Janet was almost trembling with anticipation but she forced herself to lay as still as she could on the satin sheets. She’d heard the front door open and then close again as he let himself in, as planned. Was he already coming up the stairs? She strained to hear, almost wishing she weren’t blindfolded… almost!
She’d had the fantasy for as long as she could remember, but never had the nerve to share it with a guy until now. Having met him through Fab, she knew he was likely to be open to all sorts of kinky suggestions, and if the sex so far had been anything to go by she felt confident he was the right man to finally act out her dream. So it was that, shortly after their last meeting (when she’d fucked him to a standstill after a marathon foreplay session) she’d sent him brief but specific instructions: it had to be just so.
- I will have ‘gone for a nap’, and put on my blindfold to keep out the daylight
- Let yourself in, and head upstairs (don’t forget to lock the door!)
- Do not speak
She’d spent most of the morning getting herself ready for this: fresh from the shower, clean shaven all over, perfumed and made up, and dressed in the clothes she knew would make him horny on sight (a red satin corset, fishnets, and impossibly high heels – in which, fortunately, she knew she wasn’t likely to have to walk anywhere!).
She breathed in sharply as she heard his footsteps reach the bedroom door. He paused, and then the door creaked slightly as he entered the room. She imagined what he was seeing in the semi-darkness, and knew he would be wondering what to do, where to start. She let her body roll slightly as if sleeping, allowing her legs to fall slightly apart. She could almost hear his breathing now as he approached the double bed and leaned over her for the first time, savouring the treat before him. Her skin was tingling with goosebumps as she anticipated the first touch – and there it was, the tips of his fingers tracing a light path along her arm from her hand, almost tickling at the elbow, more of a caress as he reached her shoulder. She moaned very quietly.
His hand moved down to the cups of her corset, briefly stroking the full breasts and then following the garment’s bones, to where the black suspender straps dug into her thighs as they stretched down to the tops of her fishnet stockings. Janet wanted more than anything to simply spread her thighs for him now, and invite him into her – but she was meant to be asleep, she reminded herself. She gasped a little as he leant close enough for her to feel his breath on her throat. He kissed her on the neck and collarbone, gently at first and then with more passion, his hands rolling her fully onto her back. She could smell his after-shave, and beneath that, the smell of him – musky, sweaty, masculine and very sexy.
His tongue and lips traced the same path as his hands had just done – she almost cried out as he briefly closed his mouth over her nipple, as if to suck, but then was moving on, moving down. She couldn’t help herself, she felt her legs parting at the gentlest pressure from him as he began to deliver tiny nibbling kisses to the inside of her thighs. He teased her in this way for several minutes, kissing, licking and biting all around her pussy without ever quite touching it. She found herself squirming uncontrollably, wanting to push her warmth to his face. After what felt like an eternity, his fingers found their way to the edge of her panties and he gently pulled the skimpy lace to one side. She knew she was absolutely soaking wet. Again she arched her back upward, pushing her exposed pussy toward his mouth. This time she was rewarded by the wet tantalising touch of his tongue. She felt him flicking the tip of his tongue expertly over her pussy-lips, and she knew that soon he would be licking at her swollen clit. Her hand crept to the back of his head and she pulled him to her, all pretence of sleep abandoned. He knew exactly how she liked to be eaten, and she lay back and let him gorge himself on her slick wetness, his tongue, lips and fingers working together to bring her easily to her first climax. The dirty boy even slipped one finger between her buttock, pushing tentatively in to her arse as she started to cum. Her thighs clamped for a few seconds around his head as she trembled, sighing.
He knew what she wanted to happen next, and she felt the bed sag as he climbed up onto his knees between her legs. She could hear the clattering of his belt buckle as he undid his jeans and pulled them down. She wanted to reach out and stroke the big hard cock she knew was now waving around in the air in front of her, but she resisted the urge, instead lying still, her stockinged legs spread wide. She detected a quiet ripping sound, and then the unmistakeable smell of a lubricated condom – he was going to fuck her! She tried to picture the sight of him struggling to roll the too-tight rubber over his swollen cock-head – the desperation on his face as he rushed to get it into her. The mental image just made her even more wet, and she slipped two fingers into the sodden panties, pulling them clear of her pussy so he could slide right in.
Christ, he was big! Despite her arousal Janet couldn’t help notice that the tip of his cock was struggling to penetrate her. She wriggled and lifted her hips slightly, gasping as he began to push forward. God, that was hitting the spot! He wasn’t going to wait for any long slow build-up, and that was just what she wanted. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his slim hips as he started to thrust in and out with an urgency that suggested that he was already very, very turned on. Every inward thrust was pushing her up the bed on the slippery satin sheets, but she didn’t care, relishing the way her head was being banged on the headboard by his rhythm. His cock was always big, but by God it felt like this time it had grown an extra two or three inches, filling her up with every slick, crude hump of his body. She made a quick mental note to wear the corset and heels for him again – it obviously did the trick!
In no time they had found their rhythm and the bed was rocking noisily as they fucked. He would occasionally dip his head as he withdrew from a thrust, to suck and lick at the nipples that been forced out the cups of her corset – an extra delicious thrill that added to the intensity of Janet’s pleasure. She tightened her grip around him, her high heels digging into his buttocks as he started to speed up his thrusts. She knew he wouldn’t last long now, and she began to gasp and moan at him, urging him on with lewd whisperings: “Yes… fuck me hard now.. I want your spunk in me.. are you going to shoot? Give it to me.. Yes… Yes….”
She felt him tense on top of her and suddenly the humping rhythm sped up – incredibly she felt as if he were going even deeper, his cock even bigger, as she clenched her pussy around him. She knew that as soon as he started to spunk, it would make her cum again and she couldn’t wait for that feeling, that release. Here it comes, she thought as he clamped his mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard as his lower body started to spasm. Their tongues wrapped obscenely around each other and Janet felt the familiar electric tingle rising through her body as she started to cum again, this time far more intense than the first. His hips were slapping wetly against her thighs as he pumped and pumped, shooting what felt like gallons of spunk into her willing pussy. She didn’t care, she was having the cum of her life…
As she lay there, her breathing ragged, Janet knew why so many guys had said they felt this irresistible urge to go straight to sleep after an orgasm – she couldn’t remember ever feeling so utterly drained and exhausted. She felt him slide his cock out of her dripping pussy-lips, removing the condom as he did so. She found herself wondering how much cum was in that rubber - it couldn’t possibly be as much as she had imagined, it had felt like he was filling her whole body with sperm. She lay absolutely still – apart from an occasional slight uncontrollable tremor in her legs, and then felt the bed lift slightly as he got up, presumably to go to the loo. She still hadn’t removed the blindfold through the whole incredible experience. She smiled, thinking of how she would write this one up on his Fab verification – she’d need to really big him up!
Her reverie was disturbed by the low hum of her mobile phone on the bedside table – a text. She slid the blindfold up and off her head, wincing a little at the sudden light. Who would be disturbing her at this time of day? She grabbed the phone.
“hi janet babe – sorry running late, car broke down! At halfords now, will be 20 mins or so – txt me if u still want me to cum over? xx” She sat up suddenly, rigid with shock, as she heard the front door close downstairs…
(Hope you like my first attempt at a story - any feedback welcomed! Dave)
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