Cherished Girl 2

Carissa didn’t know how she felt about what she was doing. It was degrading of course…but it also had her libido on overdrive. She had to admit, Anders’ little gift’ to her wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. It was anything but ‘little’ too. Was he watching the live stream even now? The lithe brunette was naked on the floor, a web cam trained where she straddled a long, purple dildo which tapered to a lifelike pair of sculpted testicles. She was humping the dildo with deep, eager plunges, moaning as her pussy felt the ribbed sides of the dildo provide extra pleasure and stimulation. Meanwhile, she reached down, petting herself. She touched her pussy. She rubbed her clit. The captured girl knew that her boyfriend-cum-captor would be watching sooner or later.

“Oooohhh. I miss you, honey. Please come home. I want you to fuck my brains out. I’m pretending that this cruel, hard cock I’m impaling my wet pussy on is YOUR cock. Please Anders, come home and fuck me!” She knew very well that this was over-the-top fantasy talk. Anders knew it too. Still, it didn’t change the fact that it turned him on like nothing else. If Carissa was being honest with herself, she was turned on a little by her own display too.

The full-length mirror on the far wall also let her see every inch of her naked body, from her supple breasts all the way down to her smooth belly and the subtle flare of her lean hips, and of course the sight of that tireless dildo vanishing inside her shaved snatch.

“Please, honey. Come home and fuck this pussy hard,” she purred. Was he watching this very second? The excitement of wondering what he was thinking, what he was doing right now… that also turned the girl on. Was he stroking his long, thick cock? Was it hard and throbbing, the veins standing out as it sprang up fully engorged?

The strange truth was that Carissa was sure that she and Anders were on the verge of a breakthrough. So much had happened since the day, more than 2 months ago, when they’d had a steamy one-night stand. She’d gone from college graduate and American tourist traveling through Europe to the helpless captive of a somewhat deranged Frenchman in Berlin. At first she’d hated Anders… and a big part of her still did.

But she knew one thing – she wasn’t helpless. No, she’d been playing the long game. She had a plan for Anders Varrceau. She’d tried to escape several times at first, and he’d punished her as a result. Kept her naked and tied up whenever he went out. But slowly, gradually, she’d won back some of his trust. Now, although he still wouldn’t let her wear any clothes, she had the run of the first floor and the master bedroom. Granted, he had hidden cameras everywhere. There were no windows, and the only door to the outside was built like the entry to a bank vault, which only HE could unlock from the outside. Still, she had a trace of freedom. She knew what she was working towards. She’d vowed to teach Anders a lesson he would never forget, when the time came…and that time would be tonight.

Until now, though… she’d embraced her role. Carissa was the willing young slave girl, day in and day out. She pleasured Anders whenever he wished. She woke him up sometimes even sucking his cock. She warmed his bed and cooked for him. Soon, though, all of that would change. Until it did, though, Carissa saw no reason not to enjoy the sex and intimacy, even though this man repulsed her on one level. She kept reminding herself that, as twisted as Anders was, he loved her in his own way. At least, he deluded himself into thinking that what he was doing to her – holding her captive – could be called a sign of ‘love.’

The slender young woman now cooed loudly as the seal of her cunt lips gripped the shaft. The electrifying jolts each time she slammed her sex down on top of it, they sent delicious shivers throughout her body. There was a reason her nipples had pebbled up, more sensitive than ever. She reached up with one hand, fondling her own breasts, even pinching her own nipples lightly as she crooned.

“OOoohhh… Anders, I’m going to come. Do you want to see me CUM?” The brunette’s long, lustrous hair fell down around her shoulders and briefly obscured her face. That same cute face contorted with a look of rapture as she reached down with her other hand, rubbing her clit in a lustful frenzy. “I’m almost there, honey. I’m imagining this cock is YOURS, deep inside me. It’s fucking me so deep.” She gyrated her hips and slammed her body down harder, faster, so that her tits shook and her hair jostled back and forth. She reached down and squeezed her clit lightly as the purple dildo drove up her soft folds like a spear. Then she was there, reaching the summit. Her body flooded with a million sensations – each one screaming ‘pleasure!’ as if in a million different tongues. Her cunt convulsed violently on the purple dildo. Her juices spattered copiously all along the shaft as she kept pumping her quim up and down, up and down, up and DOWN, riding out the orgasm, good to the last breath.

Her head snapped back as she moaned Anders’ name. She shuddered as the thick cock filled her, nestled deep inside her as the last twinges of her climax slowly ran their course. Then, at last, it was over. Panting, her lush breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath, she looked down. Carissa slowly stood up on wobbly legs. She glanced down and saw her fluids coating not just the shaft itself, but even pooled along the sculpted testicles at the base of the dildo. The smell of sex – of HER sex – filled the living room. She sighed with a mixture of contentment and exhaustion. She’d been fucking that dildo for over an hour, giving Anders a ‘good show.’ Since it was almost time for her to put her plan into action, she was being extra subservient.

Carissa turned to head upstairs. She couldn’t wait to take a shower. After all, her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat from her exertions. She had made it maybe three steps when a hand caught her from behind. She began to scream as an arm lassoed her by the waist, pulling her back against a hard male body. Then a big hand was covering her mouth, stifling her cry.

“SSSHHH. It’s me, beautiful girl. No need to fear.” Anders spun her around. She was shocked to see him. It must have been written on her face. He was fully clothed from work, his tie only slightly askew.

“You horny little slut. I started watching your show and I had to leave work early. Snuck in while you were reaching orgasm. I hope you’re ready for round 2, darling.”

“Round 2?” Carissa gaped. This hadn’t been part of her plan. He wasn’t supposed to be home this early.

Before she knew it, Anders was pointing at the dildo. “Get back on that dildo and keep fucking. I have a special surprise for you, a little reward for that tantalizing display.”

Too intrigued to disobey, Carissa decided to go along with it. The sexy girl mounted the dildo again. Still lubricated with her own juices, it slid easily inside her as she began fucking it with fresh enthusiasm.