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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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When she reached the door to his apartment she found it was unlocked. She pushed it open slightly and looked inside. Darkness – save for the flickering of a candle on the other side of the room. She entered. As she stepped inside she could just make out a chair in the middle of the room facing away from her. She looked around in the gloom but nothing else was visible in the dreamy half-light of the candle’s flicker. Then a voice – his – low, whispering almost.
“Sit down.” He said simply.
She didn’t answer, just walked over to the chair and sat down, the candle ahead of her. Then blackness. She felt a blindfold slipping over her head and she jumped a little but did her best not to act surprised.
She heard a switch click on and a halo of light appeared around the edges of the mask. She sat still and breathed deeply as she heard him moving around behind her. She felt his hand on her face, caressing it and then moving down her body. It ran over her breasts, her nipple stiffening slightly to his touch, then onto her belly, down over her thigh, down further over her bare knee and calf. She heard him unbuckle his belt and then felt him lash it around her ankles, pulling it tightly around so her legs were fastened together. She didn't resist him at all, and she began to feel herself dampening down below where she hungered for him. Then she felt his hands on hers, placing her wrists together, binding them like her ankles. Then he was gone.
She waited for a few moments, listening, trying to work out where he was – but there was no clue. Then she felt a pair of headphones being placed over her head, the large-cushioned type that blocked out all external sound. She was blind and deafened and she dare not speak.
Then noise.
A recording, she could tell that by the slightest of background hisses.
Moaning.
A woman.
Getting louder.
He was turning the volume up slowly.
More moaning now - she could hear a man’s voice as well, lower in tone.
She could make out the faint sound of slurping…sucking…lips smacking.
A woman sucking cock.
She recognised that okay – it was a sound she loved. A thing she loved. Giving blow-jobs was something that turned her on incredibly, the power it gave her as she coaxed a hard cock towards climax, a power that could so easily be shifted by him moving his hips, holding her head, pulling her hair until suddenly she was the submissive one getting fucked in her throat, gagging, choking.
She felt wetter and wetter as the sound continued, rubbing her thighs together to arouse herself further.
Then his hands were on her again. Picking her up out of the chair, carrying her away from it. The light around the edges of the blindfold faded as they entered blackness and she felt herself being lowered back down onto the bed – on her back.
He’s told her just to wear a dress – nothing else – no underwear; something old.
Now she knew why.
She felt the bed move as he climbed onto it and then felt his breath on her face as he straddled her body. She felt his fingers running through her hair, playing with it, stroking her lips with a strand. He pushed his finger between her lips and she sucked on it greedily. He left it there for a moment and then withdrew it. Then she felt his hands gripping either side of the neckline of her dress and she gasped as he ripped it apart forcefully exposing her tits. He continued down her body, ripping the dress from her slowly, tearing it in half until he reached the hem and she was naked.
The moaning in the headphones had increased in speed and volume; the couple were now fucking. It was then she began to recognise the voices. It was him. And it was her.
Cheeky bastard!
He must have recorded them that first time.
She listened more intently now, casting her mind back, conjuring up pleasurable images to match the soundtrack.
She felt a sudden cold sensation on her belly – some kind of liquid. She felt his hands begin to smooth it over her belly and realised it was baby oil. For the half an hour he proceeded to cover her entire body, slowly, sensually, coating her with a thin, slippery sheen. Halfway through he rolled her over onto her front and covered her back, paying particular attention to her arse. She knew he loved playing with it, loved its fullness, its curves, its softness. All the while that he was touching her down there she was longing for him to slip his fingers inside her, but he refrained. It was beginning to drive her insane. She was dying to be fucked now. Right now. Her hot cunt was sopping wet and needed filling, needed stretching, needed fucking. Her nipples were so fucking hard too, dying to be sucked, nibbled, pulled, twisted, licked and kissed. The fact that her wrists and ankles were tied was so frustrating when all she wanted to do was get her hands on him, pull him on top of her, grab his cock, wank him, suck him, ease him inside of her, wrap her legs around his back, grip his arse and urge him to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked before.
But he didn’t untie her.
She knew he wanted to tease her – he had said as much the last time – wanted to tease her until she was ready to explode. She felt about ready now. The animal urge had overtaken her, adrenalin coursing through her body, cunt juice flowing.
