I could feel him, his weight on me as I lay there, beneath my velvet like black pelt blanket. I my limbs were heavy with sleep and splayed either side of my bed, my breath pushing my stomach into the mattress. I was a sprawling sleeper, being a hair under five feet ten I was a woman that needed a bed with space with no one to impede the shear length of my limbs as I turn. The weight, feel of another didn’t alarm me, in fact that hard cock that was grinding against my arse was feeling pretty damn good and I responded by arching my back and pushing back. The hand that snaked up my back and grabbed a handful of my hair, snaked back just as quickly forcing me to arch my not only my back but my neck too. My heart jolted into action from the starting point of languid slumber was now hammering in my chest and not a word had been said. The pounding echoed in my nipples, not quite pain, not as yet pleasure, slightly swollen and sore from his administrations yesterday. A swinger’s beach was not the place to find a girl from the northern beaches of Sydney. Well perhaps it was, who knows the ‘stereo typical’ person that goes to a swinger’s beach. I had gone there inflicted with a mixture of curiosity, horror, excitement, danger and of breaking taboo’s, when I picked the beach at my friends query, I knew. I knew I was safe with him but I also knew I would end up fucking him. The swinger’s beach consisted of a long beach front with a freshwater lake or two behind the dunes and access road. I walked in, not unlike I was now. Nervous, excited, horrified I was doing this and keen to grind my crotch against his with his cock buried up his balls inside me. Again, even with my back arched, I push back against the hardness pressed against my arse, now his other hand was wrapped around my throat, feeling the rapid beat of my heart anintenselyvulnerable position. His hand knotted in my hair pulls tighter and I moanunable to keep pushing back. My still sore nipples suffer the concquences and are ground down against the bed, just for a split second I wish I was a person like liked a feather top mattress. I start to turn my head to look around at him. Not that it will make any difference the curtains on my Indonesian wedding bed are jet black and at night you may as well have been opening your eyes in a bucket of crude oil. His fingers around my throat tighten around my jaw forcing my face back away from him. I’m so wet I can feel the lack of friction as the blacket is forced in a scrunched wad between my legs, his weight dry fucking me hard against the bed. I want more.Panting I do as I’m ‘told’ facing away from him. I feel his hands leave me as his weight moves off me and I automatically go to look. The blanket is ripped off and I get a sharp slap on my arse in warning, my squeal seems almost quiet to the echo of the slap and I remain sprawled face down on the bed, head turned only enough to breath. With my heart pounding in my ears and pussy, I’m not sure which is louder, the blankets are pulled completely from me and I feel the chill of the predawn air crawl over me in a wave of goose-pimple flesh. His mouth is on my shoulder and his teeth gently nip me as his fingers stop and slide something over my head, it feels warm and knitted, knowing the feel of my camping balaclava I open my eyes and see nothing… for a moment Im confused and then I realise he has put it on with the eye holes at the rear. My breath catches and I can feel the lust rise higher and my breasts feel heavier and fuller the nipples aching and sensitive against the cotton sheet. His hands flow down my arms and gently but forcefully when I offer token resistance, pulling my wrists together behind the small of my back. The sound of the cable zip tie gives it away sooner than the feel of the restraint going on my wrists and I can’t help but let a moan escape my lips with the release of my breath, my insides twisting in such delightful knots… the man behind me, pushes my thighs apart, spreads my inner lips and pushes his fingers into me, no preamble, two fingers just spreading me apart with a slow and sure movement. I could feel his eyes watching me, noting my reaction.
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