0 comments/ 51468 views/ 0 favorites Love Is Blind By: carieta I could visualise the crumpled bed sheets showing signs of the previous client; screwed up tissues and discarded condom wrappers lying on the floor. I ran my fingers over the satin sheets, imagining the raw sexual emotions that had come together, within. Smoke, from the numerous cigarette butts in the ashtray, still hung in the air and hidden behind it, there was yet another scent. I knew it well as I had smelt it so often before. Even though the natural smells of the aroused woman were subtle, I was still able to separate the two. I bent closer to the bed to catch the remaining beads of sexual fragrance. Closing my eyes, the fine hairs in my nostrils captured the fine particles of moisture. As a masseuse, I came close to many men and women and I would often use my knowledge to stimulate the erogenous zones subtlety, so releasing the natural aroma of sex. I would lose myself in the heady smell, as my hands would continue to work on the softest of skins and tenseness of muscles. Many times, I yearned to use my lips and tongue but had to resist the temptation. My sexual and emotional needs were suffocating me. In short, they were controlling my life and to try to relieve those frustrations I resorted to masturbating several times a day. Very often, I would leave work, hot and horny as hell. At home, my fingers would then be a substitute for the loving touch of a velvet tongue, licking and probing at my pussy. As I rubbed at my engorged clit, I became lost as my mind created visions of a sensuous woman with a perfect figure. Her face pixilated out like people on the T.V, who did not wish to be identified. I would be so highly aroused that it did not take long before I toppled over the edge, moaning as the eventual build up of tension finally dispersed. ~oOo~ A sudden draft of cold air brought me back to the present. The sound of a toilet flushing sounded faintly from down the hall and, then, high-pitched squeals of laughter. I became aware of a slight change in the air and very slowly, I turned my head towards where I instinctively knew there now stood someone or something. Although I could not see, I did notice the charge of electricity that caused the fine hairs on my arms to stand on end. I had never felt such a strong reaction to anything or anyone. The feelings intensified when a voice broke the silence. "What can I do for you?" The tone was far from friendly despite being feminine. I heard a movement and a click and I guessed that she had moved inside the room, shutting out the noise from the corridor, as she did so. All of a sudden I felt afraid, but of what I did not know. Here I stood, alone and vulnerable in a room of unfamiliarity, and the power of my feelings, some of which, I could not understand. It made for a cocktail of lethal emotions. I could not be sure if she knew that I was unable to see her. I strained to catch the slightest of sounds; the softest of breaths, the lightest of footfalls but there was nothing but her scent. Through this alone, I could build up a unique picture of her in my mind of which I would always remember. Standing there, I experienced a sexual thrill that I had never been able to produce with imagination. I did not feel afraid of the delectable form before me but of the unknown. It was the thought of what may happen in the next few minutes. Although I felt somewhat turned on by this woman, it was obvious that she was not too happy to see me there in her room. I longed to be on my way back to the sanctuary of my flat, to settle on my single bed, under the duvet with my thoughts and middle finger for company. I moved closer to where I knew the door lay, my heart beating fast. I hoped that this woman’s sense of smell did not surpass my own. To me, the air dripped with the scent of passion and fear. I was startled by a rough hand in my hair, forcing my head back. I could feel a soft warm breath on my cheek as she moved her lips just millimetres from my own. Through the strength of her grip, I knew that her anger had been taken place by passion and desire. Whilst she teased me with her lips, her other hand came to rest just below my breast. My nipples hardened with expectation of her touch and I almost thrust myself further into her grasp. What was I doing? It was only a minute ago I had been scared and quite rightly so! I was at the mercy of a strange but strong woman. Would she treat me well, or did she not care for my well being, only seeking gratification for her self? I knew only that she worked as a prostitute, pleasuring men to earn money. Her job was a risky one, placing her self in danger several times every day. Maybe she felt she needed to vent some of her emotions out and I was a prime target for this purpose. I was by no means weak although I was disabled. I had learned several ways in which I could defend myself if needs be. She was not aware of this and maybe saw me as someone she could dominate. Against my ear, she whispered, “I won’t hurt you. I like to play rough but you have nothing to fear. If you wish me to stop, just say so now.” I thought about it, for what seemed like a long time, but it could only have been a few seconds. I chose to stay and find out exactly what she had in mind. Already my juices were flowing, and were running down the inside of my thighs. This would be my first experience with a woman and I did not intend to let the opportunity go. Her lips came down on mine and firmly forced my lips apart. I was not expecting the soft, silkiness of her tongue against mine. For me, the kiss did not last long enough. I had my first taste of a woman’s mouth and I desperately needed more. By this time, her hand had found one of my breasts and was caressing it with the same degree of firmness that her tongue had with mine. Her hand in my hair had slackened its grip but she still held me tight enough so I could not move. Strangely, I had no desire to touch her; I wanted to experience it all from her. Somehow, she managed to manoeuvre me away from the door towards, what I soon discovered, was the bed. The edge of its frame hit me on the back of the knees, forcing my legs to collapse under me. I fell backwards onto the soft mattress and the silky-feeling sheets I had touched minutes ago. Her body fell on top of mine, almost covering me from top to toe. She supported her weight on her elbows as she continued to cover my lips and face with kisses. I yearned for her tongue to enter my mouth again, but she teased me, endlessly. My heart rate had increased dramatically and I was sure it would burst from its protective shield. Her lips moved down my body, and she removed my clothing with her fingers as she went. Her lips felt cool on my body. The fire inside of me had reached the surface and was seeping through my open pores. Her touch had stoked feelings that had been lying dormant for so long. I cannot remember exactly how many times I had dreamt of this moment. It made me determined to exchange my dreams for reality. I had missed so much, I could almost cry for those lost hours and days. Her mouth found the sweet nectar between my thighs and I arched my back to greet her. Every so often, she would moan gently in appreciation of my sexuality and I would echo with my own groans. She gave me a ride I would never forget, as her tongue lashed my pussy mercifully. The