I’ve been walking for about 15 minutes when I start to feel the sting of the cold in my cheeks. I check my phone to see how much longer the walk is going to take and start daydreaming about what his house will be like. 6 more minutes.
The times he came to my place he was so comfortable with himself, well dressed and charming – it was hard not to let my imagination get carried away with the possibilities. Someone like him surely had very refined tastes…right? I start to remind myself not to get my hopes up – I always get so weird with going to people’s houses for the first time – intimate partners anyways. 6:30pm is a bit early for dinner, I think to myself, starting to feel a twinge of anxiety mixed with agitation. What am I doing? I hate situations that are out of my control, I should have just had him come over to mine again. As my thoughts became more frantic I realize I have arrived at my destination. It was an original Victorian home that appeared to be refinished beautifully; I was right about the taste. I hesitate before ringing the doorbell, but the cold in my cheeks serves as a kick in the ass and I go for it. I hear his footsteps and as he opens the door our eyes meet, and a sexy and sultry smile crosses his face. I feel my stomach drop into my lower pelvic area. “Just the girl I’ve been waiting for” he says cheekily as he shows me in. There are so many gorgeous antiques, rugs and paintings, and looking around I immediately start to feel drawn in. He leads me towards the kitchen and I can smell the beginnings of something delicious.
He passes me a glass of white – “chablis” he said; he was listening. I am always so turned on by someone who listens to me. I could feel his gaze penetrating through me and began to feel overwhelmed by the intensity, so I walk to inspect what he has been up to in the kitchen. Cast iron skillet and steak, great…mushrooms, fresh lettuce, as I continue looking at beginnings of our dinner I feel him come up behind me. He places his glass of red on the counter in a smooth slow movement and slides his hand up my shirt, sitting it gently on my waist and sending shivers up my spine. His fingertips lightly begin to wake me up and he keeps lightly teasing me until my breathing quickens. He begins to slowly caress the back of my neck with his breath, lips and tongue. The combination makes my pussy start to pulsate instantly. As his hands gently move around my torso finding their way under my bra and to my now hard nipples. he pushes his hips against my ass. My thoughts were overtaken by the awareness of his massive throbbing cock pushing up against me. This is making me go crazy. He takes his hands out from under my shirt, turning me to face him and stepping back a bit, gazing into my eyes with the same overwhelming intensity as before. After a minute he kisses me so slowly and passionately that I begin to feel faint. He takes my hand and starts leading me to the bedroom. After the last two times I haven’t been able to get my mind off what was to come. I had never had such a passionate lover attending to every physical and emotional need I didn’t even know I had. We walk into the room which is dimly lit and with towels laid down on the bed. He tells me he wants to let me destress and release the tension I’ve been holding onto from work, so he thought I could use a massage. I’m not totally comfortable with this but it’s so thoughtful I strip down and lay on the towels anyways. For the next 20 minutes he slowly works every part of my body with a precision I have never experienced. I am so relaxed I’m almost ready for a nap. Just as I’m becoming aware of my heavy eyelids I feel something cold on my back. Leather? He pulls me up and turns me over in one swoop and I see what’s in his hands, its a strap. I suddenly feel a pang of nerves in my stomach; the strap was clearly the type used to tie people down. I noticed the three others and began to gauge in my head what I was comfortable with. I looked up and realized he had been looking directly at me to see my reaction. The idea of not having a hand or leg free truly did make me nervous. At the same time, I had never had anyone so gentle or attentive and he really did seem to be interested in both me and my pleasure. After a brief pause I put my wrist out to him, so it could be bound. Then the other, and then he takes each ankle, and secures them gently but firmly to the bedposts. I feel my body shaking with the mixture of nerves and anticipation and it only escalates as his hands and lips find their way to my body. Kissing and nibbling my nipples and using a little feather to tickle me – this is really starting to get me going. He takes his time slowly moving closer and closer to my aching pussy, hovering at my lips and teasing my even further with his breath. He finally licks his supple lips and kisses my pussy passionately, waiting a moment before using his tongue to coax open my labia