Chapter Eleven
Sissy
Curled up around Mark, I stare at his flaccid cock and wonder how something so small can grow to be so damn big. The spasms in my vagina haven’t stopped, and just thinking about him thrusting inside of me causes them to pulsate rapidly again. I don’t know whether to like it or be angered by it. He did shove that monster inside of me without any foreplay. Can’t really say I would’ve liked that more had I been wet. I hate it when men touch me. Ever since that one time …. I’d rather touch myself.
Comparing today with that horrible day, I realize that this event was far different—I wasn’t completely petrified because Lydia was here. If she hadn’t been here … I don’t know what would’ve happened. She understood who Mark was already, and she despised him as much as she desired him. If I’m really honest with myself, I do too. And that really upsets me.
I should be sickened with myself. My skin should be crawling, and my twat should be bleeding from my lack of enjoyment. But the truth of the matter is, I enjoyed being his dirty girl. I enjoyed it so much that my body still quakes with my multiple orgasms and my pussy still leaks the evidence of them.
I enjoyed it.
I enjoyed him pounding into me.
I enjoyed the orgasms.
And I enjoyed it even more because I was fucked on top of Lydia.
The relaxed way she wraps her arm around mine while we cuddle with Mark tells me she enjoyed it too.
She winks at me as I glance over at her. Her lip pulls up into a smirk and threatens to break into a full-on smile. Instead, the mirth dances in her eyes trying not to break free and get us caught. Her excitement of what’s to come is exciting me, and I’m shocked to admit to myself that I’m ready for a round two. One more round before the third and final.
What is it they say, third time’s a charm?
By the gleam in her eye, and the cum dried to her lashes, I’d say Lydia is up for just about anything at this point. I wonder just how far we can pushDaddy.
I run my fingers through the hair on Mark’s chest as I move my hand down his body. His abs tense beneath the tickling touch of my fingertips and he sucks a breath in holding it. I run my finger down his length, circling the tip of his dick. He lets the breath out he was holding as the drop of precum takes form.
Lydia rubs on his nipple as she watches my every move with surprised wide eyes, awaiting the sign that it’s time to take action. After I lower myself down Mark’s body, her tongue swipes his nipple the same time I lick that juicy drop off his cock. He hisses and grows incredibly fast in my hands as I flatten my tongue at his base and lick all the way to his tip, sucking it into my mouth and popping off it loudly.
“Ooooh, little girl, you surprise me. Do it again,” he growls.
My cheeks burn, and I try to hide myself behind his huge flag pole as I go to give it a big lick again, but he grabs my pigtail and jerks my head to the side, smiling at me like a school boy who just got the virgin to give him head.
“Look me in the eye.”
I get back in line with his cock and right as my tongue touches him, he jerks my head to the side harder and holds me there.
“Always look me in the eye.” His command is much more menacing and it raises the hairs on the back of my neck.
My stomach flops in fear, but Lydia rolling her eyes and my determination to see this through to the end helps to steel my resolve and doesn’t let his intimidation tear me down into a compliant, used-up whore.
I stare him in the eye, just as he requests, and my lip and brow pulls up into a bit of sneer as I flatten my tongue on the side of his dick and press hard as I work my way up quickly.
Lydia chuckles as she kneels at Mark’s head and shoves down on his shoulders, rubbing her tits all over his face and making him let go of my hair. She teases him, running her nipples across his face as his mouth goes back and forth trying to catch them. While she does that, she pulls his hands away from her chest and above his head where she kneels on his arms to hold them down. Once she gets him where she wants him, she unceremoniously drops her bottom onto his head and rubs her slit up and down his face, leaving a wet snail trail from his chin to his hairline.
“It’s not gonna lick itself, Daddy.”
His muffled response makes me choke on a laugh and Lydia joins in with me as she rides his face like she’s riding a bull in one of those country bars that I see in movies. It’s quite comical.
While she has his head trapped to the bed, I slip the scarves off my wrought iron bedpost and quickly tie them to the footboard. I stop to show Mark’s meat some attention before quickly tying his ankles with the scarves. He tries to move away from me, but he doesn’t get far with Lydia pushing against his chest to keep him down and me sitting on each leg as I tie it.
Once I have him where I want him, Lydia scoots back to let him up for air. He almost throws her back into the wall as he sits up, pissed to high heaven that he’s been tied to the bed.
Mark jerks his knees up in an attempt to pull free, but all he does is make his bonds tighter. Just because I spend all of my time in my apartment now doesn’t mean I’ve never left the house. I am a highly-decorated Girl Scout. I’ve learned a thing or two or ten about tying some damn knots.
“Untie me.” He grips hold of the scarf on his left leg and tugs on it, but it only gets a fraction longer. Growing a little more frustrated, he yanks on the scarf on the right side. Nothing happens.
I straddle his legs and his eyes drop down to my crotch. He stills as I scoot myself forward until my bottom is resting against the tops of his knees. I swear his mouth waters as he watches me watch him. My hands raise up and I curl the ends of my pigtails around my index fingers, arching my back slightly to bring his attention to my hard nipples.
