Johnny Sins Tied Dominated and Used for Sex

Title: “Bound by Depravity: A Plumbing Fixture’s Unorthodox Service”

Lana Kensington, a curvaceous cougar from the suburbs, was having a rough day. Her husband, Doug, was out of town on business again, leaving her loneliness to stew in the absence of his presence. To make matters worse, their sink had sprung a leak, and the cacophony of dripping water was doing nothing to soothe her frayed nerves. Lana decided that she needed to call in a professional to fix the problem – a plumber.

Johnny Sins was the name of the brawny tradesman that Lana’s friend had recommended. He arrived at the doorstep promptly at 2:00 PM, his chiseled abs clearly visible beneath his low-cut undershirt. Lana could feel her loins stirring as she led him inside, and she couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge that strained against the seams of his jeans.

“Alright, let’s take a look at that leaky faucet,” Johnny said, his deep voice resonating through Lana’s body. She watched as he bent over, his crotch mere inches from her face, providing her with an unobstructed view of his ample package.

While Johnny tinkered with the pipes, Lana found herself drawn to the sight of his rippling muscles and hairy chest. Her nipples stiffened, pressing urgently against the fabric of her low-cut blouse. Without a second thought, she reached out and trailed a manicured fingernail along the seam of his ass.

Johnny stood up abruptly, a grin playing across his lips. “Easy there, lady,” he said with a chuckle. “I haven’t even finished my inspection yet.”

Lana’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she wasn’t about to let her desire dampen. She sashayed over to him and placed her hands on his broad chest. “I’d much rather have you inspect me,” she purred, pressing her body against his.

Johnny’s eyes darkened with lust, and he responded by grabbing Lana’s hips and grinding his crotch into hers. “Oh, I’ll inspect you alright,” he growled. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget my touch.”

Lana moaned softly as Johnny’s hands explored her curves, his calloused fingers sending shivers down her spine. Without warning, he hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter and spread her legs apart, exposing her damp panties to his eager gaze.

He hooked his fingers into the flimsy lace and tore the material away, revealing Lana’s glistening pink folds. Her body trembled with anticipation as he lowered his head between her thighs, his tongue delving deep into her folds.

Lana cried out in ecstasy as Johnny devoured her pussy, his tongue swirling around her sensitive clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his face. Johnny latched onto her clit, sucking and tonguing the little bud until Lana was writhing in pleasure.

Just as she was about to cum, Johnny pulled away, a wicked grin on his face. “Not so fast, lady,” he said, chuckling. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He grabbed a bundle of rope from his tool belt and began to bind Lana’s wrists, sliding them into metal loops screwed into the ceiling. Lana’s heart raced with excitement and arousal as Johnny cinched the ropes tight, leaving her helpless and vulnerable.

Johnny reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his massive, throbbing erection. Lana’s eyes widened as she took in the sheer size of his cock, the bulbous head already leaking pre-cum. She licked her lips, eager to taste him.

Johnny fisted his length and stroked it slowly, his eyes locked on Lana’s face. “Suck it,” he growled. “And make it good.”

Lana’s mouth watered as she parted her lips and took him in, her tongue swirling around his cock as she sucked him deep. Johnny groaned, his hips rocking forward, fucking her face with long, deliberate strokes.

Lana’s pussy clenched with need, her juices coating her inner thighs. She ached to be filled, to feel Johnny’s thick cock stretching her open. As if reading her mind, Johnny pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach.

He slapped her ass, the sharp sting sending a wave of pleasure through her body. “I’m going to fuck this tight little cunt,” he said, his voice low and gravelly with lust. “And you’re going to take every inch of my cock like a good little slut.”

Lana gasped as Johnny pushed into her from behind, his thick shaft piercing her depths. He gripped her hips and began to thrust, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. Lana screamed out in pleasure, her pussy clamping down around his huge cock as he stretched her wide.

Johnny reached forward and wrapped his hand around Lana’s throat, squeezing gently as he fucked her harder. Lana’s toes curled as she surrendered to the intense sensations, her body shaking with the force of each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Johnny growled, his hips moving like a piston. “I’m going to pump you full of my cum, fill this pussy to the brim.”

Lana clenched around him, her orgasm building with each stroke. Johnny’s hand tightened around her throat, his thumb pressing into her pulse point. The room began to darken around the edges, and Lana could feel her consciousness slipping away.

Just as the darkness threatened to consume her, Johnny’s cock erupted inside her, flooding her pussy with his thick, hot seed. The feeling of his cum painting her insides sent Lana over the edge, and she came hard, her pussy milking him for every last drop.

Johnny collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Lana could feel his heart beating against her back, his breath warm on her neck. As the fog of pleasure began to clear, a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered that they had just crossed a line.

But Lana pushed it away, relishing in the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of her life. She knew that she would never look at plumbers the same way again.

In the aftermath, as Johnny finished up his work and headed out the door, Lana couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. She knew that she had behaved in a way that was completely out of character for her, giving in to primal urges that she had never even acknowledged before.

But as she watched Johnny drive away, his figure fading into the distance, Lana knew that she would never forget the feeling of being dominated so completely, of surrendering control and letting someone else take charge.

And she knew that, sooner or later, she would find a way to experience that sensation again.