This story was written at the request of a friend with whom I share certain kinks. I hope you like it. Feedback and comments welcomed
ACT ONE
You aren't exactly sure how you ended up where you are. During our
online chats, our mutual attraction soon grew into a nearly palpable
sexual connection before we even met. Right from the start you felt that
you could trust me, which is why you came to my house when I ordered
you to.
Before your hand quite reaches the knocker, the door opens. The house is
dark, lit only by the streetlamp outside. Despite your apprehension,
you step inside and wait for the door to close behind you. You drop your
long winter coat where you stand, and wait.
The gloom suddenly turns to pitch darkness; you gasp as a blindfold
enfolds your eyes and is tied behind your head. Exactly as I ordered,
however, you stand dead still even when you feel my breath on your neck,
sense my body heat behind you through your thin summer dress. A hand
snakes around your neck, squeezes your throat a bit -- not tightly, but
not exactly gently either. In fact, you moan and lean back into me, bite
your lip in the darkness. My hand is replaced by the collar I cinch
around your neck... tight enough to slip in one finger, two at most.
Done with the collar, my warm strong hands settle on your shoulders. You
shiver -- or is that a tremble? -- as I knead your tense shoulders for a
minute to relax you a bit.
From your shoulders, I run my hands down your arms to enfold your hands
in my own. I put my arms around you from behind, nuzzling the back of
your neck as I use your hands to touch yourself. First your stomach,
then I have you cup and knead your boobs and cup your rapidly moistening
pussy.
Just as you are getting into it, I seize your wrists and bring them
together behind your back, tie them up... then step away, breaking
contact. Your disappointed moan turns into a squeal as I firmly swat an
ass cheek.
"You don't decide when you receive pleasure, I do. Understand?" I murmur
in your ear. I spank your other cheek to emphasize the last word.
"Yes, sir," you breathe.
"Good girl. Please me and you'll receive pleasure in return. Displease me and no spankings for you, clear? Speak up!"
"Yes, sir! I promise, sir!" you say with another little moan.
"I am going to pick you up and carry you now. You are allowed to try and
pleasure me if you are able." With that, I pick you up with an arm each
around your knees and shoulders. As I walk into the house with you, you
snuggle against my chest and then lift your head to kiss and nibble at
my neck. You feel me shiver in anticipation, and grin to yourself, your
hot breath making me clutch you tighter to my chest.
You're so lost in the feeling of me that you don't pay attention where
we're going until you feel me descend some stairs into a basement. I put
you down on what feels like a wooden table, undo your hands, and tie
you to the table instead... spread-eagled wide open, arms above your
head and your ankles to a leg each. As I spread your legs, you feel the
air hit your exposed little pussy... your hips writhe involuntarily at
the sensation and you moan again.
I remove your blindfold; after that darkness, the candlelight coming
from all around you temporarily blinds you until your eyes adjust...
ACT TWO
When your eyes had done adjusting to the candlelight, you looked around
and saw me standing a couple of steps away. I seemed engrossed in the
contents of a surgical trolley, the contents of which were tantalisingly
just out of line of sight from your prone position. I catch your eye
with a wicked glint in mine.
"You're completely overdressed. Can't have that." With that, I selected
something from the trolley. While walking a slow perimiter around you, I
inspected you from all sides. Even dressed, you felt utterly exposed
under my gaze. I came to a stand at your feet; your look at me from
between your spread knees was part trepidation, part anticipation, and
all lust. I lifted my hand, revealing my hand to contain a pair of long
sharp fabric scissors. "His vorpal blade went snicker-snack..." I
grinned wickedly, giving the scissors a couple of test snips, stepped up
to the table. Taking the hem of your light sundress in one hand, I
spread the scissor blades and carefully slid the blade under and over
the slinky material. You gasp at the touch of the cold steel on your
inner thigh, bite your lip. Catching your eye again, I trap your gaze
with my own. You felt mesmerised but present; as if you were at once
both a million light years away and also trapped in your body. You could
feel every snicker-snip of the long blade, but you couldn't move a
muscle even if you wanted to. All your senses felt heightened. You
became aware of a glow of heat from a nearby fire.
