“Hey Aaron, we’re heading out for a beer, you want to come?” Aaron looked up from his computer screen, squinting into the darkness at his coworkers. “Nah, I’m good. I really need to finish these reports by tomorrow.” “Suit yourself.” Aaron watched in disappointment as they filed out of the office. It was late, well past midnight on a Friday, and he was stuck at the office yet again. He rubbed his bleary eyes and settled back into his chair, looking numbly at the spreadsheets in front of him. He didn’t notice the dark shape creeping out of the shadows towards him. Aaron leaned back in his chair, barely stifling a yawn, when a hand clamped down hard over his nose and mouth. His first instinct was to scream, but the hand pressing against his face held a thick rag, muffling his voice. A sickly sweet smell invaded his nostrils, and Aaron clawed at his attacker’s arms, trying to pry them off. Their grip was surprisingly strong, and Aaron felt the strength slowly draining from his own muscles. He tried to say “Just take my wallet,” but it came out in a sloppy slur of words as he dropped out of consciousness. His attacker released her hold and Aaron slumped forward onto his desk. “Fifteen years later and you still don’t put up a decent fight,” she marvelled. In the cool light of the computer monitor, her golden blonde hair was a perfect platinum. She pulled a thick coil of rope from her jacket pocket. “Tonight you and I are going to have a little fun.”
Aaron’s eyes opened against the harsh fluorescent lights. “What the…where am I?” he asked aloud. He was seated in a straight backed wooden chair, and by the look of his surroundings, in someone’s living room. He pushed up on his legs to stand, only to realize that they wouldn’t cooperate. “What the hell?” he cried out, looking down at his body. His arms were pulled tightly behind the back of the chair, his wrists tied together. His shirt and pants had been removed so that he sat only in his boxer briefs. Tight twists of rope held his ankles to the front legs of the chair, slowly working their way up his calves to his thighs. Bands of rope cinched his upper thighs, highlighting what was turning into a massive erection. “I knew this would turn you on,” a silky voice came from his right. Aaron turned his head to look at his captor. Blonde, lithe and toned, she wore only a black lace bra and panties. “You always were into submission.” She leaned over to tug on the ropes encircling his erection. Aaron gasped as the heavy rope rubbed up against him. “And I am always willing to put you in your place.” Aaron found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of his gorgeous captor. “Who are you?” he managed to gasp. He was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts. His terror at being kidnapped was mixing strangely with the desire he felt at being in such a compromising position.
She looked at him in exasperation. “Aaron, it’s me! Helen!” Aaron looked at her blankly. “Helen Palenski? From grade school?”
Comprehension dawned on Aaron’s face. “Oh my God! Helen who used to beat me up after school every day? Jesus Christ, Helen, you’re…you’re gorgeous!” Helen smirked. “I was just trying to get you to notice me. And even back then, I could tell you liked the pain, you liked being under someone else’s control.” She ran her fingertips lightly down his bare chest, and Aaron titled his head back, moaning with pleasure. Her right hand stopped at his nipple, and she gave it a playful pinch, watching his face flush with the pain.
Helen straddled his body, resting the center of her panties on his cock. She could feel its warmth up against her, it was practically begging to be free from his boxer briefs. She slowly rotated her hips back and forth, watching his mouth open as he ached to be inside of her. “This is all I ever wanted, all those years,” Helen said. She reached up and grabbed Aaron’s short blonde hair, pulling his face towards hers. Her lips parted to meet his, and she pressed up against him, savoring the taste of him. Her tongue darted out, caressing his lower lip. Aaron moaned and opened his mouth wider to accept her. Her tongue searched out his as her lips parted greedily.
Suddenly Helen pulled back. Aaron looked at her through dazed eyes, already missing her beautiful body pushed against him. Helen stood and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She let it fall to the ground by her feet. Aaron marvelled at her perfect breasts, round and full. He ached to have them pressed up to his chest. Almost shyly, Helen slipped her fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. “They’re soaking wet,” she said as she straightened up. She looked at Aaron mischievously. “Looks like I’m enjoying it as much as you.” She walked over to where Aaron sat tied to the chair and ran her fingers lightly up his hard cock. Aaron stiffened as shockwaves of pleasure shot through his body. “What do you say we take this party up a notch? Ladies first.” Helen lifted her right foot onto the nearby end table so that she was completely exposed to Aaron. “I want you to make me come.” She grabbed his blonde hair and pulled his face down to her pussy. Aaron breathed in the scent of her, unable to remember ever wanting to please a woman more. His tongue gently licked her outer folds, caressing them until he heard her sigh in pleasure. Her hips pushed slightly up against his face, encouraging him. He moved to her front, slowly licking her clitoris as her breathing became slightly ragged. “Aaron,” she whispered, running her hands through his hair. The sound of his name on her lips was intoxicating, and he plunged his tongue deep inside of her, feeling her body stiffen and her grip on his hair intensify.
