“I lose all control. When you grab a hold. And you do your trick. I love it when you lick” – Lick by Joi 

‘I’m sure of it.’ 

‘They think I’m high.’ 

‘Scared, shy, and high.’ 

These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood off to the side of the dance floor watching a few bust some familiar moves. I could’ve joined in but I needed to watch the door. He’d be here at any moment. I’ve missed him every single time that he’s posted an event which is why I came early like I was a part of the set up crew. I just needed to see if he’s real or does he only exist on the internet. Too many bets going against me saying that my man is just fucking AI. They were crushing my hopes before they even got started good stating it’s just been awhile since I’ve had a man and that he’s probably using filters but that’s only if he’s a real person. Today, I was going to prove it all wrong.  

And prove it wrong I did. Or maybe I was wrong…..  

In an instance, I was swept up in a rather sticky situation. It was dark. My hands were bound above my head to a hook with a rope of some sort. Very secured. They must’ve had practiced hog tying on the daily. No surprise that my feet were bound as well spread nicely apart while the entire bedframe felt elevated. Whispers and chuckles surrounded me and the coolness of an ice cube slid across my already erect nipple followed up by the warmth of a rather thick tongue. Slowly I inhaled, unable to remove the blindfold that kept my punisher hidden. It was stated as the restraints were placed, “This is the only way to tame your wild ass. You need to learn boundaries.” 

A different voice followed behind saying, “Why must you be so damn hardheaded?!” 

While suppressing a laugh, I nodded with understanding as I was already aroused from being in their presence. I happily indulged in the festivities with each smiling face as they all knew exactly who I was and had planned months in advance on how it would be best to put me in my place. The beginning of my sexual intervention and I was already enjoying it entirely too much. The agony slowly heated my honey pot. The fingertips of several different hands brushed against my body. Different areas all set ablaze at the same time. Both erect nipples being suckled by two different mouths. I continued to slowly inhale. The exhale was staggered. As fingers massaged my throbbing clit, another hand took the time to slowly submerge within my honey pot as many fingers as he could. Too many hands to count. Too many sensations. Still, I slowly inhaled, fully enjoying the company of my punishers.  

A deep familiar voice whispered in my ear, “Be quiet.” 

Confusion set on my face that could only be read by my frowned eyebrows underneath the blindfold. The confusion quickly dispersed from the way my honey pot fit perfectly in the mouth of one of my punishers while the deep familiar voice nibbled on my earlobe, planting kisses until helping me to cheat by keeping me quiet with his tongue down my throat. Hands continued to palm my breasts, massaging and lightly pinching my nipples. Light kisses filled open spots when my punishment was made clear. 

The senses magnified the moment one loses control of any of the five. My sight was gone thanks to the blindfold. My hearing shot from a bad memory of having literally just met the crew a few hours prior to this moment. Touch was magnified. Taste was magnified. Both overly sexually stimulated. The scent of my sweetness filled the air, and I heard a moan from off in the distance. The thought of being watched aroused me more. The kissing stopped and the voice spoke again, “Be still.” 

Slowly I inhaled and exhaled through the first O. My punisher from below stood up and with a sense of laughter in his voice, he says, “Good girl.” 

Just as I began to smile and a second before I could start to wonder, my honey pot was resting along a different set of lips. A different like no other. Quick flitters of the tongue brought in the first O. The second one was stimulated by pure kisses. The joy he found came from him suckling on my clit and inner lips was evident as the second O came in hard and fast, but he didn’t let up. I bit my bottom lip, still slowly inhaling between the Os but never breathing correctly during the moment.  

Never more than three. I soon understood the severity of my crime. Talking shit on the internet had me in deep honey because it certainly wasn’t shit. Pure Gold! The warm mouth of a third approached. My belief that I was going to be eaten to death was becoming more literal rather than figuratively. I found comfort in the way he slowed down. Tasting me as if my swollen clit simply needed healing from being previously devoured by the ravish beast before him. A mental note was made as the third, like the second did not reward me with compliments of being a good girl.  

My squirms and wiggles increased with the fifth warm mouth. The urge to scream hadn’t once approached while my movements put me in time out for five whole minutes. Just as I was approaching my ninth O, he stopped abruptly and sighs with disapproval. The familiar voice, disappointed as well says, “Don’t move again.” 

Annoyed by the words being said aloud, I impatiently waited for the minutes to be up so that I could fully release my screams of pleasure in my highest octave. The crew anticipated the bratty behavior. It’s what they wanted most of all. Just as the sixth settled into position and placed his warm mouth on me, I melted. His mouth wasn’t warm at all. Cold actually. Extremely cold. Fresh and cold. Inhaling slowly was no more as I uncontrollably moaned, “Oo oo ooo oooo.” 

The light pinches on my nipples weren’t so light anymore and the sweet kisses turned into full bites. I squirmed, wiggled, and swirled as much as my restraints allowed. My feet unbound as my sixth lifted my pelvis while he stood up. His thickness filled me up and finally my blindfold was lifted and there he was. Maybe it was just tunnel vision but all I seen was him. Maybe my imagination is running wild. A smile swept across my face as his hand wrapped around my throat while holding me up with the other and pumping in and out with ease. I begin to mumble the words slowly, “Are…..you….” 

His tongue darted in and out of my mouth just for him to say, “You talk too much.” 

I smiled. Enjoying this meet and greet until the very end…. 

For ClickTight Rydaz 

Excerpt from KC’s Emporium of Wet Dreams