0 comments/ 5076 views/ 3 favorites Taken... by the Darkness By: Marcxs It was a pleasantly cool October night. The sky was clear with both stars and moon shining down on Lynden in full brilliance as she walked her dog - Bear - for his nighttime constitutional before bedtime. She chuckled quietly to herself with the knowledge that despite the recent and recurring dreams of being 'taken' by a known intruder which had haunted her of late, and that indeed they had been just that - dreams; she still had made sure to lock the front door behind her as they began their short walk around the block. As they turned the corner off the Oceanfront Boulevard and cut through the condominium parking lot to the second row street, she pulled the front zipper up on her sweatshirt hoodie a little higher. Given the relative warmth of the night, Lynden had left the house wearing only the comfy hoodie over her cotton tee and lightweight flannel pajama bottoms. She had slipped on her tennis shoes, but hadn't bothered to tie them, since she was just slipping out for a short walk. As they reached the end of the parking lot and turned onto the second row street, she looked down to find Bear trotting along right beside her. A mix of part Husky - part Australian Shepherd - he had the makings of being an excellent watchdog, let alone a great family pet. Lynden took no small pride in her efforts to rescue him from the inevitable fate that comes from being a stray dog. He had taken nicely to being around her family and home, having bonded with her and the kids. She felt confident that he now knew where he belonged... and where he found his home. They wound their way along the darkened backstreet, which was illuminated only in intermediate spots by tall utility streetlamps atop regular power poles, in lieu of the usual more frequent dedicated streetlights. But still, she felt fairly safe as the street was lit for the most part, with dark shadows only to be found in certain places alongside the various rental homes spaced down the street. At this time of year, they were largely unoccupied, unless they had been rented on a short-term basis until the return of the vacation beach season. Lynden and Bear came upon the community dumpster located in the shadows beside a large overhanging tree at the right side of the street. She had passed it a thousand times before, but yet it had never failed to attract either of her dogs notice. Even now, Bear's ears perked up at the approach, alert to something...most likely the scent of disposed food trash etc. But he was being good... still alert as he continued to keep pace with her brisk stride as they left it behind them. It happened then... when a pair of hands grabbed Lynden from behind, one around her mouth and the other around the waist. Lynden felt the strength behind the grasp as she was jerked up onto her toes and held against a warm hard body, much taller and definitely more powerful than her. Although stunned for a second, she began struggling against her unknown assailant with all her strength. The only response was a low growl and a tightening of the hands around her, whereby Lynden was lifted right off her feet with legs flailing helplessly against what had to be a man's legs, as she was carried off the street and to her left in the nearby shadows beside an unoccupied rental home. Lynden felt the heat emanating from his body, the hardness and power, and her breath caught as it was suddenly all too real... the stark knowledge that this was no dream. Oh... Fuck! She was truly caught... and under his power. She could almost taste her fear as she dangled helplessly against him. Bear was no help, despite his growling, for this was much more than just chasing stray cats - a new experience for him as well. Her body jumped when his low whisper feathered across her ear, "Do you understand that you're under my power? That there's nothing you can do escape me? Nod your head that you agree... and understand your situation." Lynden shivered in his hard grasp at this glaring statement, but was forced to concede its truth. Oh Fuck... Fuck, Fuck! It's him! She nodded her head in quick acknowledgment. He went on... "Do what I say... Exactly what I say... And everything will be alright. But... If you fight me, it will go harder for you. Nod your head if you understand this too." Again, after a slight hesitation, she tucked her chin... buying time for the moment. Despite the small hope of escape that lingered in her consciousness, cold shivers ran down her spine as his hand at her waist tightened, pulling her hard against his warmth before allowing her to slide down and touch feet against the ground. Lynden was unnerved to feel his evident arousal press briefly into her ass as she stood against him. Her mind reeled at the thought that more than likely this was not going to be just a confrontation, but more possibly a sexual assault. Her mind began to race. But