Author: HabitNational742

It started out normal. We were just chilling: sitting on the couch and watching movies, eating pizza, just hanging out. We had always been friends, maybe a little closer than friends should be, but friends nonetheless. There had always been a little bit of tension between us, and a part of each of me had always been curious about what the person I had sleepovers with, gossiped about boys with, hell, even showered with on occasion, tasted like. What it would feel like to kiss her, to be inside of her, how electric it would be. Now she was on my lap, and my tongue was in her mouth, and she tasted like Malibu and pineapple. She had a knee on either side of me and a handful of my hair. Both of my hands were gripping her ass, and I was lost in the moment. On the other side of the couch, my boyfriend was watching us, and I knew that he was getting harder and harder by the second. I moved my hands up from her ass to the bottom of her shirt, and slipped my hands underneath. My fingertips traveled up and down her back, gently tracing her spine, and I could feel goosebumps raise under my touch.
All the insecurity I had been feeling was gone now, now I felt emboldened, empowered. I had been terrified that she wouldn’t want this, that she would leave when I had made a casual joke about it. I didn’t expect her to agree, and I definitely didn’t expect her to kiss me. She said that she had wanted it just as much as I had, that for years, she had wondered the same things about me. I touched the hooks of her bra, debating on if I should undo them, but I decided against it. I didn’t want to take things too far. As if she sensed my internal struggle, she took her hands off of me and pulled away. My stomach dropped for a moment, but as she began to lift her shirt over her head, heat washed over my body. As soon as her head was out of the shirt, her mouth crashed onto mine, and her hands were making their way to the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it over my head and pressed her body into mine as our lips met again. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest, her bra was thinner than I had thought. I pulled her body into mine even harder, and I unhooked her bra. As I did, I heard a zipper. I glanced over at Aiden, he had his pants down to his knees, and I could see his hand moving under his boxers. Maybe it was the liquor, but knowing that he was watching us explore each other made the experience that much hotter.
I turned my attention back to her, moving my mouth down her face, kissing her chin, working my way down to her neck. Once I reached her chest, she pulled back and arched her back just a little, letting her bra fall off of her and putting her tits on display for me. I had seen them so many times before, but never like this. I had touched them, helped her put bras on and take them off, laid on them, but I had never had her sitting on my lap, showing them to me. They were beautiful, perfectly sized, with cute dark pink nipples that were long, but not too long, and the dark color was a great contrast against her ivory skin. They were always attractive to me, but I never actually realized how much I wanted them until now. Now, it wasn’t just a want. It was a need. I ran my hands up from her hips, never letting them leave her body, until I had touched everywhere. When I reached her nipples, I lowered my mouth and sucked one into my mouth while I began to roll the other between my fingers. I pushed my tongue against it, then with the tip of my tongue, began to circle it. I scraped my teeth over it, and she moaned again, so I bit and pulled it just a little. I sucked for a moment longer, before moving to the other one. I held the one that I had moved away from, massaging and feeling the weight of it in my hand. After a few moments, I was rewarded with a breathy moan, and I became aware of the warm wetness that was soaking through her pants, leaving a damp spot on my thigh. I felt her hands move from the back of my head down to mid-back, and she began fumbling with the hooks on my bra. I pulled away from her and straightened my back, and once it was unhooked, I pulled it off.
