3 comments/ 24432 views/ 1 favorites Pink Ribbon By: Wildeyedwendy Looking warily at the flashy redhead gesturing for him to get into her fancy new pick-up truck, he climbed up inside. The windows were heavily tinted against the intense Texas sun, giving the occupants more than a modicum of privacy from prying eyes. Starting up the diesel engine, she glanced at him sideways, an almost shy grin creeping across her features. He took a deep, almost shaky breath, trying to hide his discomfiture, and anticipation behind his usually cocky and manly façade. "It's good to see you, Lizzie." He said warmly, trying to break the ice a bit. Lizzie, her usual discreet, hard to read self, smiled an almost secret smile, and replied in a confident, almost cocky voice, amusement shining in her eyes, now focused on the road in an almost too intense fashion, " Yeah, Wyatt, it's been far too long," She glanced at him, eyes shining with anticipation, "did you prepare as I instructed?" Barely suppressing a shudder, his memory flashed with reminders of the past 2 weeks. Her instructions coming bold and clear... a new idea every day -- 14 days straight. Things she wanted him to do to prepare himself for his weekend with her. If he did not comply, she would not see him at all. The feelings and powerful emotions the control she held over him washed through his taut nerves, making his cock strain even harder at his tight silk boxer briefs, the zipper on his jeans bulging in protest. "Yes, every thing you wanted me to do, has been completed. I am ready for you." He smiled slowly, proudly, intending on giving her at least some loss of composure, but her ready and enthusiastic smile belied his success. "Show me." was all she said, still staring at the road with her usual focused interest. Wyatt glanced at her, eyebrow raised in both disbelief and cocky arrogance, willing to comply, but at the same time, unsure as to her level of seriousness. Noting his response, she pointed to the heavily tinted windows. "No one will see, besides we are driving, I want to see. Now." Her tone brooked no argument, and he shrugged, chuckling to himself at the surprise she'd find waiting. Wyatt slowly unzipped his pants, releasing his torrid erection from its restraints. A slight wet spot on his underwear revealed the intensity of his "readiness" and desire for her, as he slid them too aside, revealing his raging hard on, encircled by a bright pink, lacy ribbon. The ribbon encased his cock and balls beautifully, working as a decorative, yet deceptively gentle cock ring. His hard on bounced with excitement at the heat of her eyes raking across it quickly, the frilly bow adding an almost comedic appearance to such an incredibly masculine power. He nearly flushed at the amusement in her eyes, but the heat in her voice helped keep his composure intact, as she shuddered involuntarily and took a deep, shaky breath before she spoke. "Good. You shaved." Was all she said, her hand nonchalantly reaching across the console of her truck to trace the ribbon on his erection. "I am glad that you decided to acknowledge that this is mine. As you know, pink is my favorite color, and your cock being wrapped in my favorite color, at my request, pleases me greatly. I promise you, Wyatt, you will not be disappointed." Smiling slow and sexy, her enigmatic and incredibly femininity seemed focused entirely on him for a moment, and the world stood still. Her fingers traced the ribbon even more closely, brushing against the velvety skin of his cock, testing the smoothness of the skin on his balls, making sure it was indeed hairless and to her specifications. "Perfect." He forced himself to breathe, trying to think of anything but what she was doing to him, anything but the way her gorgeous blond hair traced the beaks of her breasts, her nipples obviously hard through the thin material of her blouse, the heady scent of her wafting to him from beneath her dress. She was probably wet. She never wore panties beneath a dress. The thought undermined what little control he had. He would follow this blondes every command until he got her in the house, and then she was all his. These mind games she insisted on playing .. they would be out of her control, for he know he had the ability to take her under his power and control with his tongue, his fingers, his voice ... she would be lost, and his. And he would tie her up with her damned pink ribbon, and show her more pleasure than she ever knew existed. He just had to continue to play her little game until they got inside. Inside. Inside ... damn it would feel so fucking good to have that little, tight, incredibly wet and heady pussy suck him inside of her like a magnet. Surely she knew it was made for him... "... afterwards?" Mentally shaking himself, he tried to regain his focus, and apologized. