0 comments/ 23779 views/ 2 favorites Bookstore Treat Ch. 01 By: EclecticPhoenix Melissa smiled to herself, silently rehearsing her plans for the day in her mind. Everything had been arranged ahead of time with a friend of her's, so all she could do now was hope that everything went as planned. She sent a text message out to her boyfriend, telling him where to meet her. The train ride wasn't all that long, but it felt like it was taking forever as it travelled from station to station. She took a cab from the station to her friend's recently opened book store a couple miles away. When she got there, she was greeted with hugs. "So does he know what's happening tonight?" Emma asked, brushing strands of black hair from her face. Melissa only grinned and shook her head. Emma laughed. "Now that's just mean," a male voice echoed from behind a bookshelf. "Like you'd complain!" Emma laughed, pulling a tall man into view. He had a cheesy smile on his face as he shrugged. Melissa couldn't help but laugh. Alex was the latest boyfriend in Emma's life, and Melissa knew that if he was anything like Emma's previous relationships, he was as addicted to sex as Emma herself was. Emma and Alex had gone back to their business shortly before Michael arrived. He had a slightly confused look on his face when he came through the door, a small bell clanging against the glass. "A bookstore?" he asked after pulling Melissa into a warm embrace. "Yes, this is a bookstore. How observant of you," she said with a giggle. "Why?" "You'll see." Melissa took his hand in her's and guided him to the back of the store. She opened a door behind a row of booksheleves, revealing a staircase that led to a hallway on the second floor of the structure. Entering one of the rooms connected to the hallway, she was pleased to see the candles that had been arranged around the room, most likely by Emma. Michael was also smiling when he saw the room. A bed was set up against the back corner, and candles decorated shelves and tables around the room. Melissa closed the door and locked it. She let go of Michael's hand and slid her jacket off, tosing it on top of a chair. Michael's jacket joined it almost immediately. He pulled her into his arms in one swift motion, catching her off balance. "So, while I think I see where this is going, and I like the surroundings, I'm still a bit confused about the whole bookstore part," he said. "Well, this bookstore was opened by a friend of mine recently, and I arranged to borrow the room for the night," she said with a smile. "Ah, I was worried for a moment that you had moved out of the apartment and away from your roommate just so you could live above a bookstore," he joked. Melissa appeared thoughtful for a moment before breaking out into laughter. "Yeah, I am the type that would do something like that, aren't I?" Michael nodded. "Well, that's not the case. I just wanted a night away, have a little adventure," Melissa said. She pushed him back and he fell onto the bed. Melissa smiled. "Consider it a birthday present." Michael tilted his head. "My birthday is months away," he said. "I know. Doesn't mean we can't celebrate it tonight, y'know." Melissa watched the confused look on Michael's face melt away into a more devilish grin. "Now, if you'll reach under the pillow, you'll find a surprise." Michael couldn't stop grinning as he reached under the pillow and pulled out two hand-sized velvet pouches. "Do I dare ask what these are?" "The green one is for me. The black one is for you," Melissa explained, taking the green pouch from his hands. "You don't get to open it until later, though. "Tease!" Michael looked between her and the pouch, his eyes sparkling with curiousity. "What was that? Did you say you wanted to be teased?" Melissa asked with a grin. She set the pouch on the bed and leaned towards Michael, pushing him back until he was laying down. She ran her hands over his knees and up his thighs until her hands were working at his belt buckle. Once it was opened, she moved again, her hands sliding along his stomach, over his chest. She straddled over him, putting a leg on each side of his hips, and leaned forward to kiss him. Her hands continued their adventure, pulling his shirt up until she could feel his warm flesh under her fingers. Michael ran his fingers through her hair as her hands ventured south again, pulling his jeans open. She sat back up again and shimmied her way back down his body, tugging the pants along with her until they were around his ankles. She laughed, pulling at the laces of his boots and removing them before she pulled his pants off completely and freed his hard cock. "Well, don't you think fair is fair?" Michael asked, reaching for the hem of her shirt. "Perhaps," she laughed, smacking his hand away, "but maybe I want to make you wait." Michael moaned as she leaned over and licked the head of his shaft. She reached out for her pouch as she let his cock slide