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reach.
    “Roll over,” she said.
    It took me a minute to do so without the use of my hands, but eventually I made it onto my knees, arms still stretched out in front of me. She pinched my breast, and I jerked into her hand. Her other hand groped my ass, then parted my pussy lips before she slid in. I gasped as she filled me, groaning with pleasure. She kept giving me more, until it was so deep I thought I might die of bliss.
    “That’s my girl,” she said. Suddenly, her cock came alive with vibrations, trembling all the way inside me.
    “Oh!” I squealed as she pulled out and then thrust, her hands on my hips guiding me. I didn’t need to be told what to do, grinding back on her. I hoped she’d turned off the camera on her laptop. If anyone saw us now, I knew what it’d look like—my ass in the air, grinding back and forth like a total whore, my tits bouncing as she thrust into me. I didn’t care. I wanted her inside me, stretching me, filling me.
    She snaked a hand between us and touched my clit. I purred with pleasure, rubbing into her hand.
    “Do you like being my slut?” she asked, her breath warm on my neck.
    I twisted, trying to get more of her length inside me. “Yes.”
    “You like being bound up all nice and tight, feeling my cock working inside you?”
    My face warmed as I pressed it into her pillows. “Yes.”
    “Do you want me to fuck you?”
    “Yes! Yes, please fuck me, Alice.”
    She pinched my nipple as her other hand worked circles on my clit. I moaned.
    “I like fucking you,” she breathed. “You’re such a good whore, aren’t you?”
    I couldn’t speak. She rode me relentlessly, hardly pausing between thrusts, forcing me to take her full length. Warmth rose in my core, threatening to spill over.
    “Come for me,” Alice said, no room for argument in her voice. “Now.”
    I screamed, impaling myself on her, feeling her every stroke as a shudder deep within me. I shoved my face into her pillow to stifle my cries, still thrusting against her as I tried to milk every last drop of my climax.
    She let me ride out the last few waves, holding me close. My moans finally turned into gasps, my knees collapsing beneath me as I lay on the bed, panting. Her weight was sort of comforting. She gently pulled out, and I whimpered as her cock slid from me. I hadn’t noticed it at the time, but now I felt the kind of soreness you got after a thorough fucking.
    We lay together as I came down from my high, warmth suffusing me as I basked in the aftermath. My body felt incredibly used, in the best way possible. Did it mean that I was gay? Or bi?
    Did it really matter?
    I wriggled my fingers in their bonds, hoping she’d notice.
    “So, how did the experiment go?” she asked, nestling against me.
    “Your hypothesis gained some support.”
    Alice laughed. “Some? I’d better leave you in these all night,” she said, tugging on the restraints.
    I shrieked.
    “Only kidding.”
    I didn’t relax until she’d untied me. I made a show of rubbing my wrists. “So... before we can come to a conclusion, I guess we’d have to replicate our results,” I said, trying to look innocent as I curled up next to her.
    “We’ll see,” she said, but what she really meant was yes.

 
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    “Tell me,” she said. “Tell me what you need. Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself. When you come. Tell me what makes you wet, every time.”
    Images flashed through my mind. I was getting aroused from her voice alone, my hands sweaty where they rested in my lap. I met her eyes.
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