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" His smile arrogant and full of promise, he seemed to forget that he was fully exposed to her raking eyes, the silly pink ribbon bobbing with his straining cock. "Did you have any problems with shaving? Any bumps afterwards?" He started to respond in a negative fashion, but was saved by the trucks stopping on the finely manicured drive as she pulled up in front of the beautiful old farmhouse, surrounded by open green hay fields, and not a house to be seen for miles. She jumped out of the truck nimbly, gesturing for him to cover himself, and follow her into the house. Bemused, he complied, sliding agilely out of the pick-up just as a tall, man with mud-covered jeans, grabbed his bags out of the back and plopped them on the porch, before disappearing as casually as he appeared. Chuckling to himself, Wyatt took in his surroundings, leapt up the stairs, grabbed his bags and followed Lizzie inside with a grin. "Do you have any staff inside the house? I hadn't realized you were so well ... attended." Grinning disarmingly at her, expecting her hasty defense to his jibe, he was pleased at her noncommittal response, .. something about stable boys, and horses and the maid having the weekend off as she trudged up the stairs. Gloating inside, he followed her and plopped his bags down in the room she motioned too, and turned towards her, fully expecting to take her in his arms and ravage her as she had coming, for all that she had put him through. His eyes swirling with passion he pulled her into his arms, intending to kiss her silly, only to pull back with a yelp as she bit him .. hard .. on the neck. "not yet, cowboy, I need you to do something for me first." Irritation shining in his eyes, he grunted noncommittally, growing tired of her games but obliged, intending to give her one last joke at his expense, before he took matters into his own hands and showed her how much he missed her. "And that would be ...?" a cocky eyebrow raised, leaning casually against the door, he raked his fingers through his perfectly disarrayed hair, knowing that his sex appeal burned through him like lightening. No woman had ever been able to resist him, and this minx had never been any different. Granted, he mused, she had changed in the months since he'd seen her last. Exuded a sexy confidence, a more polished "knowing" in her eyes. But that still didn't change the fact that she would be at his mercy for the next few days, and she would .. without a doubt .. enjoy it. "Turn around." Her voice sexy, but mellow. Not at all demanding, but not expecting an argument. He flashed her an indulgent grin and complied, shivering as her mouth moved along the back of his neck and shoulders, her nails raking lightly down his back, and up his sides as she removed his shirt. Tracing his arms temptingly, she slid seductive nibbles down his elbows, along to his wrist, slipping her fingers around his wrists, holding his arms captive behind his body as she dropped to her knees and began to nip at the crease below the muscles on his well-muscled ass. He groaned with arousal and started to turn around to end his torment, attempting to free his wrists from her light hold, only to find that she had placed well padded handcuffs around his wrists in his distraction, and he was indeed ... her prisoner. Before his mind could register this new phenomenon, she had his pants off, slid down his legs, trapping his legs effectively at the ankle above his all too tight shoes. Finding himself unable to move without taking a chance of losing his balance, he stiffened to protest, a growl rising in his throat. Lizzie rose gracefully to her feet, spinning him around, her strong arms balancing him easily as she took his mouth in hers and kissed him slowly, deliberately, sensually. Her well practiced tongue creating a magic he didn't know existed, and he forgot all but her hands roaming along his body, her body pressed to his, her curves sliding silkily along his body enticingly. She withdrew something from her back pocket, her movement vaguely noticed by his impassioned brain as her mouth worked miracles on his senses, he slowly forgot everything around him but her silken body, the throbbing of his cock pressed up against her steaming wet pussy, her skirt fluttering over the top of his massive erection, and the damned pink ribbon adding to the torment .. holding him hard, captive .. and making him throb all the more. She stepped back, releasing his mouth, her hands coming off his body, and as his eyes opened, he realized that in his diversion, she had replaced her tongue with a soft rubber gag in his mouth. Gently affixed, he went to spit it out only to find it was somehow applied in such a way as to be comfortable, yet incredibly secure. Desire and irritation blazed in his eyes, nearly beside himself with arousal. He had never been so close to losing control, but he found himself incredibly excited, on the verge of high-temper, and yet .. completely helpless for the first time in his life. She nipped his ear sharply, moving into him, and raising his arms above his head, noting the fiery desire, and arrogant, slightly pissed off expression in his eyes and stifled a shiver. She still could not believe she was doing this to him. She had always had a massive crush on this man, always wanted him for her own, and yet, never had the confidence to approach him in more than a casual manner. Sure they had sex on occasion, but she wanted to bind him to her once and for all. A cocky, arrogant, and justifiably