You thought before that you couldn't feel any more exposed, but then you
feel the fire's heat on your naked skin. First your thighs are laid
bare. Always the wench eager to please, you spread your legs wider to
drink in the heat and the feeling of my deep, relaxed breathing on your
skin.
You lay exposed. I prefer vagina or cunt... "pussy", however unambiguous
or acceptable, is still an idiomatic word for a masterpiece of genetic
evolution & execution. Your venus mons magnifique, with a flush of
arousal and more than a dash of "damn she smells good, I shall return
here".So I contented myself with a deep inhalation of your aroused
scent, and grinning a slow hot breath just a hair's breadth from
touching you. "But you're still overdressed."
I planted a wet kiss on your thigh, then -- SNIP -- your navel comes to
view. Another snicker-snack and the bottom of your bra would be showing
if you were wearing one. Instead there was one last snippet until your
dress is a memory. I cupped your cheek, smiled at you.
"There's no going back from this point onwards. Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes. Fuck yes please, do with me whatever you want but just DO ME already goddammit please mister!"
"You asked for it."
Then it all got a bit confusing for a bit. New sensations are like that.
Like finding out what a sensational kisser you are. What you taste like
(which we can never put into words, can we, quite convey what someone
smells or tastes like... we just don't have the vocabulary for scents
really). There was definitely a happy giggle somewhere along the way as I
discovered just where exactly where my bristly face tickles your neck.
Some of the bite marks took explaining, but we didn't think or care
about that as we kisssed and nuzzled and nipped at each other. My kisses
and nommy marks on your neck and collar bones, I turned my attention to
your hithertofore sadly neglected breasts.
I took a seat on a waiting roller stool. Rolling to a stop next to you, I
admired your chest for at least a minute before reaching out to you.
"I love your boobs so much, darling! Do they often poke out like that?" I
teased, standing behind your head, I cupped your breasts and rolled
your by then obviously aroused hard nipples between forefinger and
thumb.
"Only when they're happy or when I'm aroused, sir."
"Ah, which explains why they're always hard when I'm around."
You pursed your lips for a mock-coy reply, but your words turned into a
wordless moan like a sweet blues tune played on that most melodious
instrument, the female vocal chords, to the tune of "Oh yes don't stop
doing that" as I wrapped my lips around your nipples and lashed them
with my tongue, nibbled them softly and sucked first hard, then so
softly that I was barely kissing them at all. This and various other
tactile voodoo tricks did I unleash at your bosom and neck and all those
sensitive spots just by your hairline that always make you gush a bit
if kissed there.
You were clawing at your restraints; you wanted to pull me to your chest
and make fists in my hair or touch yourself but you can't, you can't.
you're all tied up. Your frustrated groan is its own reward. I smile and
move along down you though.
I left a row of wet kisses down your perfectly perfect tummy, around
your navel a few times, but moved along down... honestly, as much for
your sanity as for mine.
Your hip bones' slight projection tickled, made you squirm and again
giggle out loud with the squeals of one who is truly happy and
completely comfortable with saying so. Bubbling mirths flitted across
both our faces, gone almost before they registered... almost. Truth is,
what we saw in each other's eyes was a deep happiness and acceptance for
the other. A mutual hunger, not rushing, but... not wasting time,
either. Scary too. But the time for speaking about that is not yet. I
run my fingers through your neatly trimmed pubes, kiss on down all the
way to your closer knee. Then I stop. Your protest at this earns you a
smack on each inner thigh, which I administer shortly after taking up a
position at the foot end of your table. You gasped and moaned at each
slap, rising to a crescendo when I take you by your hips and pull your
pert bottom closer to the edge. This position makes your legs open wide
and your pussy opened like a flower. The scent from this one was nectar
and catnip and kryptonite all at once. I reached for you with hands and
lips and -- eventually -- an exploring tongue, first lapping at your
clit with a wide flat tongue, then making it all hard and long to tongue
fuck your pussy hole. When my tongue wasn't in or licking you, I rubbed
your inner and outer clitori in little circles and figures-of-eight...
and before long, your vaginal walls contracted and spasmed around my
fingers and you came and came until you lost count and you could take no
more.