She felt him grip her ankles and he pulled her down the bed until her knees were on the floor and her chest pressed against the mattress, bent over. He undid the belt around her ankles and she breathed a sigh of relief – but it was short-lived. She wasn’t sure what he used but now he wrapped something around each thigh and tied them to the legs of the bed, tightening them slowly, pulling her legs apart, until her glistening cunt was on display. He tied something around the bonds on her wrists and she yelped as he pulled her hands forward above her head and fastened them off on the bedstead.
She was trussed up tightly, unable to move – at his mercy.
She felt him climb onto the bed again, straddling her back, reaching forward to pull off her blindfold.
She blinked as the harsh light of a television screen blinked on directly in front of her, illuminating the blackness of the room. On the screen she could see her arse, her body leant over the bed, his back above her, a small light behind the camera picking them out.
Before she could say anything he placed the blindfold between her teeth and gagged her tightly. He removed the headphones from her ears and leant forward and turned up the volume on the tv. She watched him on the screen as he clambered off of her and then disappeared from view for a while, she tried to crane her neck sideways to follow him but her bonds were too restrictive. Her eyes returned to the screen.
After a few moments she saw him returning from the gloom. He had something in his hand but she couldn’t quite make it out. She heard it before she saw it – the distinctive POP of a champagne bottle. She watched as he approached the camera and took a big swig from it and smacking his lips afterwards. She suddenly felt very thirsty.
She watched as he slipped off the robe he was wearing, revealing his naked body, his cock hard and upright. It made her desire him even more. He poured some of the contents of the bottle onto his stiff length, coating it, then he advanced towards her. He had picked up the camera from the chair where it stood and carried it with him. He knelt on the bed beside her head and pulled the gag down onto her chin. Then he pushed his champagne soaked cock into her eager mouth and pointed the camera at it. Her face filled the screen as she watched herself sucking on him. The champagne tasted sweet and she slurped greedily up and down his length. Every now and then he would douse himself again and push his cock further down her throat, watching himself fuck her mouth onscreen. Periodically he would take a swig from the bottle and then wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, all the while moving his hips back and forth, sliding the tip of his cock almost out from between her lips and then thrusting it back in deeply with a grunt.
After a while the bottle was empty and he laid it on the bed and gripped her head with his hands, the cum swelling his balls as he neared climax. He started to pump faster and harder into her wet mouth and she sucked hard and faster in return. She felt his body begin to stiffen and she knew he was about to ejaculate. He pulled his cock out in the nick of time and sent a steaming arc of spunk onto the tv screen, onto the image of her face. He pulled himself vigorously, spraying the tv until he was spent. Then he pulled it towards her and motioned with his head. She knew what he wanted and she obliged. She started to lick the sperm from the screen as it trickled downwards, catching it on her tongue, rolling it around her lips, swallowing it, watching herself do it as he filmed her. It made her feel so incredibly horny, her cunt was primed and ready to be shafted.
He knew it too.
He replaced her gag, picked up the bottle and got off the bed, moving around behind her. She watched him on the screen as he gazed lustfully at her arse and pussy, licking his lips. He dropped to his knees and gently ran his finger over her pussy lips. She pushed back with her hips as much as her bonds would allow but he wouldn’t sink it inside her. He just traced around the opening of her cunt, slowly, methodically, driving her crazier and crazier. She moaned through the gag, imploring him to fuck her.
He gave one arse cheek a hard slap and she shut up. She winced but it had felt good. It would have felt better with his cock inside her though. She had closed her eyes for a second as the pain spread across her arse when she felt something cold start to stretch her swollen lips. She opened her eyes wide and watched on the screen as he started to push the neck of the bottle inside her. She moaned as it entered her, squeezing it with her cunt muscles, gripping it. He began to fuck her with it, nice and slowly, the other hand giving her clit a little rub. Christ she was wet. She was fucking dripping. He started rubbing her clit harder as he increased the pace of the bottle. She closed her eyes in ecstasy but had to keep opening them again, she had to watch herself, watch her cunt stretch, watch the bottle fucking her, watch him massaging her clit. She felt an orgasm building inside her as he continued to penetrate her with the bottle, her juices seeping down the neck, mingling with the champagne residue. He took his fingers off her clit and smacked her arse again – one cheek and then the other. He started to do it in rhythm with the bottle he was fucking her with. SLAP as it went deep inside her, her left cheek reddening. SLAP as it pulled out of her, her right cheek stinging. Her climax was coming on full force as he carried on spanking her arse and pounding her hot, dribbling cunt until she felt ready to explode, like a kettle coming to a boil, no whistle just a long slow series of moans that gained slowly in pitch and volume until she was shrieking like an animal, the gag muffling her words but her intentions clear – “Fuck me….fuck me….FUCK ME!!!!!!!!”