proud man such as Wyatt, would have to be caught in a totally unexpected manner. She would do so .... In a way in which he would never forget. The look in his eyes was just as she hoped. Aroused, confused, angry, sensual, cocky and ... curious. Taking a shaky breath, she nipped his neck even sharper and raised his cuffed arms over his head, attaching it to the eyebolt hidden above the door frame. She slipped off his shoes, removed his pants entirely, recapturing his legs with his silken, and very sexy underwear as she slid them down his legs, following them with a trail of nips and kisses. She watched him intently as she rose fluidly to her feet, catlike in her grace, powerful and innately sensuous. Thrilled by this audience, power over such a man coursing through her veins, the thought racing through her mind that she now had .. her dream man... captive in her house for a weekend sending such a thrill through her, that her pussy nearly exploded in an uninvited orgasm, shudders ripping through her, her sex vibrating the tense air, moisture trickling down her inner thighs. She slipped her dress over her head with a sensuous wiggle, her curves accented in the low light, enjoying the blazing in his eyes as he caught sight of the dripping wetness traveling down her legs. She slid her hand down her body, enjoying the feel of her fingers on her passion blushed skin, sliding down the silk of her body to plunge within her torrid pussy, withdrawing a glistening finger, eyes locked on his as she sensually enjoyed her own taste, eyes closing in pleasure as her body shivered uncontrollably, hips rotating enticingly. She offered him the slightest taste, and dropped to her knees in front of him, not a word uttered... wrapping her legs around his, rubbing her clit against his shin, and aggressively took his cock into her hand, her teeth raking along his groin... To be continued.... Pink Ribbon Ch. 02 With a final sharp nip, she buried her face in his stomach, her clit finally exploding from the sensations of being teased upon his shin while her mouth teased him.. her mind her undoing as she exploded again, her already dripping pussy, turning into a fountain, so in want of him was she. Her dream man, who always had so much control over her .. captive. Tied in front of her, at her mercy. In her house. She had the whole weekend to make him hers, mind and body, and she intended to do so in the most creative way possible, to ensure he would beg to be hers and hers alone. Winking up at him with an arrogant and sensual expression, shaking lightly from her recent orgasm, looking incredibly beautiful in the dim light of the room, she laid on her back, giving him a fantastic view of what her fingers were beginning to do on her pussy, dancing across her clit, drawing the flowing cum around her entire pussy. Moaning with ecstasy, the sensation of his eyes burning a hole into her filling her with even more fire. She sensed his struggle against his bonds, but she was too enthralled in what she was doing to pay any note. She knew she had aroused him to an almost uncontrollable state, controlled only by the bonds she placed upon him and tied. He was at her whim. She shattered, hips rising off the floor in a timeless invitation, her heady scent rising to his nostrils. He was animalistic in his need; if he did not get to sink his cock into that slick wet magnet that she so luxuriously caressed, he would tear the wall down to get to her. He worked furiously at his bonds, testing, straining, pulling, working hard to get loose. His eyes followed her as she rose and slid across the room, and began rummaging through a drawer. His eyes narrowed, wild with his lust, out of his mind and beyond control. When he got loose, he would give her the fucking she so richly deserved. He would slam her so hard, his come would come out her nose, he vowed silently. His tongue managed to break loose the gag she had placed in his mouth, but his hands still had made no progress in their freedom. He licked his lips as she drew closer, and she smiled with the certain power of a woman who knows she has the upper hand. Rage seethed within him as he saw the arrogant expression take over her features, his voice silky, "untie me, wench, or you will regret it." A shiver coursed through her at his words, but she knew this man well enough to know she was in no danger, other than to feel earth-shaking pleasure at his hands... though she had a feeling that were he to get loose, she wouldn't be riding any horses the next week. Still, she had to try this, she had to make her effort to keep him wanting her, for as long as she wanted him. No more of his gallivanting around, chasing several women at once, he was hers, and she was going to prove it. Dropping to her knees before him, in a deceptively submissive pose, she looked up at him through lowered eyelashes, raking her nails down the front of his thighs, and up the back, smearing his ass with lube he had not noticed in her hands. He moaned as she leaned forward and took his cock fully into his mouth, and tensed, nearly losing his seed right then. Get control of yourself man! He warned himself, Fuck! He could not believe how on the edge he