before she had time to think he pushed her against the side of the rental home, so that she was pressed against the cold wall of hardboard siding. The bodily pressure he put on her back forced her head to turn to the side. Lynden could see down the side of the home toward the street where the dark shadows were dispersed by the existing streetlight. Unfortunately, alongside the home there was thick underbrush and trees that conspired to hide them both where it was dark and quiet; no one was around nor was anyone coming down the street. Just Bear and her... and him. Bear was lying down on all fours, alert, but looking at her with a quizzical look. Poor Boy, he's as perplexed as I am with what to do. Lynden really couldn't see much more than that... but in a moment it didn't matter anymore, for after fumbling against her briefly, her captor produced a loosely tied scarf which he soon looped over her head and eyes, rendering her sense of sight mute from then on. But, it didn't end there, for after gathering each of her wrists above her head by his one large hand, and then after some additional searching in a jacket pocket, he came up with a large-sized bungee hair tie whereby he proceeded to tie her wrists together. He pressed up against Lynden such that she could feel the muscles of his hard chest pressed into her back. He used his much taller body and one arm to press her shoulders against the siding in such a way that the mere force pinned her arms about her head as well. Her head still forced to side... it could at least be braced and rest a bit against her arms. But still, trapped between him and the wall she had nowhere to move and no way to escape his grasp. He ran his free hand down her arm and shoulder, then along her side... coming to rest upon her hip before grasping and pulling her against his own pelvis, while nestling his own erection in the clothed cleft of her fanny. "I think that I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, since you've tried to 'lock me'... unsuccessfully I might add... out of your life," he said coldly. "Cross your legs at the ankles," he ordered as he used a foot to nudge Lynden's legs together. He tightened his grip on her hip and brought his other hand into play by gripping her neck, tilting it back slightly to whisper, "Don't fight it." His hand slipped towards the back of her neck, sliding into the ponytail of her moonlit colored hair and pulling her head back slightly. He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his. Her head held still between her raised arms she was unable to turn her face away, yet she held her lips tightly sealed, prohibiting his seeking tongue entrance. Undeterred, he slid his tongue along her lower lip, relishing in the softness and taste of her. "Lynden. When will your stubbornness and independence ever end? I'm beginning to think that you're very much the defiant and naughty girl! Better yet, perhaps you like being 'taken' without consent?" He said in a low voice with some noticeable amusement. But with that, he laced his fingers deeper into the ponytail next to her scalp, pulling both her hair and head harder this time causing her to gasp. His mouth came down hard on hers, lips taking possession of her mouth like a man bent on proving something. His mouth left hers then, to open over the turn of her jaw, the curve of her delicate throat, skimming lower still, until he found her exposed neck above the hoodie. Using his tongue-tip, he traced a line from just under her ear to the nearby shoulder curve, alternating gentle nips of her skin with his teeth. Lynden shuddered then, and a soft whimper escaped from her lips. With arms forced above her head, Lynden's hoodie and cotton tee underneath were pulled up to bare her midriff - the small of her back along with the flat curve of her tummy. She gasped as her feverish skin made contact with the cool of his hand as released from her hip. Goosebumps broke out in advance of the graze of his fingertips tracing an arc from the flair of hips and fanny to her side and back... moving side-to-side, but progressively higher. Ohhh... what things his hands do to me! Suddenly, she came to the shocking realization that she was wet. Although scared by him and the unknown, she didn't really believe that he would hurt her... but still, Lynden also felt herself getting turned on by the irony of a nonconsensual act along with his purposeful care of her. As he continued to glide his fingertips over her exposed body, she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, clenching her sex involuntarily in anticipation. At that moment, as if he could read her mind, he whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, tighten your pussy for me... I bet it tingles doesn't it?" Lynden was shocked to find this shared truth, but soon became lost in the caress of his hand as it progressed over the flair of her upper back and shoulder blades. She