Written by Tonguemansa

BDSM
01 Jun 2013


At first you had felt safe and relaxed. After all, what could go wrong? You and I had talked about fantasies one night and you’d mentioned how you loved feeling vulnerable, not knowing what was coming next, the expectation and the anticipation heightening the sexual experience. I hadn’t seemed to pay it any more attention than your other fantasy, the one about your wanting to be dominated, to feel used, and to be my plaything. It was simply another one to talk about and discuss.

But then I’d come in one evening with a length of cloth rope. When you’d raised an inquiring eyebrow, I’d merely smiled at your and carried on into the bedroom. Intrigued, you’d lowered your book and followed me, entering as I finished fastening the last length to the metal frame of our bed.

Casting your eye over it, you noted lengths fastened to each leg, pulled loosely into the centre like a giant ‘X’. Moving around to you, I reached one hand behind your head, pulling your gently towards me, I leant forward and whispered in your ear.

"Want to play?"

"Oh yes!"

Grinning at me, you took a step back, your hands reaching for my shirt buttons as I brought my other hand out from behind my back.

"You’re not quite ready yet."

Looking up, you watched as I settled the blindfold over your eyes, fastening it behind you and checking for no gaps or slipping.

"Now can I continue?" you asked, reaching forward again, searching down my smooth, firm chest for the few remaining buttons.

You’d thought being deprived of your sight wouldn’t have affected you much as you’d been with me for a few months now and you knew every inch of my body. Still you had trouble with the last button. You reached a hand up to lift the edge of the blindfold but got it slapped away by me.

"No peeking,” I growled.

Slightly taken aback by my actions and tone, you reached out in front of yourself, your outstretched fingers meeting my torso then trailing down to the remaining button, releasing it, then to my waistband, unfastening my button and lowering my zip.

Cautiously kneeling in front of me, you reached your hands into the sides of my trousers and slid them and my underwear to the floor. Kneeling upright again, you reached your hands forward towards me. You felt your hands roughly grabbed by me and held tight at my side.

"Don’t want to make it too easy for you, do we now?"

You froze, uncertain of what was expected of you, then felt your hands being pulled behind my back, causing you to lean forwards. As you bent towards me, you felt my erect cock bumping against your cheek. Quickly turning your face to the side, you hungrily sucked the head into your mouth, moaning around it as you ran your tongue under it.

I released your hands, reaching instead for your head, twining my fingers into your hair as you continued to gulp me into your mouth. Pulling you forward, I pressed my engorged cock further into your willing mouth, pulling back before sliding again into the velvet opening.

You reached your hands up to my groin, bracing yourself against me as I pressed ever further forward into you. As I sped up, you felt my cock hitting the back of your throat, causing your to gag with each thrust.

You heard me moaning, felt me swelling and pressed back against me, wanting to taste my cum on your tongue but I roughly pulled your head forward, your strength no match for mine. The head of my cock pressed hard against the back of your throat. As you gagged and choked, you felt me pulsing, my hot, salty cum down your throat.

After what seemed like hours but could only have been seconds, I withdrew, the last few drops dribbling onto your tongue and lips.

"Your turn now," I smiled, lifting you to your feet.

Slightly shocked at my disregard for you, you stood. You felt my hands going to your shirt buttons, quickly unfastening them. You felt the cool breeze as your skin was exposed to the air, then I was sliding your shirt along your arms and off. My hands reached for the clasp of your bra, quickly releasing it, allowing your heavy breasts to fall free, the nipples hardening as the cool night air hit them.

You raised your hands to your breasts, squeezing and pressing the bare skin, still highly aroused from the recent cock sucking you’d done. You jumped as my mouth closed over one of your nipples, nipping sharply before disappearing as my hands moved to the waist of your skirt, unzipping it and sliding it to the ground along with your panties.

