valyar on Collarspace

5/19/2008 11:03:55 AM

I like the sight of it. Be it a girl or a woman tied to my bed. Arms stretched painfully away to the far corners of the mattress, meeting up with the ropes and ties that bind her in place. I in particular like fat girls. Strapped in place with their thick thighs and arms pressing into the mattress. Their tempting juicy wide asses spread out beneath them… I like the way their over-sized breasts lay outward, with thick large Areolas and hard stiff nipples upright at attention waiting for me….Waiting for me to rend, twist, bite and use as had painful hand-holds whilst I penetrate their owners lower regions in vicious strokes. I like how fat tits puddle unto their owners chests, pressing down upon them spreading outward. I like how their tits flesh merges with thier chest and bellies, in curves, dips and valleys. Great volumes of sexual flesh that will eagerly please my needs for biting and bruising. But, thin, fat or in-between... Strapped to my bed is the sight and feeling I so enjoy as of late. Legs free to kick, mouth and face uncovered. I WANT them to scream. I WANT to see the tears and the fear in thier eyes. The feeling is immeasurable. Sliding up my subdued sex thing. Resting upon her chest feeling her tits hot and sticky beneath me. Smelling the scent of sweat, the sweetness of fear and utter subservience. When my hand touches the nipple, I feel a hot cock hardening desire to rip it free. I enjoy every moment utter cruelty placed into each vessel. 1st the right, then the left. Mauling the mounds of flesh secondly.. feeling their soft supple nature. The yielding pudgy fatness gripped into my fist after I opened my hand... and encompass as much of that sex organ as possible and rend it with my hands, my face pressed against theirs. Listening to every grunt that is made trying not to scream or cry. Smelling the salty liquid stream from her eyes. The fell of a pulse is erotic. It is pure lust to me. To see each beat, to feel each throb. My face inches from theirs. My hand on my sex things neck. The eyes, so pleading. But also ready, willing…. needing. Squeezing is easy. It’s a simple push of my wrist, a closure of my hand, until I feel the pulse thick and heavy in every part of my being. But The feel of a constricted pulse is unbelievable. It effects my cock, it begins to throb with Every beat… “I want to cum!”... “I want to cum!”... “I want to cum!”...” I want to cum!”... My breath reflects my sex toy’s own…its haggard and drawn with deliberate force. When she doesn’t breath, I hold my breath. I don’t know why. When they squirm, writhe, struggle my pelvis grinds inward. Pleasurably rubbing my cock into them. I can feel their hot clinched sex fighting me. Denying me with tight firmly pressed together thighs. When my lover gasps or gurgles my own whore like moan escapes my lips. Like a animal I hoarsely grunt, croon and shout…. I Press harder still until breath is mere gurgles and grunts. Barley gasps even. They make mewling sounds in their throats that can not escape….....I listen to them.......My head placed upon their neck and collar bone. Every sound made drifts directly into my ear… and travels straight to my cock. Every chocking gasp presses my hardened shaft against them......I Squeeze harder......Streams of tears pour down reddened cheeks. The only sound that can be made is that muffled cry that will never see the end of a tongue. Arms thrash in their bindings. The fat slut of my lust bucks, struggles as her checks darken… Legs part in a desperate attempt to throw me free. Hot smells escape my sex things loins and travels to my nose. I smell it. I smell the hotness in the sex. The need for breath outweighs my need to fuck. The desperate thrashings serve my needs… Its brutal. Each of my knees kick the thighs apart further. Attempts to close them is meet with open, raw lust that nothing will contain. My eyes are locked on theirs as they plead uselessly to breath........The whore.... She will not breath until I cum. The plunge in is terrible. Dry. Pushing through the lips with my weight behind me. No stopping to pull out and press in again with the last strokes moisture. No not for you. She will give me my cry and my pain. Pressing in, all in one stroke is brutal. But sweet...Eyes wide in utter pain look up to me. Feeling the convulsing sex organ wrapped around my cock...................oh god.... the feeling........................Thrashing and bucking to and fro as I plunge in and out as fast and hard as I can…. It is so delicious. So hot…. whimpers…. .crys…. they infect me with a sexual fervor and level of intoxication I cannot describe. My cock delivers sensations I cannot control. If I do not cum now.. I will not cum at all. My hand tightens to the extreme. My body rigidly falls onto my lover. My thrusts now stutter as I bite onto a nipple and scream into the fat puddle of a breast. Cuming in short explosive thrusts. My lover in her final throughs arches her back, braces to endure that few seconds. With no way to maintain my grip my hands slip, gagging cries suddenly echo my cries of sheer a animal orgasm… their mixing completing the need, the hunger…. And filling it for now… until another time…