Grab the Drugs
Inside the bureau, I found a few vials of different shades, varying the spectrum of purple to red. “There’s some pixie dust and Euphoria in there,” I heard him say as I noticed two other containers with lighter substances, white to yellow. Orange belonged to tiny pills.
In a little black box, I found pre-rolled cannabis cigarettes. I pulled one out and lit it. I also grabbed a dark yellow container and returned to the bed.
Placing the joint between his lips, I opened the container and dipped my in it, allowing him to suck it off like a baby. His tongue swished my nipple ring around, causing my skin to harden. My eyes closed, and I rolled my neck from side to side, relaxing in pleasure, purring.
His teeth clenched down and trapped my ring, yanking on my nipple. When he released it, I pulled away and shook a finger at him, “no, no, no…” I had spotted a leather strap on the wall and a rubber paddle next to it.
The handle of the paddle was firm oak when I picked it up, but the rubber had a nice wriggle to it, one that would leave a mark. I left a red splotch on the inside of his thigh, opposite to the bite marks of where I had bit him before. When he jerked back, the pulling of his hands made the bed sheet pull tighter across his neck.
The music seemed to turn dotty, volume low. Things seemed to turn slower and exaggerated. Was there an echo, or was I in a tunnel?
My skin itched, and it seemed to be his fault. He needed to be punished, so I slashed at him again, this time with the rubber across the face, leaving him looking blushed. The color seemed a nice touch.
“It’s pretty potent stuff,” he warned. “A dab’ll do ya,” he flinched when I hit him again. “I just wanted to say something before you got too crazy with that Euphoria.”
Squinting my eyes at him, reefed the used condom off of him, allowing it to slosh onto the mattress as I flung it. I dipped the tip of his penis into the substance, before closing it up and setting it atop the bedside table with a resounding thud that seemed to echo louder than the repeating rings surrounding the entrance of a pebble into water. My body twitched involuntarily.
Snapping his leg once more with the rubber, I threw it to the side and lollipopped down on his dick. The bitter substance tanged, causing my body to twitch again, with his cock in my mouth, feeling the vibration, but not the teeth. My tounce flickered on top of his pee hole and the underside of his mushroom tip.
While my right hand stroked the length of his cock, left played with his balls and massaged his taint. I noticed the muscles in his legs tense up, as he dug into the bed, shaking almost to an involuntary twitch, stomach muscles taunt. He was clenching his ass and inhaling sharply.
“Do what you want to do,” I looked him in the face, then bobbed back down on his cock. My hands held the cheeks of his ass, and my nails dug into a half moon around his ass crack, one finger from each hand going into his ass. Thrusting his cock down my throat, I aimed for the base, leaving a trail of drool as I sucked upward repeatedly.
The first taste of his cum had the bitter taste of Euphoria, which numbed my throat on the way down. My tongue was like a snake’s, flickering back and forth. As he clenched his ass on the final squirt, my nails dug into his ass, then released.
My vision was frame by frame, but I knew I could handle just a touch more, so I dipped his mushroom tip back into the container and hopped on it before it had the chance to consider becoming flaccid. Thrusting his pelvis into mine, choking himself with the sheet as his whole body pulled off the bed, a tiny moaning scream escaped me. Though I tried to be silent, I could not help it from happening again, but I bit down on my lip to try to muffle it.
I could hear somebody cough and something either falling or being kicked. Other people were still here, still in this house. If I listened really closely in between the silence of music, I could almost hear somebody smoking.
Paranoia existed only for a minute, as he plunged inside me. I noticed ash on the mattress from the joint. There was still half left.
Stealing it from his lips, I puffed away jollily. I watched the embers glow brighter. Then I just held my breath and let my head balloon away.
As I exhaled, I was more dancing on his cock to the music than anything else, hip wriggling from side to side in tiny circles, jerking lightly on the way up and down as each the rhythm hit. My arms reached up in the air, stretching up as I smiled. I lulled my neck around, allowing vertebrae to crack.
Shivering as he hit my g-spot, I bit down on my lip and inhaled through my nose. Absorbing the sensation into me, echoing, resounding throughout my body that seemed to have grown lighter than a feather. Floating as if I were falling through the sky and only carried by the wind, I swam.
Intense light shone out of me and into sweat. Our bodies were becoming one, melding into one soul. I lost track of where I stopped and he started, as we shared mutual orgasm.
I took another hit of the joint and put it back into between his lips for one last puff before roaching, then hopped off of him. Feeling some mercy and wanting to see what tricks he had up his sleeve, I untied his arms and legs. He stretched out, rubbing each of his wrists.
Locking eyes with me, he shook his head from side to side. He stood up, cracked his back, bent over and put his head into my bust. Arms enveloped me, and my legs wrapped around him.
Picking me up, he slammed me against the wall and down onto his cock. I braced against the wall, and he positioned his hands under my ass, bouncing me up and down. His cock machine gunned inside of me.
Spinning around, I gyrated against him as he lowered me gently back onto the bed. My legs released their grip, and he lifted them up, a little shocked to see how far he could press them back. I flaunted my flexibility.
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