bed soon became wet with my juices and her saliva. I was consciously aware that to her, I was only another punter but to me, she was my first, someone I would never forget. Her body and her touch would be stored away in the deepest of my subconscious, and I would then draw on this experience regularly to quell my desires. As soon as I had come, my muscles contracting violently as my body demanded oxygen, she drew away. Her time with me had ended, but my mind and body were still alive from my experience. My memories of this special time would be with me for a long time after, fresh and exciting as it had been at the time. From now on, I will be grateful for my loss of sight. My whole life is attuned more to a woman’s sexuality because of the fact I cannot see. The smell, touch and taste of her. “It’s time for you to leave now. I have work to do, but I am still curious as to why you were in my room.” Following the direction of her voice, I made my way to the open door. She stood, waiting for me to leave. As I left, I smiled at her. How could I explain the real reason why I was there? That, I came looking for her. A client of mine had mentioned her to me in casual conversation and I had become intrigued. She sounded perfect for my first time with a woman and I needed her to treat me in the way that I had always fantasised. After all, she was the woman of my dreams. Love is Blind Sarah awoke to the warmth of the morning sun on her dozing face, bright enough for her to know it was daylight. This was one of those mornings Sarah especially liked. There was nothing she needed to do and no appointment she had to keep. She could rest in bed for just as long as she liked. Or not just rest. She could hear Lee breathing beside her, soft and steady as he slept on his back, face upward. Sarah smiled. It would take so little for her to arouse Lee's attention and for the two of them to enjoy each other's bodies. To rub her sweaty torso against Lee's. To feel his teeth nibble her clitoris. To be bathed by his tongue. For the moment, Sarah lay still, letting her erotic thoughts tingle through the nerves of her body, down her legs and around her crotch. She slept naked as always, the better to luxuriate in the sheets over her body, but also to enjoy the proximity of Lee's body beside her, even if he was normally so motionless and rigid. Particularly from the waist down. But the tingle of erotic excitement wasn't all she was aware of. Her bladder was straining from the need for a piss. That bottle of wine Sarah and Lee had shared last night while listening to the radio play, the two of them wrapped around each other on the sofa, Lee stretched out, his legs stiff and straight, and Sarah entwined around him, burying her nose into the folds of his shirt. And while they were together, enjoying the pleasure of intimate companionship, Petra, her dog, was close at hand, steadfast and reliable, looking out for both of them. Sarah raised an arm, pulled the duvet off her bosom, relishing the relative chill of the air after the fetid heat under the down-filled cotton, and nonchalantly swung her legs around, so her feet could touch the ground. And then she paused on the edge of the mattress, her arms supporting her weight, the soles of her feet savouring the pile of the rug, the wool tangling in her toes. And then, silently, hoping to disturb neither Lee nor Petra, who was probably dozing in his basket in the hallway, his muzzle buried between his legs and groin, she pushed herself up to her full height and stood upright by the side of the bed. A trail of sheet and duvet slid down behind her onto the mattress. Then, carefully, guiding herself with outstretched arms, and remembering exactly where the edge of the rug met the cool pine floorboards, she slowly made her way across the bedroom, each step counted, until she knew she was at the en suite bathroom. And then, feeling the even cooler linoleum under her bare feet, she measured her steps towards the lavatory. She raised the toilet seat, turned about and plumped her bare buttocks onto the plastic rim. Although the rush of urine and the relaxation of having successfully relieved herself was all that was needed, Sarah liked to sit on the loo just a little longer, rather relishing the comfort of sitting there and letting her body decide whether she also needed a crap. And as she sat there, her thoughts wandered back to Lee. It wasn't as easy for him to go to the toilet as it was for her. Lee and Sarah had been married just over a year now. Sarah relished the memory of the wedding, although there had been the inevitable awkward moments. Particularly as the best man had to push Lee's wheelchair and Sarah's father had to walk so very slowly to guide his daughter step by step along the aisle. And there was some difficulty in engineering the meeting of lips when Lee was told he could kiss the bride, assisted by the best man who bent Sarah down into the right position. But it was an occasion Sarah would always remember fondly. As she did now, while soaking up the dampness on her crotch with toilet paper. It was a love they said could never last. Well, no one was cruel enough to actually say it to either Lee or Sarah. But it was one of those fairy-tale romances that many people just didn't believe could happen. It had been a tale of impossible romance from the first moment she bumped into Lee. In fact, it was in a very literal sense that she bumped into him. His wheelchair was a most unexpected obstacle in the clinic where she had gone for one of her regular check-ups. Petra had not given unambiguous enough directions. Sarah fell on top of Lee, her head landing on his and her steadying hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right?" he asked kindly. It was probably his voice she first fell in love with. Quietly spoken. Reserved. Kind and considerate. And this conversation led to their first date. That was an achievement in itself. Neither she nor Lee could go on a date without the assistance of other people. But Sarah's sister agreed to accompany her to the town-centre pub chosen more for its wheelchair access than for the quality of its beer or the pleasantness of its ambience, where Lee was waiting with a friend who insisted on smoking and was rather unsubtle in his pursuit of Sarah's already married sister. Sarah eased herself off the toilet seat, taking full advantage of the strength of the metal bar placed there more for Lee's benefit than her own, and followed the trail of the wall tiles to the sink where she washed her hands, face and bosom with the warm, soapy water. Lee hadn't been the first man in Sarah's life. That distinction was held by Tom, the young guy from the kennels who brought Petra round when it was necessary to put faithful old Shep to pasture. He was a thin lad and very nervous. Petra was still very much in thrall of him, still taking every opportunity to burrow his muzzle into the crotch of his jeans. Of course, nowadays it was Sarah's crotch that mostly had that honour, something that gave her a guilty twinge of pleasure she didn't really like to think about too deeply. But dogs do that. Perhaps because it's quite warm there. And not just warm as Sarah established as she put her hand on Petra's muzzle and felt the unmistakable contours of Tom's groin. Curious, she rested her palm flat on the length of it, surprised by