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“I was thinking we could spice things up a little. You know, book us one of the other rooms. Maybe the room with the pillory device. In there I could be a very, very bad criminal who needs shackling, and you would be the prison officer who punishes me for my naughty ways.”
Troy threw his head back and laughed. “Maybe next time, huh?”
Leah’s eyes brightened. “So you’d want there to be a next time? Maybe book a room here for a few hours... just us, no phones, no family, no work.”
Troy skimmed his fingers across her cheek. Such a gentle touch. “Of course, I would. I would want to do whatever you wanted to.”
“But it wouldn't be for me,” Leah replied. “it'll be for you.”
Troy laughed again. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say. But the pillory device would be for you, right?”
“Well, if you'd want to shackle my neck, hands, and feet, rendering me immobile and leaving my ass exposed, who would it really be for?”
Troy took Leah’s chin between his index and thumb and pulled her in for a kiss. “Next month, for our One year anniversary, we'll book the pillory room.”
Leah hummed, amused as Troy leaned in to kiss her again, deeper, more passionately.
I could see the wanton desire as his tongue delved into her mouth.
She cupped his crotch, making him groan, and he broke the kiss, immediately beginning to unbutton her shirt.
“Get on the bed. You've got me all worked up just picturing you in that pillory device. I want you on the bed, now. Ass in the air.”
Leah grinned, slipping her ring off and placing it safely in his pocket, and soon enough, they were both naked. Leah hurriedly got on her knees with her forehead to the mattress. Then she wiggled her ass impatiently as Troy quickly knelt behind her, wasting no time.
They fit together with a familiarity and ease that I rarely had the privilege of witnessing. These two really knew each other.
Leah and Troy were emotionally and physically in tune with one another, and their f*****g was like a rhythmic tide of the perfect ebb and flow.
Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he claimed her, over and over, gripping her ass so firmly that his nails were carving love moons into her flesh.
His muscles clenched as he f****d her, driving into her with such precision and agility that her whines grew louder and louder. They were sexy vocal notes of intense pleasure.
Her breast jiggled with every thrust and his balls slapped against her ass as he occasionally dispelled a loud grunt.
She met each thrust with equal pressure and I found myself unable to move my eyes away from them. The sight of her bare back, glistening with sweat, her moans of pleasure filling the room...
I was helplessly squeezing my di*k.
"You're so f*****g perfect," he panted, drilling into her until she began to tremble. Then he growled. “Let go.”
Obediently, with a strangled scream, she came undone, exploding around his d**k. Her body jerked as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her nails unapologetically digging into the bed sheet as she rode out the orgasm.
Now that her needs were met, he was ready to satisfy his own.
A true gentleman.
That's when he really began to f**k her. Hard and deep, thrusting into her with all his strength, as though he had only been holding back, waiting to use her c*m as lube.
“I am going to f**k you until I’m sated. Right now, I’m way too hungry to stop.”
Leah gave an eager groan, very much into the pleasure-pain duo and I was living for it.
He rammed into her, savoring the feel of her pu*sy gripping him, while the tremors still rippled through her body.
He growled like a primal beast, no longer with gentle hands and soft moans. He was a hungry lion. Their momentum shook the bed with hips flexing, backs arching, and muscles straining.
Troy reached around her, his hand finding her cl*t as his fingers played her nub like a fiddle. He knew exactly which chords to strike, which song to play and soon Leah was singing along in a high-pitched squeal.
It must have been the last straw because just then, Troy broke, spasming with a loud groan. He pumped his load deep into Leah’s p***y, raw, no condom, no pull-out, and Leah moaned as she took it all, every last drop.
“Gosh, I swear you'll be the death of me.” Troy breathlessly chuckled as he collapsed on top of her.
With his weight and her weakened, still trembling limbs, she fell onto the mattress.
“I thoroughly enjoyed that” Troy mumbled, rolling both of them to their sides as he held her close. “I wanna stay right here, like this, forever.”
Leah chuckled. “You’d hear no objections from me.”
They lay like that for a few minutes, her back nestled into his chest, his co*k still inside her. His fingers brushed up and down her arms soothingly, occasionally running gentle strokes across her stomach as he planted soft kisses against her shoulder.
I could honestly say, I’ve seen plenty of couples who’d done many scenes together. Scenes that were wild and crazy, scenes that were scorching hot, and filthy, even some that would defy belief.
But I rarely got to see scenes that were so full of love. Passionate and fierce and yet so tender and sweet and intimate.
I got the best of both worlds with these two.
What they had was something incredibly special that withstood the test of time.
As they begrudgingly rolled off the bed and began getting dressed, they struck up an effortless conversation about their day.
“Oh wait, that reminds me,” Leah said. “Your big sister called to remind me of the twin's birthday party. Apparently, we are in charge of collecting the cake. She already has the one she wants picked out.”
"And is it paid for already?"
Leah laughed, shaking her head. "She said you can count that as your contribution."
"She's something else." Troy mused as he sat putting on his shoes.
"Oh, and she told me to remind you to call her... I have a feeling cake won't be your only contribution"
Troy snorted as he stood, and walked over to Leah, stooping at her feet to help her slip into her heels. “I'll call her later... Are you ready to go home?”
Ah! That word, again... Home.
I was truly happy for them.
Leah smiled, as Troy dug into his pocket and gently took her hand, placing the ring back on. Then she wrapped her hand around his arms lovingly, almost blushing. "I am. It's been quite a long, eventful day."
Troy nodded as he held the door for her, and she released him, leading the way out. But her voice trailed behind her as she angled her head slightly over her shoulder. “Do you think we should book our next month's session on our way out?"
“Yeah, definitely,” Troy grinned, stepping out behind her. “I can’t wait to have you pilloried.”
Leah laughed, and the door closed behind them, and I was left with a rumpled bed in an empty room, a warm, fuzzy feeling in my soul, and a rock-hard co*k in my pants.
I noted on the job sheet that the scene was complete and all went well. As for the notes section, I made sure to add my request to watch any, and all future scenes with these two.
Because I most definitely wanted to be–
THE GUARD ON DUTY!!
Always!
~The End~
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