bit her lip at the recollection of times past, where his hands had 'loved' her entire body without exception. "I can't reach you... touch you, as I would want," he whispered. He grasped her around the waist again with his arm, pulling her lower body away from the sided wall. "Bend a little bit... arching your back" he instructed as Lynden complied with his command. "You can slide your arms and shoulders down the wall in order to both rest and brace yourself, but push your fanny out." She moved to comply with his new wish. "That's it. Such a good girl." He gave her a squeeze around the waist, capped off by pressing his arousal back into the cleft of her ass, moving his legs beside to control her own. With one hand braced against her shoulders to enforce contact with the house exterior, he removed his arm from around her waist to place a hand on the small of her lower back. From there, using his fingertips, he traced a line partway up her spine under both hoodie and tee. He then skimmed fingernails over her shoulder blades, before kneading his way back down one side of her spine to the other. Working fingertips inside-to-out over her back in an erotic massage designed to both arouse and relax her. Not content with this progress, his hand returned to Lynden's upper back in order to unclasp her bra and free her ample breasts, which produced another shudder from her in anticipation of what came next. Fingernails blazed a trail over her stomach, tracing teasing circles around her belly button, before skimming across her ribcage. Her breath shortened as his hand inched ever higher toward her jutting breasts. He well knew that they sat high and erect on her. And truth be told, a prominent characteristic that most women envied of her. But being a methodical soul, he sought to verify their quality for himself with great pleasure. He used the fingernail of his index finger to trace the crease between her breasts and ribcage, collecting a bit of her evident heat and perspiration along the way. Moving upward, he took his time in caressing the soft but firm lower curves of each breast. Before moving any higher, his fingertips found her cleavage moist and hot, which he paused to collect before finding each nipple in turn. Using the moisture, he traced circles around each areola and nipple, which produced another pronounced moan from her. Alternating between breasts, he pinched and rubbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger, seeking to illicit a blend of both pain and pleasure for her. Another gasp escaped from her lips, but more telling of her arousal, was the involuntary thrust of both her breast into his hand, as well as her delightful fanny against his erection. Sightless, Lynden's senses compensated seemingly... by feeling every millimeter of nuance to his touch, whether of softness or delicious friction, keen edge or pressure. Oh Phfffh... Fuck... Fuck. He's gonna drive me wild... maybe even crazy. This time, she tightened her pussy and clenched her thighs on her own accord to build her arousal and hunger for release. "You like my hands on you without your consent... don't you?" he offered in a lowered voice. "Tell me that you like being handled with purpose... being taken and touched against your will in this way?" But when he received no reply, he twisted the nipple still in his grasp... in retaliation. She jerked at his small punishment, offering a pitched whimper in answer. "Now, let's try that again... tell me the truth, do you like being taken in this way by me?" "Y...yyeess." She answered hesitantly. To which he squeezed her breast again. "Louder. Make up your mind. I can't hear you", he instructed. "Yes." She uttered with more conviction. "That'll do for now." As he released some pressure from his hold on her. "Lynden. Things going forward from now will go much easier for you... if you just admit the honest truth to my questions. Will you do that for me... for us... my beautiful?" "Yes", came her prompt reply. He shifted his hand from her shoulder to cup the unattended breast, seeing to that delicious mix of pain and pleasure he knew she secretly desired. In exchange, his other hand dropped to glide over the expanse and curve of her delightful fanny. After completing a slow but methodical canvas of her curves... he paused as if considering what next to do. Hmmm... I wonder? Then he slid it underneath the waistband of her flannel pajama pants, his fingers grazing lightly over the skin on her buttock and hip. Lynden struggled to catch her breath at the light but purposeful caress nearing her sex. His chest rumbled with a smooth chuckle when his hand slid even further around to her mound... discovering only smooth skin and a small tuft of hair. His resonant voice rasped out in her ear. "Hmmm. No panties... you're such a delightfully wicked and naughty girl, aren't you?" Her only reply was a moan laden with evident longing. He slowly pushed her bottoms away from her sex, and pressed his palm directly against her. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and her face felt hot with shame. "Lynden... oh how you stir me," he admitted in a gasp. Lynden's lower lip began to tremble. "Ohhh... Fuck," she stammered then, feeling both a little humiliated but more aroused by his sheer delight in her. He chuckled, gently separating her labia with his fingers. "I wonder if you know just how intoxicating you are to me, Lynden? Nothing can hide you're allure... and you never fail to arouse all of my senses. I think that I walk around most days, already half-hard from my senses of you," he replied, beginning to gently explore her inner folds and entrance. She felt as if she would melt, and suddenly glad for the wall in which to hold herself up. As he stroked her pussy, she felt the pleasurable heat inside of her grow progressively stronger and more intense. He lightly teased the area around her clit, and Lynden wet her lips parched by her panting desire. "Hmmm... you like it when I touch your pussy, don't you Lynden? Tighten it for me." He asked. She nodded her head, trying her hardest to collect her senses, which were rapidly deserting her. He stopped stroking her and slowly removed his hand. He raised a finger or two to her lips, which she soon realized by scent and touch, were wet with her hunger. "My fingers are wet from your desire, Lynden. Clearly you do want this," he said. At their departure, she couldn't help but be further aroused by both the sound and imagination of him as he put his fingers in his mouth, audibly savoring the taste of her. Not content with the exploration of his captive so far, he announced, "Let's take a closer look at the state of your arousal... shall we? Needless to say, please don't move!" With that, while placing one hand lightly on the small of her back to encourage her compliance, he bent at the knees to take in the wonderful curves of her fanny. A short pause to balance himself better, he then placed both hands on her hips, one each side, and volunteered, "Woman... I could get lost in your curves", accentuated by a firm finger grasp using both hands. She needs to remember just how animalistic in my desire I can become with her! He went on to massage the small of her back near the waistband with thumbs and palms. From there, he progressed simultaneously across each upper cheek, making the circumference around and below to the juncture of lower curves and thighs. Kneading her muscles with his fingertips, he made sure to both spread and clench her crease in order to continue her sweet torment. At last, he tucked his fingertips into her pajama waistband, and slowly began to shimmy them down and over the sweet curve of her fanny, progressively revealing sensuous skin a little at a time. As more and more of her delicious skin was revealed to him, he alternated using his lips and tongue-tip to traced lines back-n-forth across her curves, highlighted by impromptu gentle nips of her skin with his teeth. Lynden shuddered repeatedly, and goose bumps bloomed as a prolonged whimper reached his ears from above. Having kissed his way to the lower crease of her buttock and inner thighs, he paused to punctuate his progress with one last little nip or two of his lips and teeth to buttocks and thigh. After a last skimming of his fingernails along the backs of her inner thighs, he settled back to take in her glorious features, where he determined what he would then do to her. He began with methodical fingertips to work his way from top-to-bottom of her curves, moving side-to-side as he worked his way lower. He could smell the scent of her arousal from his vantage point. Lynden felt one of his fingertips tease the beginning of her crease from above, lazily charting a trail toward her ass. She gasped as his finger paused to circle the sensitive rim of her ass, before covering the short distance across the perineum to her pussy, coming to thump and rest on her clit. She groaned and involuntarily pushed toward him, her fanny arching with evident desire. She almost screamed as his slid a forefinger inside her wetness, gently and teasingly. Most of her self-control was tattered as she writhed in union with his probing touch. Any protest in resistance to him came out as one long, incoherent moan as the incredible sensations traveled up her body, the gentle penetrations and inner caresses of his finger making her wordless with desire. Slowly, in and out his finger thrust, her tight labia dragging against it, almost as if afraid to let his finger go. His probing making her wetter, wider, and wilder. Her hips move up and down of their own accord and her hands fisted above her head. He inserted a second finger, which was accompanied by deeper moans that were music to his ears. The nectar of her body sweet to his smell. He could feel the responsive tightness of her interior, making his cock