She looked down at me in amazement, like it was the first time she was ever seeing me without a shirt on, and I understood the feeling of overwhelming joy and excitement she was feeling. Hesitantly, she reached out and cupped my tits, rubbing her thumbs over my nipples. She lowered herself and licked one of my nipples cautiously. Before I could stop it, a sigh escaped me, and I saw her eyes light up. She began to swirl her tongue around it, and I felt the heat between my legs continue to grow. I had wanted this for so long, and it felt even better than I had imagined. My back arched, pushing against her, and she nipped at me like I had her. I moved my hands to her knees and gently began rubbing her, working my way higher and higher. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, but I didn’t want to touch her there until I knew for sure that she wanted me to. She released my nipple and started to kiss her way up my neck, then over to my mouth. Once her mouth was on mine, she moved her hands down my arms until they rested on top of my hands. For a moment, we just held hands while we kissed, then she slid my hand even higher and cupped it over her pussy. She wanted me to touch her, she really did want this to fully play out. Her breath hitched, and she moved her hand away, placing it on the back of my head. I pulled away from her and looked between us, at my hand. I couldn’t believe that I was actually touching my best friend like this. I slowly began to rub her, still afraid to go too far. I could feel her wetness seeping through her leggings, and excitement overtook me. After some blind exploring, I found her clit and began to circle it. Her body tensed as she started to grind herself against my fingers.
“Hold on”, I said, pulling away from her. I pushed her towards the seat beside us, closer to him, and she climbed over. I pulled her pants off of her, and admired her pussy. It was perfect, just like the rest of her. It was pretty and pink, and so wet, she was practically dripping. “Holy shit”, I whispered under my breath. I couldn’t believe that I was this close to her, so close that I could smell her sweet musk.
I started kissing her thighs, getting closer to her core each time. I looked up at Aiden, silently making sure that what I was doing was okay, and he was watching every single move I made. He was still stroking himself under his boxers, but faster now. He was definitely enjoying what he was seeing. I looked over to her, she was watching me too, waiting for me to pleasure her. I motioned for him to move over beside her, and when he sat back down, I reached to his free hand, and placed it on her breast and cupped it around her. I moved his hand for him, squeezing and feeling her, but never stopped kissing her thighs. Finally, I reached her center. I kissed it gently, then slipped my tongue between her lips, tasting her wetness. As soon as my tongue touched her, her body relaxed and she moaned, not holding back this time. I licked her with strong, slow licks from top to bottom, exploring every part of her with my tongue and savoring the way that she tasted.
“Fuck”, I said, looking up at her. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s so damn sexy.”
She didn’t answer, just kept moaning as I licked her, especially whenever my tongue touched her clit. Once I was done exploring, I focused on her clit. I swirled my tongue around it, feeling her twitch and jerk under me. She was still moaning, but it was more breathy now, almost like she couldn’t breathe. I looked up at her, never taking my mouth away from her pussy, and she had her head laid on the back of the couch with her eyes closed, and Aiden had his mouth around her nipple. They both looked like they were enjoying the experience as much as I was. I closed my eyes again, and focused on what I was doing. I stopped circling her clit, and started licking her as I had before, slow and strong. With each lick, I got closer to her entrance, until I finally slipped my tongue inside, tasting all of her wetness, letting it cover my mouth and chin. I moved inside of her, feeling every time she pulsed. She started grinding again, but this time it was on my face, and I felt him moving on the couch. He had moved to her other nipple now, and I moved back to her clit. I started licking it hard, putting plenty of pressure on it, and her grinding got faster, so I followed her pace. My tongue was moving quickly, and her moaning was getting louder, more intense. I looked up, and he was kissing her neck now, massaging her tits as he did. I started sucking on her clit, gentle at first, quickly getting harder, then moving back to licking as her grinding got more intense. I alternated between licking and sucking for a few moments, until her breathing got even more shallow and her moans got higher-pitched. I licked her clit harder and harder as her grinding did. She reached down and grabbed my hair in both of her hands, pushing my face into her pussy even more, and I licked her even faster, feeling her body tense, until she finally screamed in pleasure. Her body writhed as she came, and I sucked her clit as she did, feeling her juices flow onto my chin, stopping only when her entire body relaxed.
“Holy shit”, she panted as I climbed back onto the couch and sat between her and him, who had begun stroking himself again. I gave him a quick kiss and rubbed my hand up his thigh, over his own hand before moving back to her. I leaned over and lifted her head up, bringing her mouth to mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, using me to pull herself up.
