I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I finished my cigarette by taking one long drag, feeling my nerves slowly getting the best of me. I reached for my purse, which was housing a few toys for us to play with. But he was completely unaware that I was bringing anything except myself. Not only that, but in a neighboring pocket were some sexy thigh highs. He may have thought I didn’t catch him say how sexy he thought they were, but I ran out and bought a pair the day after his comment.
What was is about him, I don’t know. Pheromones, perhaps. How perfect I thought his body was. The feelings I got around him. The fact that he makes me feel just as sexy as I view him. We had only been seen each other about three weeks at this point. Which seems like nothing, but has felt like everything. We were already emotionally bonded on a number of levels, but the sex… The sex was the best I’d ever had in my life. And the communication and openness we had toward it only made it that much better. We had already slept together numerous times, I recalled as I got out of my car and made my way to his front door. Each time different than the last. Different rooms, different positions, different amounts of foreplay. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. We mentioned our deepest desires and fantasies already. And one he mentioned got me soaking wet. I knew that one fantasy just had to come first because of how kinky it was, and it had to happen now. He didn’t know just how badly I really wanted it, too.
I knocked lightly and he answered. He was already shirtless, donning a simple pair of gym shorts. I noticed his bulge immediately and smiled up at him as I stepped into his living room, his hand gliding across my back and down to my ass as I walked past him. I set my purse down carefully on a chair, so that none of those hidden goodies would fall out, ruining the surprise I had in store for him. His eyes were on fire as he took me in. They always are. The way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the only women he sees, and that no matter how often he gazes upon me, he’ll never be completely fulfilled. I walked into his embrace, and he kissed me deeply. My hands instantly began exploring his body. His neck, his back, his chest, his hips. There was clearly no time for anything else but the passion we shared for one another in that moment. And while it had only been two days since we last saw one another, it felt like I had been without him forever – and I was hungry for him.
He walked me back towards the door, not letting our lips break, but instead intensifying his kisses. He pushed me up against the back of the door, and began ravishing me, working his caresses down my chin, to my neck and collarbone. He moaned lightly, as did I. Feeling how badly we wanted one another was nothing short of arousing. I felt my pussy moisten, as I moved my hand towards his crotch to feel how hard he was. But he grabbed my wrist before I could get my answer and pulled it up over my head. “Not yet…” he whispered into my ear before he went back to nibbling on my neck. He took my other hand, raised that arm over my head as well and held both of my wrists in his grasp. I tried to rock my body into his, but his firm grip with his other hand on my waist kept me from succeeding. He wanted me to beg for him. There was no way he was giving himself to me so easily. I had to earn everything and he was in total control, and I knew how much he loved it.
I squirmed more, because I know how much he enjoys when I do.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, cattily.
“Please…” I whispered as his head moved lower, and he started biting at my nipples through my shirt. He ignored me at first, and I started whimpering more as he teased my heaving breasts. He knew exactly how worked up he was getting me, and he knew how badly I could beg.
“Please let me feel your cock,” I finally cried out.
He stopped instantly and stood firmly in front of me, eyes glaring into mine. They looked so dark, so blank, so sexy.
“You want my cock?” he replied, demanding an answer.
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
He released my hands and I slowly brought them back down to my sides.
“Put them back up.” he said sternly, and I instantly followed his directions. He pulled my shirt off and stepped back with it still in his hands, taking me in as I stood there against the door. Feeling small, but feeling incredibly sexy as his eyes darted around my body.
“Take your bra off.”
I obeyed, and reached around to unclasp it slowly, letting it slide from my breasts and down my arms onto the floor. My eyes moved from his to his crotch. I could see how hard he was. I felt myself bite my lip without even consciously trying to. He noticed me staring and he reached his hand out for me to take, and he lead me over to the couch. He sat down as I stood before him. I unbuttoned my pants, and turned around, bent over slightly as I pulled the skin-tight material over my ass, revealing a pair of sexy black lace boy shorts. He instantly reached out, grabbing each cheek before i even got my pants down to my ankles. I looked over my shoulder as he played for a moment before turning back around and stepping out of them, moving down onto my knees as I did. I crawled to the edge of the couch and moved my hands over his crotch, his hard cock practically in my grasp.
“Good girl.” he muttered. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to see your majestic cock.”
“What else?” he egged me on.
“I want to take it my mouth; taste it. I miss the way it feels in my hands, how hard you get when I take you down my throat, choking because of how big you are.”
He moaned and nodded and lifted his ass so I could slide his shorts off, letting his perfectly uncut dick out for me to gaze upon. I stared at it for a second before reaching for it with my hand. I pulled his foreskin back before twirling my tongue around the head, tasting the precum he already had from playing with me just moments before. I took him into my mouth, fully down my throat. I knew how much he liked seeing just how far in me he could get before I choked. He pushed my head down hard, and kept it there. I started tapping his thigh, our ‘yellow light’ safe word, and he pushed down harder before I finally pinched him and he let go. I came up gasping for air. It took me only a moment before I went back down on him, sucking on his tip as my hands played with his balls and shaft. Though we’ve only been together a short time, I already knew what he liked, what drove him crazy, what got him incredibly hard. I also knew what surprises I had waiting in my purse. The socks I had previously planned slipping on were now out the window, as we were already getting heavy and I wanted to move straight to the toys I got. I sucked him off a little longer, and he told me to get sloppier. But I was being bratty and purposefully ignoring his demands. I could feel him getting frustrated until he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up.
