by Dark Angel
“I like surprises,” he says, his fingers squeezing my half-naked breast.
“Then close your eyes.” He does so dutifully, that delicious smile of his almost making my heart melt. I climb down from the bed and reach for my purse; I open it and take something from the inside: something metallic and shiny. Yes, if you were thinking “handcuffs,” you guessed right. They clink against one another, the low sound making him raise his eyebrows, but he remains faithful to what I told him and doesn’t open his eyes.
I go back to him, sitting on his lap and straddling him.
“Put your arms up,” I tell him, and he does it dutifully. Before he has the time to react, I hold my breath and move as fast as I can, closing the metallic brace around his wrist and locking the other end on the bedpost. He opens his eyes almost immediately.
“What is this?” he asks me, trying to push against the locked handcuffs. “You’re a wicked one, aren’t you?”
“You can’t imagine how wicked.” I place the other handcuff on him, locking it on the bed. I finally look down at him, taking in the scene; here he is, unable to move and escape… Mine to do as I please.
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you once I’m out of these handcuffs,” he tells me, my pussy growing wet at his words. It almost makes me want to let him go right away, but I hold strong.
“Oh, is that so? And who says I’m ever letting you get out? I might just keep you here forever, mine to use and abuse…” I continue, placing my fingers on the collar of his shirt as I slowly start to unbutton his shirt, revealing his hard pectorals.
“Doesn’t sound that bad to me,” he shoots back. I can already feel his cock growing hard under me, straining against his pants. Feeling his hardness, I start a slight sway, moving my hips as I rub my crotch against his.
His shirt finally open, I lean in, my lips pressed against his neck. I start kissing him in a downward line, my mouth travelling down to his chest. I part my lips and let my tongue out, lapping at his nipples while I let my hands wander over to his belt; I unbuckle it, unzipping his fly immediately after, and continue kissing him down his chest. My tongue runs over his abs dutifully, their hard contour enough to make me go mad.
When I get close to the hem of his boxer briefs, I lay gentle kisses around it, my eyes darting to the thick shape tenting his underwear.
“Is this for me?” I ask him, running the tip of my index finger over his member.
“Just for you,” he tells me, grinning. The moment his words hit me, I curl my fingers around his cock, gripping it harshly.
“It better be,” I tease him. “Because I’m insatiable… And I don’t like to share.”
In response, his cock pulses firmly against the palm of my hand. I start to stroke him over the fabric of his boxers, my eyes locked on his.
“Insatiable works for me,” he chuckles, his arms unconsciously moving as he tries to reach for me, but the handcuffs keep him in place. I raise my eyebrows at him, biting my lower lip in a teasing way; I let go of his cock then, and start pushing his pants down. When they reach his ankles, I take off his shoes and socks, and then take his trousers out. My hands run back up his legs until they’re over his boxers again, his cock pulsing under the fabric. I almost pull his underwear down, but I decide against it—first I have to drive him insane… I want him aching and burning for my touch.
I stand up on top of the bed, each of my feet on the side of his waist. Unblinking, I push my dress down to my waist and then I unclasp my bra, pulling its straps down. The cups droop over my tits and I take my fingers there; I take my time as I pull them down, his hungry eyes widening as both my breasts come into sight.
Throwing the bra on top of his bare chest, I push my dress further down, making it slide down my legs. I kick it off, my heart beating fast as his eyes take in my almost naked figure. They widen even more as he glances over my tiny lace thong, and I can feel him mentally ripping it out of my body.
Sitting down on top of him, I place my crotch right above his. I rest my hands on his chest and then start to sway my hips, moving them back and forth and stroking his cock over his boxers. I feel it hardening even more, and I start becoming desperate to have him inside of me… To be on all fours while he fucks me, to be stretched wide by his huge member… But there’s time for everything. Right now, I’m under the spotlight and it’s my turn to shine.
