“Do you trust me?”
I had replied, a little too quickly, “Completely.”
Though that wasn’t strictly true. I had some misgivings at totally relinquishing control. But I had quieted them, saying to myself, it’s only for the weekend, and she really does care about me. She won’t do anything to hurt me, at least not permanently.
I suddenly realize what the stickiness is. You had suddenly grabbed me and jerked me off so fast and so violently, that cum had shot everywhere, and I had passed out.
“Ah. The sleeping beauty awakens.” You step into view from behind me. You are holding a black scarf in your hands. “Do you trust me?” you ask again.
“Yes. Yes, Mistress, I do.”
“Good. Because I am going to blindfold you now, so that I can shed some of these clothes. I am too warm.”
I have never seen you naked, and my imagination races.
Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to a second meeting this way. But the first was just so right. We had lunch together, and all through the meal I was mesmerized, gazing into your beautiful eyes. Our chit chat was filled with flirtation, but there was something more. It seemed as if a deep bond took place, even though we were both so leery of allowing ourselves to go there. I found myself wanting to take you as I have never wanted to take anyone before. Not just slowly, and lovingly; but roughly, and hard. I wanted to posess you, and I wanted you to posess me. I wanted to just throw you across the restaurant table and fuck you, right then and there. And I wanted you to fuck me, and leave me feeling like a horse that has been ridden hard, and put away wet.
So when you suggested this hotel as our second meeting place, I agreed without reservation.
Well – not without reservations; I got online the next day, and made reservations for the following weekend. I was lucky; usually The Jefferson is booked for months in advance, but, as it turned out, they had just had a cancellation.
So here I sit, naked, blindfolded, tied to one of The Jefferson’s best reproduction Chippendale chairs, with dried cum all over my legs, and warily awaiting your next move. I hear a faint rustle, and then a zipper being slowly operated. I assume the rustle was you removing the blouse, and the zipper must be in the back of your grey pinstripe skirt. I was only partly right; the zipper was the skirt, but the rustle was you removing and folding your suit jacket. I feel cool silk against the tops of my shoulders.Your soft breasts cradle the back of my head, and your hands grasp my breasts and kneed them. My nipples immediately harden under your touch, and I feel the familiar tension as my penis begins to engorge.
“Oh my, but we’re eager, aren’t we?” you say, chuckling deep in your throat. Your voice goes right through me, and I feel my testicles begin to move inside their sac.
“This is incredibly erotic,” I say, and my voice croaks a little. I suddenly realize my throat is parched; I guess when I came the last time, I must have been panting.
“You sound dry. Let me get you some ice water.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
The glass feels cool against my lower lip, and I drink thirstily, as you tilt it to me. I stop swallowing before you straighten the glass, and a little dribbles down my chin onto my chest. It is cold, and I jump, involuntarily.
“O-o-oh. We’re a little sensitive, I see.”
I feel a sudden pain in my left nipple, but then realize it isn’t pain; it is just a piece of ice. My nipple immediately tightens even harder than it was. Then, ice on my right nipple, and it too, hardens perceptibly.
“You have such big nipples,” you say, “Almost as big as mine. They stand out like pencil erasers. I think they want to be played with.”
I feel my nipples being gently squeezed, and then rolled; the electric shoots go straight from my nipples to my crotch, and my penis springs to attention. The rolling continues, and I feel my stomach and abdomen contract from deep inside. You continue playing with them, squeezing them harder now. My pelvic muscles involuntrily contract, relax, and contract again. I can feel my engorged member jump and twitch with each contraction. I am getting goose bumps down my legs now, and they begin to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly, I realize I am past the point of no return, and I moan. My cock twitches, and I feel the familiar sensation of cum shooting through my urethra.
“Oh, God!” I cry out, “I’m cumming again!”
Suddenly, the pressure on my nipples ceases. I feel something warm and wet sliding around my cock. Then your teeth rake the top of the head, as you suck the cum off it, and withdraw your mouth with a little pop.
I feel your lips on mine, and mingled with the taste of your lipstick, the taste of my semen. Your tongue enters my mouth, and you deliver a dollop of cum onto and around my tongue.
“Do you trust me?” you ask again. This time, your voice seems a little less harsh; less demanding.
“Yes, Mistress. I trust you.”
