We met at a hotel, spent a few minutes snacking and chatting, then I decided to get started. “Ordering” her to stand, looking into her eyes with that predatory gaze, I held her face in my right hand, reaching down with my left, roaming along her curves with my fingertips and devouring her with my eyes. I kissed her, with a sense of ownership, control, and desire.
I pulled her top part-way over her face and upstretched arms, covering her eyes and holding her arms in the air. Circling her, running my hands/fingertips over her skin/breasts/pussy, I taunted her – what a hot slut she looked like, how I was going to enjoy fucking her. She loves situations like that, being blindfolded, feeling a little helpless, exposed, and somewhat humiliated… in a fun, sexy way.
I slowly, deliberately, unhooked her bra and pulled it up too, entwining it about her upraised elbows, adding another layer of makeshift bondage. I gently pinched and twisted her nipples, talking about how beautiful her breasts looked. I slipped my hand down her pants, behind, then in front, talking about how I “owned” her, her pussy, her mouth, and how her body belonged to me, for me to take and to use. Unfastening her pants at the waist, I peeled them downward past her knees and gathered them about her pumps. Lifting each leg, one at a time, I had her step out of them. She was tantalizingly exposed, in her fancy thong panties, pumps, and exposed breasts, her face and arms bound/covered by her top.
I pulled off her blouse and bra, and put my leather wrist and ankle restraints on her, taking my time, as though savoring the taking of some “sex slave”. Again I spoke of how sexy she looked, totally exposed except for her thong and pumps, reaching under the thong to touch her clit, I discovered she was totally wet already… and I had hardly touched her!
I then pushed my right hand up behind her head, cupping it while taking a handful of hair as a grip, kissing her roughly again, looking into her eyes, and pinching her nipples lightly, I pushed her to her knees and pulled off my shirt, pants and underwear, letting my cock spring out, almost touching her face.
Slowly I moved around behind, attaching the restraints. I clipped her wrists together behind her back. I wanted to create some scariness for her… she has total trust in me, and with that, bondage is tantalizing, arousing for her. Coming back around in front, I grabbed a handful of rubber straps with my left hand and clenched the back of her head/hair again with my right, and began whipping her breasts and nipples, lightly at first, then harder.
Suddenly, somewhat forcefully, I pushed her mouth onto my cock, pumping a few times, telling her what a good cocksucker she was. I alternated this way, fucking her mouth, then back to flogging, then fucking, flogging, fucking, flogging, fucking, harder and harsher. She was close to the edge, flinching as I struck her nipples, gasping and yelping, yet almost breathless with arousal.
I paused, allowing both of us to catch our breath, and positioned a chair in front of her, folded her face and torso over onto the seat, still on her knees but now with her breasts and face downward on the seat of the chair, arms behind her back. I pulled her thong down to her knees, and I was now free to play with her butthole, clit and pussy, tasting them, fingering them, rubbing them. I put massage oil on her back and rubbed her shoulders, along the sides of her spine, all the way down and into the crack of her bottom, sliding a finger into her butthole occasionally.
Kneeling next to her, I slid my left hand along her underside, lightly caressing her dangling breasts, then slowly wandering between her legs, stroking her clit while I began spanking her cheeks lightly with my right, rubbing, spanking, rubbing, spanking harder and harder. I usually go very slowly, spanking harder over a long period of time with varied rhythm and placement – but not today. Intentionally trying to create a high level of intensity in both directions – clit play and pretty hard spanking – I was spanking very hard in just a few moments, keeping pace with the intensity we had risen to before, and focused on creating opposing, contrasting feelings of sexual stimulation and what was quickly becoming intense pain.
I paused to ask, “Is there anything you need to tell me?” a little check-in ritual we created together – and she was happily but dazedly content to keep going. I turned her face up to kiss her lovingly, and the intensity continued, broken only by an occasional back rub with oil or a damp washcloth to cool her glowing cheeks.
Onward we went, spanking in different spots, shaping my hand differently, varying the timing and intensity. She seemed to reach an altered mental state, intoxicated with sex. Finally, I grabbed a towel, cupping it in my hand beneath her pussy I commanded: “SQUIRT!” and squirt she did! Maybe a half-cup or more, soaking the fistful of towel I held. I tossed it aside, unclipped her hands, and stood her up abruptly, again using her hair as a handle. I kissed her again roughly.
I whipped the chair around behind her, between her heels and the bed, placing a fresh towel on the seat and along the base of the back to provide support. Pushing her down so she was sitting/leaning back on it, I clipped her hands behind again, and her ankles under the legs of the chair. I leaned the chair back so it was against the bed, tilting her at a forty-five-degree angle, leaving her legs spread, hips tilted upward so I could lick, finger, and vibe her mercilessly. Finally, I attached two small plastic clips to her labia, pulling them back, leaving the clit standing all alone, like a little mini-mountain of flesh; it drives her nuts (in a good way) to feel that, her pussy pulled wide, her limbs spread, her whole body open for the taking.
This was the home stretch – we had done it this way many times before. It takes her a while to cum, but I’m used to it… and I persevere, knowing how wonderfully it ends. Using my tongue and fingers, I pushed her to the edge, hanging there a long long time. Her moans became higher pitched and more frequent. I watched her closely as I licked and fingered, listening, staying closely attuned to the level of arousal she was reaching. It went on and on, her hips pitching upwards, and I finally used my secret weapon – a small pocket vibe. Just a little more, and finally, she shrieked and shuddered, forever, it seemed…several orgasms, or perhaps just one long intense one… and she was drained. We both were!
I gently rubbed her with more massage oil, releasing her bonds, and slid her almost lifeless body onto the bed. I fetched her a glass of water and a light snack. Lying down next to her and wrapping her in my arms, I complimented her on her courage and whispered how beautiful and sexy she was. We lay together a long time, made love slowly, and enjoyed chatting about what a fantastic afternoon it had been.