was .. him! The master of self-control. Women did not control his desires, he controlled theirs! Anger lit his eyes again, which immediately turned to sensual passion as she caressed his asshole, while taking his cock deep in her throat, turning her head this way and that as she deep throated him. His hips bucking instinctively into her mouth, she drove her finger deep in his ass, and caressed his prostate while her head began to bob on his dick, in and out .. in and out .. her glorious red hair tickling his thighs, the feeling deep in his ass driving him beyond wild as he shouted and moaned. Right as he felt he was finally going to get to drench her throat with his seed, she withdrew her finger from his ass, pulled her mouth back on his cock, until her tongue just barely teased the tip of it, watching him through heavily lidded eyes. She removed his pink ribbon, and replaced it with her mouth on his balls, as she drew them down and away from his body, calming him somewhat, yet at the same time, inciting his passion and wild animal need even further. While he was distracted and demanding loudly in no uncertain of what she should do to him, and how it would feel to her... she suddenly plunged some hard plastic beads into his ass. Taking his cock lightly into her mouth, sucking harder on his cock with the entrance of every bead, she finally stopped when she felt he was sufficiently filled with this new foreign contraption. He squirmed, unsure if he liked this new feeling, but remembering the feeling of her finger on his prostate, he didn't complain, just demanded she suck him harder, faster, pressing his hips into her mouth, squirming harder in his bonds, wanting only to grab her hair and slam her face down hard into his groin, and fuck her face. Still, she eluded him, but finally increased the rhythm and tempo and ferocity of her lips on his cock... her lips tight around his, mouth superbly wet and hot.. one hand on his balls, caressing them gently, her mouth working the magic upon his cock that he had come to know only she could work. The fingers holding the anal beads in his ass gently tugging and pulling at them- not really moving them, but not letting him forget they were there - until finally, he reached the point of no return. With a triumphant shout, he groaned his pleasure as he slammed his hips against her face as hard as he could, fucking her mouth and started to release the flood of cum. Just as he started to spasm, she ripped the beads out of his ass, causing him the most intense sensation he had ever felt in his life, the cum shooting out of him with a power he didn't know was possible. Painful in its intensity, his mind a volley of sensation and mindless cravings, he screamed at her to never stop. Her hands pressed into his ass cheeks, hard, pulling his cock into her throat as deep and as hard as it could go, swallowing every last drop, and sucking and nursing at it for more - unable to get enough. His knees wobbled as the spasms stopped, weak and out of his mind with the aftermath of the sensations, Lizzie realized that he was on the verge of passing out, and quickly stood up to release his bonds. He dropped to the floor beside her, and she dove back down to his groin, unable to stand not having his cock in her mouth for even a moment, gently laving and cleaning his cock and balls off with her tongue, enjoying the sight of his cocks dancing to her whim, and incredibly, never going completely soft. As he caught his breath, he slid his fingers through her hair, smiling slowly as he watched her work on him with exquisite restraint, and espied the pink ribbon lying on the floor. He reached for it slowly, so as to not distract her, and with it in hand, he pulled her up to his head, and kissed her deeply. Caressing her neck, the kiss as passionate as a kiss could be, he slowly slid his hands down to her ass, and rolled her over onto her back, knowing he had her now, unable to wait to put her torturous pink ribbon to use ..... To be continued... Pink Ribbons "Who's the new girl?" Logan gulped back his fifth beer of the night and looked out at the crowd. "Who? The girl in pink?" Drew crossed his arms over his large chest and nodded towards her. "Yeah. Who is she?" Logan grinned. You could always tell when someone was a freshman. They were loud and obnoxious, trying to prove to everyone that they could handle college, or quiet and nervous, scared to death that something bad was going to happen to them. "I think she's in my English class or something. Fuck, I don't know. Do you want to go fuck her or something?" Logan loved teasing his brother. Drew had an insane sex drive and had fucked enough girls in freshman year to know two things. The first was that college girls were just as horny as the guys. The second thing was that fucking too much and studying too little meant having to repeat some easy classes. "Yeah I do. Her hair is amazing. I can just imagine that head of jet black hair in my lap as she sucks my dick." Logan rolled his eyes. In all these years, his brother hadn't changed. "Don't bring her to our dorm room. I have class tomorrow morning and need my sleep." Logan slapped his brother's shoulder and walked