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Amber walked silently beside me, as we made our way to my car. I held the passenger door open and smiled at her. She got up on her toes and placed a gentle kiss on my lips before she entered my vehicle. On the ride up to my floor in the elevator, she slipped her pinky around my thumb and leaned against me. “Are you sure about this, Amber?” I asked as the elevator doors opened. She nodded and replied, “Yes, I am sure. I feel safe with you, Gil. I know I don’t know how I will react to the things I want you to do to me. But, I need to know. I want to experience this need that has been stirred awake inside me and explore my limits. It’s okay if you hurt me; I know you will stop if I ask you to.” I smiled at her, “I’ll try not to leave marks that will be difficult to explain.” “Fuck,” she moaned, “Yes, I want marks as a reminder that you and I were real, that I offered myself to you. That you taught me, and used me for your pleasure.” I turned the key in the lock and paused. “Once you step inside, and I close my door, I will begin.” Amber shivered from head to toe and nodded. I closed the door behind us and met Amber’s anxious stare. My cock twitched as blood began to be pumped into it. It throbbed to the rhythm of my increasing heart rate. I placed my right hand around her throat and eased her back up against the door. I did not squeeze. Instead, I savored the mixed emotions that danced in Amber’s big, blue eyes. I snarled at her and watched her eyes widen, watched as fear and anticipation fueled her arousal. Amber’s breathing quickly became deep and labored. She placed Karaköy escort her hands around my hand that kept her pinned to the door. And she squeezed my hand tighter around her throat. My snarled turned to a grin. I became harder, as I eagerly observed her face turn to a glowing reddish pink, before my eyes. I squeezed her throat tighter. Amber slid her hands to my wrist and closed her eyes. “Look at me,” I growled at her. Amber jumped with a start and her eyes shot open. “That’s better. I want to watch your eyes bulge. I want to watch you struggle to breathe. Those things also make me hard, Amber. Do you still love knowing that you make me hard?” Amber nodded and barely managed to gurgle, “Yes.” “Exhale for me, Amber. Empty your lungs for me,” I commanded. Amber stood up on her toes and tried to pull my hand away from her throat. Panic set in, fight or flight set in. “Shhh, Amber. I want to steal a breathless kiss from your lips,” I whispered. My words set off a quiver in her belly, she obeyed and exhaled. I squeezed her throat tighter. Just tight enough to partially constrict the air and blood flow. Having your throat squeezed is more of a mind fuck than a physical torture. If Amber were to squeeze her own throat to the point of pain or panic, she’d be able to endure much more pressure that I was applying. There was no real threat or danger to her, but, the feeling that a danger to her well-being existed was real. Amber reacted out of instinct. The way any human being would react. As far back as humans have inhabited this planet; Kayaşehir escort bayan that instinct has not changed in us. Amber parted her lips and kissed me hard. Her mind spun and her eyes rolled up in their sockets. I released her throat from my grip. I shivered, as I felt my own breath being sucked out of my mouth and into Amber’s mouth. I stepped away from the gasping Amber and ordered, “Strip out your clothes. Offer your naked self to me.” Amber quickly pulled her jeans and panties down around her ankles and pulled the baggy sweatshirt over her head as she stepped out of her jeans. I took in her naked body. She was slim, small breasted; her legs were slender and toned. She reached behind her head and removed the elastic hair tie. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and across her breasts. “You are a very beautiful young lady,” I grinned. Amber lowered her eyes to the floor and kneeled before me. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet my gaze, and said, “Please, Gil. Touch me all over with your cock. I’m on my knees begging you.” I unbuttoned the top three buttons on my shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my chiseled torso, much to Amber’s pleasure. I unbuckled my belt, undid the clasp of my pants and pulled the zipper down. I pulled my boxer shorts and pants down to my ankles. Amber unlaced my shoes and removed my socks. I stepped out of my pants and boxers. Amber licked her lips and swallowed hard as she eyed my fully erect cock pulsing to each beat of my heart. “Let’s start with your pretty Escort Küçükçekmece face,” I snarled, grabbed a fistful of her hair and rubbed her face on my cock and balls. Amber kissed and licked my cock and balls every time her mouth passed over them. “Open your mouth,” I ordered. Amber eagerly obeyed. I pulled her mouth closer to my cock. “Suck the head in your mouth.” Amber sucked on the swollen head of my cock and rolled her tongue ever so slowly over it. She had skills, excellent cock-sucking skills that I would allow her to impress me with after I had given her the experience she had begged me for. I yanked her head away from my aching cock and led her to my bedroom. I made her crawl behind me on her hands and knees, her hair served as a lead. An action that reaffirmed and emphasized her role in the scene that was about to unfold. I walked her to my bed and pushed her face hard into the mattress. “Don’t fucking move your head off the bed,” I growled. “Spread your filthy, dripping. cunt wide open…prove to me you’re a whore worthy of my attention.” As incredibly aroused as the lurid scene and anticipation had made Amber, being called a whore, triggered a feeling of shame to reverberate through her. It multiplied her sense of arousal. In short, she was fucking hornier than she had ever been before. She reached behind her and spread her cunt wide for me. Slick juice was seeping its way out from her core and had slathered itself on her pink inner lips. I kneeled behind her and pushed the shaft of my throbbing cock onto her asshole. The heat radiating from my thick shaft onto her sensitive, puckered, pink hole sent a shiver through Amber. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head off the mattress. “Are you ready to take pain for me, Amber? Are you ready for me to brand the bruises you crave onto your flesh, whore?” I calmly asked the quivering and aroused Amber.
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