[F4A] Speechless

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My wrists are tied over my head. My legs are spread open to him, exposed. I squirm at his touch.

I whimper as he whispers into my ear, telling me I'm his. Telling me he's gonna take me tonight. Telling me to beg for his cock.

And I do. My voice cracks and I turn into a desperate squirming mess. It's easy at first.

Please sir, give me your big hard cock. But the longer I'm tied, the more I'm exposed, the harder it becomes to think straight. My voice cracks a bit as my breathing grows more shallow.

Please, I beg, desperation seeping into my words. I need you sir. How long has it been? I have no idea.

It feels like hours. He's left my panties on, but the rest of me is naked. Even though my pussy is covered, I still feel exposed.

The panties he picked for me. The panties he watched me put on for him. He touches me everywhere.

Exploring every inch of my body. Gentle, warm, soft, loving. He is exploring me.

Watching how I move, how I breathe, and how I respond to each and every touch. I tell him how good it feels, because I need him to know what he's doing to me. I give him my words just as easily as I give him my body.

I tell him his touch feels so good. It liberates me. It arouses me.

I guide him with my words, telling him everything I'm feeling. I tell him he's beautiful. He's perfect.

And I'm his. And I want to turn him on. I do my best to seduce him.

I tell him how much I need his cock inside me. How I worship it. How beautiful it is.

He presses the head of the Hitachi against my pussy and turns it on, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I squirm even more, pressing into the vibrator, feeling my frustration grow. My begging starts to reflect my desperation.

Oh my god, please. Please. I need you inside of me.

Please. I tell him I want to be his fuck toy. His cum doll.

His dirty little cocksucker. I will do anything to please him. And the more I say it, the more true it becomes.

Please fuck me, sir. He laughs softly. Not yet.

He whispers in my ear, his breath hot as it washes over me. He kisses my earlobe and draws it into his mouth, biting it. It hurts, but the pain shoots right to my clit and I groan, feeling the vibrator teasing and tormenting me.

He knows what it does to me. He knows everything. I'm yours.

I promise him. I'm not sure I can hold back. I'm getting close.

My body isn't mine anymore. It is his and he's playing it like an instrument. Just as I'm about to explode, he pulls the vibrator away.

I raise my hips, hungry and needy. I hear myself growl. Words are coming out of my mouth, but I don't know what I'm saying.

I'm past frustrated. I'm desperate. I tug at my bonds and I'm not pleading, promising.

I'll do anything. Anything. I'm begging him.

It isn't play. It's what I really feel. I will.

I'll do anything. Just please let me come. I struggle to find the right words.

The ones that will convince him. The ones that'll let him know exactly what I'm feeling. The things I have to tell him.

I'm yours. I need you. I love you.

Tears start to flow. He's silent, watching, calculating, enjoying seeing me this way. I feel my muscles aching from exhaustion, yet I still fight through it, pressing toward him, aching first touch.

Please help me. I beg over and over. Please.

My words are all that I have. If I could just find the right ones, then maybe he'll take pity. Maybe he'll enjoy seeing me come.

Maybe he'll give me the release that I need. Because now, I need it. Words are my everything, and I'm trying to give them to him.

But I can't find them. My mind is blank, and when I look at him through the tears in my eyes, I just see him watching me, smiling. His fingers trace over my pussy lips through my panties.

I can feel that they're soaked, sticking to me. His fingertip finds my clit and presses against it, and I press back into him again. Yes, right there.

Oh god, please. And just as I'm about to come, he stops. I burst into tears.

All I can say is, please, over and over again. No word can cut through the fog in my brain. If I can just say it enough, if I show him just how desperate I am, then maybe, maybe, please.

Where have my words gone? That one is all that I have. Please.

But I know it's not enough. Something cold touches my thigh, just beside my pussy. I look down, and I see his knife sliding under the bottom of my panties, effortlessly slicing through them.

Then the other side. They fall away, and I feel the coolness of the air against my wet, aching, throbbing pussy. It makes it feel better, and it makes it feel worse.

I'm grateful for the sensation, but also tormented by it. Please just touch me, I whimper. But he doesn't.

He just slides my panties off from underneath me. He holds them to my nose, and I feel my own wetness against my face. I smell myself.

I can't hide it. As he pulls them away, the scent lingers under my nose. My wetness.

My arousal. My desire. It feels like it's coating my face.