the thickness of the fleshy member under the tight denim. And she was sure the warmth it emanated wasn't just that left by Petra's muzzle. "What are you doing?" gasped Tom, as Sarah's hand squeezed and stroked his hidden penis. "Sshh!" remarked Sarah, her face upward and her broad smile directed in the approximate direction of his voice. "What? Bloody hell! Those are my flies! What are you doing? I've got a girlfriend, you know. It's not right!" "This says it is," Sarah said softly, as she eased out a penis that was growing ever larger and thicker. It slumped out of his unzipped jeans and the slit of his cotton boxer shorts. Sarah had no idea what she should do with an erect penis now she had one in her hands. She loved the feel of it: throbbing, warm, twitching, and, above all, veiny. She'd never imagined that the veins on a penis would stand out in such absolute relief. This was a feature that none of those Braille or audio books had mentioned in very much detail. However, she knew that a girl was supposed to do something with a penis, and she was curious to know what semen might feel or even taste like. She'd always imagined it would be a bit like the juices she'd sometimes loosened up in her vagina, but already she could tell that a man's genitals smelt distinctly different to those of a woman. After all these years, Sarah could still remember all the licks of her tongue and her tentative attempts to get some of that strangely hooded and wholly unveined glans into her mouth, over her tongue and perhaps, as she'd once read, toward the back of her mouth. In later encounters with Tom, Sarah was much less clumsy, prolonging the time of his erection beyond the less than a minute it remained stiff on this first occasion before splattering onto her chin and cheek, a surprisingly warm and oozingly erotic sensation, quite unlike whatever she'd expected. Particularly since she had no informed idea of when it would happen. Of course Sarah got to know Tom much better after this, although perhaps not as often as she'd like. Although Tom said with some sadness that he enjoyed sex more frequently, more reliably, and, even, more satisfactorily than he did with his girlfriend, Mandy, he also said he wasn't going to abandon her for a girl with whom he knew it just wasn't going to work. As he stated, the extent of his skills in community care only went as far as dogs, which he was properly qualified to handle and train. His qualifications didn't extend to the owners of the dogs. And anyway he'd already proposed to Mandy. Sarah sometimes wondered what Mandy might have thought to see her fiancé fucking her so vigorously and punctually, usually within only five or ten minutes of her opening the door to the flat where she lived at the time and the two hurriedly dispensing with the business that provided the excuse for his visit. But as she lay beside Tom's heaving body, his chest rising and falling after his exertions, his salty sweat streaming off his limbs and soaking into the sheets, mingling with the puddles of warm perspiration she had also shed, Sarah knew that this was a relationship doomed. And soon, of course, it petered out. Tom's visits became fewer and fewer. And then he ceased to visit at all. At first, Sarah felt bitter. Masturbation was really no substitute, although she had managed to acquire some vibrators through a friend that did at least alleviate the itch that Tom had awoken in her. She missed the hot sweaty passion. She missed the thrill of a man's stiff penis slide into her always creamy and welcoming vagina. And most of all, she just missed having the pleasure of nestling her ears and cheeks on a man's naked body. Sarah soaped up the long tangled hairs of her crotch that spread so high up toward her navel. She was slim and had been told many times how beautiful she was. But of course she had no way of knowing what people meant by this. What she found attractive in people were very often the very curves, contours, folds and features she was told made a person ugly. Smoothness for her often equated to blandness. Though Sarah didn't really like the sensation of rough warts or psoriasis. She made her way out of the bathroom and toward Lee's side of the bed. She had no way of knowing whether he was awake or not, apart from listening to the steady rhythm of his breath, but Lee, knowing this, was the one who addressed her. "Sarah! You're so beautiful!" he gasped. "I would hate if you ever wore pyjamas or a nightgown. Why hide your beauty?" Sarah smiled. She crouched by the bedside and kissed Lee's proffered face, placing her lips on what she judged to be his forehead. Then following the line of his nose and cheek, she steered her tongue and lips toward his mouth. And next, without a word, the two grappled their tongues and mouths together in the same passion that gripped the two of them on their first parting kiss, on that first date, while Lee's friend was spending rather too long in trying to persuade Sarah's sister that this evening signified the start of a relationship between the two of them. However, it was Sarah and Lee who were to stick together. Sarah's sister insisted only on accompanying Sarah if Lee's friend didn't come, which, as Lee couldn't very well go to a pub unaccompanied, meant that the couple were obliged to meet at Lee's family home that he shared with his mother and teenage sister. Sarah crawled onto the bed, her lips still on Lee's, and then swivelled about, reluctantly disengaging her lips, bringing her knees up beside Lee's ears, her arms outstretched to support her weight on the wall ahead of her and her hairy pudenda above his face. "Sarah! I've only just woken up!" Lee protested. "Oh! Come on!" Sarah laughed. "I scrubbed it clean specially!" "Oh okay! If you made all that effort!" "You know how much I love your tongue!" Lee didn't answer, but Sarah knew from the moist, sticky, slobbering, energetic caressing below just why he was not at this moment able to say anything. Well, anything other than muffled grunts or groans. And these grunts and groans were soon to be echoed and amplified by Sarah's own. She was sure that no one, nowhere, had raised the art of cunnilingus to such a high level as darling Lee. So what if he couldn't walk! So what if it took about half an hour every morning for him to get out of bed! And nearly as long at night to get back in again. So what, as long as he had a tongue that could lick up and down, teeth that nibbled her clitoris and inner lips, a tongue that vigorously slobbered inside the very walls of her vagina, mixing her own juices with gobbets of his saliva! So what! Tom's tongue had never been as good as this. In fact, he'd never once tried. For all the many times Sarah had taken his penis into her mouth, sometimes quite a long way back into her throat, and for all the times he had accidentally released his semen on her face or breasts rather than inside her, he never once reciprocated by putting his tongue to her vagina. Malcolm was different in that regard. Although nowhere near as capable or imaginative as Lee. But Malcolm almost worshipped Sarah too much, although like Tom he insisted that this wasn't a relationship that should last. This wasn't because, as in Tom's case, there was a fiancée involved, but rather because he was old. "I'm old enough to be your grandfather!" he once stated. "Nonsense!" replied