into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She moaned, sending vibrations through his cock. He watch with curiousity as she pulled a short rope from the pouch. He recognized it as one of the ones she had made not too long ago. Tosing the pouch on the bed, she wrapped the rope under his ball sac, the texture of the rope soft against his sensitive flesh. She slide his cock out of her mouth slowly while she pulled the rope up and around the base of his cock, creating a figure eight around his balls and cock. She tied it, teasing the head of his cock with her tongue as she felt it swell. Once his cock was bound in the rope, she sat up again and got off the bed. He watched her as she pulled another set of ropes out of the pouch, these ones slightly thicker and longer than the previous one. Her eyes sparkled with michief as she pulled one of his hands up to the post of the headboard and secured his wrist there with one rope, then repeated the process with his other wrist on the other post. "Now," she said, standing back from the bed, "this is your chance to stop this from happening. Say the word, and I'll untie you." Michael grinned, which was enough of an answer for her. She smiled again, watching his cock twitch and throb in the restraint of the rope. She picked up the pouch again, pulled out a small bottle of oil and tosed the empty pouch on the closest table. Her eyes fixed on Michael's, she reached over to the table beside her and picked up a candle. She dipped her fingers into the melted wax at the top of the pillaw, coating her fingertips. The bed shifted under her as she climbed back on, settling next to Michael's legs. She ran her wax-coated fingertips around the head of his cock and down the length of it. Michael's head fell back against the pillow, gasping quietly in pleasure. The sensation of the smooth, soft surface of the wax contrasted beautifully to the swollen throbbing of his bound cock. He laid back, enjoying the sensation, his eyes fluttering open when a cold liquid was poured over the head of his cock, being smeared by the soft fingertips. He felt a momentary lose when the softness deserted him, then gasped again as he felt her fingers wrap around the base of his cock. She pulled at the rope slightly, reminding him of his position. Stroking slowly, she smeared the oil over his cock. She began to trail her wax-coated fingertips along the underside of his ball sac, occassionally brushing her fingers against his thighs. Satisfied that his cock was completely covered, she leaned forward and let a breath of warm air rush over his sensitive cock. The oil reacted, heating up, sending new sensations through his bound cock. She smiled as she watched it twitch inches away from her lips. She made sure she could feel his warm breath the entire time as she let the head of his cock rub against her lips. Precum dripped from his cock as it throbbed and twitched against her mouth. She ran her tongue under the head of his cock, heating the oil up even more, then proceeded to take the whole head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, then slowly slipped down as close to the base of his cock as she could get. She continued to rub the underside of his cock with her tongue as she began to fuck her mouth with it. Up and down she moved, taking the cock as deep into her mouth as possible, sucking on the head gently every so often before returning to devouring the length of his cock, the sound of the oil smearing between the flesh of his cock and the fullness of her mouth drowning out the sound of Michael's heavy breathing. He could feel it boiling within him, the urgent need to release his load of cum down her throat. He wanted to grab her head and hold it still so he could thrust his cock into her mouth until he spilled his seed, but he couldn't move his hands from the bedposts. He lifted his hips up to her warm, wet mouth, lost in the sensations she was creating between her hips and the velvety soft fingertips brushing along the underside of his ball sac. When she stopped suddenly and began to focus on just the head of his cock, twirling her tongue around it and sucking on it, he felt the familar sensation of his nuts about to unload. What he experienced after that, though, was unlike any orgasm he had felt before. While his cock was throbbing in reaction, he felt the rope tighten around his balls, his release denied. He moaned, thrusting his hips up to her mouth. She smiled and sat up, wiping away some of the oil from her lips. "What's the matter, pet?" "That... wasn't... fair..." he managed to say, trying to will the sensations in his cock to subside long enough so he could think straight. Melissa leaned over him, untying his hands from the bedposts. As soon as both of his hands were free, he reached for her, but she pushed herself out of his reach. "Now, did I say you could touch?" she asked him sternly. She took his hands and helped him sit up and move to the