ache to be let out of the confines of his pants and buried inside of her delightful pussy. Twisting his fore and index fingers with the palm down, he extended his thumb up the labia length and found the hardened little nub at the top. He added gentle circling, rubbing, and mild thumping to his other ministrations. Taken... by the Darkness The mild tapping of her clit was driving Lynden wild with frustration and hunger. She could feel the wave of pleasure mounting inside her. She rode his fingers by now, seeking to draw them deeper inside her... to touch places of desire and nerves within, long since untouched by her or him. It was then that his fingertips grazed that almost hidden bundle of nerves on the roof her channel. "Ahhhh...Pfffhh... Fuck!" A low guttural screamed escaped from her mouth, but at this point she no longer cared who might hear, lost in the climb to ecstasy. "Ah," he said in satisfaction. "Music to my ears. Will you scream when you cum for me? I think you will... scream for me, sweetheart. Scream when you cum." His fingers were plunging in and out of her rhythmically, roughly, steadily... but always making contact with her g-spot. She panted, gasped, both riding and bucking somewhat disoriented against his fingers. His thumb rubbed at her clitoris. She offered a low-pitched sob... writhing. He withdrew his fingers, put them into his mouth, and suckled, drinking in the sweet taste of her. She whimpered at the loss, only to scream again, as she felt his fingers thrust more vigorously inside her again. She shuddered in pleasure as he began to strum her clit with his thumb, moving his fingers inside her all the while. Feeling like she's going to faint, Lynden's crossed thighs locked around his fingers as she lets out a wail of completion, the fire in her body crashing upon her as he slowed his thrusting hand. Wave after wave of inexplicable ecstasy swamped her, as she bucked and heaved, her body completely overcome with pleasure. As she came down from her incredible high, the rotating movement of her hips slowly lessoning, he returned to caressing her buttocks and inner thighs, skimming his fingernails across her feverish skin, enjoying the shudder of her body as he removed his other fingers from her wet channel, hopeful of her being rocked with aftershocks of intimate bliss. As the blissful aftershocks became less frequent, Lynden couldn't help but flex her hips and stretch the spine in a feline display of contentment. She possessed such a feeling of wonder... but also an undefined edge still remaining, and yet also took note of her sated and exhausted state. Through this haze, Lynden registered... both felt and heard movement between her legs. "Lynden, are you still unwilling to face the truth about us?" he asked, as she felt him shuffle behind and against her. "Your own body betrays what your mind is trying so hard... and failing to convince itself!" he concluded, again she felt something nudge her. "Yes... I have to for self-preservation," she gasped, defiant to the last. "Well," he said softly. "I'm so sorry that you believe that's necessary, especially given all that I've done in the past to demonstrate just how secure your place is with me." A finger of his retraced a gentle path to her sex... as if seeking or guiding, but then with firmness, he thrust his erect cock inside her, to which she gasped and moaned, involutarily arching her back and sex. "I love it when you moan," he said, panting. He gripped her hips and pumped inside her, closing his eyes at the exquisite pleasure of having her, hot and tight... and wet - her velvet vise encased around him. His fingers cradled her buttocks, squeezing and kneading in tune to his thrusts. "How does it feel?" he demanded. "Ffff...ull," she gasped. "So full." And it was - he seemed to fill every inch of her as he plunged inside to the hilt. She was mindless, out of control again. Every thought seemed to center on the incredible sensation of being filled, being taken, again and again. She was so very wet, could feel her wetness running down her thighs, could feel his size pumping inside her, and it seemed that it was all that she could feel. She could feel that undefinable edge drawing nearer again, close enough that she could almost taste the pleasure of her orgasm. She bit her lip, moaned again and bucked against him. She was close, he knew. He revelled in the expression on her face despite the blindfold, one of mingled pain and pleasure. He was taking what he wanted from her although it wouldn't last, and he knew it. If the only way he could be at one with her... reconciled and in harmony with her despite their differences... than so be it. May God forgive him the consequences? He took no small comfort that at this time, she didn't seem to care either. Her mouth opened... silent in anticipation of ecstasy, so he chose that moment to withdraw. Lynden cried out in dismay. He looked up from his