Sarah, squeezing his flaccid penis. Of course, Malcolm was right. Although only if both he and his putative child had become parents in their teens. He was always saying that if Sarah could see him, an old man less than ten years from retirement, she would never contemplate having sex with him. In truth, Sarah had no trouble about his age. However, the leatheriness of his skin and those wrinkles on his neck were a great contrast to Tom, who was younger than Sarah. Malcolm had met Sarah on the staircase to her flat, and helped her up the stairs with her groceries, while Petra trotted obediently behind. "They shouldn't have allocated you a flat on the third floor," he remarked. "I don't see why not," wondered Sarah. "It's not as if I'm wheelchair-bound!" Which comment, of course, would now be fairly ironic, as Lee and she now lived in a house with no upstairs. And that was because Lee was wheelchair-bound. But his tongue was certainly not disabled. In fact, the euphemism of 'differently abled' made perfect sense with regards to a tongue of such muscularity and flexibility. Malcolm's tongue, though applied with as much sincerity of purpose and desire as Lee's, was really no match. It was Sarah who seduced Malcolm. Well, he was a nice guy. She liked the sound of his voice, softly spoken and polite. He had been a bachelor all his life and Sarah couldn't understand why. Two or three girlfriends who had never got beyond a few months of dating. Couldn't they see what a catch he was? "If you could see me, you'd know why," said Malcolm sadly. "I'm no film star to look at!" Sarah had no idea what film stars looked like, or indeed what anyone looked like, but as she ran her fingers over Malcolm's face, she could feel nothing that would have persuaded her that he was any less physically attractive than any other man whose face she had so explored. And his penis was better than average, assuming that Tom's had been average (and of course this was the limit to her sample population). But eventually Malcolm decided that his visits to Sarah's flat were becoming too much for him. He announced one evening, when the two had slumped apart after what seemed like rather more passionate lovemaking than usual, that he had registered with a computer dating service. "What about me?" sniffed Sarah petulantly. She'd got to rather look forward to her sex sessions with Malcolm. "That's the problem," Malcolm confessed. "It's just not right for the two of us! I need to find a lady of my own age. It's only right. I'm sure a beautiful girl like you should have no difficulty in finding someone else!" That word again. Beautiful. Like pretty, adorable, sexy and attractive. What use were all these attributes, and she had no doubt they were true having heard them repeated so many times, when she had no way of appreciating them? And what use were such qualities if it was so difficult, sometimes impossible, to do what all the other girls could do, with no complications and without the need of assistance, in meeting, attracting and then making love with men? But now she had Lee. The man in her life. A man who gave her the sexual passion that she needed and desired. The man whom she loved so very much. "Oh Lee!" she gasped, sensing that his tongue was tiring. "I need something more inside me. Something hard and stiff. Something that will properly bring me off." "Of course, Sarah," he agreed with a chuckle. "Assume the position." Sarah bent backwards, pushing the sheets off Lee's naked body, so that they fell to the floor. She lay on top of hot bare skin, hair tangling on the chest and over the useless, slightly atrophied legs, a thick patch around his crotch. But as Sarah knew, what was meant by something stiff and hard was one of the dildos or vibrators that Lee kept on the bedside cabinet. Not that Sarah cared. She was in love. Nothing else mattered. And the end result was the same. At first it had been a sore disappointment, the first and almost the most severe fracture in their relationship, when she discovered that Lee was not to be quite the lover she had so long desired and was in one key regard not quite in the same class as either Tom or Malcolm. She lay on her back, her arse on Lee's stomach, and her back over the patch of pubic hair, while Lee guided a particularly well-charged vibrator into her eagerly anticipating vagina. Beneath her was the source of her disappointment, something about which even now she sometimes felt a twinge of bitterness. The accident that had deprived Lee of the use of his legs had also paralysed the one organ she had been most desirous of knowing intimately. Sarah shrugged. She was too much in love with Lee to let a little thing like that get in the way! Love Is Blind There was a word to describe what he was doing to her, and it was not a pleasant word. She was complicit and that made it endlessly complicated and perfectly simple at the same time. She never said 'no'; she never said 'yes'. She wanted him to talk to her, to tell her that it was okay. They were in this together. They pretended to be anonymous, but really they weren't. The two of them were partners in crime, and it was strangely soothing: He could be incredibly tender in the way he brushed her hair from her forehead and then incredibly overt in the way he parted her lips. You found me, some part of her wanted to say. I want you to keep me just like this, or any other way... After all of the subterfuge and secrecy, at last she knew who he was – maybe. And that made it wonderful – maybe. He gently placed his hand right there. He felt the heat through the fabric of her panties. He moved the flimsy material aside. His fingers played for a moment with her delicate parts before pushing inside. To her embarrassment, he slipped in effortlessly. She responded: there was a distinct "mmmm," that somehow escaped her lips. He pushed her underwear – the last item of clothing on her body - down her legs, around her ankles, and off her feet, where they briefly caught on her high heels. Aside from those shoes, she was now completely bare. That was what gave the game away. Her soaking panties, the way his fingers slipped in perfectly, the unconscious sigh of pleasure that she gave as he touched her there; it was obvious. Her body was telling him everything. She wanted it. She loved it. Despite her best efforts to hide from him, she was overcome by all of it. There was no denying the situation now. The mysterious note; the hotel room; the blindfold; the ties around her wrists; the forced stripping; the high heels he put on her feet; the way he bent her body to his wishes; the admonishments to not talk and just let it happen. What he did with her simply sent her over the edge. She was mortified by the ease of it; confused by the immediacy of it. Yesterday, she was Jane-average, with only a few moments in her past to suggest the sex-kitten that today was soaking wet and waiting on the bed of a hotel room. The most shocking sex story she could tell happened more than five years ago and only hinted at the lion that lived in her closet. Suddenly, her cravings were out in the open and it didn't take months or weeks for them to be revealed. There were no long evenings spent talking with some man filling the role of Mr. Wonderful. There were no tentative sleepovers as they approached a truly wild night, no dinners by candlelight, no phone