MY WICKED, WANTON LIFE
PART V
As if I’d conjured her up simply by thinking about her, Fiona stepped from the shadows. She was naked except for red shoes with the tallest, skinniest heels I’d ever seen. Her hands were on her hips, her legs slightly apart, her entire body displayed before me. My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips to moisten them. She copied my actions, her red tongue sliding across her thick, red lips. There was a wicked gleam in her big brown eyes, and her auburn hair gleamed with life and vitality. I ached to be free so that I could explore her body for real, rather than simply fantasise about it.
“How did I get here?” I tugged against the bonds securing me to the wall, but the bindings on my wrists and ankles refused to budge. “Why am I restrained like this?”
“So that I can get to know you better.” Her smile was big and broad, her mouth open wide enough to display perfect white teeth. She stepped forward, reached out and grasped my cock. Her fingers were soft and warm, her strokes tender, designed to enhance my arousal, to bring me to the point of release, only to ease off and let me regroup. I moaned and lapped up the attention. After several minutes, her actions grew more vigorous, pulling and tugging on my member so roughly I thought she meant to tear it off at the roots.
I arched my back and gritted my teeth, my nervous system caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. I’d had many hand jobs in the past--my current partner was particularly adroit at bringing me to a peak in this manner--but no one had shown this level of expertise. “Why are you doing this?” My breath rasped in my throat, and I struggled to breathe.
“Because I want you. I have since the moment I saw you sitting by the side of the road.” She continued tugging on my member with one hand while the other cupped my testicles. Ever so gently she squeezed them.
Oh, fuck! I sucked in a lungful of air. The feeling was beyond belief. Part of me wanted to blow my load. Another part didn’t want her ministrations to end--ever. “You didn’t have to bind me,” I managed to mutter.
“Oh, but it’s much more fun this way, don’t you think?” She stopped pumping my erection, raised my balls and traced a long, red fingernail down the length of my scrotum.
I took a deep breath and clenched my arse cheeks when the nail hovered around my anus. I guessed her intent and wasn’t sure I wanted her to continue. On the other hand, I was in no position to refuse. No one had ever done that to me before, so I held my breath and waited for her to take away my anal virginity with a finger fuck. After teasing me for several minutes, she finally licked her finger and inserted it into my arsehole. Even though I’d been expecting this, I almost jumped out of my skin. Again, I strained against my bonds, my cock growing more rigid each time her finger thrust inside me. It was strange sensation, a violation, but mind-blowing all the same.
Before I had time to regain my breath, she dropped to her knees. I watched, knowing instinctively what was coming next. She intended to suck me off. Oh please, yes! As if sensing my desire, she took a different approach. She extended her tongue and stroked it up and down my penis, paying particular attention to the head. All the while her eyes held mine. I wanted to touch her, caress her body, kiss her all over and ram my cock inside her, but the bindings holding me in place prevented all but minimal movement. I tossed my head from side to side and hoped I wasn’t losing my mind.
Just as I thought I could stand no more, she opened her mouth and filled it with my engorged organ. My mind exploded in another fireworks display, a cascade of exploding starbursts, spinning Catherine Wheels and sputtering sparklers. Those perfect teeth scraped against the sides of my cock, driving me close to the edge. I thrust with my hips and closed my eyes, happy to accommodate her in any way I could. Again and again and again I rammed her mouth, each time plunging deeper. She never gagged. She never pulled away. When I grew too tired to continue, she grabbed my arse and manipulated my actions with her hands.
Eventually, I came in her mouth, my entire body shuddering from head to toe. There were more fireworks, and sweat dripped from my upper body and onto her head. Had I not been manacled to the wall, I would have collapsed to the floor. I closed my eyes and sighed.
When I opened them again, I was standing, breathing heavily, on my back porch. Sweat ran down my face as if I’d just run a marathon in thirty degree heat.
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As if I’d conjured her up simply by thinking about her, Fiona stepped from the shadows. She was naked except for red shoes with the tallest, skinniest heels I’d ever seen. Her hands were on her hips, her legs slightly apart, her entire body displayed before me. My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips to moisten them. She copied my actions, her red tongue sliding across her thick, red lips. There was a wicked gleam in her big brown eyes, and her auburn hair gleamed with life and vitality. I ached to be free so that I could explore her body for real, rather than simply fantasise about it.
“How did I get here?” I tugged against the bonds securing me to the wall, but the bindings on my wrists and ankles refused to budge. “Why am I restrained like this?”
“So that I can get to know you better.” Her smile was big and broad, her mouth open wide enough to display perfect white teeth. She stepped forward, reached out and grasped my cock. Her fingers were soft and warm, her strokes tender, designed to enhance my arousal, to bring me to the point of release, only to ease off and let me regroup. I moaned and lapped up the attention. After several minutes, her actions grew more vigorous, pulling and tugging on my member so roughly I thought she meant to tear it off at the roots.
I arched my back and gritted my teeth, my nervous system caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. I’d had many hand jobs in the past--my current partner was particularly adroit at bringing me to a peak in this manner--but no one had shown this level of expertise. “Why are you doing this?” My breath rasped in my throat, and I struggled to breathe.
“Because I want you. I have since the moment I saw you sitting by the side of the road.” She continued tugging on my member with one hand while the other cupped my testicles. Ever so gently she squeezed them.
Oh, fuck! I sucked in a lungful of air. The feeling was beyond belief. Part of me wanted to blow my load. Another part didn’t want her ministrations to end--ever. “You didn’t have to bind me,” I managed to mutter.
“Oh, but it’s much more fun this way, don’t you think?” She stopped pumping my erection, raised my balls and traced a long, red fingernail down the length of my scrotum.
I took a deep breath and clenched my arse cheeks when the nail hovered around my anus. I guessed her intent and wasn’t sure I wanted her to continue. On the other hand, I was in no position to refuse. No one had ever done that to me before, so I held my breath and waited for her to take away my anal virginity with a finger fuck. After teasing me for several minutes, she finally licked her finger and inserted it into my arsehole. Even though I’d been expecting this, I almost jumped out of my skin. Again, I strained against my bonds, my cock growing more rigid each time her finger thrust inside me. It was strange sensation, a violation, but mind-blowing all the same.
Before I had time to regain my breath, she dropped to her knees. I watched, knowing instinctively what was coming next. She intended to suck me off. Oh please, yes! As if sensing my desire, she took a different approach. She extended her tongue and stroked it up and down my penis, paying particular attention to the head. All the while her eyes held mine. I wanted to touch her, caress her body, kiss her all over and ram my cock inside her, but the bindings holding me in place prevented all but minimal movement. I tossed my head from side to side and hoped I wasn’t losing my mind.
Just as I thought I could stand no more, she opened her mouth and filled it with my engorged organ. My mind exploded in another fireworks display, a cascade of exploding starbursts, spinning Catherine Wheels and sputtering sparklers. Those perfect teeth scraped against the sides of my cock, driving me close to the edge. I thrust with my hips and closed my eyes, happy to accommodate her in any way I could. Again and again and again I rammed her mouth, each time plunging deeper. She never gagged. She never pulled away. When I grew too tired to continue, she grabbed my arse and manipulated my actions with her hands.
Eventually, I came in her mouth, my entire body shuddering from head to toe. There were more fireworks, and sweat dripped from my upper body and onto her head. Had I not been manacled to the wall, I would have collapsed to the floor. I closed my eyes and sighed.
When I opened them again, I was standing, breathing heavily, on my back porch. Sweat ran down my face as if I’d just run a marathon in thirty degree heat.
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Broometime Serenade
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