and enter my slit. After using his tongue and lips to acquaint himself with every part of my pussy he lifts his head and looks at me. “I have been waiting to taste you all day.” I am so intoxicated with what is happening my words contort into an inaudible moan. I watch as his eyes light up and he focuses his gaze back at my dripping pussy, taking his hand and sliding one of his big fingers and curling it on my gspot, stroking it firmly a few times before sliding it out. He uses his tongue to lap gently at my clit. Remembering how sensitive I am he alternates between swirling it in his mouth and licking and sucking the surrounding areas. He re-enters his finger and begins to apply pressured strokes. He takes my entire clit and surrounding tissue in his mouth and starts a sucking motion making the room begin to spin. At this point can feel my limbs fighting against their bindings and my leg and abdominal muscles start to tense up. I’m definitely about to cum hard, “I’m gonna cum” I manage to slip out of my mouth in between the contrived sounds of my own pleasure. As soon as the words leave my mouth he retracts his fingers and removes his mouth abruptly, “I’ll let you cum this time.” He says this in a tone I don’t quite recognize. The whole thing is a complete sensory overload. He’s hovering his mouth over my swollen throbbing clit for what seems like a full minute until I can’t help but scream out “ok are you going to let me cum or what!?” He stays where he is, speaking directly into my pussy so his breath brushes my pulsating clit. “Do you want to cum?” He asks me slyly. “FUCK MARK! I’m so close! Please!” He remains where he is. “Alison tell me, do you want me to make you cum?” Each hand is holding onto a thigh and I can feel them moving teasing me even more. “Mark please, I want you to make me cum” Even though I’m repeating his words, the begging sounds serious and it is. I’ve never felt anticipation like this in my life. “ok Allison I want you to tell me that you need me to make you cum.” As he says this the tips of his lip brush ever so slightly against my clit and I cry out, “Mark, I need you to make me cum so fucking badly, pleaseeeeee.” Seemingly satisfied, he immediately dives two fingers back in my soaking pussy and starts working my g spot while his mouth resumes that insane sucking technique. His upward strokes are so firm my pelvis is being lifted from the bed as I feel an intense climax begin to take hold of my body. I start screaming out and he doesn’t stop, intensifying my orgasm and causing me to squirt all over the towels underneath me. Still shaking and even more affected by the addition of the bindings… I feel myself go limp, waiting for my breathing to return to normal. He comes up and lies next to and kisses me. After a couple minutes he looks at me, “you did amazing” he says, and sits up, looking down at me still tied to the bedposts. “that was….I don’t even know what to say Mark. That was soooo good. I am a little thirsty though,” I look into his eyes, smiling and feeling affectionate. “Ok let me go get you some water.” He turns and leaves before I can say anything. I immediately begin to wonder when he plans to untie me. I look over at the clock on his bedside table and it reads 7:20pm. He re-enters the room with an ice water, some clean towels and a soft looking blanket. I watch him put the water down and change the towels, lay the blanket next to my naked body. “I might not be able to drink that lying down you know…” He smirks at me. “I’ll help you drink it, don’t worry. And I won’t keep you in those things forever I just wanted to try something a little different tonight. I think it will be good for your stress levels.” He sits next to me and lifts my head, bringing the cup to my lips. When I finish kisses me hard on the mouth before laying my head back down. He pulls something out of one of his drawers and it appears to be a pair of silk underwear. He makes sure he is in my view before he cuts the tag off and puts something on the crotch area. Testing it with a remote it begins to audibly buzz. He momentarily unties one of my legs so he can slip them on me and steps back to admire his work. He sloppily sticks his fingers into my water and grabs an ice cube, bringing it to one nipple and then to the next. He repeats this several times until they are completely erect. He drips a bit more of the cold water overtop of my nipples and smiles at me. He takes the blanket and covers my lower half, leaving my erect nipples exposed. “Alright, I’m going to go get started on the veg. I shouldn’t be long.” He picks up the remote control and looks at me. “Allison?” I almost forgot I was a participant for a moment. “yeah, ok…sorry. That’s fine. Um..” He laughs. “Seriously, don’t worry. This will be fun.” I listen to his footsteps as he walks down the hall when I feel my crotch begin to buzz lightly…
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