Don Juan With A Twist

Her knees turned to rubber as she melted in his arms. Before she realized what was happening to her, she was on her stomach on the bed and her hands were handcuffed behind her back.

"Now my beautiful harem girl, you will serve the sexual whims of the greatest lover of all times. If you do not wish to serve Don Juan, I will give you a safe word and you can say it at any time and you can walk out of here of your own free will." He whispered a word in Stephanie's ear.

Even the feel of his hot breath on her ear excited Stephanie. She had heard the safe word, but she did not wish to escape. The idea of being forced was causing her nipples to get hard and was creating a slow throbbing ache between her legs.

"Yes, I thought you would not try to escape, my lovely." His words caressed her like a feather.

He unsnapped her bra top with a single snap of his fingers, and pulled down her harem pants with a single hard tug. His caressing fingers slid under her and rolled her nipples expertly between his thumb and forefinger.

His hot tongue began a rolling exploration down her neck, back to her ear, down her back, over

the curve of her lower back, down her buttocks, and teasingly over the crack of her ass.

She squirmed and tried to turn her head to see what he was doing.

"Eyes straight ahead, missy," He said sternly.

Stephanie obediently shifted her eyes away. But she longed to look back at him and see those commandingly dark masked eyes. But the idea of having to face forward and not see the man who was possessing her was an incredible turnon. It was almost as if she had been blind folded and forced to take whatever dick, tongue, etc. happened to be available without seeing or knowing who was doing the probing.

"This will never do. Your legs are too tense. You've got your legs clamped together. I'm going to make sure your legs stay open for me so I can tease and torment your naughty pussy until you beg me for release, Stephanie."