Gaining for You

Bound

Harrison hops up on the dining room table in front of her.

He bends down and reaches out to drag her chair closer. The screeching sound the chair makes against the floor is excruciating but she can't do anything but cringe at the noise because her hands are inaccessible; well, all of her limbs are inaccessible. She couldn't move if she wanted to. 

Her arms are bound to the chair by Harrison's belts and he tied her ankles to the legs. 

Harrison sits on the table in front of her, blocking her view of all the food lying on the table. Which might have been purposeful because she was starting to get overwhelmed by the sheer quantity. His legs are spread apart and, even though she's at groin height, Genesis still keeps her eyes glued to his face. The top three buttons on his dress shirt are unbuttoned and she can see his chest heaving up and down.

He cups a hand under her chin and then leans back to reach behind himself, slightly pulling her with him. Genesis tastes the cherry pie before she sees it. The pie seems to have been pre cut into slices because Harrison is effortlessly pulling out slice after slice from behind his back. 

Once the pie is gone he holds up a glass cup of milk to her lips, leaning in to kiss her forehead as she sips. 

Half an hour goes by and he can sense Genesis slowing down, but he's not ready to slow down yet. He has to admit, she's done very well so far; two pies, three poutines, and a tray of chocolate muffins. 

Now, he slides a cinnamon bun into her mouth and watches as she churns it over in her mouth. The look in her eyes is less bewildered and more of a stupor. 

Genesis sits more slouched in her chair and whines when he forces another bite into her mouth. 

"Harrisonn" She protests.

"Genesis." He responds.

She doesn't really have much else to accompany the sentence she just started. She fears that voicing anything she wants to say will just dig her deeper into this hole so she quietly finishes the rest of the dozen without complaining.

She would expect Harrison to have started praising her at this point but he hasn't. Is he not proud of her? She begins looking for validation in a different area and quickly finds it... between his legs. The fabric over his groin is pulled taut and a perfectly bulged imprint of his dick creates a sort of tent in his pants.

It starts pulsing as if it knows she's staring and she looks up at Harrison through her eyelashes.

"Show me what you'd do if this was me in your mouth" Harrison says as he slides a mayo lathered corn dog past her lips. Genesis doesn't break eye contact with him as the battered sausage slides further and further down her throat. The entire thing disappears and Harrison is left pinching the tiny end of the stick. He's the only thing stopping it from completely disappearing into her body, stick and all. He's tempted to see if she could do it but doesn't want her throat to get slivers.

Harrison adjusts his grip and slowly slides the corn dog out of her. Her eyes begin to water so much that a couple tears drip down her face and he bites the inside of his bottom lip as the meat reappears waterlogged and soaked with her throat fluid. 

Fingers wrap around her neck as Harrison continues to pull. His mouth begins to drop open as his body demands more air. He sucks in a breath as he completely separates the food item from Genesis and he holds it up above her mouth until the strings of connecting saliva break.

Harrison rolls his eyes as he tilts his head all the way up, palming at his throbbing cock.

Genesis quickly realizes that she has the upper hand here. If she plays her cards right, she might be able to distract him from stuffing her. His chest glistens in the light from accumulating sweat. She can only imagine how smoothly her hand would glide down his damp chest; or her tongue for that matter... or her lips... or her other lips...

Harrison tilts his gaze back down to look at her but it's as if Harrison has been transported to another realm and the shell of his lust filled, horny carcass remains because it doesn't seem like there's a single thought behind his eyes. His gaze flashes between vacancy and composure as he attempts to pull himself out of it. 

Continuing to seduce him is going to be tough without access to her hands so she'll have to get creative.

Before she can think of anything, a cupcake is being shoved into her mouth and then another. His desperation is evident in his lazily controlled movements. He's giving her the next bite before she's even finished the first. 

Harrison takes another break, more for himself than for her sake, and Genesis doesn't waste any time making her next move.

"I want it Harrison," She pleads, glancing down at his balls that are surely overfilled, "Will you give it to me please?"

Harrison shakes his head and barely gets out the word, "D-don't."

Genesis smiles through the pain of being overly full, "Well then, if you're not going to give me your white liquid I want something similar in my mouth."

He grabs the remaining container of mayo and opens the nozzel's cap. Tilting her chin up he squeezes the processed white ropes into her mouth until the bottle is empty and it's spilling out of the corner of her mouth. She swallows some of it but pushes a bunch of it out of her mouth with her tongue purposefully. 

Harrison doubles over, sweating profusely and whimpering. His voice is so desperate and whiny when he says, "Lean over and give daddy a kiss."

She teases as if she's leaning in to find his lips and leans farther forward, placing her warm lips on the fabric pulsing between his legs. She's rewarded with an immediate groan.

He quickly undoes his pants and Genesis watches as he unfolds into his waiting palm. Stroking himself with one hand and catching his ejaculate in the other Harrison completely falls apart.

When he finishes, he acts before he has time to think clearly.

Harrison grabs Genesis' face and puts a thumb in between her lips to yank her mouth apart. He slowly pours his semen into her mouth and watches as it all disappears.