“Please what?” he breathed against my leg.
“Don’t make me wait,” I begged.
“Then tell me what you want.”
“I want you to eat me,” I said as I closed my eyes in embarrassment. I couldn’t believe he was making me say it. Talking dirty had never been my forte but he seemed to like it so I continued. “I want to feel your mouth on my cunt.”
“You’re such a dirty girl,” he said moved to the center of my legs. “Like this?” he asked as he buried his face in my cunt. His tongue slid over my clit and went straight to my dripping pussy. He didn’t waste any time as he slid it straight into me and began to work it in and out of me.
“God, yes,” I moaned as I pressed my palm to the back of his head. As he worked his tongue inside of me, I closed my grip until I held on tightly to a wad of his thick hair. I pushed him down harder wanting more. HE spread my lips around his own until he was working his tongue as deep as he could.
He wrapped a hand up around my waist and under my raised legs until he was firmly gripping my breast. His thumbs slid roughly over my nipples until they were pert peaks. Satisfied with his work he suddenly pinched the taught nipple between his forefinger and thumb. A quick pinch sent a shiver of delicious pain down my spine. Unable to stop myself I raised my hips to his face and arched my back. I could already feel the pleasurable heat rising in my cunt. If he didn’t stop I would be cumming soon.
Somehow he knew by my actions that I would be incapable of stopping the orgasm soon and he scrubbed his cheeks against my thighs and withdrew his tongue. He teased my clit with his teeth – several small bites that had me whimpering.
“Not yet,” he said as he wiped a hand across his moist mouth. Looking at his face I could see my juices glistening on his cheeks and lips. “You taste so good,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed my stomach.
“I need to cum,” I pleaded as his mouth wandered over my torso. I could feel my cunt pulsing, needing to be filled. Mouth, fingers, cock, I didn’t care, I just knew I needed it.
“No!” he said sternly as he climbed off of the bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked feeling confused. “Why are you leaving?”
“You’ll see,” he said as he headed towards the door. I watched him carefully. We’d only met a few days early so I was still unfamiliar with his body. Ethan was fit, not one of those overly muscled body builder types, but athletically fit in a way that meant his muscles were defined but not overboard. He cared about his body but was not obsessed. I particularly enjoyed his thighs. I wanted to lick and to bite them. I love a man that doesn’t skip leg day. His ass bulged into perfectly rounded orbs that I wanted to run my hands over, and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him walk away.
“Don’t leave me like this forever,” I yelled after him once he was already out of view. I heard him laugh from the hallway but he gave no other response. Less than two minutes later he came striding back into the room, his hard cock jutting out before him like a lolly pop I was dying to wrap my lips around. He carried a mid-size black canvas duffel bag in his right hand. It looked almost identical to the bag I’d seen him use before at the gym.
* * *
The truth is, Ethan and I haven’t known each other long, in fact, it’s only be a couple of days making all of this feel even crazier. I had started noticing Ethan about a month ago. He was new at my gym and seemed to always show up at the same time as me. I would be sweating away on the elliptical and in he would stride – fitted moisture wicking workout attire accentuating every muscle in his body, including his package. The entire time I was pumping my legs I would fantasize about pumping his dick instead.
I quickly realized I didn’t need the hottest new songs with a driving beat when I could just watch Ethan pumping iron. Very few things have ever got me sweating like he could. He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and each day I would leave the gym horny and needing to get off. Sometimes I couldn’t wait and would sneak into the rarely used steam room to masturbate before dressing and heading home.
To my surprise, he approached me one day. He stepped up to my elliptical and then waited patiently while I removed my headphones.
“Hey,” he said with a huge smile plastered across his face.
“Hi,” I said breathless from a combination of exertion and nerves.
“I’ve noticed you around quite a bit, and I was wondering…I was looking at this machine over here, but I’m not really sure how to use it properly. I was wondering if you knew.” It was charming to see him looking almost bashful and embarrassed. He clearly wasn’t a man that was used to asking for assistance.
“Oh yeah. Sure!” I said as I climbed down from the exercise machine. “I haven’t used it much myself but I see other people use it all the time. We walked over to the strange apparatus. “Go ahead and sit on it, facing forward,” I said indicating that he should be facing out towards the rest of the gym. Once he was seated I placed my hand on his back, I could already feel his sweat through his shirt and it was enough to have me weak in the knees. “You put your arms like this,” I said as I slid my hand down his forearm and showed him where to place it. “…and then you use it like this,” I continued.
Ethan did exactly as I indicated and then he stopped and starred directly at me. Without any signs of nervousness, he placed his hand on my hip. “I think I have something else I would like for you to show me,” he said as he rose from the machine. His free hand fell to my cheek where he ran his thumb along my jawline to my bottom lip. I couldn’t stop myself as my mouth fell open slightly. Everything felt like a dream, it was all moving in slow motion and it was like watching a movie. It was one of those romantic instances where you’re sure it’s happening to someone else because it never happens in real life. My breath hitched in my throat and I couldn’t say a word as he gripped my wrist and led me back towards the locker rooms.