"Sir, I -- AHHHyesplease -- I love what you're doing so much but please please PLEASE will you fuck me now?"
ACT THREE
"Now how could I possibly be a gentleman and refuse such a request?"
I moved so I was standing next to your head, which you turned to one
side to look at me. I smiled down at you and reached for my robe's belt.
Your eyes pleaded with mine to hurry the fuck up (so to speak)... I
took my time shimmying out of the silky robe, but removing a single
garment can only really take so long. As the robe fluttered to the
floor, my rock-hard 8-inch cock entered your field of vision. At that,
you made some interesting noises trying to get a closer look. I stepped
closer and stopped you with a fist in your hair.
"What do you want?" I demanded harshly, using my grip in your hair to turn your head so you're looking me in the eyes. "Speak."
You were almost literally panting now. "Sir, please... I want... I want to taste your cock! It looks so good..."
"Well, all right. I suppose you should get to know the cock soon to
ravish you." With that I stepped closer, pulled your head up by your
hair. All you needed to do to reach is stick out your tongue, which you
did with gusto. You gave one long lick from my balls up the shaft to my
big swollen dick head. Reaching the end, you immediately opened your
mouth wide and sucked my cock like it's good chocolate. You were so
eager and skilled with your mouth that I could feel my excitement
building... but too soon, too soon. With my fist in your hair, I yanked
you back off me, turning your head so you could't help but look me in
the eye. An errant strand of pre-cum connected your bottom lip and my
cock head; my cock jumped involuntarily at the sight of you slowly and
deliberately licking it up with relish.
"Greedy wench. You'll get to taste my cum soon enough." I placed my hand
on your throat, tightened my grip to choke you a bit. With my other
hand, I slapped your face in punctuation to my sentences. "But I don't
think you've been naughty enough yet. I have other plans for you right
now... prepare to get fucked senseless. Don't forget that there is a
reason why you're here."
With that, I let go your neck and stepped around to the bottom end of
the table. Your cunt lips were dripping wet with lust. I took my cock in
hand and rubbed the head through your wet slit a few times, taking care
to rub my cock head over your swollen clit every time and making you
moan. Your tied-up hands opened and closed spasmodically with the
impulse to grab my shaft and direct it at your tight hole.
Soon I could't stand to tease you any further. I aimed my dick downward
and placed it at the entrance to your ravenous cunt, pushed forward
slightly. You used what little leeway your restraints allowed to thrust
your hips forward and upwards, swallowing my cock head and eliciting a
groan from us both. With a growl, I grabbed your one hip with one hand
and your throat with another, used that to pull you to me just as I
thrusted forward into you. As I bottommed out balls deep in you, you
felt my cock head kiss your cervical mouth so gently but ever so
insistently. You moaned disappointedly when I pulled back, almost
completely out of you, leaving you feeling empty inside. The moan turned
into a happy squeal, however, as I gave a hard thrust into you. My
balls hit your arse and our pelvic bones nudged each other as I once
again fill your cock-hungry slutty cunt with my thickness. You sighed
and smiled elatedly as I settled into a rhythm, slowwwly pulling out and
then RAMMING back into you.
"Sir, that feels amazing! I love your cock so much. My cunt loves the
way you feel inside. Please please never stop fucking me!" and so on,
you babbled. My hand at your throat was joined by the other. As I fucked
you with a steady rhythm, I choked you for a few strokes and released,
leaving you gasping for air. Then my hands tightened again and choked
you, making your tight little cunt spasm and contract around my cock.
