They dont have permission

Its late and everyone is pretty much alseep,though i can hear the downstairs tv blaring through my floor. Dads down there watching porn again probably, jacking off like some dirty old man. I've caurght him twice you know. Freaked me out something rotten the first time. I couldnt sleep all night and i avoided him like the plague for days till i had surpressed it. Thing was that encounter squashed my sex drive down to the tiniest speck of an atom. Bless it. Cowaring down there, down there in my lil toe. I couldnt even bare to think about touching myself! And as for fanfic updates, well lets say i couldnt even read my favorite stories. It was so poo, i was so bored for those terrifying scared few weeks.

So back to that night. Where was i, oh yea, everyones asleep, tv on downstairs. So im tapping away in the dark on me laptop, sprawled on my bed bored beyond reason cus no one is online (well no one interesting.). So i click on my favorites tab and scroll down till i find my adultfanfiction site. And click on the glorious site. Ah bloody hell they've introduced some stupid online signature thingie. So i fill it in dutifully. WHAT ELSE CAN I DO, they are hording all my lovely stories :(. And there they are. All 175 pages of slash erotica. mmmm what more can i ask for. Harry and Draco shagging like bunnies in anyway possible that delights even the dullest of sex drives. Scrolling through i notice quite a few updates have been made to stories i have been following, but i cant be bothered with those tonight. I want hard, short, blood racing oneshots. Clickin on one that seems mighty interesting. I begin to read. This story wastes no time whats so ever. It jumps straight in to the sex. Harry's there chained on a bed on his stomach... haha you'll have to find the story. But im reading and my breathe gets shallower, forming into a slight pant, my index finger is prodding the down button furiously to keep up with the rate of my reading, the hunger to get to the climax. I can feel my heart pounding into the matress as im lying on my stomach, i ca feel the heat between my legs, pressure getting tighter, the need to touch myself growing. The familar feel of wetness.. Im so hot, so desperate to touch my heated flesh. But i dont. One rule while reading, no touching. Prolongs the pleasure, the intensity is greater, the enjoyment estouding.

I shudder gently a few times as im reading, further and further into the hot kinky action that is going on inside my minds eye. What a story to come back to. They obviously new i needed something to spark me off. By the time the story is over i can barely stand to not touch myself, barely keep my pesky fingers from delving down and ravishing my clit. As quickly and quietly as i can i rid my desktop of all fanfiction evidence and close the lid on my laptop. Putting it down on the floor beside my bed.

I strip myself of my joggy bottoms and strappy top. Completely naked underneath the quilt. The pressure, heat and throbbing between my legs is beyond tolerable. But im thick willed. I resist touching myself but allow my legs to bend at the knees and spread apart. Lightly, almost ghostly i brush my finger nails over my hard nipples, gasping slightly. I spend a torturous amount of time playing with my nipples, the pressure in my head to touch further down, to where it is needed, to where the screaming is almost to much to resist. I allow flashes of the story to enter my mind, to fuel on the rage in my veins, its fantastic. Im panting heavily by now, my hands running ghostly up and down my sides getting closer and closer to the heat, but pull away just as it thinks it shall be touched. It throbs and screams in frustration. No not yet.

I allow another vision to flash in my head and i run with this story. Its always this story in the end. Always. A man is sitting on a sofa naked and his erection standing high and proud for all to see. His eyes are fixed and a small blonde woman who's teasingly swaying her naked Hips as she walks towards him. Her hair is a glittering golden colour which she has drawn over her left shoulder to tumble down to her waist. As she straddle the man her face split into a cat got the canary smile and groud her dripping heat over his hard flesh to get him ready. She was already ready, its why he’s so hard. She stands up over the man, never breaking the scorching gaze, only to turn around and sit back down allowing the hard member to slide inch by inch into her sensitive warm backdoor. They both groan in satisfaction as more an more is taken in. Once he is seated to the hilt they wait, wait for permission. Their breathing is ragged, their muscles tense with the need to move, to feed the burning ache. But they cant, they don’t have permission.

Another woman appears, this woman has short brown hair just tickling her chin as it sways with her movement. She pads over to where the couple are locked and kneels before them, swiping her tongue with lightening speed over the blonde’s nub. Simultaneous groans and surprised squeaks are heard almost instantly, the ragged breathing intensified. The brunette lady smiled deviously, she loved their games, loved their little romps and loved having them under her control. Breathing in deeply she breathes in the delicious scent wafting into her nose before she delves down licking, nibbling, swirling, eating all the juices leaking from the blondes hot needy hole. Twin groans can be heard up above as she ravishes the sensitive flesh and the mans hard meat is relentlessly squeezed by quaking walls. All his will power is being directed to not moving, to resist flipping the blonde onto her stomach and pounding away like a lust crazed animal. He cant do that, he knows he cant, he doesn’t have permission.

Kneeling back on her ankles the brunette looks up at the pair, licking the juices from her lips. The blondes head has fallen back onto the mans shoulder. She’s gasping for air and her eyes are screwed shut against the agonising pleasure. She cant come yet, she’s not allowed. The man is one taught muscles, the very effort of staying in control evident in every ticking muscle and vein. Neither will come yet and with that thought she rocked back onto her feet and padded away. Coming back moments later with something that buzzed gently in her hand. The blondes head shot up, her eyes fixed onto the object and whimpered. Her lust filled gaze never left the object as it came closer, her eyes only falling closed as a whimper escaped. The object was being drawn across her lips, along her cheek bone, down to her collarbone and lingering on her rock hard nipples. A constant chorus of whimpers an groans could be heard from the two locked so intimately. They we’re dying to move, dying to relieve the torturous pressure, but the wouldn’t.

Moving away from the abused nipples travelling down towards the blondes navel to circle there once only to travel further and further down. Till a sharp tap was inflicted onto the woman’s clit. Both let out a strangled shout of tension and want and need but neither moved, neither came. The brunette smirked broadly, good pets. She then plunged the vibrating dildo deep in to the needy, desperate hole producing 2 long lust filled wails. The screaming didn’t stop, it carried on and on, turning into desperate groans. But they wouldn’t come, they wouldn’t move. They would do everything in their power not to.

The brunette once again knelt down and feasted on the spasming flesh before her. She could feel her own juices running down the inside of her leg and longed for a hard meaty pole to ram her. Ask and yee shall receive. She was suddenly pushed brutally into the blondes wet heat as a very broad very hard pole thrust deep into her, she screamed not expecting this but revelled in the instant stretching and ravaging the meat gave her. The original couple gave up all hope of keeping still any longer and ground against each other like wanton whores. Hard and faster their groans all mingling into one. The brunette tried to carry one eating out the blonde but it was difficult with the pace she was being pounding at. So she just stuck out her tongue and went along for the ride.

Forcing her face out from the heat she ground out through her teeth

“come”

And she watched as the blonde pussy spasmed uncontrollably around the shiny pink dildo buried between her lips. She felt a violent spray hit her inner walls and the man buried to the hilt in the blonde arched as far as he could and bit down into the blonde’s shoulder. They all collapsed either to the sofa or the floor, only the sounds of heavy breathing could be heard. Though the brunette could not stop watching the pink shiny toy buried deep within the blonde’s quaking hole. She wouldn’t remove it, she didn’t have permission. A large satisfied smirk spread across her face as she continued to watch the blonde whimper and spasm.

Gently savouring the tangy warm taste of my come from my fingers I drifted off into sleep.