It’s dark, 75°, the lamps illuminate the neighborhood of the dead and the leaves cover the walkways and gravestones. This is my favorite place to bring men. It’s a test. How fucked up am I vs how far are they willing to go? I don’t think my father would approve…but then again, he doesn’t get to have his say anymore.
Walking to the back of the cemetery, I take Kyle over to my favorite headstone. It’s tall, shaped like an archway, and as high as my arms can reach. Some chains hang from the top corners, dangling to the ground. At the bottom, there is a base. It spreads a 6x6 area with a step-up. I love it because it seems like more of a stage. Somewhere to perform. For all the ghostly neighbors maybe?
“This is where I come to have fun,” I speak up to Kyle, looking back at him as I walk up onto the grave site. He stands in his button-up, jeans, and boots. His hands are in his pockets, his brows arched, and there’s a smirk on his face. He steps toward me, and I turn to put one of my arms around one of the archway polls, walking around it in a circle. When I come around to the middle of the archway, I hit a chest and gasp. Kyle grabs hold of my waist and looks down at me, “What did you have in mind, Beck?” His smirk turned serious as his eyes searched mine, curious about my plans.
I smirk back at him and rise on my tiptoes to kiss him. My hands grab hold of his waist, and I help him turn his body around with mine. Now he is turned around to the front of the grave, under the archway, and I reach down to grab one of the chains.
I take hold of one of his wrists and wait for a response. He looks at me with a serious smirk but says nothing. He doesn’t pull away, as a matter of fact, he raises his wrist toward me, I assume giving me the go-ahead. So, I raise his arm higher, wrapping the chain around his wrist and wrapping it down and around his arm. The remaining length of the chain dangles against his torso. I go to the other side of him and do the same thing to his other arm.
Stepping back, I love what I see. A man giving himself up for me. Leaving me in control is ballsy. I’m fucking twisted. I usually like to be the one chained up. But this will show how far he is willing to go with me.
Kyle looks at me as I look at him. I wait for a second to see if he starts to fight the chains, but he stands there. Good boy.
Slowly, I start lifting my shirt up and over my head. I still watch Kyle and notice his chest expanding at each breath, higher than it was before. I move down to my pants and undo the button, then the zipper. My fingers feel their way around the inside of my jeans and push them down, sliding them off and I step out of them. I toss them to the side and stand straight up, watching Kyle. His breathing is faster, and heavier while the chains dangle back and forth from the movements of his body.
I smile an evil smile and continue with my lingerie. First my bra, then my panties. “Circus Psycho” by Diggy Graves starts playing in my head. Psycho music for a psycho; how gratifying.
I stand there in my heels, watching his eyes search my body. I take a step forward, slowly walking to him. I reach out and place my hand on his chest. His breathing is fast and strong, and I watch his nostrils flare out and his jaw clenches as he looks down at me. I smile knowing that this isn’t going to go his way. He wants me, but he is the one chained up. I don’t think he knows what he has gotten himself into.
I slide my hand down his shirt, down to his crotch, and grab his hard cock, squeezing it. He moans, throwing his head back and then forward, finding my eyes with his. “Shhh,” I tell him and put my hand over his mouth. His eyes go wide for a second and then they relax into a concentrated stare. It’s almost like you can see the, “Oh fuck,” wash over his eyes, ha.
I let my hand fall from his mouth and start at the buttons on his shirt. “Beck,” I hear him in a pleading, serious voice. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow, letting him question me with my, “Is there a problem?” look. But he doesn’t say anything.
I get his shirt unbuttoned and watch his torso move back and forth from his breathing and his eagerness to tackle me to the ground and fuck me. It makes me happy seeing him beg. I have to be entertaining someone here, right? I like entertaining the dead.
The breeze comes through, opening Kyle’s shirt. I can see the details of his chest, his abs, his deep V. And with a look at his pants, my hands reach down. I unbutton them and pull them down to his ankles. Stepping back, I smile at the site. Kyle looks helpless. He is at my disposal. Wow, I give myself the chills.
I walk up to him, comforting him with my body to reassure him I’m not here to kill him. I lean up, placing my lips to his while my hands brace against his chest. Our kisses are like a fucking explosion. Deep and soft, yet our lips could cut open if our teeth were to press any harder together. I bring one of my hands up around his neck and pull myself up higher. I kiss him deeply before I pull myself away.
