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Finding Sanity Part 2


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Disclaimer: My own original work, my own fantasies.

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Her breathing grew heavy, her eyelids falling.  Nude and waiting for the return of her Master, chiquita rested her forehead against the tinted window of their suite.  The city lights were a soft glow. People walking back and forth, cars and buses s***ding and slowing down.  

One hand cupped her breast, fingers gently tugging at the nipple, plucking and rubbing the tight, hard bud. The other hand hovered between her thighs. Finger tips teasing the tuft of hair.  She moaned, squeezing her thick thighs together, her pussy already squeezing an imaginary cock.  

"Master..." She whimpered. He hadn't told her not to touch. Those weren't in his explicit rules before he had left. But it felt so wrong to try and touch herself anyway. Especially when she could still remember his words the last time...

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"Mine. My pet. My slut. My whore. Mine!" He had driven each one home, punctuating his meaning with every hard thrust against her body. He had stared into her eyes and she couldn't look away. 

She didn't want to look away. 

"Yes Daddy, yours, all yours." It had barely come out, a whisper in the chaos. Her orgasm had been cresting, reaching that edge and teetering along. Waiting for his words.

"Fuck.... Oh, fuck yes." His body grew taught, thrusts coming a little faster now. "Yes baby, cum. Cum for Daddy." His voice right there in her ear, lips brushing against her cheek. "NOW!" He had growled the words, holding her hips hard and fast against himself.  

She couldn't do anything but cum. She cried out, long and low. Her hands struggling to free themselves, needing to wrap around her Master, her Daddy. With wrists still bound by Daddy's leather belt, she looped her arms around his neck, needing him closer. Needing him far closer than their bodies could allow. 

She chanted "I love you," and "more, please Daddy, more," over and over again. When he came, it was in thick squirts, deep within her body. "Yes baby, you take it. You fucking take it all. All of Daddy's cum, baby. Fuck." 

He collapsed on top of her, holding her close even as his cock pulsed within her pussy. He had kissed her neck, stroking her. And she had lain content. His. All his. 

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It was little wonder why it felt so wrong to touch herself now. She didn't belong to herself. She belonged to  him... 

"Please, Master..." She whimpered, eyes still closed, one hand tugging at her breast, the other hovering over her thighs. She breathed deeply, needing Master so badly that she could already taste his scent. It teased her, playing at her lips. She swore she could already feel the heat of his body against her. She wanted him so badly, she could almost feel the strength of his arms wrapped around her waist. Right behind her. 

"You're a daisy if you do, chiquita,"  

She opened her eyes, her mouth forming a soft 'oh' before they connected with a reflection of green eyes in the window. Oh fuck.... 

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XO

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Im so loving your story dianaS, so beautifully written and totally engaging. Thank you for sharing and please tell us more. I’m so looking forward to reading about chiquita’s fate. 

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