conversations until the early hours of the morning, no looking into his eyes and he into hers. It wasn't romantic; in fact it was verging on lonely. The seduction she craved was nowhere to be found. It happened off-stage when he wrote that note, and later when she read it and made up her mind to do something crazy and a little stupid. He caught her just right, in a pointless gesture to a world that didn't care one way or the other what she did or said - the rest came easy. If only he would let his guard down as well... then maybe this twisted and conflicted feeling could turn into something else. She was completely exposed; she looked for a sign that he would reveal himself as well. Her body was naked. Her hands bound behind her back. A blindfold over her eyes meant he could look at her all he wanted without having to meet an accusing stare. The high heels were kinky sex-shoes that turned her legs into erotic objects and her whole person into a lusty goddess. Maybe he would speak, show his face – anything. His gamble – and it was huge one – had paid off. Her body confessed her urges. How could he know that she would fall this easily? For the last hour or more, she had fought with herself. As he lay down beside her, completely spent, she felt his naked body pressed against hers. His breath tickled the back of her neck, his scent made her woozy with anticipation, and his heavy muscled arm draped over her middle. Her mind told her to push away and make it clear that it was wrong – so wrong – what he was doing to her, but then another voice spoke to her, and she lay transfixed in an awkward pose. Neither able to give in to him nor reject him, she lay there with him wanting an answer, and feeling like a fool for not going one way or the other. If only her body had not betrayed her, she thought. If only she could just turn it off and pretend it didn't do something to her to be taken and needed and lusted over so completely. Because that was what she saw in him – despite the blindfold covering her eyes: a man who was absolutely crazy for her. He was insatiable. He filled her mouth with an urgency that was unknown to her. He let go of all his inhibitions and moaned and thrusted and gave into every animal instinct he had, and once it happened - with a great sigh of relief and ecstasy - it only took minutes before he was back and needing her again. While she lay there beside him, feeling his chest rising and falling with each breath as he recovered, she tried to gather the courage to ask that simple question: who are you? Her mind circled the possibilities; she knew plenty of men through work, through life - as both acquaintances and friends. She felt sure that she must know him, and he must know her. It wasn't random. The way he touched her and needed her to touch him felt both passionate and recognizable. Not familiar exactly, as no man had ever asked – or demanded – so much of her before, nor had anyone ever been so completely enraptured by her. Logic said that it wasn't necessarily her, it was the act, the sensations, the pleasure that she – or any number of other women – could provide. But she doubted that judgment. There was a touch of vanity about it: When the arguing voices quieted, she felt it was all about her... and what she did to him. She collected all the facts that she could about him. She measured his height as best she could as he lay pressed against her. He was tall. His head was above hers, and his feet below. There was hair on his chest, and it rubbed against her bare skin. He was broad shouldered. She felt like he was encircling her with his arms and chest. There was the tone of the note he sent; the location of the hotel. It all added up to one person. But then her mind ran back to other facts. He was using her. Taking compete control of her. It was all about him as well, and what her mouth was doing to him. And then he stirred a little, as if he could read her mind. With his head so close to hers, she half-wondered if her thoughts somehow escaped into his. He kissed the back of her neck, he brought her hair around and bunched it up in his hand and left a hint of warmth when his mouth traced down her back. His other hand moved from her stomach to her breasts and squeezed and caressed, as if reminding her that it was about her whole body, not just her mouth. She knew she was responding; she could always pretend rejection or acceptance, but never indifference. The voice that told her to push away – you're a good girl, and good girls don't do this – went silent as his hands hungrily kneaded and teased her nipples. He obsessed her tits, and she loved it. Against her back she felt his cock begin to stiffen and push strongly; she knew what would happen next, as it had happened before... and before that. He left her side and came around to her front. Silently, as if motivated by some subliminal cue, she opened her mouth and came closer to him. She imagined him looking at her, seeing her answer, and watching as his gambit played out again. Yes, she thought, I'm your little blow job princess. But this time it was different. He undid the tie around her wrists, and her arms broke free. In an instant she could choose to lift the blindfold from her eyes. The thought passed; that would violate - something. Before she could acclimate, he took hold of her shoulders and pressed her flat on the bed. This was a change; her face was up this time. His hands found her naked thighs, and with a sure movement he lifted and spread her legs. She resisted with a tacit doubt; what was he going to do? And then with a sigh, she gave in, knowing they shared a kind of trust. She felt him move just on top of her, his knees on either side of her head. It was this now. Oh, god. Just above her mouth, his cock was waiting for her. As if teasing her, and without warning, he lowered his head to bring his lips to her skin and kissed the inside of her legs. A hand stroked and caressed her calf and then ran down to her ankle, where he felt her foot and one of the high heels. She followed his progress, and imagined his fingers running over the length of her shoes and then finding her toes, perfectly fitting and showing out the end. A flash of recognition went through her mind. He knew her shoe size. Either that, or he was extremely lucky in his guess, which seemed impossible. No matter, it was more confirmation – I know who you are - and she wanted to say his name to let him know some part of their balance had shifted. He wasn't anonymous. And with that she raised her hands to his hips and pulled him down towards her mouth. The moment her lips met him and welcomed him into her mouth, she heard that same sigh of pleasure and love she had heard all night. There was no doubt in her mind: he loved what she did to him. It was about the act, but it was also about her. No other girl could ever be here, doing this, bringing in those waves of pleasure that made him push into her and ask that she take him - just like this - for as long as they could last together. In answer, his mouth climbed the inside of her thigh and then with complete abandon found her again, right there. It was not his finger that played with her this time; it was his tongue and his lips. He licked and teased and then seemed overwhelmed and simply planted his mouth on her, as if he wanted all of her at once and couldn't resist any longer. She