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Subject: Throating Alexis
Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 09:32:04 -0500
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Throating Alexis - Deeper http://StoryBondage.com/ASB
Everyone knows Alexis Silver's busty brown body.
And it's my personal fuckbox for the night. Right now, she's lying on her belly on the floor of her bedroom, naked, my ropes binding her ankles up against her butt. her wrists wrenched up behind her back and tied to her neck. Retching her guts out from having my big tube pushed between those sexy lips into her mouth and held there until I came, blowing my load right down her slutty throat.
And the night has barely begun ...
I sit and watch her little brown feet writhe around in the air, their soft, lighter colored soles as inviting as an open cunt. A word comes to my mind, and hovers in the air.
Bastinado.
It's an evil word, one that conjures up hot memories of lubricious brown-skinned girls my Special Forces team "interrogated", hanging by their wrists in the night, naked, their legs spread wide and strapped to a piece of pipe, their pendulous boobs already painfully swollen with whatever we had done to them, pleading tearfully that they didn't know anything, hadn't been there, could they PLEASE fuck us - any way we wanted - ANY way - if we would just let them down for a few minutes.
Then hauling the spreader pipe up behind until the girl was hanging belly down, big breasts swaying with every struggling move, her bare feet twitching helplessly at just the right height for a good swing of a belt, or a length of hose, or a piece of wire, her shrieks mixing with those of the other girls staked out on the ground in the darkness around the camp ...
Which gives me an idea. But I want to up the ante, to tie Alexis up in an even more uncomfortable position, one that holds her open and helpless, her body vibrating in spasms of pain against the relentless ropes. And maybe later, many screams later, going back to work on those big, soft, nippley breasts.
Time to push the gag back in her mouth ...