I'm expecting you.
It's 8 pm and I've poured you a glass of good red wine in preparation for your arrival.
I'm freshly bathed and I spent some time drying and styling my hair before selecting matching bra and pants from my top drawer. Nothing too fancy as I then put on a clean grey tracksuit and thick socks as I've turned the heating down by a couple of degrees to save money. I've dabbed a little of my favourite parfum behind my ears and on the inside of both wrists.
There's a knock at the door and my heart jumps a beat.
Exactly on time.
Punctual, as usual.
I open the door and invite you in with a smile.
It's good to see you and I'm aware of a sudden heat in my crotch. It's not something that I have control over, I just can't help myself and I know that the heat will give rise to a spreading dampness across the cotton gusset of my pants as my arousal increases.
You have a small thin package wrapped in brown paper in your right hand. It's tied, in the old fashioned way, with string. I'm intrigued as to what it might be; a present or something rather more functional?
I'm both nervous and excited as I love your presents.
I also love the contents of your toy boxes and, thinking that the hidden item might be something that you're going to torment me with, my arousal increases. I can feel the heat radiating from my cunt and I know that my pants are beginning to get quite damp. It's an automatic reaction. I just can't control myself.
You cross the room and take a seat at the table, the glass of wine is just in front of you. You place the package on the table beyond the wine glass and indicate for me to sit opposite you.
I sit and you say 'You may open your surprise'.
I pick nervously at the knotted string and carefully untie the length before coiling it and setting it aside. I gently separate the small pieces of tape from the six points on the brown paper and unwrap the package to reveal carefully folded tissue paper.
I look up and you nod approval for my continued unwrapping.
I unfold the tissue paper and the scent of leather reaches my nostrils. I'm holding a soft black leather hood that has been flattened into three sections.
The hood trails black laces from the uppermost eyelets at the back; they are perfectly symmetrical.
Your usual attention to detail.
A leather collar envelops the circumference of the mask at the neck with a strap passing through a buckle and a small but heavy padlock hanging from the fastening. I recognise it as one of your Victorian locks that are normally displayed in the cabinet of curiosities in your playroom. An antique purchased in a now closed London fetish emporium.
The front of the hood has a defined protuberance at nostril level with two small silver grommets below. An eye guard is fastened across the upper part with heavy silver press studs and a similar mouth guard across the lower part.
I watch as you take a sip of your wine. I'm excited as I've never seen this hood before and I know what is coming next.
The thought of being hooded always turns me on; I love the smell of leather and the attenuation of my senses. My arousal increases; I'm sure that you must be able to smell my cunt through my clothing and it feels so hot that it's almost as if I have an electric bar heater turned on. Surely you can feel the heat?
You take another sip of wine and ask that I pass the hood to you.
My hands tremble a little as I pass it over and you instruct me to take off my track suit top and kneel in front of the armchair in the middle of the room.
I feel so wet and I can smell the stink of my own arousal now that a layer of clothing has been removed.
You are suddenly behind me.
There's a series of snaps as the eye and mouth covers are removed and then you lift my hair to the crown of my head and carefully drop the hood down.
You adjust the hood so that I can see through the eye holes and I'm easily able to breathe through my mouth.
I feel you parting my hair down the back of my neck so that you can draw the edges of the hood together using the tongue to protect my hair from pulling as you begin the lacing.
Each level of lacing tightens the hood around my head and face and the smell of leather increases. I can detect hints of the leather conditioner that you have used to keep the leather soft and realise that this isn't an inexpensive item.
You reach the base of the hood and I feel you undo the leather collar piece, loop it back through the buckles and secure it with the padlock which closes with a click that I feel rather than hear.
Your hand moves down to the clasp of my bra and expertly you unclip the fastenings to let my breasts swing free. I know that my nipples are hard and you confirm this by reaching around me and running your hands across my tits before grasping my nipples and twisting them.
I am so wet.
The hood is hot and the smell of the leather intoxicating.