felt the response, she seemed a passenger in her own body, and suddenly the primal instincts took over. Her hips rose to meet his mouth, the heat flooded, and her legs parted more. He craved to taste her, to lick and kiss and suck and gently pull at her folds with his mouth. It was her pussy, and he wanted her in the most intimate way he could experience. She pulled him further down into her mouth; all of you she gasp - and all of me. It had been maybe three hours, and now, for the fourth time he was on the verge of losing control and just letting the rampaging needs and wants takeover... and when that happened, it moved from love to hunger. Suddenly he lost all thought for her as anything other than a sex object. He fucked her. His cock grew even more intense. His breathing changed. He grabbed at her and forced her. She sucked and let him take her mouth for his own. She was pinned beneath him; now was the time where even if she were to speak the word 'No', he would refuse to listen. Nothing was more important than her and him like this. It made her dizzy. And then with a final titanic thrust he shot into her mouth. It must have been a painful pleasure; he quivered and shuttered and let the feeling course through his body and then moved somehow back into her with a hot pulse of sex. He wanted to collapse on her and let exhaustion replace ecstasy, but already his other-self was regaining control from his body, and he moved from over her to the side, and caved into the fatigue. She swallowed the rest of his cum and only then did she realize that she too had ridden his mouth to orgasm. That boiling, dizzy wave was him and her, together. And again, it was him lying next to her. He flip-flopped to bring his head next to her. He pressed his body against hers. His breathing was heavy and spent. Eventually, the night would come to an end. At last she spoke, needing to know: "Who are you?" He answered with a voice and name she had never heard before. Love is Blind You walk in the door wearing those tight jeans and that cute little t-shirt that exposes your belly. I can see a pink g-string riding up your hips as you kick off your shoes and peel off your socks. I come up behind you and put my hands on your hips as you bend over. You know it's me. What you don't know is that I have a surprise for you. I guide you upstairs without a word. You know we're gonna fuck. I smack your ass as you open your door. It's dark. Your light switch doesn't work. I took out the light bulbs. I tell you to wait at your bed and I close the door. No light enters, not even under the door. Pure darkness folds us in it's inky embrace. You feel my hands on your hips, sliding upward, my fingers catch your shirt and pull it up as my hands go up your ribs, over your soft tits. Your shirt brushes your nipples as I pull it over your head. For a moment I keep you like that, your arms up, chest exposed in the dark, your shirt binding around your wrists. You feel my hot breath on your neck before my lips close down on you, sucking from your collar bone to your ear, nibbling and sucking wet kisses. I playfully bite your ear and I finish taking your shirt off. I spin you to me and wrap my arms around your tiny waist and pull you to me, kissing you deep and hard. I kiss my way down your neck to your breasts and lick my way to your nipples in the dark, your hands caressing my hair and neck. I kneel down and lower my hands to your awesome ass, feeling your curves through your jeans. My hands are on your ass, kneading you like fresh dough. You feel a tug at your button fly. I must be using my teeth. Your fly pops and a final tug forces your zipper open as my hands behind you reach up and peel those jeans off of your sweet little ass. You run your fingers in my short hair, feeling my stubble on your stomach as I kiss your navel, your pants falling to your ankles. I stand up and kiss you, guiding your hands to my chest and pushing them down my stomach and to my bulge. I'm not hard yet, but you know how to make me that way. You take your time undressing me in the dark, your fingers and hands exploring me as my clothes come off. You can't help yourself. You peel off my boxers and fondle my waking dick. You feel it firming up in your hand as you slowly jerk on it, kissing my belly. Your other hand feels my balls and scratches them gently with your fingernails as you take the tip of my chubby into your mouth. You suck me in and my dick fills your mouth as you twirl your tongue around the head. Your tongue probes the hole and you can taste me lubing up already. You can't see me in the dark, but you hear me letting out little moans, urging you on as I grab your silky hair, gently tugging at it. You take my dick out of your mouth and you suck down the shaft to my balls, sucking them in. My balls are nice and big. I've been saving a good load for you. You pop them into your mouth and suck them, my dick in your hand. I tell you that I want you on the bed. You feel the edge of the bed and climb onto it in your G-string, feeling your way in the dark. I put my hand on your smooth ass cheek and follow you to the bed. The springs squeak and the bed shifts as you feel me behind you. You feel my fingers at the top of your ass as I grab your G-string and pull it up, as it wedges between your cheeks and pussy lips. I pull up on it and you feel my mouth on your ass, sucking wet sloppy kisses down to your pussy nestled between your bent-over thighs. My stubble tickles you as my blind hungry lips find the puffy edge of your pussy. I suck on the soft flesh and lick to the other side. Your slit is under the tight G-string that I'm pulling up on, so I lick and suck and nibble at both sides of your hot hole. You feel me licking the middle, over the G-string but it just teases you. I can taste your pussy soaking into the fabric of the thin strip of cloth. I finally peel your G-string down your thighs and calves, then pull them over your feet and fling them into the darkness. I nuzzle my nose into your ass cheeks, searching for your pussy. I can smell it now. Your scent fills my nose as my warm wet tongue probes your ass crack, finding your puckered little starfish. I circle it with my tongue and then you feel me eat your ass out. My scratchy cheeks between your firm ass cheeks. I bring my hand up and rub my thumb up and down your hot meaty bent-over pussy, circling your clit and parting your little lips. You are nice and slippery. I take my tongue off of your asshole and lick down to your pussy. The opening is so tight that I can barely get the tip of my tongue in you. I flatten my tongue and you feel me lapping long sloppy strokes as you bury your face in a pillow and moan, your back arched in the dark, getting eaten out from behind. You feel a sharp sting as I smack your ass with a loud 'pop!'