As you stepped out of your clothes, you were suddenly conscious of your nakedness as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

You sensed me standing, then I gently pressed you backwards. You took a faltering step then felt the edge of the bed against your knees. As I continued pushing you, you stumbled back and sat heavily on the edge of the bed.

You felt me lifting your legs and swinging them to the side. Smiling, you shuffled over towards the middle of the bed as I came around it and reached for your hand, pulling it towards the corner of the bed.

I quickly fastened the rope around your wrist, your arm taut towards the corner. You felt me pulling your leg toward the bottom corner, and then another length of the rope was wrapped around it. I moved around the bed and you felt your other limbs similarly restrained.

Tensing your muscles, you found you could barely move your arms, outstretched towards the two corners while your legs were fastened far apart, exposing your aching, wet pussy. You found you had some movement in your legs but you couldn’t close them, not that you had any desire to do so at the moment.

Straining, you discovered that the ropes were stronger than you’d thought; no way were you going to shift them. I had tied them tight as well; no amount of pulling or twisting gave any slack.

"OK, I’m all yours, now for fuck sake fuck me" you panted towards where you thought I was.

"Oh don’t worry, I will, just a few other things I need to get sorted first."

The voice wasn’t from where you’d expected and you realised that the thick carpet muffled most movements in the room.

You groaned in frustration as you heard the door opening and then closing again. You lay tense and expectant, waiting for my to return. After a few achingly long minutes, the door opened again and I returned to the room. I said nothing, but you sensed me moving around the room, very slight noises giving my position away.

"Come on, I’ve been here for ages, you got what YOU wanted, now do something for ME!" you almost screamed.

You felt the bed shifting, and then a mouth closed over your engorged nipple. The tongue lapping at your, exciting your more. You felt teeth gently nipping at your flesh, a hand cupping your breast, lifting it to a more convenient position, the mouth closing onto your again, sucking, feeding off your desire.

"Ah, thank you," you moaned.

My other hand moved to your hair, tilting your head back, my mouth leaving your breast, kissing along your throat, following the pulsing of your heart in your veins.

You felt the original hand releasing your breast and travelling down across your taut stomach, pausing at the first touch of your shaven mons then pressing onwards, deeper between your legs.

Arching upwards, you pressed yourself against my hand, willing me to enter you, to release the tension that had been building. As if hearing your unvoiced pleas, one finger slowly traced the outline of your puffy lips, tantalizingly journeying down the moist slit then returning, pressing harder this time, opening you up. As I traced a path across your clit, you gasped and jerked, widening your legs, silently begging for more contact, to feel something, anything inside you.

Slowly returning, my fingertip pressed firmly against your opening. Maybe a quarter inch or so pushed into your but it was enough, you gasped as you were finally able to feel something penetrating you. It briefly paused before teasingly slipping out again, rubbing small circles around your throbbing clit, not making contact, not giving you the stimulation you craved.

Moaning, you twisted and turned, desperately trying to get the finger back inside you where you needed it. Feeling me smiling against your neck, you thrust your pelvis towards my hand again and this time I complied, a single finger slipping deliciously inside you, tip, knuckle, then second knuckle.

Clamping tight on it, you felt every ridge as it oh so slowly slid out again, not quite leaving you before returning to repeat the process.

"More," you moaned

I softly chuckled, amused at your obvious desire, but slid a second finger along the first to join in your violation, the ball of my thumb hitting against your clit with every deep stroke. You surrendered to my slow thrusting, pressing up to meet each of my pushes, frustrated by the slow pace.

My other hand joined the one on your head turning it towards where you imagined my torso to be. Feeling a firm, rubbery presence against your panting lips, you opened your mouth fully, allowing my cock to again invade it. Running your tongue around the tip, you tasted the salty fluid leaking from it into your eager mouth.

Your head held firmly by my hands, you relaxed your mouth, allowing me to slowly slide backwards and forwards inside you, the end of my cock sliding out from your lips, allowing you to tease the hole with the tip of your tongue, before pressing them open again, pushing deep into you.

