I couldn’t stop staring at you. Maybe it was your bright blue hair, or your hazel eyes that always seemed to be looking at me as well. It could have been the denim jeans that barely covered your ass or the piercing in your lip. No matter what the cause was, I finally worked up the nerve to sit at the same table as you in the small coffee shop and find out what was so enticing about you.
You were very friendly, chatting happily with me for almost an hour before you suggested we go out to dinner. I was taken aback but agreed eagerly. I had been thinking of how to ask to spend time with you and you did it for me. You just needed to go home and change, a process you invited me to join along with.
Now in your apartment and sitting in your living room, I hear the shower turn on down the hall, but never heard a door close. I wait a few minutes and can hear the water splashing as you wash yourself.
I resist the urge but curiosity gets the best of me. I quietly walk into your open bedroom and see the bathroom door open. Peeking around the corner I can see your silhouette in the fogged glass door of the shower.
My pants feel tighter as I get the beginnings of an erection. I can see your hands caressing your naked body, not missing a spot. When you begin to shampoo your hair I tempt my luck and move in close to steal a look over the door while your eyes are surely closed to keep the soap out. As you massage your scalp, your moderately busty tits bounce, making your nipple rings catch the light and flash. Not wanting to risk getting caught I retreat back to the living room, ears glowing red.
A few minutes later I hear the shower stop and you drying yourself. You walk from the bathroom out into your bedroom completely naked. Either you don’t know that I can see down the hall into your open room, you don’t care that I can, or you want me to. I get my answer soon enough.
“Hey come in here for a minute,” you call. I wonder if you’ve gotten dressed that quickly or… I pause outside of your doorframe and try to pretend like I’m not about to bust out of my shorts.
“Are you dressed?” I ask ahead of walking in and being greeted by you standing next to your dresser holding two G-strings and not wearing anything. My eyes are studying every inch of you.
“No, that’s why I called you,” you laugh, holding your arms out a bit as if presenting yourself. “Well don’t be shy now, have a look!” You say, clearly exaggerating. I look at your face sheepishly, cheeks burning red. “I don’t care if you stare, I like knowing I make you hard.” You wink at me, evidently noticing the bulge in my pants. “Which ones?” You hold up the panties.
“The blue, it matches your hair,” I manage to say. You step into the panties and pull them up slowly, seductively. You reach your hips and I stare intently as you use the little cloth there is to cover your equally blue landing strip. You pick a matching bra and clip the back over your abdomen and spin it around, pulling it up your body in the same seductive way you did your panties. You let it push your bust up before fixing it and covering your nipples.
“I was wondering if you were going to come spy on me or not.” Your voice has a knowing tone. I can feel my face turning even more red and try to think of a way to talk myself out of it. “I’m glad you did, it let me know you’re as dirty as I am. I had my phone recording from the corner.” You explain, catching my confused look. You smirk and continue getting dressed, now unrolling a pair of very long socks, blue with white stripes. “Can you tell I have a thing for blue yet?” You inquire.
“Well luckily I do too,” I counter. You smile as you put the socks on, pulling them until the ends reach the middle of your thighs. You strike a few poses and then smile at me.
“Is someone excited?” I look down to see my hard on has leaked a small wet spot against my beige pants. I try in vein to wipe it off. “That’s ok, I like it.” You approach me and stand on your toes to kiss me before pushing me down on the bed. “Want me to strip for you? A little private show?” I nod, no words coming to mind to say. “Get undressed and I’ll strap you down,” you order. “I don’t want you touching until I say you can.” You lick your lips so that your tongue ring clicks off of the insides of your teeth.
Practically tearing my clothes off, I get fully naked and lay as you crawl over me to reach under your mattress and retrieve the straps, securing my wrists and ankles down. You prop my head up on a pillow and turn on your radio, breaking the silence with music. You start to dance at the foot of the bed and move suggestively. I want so badly to be able to stroke myself to you. My dick twitches as it stands mostly upright from my body. You give it a playful, teasing, touch as you lean over me.
Your bust hangs, relying on your bra to keep them pushed up and not touch my thighs as you breath on my cock, making it twitch even more. Blowing a kiss at me, you stand back up and go back to dancing, unhooking your top and letting the back hang. Holding your tits is all that keeps the bra on you. You pull up on the bra and let your boobs drop down into place with a jiggle. I pull against the bindings, wanting to touch your soft skin and feel inside of you.
“Are they big enough for you? I like them.” You ask of your breasts. I nod and agree immensely. “Good,” You tell me as you lean over me again and let your hardened nipples and nipple rings tease the tip of my dick. “I like your cock too, nice and big.” Between your compliment and you wiping the precum from your nipples and tasting it I tell you how fucking badly I want you. You giggle, “Not yet, you haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet,”
Leaving me on the bed again, you dance topless for me before turning away and bending over at the hips, grabbing your own legs. I can see your asshole behind the string and see where your skin begins to darken around your snatch, just barely hidden from view. From this stance you put your thumbs on either side of your panties and pull them slowly down, the cloth sticking to you and peeling away from your sticky pussy. You return to the bed and sit to one side of me, spreading your legs with your knees up and putting one foot on the other side of me. I have picture perfect close up view of your snatch so near I can smell your lovely scent.