. I continue to slap your ass as I suck at your pussy. You have no idea when the next slap is coming. Your juice is smeared all over my face and dripping down my chin. I run a finger up your leg and to the dip between your thighs. I feel your lips and I pull them to the side, opening your hole wider. I bury my tongue in you and wiggle it. Your hips dip as you work that pussy on my tongue, wagging up and down. You feel me moving behind you in the dark, shifting my weight as the bed springs give. You feel something rubbing up and down your pussy, searching in the dark. It's hard to find your pink wet hole in the dark, its so nice and tight, but my head finally finds you as I ease the tip into you. You realize it's my dick when I put both hands on your hips. You try and back up on me, but I stop you. I just ease the tip into you, then I pull it out. Then I put it back in. I love the wet sucking sound your pussy makes when I pop the head out of you. I can tell you're getting agitated so the next time my head goes in I ease it all the way into you, taking your breath away. I fill you all the way to my balls as I put my hand on your shoulders and pin you down, driving my weight down and into you. Your pink pussy squishes as I fill you up. You feel like a warm, wet tight silky glove on my cock. Your pussy is stretched on my shaft, but it doesn't hurt. It's wonderful being filled like this, all the way to the top. A perfect fit. I work my dick in and out of you nice and slow, enjoying the feel of my dick pushing the soft folds of your pussy meat as I plow in and out of you. You squeeze down on my dick, making me moan. You shudder as you get wetter. You back up against me and try to pick up the pace, but I hold your hips and tease you with nice slow strokes. You let out a frustrated whimper as I fuck you deep and slow, teasing you. I smack your ass as I ream your wet cunt. Your hot hole sucks and squishes as you get ready to cum. I suddenly buck into you, hard and fast, pulling your hips onto me with every hard stroke. My balls slap onto your smooth waxed mound as my dick hammers in and out of you. You feel me hitting the top, your head tingles with pleasure and you start moaning and letting out little cries with every thrust. Your pussy gushes and you tighten up on my fat cock. You are soo close. Right before you cum I pull out of you and bend down to suck on your clit. Your pussy hole is right at my nose and I smell your hot wetness. God you smell good. You arch your back and I can feel your muscles twitch and quiver as you cry out. You cum in my face, gushing onto my nose and mouth. I greedily lick and suck at your gushing hole, not wanting to waste a drop as I lap it up in the dark. After you finish coming, you feel me grab your hips and I flip you onto your back. I climb over you and you feel my cool sweaty skin sliding over yours. You smell your pussy on my breath as I suck up your chest, nibbling your perky nipples and up your throat. I find your lips and kiss you. You taste yourself as my lips mash into yours, my soft tongue twirling around yours. I suck my way back down and spread your legs. You pull them back and up behind your head in the dark, getting them out of my way for me. My tongue explores down your belly, teases your belly button and you feel my teeth and tongue on your mound as I suck and nibble it. You feel my spread hands on the inside of your thighs as I put my mouth on your pussy, taking as much of you into my mouth as I can get. I suck on you and I feel your cute little lips pull into my mouth. I nibble and suck them. You feel me tugging your pussy lips with my mouth and it sends little zaps of electricity to your clit. I lick circles around your clit, careful not to touch it. My tongue is wet, warm and firm. Not touching your love button is driving you crazy as I work a finger into your tight pussy and hook it up, sinking it in and finding your g-spot. My finger in you massaging your g-spot and my tongue circling your clit but not touching it. You wiggle your hips and throw your head back and let out a frustrated moan. God it feels soooo good and you want to cum, but I'm not going to make it that easy for you. I stop circling your hard, swollen clit and my tongue parts your pussy lips as I lick up and down your slit as I finger you, flicking your pearly clit as it brushes past. The sensation makes your legs twitch and jump. I lick up and down faster and faster as my finger works into you, digging and twisting. Your pussy squishes as your juices flow. Your asshole feels cool as your pussy juice dribbles down your thigh and leaks into it. I lift your ass cheeks and lick down to your wet asshole, then back up to your clit. I flatten my tongue and lick long, broad strokes up and down you. I mash my tongue down onto you and your puffy pussy smears up and down as my strong tongue laps at you. I want to fuck you. You want to be fucked. The bed shifts and you feel me above you as my dick reaches the inside of your thigh and moves over, searching and leaving a wet strand of pre-come as I drag it to your cunt. You adjust your hips, wanting my dick so bad. You feel me pushing at your hole. There is an instant of pressure then your pussy lips part and stretch as my hot, hard dick slides into you, pushing aside the wet folds of your pussy hole as I ream you out. I'm up to my nuts in you. You feel my nuts at your ass crack as you spread high and wide for me. I bear down and push even deeper, hitting the top of you as you let out a little moan. I suck your neck and hold you there, stuck on my fat dick. Completely filled. I pull my dick out and it glides, slick with your wetness. I glide in and out of you. There is no friction, you are so wet. You feel the head of my dick at the bottom of your pussy, then it stretches and pushes to the top of your pussy. You feel every vein of me as I stretch you and stroke in and out of you. You reach down and rub your clit. Your finger tips brushing my shaft as it fucks your hot hole. You feel my elbow brush your tit as I reach up and grab your hair, pulling your head back. I suck at your exposed neck as I fuck you. You feel my hot breath on you and a little pain as I bite down on you. I suck and lick your neck, fucking you harder and faster. I feel you quivering. My dick squishes as your juice runs out. I pump faster and harder, bearing my weight on you. I let go of your hair and sit up. I feel your pussy jiggle as you rub faster and harder on your clit. I oblige and pound into you. The bed squeaks and thumps on the wall as you tighten and let out a cry. Your pussy splashes on my balls and I push into you. I'm sooo close to coming. I pull my dick out of you and tell you to suck my dick before I cum. You push me over and climb over me, down to my dick. I feel your hair brush down me as your hands explore the way to my dick in the dark. You grab the shaft and suck down on me, slurping loudly. I feel your hair bouncing on my stomach as you work my shaft. Your mouth, hands and tongue make me cum in no time. I cry out and moan as my balls squeeze. My dick jumps with the pressure as a hot sticky load rises up my shaft and splashes the back of your throat, coming back out your mouth and dribbling down your lips. I haven't cum in a few days and my hot sweet load is a mouthful. You swirl my cum around your tongue and squish it between your teeth before you swallow it. You put me back into your mouth. My dick is still twitching from coming so hard and huge. I stroke your hair as you suck on me, getting me ready for more. Love Is Blind Written by Luna and Benji ********** (A story written by both my owner and I. Contains Dom/sub, pet play, desperation. Spelling errors and grammatical mistakes have probably been missed and will probably be rectified soon. If that really gets to you sometimes, as it often does me, suggest you avoid until a grammar-revised version is posted. Thanks for reading