I knew I shouldn’t go with him. I knew what was going to happen. I also knew that I couldn’t help myself as I took step after step. As a silly afterthought my mind wondered which locker room he would choose, men or women’s. It sounds as stupid now as it did then because it really didn’t matter. He chose the women’s side, probably to help put me at ease. Maybe he thought it would be more comfortable, maybe the men’s locker room is disgusting and he didn’t want to subject me to that. In reality it didn’t matter, in that moment I’d have followed him anywhere. He pushed open the door and I followed him into the land of no return.
There in the quiet of the deserted locker room, he pressed me back against the lockers. I could already feel his erection growing and without a second thought I reached down and removed his shirt. Anyone could have walked in at any moment but neither of us cared, we were too wrapped up in what we were doing to worry.
“I’ve been watching you,” I said. As soon as the words left my mouth I worried that they sounded creepy or stalkerish, but he only smiled and said that he’d been noticing me as well. His hands wrapped around my body and cupped my ass. “Hurry,” I breathed as his hands slid into the elastic waistband of my pants and pushed them down around my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and lifted my leg awkwardly until the fabric was pulled free of my foot. He gripped my thigh and pulled my leg up around his waist. I gripped his waistband and hurriedly pushed it down to free his cock. “Now,” I said as I wrapped my hand around him and guided him to my cunt.
He groaned deeply and thrust his hips forward. In a single motion he drove himself home. I ran my nails down his back and cried out as he spread me wide. He felt delicious…and massive as he began to thrust. Each forward motion elicited a loud clanking from the metal lockers but all I could hear was the heavy sound of his breathing as he panted against my neck.
Just like that, I’d been fucked better than I ever had been before. There in a locker room at a gym I came harder than I ever thought was possible. I felt his cum as it hit my inner walls and I knew that we our bodies were made for one another. I wanted more, I need
ed him to fill me over and over. Once was never going to be enough. When he asked me over to his place for a more involved “get together” there was only one response on my lips, “I’ll see you at 7:00.” That house call was two weeks ago and we’ve only become more adventurous with each meeting since.
* * *
“I hope you’re ready for this,” Ethan said as he set the duffle bag onto the bed.
“I’m ready for anything if it gets me out of this uncomfortable position,” I said joking. My legs were growing tired and I was ready to be pounded. His deft fingers worked over the zipper and within moments he had the bag open. I strained to try and peek inside but could see little more than darkness in the already dimly lit room.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be unlocking those cuffs soon,” he said as he pulled out a length of vinyl rope. It appeared to be the kind that survivalist often carry. In the back of my mind I think I remember it being called parachute cord, but I could be wrong. Either way, his was red with white specks, it might have been a personal color preference, but I didn’t ask. “I have other plans.”
Ethan leaned across the head of the bed, his cock dangling just inches from my face as he worked a key in the lock of the cuffs around my ankles. He freed them both and helped me lower my legs to the bed. Almost immediately they began to tingle. Too much time spent hoisted above my head had messed with my circulation a bit. Like any good gentleman, Ethan already seemed to know the consequences of his previous fun and he began to rub my legs vigorously until the tingle had passed.
“Thank you,” I said, and I meant it. We might do crazy things together, but no one had ever treated me so good.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good, that’s important to me.” He made a nod with his head and then continued, “Get up from the bed and squat down on the floor. I need your knees wide, like a butterfly stretch, and your wrists need to go inside your knees and down on the floor by your ankles.” I must have given him a quizzical look because he added, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you get into position.”
I did my best to get into position as he had stated but I’d gotten the wrists wrong. Ethan came over and adjusted my arms and then began to wrap the cord around my body. He looped it several times around my biceps and my thighs, my ankles and my wrists, until I was incapable of changing my position. “Good girl,” he said as he stood up to admire his work. “I didn’t make anything too tight so if it gets to be too much just let me know and I can have the binding off quickly.” He patted me on the head, walked in front of me, and then lifted my chin with a single finger. “Now I want you to suck my dick.”
There was something freeing about simply doing as I was told. There was no worry or frustration about “what should I do next?” or “what if he doesn’t like it?” All I had to do was exactly what he said, and I opened my mouth willingly. He gripped the back of my head to hold me steady and then guided his cock to my mouth with his other hand. It felt heavy as it passed over my lips and then slid over my tongue. I wrapped my mouth around him and I began to suck. He moved his hips himself so that he was fucking my face instead of me having to move, I couldn’t have much in my position anyway.
I teased his shaft with my tongue the best that I could – small flickers around his length and longer licks at his tip, just beneath his prominent ridge, and then up to taunt his slit. Ethan threw his head back and continued to pump my face slowly. I concentrated on sucking him well. I did everything I could to please him. I hummed, I licked, I teased, and I sucked like a pro. It only took a minute before he was moaning and his length was growing in my mouth. I could feel him becoming slightly harder, and I knew if he continued he would be cumming soon.