“I used to hate the way my pussy looks,” you confess. “I was always ‘lippier’ thank than my friends. When we’d be changing clothes, I’d try to hide it,” your hand covers yourself. “They never said anything, but I was always so jealous of this one girl who had just like a line for a pussy.” You drag your finger up your own lips to exemplify. “Then one night we were all drunk and horny and started playing with each other, feeling each other, using toys.” The thought alone is making my throat dry as I breathe hard. “I got to touch her, feel her soft simp.” Your hand is now jilling yourself, fingering and rubbing as you remember. “And she wasn’t any tighter than me, or any happier with herself. She liked the way my lips looked she told me. She said her pussy looked boring when she was getting fucked.” Your wetness is running down your asscrack and leaving a dark mark on your sheets. This is really getting you hot.
“She liked the way my lips covered the dildo she was using to fuck me.” You use two fingers to spread yourself open, showing me a glimpse of your pink vag. “Mmm… we had a lot of fun that night,”. You close your eyes and Jill yourself more rapidly for a minute. You open your eyes back up and pull your fingers from inside of you and put them in my mouth, letting me suck your pleasure off of your hand. “That was the first night I ever tasted that.” You tease. “And the first night another girl ever tasted me.” As you say this, you get over me and hover just over my face, raising yourself just out of reach after my tongue runs across you. “No no, not yet,” you say again.
You get over me as if to ride cowgirl but push my cock flat against my stomach and press your snatch over my shaft, rubbing your pussy and clit over me as if it were inside of you. You play with my tip while you rub your lips up and down me. I moan and rock my hips with you, enjoying finally being touched. I plead for you to let me inside of you.
“You wanna feel how tight I am around you?” I agree, begging. “Too bad, not yet.” I let out an aggravated noise and you laugh and rotate over me, putting your ass over me. You lower yourself down to my mouth, your wet lips immediately being attacked by my tongue. “I’m going to make you cum and get that easy one out of the way before I fuck you, so don’t fight it, ok?” I mumble out an agreement as I continue to eat you and then moan into you as your tongue ring pleasures me. Fuck you’re good.
Your spread feet ease out to my tied hands and you let me hold them as we both suck and lick each other’s most intimate areas. I feel your toes curl in your socks as you enjoy my oral stimulation of you. When the urge comes, I do as you asked and don’t fight it, grunting as I fill your mouth with my hot load. You keep sucking well after then and after I’ve more or less stopped doing anything other than just resting my lips on your snatch. You finally sit up and get on your knees, turning to face me again.
“Now you can feel this tight little pussy around your dick.” You tell me as you sink down over me. We moan together as your tightness and my girth feel incredible together. You bounce on me hard, our skin slapping together loudly and making your juices splash out. You hold your own breasts while they bounce, squeezing them tightly. You moan loudly and pull off of me.
“I can’t fuck you like this, I need you pulling my hair and grabbing my tits, slapping my ass, fucking me.” You unstrap me quickly and I meet you on our knees, you quickly kissing me and trying to get my cock back inside of you. I resist and lay you on your back, putting your sock covered feet on my chest as I start to fuck you with your snatch pinched tighter between your legs. I hold your knees for leverage until you put your legs up and over my shoulders, the soft cotton on your thighs and calves stimulating in its own way.
“Your friend was right,” I tell you while watching my dick ravage your tight box. “Your pussy does look even better when it’s wrapped around a cock.” You giggle and watch yourself take me inside of you and then stretch your lips back before repeating. “I always loved watching myself disappear inside of a girl,” I admit. “Knowing they’re feeling me all the way up there.”
“Oh I feel you, fuck,” you agree. “Want to make me cum? Just choke me until I’m the same color as my hair and keep pounding me deep.” I smile and wrap my fingers around your throat, putting pressure on your windpipe and widening my stance into a push up position and I start fucking you hard, smashing our pelvises together and bottoming you out. Your advice is true, as your face starts to change from red to a darker color you climax, breathing deeply as I release your neck. You shake and nearly silently cum as I keep fucking your even wetter pussy.
“Where do you want me to finish?” I ask as I feel myself nearing completion. You tell me anywhere but in you is fine, and on your bright blue landing strip seems like the perfect place to glaze you. I pull out of your grip and jerk myself rapidly, covering your pussy with my cum. You leave your legs over my shoulders as I slump down, extremely satisfied.
“Well now I have to shower again,” you laugh. “So be thinking about what you want to eat while you bend me over in the shower and pull my hair.” I think I have one more round in me…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bs9yjy/that_blue_haired_girl_bondage_mf_69_choking
So….def not a true story?
No, most of my works are fiction inspired by real life events, just changed enough to keep identities private