downward gaze of their lovemaking. "What is wrong Lynden? Maybe you're ready to surrender to me... to the possibility of 'us' after all?" "Yes," she said, almost screaming in exasperation. "Yes, I'm willing... but I think you already knew that? Finish me!" At that... he bent to claim her mouth in as raw, unfiltered, and soul-reaching a kiss as possible. He crushed her lips, openmouthed with his tongue seeking its mate, and she reciprocated in passionate desperation. He pulled away after a moment with a look of adoration. "Beg me," he whispered. "Please," she whispered. "Please what?" "Please!" "Tell me you want me." "I want you." "Tell me you want me to fuck you." "I want you to fuck me. Please." Perhaps here at the last, she had come to accept him... and maybe them together again, he thought wildly. Within seconds, Lynden's ass was rebounding sinfully against his gyrating pelvis behind her. His teeth grazed down her neck as he pulled her fantastic fanny out a bit more, allowing himself deeper access. If someone with a voyeuristic bent had been watching them arrive at this point, they couldn't help but conclude from the raw animalistic quality on display, that the need to mindlessly mate had devoured them both. Almost as if a raging beast inside of each of them was fighting and tearing for release. Underneath her blindfold, Lynden's darkness exploded into a thousand lights as every muscle in her contracted painfully at once. Muscles deep inside of her, that she never knew existed, clenched tightly around him, but still she had just enough sense to hear a low groan from him. But not for long... as her world shattered! Her body went rigid as she was swept over the cliff of ecstasy, a torrent of shockwaves overwhelming her senses so powerfully that she could barely breathe. Lynden was dimly aware of his continuing movements; the powerful strokes making her feel as if he was going to pound her into the wall. Despite her head screaming that she could no longer go on... the body refused to listen as her pussy drove into him with each continuing thrust, demanding, as if pushing him to continue. He raised his head from her neck to seek out her exposed jawline, nipping her skin in a trail marks designed to brand her as his. Aware of his proximity, Lynden desperately turned her face to seek his lips with her own. Their mouths and tongues met in fierce display of hunger for each other, and even though she was slammed by his passion against the wall and the cushion of her upraised arms, her bound hands slapped against the wall for support. Strong, pulsating flesh against flesh caused Lynden's body to defy her brain again, and she crashed over the edge one last time. He broke the kiss allowing her head freedom... as he thrust into her one last time. As she contracted one last time in orgasm, she let out an elongated low-pitched scream. He held onto her then, exhausted as she was... and wrapped his arms around her and gathered her close, drawing her into his protection until her ability to stand unaided returned. He was still inside her. "Lynden, can you stand on your own?" he asked, part out of concern, and part because he wasn't finished with her yet. Coming down off her high with her wits still scattered, Lynden couldn't vocalize an answer, so she merely nodded her head in agreement. In response to this, she felt him release her from his embrace. Whereby he bent down to grab her pajama bottoms at the waistband, making as if to pull them back up in place. But not before he used a forefinger to wipe and collect a trail of her sweet nectar that had run down the inner thigh to the back of her knee. She then heard him suck those juices off that very same finger, inwardly blushing with delight and renewed fever at the imagination of his erotic delight in her responsiveness to him. "Damn, talk about the nectar of Divine providence... just another sign that you are the crown of creation!" After cleaning his finger completely, he returned to his task of returning her bottoms to their proper place. Securing the waistband of her pajama bottoms to their delightful place on her fantastic fanny, he grasped each shoulder and gently turned her around to face him with her back opposite the house exterior. Making sure she was steady on her feet in front of him before proceeding, he then raised a hand to encourage the lowering of her upraised arms from above her head to hang more relaxed in front. "Lynden, I'm going to guide you down onto your knees now. You can use your hands to temporarily brace yourself and gain your balance on me, but more than likely, you'll need to the use of them later for what I have mind. So balance yourself on your feet and knees as well as possible." He instructed in smooth voice. With that news, he guided her down to a position where she kneeled in front of him, allowing her tied wrists and hands briefly to hold onto his naked thighs for balance. Given