CreativeDominant
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Again...Hey there Insty...and I agree with you about trapped...but what do you suppose that "True" and "Real" dominant would think of you or I for doing such a thing? Final Installment of Chapter I Slowly, so as to not make a sound, he inched closer. His big, dark hands reached forward and closed ever so gently around the hem of her skirt...**** Her breathing quickened as she felt herself pulled deeper into Kel's kiss and a tremor ran through her as she felt his hand bunching the material of her blouse. His hand tightened on the satin material bunched in his hand and he pulled down hard suddenly, scattering pearl buttons at their feet. ****His hands pulled her skirt up over her ass slowly. His observant gaze took in her bare ass cheeks, erotically framed by the straps of her garter belt and divided by the lacy string of her thong. He nodded to himself in appreciation of the sight. He lightly squeezed and caressed her pale globes, marveling at the beauty of the contrast of his ebony hands against her ivory skin. He bent his head forward and pressed his lips to the invitation that was the delicately-scented skin of her neck...**** She felt the delicate stroking across her buttocks at the same time that she felt the violent pull at her blouse. Time seemed to slow as her thoughts tumbled and jumbled together. HOW COULD SHE FEEL HIS HANDS IN HER HAIR AND TEARING AT HER CLOTHING AND YET...FEEL HANDS ON HER BOTTOM? HOW COULD SHE FEEL HIS MOUTH ON HERS AND YET...FEEL LIPS ON THE BACK OF HER NECK? And yet...even as these questions were formed and asked by her intellectual side, her sensation-loving side caused her to press her body back against the skilled fingers that were touching her ass so sensually, then forward again to the hardness pressing against her from the front. She shivered briefly at the barely perceptible touch of the lips against her neck as her eyes fluttered open and met Kel's already open, playful ones with a question in her own blue ones. Kel felt her lower body move back and away from him and then push against him again, even as her eyes filled with questions alongside the lust expressed within them. In partial answer, he pushed the halves of her torn blouse aside and traced his fingers against her belly, adding another element to her amorous dance as he felt her stomach draw in at his touch. Her movements aroused him further and he felt himself lengthen and become harder. To finish answering her question, he reluctantly broke their kiss and firmly grasped, then pulled on her hair so as to turn her head so that she too could see behind them. His dark eyes met her questioning ones as her face was turned towards him. Only then did he lift his mouth from her neck and smile, baring his straight, white teeth. He opened his mouth and scraped his upper teeth down from her hairline to the nape of her neck. Despite the question he read in her eyes, she shivered in response to his teeth and he chuckled. He raised his mouth from her neck and spoke to her in a voice deep and slow: "Hello girl. My name is Wes and you will also be MY pet tonight. My white bitch." As if to emphasize his possessive words, at the same time that he spoke them his fingers snapped one garter strap and then the other against the bare flesh of her ass. He chuckled again as he saw first surprise, then pleasure pass over her face as a gasp escaped her lips. His eyes never leaving her face, he began tonguing his way back and forth across the nape of her neck as he again filled his strong hands with her ass cheeks and began to knead them, occasionally slapping them lightly. She slowly swiveled her head, bringing her eyes back to Kel and she saw the smile on his face. He kissed her ear and in a tone that was soft enough to be intimate and yet, still be heard by both her and the man behind her said, "That's right, sweet babygirl. I promised you that your passion would be stoked and then sated tonight and it will be. You are OURS tonight, my sweet nasty fuckslut. We are going to take you to the heights...and depths...that you have only dared express to me in breathless nighttime or playtime whispers." As he finished speaking, he began biting down the side of her neck, his eyes on hers. Leigh's eyes studied his. In them, she saw the encouragement and caring of her partner but still, her senses reeled. Two men. Two very dominant men. One, her partner of long standing, the other a very handsome, strong man. One white. The other black. They were both within her sight, as she was held captive between them. Her nostrils were filled with the differing scents of each man. With her own scent. The realization that part of the scent was due to the sexual arousal of all three of them caused her to whimper. Her legs seemed ready to give on her; the way the men had her sandwiched between them kept her upright even as this same sandwiching added to the feeling of weakness. DID SHE WANT THIS? Then, becomeing aware of the wetness between her nether lips, she knew. In her heart, her mind, and her body...she sknew. "Oh God...yessssssss," she cried softly even as she felt both men's hands grip her hair and pull her face to first one man, and then the other, for a heated kiss.
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