Kneeling Bj Gif Novels & Stories

"You can see why this is called 'display'. Every feature of your naked body is on display for your dominant. They can touch you anywhere. If you were being sold, they might use this position to show you to potential buyers to inspect the merchandise. They could touch you, handle your breasts, your cunt, your ass." I didn't touch her, but my hands went very close to her skin as I pointed to various parts of her anatomy. I could feel the heat of her. Her nipples were hard. She was flushed. "The second position is 'kneel'. Lisa will demonstrate and I want you to duplicate it exactly." Lisa did and Janet copied her. I pushed her knees farther apart with my foot. "Again, this position exposes you

— Autumn “I want to see her red little lips wrapped around my cock,” the blonde man says. “I’ll take her pussy, then,” says the brunette. “All fours,” the blonde commands. “Wait,” the brunette says. He walks off and grabs four chairs. He pushes them together so that the seats are facing each other and touching, forming a square. “Now you can kneel.” I look at the chairs hesitantly. “Put one knee on each chair, and your hands on the other two chairs.”

KAGE My brain is trying to catch up to what he’s saying. He’s going to kneel between my legs and work my muscle while I masturbate in front of him. “Okay,” I hear myself say. My voice sounds distant. I’m winded. Tense. But underneath all of that is something else. Something that feels almost like anticipation. “Lean back,” Theve says. I lean back against the couch and he positions himself between my thighs. His hands go to my inner thigh and rest there for a second.

The bastard knows that. "Ouch, fuck, bastard! Twelve. Thank you, Sir!" I cry out. My breathing is a ragged mess. The ache in my ass throbs in perfect time with my pulse. Kir drops the paddle onto the mattress next to my head and I stare at it. Not sure if I love or hate it. Love. Mostly. "Kneel," he orders softly. I push myself to my feet on shaking arms, then drop into a kneeling position between his spread thighs.

"Easy. That hurts." Kian's eyes were bright with excitement. He just scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder, then laid me down on the couch. "Get on your knees. Hands on the couch. Stick your butt out. I'll go slow." He lifted my hips with his hands. He could see everything. The position was way too embarrassing. I grabbed my dress and yanked it down to cover myself. "No. Don't. This isn't right." "We're pretty open here. Don't be so shy. This is totally normal."

Her thighs were still trembling from Caleb's mouth. But when she looked back and saw him kneeling-shirtless, his abs flexed, cock freed from his shorts and thick as hell, his hand gripping the base as it twitched with need-something primal lit inside her. "Face down," he growled. "Ass up." She smirked, turned slowly, and slid into a deep downward dog. Back arched. Palms flat. Legs parted just wide enough to give him the view. Caleb stood behind her, hand gliding along the curve of her ass. "You know what this looks like?"

Anthony might, but he has zero room to talk. “Ohhhhh…fuck,” I grunted when Kierra put her hands on her knees for support and slowly danced on my dick. I didn’t know if ‘danced’ was the term for it, but that was the only word that came to mind as she sensually rolled her hips back and forth with my dick still inside. “Jon, you’re holding, baby. You gotta come for me,” she panted, dropping to her knees. It was the truth. I was holding back because I knew as soon as I came that we’d be K.O.’d until the morning.

Only a pale line remained where the chain had rested, the last trace that someone had once loved him. I didn't know how long I knelt there or how long I cried. Eventually, the ache in my chest dulled, and my tears ran dry. Just when I thought it was all over, Walter came down. The sharp click of his handmade leather shoes against the floor rang out. He stepped into the center of the lobby and fixed his gaze on Micah's motionless form, his expression unreadable. "Are you done with your act? Are you trying to illicit sympathy just like how Nadia taught you? Did you actually think that I'd break just because you're playing helpless? Keep dreaming!"

That doesn’t make either of us relax. Kieran rides in the back beside me, one hand resting near the blade at his hip the entire way, quiet in the particular way he gets when he’s decided his job right now is just to be present, not useful, though today, present comes with an edge to it it didn’t have yesterday. “You don’t have to talk,” Del says, catching my eye in the mirror. “Just be exactly what they’re expecting. Cold, controlled, unreadable. You’ve been that woman for two years. Today isn’t any different.”

Blake kneels and slides her thong down her legs. Then he dives in, licking and kissing into her. He buries his face in her and she grabs his wavy hair with her hands. I watch Blake's jawline move. His stubble was getting wet with her juices and he laps up all he can. He unbuttons his black shirt and throws it off at my feet.