I grind against him harder, moving my hips ferociously; I lean into him, kissing him as I move. I wonder if I’d be able to make him cum just like this, but I don’t have the mental fortitude to remain in this position for that long… So, feeling his cock pulsing against my pussy, I go lower on his body, hooking my fingers on his boxers; I tug them down his legs and throw them somewhere far off in the room. Sliding my hands from his ankles to his thighs, I lean into him, my eyes locked on his as my lips reach for his cock. I stop right before my mouth is on him, my smile turning into a grin of wickedness.
“Come on…” he groans, his cock jerking.
“Maybe I’ll make you beg… Maybe I’ll drive you crazy until you can’t take it anymore.” I love teasing him. I just do, one look into his eyes and I can almost see the flames of desire there, bright and wild and threatening to consume whatever’s in their way.
“Fucking hell…” he sighs, closing his eyes; I take the chance and, as soon as his eyes are shut, I grab his cock and keep it in place as I roll my lips down his shaft. Twirling my tongue around it, I go as deep as I can; only stopping when his glans is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Going back up, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, ravaging his cock with my mouth. “So… fucking good…” He says, the words hanging heavily in the air.
His words make me go even harder, and I cup his balls with one hand, massaging them gently and feeling their weight against my open palm. Warm and heavy, they are busy with his seed, and I can’t help but be impressed by the amount of cum they always manage to produce. My mind harkens back to the Plaza, where I knelt in front of Lance and let him cover me from head to toe with his seed… God, that was amazing. I know I’m not exactly young, and I’m not a naive virgin girl… But, hell, I never thought I’d be doing stuff like that before Lance showed up at my doorstep. Being close to him frees the beast inside of me. And what the beast inside of me needs right now is to have his cock inside of my pussy.
Sliding my mouth back out, I lick his whole length and then position myself better. Grabbing his cock, I point it upward, lift my hips up, and then start easing myself down. His glans brushing against my thong, I flick it to the side and let it press against my folds. I hold my position—once again, he strains against the handcuffs, desperate to grab me and impale me on his cock. But I’m holding all the cards here, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
“See? I can do it too…” I say with a grin, slowly allowing one inch of him inside of me. My heart is racing like mad, and I know my words are hollow: I’m not teasing him as much as I’m teasing myself. So I do the only thing I can, which is going down as fast as I can, his cock pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. A moan tumbles out of my lips as I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls, my body allowing instinct to sit behind the steering wheel—without bothering with the build up, I start swaying my hips back and forth, his shaft massaging my insides as I go.
Throwing my head back, I slide one hand down my chest and place two fingers over my clit, rubbing it as I fuck him. It feels good to say it; I’m fucking him… It’s so easy to get lost in the semantics, but this time it means I’m the one in charge. It makes sense, really; I’m the older one in this room. God, just thinking of it is enough to make me squirm.
“Harder,” he groans, gritting his teeth and trying to thrust at me. I obey dutifully, raising my hips and letting them down in a flurry of movement, jumping up and down on his cock. My ass is bouncing and slapping his legs, and the more I do it the faster my fingers start to rub on my clit.
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t doesn’t take long for my muscles to tire out, but I just ignore it; it’s still early, and there’s lots to be done. Screw exhaustion. I push through the pain and only stop when my body starts to tremble, the spark of delight igniting inside of me. My hands start to twitch and I press my fingers against my clit, holding them there as I let out one loud moan. I close my eyes, savoring what I’m sure is just going to be the first orgasm of many. Really, I’ve been with Lance so many times, and I never came just once… God, I knew about multiple orgasms and sex marathons, but this is on a whole different level. Welcome to the Sex Olympics, I’m the reigning champion.
Breathing out heavily, I let ecstasy rage through me until it finally subsides, leaving that pleasant tingling feeling inside of me. Raising my hips, I slide his cock out and move my body back. He’s looking at me expectantly and, while I think of what my next move is going to be, my body reacts of its own accord.