“Is there a reason you’re not listening to me?” he asked, and he could tell something was up with what I was doing. I didn’t speak, just nodded slowly. “And what might that be?” he questioned, the intrigue in his voice was apparent. I was so excited to be able to crawl over to my purse and pull out the toys I had brought. In my excitement, I didn’t answer him quickly enough, and he stood, still holding my hair, pulling me up with him before turning me around and throwing me down on the couch. “Are you going to answer me?” he was getting so stern. I loved how low and raspy his voice could get. I smirked up at him and pointed to my purse, but still said nothing.
“And what might I find in there?”
“A couple things….” He liked when I acted coy. He found it sexy seeing me be all frail and small, so I gladly played the submissive role for him. He picked up my purse and walked it over to me.
“Show me.” he demanded.
I opened, and reached in. I knew what I wanted to show him first – the cuffs. I pulled them out by dangling them from my finger. I looked up at him, but there was no reaction. Instead he walked out of the room, confusing me momentarily until he walked back in just a few seconds later and my eyes widened. In his hand was rope. Lots of rope. Enough to tie up my wrists, my ankles, whatever else he might feel like. “Oh, I already planned on tying you up, baby. In fact, we’re going to do that right now. But first you’re going to show me what else is in there.”
The big surprise. The toy he talked about most, but had yet to try. The one I knew he’d have the most fun with at this point. I stared up at him, not breaking my gaze as I tugged at the strap and lifted it out of my purse. His eyes shifted from mine to the ring gag I sat there holding and a smirk crept across his lips.
“Has my little slut been wanting that?”
“Yes, sir.”
He walked over and plucked it from my hands to examine it. After a few moments, gag and rope still in his hands, he told me to stand. He circled me, like a vulture, before grabbing my wrists and weaving the rope around them, tying them together firmly. I moved my arms, realizing I was perfectly bound, and shooting him a look of complete desire. He walked behind me and kissed the back of my neck and reached his hands in front of me, sliding over my breasts, playing with my nipples yet again, and finally one hand moved down to massage my pussy from the outside of my underwear. He kissed down my back to my ass as I still stood, pulling them off of me and moving his head between my legs. He flicked my clit with his tongue only briefly to tease me before he pulled away and stood back up, still behind me.
“You’re going to do exactly what I say. Is that understood?”
As I started to reply, he put the gag over my head and the ring slipped into my mouth. He tightened it instantly and locked me in. There I was. Arms tied. Gagged. Completely turned on. He spun me around to see my mouth wide open for him. Unable to speak. Unable to swallow.
“Stick your tongue out.”
I did.
“Get on your knees.”
I did.
He pinched at my nipples more and I let out a moan. I knew he wanted to hear me with my mouth stuck open. He knew how sensitive they were. He pinched harder, and I let out loud whimpers as he did, feeling my pussy flood. I closed my eyes, wincing, and at that moment he shoved his cock down my throat. He was relentless right away, fucking my face with no hesitation. My tongue move upward, trying to create a little suction between his dick and the roof of my mouth. He was rough with me. Two handfuls of hair shoving my head into his body and he thrust back into me, his cock getting deeper down my throat that it ever had before. I couldn’t breathe, but didn’t want to stop. I reluctantly snapped my fingers, signaling I needed a break. He pulled out and saliva poured out of my mouth and down my chest.
“That’s my girl.” he complimented. My eyes widened and just how sloppy we already were. Spit still strung from my mouth to the tip of his cock as I caught my breath. He rubbed the saliva that dripped down to my breasts all over me, and slapped my tits hard. I had never been as I turned on as I was. I wanted more. I moaned for more.
“You like this, don’t you? You want more of my cock?” I nodded rapidly, gazing up at him. He slapped me in the face with it first, rubbed it all over my checks, my eyes. He told me to stick my tongue out yet again and beat it on that for a little while as he stroked himself. I loved watching him. His strong hands wrapped around his shaft, his foreskin gliding back and forth under his grasp. He hovered over me, dipping his balls into my spread open mouth. I swirled my tongue over them, wishing I could suck but taking as much of them as I could as he continued to please himself over me. The view was amazing and I wanted so badly to reach out and help him. But I knew that’s why he wanted me like this. To drive me crazy. He knew how badly I loved worshiping his cock, and right now he called the shots. He got to decide just how much I could get, and how hard I would get it. How much it would tease me and how badly I would want him.
Finally he inserted it back into my mouth, and the sounds were like none I’d ever heard before. We were so sloppy, and he was getting off and getting even harder as he fucked my throat. This time I was determined to not stop. I breathed through my nose as he got rougher and rougher, the moans getting louder, saliva spilling everywhere, my eyes watering and makeup running down my face. I just kept looking up at him as he gazed down at me, his face so tight as he thrust into me. I could see he was getting close, and let out more moans, and moved my tongue up to again try and create some suction on his cock. He started to let out some light, yet rough, moans and he pulled out of my mouth as he came. I stuck out my tongue and closed my eyes as I felt his load hit my face. His hot cum dripping all over me. My cheeks, my mouth, down to my tits. I opened my eyes shortly after, as he and I were both panting and I saw him reach for my face. He slide his thumb across it, cleaning up the mess he made and putting it into my mouth so I could taste even more of him. He pulled the gag down out of my mouth so I could finally swallow his load and catch my breath.
“You were a very good girl.” He smiled down at me as he pushed me backwards, and laid me down onto the floor, my hands still immobile underneath me. He laid on top of me, kissed me deeply as he roughly inserted two fingers into my soaking vagina and I let out a huge gasp, his hand covering my mouth instantly to keep me from being too loud at the shock of how aggressive he was.
“Your turn.”
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You are a good girl, no doubt about that. :)