“Holy shit”, she repeated with her lips pressed against my mouth, still breathing heavily.
“Holy shit”, I said, smiling against her.
“I taste me,” she whispered. “Was it okay?”
“It was fucking amazing. I loved it. I love the way you taste.”
She pulled me back down onto her mouth, kissing me with the same passion that she had when we had first started. I moved my hands to her tits and began touching them, squeezing them, massaging them. Soon, my fingertips found her nipples and pinched them, lightly at first, then harder. She sighed, and I responded by pinching harder and pulling. She moved her hands down my body, stopping at the waistband of my shorts. She slipped her fingers under the elastic and pulled at it, wanting them off. I lifted myself off of the couch, and she dropped onto the floor to pull them off of me.
“Your turn,” she whispered, her voice low, with an almost hungry tone to it. “Damn.” She said it so quietly, I could barely hear her, but I was more than aware of her breath in between my legs.
Where I had taken my time to tease and explore her, she went straight to licking me. The second her tongue touched my pussy, I felt like I was on fire. I was sure that I wouldn’t be able to last as long as I wanted; I wanted to do this forever. I leaned my head against the wall behind me, and Aiden followed me, lowering his mouth until it was just barely touching mine.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips. He glanced down at her, then looked back up at me. “This is the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen.”
She was licking me wildly, frenzied, but not carelessly. It was like she couldn’t control herself enough to go slow, and I wasn’t complaining. She was licking everywhere, only taking breaks to suck my clit. Her sucking brought me closer and closer each time she did. She would suck, just for a second, and then lick around my clit, driving me absolutely crazy. Then she would lick from one end of my pussy to the other, slower, but with more pressure, and she would slip her tongue in my entrance and lick until I moaned, then she would move back to my clit. As she licked, he lowered himself and drew my nipple in his mouth. He was rougher than she was, but he had done it so many times, he knew exactly how I liked him to do it, and he was doing it perfectly. They were both licking and sucking me perfectly, and I could feel an orgasm building in the pit of my stomach much sooner than I wanted. My back arched, what my body did was out of my control at that point. I was making sounds that I had never made before, and I started running out of breath, until my body finally released the pressure that had been building. I didn’t even know how to describe it other than an explosion, I had never experienced anything like it. After I had come and my body had slumped down into the couch, he moved his mouth to mine and she climbed back onto my lap.
“Holy shit,” she smirked.
“Holy shit,” I repeated, pulling away from him for just a moment. As I met his mouth again, she moved back down onto the floor.
I closed my legs, not knowing if I could handle any more. She pushed them apart again, not aggressively, but gently. She began kissing the inside of my thighs like I had done earlier, and I could feel myself getting worked up again. She moved up my thighs, and he worked his way to my neck. I reached in between his legs and began rubbing his cock over his underwear. He exhaled like he had been holding his breath forever; it was almost a moan. As she got closer to my pussy, I slipped my hand under his boxers and started stroking him slowly. He kissed me more aggressively, and quickly moved to my neck. Soon, she reached my pussy and was gently kissing me. Between the two of them, I was ready for more.
I stopped stroking him, took my hand out of his boxers, and tugged on them, telling him to take them off. He wasted no time, they were off before I knew it. His dick stood straight up; I didn’t think that it could get any harder. I pushed myself off of the couch, away from her mouth, and onto his lap. He guided me onto his cock, and I felt myself stretch around him. I began moving my hips on him, not letting him fuck me yet, just letting him feel me around him. She crawled over to us and started licking me again, going straight for my pussy this time. Once she started licking me, I couldn’t handle it anymore, I had to be fucked. I started moving up and down, and it didn’t take long for him to catch on. He began thrusting his cock in and out of me, and it felt like he was going deeper each time. He had his face buried in the side of my neck, breathing and moaning in my ear and turning me on even more.
