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 Leaving You Breathless

   by Knight of Passion

   Story Codes: M/F, tease, oral, fantasy

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   Knight ----

   The hot mid-afternoon air is scented with cinnamon and incense.  Beyond
the thin muslin drapes which stir lazily in the faint breeze, you can hear
the sound of the ocean and the distant murmur of city life.  The room you
find yourself in is unlike any hotel room you've ever seen before: the
high, vaulted ceilings would be better suited to a medieval chapel, while
the large bed, draped in white silk, seems incongruous amongst the wooden
pillars and unpainted walls.  It could be the private chamber of a
story-book Sultan, save for the small silver refrigerator which hums
quietly in a corner.

   I step through the doorway behind you, my fingertips resting on your
hips as you lean back onto my chest.  The sexual tension between us was
immediate and palpable, and a tingle of excitement runs along your spine as
our bodies touch for the first time.  My lips brush your neck in a gesture
which is instantly familiar and intimate.  Stepping around you, I lead you
into the centre of the room, turning you so that you face the bed, your
back to one of the rough wooden pillars that support the vaulted ceiling.
Suddenly we are kissing, our lips and tongues hot, each of us sampling the
exquisite tastes of the other.  You strip off my crisp linen jacket and
attack the buttons of my white shirt, pulling me to you and kissing my
chest.  I catch your hands and pin them to your chest, my lips hungry and
sweet on your throat...

   Deftly, your slender wrists caught in my strong grip, I reach to the
back of my belt and pull out a glittering pair of steel handcuffs.  Without
waiting for your permission or even acknowledgement, I place them against
your wrists.  As they snap closed, you hesitate and try to pull your hands
away, but I overpower you easily and lift the handcuffs above your head. 
The short chain separating the cuffs slides onto a hook which hangs from
the ceiling on a thick rope.  I step away from you, regarding your helpless
form, and peel off the remains of my shirt.  Sweat gleams on my body, and
you are suddenly aware of the urgent beat of your heart.  I throw the
tattered shirt into a corner and move into you again, kissing your upturned
lips and exploring your body with light, feathery touches.

   "What are you doing?" you breathe, but the words seem sacriligeous in
this chapel of our lust, and I answer your question only with a small,
cryptic smile.  Silently, I pull roughly at the neckline of your white top,
tearing the thin fabric free of your glistening body.  The heat seems to
radiate from your skin, the blood pounding in your veins.  My strong
fingers run up your stomach and chest, cupping your soft breasts and
squeezing them tightly, tweaking your slick nipples between thumb and
forefinger.  Already hard, they ache for the hot embrace of my lips, but my
mouth is on yours once more.

   Reaching behind a nearby pillar, I pull out a thick rope.  I untie it
and release it by several feet, letting your hands fall.  I tie the rope
off and, taking your shoulders and push you gently to your knees.  You
oblige willingly, your hungry gaze on the prominent bulge in my trousers,
the hot pink tip of your tongue pressed hard against your top lip,
anticipating the taste of my cock.  Scant inches from your face, I unzip
and pull out my semi-erect penis.  You grin wickedly and lean forward to
kiss the tip.  I groan in pleasure and step forward, allowing you to
eagerly take my hardening cock between your lips.  You suck hungrily, the
taste of me inflaming your senses, a hot flush of burning need racing
through you.  You suck harder and try and fit yet more of my cock into your
mouth, intoxicated by the feeling of my tumescent, throbbing prick
stretching your moist lips obscenely.

   The thrill of anticipation has heightened my desire for you, and the
luxurious pleasure of your greedy mouth is too much for my self-control. 
With a gasp of pleasure, I fight the urge to thrust my prodigious prick
deep into your throat.  A sticky jet of jism splashes against the roof of
your mouth, flooding your senses with the intoxicating essence of my creamy
cum.  My throbbing cock twitches violently, oozing yet more delicious cream
into your hot mouth.  You swallow eagerly and lash my swollen cock-head
with your tongue.  I roughly pull my cock out of your mouth, spilling a
shower of salty droplets over your lips and chin.

   Stepping backward, I pull the chain sharply, forcing you to your feet,
your hands raised high above your head.  Lifting your chin, I lean forward
and slowly suck a droplet of my creamy spunk from your moist lower lip,
causing you to moan lasciviously and strain against your tight bonds.  I
kiss you passionately, running my hands over your willing body, ripping a
hot groan from deep within your body.  You are desperate for release,
aching for the sweet, dizzying surge of unrestrained pleasure.