Like at that moment, it's all I am. This wet little fuck doll. It makes me even wetter, and I swear I can feel myself dripping tiny droplets from my pussy sliding down my pelvis and inner thighs.

Every time I inhale, I smell myself again, and it gets worse. I love you. I tell him.

He smiles. Say it again. He responds gently.

And I do. I keep saying it. I love you.

I love you. I love you. I only stop when I feel the fabric of my wet panties pressing against my lips.

I open my mouth and accept them. They fill my mouth completely, and I can feel my wetness now against my tongue. I can taste myself.

When I breathe through my nose, I feel my stomach fill with butterflies, and I feel my cunt contract. Hungry and needy, wanting him inside me. I try to repeat the words, but they come out muffled and unintelligible.

I close my eyes and inhale deep. I feel him touch my cheek and then run his fingers over my lips. He presses a strip of white sticky tape over my lips, sealing the panties in my mouth.

I try to open my mouth, but I can't. I try to speak again, but my words are even more muffled now as he adds another strip of tape a little higher and then a third. My face is covered in tape from just below my nose down to my chin.

He takes his time running his fingers over my taped lips, touching my cheeks. I look into his eyes as he plays with my taped face. All I have now is my eyes.

He leans down and presses his lips against me. I want his kiss, but I can barely feel him. He's so close and so far.

I want to tell him everything, but I can't. He's taken my words. I want to beg for his cock, but I can't.

He's taken my words. All I want is to beg to be his fuck doll, but I can't. He's taken my words.

All I have is my eyes and he's looking at me, looking into them. He brushes my hair away from my face and lowers himself on top of me. I try to adjust my legs, but I can't move them.

A combination of the cut but I can't move them. A combination of the cuffs which hold me spread and the weight of his body on top of me. I feel his hard cock against my belly, pressing into me.

I want it inside me. I need it inside me. But without my words, all I can do is wait.

All I can do is be what he's turned me into. His silent, bound, helpless fuck toy. As his body compresses into mine, I can smell his scent mixed with my own each time I breathe.

My mind switches off. No thinking, no words, just feelings. I am speechless.

I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my wet pussy lips, slowly pressing, opening me. I don't need my words anymore. I just need to be his.

As his cock slides inside me, I squeeze my cunt around him, pressing my hips into him. It's all I can do. I feel him inside me and hear him groan as his cock fills me, slowly, gently, sliding deeper and deeper.

I'm so wet, I can hear myself. I'm wet, sloppy, hungry, needy. Speechless.

He starts to fuck me, slowly at first, and then harder and harder. I feel his body start to sweat, and it feels good, pressed against me. I'm trying to fuck him too, but I can't.

I can't move. I can't speak. I can't beg.

I'm helpless. I'm speechless. I am his fuck toy, his doll to use as he sees fit.

I watch him and listen. I feel every single movement. I know his cock.

I know how he fucks. And when he's ready, I know. And I arch my back and squeeze my cunt around his cock.

Desperate moans escape from under the panties and tape keeping me silent. I start to cum. Hard.

My body shaking. My eyes closed tight. My thoughts and words vanished.

I'm nothing but a vessel for him. His. Every inch of me.

Something for him to fill. I feel him pumping his cum deep inside me, filling me. He collapses on top of me, not moving for a few moments.

I feel his breathing slowly return to normal. His head is next to mine, forehead pressed down so I can't see him. I feel my bondage even more acutely now.

I'm looking up at the ceiling, my arms and legs bound, my mouth taped. Under him, still. Silent.

Helpless. He stands up and leaves me that way, and I can feel his cum in my pussy, slowly starting to leak out of me. He watches me, standing over me.

His hand runs through my hair. He's silent, but I feel his love for me. He wants to let it all sink in, and he knows that leaving me this way, bound, gagged, filled with his cum is what I need.

He wants me to be his fucktoy for just a little longer. When he unties me, he releases my legs first, and then my arms, leaving my mouth taped. He draws me close and holds me.

I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them, feeling his cum slowly dribbling from my pussy. He pets my head and kisses my forehead. I find my way into his arms.

As he gently peels the tape from my lips and removes my panties, I feel the tears start to roll down my cheeks. I press my face against his beautiful, strong chest, and he holds me while I let out everything. I cry and I cuddle and I press against him, but I don't say a word.

Because even though he's given my words back to me, the reality is that just like always, he's left me speechless.