edge of the bed. She kneeled down on the floor infront of him, and brought his hand to his cock, lacing his fingers around the shaft. When he started to stroke it, she stopped him. "Do not start stroking until I have untied the rope," she told him. Her fingers pulled at the knot under his balls, tightening the rope a little more. He moaned, his cock throbbing in his hand, ready to explode. He watched her as she wrapped her lips around his cock again, sucking it now with a passion. Her mouth moved quickly over the glistening flesh, and he felt his balls tighten. She heard his breathing quicken and yanked at the knot, unleashing his cock from the rope. She pulled back and watched as his hand began to move immediately, stroking his cock with a determined pace. Within seconds, he was spraying his cum on her. It lands on her face and across her lips. She opened her mouth for him, and he pushed himself forward, coaxing more cum from his cock with long strokes, his eyes glued to her face as he watched his cum drip into her waiting mouth, onto her wet tongue. He continued pumping, more cum shooting out from his cock onto her face and into her mouth. By the time he was done unloading his cum onto Melissa, his entire body was shaking. He fell back onto the bed with a satisfied moan. Melissa licked her lips, grabbing a towel she had asked Emma to stash under the bed for just such a reason. She cleaned herself off, then climbed back onto the bed to clean Michael. Michael waited until his breathing was back to normal before reaching across the bed and grabbing the black velvet pouch. "So what's in this?" "Open it and find out," Melissa said quietly, laying down next to him and wrapping her arm over his stomach. He pulled the small ropes and opened the pouch, letting its contents spill out into his palm. All that came out, though, was a small remote. "I'm a little confused," Michael admitted, turning the remote over in his hand. "There's three cameras in this room, all recording. Hit stop," she instructed. He located the stop button on the remote and pressed it. "Everything that just happened was recorded?" Melissa nodded against his chest. "Emma will give me the only copies when we leave here tomorrow," she told him. Michael grinned, slipping the remote back into the pouch and setting it on the table beside them. Bookstore Treat Ch. 02 Michael leaned back in his chair while he waited for the video file to finish transferring from Melissa's e-mail. From what she said, this was one of the three videos that she had recorded during their recent trip to her friend's new bookstore. He was impatient to see it, curious to see all the details he had missed during the time he had his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations she had been creating. When he opened the file, he saw an empty bed with freshly made sheets smoothed over it. The door opened and he watched himself get led into the room by Melissa. The video clip ran for nearly an hour, and watching it had made Michael as hard as ever. He rubbed his cock through his pants, watching Melissa go to town on his rope-bound cock. By the time he got to the scene of him cumming on her, his cock was out in his hand and he was stroking it violently. Within moments of the scene on the screen completing, his cum sprayed out and landed on the desk in front of him. He grabbed a towel and began to clean the mess. As he was wiping the last of it away, he looked back up at the screen and realized something. Judging by the view of this video, the camera must have been right next to them on the bed. He didn't recall seeing a camera set up, though. He did remember, however, that there was a small mirror hung on the wall besides the bed. Decided to investigate his new hunch, he grabbed his jacket and headed out to the bookstore. Tom was there, but having never met before, they did not recognize each other. Tom didn't pay much attention to Michael as he walked around the book cases towards the back of the store. The door was unlocked, so Michael made his way quietly up the stairs and to the room they had been in. He closed the door behind him, locking it just in case anyone else came upstairs. There was the small mirror, right by the side of the bed. He leaned over the bed and lifted the mirror away from the wall enough to peek behind it. What he saw surprised him. Instead of seeing a camera fixture hidden behind the mirror, which he could easily tell was a one-way, he saw light pouring through a hole about four inches wide. He turned the lights off in the room before removing the mirror from the wall completely. Looking through the hole, he couldn't see much in the other room at all. The source of light was actually a candle that was resting directly in front of the hole, effectively blocking the rest of the room from his sight. He jumped away from the peep hole when he heard a noise in the next room over. Two voices spoke quietly between