Without warning you grab both of my arms and with a couple of twists of my recently freed bra you have secured them behind my back.
You move close behind me and, with my arms extended down my back, my hands can feel the hardness of your cock through your trousers. I take the opportunity to rub my hands against the bulge hoping that you will see this as a signal that I want you to fuck me.
You move your head next to my left ear and ask if I feel safe. I can just hear your question.
I nod and I'm immediately rewarded with the application of the eye shield cutting off my vision. A series of clicks and individual points of pressure across my forehead and upper cheeks confirm that you have fitted the mask in place.
I'm sightless.
The inside of the hood is blackness.
My hands continue to scrabble against your erection.
I want you so much.
My wetness and heat is almost an embarrassment.
I squeeze your hardness and suddenly I find a rubber gag attached to the mouth guard being pushed into my mouth. I offer no resistance as the gag enters and pushes my jaws apart.
All I can taste is rubber.
All I can see is blackness.
All I can smell is leather and my breathing is now restricted to inhaling and exhaling through the two small silver grommets below my nose.
My hearing is completely muffled.
I indicate my acceptance of my isolation by continuing to rub my hands against your cock.
I am so fucking wet.
Without warning you push me forward and my upper body falls into the seat cushion of the armchair. I feel you grab the waistband of my track suit bottoms and wrench them down to my knees.
One of your hands passes underneath me and I feel you assess the heat and wetness of my cunt through my pants before you pull them down on push my knees apart.
The hand runs over my cunt and I feel you slide a finger inside. You reach deep inside me and it feels so good.
I am so wet.
Was that one finger or was it more?
The finger withdraws and is immediately replaced with your cock.
You push down on the middle of my back forcing me into the armchair as your cock invades my cunt.
I'm slick with juice.
My entire being is focused on your cock as it moves inside me.
You take your time, drawing your cock to the very entrance to my cunt before plunging it deep once again.
I love it when you do this.
Cock shallow, just the head, then cock deep, the whole fucking length.
I am so wet.
I'm lost to time.
You continue to fuck me using the entire length of your cock.
I'm sure that my juices must be running down my legs.
I'm beyond just being turned on and adjust my hips slightly to optimise the depth that you can reach.
The contractions begin in my perineum and I'm helpless to prevent the spasms as one orgasm after another envelope me.
How can I be this wet?
The spasms continue and my whole body is shaking.
You slide out of my heat and wetness and I feel that you are still hard.
I want you to cum.
I want your cock.
I want your cum.
I'm rewarded when you spin me around and remove the mouth shield and rubber gag.
You’re lying on your back and guide my mouth onto your cock as I kneel between your legs.
Your cock fills my mouth and I gratefully begin to suck.
I taste my own juices; sticky and sweet and take your cock into my throat.
My hands are still restrained so I'm entirely focused on pleasing you with my mouth and tongue.
I know that I can pleasure you.
I've done it many times.
I'm good at this.
I roll my tongue around your glans and tease that central aperture before taking your whole length into my mouth.
I'm so turned on that I begin to move my head faster, taking your cock from shallow to deep and back again.
I feel your cock pulse and I know that you're close; I chose to move back to concentrate on your glans until I'm rewarded by that wonderful series of contractions as you spurt spunk into my mouth.
Your taste is salty and sweet, never bitter and I can’t get enough of it.
I take your cock as deep as possible to allow your final contractions to jet your cum directly into my throat.
I'm sure that you will have been groaning but I haven't heard anything through the leather of the hood.
Your cock begins to lose its rigidity and knowing how sensitive it is once you have cum I gently lap all of the final drops of cum from the tip.
I'm so wet.
So satisfied.
So proud that I have pleasured you.
I kneel further forward and rest my head near your cock until you are ready to release me. |
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
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“I feel your cock pulse and I know that you're close; I chose to move back to concentrate on your glans until I'm rewarded by that wonderful series of contractions as you spurt spunk into my mouth”
so close now imagining you watching me play, maybe asking to help me release |
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