I’d been told that tonight was going to be something special.
I was dressed for the occasion in silky soft black panties, lacy bra, and black cover-up. Blond hair was down, slightly messy waves hitting my waist. He came down the stairs told me to close my eyes and lead me to the bedroom. Eyes still closed I could hear ambiance playing calmly, he guided my mostly naked body to the bed. His fingers began to lightly brush across my skin, over my arms, my thighs, around my lips. Between tender caresses, I could hear his heart pounding, and his breathy moans, occasionally I could feel his semi-erect cock brush against my shins. Soon he tired of teasing and laid me out in the middle of the bed. He took off my cover-up and proceeded to grab a blindfold to ensure that I couldn’t peak at any of the activities soon to come. I felt him grab my right wrist first, he began to wrap some sort of cloth around it and secured it to an unknown location. He proceeded to do this to my other wrist and both of my ankles. I laid still, heart beating fast knowing I was very exposed, limbs splayed out like a star-fish on the covers, my vagina begging to drip, wetting my underwear.
I heard his footsteps fall across the room and the door closed. I was alone, but only for a minute. I sat in the quiet wondering with anticipation what was to come when the door opened. I heard fumbling and as he walked over to the bed, he stood above me “Open up.” I squirmed and hesitantly opened my mouth.
A spoonful of something dense, tangy and rich coated my tongue. It took me a couple moments to place it — Greek yogurt. He kissed around my breast, and my stomach, before kissing my mouth taking some of the yogurt with him, his tongue dancing on mine. Warm and succulent. Next, he spooned something else into my mouth, pudding.
At this point he reached to undo my bra, it was a front clasp, and began to pinch my exposed nipples with his index fingers and thumbs. It sent a warm surge to my now very wet vagina. “Open,” and I opened my mouth, expecting more food but was met with his cock. It was fully hard, salty pre-cum dripping down my throat. He thrust himself into my mouth, slowly at first, then more forcefully. Strapped down and unable to move I was forced to take all of him, I began to choke on his cock and he took mercy on me. He pulled out and let me play with his tip, I pressed my lips against it and let it drag across my mouth experiencing its velvety warmth. I continued to play with his hardness popping it in and out of my cheeks, I could hear him moaning softly.
Once again he went away and came back directing me to “Open,” I did and was disjointed that it was a banana. What a rotten trick. After he had his laugh, he pulled off my panties. I was ready. So, ready. More than ready.
I greedily leaned into him as he pushed his cock into the opening of my vagina. The penetration felt like a relief, a void that needed to be filled, over and over again with his presence. We fucked in a modified missionary position for a little since I was still tied up. I could tell the covers underneath my ass were soaked with my juices. Soon we were just too ravenous for each other, and he released my ankles and one wrist. He quickly turned me over and secured my loose wrist. He positioned my ass in the air and gave it a smack. “You like that?” “You want me to put my cock in your wet pussy” I was practically beyond words but managed to say “Yes!” He thrust himself into me, our skin clapping as his pelvis rammed itself into my ass. It was magical. My g-spot was on fire. He was sweating and moaning. “Oh fuck me,” I said, “Please fuck me.” I came time. Then I came again. When it finally became too much I asked him to cum. He shot his load into my cunt and I could feel it all as his cock throbbed.