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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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When I arrived at the motel I received a text saying I was to come straight to the room. I found the door ajar slightly. The instructions were to knock twice and walk in and to make myself at home, and so I opened the door, remembering that the safe word was “Bicardi”. Music was playing just about at talking level, a compilation of R&B. As I closed the door behind me I heard some kind of noise and peeking inside I found her; Sitting on and tied to the dresser with a blindfold covering her eyes. Her breathing was heavy and irregular. I approached slowly, without noise. I wondered if she could tell someone was in the room with her. When I was next to her I gently reached out and touched her naked leg. She flinched and tried to pull back but the bindings prevented it. “Who’s there?” she asked. But I didn’t answer. Instead I ran my hand down her left leg all the way to her foot. Leaning in I kissed her knee. She caught her breath and pleaded with me to identify myself. I ignored her again, and kissed her other knee while sliding my hands along her smooth silky thighs. Her legs were spread and she was wearing only the tiniest white lace panties. I allowed my hands to move closer to her inner thighs and she again asked me who I was. Her voice was strained, and deep, coming from within her lusts, almost uncontrolled. I leaned in toward the back of her neck and allowed just a hint of my hot breath to wash over her…
Her breathing stopped and I gently brushed her soft sweet lips. She gave me no response and so I allowed my hands to gently touch her down there, where her body heat was raging. Leaning in again I brushed her lips and again got no response. But I knew she felt me, her breathing, as always, gave her away. I leaned in and kissed her eyes covered by the blindfold. She didn’t move and I wasn’t sure what sensations she was feeling. By now my fingers had slid her your slim lace panties and they were massaging her pussy. Now I could feel her hips trying to move. She wasn’t fighting her constraints, but she were trying to move toward my fingers, willing me onward and inward.
I readily accepted her desire and slid my fingers inside her ever moistening pussy and felt the wonderful heat and fire. She moved with me as best she could and again whispered “who are you?” I again moved toward her without speaking, and leaned down and kissed her exposed breasts. Her nipples excited me beyond belief and I savored them as I sucked on them. She leaned her head back and I heard her sigh and knew that soon I would be able to get her off. As my fingers probed her honey and my teeth teased her nipples I found myself wondering how she came to be in this position.
Her breath quickened and my fingers probed deeper, slipping another into her I pushed hard against her tied down body. “No” she said in a voice barley audible, “please, stop, tell me who you are”. I answered her by slipping yet another finger inside of her and pushing hard against her willing juices. Leaning in I kissed her lips, hard this time, trying to steal a response. If she would not give it, I would take it. And so I did as she responded to me only when I forced my tongue inside her open mouth. However once there she began to suck on it so hard I thought she might pull it out of my mouth… I fucked her harder with my hand and fingers now, toying with her g-spot and clit, exploring her inner reaches of her warm wet hungry pussy, willing her to cum on me. Her mouth worked harder at my tongue and her breathing came in gasps and I knew she was about to cum: suddenly she pulled her kiss away and started to speak but I pushed my mouth back on to hers and kissed her hard and was rewarded by her explosive orgasm.
I made an exaggerated noise as I unzipped my pants, allowing her to hear, to know what was next. She began to fight her bonds, and pleaded with me to release her. I leaned in and kissed her pert ass cheeks to try to sooth her concerns but to no avail. “No, please, who are you, tell me” she begged. I stood and rubbed my exposed hard cock against her ass and she again pleaded with me; “please, not this way, anything but this”. I leaned against her pretty little ass and gently pressed. The liquid from her orgasm had soaked her very well indeed and it provided a great lube as I pushed myself oh so slightly inside of her… She stopped moving and tried to relax. I knew she was tense and maybe even a bit frightened by all of this, but again wondering how she came to be in this position I pushed harder and slid inside of her. Not all the way, but enough to be felt. Her pussy contracted on me and I squeezed her cheeks. Slowly I began to move inside of her, each stroke pushing deeper and deeper as she relaxed and accepted me. Soon I was all the way inside of her wanton pussy and I began to move, slowly at first as I felt her relax, then faster and a touch harder, all the time gauging her response to my thrusts. Suddenly I felt her tense up and I could feel her next orgasm building rapidly. I pushed a bit harder, trying to get more than I had inside of her and I could feel her drawing closer. Knowing that I too would cum soon like this I worked just a bit faster, trying to match her shallow breaths, when she asked me once again; “I’m going to cum, please tell me, who are you?”; “Yes love, cum on me, cum hard”. Suddenly she broke loose and began to cum again, allowing her climax to take over her very body. Her explosive orgasm shook me and I too begin to cum, to explode inside her sweet pussy. I grabbed her hips and thrust myself inside of her trying to climb all the way into her body and we came together in an explosive fashion, me in her pussy, her tied to the dresseing table… As we finished together she spoke again, in an exhausted breathless voice; “Oh my lover,”. But I didn’t say a word. Withdrawing from her sweet pussy I turned and walked back toward the door, wondering again how she ended up in this position, tied still, to the dressing table. Her voice called to me again, wondering where I was, where I was going…
I turned one last time to glance at her, to admire her. Our juices had mingled together and I could see them on her inner thighs and I grew excited again and paused to look at her, to think of her and then I heard it: Looking carefully, not making a sound I saw the bathroom door move just a bit, a crack really, but enough to give away the fact that someone was inside, someone had watched us all along. I stepped back, moving out of sight not willing to be seen at this point…Then I heard it, that voice, whispering to her, soothing her, calling to her, and her quiet response back, and I turned closed the door and walked away, smiling to myself. |