My hands to grab hold of his cock again. This time I’m nice, stroking it back and forth. Kyle leans his head back, pleased at the sensation and I kiss his neck, nibbling at it even. I move my kisses down to his chest, over his pecks, and give them a bite too. He hitches his breath and tries to pull away from me, but I grip his cock and pull him back to me. When my kisses get to his ribs, he leans his head forward to watch me. I bend down in a squatting position and put his cock in front of my face. These heels came in handy, keeping me at eye level with his cock. I am happy for the dead person below me. With my legs spread and squatting, they have a view of my soaking wet pussy.
I stroke Kyle’s dick a couple more times before I take his cock to the back of my mouth. Shoving him as deep as he can go. He moans and stiffens, trying to keep his cock from running away from me. I close my teeth down on him a little, sliding them along his cock as I pull him out of my mouth. He lets out a yell and his breathing gets quicker. “Fuck Beck,” a mad yet satisfied response I would say.
Shutting him up I slam him deep into my throat again. I hold him there and play with his balls with my other hand. He is moaning again and hitching his breath. Maybe he is worried I’ll slide my teeth along his cock again. I pull him out and push him back in. A few more times before I get a rhythm. In and out, Kyle moans and tenses.
Suddenly I hear him, “Beck, I’m going to...” And I push him as far as he can go down my throat. I want him cumming. I lean away, pulling his cock from my mouth and there it is. He lets out a loud yell, yanking on the chains, and his cock shoots cum all over my body. His body spazzes and I lean back, grabbing a seat on my ass below him. His cum hits my chin, my chest, and my legs. I smile watching his body convulse as I get my shower.
I lean back, my legs spread out on either side of his and my knees bent up. One of my arms is placed behind me, keeping my upper body propped up. My other hand reaches down finding the entrance to my holes. I press a finger in, massaging myself until I can finger fuck myself into orgasm. I close my eyes to concentrate and hear Kyle breathing loudly in a manly way. He lets out a sort of growl, assuming that he is watching me and upset at what I just put him through.
I breathe deep breaths, fingering myself and letting the arm behind me relax. I lay back, letting Kyle watch me from above. My fingers still go in and out as my other hand comes up to pinch my tits. I bring my other hand up and choke myself, feeling the wetness over my neck. My fingers rub the wetness all over, gathering his cum, spreading it down my neck and over my chest. I bring my hand down to join the other and spread my legs out further for him. My left hand continues to massage and spread Kyle’s cum all over me, assisting my other hand in opening my lips below.
I bring a hand up and slap it down over my clit, and my back arches as my lower lips sting. I hear Kyle moan deeply at the action and I hear the chains shake. My eyes are closed, and I smile to myself. My right hand pushes my fingers in and out, getting faster and deeper down below. I rock my body with my hand, back and forth. My head lays back and my mouth opens, taking in a breath.
I hear Kyle stir again, letting out a long exasperated, “Beck.”
At his words, I feel the electricity build up below me that turns into an explosion. My fingers go as deep as they can and my body jolts back and forth against them. I moan loudly, letting the air exit my mouth and I cum all over my fingers. I feel goosebumps spread over my body from the electricity and the breeze blowing over me. My body rocks back and forth until I lose the rhythm and the sensations lessen below. I let out a long shaky breath as my orgasm stops. I slide my fingers out from myself and lean up. I open my eyes to see Kyle staring at me, angry and hungry…as he should be. I smile, knowing I taunt the man.
I stand up slowly and unwrap the chains around Kyle’s arms. I stand in front of him, still naked and wet, inside and out. He pulls up his pants and fastens everything shut. Then steps into me, grabbing me at my waist,
“Who are you?” He asks, then pushes his lips against mine aggressively. I guess I didn’t scare him off like the others.
I reply to him, “No one who you should get comfortable with. But this was fun.”
Kyle looks at me confused at what I said. “Get dressed,” I tell him, “We need to get out of here before the cops do their nightly drive-by.”
We start to leave, and Kyle is a few steps ahead of me. I pause to look back at the grave we violated.
“What do you think Daddy?”