This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on October 3rd 2016. The story so far: Paula feels a presence in the house with her, hungry to seduce her. Its touch becomes tangible as it undresses her, binding her to the staircase.
The story continues…
A million invisible eyes now surrounded Paula, observing and exploring her body in every detail. Up close and personal; feasting on her ribs, her rock hard nipples, her flat stomach, her belly button, her slender thighs and feet. But the attention was focused between her legs. Her pussy and ass were scrutinised thoroughly, every fold and crevice picked over. Paula’s arousal was clear. Her labia splayed open, flushed with lust, a thick sheen of pussy juice coating her sex, glistening on her inner thighs. Her clitoris had climbed out from under its hood, crying for attention. She felt the eyes boring into her asshole and pussy.
Paula could feel an infinite and inhuman lust washing over her, the presence’s feelings filling the room, threatening to devour her. The overpowering sensation drove her lust; carnality she had never before experienced. She wanted to be taken by this force, sexually ravaged inside and out.
It loved teasing the hell out of her; it could feel Paula’s deep desires and sexual excitement, her desire to give all of herself over, but she was not in control…
Paula’s clit was as hard and as prominent as her bullet-like nipples. Her juices were dripping from her labia, staining the parquet floor beneath. Those unseen eyes crawled over her body; it was ready to jump her and she wanted it hard!
Paula’s right hand was thrust between her legs, directly onto her pussy, while the left one grabbed her left breast hard and squeezed it repeatedly, as if to let her know who was in charge. Her right hand began to play hard with her pussy, passing her middle and ring finger between her labia above her dripping hole, massaging her clit. Her fingers moved back and forth, faster and faster. Paula was moaning and trembling, her thighs weaving like a flag at the mercy of the wind.
The more Paula’s fingers stroked her pussy hole and clit, the wetter she became. She could feel it around her, over her skin, inside her body and mind. It was playing with her senses. Her pussy throbbed with desire, her G-spot wanted to be pleasured, her juices flowed from her snatch, sticky trails of lust spreading over her pussy and thighs.
Was it playing with Paula’s body for its own pleasure or was it possessing Paula to gorge itself on hers? The fires of Paula’s lust were fanned by the heightened sexual sensations the entity had thrust into her inner being, each of them spurring the other on – Paula’s sexual desires amplified with each forced erotic touch, her invisible companion’s wilful toying with her body encouraged to go further each time Paula responded in body and mind. A whirlwind of sex and sensuality steamrolling into a carnal frenzy.
Paula’s pussy spasmed, wanting to be penetrated, opening and closing as it called for attention. Her fingers were drenched in her own froth; her belly and thighs, the crack of her ass and her peachy cheeks were all coated in her slick lube – her heat rose form her body like a musk. Paula was aching to be filled, to be touched and probed intimately.
The presence could feel Paula’s uncontrollable desire and it was preventing her from getting what she wanted. It wanted her to wait. It wanted her to learn; to submit to its will and desires. Not because it wanted to subjugate her, but because she loved being dominated.
Paula couldn’t measure her pleasure, she had nothing to compare it to – she had never imagined such sexual ecstasy was possible! As her fingers were forced to circle around her dripping hole, she once again felt the intense anticipation. Was this her reward? Was this another lesson? Or was this a punishment?
Juices were dripping from Paula’s pussy, cream flowing in rivulets on her inner thighs and ass cheeks, her thighs trembling with anticipation. She couldn’t bear it anymore; the urge to get fucked was impossible to control! Her fingers were held fast, circling around her pussy slowly, almost torturing her, bringing her closer to the orgasm she was begging for.
Paula was between two worlds – stripped of the control of her own body, yet brought to the very edge by her own hands. Control, that was the secret. It wanted to take control away from Paula, to bring her to an even deeper loss of control. It wanted Paula to let herself go and give herself over.
It held her there for what seemed an eternity but was in reality less than a minute. Paula’s pussy was dripping like a leaking faucet as her fingers circled her pussy hole, driving her crazy. That slow movement was so incredibly intense that soon even this would make her come. She could feel a huge, explosive orgasm building deep within her. It was still some way off, but it was approaching and somehow she was scared of it. What would happen to her if she came without permission?
What it could do to her?
This made Paula realize that although she was without control of her limbs, she was left with enough control to hold her orgasm at bay. In that exact moment Paula’s middle and ring fingers slipped slowly in between her labia, diving deep into her throbbing hole, making her juices gush. Slowly diving deeper and deeper, making loud wet sounds as the fingertips reached for her G-spot. Paula moaned, her left hand squeezing her breast hard, picking at the juicy nipple. Fury. Pure, uncontrolled, fury soaked in burning lust filled Paula. it was coming and it wanted her to come. Hard.
Paula’s right hand began to fuck her harder and faster, arching the middle and ring finger in such a way as to massage her G-spot with each thrust, slapping her clitoris with her own palm. The fingertips were constantly massaging the G-spot, the fingers were fucking her hole harder and harder, juices were spilling everywhere. Wet and squishy noises almost drowned out Paula’s moans of pleasure.
A huge orgasm was moments away. Paula was squirming, the pleasure so hard and unbearable that her body was fighting against it. Her thighs were closing hard on her right hand that was fucking her without mercy. But it didn’t want her to fight, it wanted her to surrender to herself!
A mysterious and incredibly determined force suddenly grabbed Paula’s thighs. The sensation was intense, like invisible hands. The force pulled her up against the wall, raising her up and making her keep her legs wide open. She was suspended in mid-air, her legs spread wide to let her right hand keeping on fucking her G-spot relentlessly. Her fingers fucked her hard and fast, arching to massage and stimulate every inch of that sensitive spot. Juices spilled in a warm rainstorm of pleasure, her thigh muscles tensed, her toes curled as shocks of pure pleasure traveled across her body.
It was fucking her harder and harder; she was slowly slipping over the edge, yet held fast on the precipice as her fingers fucked her pussy, her other hand now drawn to her clit, squeezing it and groping it lustfully. Paula’s rational mind was lost in that perfect moment; pleasure engulfed her body and soul – in that moment it let go of her without leaving her body.
Paula’s pussy opened like a flower, exploding into a hard orgasm. A stream of juices gushed from her hole as her fingers were pulled free from her pussy. Paula, close to screaming through overwhelming pleasure, trembling and squirming like crazy while still suspended in mid-air, convulsed uncontrollably. Suddenly her right hand went straight for her hole to fuck it deeper, pounding and massaging her to another strong squirting explosion that almost made her lose her senses.
The pleasure still embraced Paula’s whole body as it gradually faded away, the last drops of her juices falling from between her legs. The presence was tasting her pleasure, every single wave of bliss and muscular movement – every single cell – it was enjoying her pleasure from inside and out, slowly lowering her back down the wall, to rest on the floor in a puddle of her own warm squirt.
She finally reached the parquet, her skin feeling the warmth of her own juices, drenching her body in liquid lust. The ropes vanished from her arms, leaving her squirming through the last shudders of her orgasm.
Paula knew that this was just the beginning…
To be continued…