She didn’t let the movement stop her from licking, in fact, it only made her eat my pussy more aggressively. She was licking me hard and fast, just like he was fucking me. I had never had this much pleasure, I had never had two people pleasuring me at once. It was almost overwhelming, in the best way possible. His cock was deep inside of me, stretching the walls of my pussy, and I could feel myself pulse around him. Her tongue was everywhere on me, it was licking each wrinkle of skin, circling my clit, then sucking it. I felt his cock start twitching inside of me, and knowing that he was close brought the orgasm that was building in me that much closer. I could feel myself start tightening around him, and the tighter I got, the closer he got. My orgasm kept building and building, just like his, until finally, neither of us could handle it anymore. He came first, letting his cum fill me, then I exploded.
Once I had ridden the waves of what was probably the most powerful orgasm I had ever had, I climbed off of him, and she immediately brought her mouth onto his cock, cleaning our mixture of come off of him, exploring him with her tongue. His cock stayed hard in her mouth as he moaned, and she began to move with more of a purpose. Her head bobbed up and down as she took his length into her throat, and I could see her tongue move along his shaft, and then to pause to circle his head. He groaned from the pleasure, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was in control, though, and made sure that he did not get ahead of himself, that he let her take her time with him, let her enjoy his cock in her mouth. She took his cock out of her mouth and slowly ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft, watching his face the whole time. Once she reached his balls, she brought them into her mouth, gently sucking and licking. I moved so that I could kiss him, and as soon as my mouth met his, he moaned again, sending vibrations through my entire body. I tangled my hand into his hair, just for a second, before moving my hands down his body I quickly reached his cock, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him slowly. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting the two of us pleasure him. As my stroking got faster, her pace adapted to match mine, and his breathing got heavier and faster. I could feel him twitch in my hand, and she moved up, letting her mouth take my place. He once again pushed himself deeper into her throat, and this time, she let him. I lowered my mouth onto his as he let out another moan, a low, guttural moan that told me that he was about to come. He started pushing into her mouth harder, faster. She was struggling to breathe, but I could see the excitement in her eyes as I moved my mouth down his neck, kissing every inch of skin that I could reach. Finally, he grabbed her hair and thrust himself deep into her throat, so deep that it brought tears to her eyes, and he came, not giving her the option to pull away.
“Fuck,” he panted, falling back onto the couch. “Fuck.”
She smirked, still sitting on her knees on the floor. She had already cleaned the cum off of her face, now the only indication of what had just happened was her red eyes, still watery from her gagging. She was still just as beautiful, just as fucking sexy as she was before. I still wanted her, I wanted to taste her again, I wanted to be inside of her. I wanted to feel her pussy stretch for me, to be surrounded by her wetness. As if she had read my mind, she rose to her feet as I leaned down to meet her mouth. As soon as her mouth touched mine, I felt the same electricity that I had felt the first time. I pulled her up onto my lap again, never leaving her lips. I gripped her ass as she climbed onto me, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. I let my hands move up over her hips, across her lower stomach, and to her pussy. I ran my fingertips over the folds of her skin, feeling the wet heat radiating from her. I slipped my finger just past her lips, and brushed over her clit. Her body tensed, and she broke away from my mouth, letting out a soft moan. I found her entrance and circled it for a moment before barely slipping my finger inside of her. She pushed herself down on my finger, trying to get me deeper into her. I obliged, pushing my entire index finger into her. Then I slipped my middle finger inside of her, and began to gently pump them in and out of her. After a couple of minutes, I added a third finger, and I could feel her stretch around me. I gently scraped my teeth across her nipple, tugging it as I pulled away. I moved to the other one, circling it with my tongue, then biting just enough to make her take a sharp breath. She was moaning, quietly, it sounded more like sighs than moans. He was watching us again, his cock standing back up, his hand back to work, stroking again. She was rocking back and forth, helping me to reach places inside of her that I couldn’t on my own. I was moving my mouth between her tits, savoring the feeling of her nipples in my mouth and the feeling of thrusting my fingers inside of her gently. Finally, I pulled my fingers out of her, and was met with a disappointed sigh.
