Delicate wrists [d/s] [rough sex] [cum] [dirty talk] [lockdown]

She started working at the store on the corner during the lockdown. I hadn’t seen her around before and figured she was stuck at home now the universities were closed. She could have been anywhere between eighteen and twenty. She wore her dirty blond hair loose and shoulder length, in bouncy half frizz. She had a nose piercing. She wore grungy clothes that were a bit too large and seemed to hide her frame: dungarees, big t-shirts and shorts, sometimes a headscarf. She might not have even seen the nineties but if she had she would have fit right in.

It was her wrists. I noticed them when she gave me my change. Small, pale, a tattoo of a tiny star. Her fingers were light, delicate, and they brushed my palm when she gave me my change. Our eyes met. She blushed. It was one of those blushes where the meaning is not far below the surface. A look that starts a path from here to the inevetable.

So I kept going back to the store.

It was a quiet afternoon. As I turned to go I said

‘If it wasn’t for the lockdown, I’d ask you out for a drink.’ It was a terrible line. An awful clunking forklift-destroys-warehouse crash of a line.

She started, surprised. ‘I…’ she blushed again, looked down and scribbled something onto a piece of paper, with an expression of total shock; on automatic. Her number. I folded it up and put it in my pocket, smiling as I left.

We started messaging this afternoon. She was called Hollie. I was called Ben. She was indeed a student. There was nowhere to go – everything was closed – so she said I should come to hers.

It was a third floor apartment on the high street, above an antiquarian bookseller and an accountancy office that had long closed for the day. I brought a bottle of wine. She kissed me shyly on the cheek as I came in.

It was interesting, a rented place. Lots of Persian rugs. The art and furniture of someone who would rather be in Goa or Tunis than in North London. We had a glass of wine but we both knew why we were there.

She stood in the living room, in the half light of dusk, with a dim side light on, and undressed. She was slender under those clothes. Her underwear was not fancy – a high hipped thong, a black sports bra – but it was incredibly erotic. I can’t quote explain, but I was as hard as I’ve ever been. Perhaps it was because she seemed so comfortable. Perhaps it was her waist. Fuck knows. She took her clothes off with a sort of determined haste, as if any moment her embarrassment might stop her. So she stood there and then she came and lay over my lap, face down in her underwear.

I was taken back a moment but I knew what to do. The first slap hit her firm ass cheek and she cried out quietly, glanced up at me with glistening eyes, a look of intense gratitude on her face. I spanked her again, harder, and saw her grip the pillows at the head of the couch. The next ones landed on her thighs and her ass again and her breath came in broken gasps. I stroked her and slid my hand between her thighs, which she parted.

Her mound was hot. I ran my hand over her pussy, reached round, stroked back to her ass and spanked her again, my fingers catching her between the legs a little. She gasped and spread her legs more and arched her back. I tapped her pussy with my palm, and then finding a better angle spanked it harder. She jerked away then pushed back against my hand. I pressed more firmly, feeling the spring of hair, the heat of her opening, the hardness of her clit underneath.

‘Ask for more,’ I say softly, firmly.

Hollie looked up at me. She trembled a little as if I might suddenly leave.

‘Please,’ she whispered. ‘Spank me harder.’ She paused for a second. She swallowed. ‘May I show you my pussy?’

I nodded. She reached behind and pulled her panties to the side, still lying on her front. She exposed her hairy mound and, still reaching down, she spread herself open. She held like that for a few seconds, before reaching out again and moving her hands away.

I stroked over her. She was soaking wet, slick and smooth. I slid a finger into her and she gasped; she moaned when I added a second. I drew back and spanked her ass again, hard enough to leave a pink handprint. She breathed hard, kept looking away, tensed as if in great concentration. I slapped her pussy and didn’t remove my hand but fingered her once more. She moaned again and half rolled, slithered, to the floor by my feet.

She lay there, looking half dazed. She got to her knees and unbuckled my belt, pulled my shorts down and took my cock and put it in her mouth. She wanted it. She sucked it hard, never taking it particularly deep but sucking for a few seconds, then rubbing it, then sucking again. Her hand looked small on my thick shaft and I saw her reach between her thighs and finger herself as she sucked. In a smooth motion she lifted the sports bra over her head and carried on. Her upper arms were toned, thin but muscular. I watched them flex and I reached to play with her breasts. They were small, soft, and her large nipples stiffened and her skin rippled with goosebumps as my fingers touched them.

She had shown me how she liked it. I took her nipple and pulled it slowly and firmly towards me, and she moaned again and took more of my cock. I cuffed her across one breast and she liked it so I did it again, harder. I took the back of her head and pushed her a little further down my cock and slapped her breast and watched as she reached down and fingered herself, as her hips rose and fell as she humped her hand.

‘Fuck my pussy’s so wet,’ she murmured. She stood and took her wet fingers and rubbed my cock and lifted my t shirt a little. She came between my legs then climbed onto my lap and straddled me. She pushed her pussy against my cock, that was hard against my belly.

She began to grind, moving her pussy from base to tip of my cock and massaging the head and the end of the shaft when she moved backwards. Her little fingers on it felt incredible. I moaned quietly.

‘Can you slap my tits again?’ She asked quietly. I responded immediately, my right hand swiping across her chest. She gasped and pressed herself harder against my shaft. I took her ass in my free hand and pulled her against me and slapped her again. I could see her chest becoming red. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

‘You’ve been waiting for this for a long time haven’t you?’

She nodded mutely in reply, eyes wide.

‘Time for more?’

She nodded again. I looked around and saw a coil of spare curtain cord by the window.

‘On the floor,’ on your back,’ I said. She obeyed instantly. ‘Hands above your head.’ I took the thick cord and wound it round her tiny wrists. Her fingers stroked each other, still wet from her pussy. ‘Open your legs,’ I said. She spread them for me, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising with anticipation.