off to chat with some friends. Drew finished his drink and then went over to meet the new girl. "I love the ribbons in your hair." Mary Elizabeth jumped a bit as she felt hot breath against her ear. "Oh. Hi." Mary blushed and saw a tall, muscular man smiling at her. This was only her first week on campus and she was nervous about making friends. "You are very cute you know. I'm Drew. I'm in second year engineering." Drew was twirling a strand of her thick black hair between his fingers. "Thanks. I'm Mary Elizabeth, but my friends call me Mary." Mary wanted to pull away as he played with her hair, but was enjoying the attention. "You look like a Beth." Drew ran his other hand down her body and cupped her ass. She was wearing a cute pink dress and the ribbons in her hair matched her dress. He pulled her closer, waiting for her reaction. "You could call me Beth." Mary Elizabeth's mind was racing. She knew when a guy was flirting with her, but this was insane. He was so forward and pushy. She didn't pull away though which made Drew think she wanted more. "Your hair is gorgeous. I love long, dark hair. It's so sexy. We should go back to my room." Drew was over confident. The number of beers and the fact that the last three girls he had fucked had been drunk and willing wasn't helping. "I'd like to stay here please." Mary bit her lip nervously. Drew had stopped twirling her hair and was now running his hands through it. "I want to show you something." Drew kept his hand in her hair, leading her to the back of the bar. His erection was pressed against his jeans. He got so horny when a woman had long dark hair. It was a complete turn on and he needed to fuck her. They stepped into a dark hallway near the bathrooms and Drew pulled Mary in for a kiss. It was a hard kiss. Drew slid his tongue into her mouth as she tried to pull away. "You're so fucking gorgeous. Suck my cock." Drew reached down and unzipped his jeans. He unleashed his cock and stroked it a few times. "I've never done that before." Mary was bewildered. She wasn't acting like herself. She should be saying no. She should be screaming for help. Instead, she was about to suck his cock and the only response she could give him was that she had never done it before. Drew groaned. He pushed her down to her knees and guided his cock into her mouth. Her mouth was wet and hot. He held her hair tightly and moved her mouth back and forth. "Just suck it like a popsicle. Watch your teeth. Suck harder. Now lick the tip like an ice-cream cone." Drew was moaning loudly. This little raven-haired beauty was catching on fast. "Is this O.K.?" Mary was looking up as she sucked Drew's cock. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was embarrassed to check how much. She knew that the moisture from her inner thighs was from her wet hole. "Stop talking and suck me baby." Drew tugged on her hair, twirling it and playing with it. His moans and whimpers were being drowned out by the loud music in the bar. "I want to fuck you. Now." Drew pulled her up by her hair and kissed her. He didn't care that he could taste his precum. It wasn't a bad taste. He wanted to kiss her so he could continue running his hands through her hair. "I'd rather not." Mary squirmed a bit, trying to pretend she wasn't horny. Drew looked at Mary. He tried to figure out what was going on in her head. He was quick to figure it out. "Show me how wet your pussy is then." Drew was still leaning against the wall in the hallway. Mary whimpered and reached under her dress. She felt her slick fluids between her fingers and was desperate to taste. She was about to say something, but Drew made the decision first. He grabbed her and spun her around. He pulled her back with one hand while the other pulled her panties to the side. They were smooth satin and he wondered if they were the same pink color. Drew wrapped his arm around her hips and guided his cock inside her pussy. He moaned when he nudged her panties to the side to push inside her. She was wet and so tight. "God. No. Fuck." Mary was trying to push away, but was wiggling around on his cock. He was thick and long and stretching her tight hole. "Oh fuck you're so tight. I fucking love your black hair." Drew reached up and wrapped his big hands in her hair and tugged. The feeling of her smooth, silky hair on his rough hands was so erotic. "Fuck!" Mary Elizabeth had a violent orgasm. She bucked up and down on his cock. Her eyes glazed over and she was desperately trying to get off him. "I don't want to fuck you." Drew grunted. He knew she was lying. Her pussy juices were all over her inner thighs. She was horny and needed a good fuck. He continued to buck her on his cock and finally exploded in a long hard thrust. "Oh yeah!" Drew nuzzled his face in her hair as he came. Her hair smelled of some expensive conditioner and he was in pure heaven at the moment. "Fuck, I love your hair baby." Mary Elizabeth spun around and fixed her panties. Her face was flush and her lips were red and raw from the rough kissing. She glared at him and turned to leave the bar. Drew's last image of her was her black hair flowing behind her with a thick pink ribbon holding her hair in place.