I lean in, my lips parting as I take my mouth to his cock once more. I want to feel my scent on his cock, his shaft wet with my fluids… And that’s exactly what I do: my mouth open wide, I take his whole shaft inside my back, rolling my lips back as I suck him. The sweet scent of my pussy is coating his hard member, and that just makes me lose it completely; I start sucking and licking as if I were possessed, desire blanketing my mind and pushing all other thoughts away.
Driven mad by pleasure, I take his cock out of my mouth, wanting to feel him once more inside of me. I mean, here is, handcuffed to the bed; it’d be a shame if I didn’t use his cock as much as I want, for as long as I want. I stand up and turn around, my back to him as I ease myself down over his cock; squatting over his waist, I grab his cock and point it up at my pussy. I could take my thong off, but I don’t want to waste any time with that; I just flick it to the side again. This time I don’t bother with the teasing; I just guide his thick hard member inside of me. I squat down, my body swaying as I drive his cock to the hidden depths inside of me.
Jumping up and down, I let myself be pulled into oblivion. I see nothing, I hear nothing. All there is in the universe is his cock, my pussy lips wrapped around it. I bounce on him for as long as I can, losing all notion of time. Really, I don’t know how much time has passed, if one minute or one hour… All I know is that I feel pleasure pooling around the edges of my mind, threatening to overtake me completely. Knowing that I’m close, I start to go even faster, jumping head first into an ocean of mind-bending ecstasy.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as my pussy clamps down around his shaft, slight spasms taking over of my body. I go on my knees, straddling him in reverse, and push through the orgasm. Still moving, I ride myself into a chain of orgasms, letting one build up inside of me while the last one is still raging through my mind. Like a mad woman, I scream, coming for the second time in a row in a matter of seconds. Leaning forward, I grab his ankles, keeping my body still as I try to catch my breath. Christ, I’m breathing so hard I don’t even know how my lungs are still capable of functioning. This is almost too much for me to take… And that makes it so much better.
“Tired already, baby?” I hear his voice, his cock slightly spasming inside of me. Smiling, I pull his cock out and turn toward him. His expression is one of pent up desire—like a caged tiger, I have no idea what he might do once I let him loose. But, oh, I’m so anxious to do it.
“Tired? We’re just getting started,” I meow at him, biting at the corner of my lip. I get out of the bed and amble down to where I left my purse; taking the keys out, I go back to the bed, climbing on top of it. As I reach for the handcuffs, ready to set him free, I see his anxious grin and stop. “Maybe I can use you a while longer…”
“Use me all you want. That’s what I’m here for,” he says, cementing the idea in my mind. I place the key on the bed stand and go up on my feet again. Seductively swaying my hips, I hook my fingers on the side of my thong and start pushing it down. The wet fabric slides down easily, and I bend over to pick it up. Sitting on the bed by his side, the tiny piece of wet fabric in my hand, I smile at Lance; I take my thong and brush it against his lips, teasing him.
“I want a taste of that. Right fucking now,” he growls, a furious storm of hunger and lust raging in his eyes.
“Taste me? And how would you taste me?” I tease him, sliding the thong down his chest and onto his cock. I wrap the fabric around his member and start stroking him slowly, his mast pulsing softly against my fingers.
“You know how,” he grins at me. Oh, I do know how. Licking my lips, I go over his body and inch closer to his face, his head pressed between my thighs. I look down at him wantonly, but he doesn’t look back, his anxious gaze is on my pussy, his parted lips waiting for it to be against his mouth. Who am I to deny him what he wants? Well, what I want. Moving even closer, I press my pussy against his face as I grab the frame of the bed; he starts sucking immediately, his lips pulling on my drenched folds as he uses his tongue to explore my insides.
I close my eyes and moan deeply, swaying my hips as I rub my aching pussy against his mouth. I have absolute control right now, and there’s no better feeling in the world… Asides from giving up all control, that is. With Lance, control or no control, it’s all perfection. Sweet frenzied perfection.
Going hard, I angle myself so that he can lick my clit; I slow down, swaying my hips gently as I let him set the pace with his mouth. Soon enough I stop moving completely, succumbing to the maddening strokes of his tongue. Hissing between gritted teeth I take one hand to his hair, dishevel it and yank on it, forcing him to press his mouth harder against my wetness.