“Move over,” I told her, pushing her onto the couch towards Aiden. She moved onto the couch, and I nudged her again. “Bend over.”
She moved onto her knees and positioned herself so that her ass was sticking up in the air. This was the first time that I had a full view of her ass, and it was just as beautiful as the rest of her. I could see her pussy peeking out, too, and seeing it from behind, wet and ready, waiting for me, ignited something primal in me. I grabbed her ass, moving and massaging it, watching her cheeks move. I gave it a light slap, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting, and it jiggled back at me, somehow turning me on even more. I gave it another slap, kissing where my hand made contact. I began kissing all over her while I moved my hand up her thigh. Once I got to her pussy, I wasted no time, I went straight for her entrance. I pushed two fingers into her, then added the third. She whimpered as I started thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first, but then quickly picking up speed. I started thrusting harder, faster, and she was moaning with each thrust. She was throbbing and tensing around my fingers, and I knew that her orgasm was getting close.
I wanted to taste her again, I wanted her to ride my tongue again. I took my fingers out of her and immediately replaced them with my mouth. I began sucking on her clit, flicking it every few seconds with my tongue. I licked her a few times, from one end of her pussy to the other, fast and strong, I slipped my tongue into her entrance, swirling it inside of her, then licking back to her clit and sucking. It didn’t take long for her breathing to get shallow, for her moans to turn into small whimpers, for her to start grinding her pussy on my face even harder, more urgently than she had been. I matched her pace, rapidly flicking my tongue across her clit, feeling the tension in her muscles building and building until she finally exploded, her juices gushing onto my face, gasping for breath. She kept rubbing herself on my mouth until her body had released everything that it had.
As soon as her body relaxed, I heard a deep grunt coming from somewhere else on the couch. I looked over at Aiden to see his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking like his life depended on it. I turned so that I was between his legs. I lowered myself and flicked my tongue across the tip, and as soon as I did, he had his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down onto his cock. I tightened my lips around him as he fucked my mouth. It only took a few thrusts before his cock twitched and a flood of hot liquid filled my mouth and began to flow down my throat.

I don’t how many times I came on the vibrators before he finally took them away. My clit was swollen and so, so sensitive. So much so that the little flick that he gave it while he removed the vibrators was enough to make me yelp. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I was exhausted. I could’ve went to sleep tied up on the bed, but he untied me and led me out of the room and into the bedroom that he had put our bags in. I collapsed onto the bed, absolutely drained from the experience. I felt him climb into the bed beside of me, and I almost immediately drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to the feeling of my legs being pushed apart, and pressure in between them. Still groggy, I reached up to push away whatever had woken me up, and my hand connected with flesh. My eyes flew open, panic filling my chest, and I swung my hand at my assailant, harder this time. A hand wrapped around my wrist and pinned it to the bed beside my head as I became aware of the cock inside of me, fucking me mercilessly. I swung with my other hand, but it was caught too, and pinned on the other side of my head. As the face of my attacker came into view, I began to calm down. I remembered where I was, and who I was with. I relaxed back into the mattress as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into my pussy, and I suddenly became aware of exactly how wet I was. I could feel a small damp spot on the sheet below me, I had dripped onto the bed. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I looked up at the man fucking me, taking in the details of his face, and for a moment, I felt a connection. I quickly pushed the thought out of my head, this was a business arrangement. A negotiated weekend. No feelings, no strings.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into me. With each thrust, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. He released one of my wrists and moved his hand to my nipple, and he began pinching, twisting, and pulling. The pain sent electricity through my body, straight to my core, pushing me even closer to the edge. With his other hand, he reached between us and began circling my clit, and I winced in response. I was still sore from the night before, my clit had went through a lot. After the initial pain, though, the way that he expertly circled it sent me to the edge of orgasm in seconds. Between his cock stretching and filling me, the shooting pain from my nipple, and his fingers rubbing the sensitive bud between my legs, I didn’t know how much longer I could last. My body tensed as the wave of release neared it’s peak. My orgasm had nearly overcome me when I looked him in the eyes and he saw how close I was to my release. A devilish smile as he removed his fingers from my nub and pressed on my neck. He pulled his cock out of my gripping pussy and looked me in the eyes as I groaned with the disappointment of knowing that with just one more thrust, I would cum on his cock.