I knelt beside her, pulled her panties further to the side. My fingers stroked her belly, her neck, her breasts. I put one hand over her mouth and fingered her with the other. Then I pulled back and spanked her pussy. Her body tensed. She was saying something under my hand. It sounded like ‘more’. I slapped her pussy again, held my hand there, spread her wetness over her hairy mound, put two fingers inside her and began to fuck her slowly with them. Her eyes rolled back. Her body tensed. I held her down by her mouth and sped up.

Her fist orgasm came quickly, like a cloudburst, her body shaking on the floor, her head was thrashing to the side but I kept it still. Kept eye contact as I fingered her and squeezed her thighs and used my palm to rub her wetness around. She had that incredible look on her face – part pleasure, part overwhelmed, a curious sort of delighted fear, as if the sheer scale of the experience might be the start of something much greater and unfathomable.

I moved back to her head and put my cock back in her mouth. She moaned around it and sucked with a grateful energy, keen to show me she wanted to return the pleasure I had given her. I took her hair again and kept her hands away, tied up, and slowly fucked her mouth. She looked up at me with those big dark eyes as spit dribbled from her lips, down my shaft, over her chin.

I reached down and fingered her and when I withdrew my cock I slid my wet fingers into her mouth. Her eyes opened for a split second in reaction and then she sucked on them as hard as she had on my cock. I fingered her again and my fingers dripped as I trailed them over her belly and tits and back to her hungry mouth. When I drew them back her mouth just hung open, waiting for whatever I had. So I gave her my cock again. She didn’t try and suck this time. She just let me use it, let me slide into her wet throat while she moaned and moved her hips.

Then I picked her up, put her on the couch, pushed her legs back and slid my cock into her pussy. She leaned her head back, opened her eyes and mouth wide and gasped. She was tight and I felt myself stretch her open. I held her legs firmly as her bound hands lay above her head. I moved a hand to squeeze her breast hard. I slowly fucked her, giving her my length. I slapped her breast and she moaned. I pulled the nipple and she swore.

‘Fuck your cock feels incredible in my puss….’ her words turned into a moan as I sped up, holding her legs then her hips as I put myself deep inside her. I kissed her mouth and she hungrily kissed me back, sliding her little tongue between my lips and moaning as I held my cock deep in her before thrusting again. I could feel her gasps on my cheek and neck. She screamed when I moved my head to suck her nipple and fuck her at the same time.

I pulled out and stood there. Looked at her spread legs, her hairy pussy, her tied arms, her twined fingers.

‘Put it back in me,’ she mewled. I stroked her with the head of my cock.

‘This?’ I said. She nodded. I took her breast in one hand and slid two fingers into her. I began to thrust. Her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled. I moved faster and she started to moan again. Smoothly I removed my fingers and put my cock back in her as she started to cum. The change seemed to overwhelm her and she she shook, trembling through her orgasm, her pussy twitching on my cock. I kept fucking her and she lay there, her eyes open and unfocused. Moaning meaningless words as my thick cock continued to spread her and fill her in a way clearly she had never felt before.

I pulled her onto the floor and spooned her, fucking her slowly. She lay there, moaning.

‘Have you got any toys?’ I whispered.

‘Bed…’ she said. ‘Under…’

I left her briefly and returned with a pink cock shaped dildo. I untied her hands.

‘I want you to show me,’ I said. I sat in the arm chair. She stumbled her way to the couch and sat back, opening her legs and easily sliding it inside her wetness. She moved it in long slow motions, giving herself all of it over and over, then holding it deep inside. Her free hand rubbed her clit and spread herself wider open. She moaned loudly.

‘Like this?’ She whispered. ‘Is that right?’ She squeezed her nipple hard as she fucked herself. I stroked my thick cock. She looked at it, and fucked herself more, and closed her eyes. There was something perfect about it. I didn’t want it to stop. But I wanted more.

So I stepped back and took the dildo. I raised it to her lips and she opened them. As I put the fake cock in her mouth I penetrated her. I was getting close, I could feel it. I pushed the fake cock into her mouth, deep.

‘I’m going to cum inside you,’ I said as a matter of fact. She nodded, that same look of half fear, half eagerness. ‘When I take this out of your mouth I want you to say things to make me cum.’ She nodded. ‘Ready?’ She nodded again. I pulled the dildo out.

‘Spread my little pink pussy open with your cock,’ she moaned. ‘Put…’ but I stopped her when I pushed the dildo back in her mouth and fucked her a little faster.

‘Good girl,’ I said. ‘More.’ I pulled it out.

She gasped ‘I just want to see your cum dripping out of my hairy pussy,’ she whispered. ‘Fuck I want you to use me like you were trying to put a baby inside of me.’ She gasped as I pushed the dildo back in.

‘Fuck…’ my cock was so hard. I was nearly there. I pulled it out, pressed my forehead to hers.

She kissed me hard. ‘Cum in my cunt,’ she moaned. ‘Oh fuck put your cum in my tight little cunt…’

My back arched. I felt my orgasm ripple through me. I held her down and her hips buckled against mine as I came deep in her.

‘Oh god,’ she murmured.

I pulled back and a second rope of cum landed over her bush and her belly. Then I slid my half hard still throbbing cock back into her and thrusted until I was done and lay down next to her.

She curled up in my arms, her knees almost up against my chest, her fingers against my neck. I held her like that and played with her hair. My hand strayed to her thigh and I felt the stickiness of my cum. I stroked her pussy and she shivered and pushed her hips so I could finger her slowly. She moaned quietly and I slowed down and rested my hand on her ass and a minute later, I felt her fall asleep.

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