He picked up his speed and began to face fuck me harder and faster. He was losing control. Loud gasps escaped his lips and I felt his hand tighten on my head. “Uh…uh…uh…” he groaned and then bit his lip and quickly pulled out. “Oh god,” he breathed as he hunched over in front of me. “Fuck that was good,” he said. “I almost couldn’t stop myself.” A part of me wished he hadn’t stopped. I wanted to taste him, I wanted him to fill my mouth with his warm cum, but I also wanted him to fuck me like an animal, and if he came now I would be forced to wait.
He remained hunched over for several long moments, enough time to fight back the urge to cum. It’s hard to come back from the brink and I could tell it was difficult for him to resist plunging into me right away. When he was ready he stood and walked back to the bag on the bed.
“I left the binding loose enough that you can easily straighten your legs. I’d like you to do so now.”
I did as I was told. This meant that my wrists remained by my ankles and my ass was high in the air. Imagine the perfect height for some standing doggy-style action.
“Have you ever done anal?” he asked.
“No…” I said hesitantly. It wasn’t that I hadn’t ever wanted to, I had just never gotten up the nerve to actually do it with anyone.
“We’ll start easy then,” he said as he pulled a shiny black plastic plug from the bag. Reaching back inside he pulled out a second item – lube. He squirted a liberal amount of the lube into the palm of his hand and then rubbed it over the plug to fully coat it. “All you need to do is relax,” he said as he stepped up behind me and placed a firm hand on my ass. He ran his hand down my cheek and into my crack to coat my asshole with the rest of the lube. I jumped a bit as his hand hit my sensitive areas but there was little else I could do to pull away. “If you find yourself having trouble relaxing, try concentrating on your breath. Whenever I’m nervous or anxious I’ve found that it helps me.”
At his suggestion I closed my eyes and focused on breathing out for several counts, and then breathing in for slightly longer. It did seem to have a relaxing affect, and I felt ready as he placed the cool butt plug against my asshole and began to work it in. Slowly I felt it slip inside, deeper and deeper until it was past my outer ring of muscle and it was gliding in effortlessly. When the plug had gone as deep as it was going to, I found myself I feeling proud. Proud to have finally taken something, anything in my ass, and I was curious what would be coming next.
“Good girl. Now I have a surprise for you,” he said as he wrapped a thin silk over my eyes and tied it behind my head. “No peeking,” he added with a laugh. I couldn’t have seen through the dark fabric no matter how hard I tried anyway. The next thing I heard was him rummaging in the bag again. I had no idea what else he could be looking for but I was certain I would be finding out soon. I listened as he paced beside me and then came to a standstill. I had no idea what he was doing. Was he just looking at me? Was he waiting for something?
Then it came. A sharp crack against my ass as the paddle connected with the soft flesh of my buttocks. “Ow!” I cried out more from surprise than pain. It stung a bit but it certainly wasn’t the most pain I’d ever felt.
Ethan didn’t say a word, but instead he swatted me a second time. It stung more than the first time and I could feel the red warmth spreading across my ass. While the paddling did hurt, it also excited me. Each new spanking would drive the anal plug into me, and the mix of the insertion and the pain was highly erotic. Stepping forward, he gripped my waist and held me steady. Swat, swat, swat, three in quick succession, I didn’t even have time to react.
“You’re such a dirty girl.”
“Yes,” I groaned wanting more.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes I’m a dirty girl.” Thwack!
“Dirty girls need to be disciplined!” Thwack! “Don’t you think?”
I nodded but he insisted I speak up. “Yes,” I said. Thump!
In total I would guess that he spanked me twenty times. I wasn’t counting though, so I don’t know for certain. All I know is that by the end the plug had be smacked into me so many times that I was dying for anything that would equal release. My ass was sore but I was still begging to be pounded harder.
I breathed a sigh of
relief when I heard him toss the paddle onto the bed. With my eyes covered it felt like all of my other senses were heightened so I was hardly surprised when he reached up and yanked the plug from my ass.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he said as he pressed his hardness against my throbbing cheeks. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Please,” I moaned.
I could feel his hand as he gripped himself and brought his tip to my now gaping asshole. I had never wanted to be fucked in the ass so badly in my life. I would have done anything he’d asked so long as he promised to thrust his cock into me. I was so far gone that I didn’t even care if he was rough. I just needed him to hurry up and stretch me wide.
Thankfully, he did exactly what I wanted. Moments after his tip touched my ass he was already driving forward. He held me steady with a single hand as he sank deeper and deeper. He felt massive and I loved it. I closed my eyes against the blindfold and concentrated on the feeling of him entering me. It was everything I imagined anal could be and so much more. I felt so close and so connected to him. To my surprise the binding and the blindfold only heightened the feeling.
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