“What’s wrong, baby,” he chuckled in response.
“I was so closeee.” The whininess in my voice shocked me, it was so out of character for me. He laughed again, but did not speak. Instead, he plunged himself back inside of me and began thrusting again. After just a few thrusts, I could feel my climax building again, the pressure in my lower belly growing more and more intense as the seconds passed. Once again, I could feel my muscles beginning to tighten in preparation of my approaching orgasm. My back began to arch, pushing him deeper into me, and my hands gripped the silky sheets as the pleasure became too much for me to handle. As I reached my climax, I began to shake, and I could feel myself tensing around his cock.
Once again, he pulled out of me just as I reached the height of my pleasure, immediately stopping the feeling of euphoria that had begun to rush through my body. I threw myself back down onto the mattress, more annoyed than disappointed this time. Frustrated, I looked up at him and was met with him watching me in amusement. He had a satisfied smirk on his face, like he wanted to be annoyed at him, like his goal was to piss me off. The way he was staring at me was almost mocking, almost like he was silently making fun of me, and it made me feel incredibly vulnerable. I covered my face with a pillow to hide from his gaze, and I could slowly feel my body relaxing, the pressure from the orgasm dissipating. I wondered why he was doing this, it was just last night that he had forced to come so many times. Why wouldn’t he let me get off now?
My wondering was interrupted by him moving on the bed, but couldn’t make out how he was moving. He wasn’t getting off of the bed, he was simply repositioning himself, but I didn’t dare uncover my face, I didn’t want to see his smirk, his silent mockery of my frustration. Suddenly, I felt his hot breath on my pussy, and I could feel how close he was to me, almost touching, but not quite. I raised my hips and pushed them towards him, trying to get his mouth on me, but it did no good. While I laid there, I remembered that edging had been something that I had expressed interest in. He really was making sure that he checked all of my boxes, and I was a little impressed. This was not something that I was enjoying very much, though, I wanted to come when I wanted to come. I knew that I was going to have to tell him, our agreement only worked if I was fully transparent about what I wanted.
“Hey,” I said tentatively, staring at the ceiling. I didn’t know why I was so nervous about telling him that I didn’t like this.
“Hey,” he repeated as he peered up at me from between my thighs.
“I, um, I don’t really like the edging. Can you not do that anymore?” I had butterflies in my stomach, and mixed with the pent-up arousal, I kind of felt sick.
“Of course, do you want me to stop what I’m doing, or do you want me to keep going?” He didn’t even sound annoyed, but there was a hint of concern behind his words. I smiled at how accomadating he was, and the butterflies disappeared.
“No, no, keep going,” I said quickly. “Please keep going.”
He smirked, then lowered his face back down. I felt his lips press against my right thigh, then again and again. He was kissing his way to my center. He repeated the process on my other thigh, then gently blew cool air on the sensitive flesh. Goose bumps covered my body, and I could’ve sworn that I heard him chuckle. He continued to tease me, peppering my thighs with soft kisses and nips. The bites would make me jump, but they didn’t hurt, at least not in a bad way. I was ready for more, though, I was ready to feel his tongue on me. With each second that passed, I grew more and more impatient, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs growing as well at the thought of him looking at me like that. I thought of him staring at my pussy, watching my wetness drip onto the sheets. I thought of him feeling pride that he had done that to me, and of him laughing at how much of a mess I was. At how much he had broken me in just a couple of days. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to go back to my life, to go back to the powerful business woman I was, but I quickly pushed the thought out of my head. That part of my life was not anything that I would concern myself with this weekend, especially not when I felt his face inching closer and closer to me.