   Tracing my fingertips down your aching body, I kneel before you.  My
hands continue down your thighs, then around your knees; a gentle pressure,
and you hook your right leg around my shoulders, bringing my mouth
tantalisingly close to your beautiful pussy.  I kiss your glistening labia
eagerly, my fingertips brushing the tender flesh of your inner thighs,
quick flicks of my tongue sampling your hot juices.  My tongue circles your
beautiful clit, my fingers stroking and teasing your slippery thighs, the
inviting warmth of your pussy and your tight, puckered anus.  You entire
body aches for me, a hunger so desperate and all-encompassing that you
cannot remember how it felt to be without it.

   Suddenly, I stand, and cool air brushes against your smouldering pussy.
You moan in frustration, but the moan turns to a hiss of pleasure as my
strong hands grab your hips and lift you higher.  Eagerly, you wrap your
legs around my waist.  I hold you in the air for a long moment, then pull
you closer.  My hot, hard penis approaches your enticing opening, the last
shreds of my willpower vanishing in the furnace of my desire for you. 
Finally, just as you wonder if I will ever give you your release, the tip
of my cock presses against the damp heat of your pouting pussy, and your
wetness eagerly envelops the thick head and veined shaft.  With a hot gasp,
you sink onto me, your hands clenching into tight fists above your head,
your lips and teeth assaulting the smooth skin of my shoulder.  A deeper
thrust, and another inch of pulsing cock slides easily into you.  At the
same time, you feel a hot, thrilling pressure against your ass, and the
intoxicatingly obscene sensation of my fingertip slipping inside your tight
hole.  Deeper, cock and finger alike sliding inside your body, blood
pounding in your veins, thrumming waves of desire singing sweetly through
your angelic body.

   But this is not the easy, gratifying fuck you had expected: this is so
much more.  Stretching your glistening cunt-lips, my swollen shaft presses
into you, inch after inch vanishing into your hungry pussy, stretching you,
feeding the lascivious hunger that burns inside.  I go deeper, and you cry
out in surprise and joy as every unfucked recess of your throbbing pussy is
filled with hot, eager cock.  My finger, too, presses deeper inside you. 
For what seems an eternity, you are hanging there, your body full, the
pressure inside you such that you cannot even draw breath.  Your vision
swims, but the fierce joy that rages within you will not be silenced, will
not be disobeyed.  Every part of you is filled with my hard, unyielding
flesh, and you never want it to end.

   Then, slowly, I begin to withdraw from you.  First my finger slides out
of your clenching ass, until only the tip is spreading the tight, tender
hole.  Then, the thick shaft of my cock begins to retreat from the depths
of your pussy.  All at once, sensation returns, and you take a deep,
shuddering breath, dizzy with lust and desire; then the breath is forced
from you as my strong fingers pull you back onto me, your drooling pussy
swallowing my thick penis, my finger penetrating your delicate rosebud
anus, your burning body filled with my hot flesh.  I withdraw again; then
thrust back once more.  The sweet, swollen feeling of me inside you
contrasts with the aching rush as I withdraw, each thrust coming harder and
faster than the one before, stoking the fire of your desperate lust.

   The tempo of our unrestrained fucking increases further, our primal
demand for gratification spurring us on to hotter, harder, fiercer thrusts.
Harder and hotter we fuck, each spurring the other own to greater heights
of passion, our rising desires in perfect sync, until, finally, in a
violent burst of coruscating lights, your long-awaited orgasm explodes
through your trembling, sweat-slick body.  At the same moment you feel my
cock swell deep inside you, hot spurts of creamy cum oozing from between
your swollen lips.  The ecstasy burns through you for what seems like
forever, conscious thought impossible, the only sensation the dull thump of
your distant heartbeat.

   Still buried to the hilt inside your sweet pussy, my fingers trace up
over your buttocks, the small of your back, your shoulder blades, and up
along your arms to the cold metal of the handcuffs.  Unwilling to open your
eyes, you hear a distant metallic click as I unlock the handcuffs and pull
them from your wrists.  Your breath is coming in short pants, your thighs
slippery with the salty cocktail of our combined juices.  Without a word, I
shift my grip on you, cradling you in my arms like a child, and carry your
naked body to the bed, laying you reverentially on the silk sheets.  My
lips brush yours once, then I move to the refrigerator to fetch a chilled
bottle of wine.  You sigh, utterly content, and let your gaze wander across
the room.

   Beyond the muslin drapes, the sky is darkening toward evening. 
Trembling deliciously, you reflect for a moment on the long, hot night
which awaits you; a night which, you realise, has barely begun.



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