Then, I feel your hand on my cock. You are slowly pumping it, and to my surprise I can feel it beginning to get hard again. I feel you pull it out straight, and I feel something being slid down over it. You remove your hand, but I can feel a restriction around the base. Oh my God, I think to myself, a cock ring! I laugh, then, and you do, too.
“You didn’t think I was gonna let you go all soft and usless before I have my fun, did you?” you ask.
Well – actually, I did, but clearly, I was wrong. “No, Dear, I’m just surprised, that’s all,” I reply.
“My name isn’t Dear. You don’t know me that well.” you say sternly, but I can hear a little smile in your voice. “Yet,” you continue. “But maybe soon. Right now, this is still my game. Do you trust me?”
I swallow before answering. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress what?”
“Yes, Mistress, I trust you.”
“Good. I am glad you do. I promise, I will never betray that. Stick out your pinky.”
You lock pinky fingers with me, and shake my hand. I suddenly feel very safe. I feel your cheek against the back of my hand, and your lips against my wrist, above the rope.
“Now then. Where was I?” you ask retorically. “Oh yes. I was about to get you hard again. But first I need to get out of this blouse and bra. Bet you didn’t know I wasn’t wearing any panties, did you? You can help with the blouse, though. Open your mouth.”
I did as I was told, and felt the edge of the blouse being placed between my teeth. I pulled my head back, intending to rip it, but suddenly realized you had just cocked the button, so that it would pop open.
“Good boy,” you say. “There are three more. Be careful though. This is a Dior original, and it’s worth more than your crank. If you rip it, they are gonna read about us in the papers, and I’ll be some big momma’s bitch slut for the rest of my life.”
I giggle then, and feel the next buttonhole being placed in my mouth. I ease my head back gently, inhaling your perfume as I do. The faint taste of your skin lingers on the blouse. That, combined with your perfume and knowing you are wearing no panties is a heady mixture, and I feel a little stirring down below again.
“Ah, yes. It’s starting to grow again, I see. Well, the ring will keep it nice and hard.”
The reminder that I am wearing a cock ring makes it grow even faster, and I can really feel myself hardening now.
“Enough of this. It’s too slow. I need you in me,” you say, and I hear the rustle as you remove the blouse and your bra.
Then silence. I can hear you breathing. I hear the bed creak, and suddenly realize you have laid down on it. I hear your breathing becoming more ragged, and then the unmistakable sound of a vibrator buzzing. My cock is throbbing at the mental image of you masturbating.
“Oh, I am so wet. My pussy is so wet, and I am dripping in my ass crack.”
Your words make me even harder, if such a thing is possible. My cock is throbbing now; I can feel it jump with each heartbeat.
Then I feel your legs either side of mine, and my cock is enveloped in warm wet softness.
“Oh yes,” you say. “Jesus, I have needed that. You are so hard, and I feel so full.”
I feel you start to move on me now. Slowly your walls slide up almost to the head, and then suddenly I am plunged back into you. I can feel your pubic bone mashing into mine. You keep moving up and down on me, and it feels so soft and smooth. You begin moving faster, and I can feel the end of your tunnel, as your cervix comes down to meet me. I feel the upper wall begin to tighten on me, as your G spot begins to engorge. Your pubis is grinding into mine now, with each plunge. Your breathing stops, and you make little sounds, as you slide on and off me.
Suddenly, I feel your walls clench, and you press down hard onto me, and cry out.
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Right there! Like that! Oh God! OH YES!”
And I feel your walls clench tightly, release, and clench again. A sudden warm wetness pours over my crotch and balls. I feel it running down the inside of my lower leg. It tickles my ankle and instep. And then, suddenly, I am in your arms, and your kisses are all over my face. I try to kiss back, but you are moving your face so much, I have no idea what I am kissing. I don’t care. My heart feels like it is bursting, and I want to say something I know I might regret.
As if reading my mind, you say, “Hush baby. Don’t say anything.”
You are holding me tightly now, your breasts pressed firmly against me. We rest, and eventually your breathing returns to normal. You kiss the side of my neck, and then straighten up.
“I think you may call me Dear now.” you say, as you climb off my still rigid cock. “Lets’s get you untied and cleaned up, so we can go to bed.”
“Do you trust me?” you ask, one more time.
“Yes, Dear. I trust you, now more than ever.”