Finally, he made contact. The tip of his tongue slowly traced my folds, then slipped past the barrier and touched the sensitive spot at my core, sending lightning through my body. He started off slow, lightly circling my clit and then licking me all the way to my entrance, dipping his tongue inside of me for just a moment, before repeating the process over and over again, gradually speeding up. As he licked me faster, hungrier, another orgasm began building. I tried to suppress it, I didn’t want him to know that I was getting close, I was still a little afraid that he would stop. Within minutes, though, my body was beginning to tremble as I tried to hide my impending orgasm. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to pull away as soon as he realized that I was close
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against my skin, taking his mouth off of me for just a moment, just long enough for him to speak, before plunging his tongue back into me. My attempts to stop my climax were pointless against him, between his demand and the pleasure that his mouth was bringing me, I couldn’t contain myself. Once again, my body began to spasm as I reached the peak of my climax. My muscles tightened and I pushed my pussy against his face, desperate for just a little more pleasure, just enough to push me over the edge. Without thinking, I reached down and intertwined my fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer into me. My hips were grinding against his face, and finally, with one last flick of his tongue over my clit, I fell over the edge. I cried out against the pillow that I still had over my face, unable to contain the intensity of my orgasm. It felt like fireworks inside of me, heat and pleasure and electricity shooting through my body.
After I had completely come down, my body relaxed into the mattress, exhausted from the intensity. He didn’t let me rest any longer than I needed to to catch my breath, though, instead he moved the pillow off of me and grabbed my hand. He pulled me up, to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He began walking, pulling me behind him. My legs felt like Jell-O and I wasn’t sure if I would make it to where we were going. He walked slowly, occassionally looking back at me as if to check if I was still there. He led me back into the room we had been in before, the room with the walls full of toys and tools. As we entered, he let go of my hand and instructed me to get on the bed. I perched on the edge, and was met with a disapproving glare.
“Lay down,” he commanded, his voice stern and powerful. I obeyed, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling until I finally heard his footsteps coming towards the bed. I turned my head to look at him, and saw that he was holding the same blindfold that he had put on me before and a set of headphones. What were the headphones for? They weren’t sexy, they looked like a regular set, nothing special about them. He set them down on the bed beside of me and began fastening my wrists to the headboard, this time not with rope, but with cold metal rings that went around my wrists. Handcuffs. Once both my hands were attached to the headboard, he moved to my feet, wrapping what felt like leather around my ankles. He attached each foot to a corner of the bed, forcing my legs to stay spread. He placed the blindfold on me, then he began to speak.
“I’m going to put some headphones on you. They’re noise-cancelling, so you won’t be able to hear. Okay?” I nodded my head in response, slightly anxious about not being able to see or hear, but I could see how it could enhnace the experience, so I welcomed the discomfort as he placed the headphones over my ears. Once they were on, everything was silent. I couldn’t hear him moving around, so I was completely clueless on where in the room he was.
After a while, I felt his presence near me again, followed by feeling his weight climb onto the bed between my legs. He climbed up until he was straddling me, his weight resting on my thighs. His hands touched my either side of my face, then moved down, his fingernails lightly scraping against my skin as they travelled down my throat, traced my collarbone, caressed my tits, then moved down my stomach, until he finally landed at my pussy. He reached between my legs and pressed a finger against my clit, which was still sensitive. He began circling it, so, so slowly, while his other hand travelled back up my body until he reached my left shoulder, and then he traced down my arm. When he reached my wrist, he took his hand off my skin for a moment, and the warmth of his fingers was replaced with a cold, metal object. A knife. For a moment, I began to panic and the thought of calling our safeword crossed my mind, but I decided against it. I wanted this. Knife play was another interest I had told him about, and I knew that’s what he had pressed against me. He slowly began dragging the blade up my arm, careful to only use the tip and to not put any pressure on it. The tip of the knife scratched my skin as it moved up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Once he reached my shoulder, he moved to the other arm and did the same thing, with just a bit more pressure. He then dragged the blade back down my arm to my wrist again. The blade left my skin, then quickly returned, this time the sharp side of the knife. He began gently dragging it back and forth on my forearm, not breaking skin, pressing just a little harder each time. Finally, he pressed it against me enough that I could feel it break through, stinging as my skin separated underneath the blade.
