In an [earlier story](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/ep2rvm/fucked_my_kinky_ex_girlfriend_in_a_public/) I told about the relationship I had some time ago with a kinky girl much younger than myself. Let’s call her Inga (my nickname for her was Inga Fuckalotti… [Here](https://i.imgur.com/syEuUZO.jpg) is an old picture of her). Back then she was living together with her mother (her parents were divorced) in a small flat apartment. Usually I picked her up in the weekends at a certain time outside of her flat and we would go to my place to hang out and have sex. First I would bring her back the same day, later she started sleeping over. I didn’t think her mother knew we were together the first half year. I had seen her only once, quickly, without even speaking to her. Inga did not have a good relationship with her mum and preferred to tell her as little as possible.
In short, I had never seen the little apartment where Inga lived in real life. And I got a bit fed up with that. We were always at my place, I had never even saw Inga’s bedroom! Her mother was a nurse but would often work irregular hours. So one day Inga was waiting outside for me to pick her up as usual. I parked my car and asked if her mother was at home. No, she was working, but Inga had no idea when she would be back. Could be half an hour, an hour, hour and a half.. Well, let’s go inside then, I proposed. I wanted to see how she lived. After some protests from Inga’s side she finally relented. Indeed the apartment she shared with her mum was small. The front door came out in the living room, on the left was a small kitchen and on the other side (directly visible from the front door) was her room with beside it a hallway that led to the bathroom and bedroom of her mother.
I can only describe Inga’s room as a girl’s room. Lots of pink and white with posters of unicorns and other magical creatures on the walls and a big mirror opposite her bed. Her bed with bars I like to add. I sat down on it and pulled Inga close, yes I was horny. The thought of fucking her in her own house in her own room in her own bed aroused me. At first she rejected me, her mother could be home soon, but after some manipulations around her genital area and while kissing her flat tummy her kinky side surfaced. From out of a drawer she took a pair of handcuffs. Not the cheap plastic fun kind, but real sturdy steel ones with the key in the keyhole. No idea where she got those, never asked. “Get undressed..” she said with a wicked grin. I had never been the submissive one in our relationship (on the contrary!) but I did as she asked. “Now lie on the bed on your back, arms above your head.” Once again I obliged her, she got on top of me and quickly handcuffed my wrists to a bar of her bed.
Inga was wearing jeans with a shirt but as I was (helplessly) watching her she changed into a white blouse and a tartan short skirt. With no underwear. She just looked like an innocent school girl, which made me rock hard. She got on top of me, slowly grinding her (wet) shaved pussy over my hairy leg while gazing at me with a predatory look in her eyes. I squirmed beneath her, wanting to just grab her and pull her onto my throbbing cock. But I was handcuffed.. Actually, a little too tight, I could feel my hands go numb. I hated to interrupt the scene but I did, asking if Inga could just loosen up the cuffs a little bit. While sighing she reached for them. Then I heard her gasp. “What is it?” I asked. “The key, the key is not in the handcuffs..” she breathlessly answered. “Haha, very funny… Probably you have put them beside the bed. Now grab them and loosen the cuffs somewhat.” “No really, I turned the key and let it in the lock. It must have fallen out..” “Damn, you don’t have a spare key??” “Yes, but it is attached with a ring to the regular one..” I turned my body away the best I could. “Well, then search for them!” I said with a slight panic in my voice. Inga searched under me, beneath me, beneath the bed, under the bed. No keys.
I fully panicked. Goddamn, here I was, lying totally naked, handcuffed to the bed of a young girl who’s mother could get home any moment. What would I say to her if she walked through the front door and saw me (we left the door of Inga’s room open). Sorry but your young daughter handcuffed me, a much older nude man, to her bed?? I even entertained thoughts of breaking my hands just to get them through the cuffs. At that moment Inga saw the fear in my eyes. It turned her on to no extent. She got on top of me again and started licking my nipples and softly biting in them. They are very sensitive and in no time my dick was fully erect again. “Fuck it, we’ll see what happens..” I thought. My horniness was definitely taking over.
Inga was grinding her pussy again over my leg, slowly tugging at my cock, that predatory look in her eyes again. She moved upwards to my head, grabbed it and pressed my face against her womanhood. “Lick it..” So I did. My tongue swirled over her clit, drawing out moans from her mouth. God she was wet.. And my saliva only added to that. After only a few minutes she pushed her pussy forcefully on my mouth and blissfully orgasmed. When she moved back I begged her to please fuck me. My numb hands long forgotten. “Oh? You want that? Are you sure?” She said teasingly. “Yes yes, come on! I am bursting!” “Oh are you?” she replied while sliding her wet lips over my fully erect penis. “Yeeees, pleeaaasee!!!” I never begged for something that hard in my life. Finally she got on top of me, my dick slided in effortlessly, and began riding me. I was in heaven, I swear I could hear the angels sing. Inga unbuttoned her white blouse and bended forward. “Lick my nipples..” Like a hungry baby I sucked on her young breasts. After a while she picked up the pace. “Cum inside me.. Cum in my young pussy..” she moaned. She had never, ever said that before. I can’t remember if she orgasmed again at that moment, I was in another place, another dimension with my mind, but I surely did. While loudly groaning, almost screaming, I filled her up with what seemed endless loads of sperm.
After a while of catching her breath she got off me, drops of my semen falling from out of her pussy on my leg. I regained my senses a bit. “The keys, the handcuff keys…” Inga began looking again and finally, to my utter delight, found them in the crack between the bed and the mattress. She unlocked and took off the handcuffs and I got up, massaging my painful wrists and numb hands. When the feeling in them got back a bit I got dressed. Quickly I French kissed Inga and promised to text her soon when I left the apartment. Outside I got in my car and just as I drove away I saw her mother walking to the flat building. My heart pounded in my chest. Back home I texted Inga (of course I should have stopped the car and texted her to warn her her mother was almost home), she had gotten in the bathroom just in time. Sadly this whole scene was never repeated (it couldn’t be, all the elements) but to this day this stands out as my best sexual experience ever.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f0jvux/mf_lost_the_keys_to_the_handcuffs