The Watcher

Arson Leigh knows she’s being followed. She’s right. She spots the watcher, Derek Kage, and instead of running she walks straight to his creepy white van. He opens the door. She climbs in. Moments later the power flips. Derek is naked, strapped to a saddle mounted on the wall, a burlap sack pulled over his head. Arson peels the sack away and stares him down. This is punishment, she tells him. For watching. For wanting. She grips his cock and balls like she owns them, squeezing until his breath stutters. Then she drives a thick dildo down his throat, fucking his face in steady thrusts. Clothespins bite into his foreskin; she tugs the line and watches him twitch. Later Derek lies on a bed, wrists and ankles spread and cuffed, a steel cage locked around his dick. Arson grinds her bare pussy over the bars, slicking metal with her wetness, then drops her mouth to tease the trapped head. She peels off her boots, slips into sheer black latex stockings, and rubs her toes across the cage until Derek strains hard enough to hurt. She works herself to a shaking orgasm just by humping the steel, leaving a wet smear behind. Next she buckles a fat dildo-gag to his face, slicks her foot with lube, and sinks down on the toy, fucking her own ass while Derek watches inches away. She sits on the gag next, riding it in slow, deliberate strokes, never touching his caged cock. When she finally frees him, she rides, sucks, and strokes until she cums again, hard, then orders him to finish himself with his own hand while she watches every spurt.