After the first cut, he got more bold. He began creating longer cuts on me, and in different places. First, my arms. Then he moved to my thighs, creating longer and deeper cuts than he had on my arms. Part of me was scared as he became more daring, scared that he would hurt me. Another part of me though, trusted him unreservedly. I had an agreement with him, we had a contract. He was teaching and I was learning. I pushed the distrusting thoughts out of my head and relaxed, really focusing on the sensation of the knife opening my skin. I imagined the blood bead up along each cut, and whenever it dripped, I imagined how it looked, the dark red liquid streaking my skin. I felt myself getting wet at the thought, and a wave of embarrassment flowed through me. I quickly abandoned the feeling as he made his next incision. He was methodical in each cut he created on me, but I could sense his enjoyment, his enthusiasm was evident with each slice of the blade. I could feel my skin separating with each incision he made, the sharp sting as the blade sliced, the slight burn of flesh meeting air, the tickle of blood dripping from the opening. He dragged the tip of the knife up my body, just barely digging into my skin as he did. With each movement, he got closer and closer to hot core. I felt a small sting on one of my lips, then terror as cold metal slipped between my folds and spread me open. My heart dropped as he turned the blade and dragged it all the way to my entrance. I started to call out the safeword, but just before the word left my mouth, he pulled it away. Relief filled me, and I felt like I could breathe again.
I felt him climb off of the bed. Without him on top of me anymore, I suddenly became very aware of the wetness between my legs, and very aware of what I must look like, naked and covered in cuts and blood. My thoughts were interrupted by the headphones being removed. Then the handcuffs being unlocked. Then the ankle straps. My muscles relaxed as my limbs were released, and relief filled my body. The only thing left on me was the blindfold. I fought the urge to take it off, to look at myself and what he had done to me. As I waited for him to remove the cloth from my eyes, I felt his weight climb onto the bed and position himself with my legs draped over his shoulder. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, and he wasted no time before he had pushed himself into me. My walls stretched around him as he fucked me, each thrust rough and animalistic.
“Touch yourself for me, baby,” he instructed, grabbing my hand and placing my fingers on my clit. I began rubbing the still sensitive bud, slowly at first, then faster as he fucked me harder. Soon, another orgasm began to build up inside of me, and I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as his began to build. “Take off your blindfold,” his voice cut through the sounds of our sex. I ripped the cloth from my eyes, and immediately looked down. Red streaks covered my body, each smear of blood coming from a different cut. The sight pushed me to the edge of cumming, and I could feel my walls tightening around him. I rubbed my hands up and down my body, smearing the blood from my wounds. His hands gripped my thighs, snd he began thrusting in and out of me even harder as he neared his peak. I rubbed my clit harder, matching his pace. I felt his muscles begin to tense up, and he was gripping my thighs so hard I was sure there would be bruises. Within seconds, he exploded, the hot liquid filling me and pushing me over the edge of my own climax.

I don’t how many times I came on the vibrators before he finally took them away. My clit was swollen and so, so sensitive. So much so that the little flick that he gave it while he removed the vibrators was enough to make me yelp. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I was exhausted. I could’ve went to sleep tied up on the bed, but he untied me and led me out of the room and into the actual bedroom. I collapsed onto the bed , absolutely drained from the experience. I felt him climb into the bed beside of me, and i almost immediately drifted off to sleep. Read more »