke quietly, clearly and directly to him.

“He said, ‘Tell me, tell me what you want, what you need; tell me who you are and why you need it.’ I knew he had me. I was his slut, I needed his huge hard cock. Needed to come on him, for him, with him.”

As she shared her excitement, she returned her hand to stroke his cock gently, feeling him jerk and groan as she spoke softly and firmly.

“He was huge and throbbing and I begged him to fuck me, his dirty bitch, hard and deep, to make me feel him in me. And he put one big hand in my hair and jerked my head back as he pushed into me, and I could feel my cunt stretch round him and suck him in and grip him.”

She felt him twitch in her fingers, and releasing him, she felt her inner muscles twitch and loosen and tighten deliciously, as she continued to lightly finger her clit and pussy lips.

“Then he pumped in and out, pulling me strongly on and off his cock as he fucked me. I knew I was going to come hugely as he started to buck behind me. I could feel his hard cock filling me, flexing, pumping. I felt him empty himself, spraying his come inside me; holding my hips and thrusting hard against me, then reaching round and fingering my cunt round his cock. Then he pulled my head back and I felt myself shaking deep inside, my cunt dripping and gripping wetly round his cock as he told me, commanded me, to come."

Shakily, he asked, “And did you come for him?” Wanting and not wanting the answer, equally.

"Oh fuck, yesss,” she hissed. “I heard my own moans loudly in the background. As my cunt squeezed round his pumping cock and he pushed his fingers into my mouth and said, ‘Taste us bitch,’ I just exploded."

He stiffened at her increasingly breathless voice. Then without warning, she saw him twitch and the first large gush as he began to pump and spurt strongly but helplessly into the air.

Stroking his cock as he continued to jerk, she fingered herself deeply, convulsing as her pussy clenched round her fingers.

“Oh fuck, so I’m his bitch. His dirty slut.”

Then, shaking intensely from her orgasm, she pushed her spunk covered fingers into his open mouth.

"And you’re mine.”