Choke... release... choke... release... all the while steadily fucking
you. The sensations mounted ever higher and higher. You did't even
realise that you've closed your eyes until you felt my mouth closing
around a perky nipple. At first I sucked and licked it gently, then
harder... when your nipple was standing up hard as a little cock, I
nipped at it with my teeth at the same time as I increased the speed of
my thrusts into your body. The pain / pleasure stimulation from the
bite, plus the feeling of my cock in your tight little pussy,
unexpectedly pushed you over the edge. Your back arched and a blush
exploded from your decollétage to engulf your face... with a plaintive
incoherent cry, you came harder than you can ever remember. I held still
inside you; your cuntal sheath was milking my cock as it was, and I
didn't want to cum too soon as I surely would have if I added the
feeling of fucking you to the incredibly erotic sensation of an
orgasming vagina. Keeping an eye on you to be sure you're okay, I rubbed
your clit to prolong the orgasm. After the longest time, your chest
heaved and you breathed in again. Eventually, I moved inside you once
more.
You managed to get your mouth working again. "Oh. My. Fucking. God."
I chuckled. "Speaking."
You laugh out loud, completely blissed out. "You are, aren't you? You
are surely a god at this. Ooohhhhhh..." the last sound because I thrust
deeply into you, again nudging your cervix and making your fertile womb
twitch. That reminded you of why you asked me to do this with you in the
first place: you wanted a baby, and you specifically wanted me to breed
you, get you pregnant... to sire offspring born of our bodies and
minds. The memory's surfacing took you by surprise and you felt your
body approaching another orgasm. This time you were ready, you wanted my
everything.
"Sir... sire... please cum with me. Fuck me, use me for your pleasure,
anything... do anything you want, but cum with me and fill me up with
your hot cum!"
We were now looking right in each other's eyes. Neither of us could
break eye contact if we tried. I fucked you faster and harder, ever
deeper even though that seemed impossible. With a growl, I redoubled my
efforts as I felt my orgasm approaching. You sensed my excitement and
knew what it would mean for you. We fucked like animals, like wild
possessed things. Neither of us had any sensation of time passing;
nothing else mattered but the mating of our sex, the union and joining
of our bodies. The harder I fucked you, the more I scratched and bit
your body... the pain from my bites and scratches all over your chest
and breasts and shoulders only serving to further excite you. After an
eternity of fucking, my growling moans took on an increasingly urgent
tone. You sensed that I am close and that pushes you right to the edge
of cumming.
I gave a few last savage thrusts of my obscenely swollen cock into your
willing cunt... then on the last thrust, I held still. You felt my cock
swell impossibly big inside you, feel my balls contracting between us.
Then with a wild animalistic roar, I exploded inside you, my cock
twitching again and again, pumped a massive load of thick hot semen into
your eagerly waiting cunt. You felt it inside you, warm and thick and
so much of it. All this sent you over the edge too, your pussy canal
contracting and milking me, coaxing all of my hot sperm-laden semen into
your willing and waiting vagina.
When we finally managed to breathe and think again (after a fashion,
anyway), we met each other's eyes and smiled. No words were necessary.
Except...
"I love you," we say simultaneously, and laugh. I reached up, pulled on a
rope that freed both your hands. I did likewise with your feet, then
picked you up and carried you to a nearby bed. "Here, lie down and I'll
put a pillow under your hips. The longer my sperm is inside you, the
better the chances of conceiving." You obeyed without a second thought;
you trust me absolutely.
"Sir?" you asked me as I lay down next to you.
"Yes, my darling dearest lovergirl cumslut?"
"Next time we do that, can I please have my hands and feet free? I loved
being tied up, but I also want to feel you and to wrap my legs around
your body."
"Absolutely." I curled up next to you, lay my head on your shoulder. "And soon."
And with blissful smiles, we both drifted off to sleep.
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