Prince Piercing(4)

"I love you in heels and stockings. You're like unwrapping a present. You have so many layers on top, but when you take it off, all the goodies underneath are worth waiting for." Rupert told me and before I could predict what he'd do next, he dropped to his knees in front of me.

He pulled my panties down around my ankles and left them there. The dim light above me flickered as he put his hands on my hips and then rubbed back until he grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands. Massaging gently he buried his face against my crotch. The minute that metal stud touched my clit, I about fell down. Holding hard onto the rope to keep my knees from turning into jelly and hanging by my wrists, I tried to force myself to stay standing.

A minute later, the stud in his tongue start to vibrate against my flesh. He hadn't been lying about having a vibrating stud and it was better than I imagined, his quick strokes with his tongue and pressing it on and off my clit had me quickly grinding my hips against his face pushing against it, seeking out that little vibrating ball and his wet, hot tongue. I wanted more. When he brought one hand between my legs to start massaging the folds of skin, he spread my lips down there gently and worked two fingers inside me.

He stretched me out, I was hot, wet, and I could feel the walls of my vagina spasming around his fingers. I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself from letting out sounds of pleasure as he worked my body into frenzy and my mind into complete mush. The wetness of his tongue mixed with his oral skills had me like putty in his hands. He took me over the edge of my first orgasm and I cried out loudly, unable to stop myself.

Rupert didn't stop there; he kept pushing against my clit as his fingers worked their magic. I was trying to pull away because it was too sensitive, or so I thought. He used his other hand to push on my butt to keep my clit pressed against his mouth and he drove me to a second orgasm that was harder than the first. I lost track after that. All I know is it felt like one large orgasm that just kept coming in waves and had me so I eventually was jerking away from him begging him to give my clit a rest for a minute.

Rupert was laughing when he pulled his head back to look at me. He stood up and grabbed me by the hair, and kissed me hard on my mouth. I could taste my juices on his tongue and lips and I was enthralled. I'd never had orgasms like that before and I hoped that one afternoon would be enough for me. He was the kind of man a woman would fantasize about for the rest of her life after an experience like this.

He had his right hand between my legs and cupped my mound. He was massaging it softly, but he finally left my poor swollen clit alone.

Unzipping his jeans, he pulled out his cock and stroked it. He pushed it against my stomach and I shut my eyes for a moment. He was hot, and thick and bigger than I'd thought he'd be. I wasn't sure if it would fit. When he pulled my leg over his arm, leaving me standing there on one foot, he pushed the tip against the opening of my hole and just let it sit there for a minute. I could feel him rubbing the tip and I was so wet it slid against me easily.


"Please," I begged him. At this point I wasn't thinking anything rational. I just knew I wanted him, I wanted him to fill me and this was one of the hottest, most erotic days I'd ever had. Just fill me. That's all I could think about.

He continued to tease me and had me panting and begging him to take me. Eventually he took pity on me and thrust inside me in one, hard thrust. It fit, but I stretched around him almost painfully for a minute before my body adjusted. As he started to grind his hips against me, pulling in and out he kissed me again, his hand on the back of my head and his arm still holding my leg up to give him better access.

I flexed my stomach muscles the best I could to squeeze his cock as it stroked my insides. I liked the way it felt, and it felt good to make my muscles milk him. He apparently thought so too, because he groaned into my mouth as he worked himself in and out of me.

I wasn't thinking rational, or logically, if I had been, I would have realized we weren't practicing safe sex and would have said something, but in the heat of the moment, I just wanted it raw, and natural, and loved the heat of his cock. He was the first and only person I'd ever been with where I hadn't used protection.

That should have been a sign to me right there that my feelings for him were more than just sex. I let him use my body in a way no one else ever had.

He worked himself up to a climax, I could feel him shudder, and he froze as his entire body shook against mine. His hot juices filled me inside, and he stood there for a moment, not pulling out yet. When he finally did, I could feel some of the hot mess run down my legs. It was an experience to remember.

I had been used, filled, and left a satisfied mess. The better question in all of this was would I hate myself in the morning, and had I just done something I'd seriously regret later.

He untied me, and held me in his arms for a moment. He helped me pull my panties back up and put my skirt on, and didn't say a word. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I didn't know where to start. When we walked out of the storage room of the barn, he didn't say anything to me at first. I wasn't sure if I was grateful, or upset that he seemed to be ignoring me, now that he used my body.

"Next time, I intend to get you fully naked, and have my way with those tits of yours too. I bet you're the kind of dirty girl who'd like a hot load all over her chest." He whispered to me as I walked through the barn doors. He laughed as I stumbled when I heard his words.

The jerk.