Tossing and writhing, kicking my feet against the floor, wiggling and squirming wildly beneath ya has tired me out to the point of complete exhaustion. And, excitement. I cannot for the life of me believe how wet I've become, how turned on I am. I'm being beaten, subdued and humiliated by a gal, a sexy, gorgeous gal, who's practically half my age and size. And, apparently, also quicker, faster and more determined. She took the fight right to me even though it was me who threw down the challenge in the first place. She had an answer, a fierce response and a smart counter for everything I whipped at her. She he had completely, almost effortlessly, dominated me in this hot, steamy motel room. I should be mortified, I should be feeling ready to crawl into a hole and never peek my shamed head out from it ever again. But while I do feel that lingering anger bubbling inside, right now, as this teenage kitten is riding my ass and shoving my face into the crimson satin sheets, I feel a much stronger, a far more potent wave of arousal..
Nnhh..
I must have passed out. I start to come around when I notice I'm no longer kneeling over the edge of the heart-shaped bed. I've been dragged onto it, laying in a heap in the center of the heart. I also realize except for my legs, which are still encased in thigh-high fishnet stockings, I'm practically nude. My leopard print bikini stripped off my buxom, battered figure, my curvaceous body on full display. I feel my teenage rival hovering above me from behind, positioning herself near my legs. I let out a moan, my cheeks blushing hard as I realize another thing: she beat me. That's when I feel a soft kiss of silk rope against my upturned ass. I blush lightly, instantly reminded of those constant taunts I'd send her way. 'Bout how I was gonna spank her silly when I got my hands on her. She's now spanking ME, with my OWN rope! I just can't.. I tilt my head back, my eyes shut, my cheeks rosy red, and my teeth sinking into my lower lip to stifle the gasps that come with every spank. They aren't painful, more like firm pinches, it's the embarrassment of being spanked by a younger gal that gets me riled up - in more ways than just anger..
"NNnhh.."
My gasps melt into savory moans as I feel ya lean down over me and lap and kiss my cheeks. Your lips feel so soft, so smooth. They probably taste delicious, too. Maybe it's from feeling so weak and worn out, or more likely from the intense lust that's swelling within me, but the more ya kiss and lick my face the more I lean against ya, moaning louder, wanting to fully taste that mouth and tongue. In a far and distant part of my lust-hazed mind I just cannot believe my body's betraying me like this -- actually WANTING my teenage rival to molest me and have her way with me! But GAWD, this feels so damn good..
That's when I feel her take my arms and pull them behind my back. My eyes widen, a gasp erupting from my lips, as I feel that same silk rope now wrapping around my bare wrists! I grit my teeth and my cheeks blush so hard as my young adversary begins to tie me up. The humiliation that's burning inside me is so great that I begin to squirm and fight back against ya, but I have no real strength to properly resist. I just tug gently at the ropes that bind my wrists together behind my back, shifting and turning on my hips, my large breasts rubbing down on the satin sheets, erect nipples dragging into the mattress. My flowing platinum blonde mass of hair shifts from side to side as I shake my head against the red velvet pillows in front of me, and I moan deeply as ya finish tying me up tightly, rendering me helpless. I wanna resist, I feel the need to fight back, to escape my bindings and break free from your clutches -- but the feel of those silk ropes on my skin, the helplessness of my situation, it saps my strength, and drains my will to struggle. I do struggle, but not very fierce, more like sensual sliding of my legs, grinding of my hips, and lot's and lot's of lustful moans.. And, despite my peril, I'm still getting wetter by the moment.
I shudder beneath ya. Another moan escapes my mouth as yet again ya grab onto my hair, and yank my head back. Your pretty face is close to my ear, and ya whisper something to me that makes me shiver again. Ya lick my face once more as well, but it's not as inviting or affectionate as the licks from earlier -- this is more of a sign of dominance, of possession. I'm yours now, your helpless prisoner, your bitch, and ya want me to say it. Admit those humiliating words. For a moment, I almost do. Caught up in my intense arousal, in my deep, suffocating humiliation, in my wrecked and battered and burning state, I nearly utter those words to ya. But something holds my tongue, something keeps me from admitting those words. I'm breathing hard and heavily, my chest heaving against the sheets. I strain on my bonds, knowing full well that they're tied securely and that I'm helpless in your hands. Stubborn old gal that I am, I may be beaten and tied up, but you're not gonna make me say those things THAT easily..
Even if you're gripping my hair tightly, a move that you've been doing to me all night, and, admittingly, shamefully, a move that I've been secretly enjoying all night as well.. even if ya hold my hair in your hand and clutch my head back, I manage to turn my face so that we're glaring directly into each other's eyes. Our flustered faces are close, kissably close, your breath washes over mine and vice versa. The tips of our noses brush together, our eyes just peering deeply into one anothers. Gawd.. you're so damn pretty -- prettier than me -- even if you've got that big, cocky, smug grin on your sexy mouth. I lean a lil' closer, and purr against those luscious lips.
"... No, kiddo.."