I seemed to be timing my thrusts with the fingers buried in your pussy, pressing forward as they withdrew. You strained forward trying to speed up the fucking of my cock, to get the fingers fucking you faster but my hands holding your head prevented you.

Annoyed by your inability to force the pace, you concentrated on squeezing and tensing yourself against my hand in your pussy, determined to get as much contact as possible … Wait! I was holding your head with both hands and yet my other hand was finger fucking your pussy! Three hands! You jerked your head back, my hard cock slipping from between your lips.

"What..." you gasped.

"Shhh, relax, everything’s OK," I answered

My voice did little to comfort you, coming as it did from the far side of the room!

"But… "

"Enjoy yourself, you know you want to do this."

You could almost hear the smile in my voice and yes, when you let yourself think about it, you DID want to do this, the fingers in your pussy were doing a splendid job of distracting you and the cock pressing against your lips once more DID feel and taste fantastic!

Knowing I was watching over you and no harm would come to you, you opened your mouth again, mewing, allowing the strange cock to slip easily back between your lips, this time fucking your mouth faster, more urgently. The fingers inside your slowly slid out and you waited impatiently for them to be pushed inside your again but the object pressing against your was far too thick for any finger!

You felt the man shuffling forward, then felt another sliding between your thighs, the weight of his body forcing his thick cock deep inside you. Holding your waist, he began fucking you in earnest, his stomach slapping against your thighs with each thrust.

Matching the tempo, the cock in your mouth also sped up, no longer leaving your mouth, roughly fucking you as he pulled your head forward to meet each of his plunges.

Pushing back against the body between your legs, you felt your orgasm building, the delicious friction of his groin against your clit finishing off what the fingers had begun. You bucked and twisted against him, your screams muffled by the cock in your mouth.

You felt someone mouthing at your swollen breasts, nuzzling between them, licking along them. The mouth sucked a nipple in and you felt the teeth dragging along it, nipping, biting, before releasing it, lunging after it to pull it back into the warm sanctuary.

A hand reached for your other nipple, roughly twisting and squeezing it and you would have gasped if it wasn’t for the cock fucking your mouth, all pretence of consideration gone as he used you for his pleasure, your mouth merely being somewhere for him to fuck for his own enjoyment.

You felt the cock in your mouth swelling and pulsing, one last deep push into the back of your throat before you felt the hot, salty cum splashing against your tongue. He unloaded spurt after spurt into your weary mouth before sliding back, rubbing his still dribbling cock along your open lips and across your cheek.

Immediately, the mouth left your breasts, pressing against your mouth, the tongue forcing it’s way in, searching out the cum you had yet to swallow.

You had no time to react before the man between your legs grunted, pulled out and scooted up your body. You felt the first drops of his cum splashing onto your tits as he straddled you, the strands of it landing hot and moist between your breasts, over your breasts, on your neck.

You felt hi climbing off and your body relaxed into the mattress. You felt a hand sliding along your arm, reaching for the cord holding your wrists, loosening them. As you lowered your aching arms to your sides, you felt hands releasing your legs then spreading them wide, another body replacing the last, the hard cock sliding into your soaking pussy, re-awakening your passion.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you heard a door opening then closing but most of your attention was fastened on the hard cock inside you. As the feeling returned to your arms, you raised one to remove the blindfold.

You blinked at the light, gazing into my lust filled eyes as I raised myself onto my hands and pounded into your in earnest. Wrapping your legs around me, you urged me on, pulling me forward with each thrust, rising up to meet me.

Glancing down, you slid your hands onto your chest, feeling the strangers cum sticky against you. Smiling into my eyes, you scooped a glob up with one finger and raised it to your lips. Smacking your lips, you licked the finger clean before collecting another fat blob from your nipple. You fed that to your waiting mouth as well, your other hand rubbing the remaining streams into your breasts.

I moaned and thrust one last time into your throbbing pussy, sending my cum deep inside you as you milked the last drops from me.


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