themselves, almost in whispers. "Lay down on the bed, sweet Emma," he heard a man's voice speak a little louder. A woman's giggle, presumably Emma's, followed. The light was moved away from the hole, leaving Michael in the dark completely. He looked around, then leaned over and looked through the hole again. There were a couple candles lit across the room, and one lit off to the side of the hole where he could not see it. It did not illuminate enough to allow the two in the other room to see him watching. He watched the guy turn the woman around and bend her over the back of a chair. His hand disappeared between her ample legs, and her moan told Michael that this man hand buried at least one finger into her cunt. Michael continued to watch them play, his own hand unconsciously rubbing his rapidly hardening cock through his pants for the second time that day. After a while, the man had succeeded in giving the woman an orgasm, her knees weak as he lifted her up from the chair and guided her to the bed. Soon, they were right in front of him, and he had a perfect view of Emma's round ass as she laid on her stomach. The man straddled his legs over hers, his cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. Michael pulled his belt open and unzipped his pants, pushing them down far enough to allow his raging hard-on to spring free. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began stroking it. He watched as the man lifted her legs until she was on her knees, then pushed his cock slowly into her. The way he had arranged her legs gave Michael quite a view as the man's thick cock slowly disappeared into the folds of Emma's dripping wet cunt. He could hear Emma sighing and moaning as she rocked her hips to meet with the man's thrusts. He was treated to an equally pleasing sight when they changed positions, the man taking her place on the bed. She straddled over him and held his cock in her hand, guiding him into her cunt again. She seemed to turn towards the wall, riding him sideways. When she leaned over, he realized he had been set up. "Give me your cock," he heard her whisper. He looked down at his cock, the inflamed flesh throbbing in his hand. He decided that there was turning back now, and arranged himself so he was kneeling on the bed, facing the wall with his cock level to the hole. He pushed his hips forward and was greeted by a warm tongue. She began to suck his cock, taking it completely into her mouth. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying this unexpected blowjob. He was so caught up in the feeling he didn't notice them moving around on the other side of the wall. All he could concentrate on was the warm mouth wrapped around his cock. He jumped in surprise when he felt a second tongue against the head of his cock. The two tongues danced around each other, licking every area of the mushroom head. He couldn't decide if he wanted to pull his cock away from what he knew was a man's mouth, or if he wanted to stay right where he was and enjoy it. He chose to stay when he felt one mouth wrap around the head of his cock while the other began to lick up and down the exposed shaft, leaving saliva glistening in the candle light. Together the two of them brought him to the edge, and he was soon pushing his hips as hard as he could into the wall, thrusting his cock into their mouths. He felt a hand wrap around the base of his cock and begin stroking him. The two of them seemed to move, then he felt hot flesh pressed up against his cock. He realized that it was the other man's cock pressed up against his, his cock throbbed and his balls tightened. He began unloading his cum onto the other man's cock, rubbing against it as the man rubbed his hands over both of the cocks together, smearing the cum around. Michael pushed himself away from the wall and looked through the hole in time to watch Emma take the man's cock into her mouth again, cleaning all of Michael's cum from the thick shaft. Soon the man pulled away from her grasp and began stroking his cock as Michael had been doing earlier. Stream after stream of cum shot out from his cock and coated Emma's face and breasts. Some of his cum landed in her hair, and on her shoulders. With an obviously satisfied smile on her face, Emma approached the hole. "Thank you, Michael," she whispered. Michael looked down at the source of her voice, surprised. "How... do I know you?" Michael asked, worried now about what had happened. "No, but we know Melissa. She told Emma that you might come here after she showed you the right video. She knew you would realize where the camera was hidden and want to investigate," the man said. Michael thought about this. His suspicions of being set up had just been confirmed. "I think this deserves a little payback," he mumbled to himself. He grinned, listening to the sounds of the couple in the next room getting dressed again and leaving the room, and began to plot his revenge against Melissa.