Asha, a beautiful Indian woman, is lured into a BDSM sex club and seduced into their kinky world. She discovers the joy of pleasure and pain, and can't get enough.
Warning: This short-story contains extremely explicit reluctant but consensual gangbang sex between adults and is intended for mature readers. If you are offended by forced deep throat, forced semen swallowing, very rough sex, spanking, and BDSM play, please don't read this story.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
"Stay, Asha, and play with us," John whispered into her ear, and kissed, nibbled, and licked it. "I can make you feel even better than this."
"A pleasure so incredible you won't stop smiling for a week," he said, and quickly pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. He left the shirt bunched around her bound wrists and removed her bra. "We will reveal your true nature, and make you feel as one with the world."
"I want to, but I can't," she whispered, head lolling around as John fondled and kissed her breasts and nipples. "Oh, please, John, I'm a virgin."
He unfastened and unzipped her jeans, and pushed his hand down. Asha's breath was sucked away when his fingers glided over her most sacred spot, rubbing her hot, tingling nether lips through her underwear. She felt her face heat up as they both discovered how wet she was and his touch made her squirm. Within seconds she was panting fast and furious, unable to focus on anything.
"I can make you a woman, Asha," he said.
"No, I'm already a woman, you'll just make me not a…," she said. John's finger touched her clit, and started rubbing circles around it through her panties. "…Ugggh!"
Asha's eyes went wide as her back bowed and she thrust out her butt. John shifted position, thrusting his hand up between her legs from behind. She released a long, shuttering groan as that wonderful hand slipped under her panties and she had skin on skin contact for the first time down there. And he proved so talented, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy.
"Do you want me to stop?" John said.
"Good. I thought you'd change your mind," he said, sounding rather smug. "Your safe word is 'red.' It means stop right now."
About the Author:
Cindy Sutton is not exactly the girl-next-door. She likes lipstick, stilettos, and uncompromising men who aren't afraid to take what they want. Cindy loves to read and write stories about such men, and the women who can't stay away from them.
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