his new instructions, Lynden anticipated what came next... truth be told, she relished both the thought and expectation of this added pleasure. Again, as if he could read her better than herself, "You want to suck my cock don't you? In fact, at this point, you want nothing other than to take me in your mouth... and use that wicked mouth of yours... having your way with me!" At this revelation, she involuntarily licked her lips, which unseen to her... brought a smile of satisfaction to his face. He sighed, and then moved closer until his cock was level with her face and nudged at her lips. "Take me inside your mouth... and love me Lynden like you long to," he commanded. Dazed, she opened her lips obediently and he slipped inside, emitting a heartfelt groan of pleasure. Her tongue flicked at him and he almost came right then. "Suck me," he said firmly. She did, and he groaned again, letting out a moan of pleasure as she took him deeper inside her mouth. "Love me, Sweetheart. Just show me your love." Lynden let herself go again in response... relishing both the poignancy and intimacy of her act for him. She seemed to have lost all capacity for thought, preferring to take him by instinct. She was sucking that which she had long admired... and that seemed to be all that mattered, that and renewed fire between her legs. She sucked him harder, then made to take him deeper, where as if sensing her intention, he suddenly withdrew. "Hold on," he said. "Now, beg me. Tell me how much you want my cock in your mouth." On her knees and still blindfolded, she looked up at him then, as if she could see him. "Please, I want your cock... I need your cock in my mouth" she whispered in earnest. "Please let me have you... love you in this way." Closing his eyes, he felt her begin to rub the head of his cock on her lips, which she pursed as a new sensation for him. His cock rubbed back and forth slowly on her lips... and when she paused and kissed it, he opened his eyes to find her face looking up as if she could see through her blindfold into his eyes. As her own arousal gained strength, she began to bathe his shaft lovingly with her talented lips, and they parted a bit wider in order her tongue to come into play. She groaned with desire and the interplay of her lips and tongue gave him reasons to think that she savored the taste of his cock. Perhaps it was the taste of herself and cum on him, or maybe the leak of his precum? Either way, it seemed to trigger to an impassioned cocksucking. Her delightful tongue having savored the taste of him from her lips, went on to trace underside length of his shaft, from the hilt all the way to the tip. Of her own accord, Lynden reached up and cupped his cock and balls in her tied hands... crossed palms up, her thin fingers wrapping lightly around the base. She flicked the tip of his cockhead, evoking even more precum running down into her tongue as she licked him with vigor. "Mmmmm", she moaned around his cock. They both groaned aloud and seemed to shudder together in the throes of mutual pleasure, all of which made Lynden's head lurch forward and attempt to take more of his cock into her mouth. His groaning was all the invitation she needed apparently, and in spite of her tied wrists, he felt her palms urge... pull more of him into her mouth. Lynden desired to take him deeper... wondering herself how deep throating him might effect his arousal... or hers for that matter. All such inhibitions long gone by now, and anticipating what might be necessary, she loosened her throat and mouth, letting her jaw go slack as she pulled his cock slowly in and out of her hot mouth. Wet slurping noises provided accompaniment as she slid his swollen cock past her lips. Her mouth... jaw to be exact getting sore, she gave up sustaining on any real suction, and switched to urging him to just fuck her mouth like he did her pussy, letting the saliva that pooled in her mouth to run out and down her chin as she gurgled incomprehensible words. He saw droplets of it escape her chin onto hoodie and tee as she continued to feed herself his cock. He pushed deeper with each thrust, causing her to gag when his size reached the back of her throat. She paused momentarily to look up at him again, daring him to think that she could see through her blindfold, her face more flushed, and it was almost a look of contentment. "Your cock is so big, I'm having trouble with it... my jaw and lips are too sore." She freely admitted, almost in embarrassment. He responded by shoving her head part way back onto his cock. "But, you really wanted to suck my cock, right? Isn't that what you said, 'that you wanted... no needed my cock in your mouth'?" She murmured into his cock, a combination of submission and being caught out at the truth. He continued the verbal prodding, enjoying the sudden shift in honesty. "So, let me fuck your mouth with my big cock. Love me with your lips and that