…she was spread-eagled, bent over the edge of the bed, her legs and hands tied, totally at his mercy. The champagne-bottle fuck he’d just administered to her had sent her crazy for cock, her hot cunt dribbling down her thighs, her face flushed, nipples hard against the mattress. Ahead of her she could still see the TV screen, the remnants of his spunk misting the picture, but she could still see her arse and pussy on display.
He had vanished from view again but she could hear him moving in the darkness out of the camera’s view.
“Where are you, you dirty cunt? Come and fuck me!” she shouted out to him.
But he didn’t answer.
She was getting frustrated, she needed to feel his meat inside her, needed to be fucked, not by a bottle, but by a man. She wanted to feel his hands all over her, feel his breath upon her, feel him inside her.
It seemed like an eternity before the silence was broken. But eventually it was.
“Tell me what you want?” he said suddenly.
“I want your cock!” she answered, relieved to hear his voice but still, in the back of her mind, a little unsure as to what was coming next.
”Where do you want my cock?”
“In my cunt.”
”This cunt here you mean?”
She felt two of his fingers slide inside her and her pussy muscles contracted around them, eager to squeeze something. She gasped as he pushed them in as far as they would go.
“Yes.” She said.
“This hot, tight, wet cunt…?”
“Yes!” she pleaded.
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes sir, I have.” She played along with him.
She suddenly felt his hand striking her arse cheek with the flat of his palm. She squealed in pain as the sting took hold of her.
”No you haven’t. Look at the fucking state of you. Trussed up like a little slut, covered in cum, begging for cock. That’s not what good girls do….”
“No sir…” she whimpered.
”So you’re not a good girl are you?”
“No sir…..”
“What are you then…?”
“I’m a slut.”
He pulled his fingers backwards and then thrust them inside her again.
“Mmmmm….yes, you’re a dirty little slut. What else are you?” He began fucking her slowly and deliberately with his two fingers.
“I’m a whore….” She said, with a slight moan, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of him inside her.
“Mmmmm….yes, you’re a filthy little whore. What else are you?”
She was trying to think of what he wanted to hear but she was struggling to concentrate as he frigged her expertly.
“Well, let me tell you…..” he pulled his fingers out of her and she felt the swollen head of his cock at the parting of her lips. He pushed the tip inside and held it there, moving it round in a circle…stretching her pussy wide.
“You are a dirty…little…slut…” he emphasised each word with a roll of his cock around her pussy entrance, feeling her wetness increasing with each revolution.
”….a filthy…little…whore…my….own…personal…fuck-toy…”
Her cunt was dribbling now and she tried pushing back against his cock head to feel more of his shaft inside her but he kept his other hand on her arse and kept her at a distance.
“…a wicked…little….cunt…” he carried on teasing her with his swollen helmet until she could bear it no more.
“Ohhhhhh….fuck me…please…!” She cried.
He kept his cock head just inside her and raised himself from his knees onto his haunches until he was squatting behind her, coiled, ready to attack.
“Beg for it you little bitch…” he said to her.
“Fuck me!” she cried, trying in vain to twist her head around to see him.
He held his cock-head in place and moved his other hand up her back slowly.
“You’ll have to do better than that…” he smiled, stroking her hair as she became more and more frantic.
“Fuck me! Please! Fuck me….”
He started circling his cock around her pussy lips again, driving her wild. He pushed his fingers through her hair and tightened his hand into a fist around it, holding it loosely.
“Fuck me for god’s sake! Fuck me you dirty bastard! Fuck me hard with your stiff fucking cock you dirty cunt…!” she exclaimed.
He pulled her hair hard with one hand and slammed his hips forward at the same time, his hard length plunging inside her up to the hilt with one thrust making her moan loudly. He ever so slowly withdrew his cock until the tip was barely inside her again.
“What did u call me?” he asked.
“A dirty bastard!” She shouted.
He slammed his cock hard into her again making a slapping sound as his hips met her arsecheeks.
“Fucking slut.” He said withdrawing his cock slowly again.
“You dirt cunt!” she cried and he slammed his cock into her again.
“Filthy whore.” He withdrew.
“Fuck me you piece of fucking shit.” He slammed her cunt hard. She cried with pleasure, her head snapped backwards with each thrust as he clung to her hair.
He began to speed up the process, humping her like an animal as he crouched behind her, long, hard, powerful strokes each time. It wasn’t long before she felt herself cumming for a second time that night and it felt so fucking good. So fucking dirty.