Helen moaned, and her hips were now bucking against him urgently. Aaron buried his mouth inside of her, wishing he was able to use his hands as well. Her breathing intensified as Aaron’s tongue stroked her inner labia. “Oh God, oh my God, oh…” Aaron had pulled back to stroking her clitoris, and Helen ceased to breath. For one second, she went dead silent, and the next, orgasm tore through her body. Aaron felt her hips shake deliciously up against his face. She grabbed on to his hair and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her.
Aaron felt her body slowly going limp and he pulled his head back. Helen straddled his body and let her head drop onto his shoulder. “That was amazing,” she whispered. She lifted her head to kiss him, tasting her own flavor on his lips. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.” She leaned back to scoop her wet panties off the floor. “I want you to feel completely helpless,” she said. “I think we both know you’ll enjoy it more that way.” Before Aaron had time to react she had balled the panties into a thick wad and was pressing it into his mouth.
“Mmmph!” Aaron tried to protest but Helen pushed her hand to his mouth to keep him from spitting it out. She stood and grabbed one of her scarves from the end table and wrapped it tightly around his head, pressing the ball of soaked panties even deeper into his cheeks. The scarf wrapped around his head twice before Helen knotted it tightly against the back of his neck. Aaron’s cheeks bulged as he struggled against his bonds. Helen laughed as she let her fingers trail down his chest. “You look so much better gagged, you know.” She strode off to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a pair of scissors.
Aaron’s eyes bulged at the sharp blades. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I have a lot more fun planned for us.” She knelt down in front of him and grabbed the hem of his underwear. “Hope you weren’t too attached to these.” She sliced up the legs of his boxer briefs, so that she could peel them from his body. As the thin cotton brushed against his thighs, Aaron rolled his head back. He felt like he could come right now, and she hadn’t even touched him.
“God, you’re so sexy,” Helen whispered, taking his thick cock in her hand. Aaron moaned into his gag as her warm tongue worked its way up his shaft. Her hand slowly moved up and down his cock as she took his head in her mouth. Aaron lifted his hips as much as he could against his restraints, begging for her to take more of him into her mouth. Instead, Helen gave his cock one last slow lick before pulling back. She grinned at the tortured look on his face. “You know I love to tease you.” Aaron grunted into his gag. “What’s that? I couldn’t hear you. You want me to finish you off?” Aaron shook his head enthusiastically. Helen laughed as she straddled him, keeping her hips just above his erection. “I love this side of you,” she purred. “I’ve wanted you for fifteen years, it’s nice to see you beg for once.” She reached back and grabbed his cock, positioning it against her flesh already sensitive from orgasm. With a devilish grin, she lowered her hips, gasping as he filled her. Aaron’s hips pressed up against her, and she pushed back, savoring the feel of their bodies moving against each other. Helen swivelled her hips, moving in a slow circular motion, so that he hit every inch of her. Aaron’s eyes were closed and his breathing came out in short, sharp gasps from behind his gag. Gasping, Helen forced herself to open her eyes, taking in every inch of his muscular physique tied down to her kitchen chair. Her panties were stuffed deep into his mouth, stifling his moans of pleasure. She didn’t think she had ever seen anything so sexy. Aaron’s hips bucked faster and faster. Helen’s tight pussy squeezed his cock from all sides, sending bolts of pleasure ripping up through his body. Helen grabbed onto his shoulders and leaned back so that his massive cock rubbed up against her clitoris. Gasping, Aaron cried out as he finally released, his hot cum pouring out his cock. Helen screamed out loud as the second orgasm slammed through her body. Her breathing stopped as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. She collapsed onto Aaron’s chest, limp as a noodle.
Slowly, she pulled herself off of Aaron’s body, which was equally as spent as hers. Coated in sweat, he sat tied to the chair with a dreamy, vacant look in his eyes. Helen leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You have fun?” Aaron nodded sleepily. Helen smiled. “Good, because you’re not going anywhere. We have the whole weekend ahead of us.” She laughed at the sudden look of panic on his face.
“Mmmph, mmm!” Aaron yelled into the panties stuffed in his mouth. His muscles strained against the thick ropes holding him to the chair.
“Sorry, babe. It’s taken me this long to get your attention, there’s no way I’m giving you up that easily.” With a wink, she turned on her heel and walked down the hallway to her bedroom, leaving Aaron tied up behind her. “Sweet dreams!”
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