No one wants to go ANYWHERE given the pandemic, so we leveraged that for a honeymoon suite weekend package. Thriftiness is sexy right? Well so is having your mistress tied up and at your mercy.
We checked in. Got to the “room” and it was more like an apartment. Stairs lead up to a ‘loft’ with a couch and TV that overlooked the place. There was a giant Jacuzzi that could have hosted an orgy, and a classic 4-poster king bed in the corner. With a canopy over the top…
She went straight up the stairs and got comfortable on the couch… I checked the lay of the land and found something interesting about the bed… I decided that would be the ultimate destination for our first round of lust so I stuck a few cloth straps under the pillows. I expected to tie her up somehow and have my way with her, but when I saw the bed and what it offered, I knew that’d be the place. So I emptied my pockets… well mostly.
*
We ordered some room service and just relaxed. We drank the wine they stocked the room with and pounded down the chocolate covered strawberries that were part of the package. But as we did all I thought about was the sex that was to be had. I’m not sure why I waited as long as I did.
I carried a blindfold still in my pocket, a nice change from the masks that had become a part of life. I took it out, smiled at her, and fixed it around her eyes. It was dark, thick, and black, it would block all her vision completely and it did. She sat beautiful on the couch, waiting for me.
I stood and stripped before her but she could not see as my cock already twitched just inches from her face.
Then I returned to the couch and fed her the strawberries in as sexy a way as I could, painting them around her lips before pushing them between and letting her take a bite. She said her lips tingled from the alcohol and that it felt good. I was tempted to just stand and slide my dick between those lips and see if that felt good to her, but I showed some restraint.
Instead I threw her over my shoulder and carried her down the stairs like some caveman.
*
I threw her in the middle of the bed.
She only wore panties and a bra. I wrestled them off her quickly and playfully mindful that the blindfold stay in place. We kissed and made out and my hands playfully explored her body. Just minimal pinches of the nipples or gropes of the ass were had. Occasional finger slipped between her pussy lips and collected her wetness, but it was all quick and fun and light hearted. I even let her grab my cock a few times when it wasn’t banging against her reminding her it was already hard and that it wanted to fuck her.
It was playful, it was fun.
As I pressed her between me and the mattress I kissed her deeply, then I reached up under the pillows and pulled out the straps I had planted there. Now my body was on her and my legs were between hers, I moved my hips so my cock rubbed against her pussy lips and I heard her moans before I grabbed one of her hands and got to work, never stopping the simulated fucking. I wonder if she could feel how much harder my cock was progressively becoming?
I worked on each of her wrists, tying them firmly. I felt her kiss change as she realized what I was doing. But the kiss just intensified in power and passion. She wanted what being tied up usually brought her. She liked being subject to my whims and tongue and fingers and cock – but above all, to my mind and desires.
Once her hands were taken care of, I popped up off her body, climbed out from between her legs and basically straddled her chest, my cock at the base of her breasts, my balls lay on her skin just between them. I looked down and she was beautiful, her smile was beautiful. I reached forward and tied each hand to one of the posts and when I did my cock squeezed against her chest, in that gap between her tits. I looked down and saw her face slightly rising, as if she was going to try to find my tip with her mouth.
I loved when she was hungry for my cock. I loved it so much that it usually made me deny her.
This was one of those times.
*
After I leaned back my cock sprung up off her body, and was inches from her searching mouth – might as well have been miles as there was no way she could taste it without me making it happen.
I leaned back, one palm catching my body so I didn’t fall off of her, but the other hand I reached back between her legs, and started gently massaging her mound.
My fingers were all flat down over her, my plan sat against her hood and lips, my fingers dance down at the base between her asshole and where her vagina started. I rubbed the tips there, and mashed the palm into her. She moaned and I watched her moan. It was my pleasure to watch her pleasure began to climb.
I worked the fingers up into her pussy itself, letting the tips spread her at the base and pulling lips apart with the rest of them. I knew how to manipulate her entirety, and my fingers were especially good at manipulating her cunt.
My middle finger dipped in and out of her wetness, my palm now full against both her parted lips and the clit between, I pushed it up and down slowly as my finger hooked in and out of her. She was basically an instrument I played, and I loved the sounds that came out of her mouth as a result. I could hear them in my dreams sometimes, the sounds of her pleasure were burned that deeply into my brain.
I found my balance quickly, I found the hand as her pussy was enough to hold me up, in fact putting added pressure down onto her pussy by picking up my other arm just seemed to make her moan ever the deeper.
I used that free hand to start rubbing my own cock.
*
As I heard her gently plateau, as her mouth quivered a bit and I recognized her first sounds of orgasm, I rubbed my fingers on my own tip. It was wet, it was oozing pre-cum in anticipation of what it would later engage in. I collected some of it on my finger tips, then I brought them up to her moaning mouth, and almost died when he sucked them in eagerly. Then almost died a second small death when she started licking to enjoy my taste.
It was all I could do to maintain just my slow steady pace on her vagina. I didn’t want to speed up and rock her existence yet. This was to be controlled. But she was making me want to lose control.
*
I nearly threw myself off of her when I realized it was pointless. That I had to have more right then. I sat bolt upright, my hand leaving her for a moment. Then I leaned slightly forward so my cock found itself between her breasts.
I wanted to fuck them, but first, I had to have a taste of her little juicy pussy. And, I wanted her to witness the entire struggle.
So I grabbed her nipples for a moment, I pulled them up and toward each other, basically closing her tits around my stiffness. And I caused her to gasp in a bit of pain from the vice grip of my fingers. I thrust a few times and my hard cock felt so happy to slide again the softness of her breasts. I could have fucked them happily and done nothing more. I could have pumped a dozen more times and that’s all it would have taken for my white cum to have erupt between them. But that wasn’t the intent much as it was the desire.
I leaned back and fucked them a little longer, the view was exquisite. But, her view, that was what I was after.
I released her breasts, I reached up and removed the blind fold.
Our eyes met and I smiled.
Her eyes darted down to my cock and she licked her lips, then her eyes returned to mine.
There was always so much joy in taking her, and especially in ways she’d find surprising.
I let my eyes shoot upward quickly, I looked to the canopy over top. I raised my head slightly so I could look directly at it.
She did the same, I watched her do so in the mirror that hung above us. Our eyes met. I couldn’t wait for her to watch me eat her pussy next.
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