[majinman]

I love being out here" you say, "but I feels like my head is always in the clouds."
"Well," I say, "that's a good place for your head. The only better place would be between my legs."
I grab a fistful of hair and spin you around. You hear the *snik* of handcuffs around your wrists and hear the popping of your camisole straps as I rip your top down, exposing your pale breasts. "I thought this time you'd tie me to the bed, Sir?" you murmur.
"Shut up, girl. You'll service me when and where I want." I growl, as my belt flicks across your gorgeous ass once, twice, three times, producing three squeaks of pleasure. "It's hard to kneel in front of me tied to my bed."
I wrap my fist around your throat and lead you outside, your tits thrust forward by your arms tied behind you, pants already unbuttoned to show damp panty (I was playing with some pussy before). With a hard swat of your ass, I walk you in from my balcony, where your pants fall of entirely, showing that shapely ass and thighs. You can see the adjacent apartment complex, its tenants out on their balconies,squirm, apprehensive of having me enter in full view of people. You start to squirm, but a firm *thwap* across your ass from the riding crop I've left outside stops that, and elicits a moan of pleasure, too. "Hmm. We can't have that, can we?" I murmur. I yank off your panties, taking a long, hard view of your ass, spreading the cheeks, sliding a finger in, using the lube from your pussy. I ball your panties up, and shove them in your mouth, to quiet your moans of pleasure. "Hmm... That won't do either," I murmur Leaving you tied up in the open for everyone to see, I go back and grab some rope, to secure your panties in your mouth. I'd hate to have them come out while I'm inside you. "After all," I say, "I'd hate for the neighbors to ask questions." You look back over your shoulder with wide eyes and nod your head nervously. "Exactly," I say, "Particularly the one down one over on his balcony, grilling lunch." After leaving another line from my crop on your shapely ass, I start teasing your pussy lips with the head of my fat dick. Rubbing the head along the slick lips of your pussy, teasing, just the head, in and out. The neighbors keep looking up and I slide my hand down your neck from the fistful of hair I had to show you what the risk is, who will see you being fucked, who will be watching you orgasm if you're too noisy. Air hisses through your lips around you pink, lacy panties and I pull your hair tighter, arching your head all the way back. I lean close, kissing and nibbling your neck and ears, not always gently. You squirm and try to say something about leaving marks; I growl for you to shut it, sl*t, and draw my crop across your ass twice, eliciting a flush and a murmured "Thank you,Sir."
Finally, suddenly, I THRUST inside you and start pumping for all you're worth. Your moans increase tenfold, even with the panty gag. You can see the guy grilling look up, to try and see what the noise is coming from. You struggle, in vain, to control your breathing and keep quiet. One hand on your hip, other pulling your hair, pulling you onto me, I get deeper and deeper with each thrust, producing wave after wave of pleasure radiating from your pussy. I watch your back contort and feel those waves of pleasure in your pussy, as you gush and orgasm, over and over, the sun warming all of your exposed skin. The panties can only do so much, and Griller looks up again, trying harder to find out where the hell all this muffled moaning is coming from. After cumming SEVERAL times, your body goes limp. I slap me once hard across your ass to remind you that we are no where close to finished. I untie you with one hand, leaving the other buried in your hair, to drag you to the floor, where I begin fucking you from behind, both hands full of your hair. Your face pressed against the rug outside, you lose track of the fucking. You cum, over and over, staining the rug.
Eventually, I pull out and you look back to see why. I'm glistening with sweat, my dick and balls glistening with your juice, breathing hard. I slap your ass and tell you to turn around. "I want to cum on your face," I murmur, as you eagerly spin on your knees to attend to my cock.
Suffice it to say, you spent more time looking at my stomach then anything else on this trip out.
One hand eagerly working your overworked pussy, you lick and suck every square inch of my junk, cumming once more. And then I start working your throat. One hand in your hair, I force you down as far as possible, and then a bit further. You try to pull back, but my hand is like iron in your hair, forcing your throat around my fat dick. I finally relent, and you pull back, gasping, only to go back to work. Twice you pull back, and on the third time, I spray your face, and tits, with cum. You look up at me, grinning, breathing heavily, but happy as a clam.