Fierce moans tumbling out of my lips, I finally come against his mouth, tightening my thighs around his head. Still he keeps sucking, sending shards of electric pleasure up my spine while I tremble and moan. I hold my position until the orgasm finally washes over me, and only then do I get out from where I am.
My fingers are trembling as I reach for the bed stand and grab the handcuff keys. I struggle to get my hands where I need them to be, but I finally manage to get the key inside the lock. The moment I turn it and the handcuff opens, his hand flies to my ass, his fingers digging deep into my flesh. I think of torturing him and keeping the other handcuff on, but I decide against it; I don’t want to torture myself as well. Getting his other arm free, I prepare for the inevitable: right now he’s a hungry predator, and I’m letting it out of its cage. He's going to pounce on me like a tiger, and he won’t stop until he has me completely spent and devoured. It’s the law of nature, and it sounds just about right.
Both his hands on my ass, he pushes me on top of the bed, laying me down. He climbs on top of me, his body between my legs, and presses his forehead against mine. We stay in silence for a whole eternity—a second—our eyes locked.
“You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers, my heart tightening inside my chest.
“What are you waiting for then?” I don’t need to say more: his hands go to my knees, and grabbing them, he pushes my legs apart. His fat glans pressed against my pussy, he thrusts without waiting, his cock sliding inside of me in a hurry. I grit my teeth and lace my legs behind his back, urging him to go as hard as he can. He doesn’t disappoint: his thrusts are furious right from the start, his cock pounding into me so fiercely that a sweet numbness starts to spread through my body.
I take my hands to his back and dig my fingernails on his muscles; he still has a few red marks on his chest from the last time we were together, so why not give him an equal memento on his back? I claw at him, and that makes him piston into me even harder. Turning my head to the side and parting my lips, I start nibbling at his ear, the soft cartilage hugged tightly by my teeth. I bite down harder than I should have, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. With my tongue I trace a downward line to his neck, and then I bite him there too, hard enough to leave a mark. He groans slightly, but I’m not sure if he has even registered where the pain has come from. He’s lost in a whirlwind of lust, fucking me as if he was born with that single
purpose in mind.
“Oh, fuck!” I blurt out suddenly, his cock driving deeper into me. A sharp pain goes up my spine, but the moment it reaches my brain it has already turned into sweet pleasure. I open my mouth to moan, but I end up screaming; ecstasy whips me, and I come so hard I start to see dark spots on the edge of my eyes. I have to take a deep breath so that I don’t pass out, the raw energy that roams free through my body almost too much for me. Almost.
“This is going to be good,” Lance whispers into my ear, slowing down his rhythm. God, I’m trembling all over and he still keeps fucking me, not allowing me a minute’s rest. He works me with his cock until my fingernails are like knives on his back, stabbing his chiseled muscles as madness takes over me. There’s a hard pressure mounting inside of me, but there’s also a weird feeling on my insides.
“Lance, I--”
“Shh… Just let go,” he whispers. I’m not sure if he knows what’s going on inside my body, but his words have a soothing effect on me. I do exactly as he tells me to and just let go. The moment I relax, I go thermonuclear—my mind goes blank and I feel my pussy spasming and gushing at the same time. I moan, a wild laugh climbing up my throat. Sweet Jesus, I’m squirting! I feel the fluids dripping down my inner thighs to the sheets, drenching them in the juices of sinful ecstasy.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” I whisper into his ear, feeling dizzy. I take my legs out of his back and sprawl myself on the mattress, completely spent. He takes his cock out of me, slowly, and then lies down by my side.
“No, I won’t be the end of you,” he says with a chuckle, running his hand up my side. “You’re woman enough to take it.” I turn to him, a tender smile on my lips.
“Yes… And I’m your woman, Lance,” I tell him, enjoying the sound of the words on my mouth. He smiles back at him, gently, and brushes his hand against my cheek.