tongue... until I cum inside that sinfully wicked mouth of yours." As he gyrated his hips in her face, Lynden began to think that just maybe... she could reach a third... well, mini-orgasm. She didn't think that she could take much more of this, she thought, as it had maybe become a contest of wills again - 'immovable object meets irresistible force'. She could hear her own moans and groans as he fucked her tight lil' mouth, along with the wet slurping noises of her mouth accompanying the intimate scene. She realized that he was going deeper in her throat with greater ease now. Despite the soreness, she was relaxed and aroused enough to go with his movements in perfect synchronicity. "I'll have a sore throat tomorrow." she thought. "And most likely, he'll have a sore cock." Her eyes watered a bit with the physical exertion, especially her elevated breathing. But she drove herself on, seeking his release, as well as maybe her own. Taking advantage of his pause from fucking her mouth, she grasped the shaft of his cock with one hand, stroking its slick length while she used her tongue to lathe the underside and cockhead. His cock pulsed at this renewed attention to detail, and she thought she could detect from his own rapid breathing and exertions that he was getting close to cumming. Lynden squeezed the base of his cock with her hand and took him back into her mouth, her head bobbing in a slow rhythm, her hand moving to stroke him in unison. She lavished attention on the upstroke, wrapping and twirling her tongue around the head of his cock, while twisting her hand on his shaft. His breathing came in labored gasps now as he groaned and moaned, staring down in wonderment as she sucked he cock with evident hunger and pleasure. At the beginning of his tremors, and his hands clutching for her head, Lynden leaned back slightly and opened her mouth wider. While curling in the edges of her tongue, she milked him with two hands, pointing his cockhead at what she hoped was her waiting open mouth. Her hands met in the middle of his cock and slid both up and down, in opposite directions, twisting as they stroked. He growled as she jerked his cock and did his best to adjust his aim at her sinful mouth, releasing a primal sound of a man in ecstasy. Lynden could only feel the first large shot of cum rocket onto her top lip, falling from there onto her outstretched tongue. It seemed like a constant stream of hot cum shot out of him as the first shot lasted for a long time. As the pressure of his powerful release waned, cum flooded onto her tongue, overflowing into her mouth as some of it leaked out to dribble down her chin. She closed her mouth to swallow this mouthful, thinking by its quantity that might be all. She was therefore shocked, when a second shot, harder than the first, smacked her left cheek, just below her eye. This jet flowed like a line across her face, from her left cheek across to her upper lip and onto her chin. Now realizing that there would be more, she again opened her mouth, which still possessed his first load. His third and final spurt of cum lacked the speed of the first two, but still managed to drain itself into her mouth as she instinctively leaned forward to catch it. Her sweet mouth in opening allowed her existing mouthful to overflow slightly, so she tilted her head back to keep from losing what she meant to savor. She rubbed his cock on her lips as she sipped down her mouthful as he continued to spurt smaller traces onto her lips, enough to cause it to run down her chin. "Lynden, if only you could see yourself right now. You are a sight for sore eyes. I'm not sure that I've ever seen you as erotic or so wanton... as gorgeous as you are right now. You're so incredibly... fucking beautiful!" He offered with adoring eyes. She responded by taking him gently into her mouth and milking the remaining cum from his cock, swallowing it and truly savoring the taste of him. He shuddered and his legs suddenly felt weak, but he managed to catch himself with one hand braced against the side of the rental home. "Oh... Heavens..." He muttered, sincerely amazed and completely sated from the most erotic performance he had ever be blessed enough to participate in. "Sweetheart, you will be death of me!" he whispered in one final prolonged sigh of admission. **** She awoke with start! Aware that this latest dream was more vivid that any that had preceeded it. With instant clarity and insight, she knew now that she must make her peace with him. She didn't think that she could go on... as she recently tried without him. If anything, her dreams of late had driven that point home, that there really wasn't anywhere she could run or hide from her soulful love... the darkness that threatened to vie for her real attention and acceptance. The truth must be allowed to be set free... and with it... maybe herself as well!? 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