Imagine for a moment that we were both in Berlin at the same time. I will be going for a work event, staying at a generic hotel with a big bunch of colleagues. It will be busy and entertaining no doubt. You would be there with friends, partying hard. You would send me a message, saying you have an afternoon free. I would send you the address of my hotel, and instructions for navigating the U-Bahn if you need them. You will make your way across the city, and walk into the lobby of my hotel. It will be busy, my colleagues will be everywhere, and you will thread your way among them wondering if any of them can tell that your presence in the hotel is purely so you can fuck me. Will they be able to smell your desire, sense your apprehension, taste your excitement? Will any of them know that beneath your skirt and blouse you are underwear free, naked and already wet with anticipation, just as I instructed you to be?
You will ride the elevator, looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you can really do this. You will walk stiffly along the corridor and pause at my door. If you knock, there will be no going back. Your heart will thud in your chest. Your hands will be sweaty. The ache between your legs will reach up into your stomach. If you turn away you will never know. And you have to know. You reach out, close your fist, and rap your knuckles on the door.
When the door swings open the only thing I see are your eyes. For long moments we just stare at each other. I can hardly breathe. And neither can you. I reach for your hand and guide you inside. I push the door shut behind you, and you find yourself trapped. The little vestibule inside the door is narrow. The bathroom is to my left, the wall to my right. I stand in front of you blocking the way forward, the door is to your back. Again our eyes remain fixed, we look at each other, neither daring to breathe for fear of breaking the moment. I reach out and touch my fingers to your neck, I trace the line of your jaw, and touch my thumb to your lips. You open your mouth just a fraction and for a brief moment I feel the tip of your tongue touch my thumb. The sensation sends a jolt through my heart and blood to my cock. Only then do you break our gaze, your eyes falling to my erection clearly pressing against my jeans, as if somehow you knew the effect you had on me. I reach for your blouse. I slowly unbutton you and expose your breasts. I reach for your skirt. Your clothes fall to the floor and you stand before me naked. Slowly I inspect you and you wait for me to do so, submitting yourself without embarrassment, confronting, almost challenging me with your femininity, your sexuality. You are glorious, almost unreal, and I want you, fiercely. You watch my eyes drinking you in; every part of your body reacts to my lingering gaze. You are so wet your arousal is running down the inside of your thighs. I turn you around and you place your hands on the door, arch your back, and push your perfect ass towards me. You await my touch between your legs, your anticipation makes your heart hammer and your legs go weak. But instead I reach for your hands. I draw your arms behind your back and loop a scarf around your wrists, binding you tight.
We still haven't said a word to each other.
The surprise and excitement of being bound makes you gasp. You turn to face me, and I guide you to your knees. You go willingly, your legs are shaking so badly. I loop a second scarf around your neck, and pull it taught. The other end I bind around the door handle. The scarf around your neck isn't tight, but you know already that the noose will pull tighter if you move. I take one step back and look down on you, naked and bound at my feet. You look up at me, that intense locking sensation that exists between our eyes, preventing either of us from looking away.
Slowly, I take off my clothes. When my shirt hits the floor your eyes remain locked on mine. But as I unbuckle my belt, as I unbutton my jeans, your gaze drifts lower and I expose my hard, aching cock to you. After long moments you raise your eyes back to mine. I can see the way your breasts rise and fall as you breathe hard and deep. I step forward. The tip of my cock is just an inch from your mouth. You want me. Desperate to take me between your lips. You lean just an inch to take my tip in your mouth, but the scarf pulls tight around your neck. You gasp and pull away. I reach for you, my hands sink into your luxurious hair and I guide you forwards. Slowly, gently, I fuck your mouth as you gasp and tears come to your eyes.
'Do not swallow,' is the first thing I ever say to you. 'Hold me in your mouth.'
You are becoming used to the restriction around your neck and you lean further, pulling the scarf tighter, taking me deeper. You want the construction, you want to feel me deep in your throat as the scarf pulls tight around your neck. I slowly fuck your mouth, pulling you deeper onto my cock, and as your vision begins to go black and you can feel yourself fading, the feeling of your restricted throat around my cock is more than I can take. I pull out, almost, leaving just my tip against your tongue, and I cum, moaning loudly, filling your mouth, as your senses rush back and you gasp and breathe and work hard to be a good girl by holding me in your mouth and not swallowing as instructed.
My orgasm is powerful and I sink to my knees before you. You have tears on your cheeks, and I lean in to kiss you deeply. You use your tongue to push my cum into my mouth. We kiss long, sharing. Your lips, coated in my cum, are the most sensual experience I have ever known. Eventually, when we stop kissing, we start laughing. I untie you, pick you up and carry you to the bed. We lay naked with each other, and all the words come tumbling out. We talk and we laugh. We confide and confess. We find each other in the real world after so long only knowing each other online. We kiss, we caress. As the sun begins to sink away beyond the windows you roll on top of me. Your weight on me is exquisite. I kiss your neck, your slender beautiful neck abraded by the scarf. I guide you upwards, kissing your breasts and your tummy until you are straddling my face. You put your hands in my hair and lower your pussy to my mouth. You have been waiting so long and your need is enormous. My tongue against your clit, and plunging deep inside you, and you hold my hair tight and fuck my mouth. And when I slide a finger deep in your ass your orgasm explodes and you cum hard, gushing. I swallow you, as much as you have to give. But one orgasm each isn't enough. You drag your pussy down the length of me, leaving your arousal across my body, and you plunge down on my cock and we fuck, hard, desperate for each other, aware that maybe this is the only time we will ever see each other. We fuck deep and fuck pure, forcing a lifetime of lust into one furious liaison, both of us more than consumed with lust, more than desperate to own and join with the other, neither of us wanting a single sensation, a single experience to escape the brief moment that we have to share ourselves. We fuck like it is our last day on Earth, and perhaps in some ways, at least in respect to each other, that is exactly what it is. |
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