Slowly and slowly i took his complete dick into my mouth and was sucking it hungrily. I held his balls with my hand. My god! They felt so big and heav... and i started squuezing them lightly. He was geting into mood and slowly started thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, i.e. he now started mouth-fucking me! I loved it and so did he! He was moaning like, “oh…yeah….take it….yeah… suck it dear….fuck you….aaahhhh….yeahhhhhh…. suck it like the slut you are…. yeaaahhhhh…… suck it. I am loud, sometimes screaming fuuuuuck at the top of my lungs, usually mewling, moaning as his cock spreads my thick juicy lips, groaning as he thrust his hips, driving his long shaft deep into my trembling cunt, sometimes squealing when his cock head hits my cervix wall. Also he growls at me a lot, telling my pussy what he likes. I am not good at practicing self-control, Hence the restraining system. He really likes to fuck me to an oblivious cumming mess and all I can do is mutter sex words. Did they bring the scissors? Are they planning on stripping me right here? All these thoughts ran through my mind as I pretended to be their “pup”.My thoughts wandered from my present predicament as I began thinking back to all the times I'd put myself into positions where my ego was at stake. I've been tied and bound in just about all commonly known positions, and beaten down, both emotionally and physically. The dollar amount in clothing I've lost is probably in the thousands. If they. As far back as he could remember, his mother and eventually his little sister, had always been harsh on him... If his team won a game, his mother would laugh and tell him it was because he didn't play that much. If he passed a test, his sister would say "if only you weren't a fucking idiot, you would have gotten an A". This had happened every year for 24 years. The day had started like any other day. Jon had gotten up early and made breakfast for his sister, his mother had gone on one of her.