After a while he released her hair and placed both hands on her hips for greater purchase, his strokes becoming more frantic, less pronounced, as his own climax began to build. He pulled her arsecheeks apart with his hands until he could see her tight arsehole which only served to increase his speed and power until he was a blur, pounding and pounding and pounding her hot, wet cunt with his stiff dick. She was crying with pleasure as he pumped her relentlessly until she felt his body beginning to stiffen. He pulled his cock out of her slippery pussy and pointed it an inch away form her arsehole. She felt his spunk explode all over it and heard him moan as he jerked himself, emptying his balls all over the crack of her arse.
Then she felt his finger forcing its way inside, spooning his cum into her arse carefully, trying not to waste any. She wriggled her hips back against him, enjoying the sensation. When he was done she squeezed her arsecheeks together and he untied her from her bonds.
“Your turn.” He said to her. He pulled her up off the bed and held her in his arms for a moment. She looked him in the eye and they began to kiss hungrily, tongues reaching for each other, heads swimming. Then she pushed him away.
“Get on the bed.” She ordered.
He dutifully obliged, rolling onto his back so his head was at the camera end of the bed, his body flat, legs straight. She stood legs astride his head for a moment and squatted down until her cunt was just above his face. She moved her hips backward and forward, rubbing it over him, his tongue trying to slide inside her. She enjoyed herself for a moment and then clambered onto the bed, making her way down to his cock which was already stiffening again. She let her tits run down his body as she passed over him, her hard nipples poking into his skin. He moaned as they brushed over his swollen dick and balls until she was in the position she wanted, kneeling astride his groin. She glance back over her shoulder at him.
“I want to feel you big hard cock inside my hot tight arse.” She said.
He smiled at her then moaned as he felt her hand on his cock, slowly stroking it back to full erection. She positioned her arse above the head and slowly drove herself down on it, wincing a little as the bulbous head stretched her. Then she held it there in her arse and started to slowly gyrate on it.
“Is my arse tight enough for you lover?” she asked.
His moan was all the answer she required.
“Perhaps we need some lubrication.”
She lifted herself off him so that he was barely touching her and started to flex her arse muscles. Ever so slowly his spunk started to drip from her, coating his cock, dribbling down it.
“Mmmmmmm…..that’s better.” She said. Then she drove her arse down onto him, swallowing him up inch by inch until he was ball-deep inside her and moaning loudly.
She knelt astride him and began to move up and down slowly, riding his engorged cock rhythmically, one hand playing with her tits, pulling at her nipples, the other rubbing her clit and squeezing his balls in turn. She moaned loudly as his thick shaft penetrated her deeply, his hands gripping her cheeks, moving with her.
“Slap my arse you fucker.” She gasped.
He gave her right cheek a slap as she drove her arse down onto him.
“Mmmmmmmmmm………and again……harder.” She sighed.
He slapped her left cheek this time.
“Ooooohhhhh yeah………spank me you filthy cunt….” She moaned.
He started to slap her rhythmically, a cheek each time her arse met his belly, leaving red hand prints on her. She rode him faster as he did it, squeezing her nipples harder, rubbing her clit even more frantically.
Up and down she went, fucking his sturdy rod with her tight arse, his spunk glistening on the shaft. She reached forward and gripped his ankles then pulled herself into a crouching position and started to piston up and down on him. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut in ecstasy but she forced them open and looked at the screen so she could watch his cock disappearing inside her again and again and again. Up and down. In and out. Harder and faster. She rode him and rode him and rode him until she felt herself ready to cum again, her fingers a blur on her clit, driving herself to an exhilarating climax.
She knew he was close too by the sound of his moans, closer together, animal grunts, his hips pushing up to meet hers, hands tight on her arse squeezing her. A few more strokes and he would be there…
As the tide of her orgasm took her over she slipped off of his cock and turned around facing him on her knees.
“Spunk on my tits you filthy fucker!” she begged.
He jumped to his knees and position his gleaming cock head an inch from her heaving bust. She cupped her tits in her hands and pushed them together, urging him on, her eyes pleading with him to shower her.
He tugged hard at his dick as he looked into her eyes until with a groan he spurted a thick, creamy, scalding ribbon of gooey cum right across her chest. He pumped his cock hard until all that was left was a dribble of spunk that he rubbed onto her nipples with the tip of his cock. She massaged it into her chest and then licked the remnants off of her fingers.
They collapsed in a heap on the bed, both spent, both exhausted, both glowing.
It had been a very good night. |