in advance :) -Benji ********** The bed was so soft. The covers, silky smooth against his bare thighs with every slight nervous adjustment, served only to reinforce his feeling of nakedness. His paws felt so smooth against his thighs... it took so much of his concentration not to rub them against himself, their soft fur was so irresistibly soft... He waited patiently as she had told him to. She would be back soon, and until then his anxiety merely ran wild. It would be so easy just to let his soft paws wander... his poor aching cock was begging for attention at this point. He felt them almost imperceptibly drift between his legs to his inner thighs, and gasped at the sudden sensation. His hips wiggled of their own accord, rubbing his thighs needingly against the new found material. Ever so softly, he moaned, hoping she would return soon. He was growing desperate... From outside the room she told him to close his eyes and not open them until told. She heard a slightly hesitant, "yes, my owner." She slowly peeked inside and saw his eyes closed, as he laid there squirming she could see his excitement poking against the covers, she smiled. She walked over towards him reminding him to keep his eyes closed as she pulled the covers off him. She smiled again seeing his cute lil bunny ears, then his furry paws, then a small tuft of fur down in between his legs underneath his hard cock. With a lite tug on his arm she pulled him into a sitting position. Sitting tall in front of her on the bed she leaned down and kissed his soft lips, "I love you my bunny." As she said this she wrapped a blindfold across his eyes and tied it in the back. "Stand up." She took a few steps back as he stood up in front of her, loving the sight of him naked and hard in all his bunny-ness. Taking his hands into hers, she places them on her hips, "Listen closely my pet, I want you to undress your owner, but you may only use your hands as your eyes." His breath caught in his throat at her words. He froze to the spot, taking in the full implications of her command. He whined ever so slightly. His cock was already twitching with need. "Mmhh.." Ever so slowly he curled his fingers into the fabric of her shirt, just above her hips feeling her soft skin beneath. He could hear her breath, long and relaxed, yet as he lifted up her shirt, noticed her breathing quicken for just a moment. He could imagine her pearlescent flesh right before him, slowly revealed, and could only imagine the image of her soft breasts as they were unveiled. He could smell her aroma, heady and mixed... a smell he had so associated with their closeness, being so used to scenting her while up close to her, and so usually in an intimate context...Intense feelings flooded through him, waves of submissive arousal. His cock twitched, and he felt the jolt from it all up his spine. He gasped at it, pausing in his work. Noticing his distraction she slowly reached over and rubbed her thumb across the head of his obviously needy cock, seeing his whole body squirm at her touch, "You are such a good lil desperate bunny, now do as you were told." "Uhhh.." he moaned, feeling his knees go weak at her touch. He clenched his teeth against the pleasure, trying to concentrate through his lust-filled mind, and resumed his task. He lifted her shirt up and over her head, knowing that she was now topless merely sent his mind reeling. His fingertips felt blindly for her after he had delicately placed her shirt on the invisible floor. He almost jumped as he felt the soft skin of her stomach, feeling so vulnerable at being blind, almost afraid, but he knew he was safe with her. He very gently traced his fingers down her stomach, to the lip of her jeans. He fumbled for the clasp, finding the button at last, and began trying to undo it. It felt weird trying to undo jeans from the "outside", let alone being blind. He was sure she was enjoying his struggle, both the physical one, and the one going on in his mind... He felt the button give way at last, and her waistband slackened... he paused, trying to collect himself, and cautiously undid the zip, trying to ignore the feeling of the silky material beneath... He held his breath as he gently, ever so slowly, curled his fingertips inside her jeans, and slid them down her hips. He could feel her soft flesh beneath, his fingers gliding silkily over them, merely driving him to greater need. He crouched down, pulling them down her legs, across her knees, to her ankles, and felt her step out of them. He placed them aside and steadied himself against her as he stood, merely resulting in him brushing his face across her stomach as he rose, unable to prevent himself pausing momentarily to rest his head against her, feeling her soft skin... He sighed raggedly, wanting nothing more than to feel her against him, using him any way she wanted, any way she could... anything for some release... He rose and had to reach out to find his place, his hands resting on her sides as he tried to stand steady, but he couldn't help but double over slightly, unable to stand straight when his cock was so achingly needy... He whined. A pure, submissive whine of need. He knew he had to do as he was told... but it was getting hard to concentrate. All he could think about was her body, beautiful before him but he couldn't see it. He couldn't help but let his hands wander, drifting across her silken skin. It was all he could do to not break down and beg her to make him cum there and then. At last, he let them drift down, across her midriff, to the lip of her panties. He could feel them, an almost imperceptible crease separating them from her body, with the blindfold on it was difficult to tell where they ended and her gorgeously soft body began. He let out a deep sigh, utterly aroused by his situation. Forced to do something which sent waves of submission and arousal through him, yet unable to even touch himself, to assuage the ache that was sending jolts from his cock to his whole body, a screaming need in him to get relief, no matter what. He had to have it, he couldn't take much more of this. He leaned in close, sinking to one knee, and felt his lips scant inches from her panties, as he slowly peeled them down, feeling them come away like a second skin. He felt his face drift so slowly against her, until he finally felt himself against her, and pressed himself into her, needing the support, the closeness, to help him ignore his need, and to remind him to be obedient. He could almost feel the heat from her legs, just below, so close to him, and him so close to it... That object of his desire, that he associated so closely with pleasure, hers and his. Of course, her pleasure came first, and he was always rewarded... Reluctantly, he moved down, away from her, and let her panties pool around her ankles. He could feel his whole cock, so sensitive, bobbing delightfully yet tantalizingly, torturous yet wonderful. Every sensation so heightened by his sensitivity. With that, he stood before her and let his hands drift to his side. He stood, as straight as he could, his body visibly twitching with every pulse and jolt from his cock. His mouth lay open noticeably, his lip quivering with the need which was making his whole body tingle, and his cock burn with desperation... She stood for a moment, silent, looking him up and down, noticing every twitch and quiver. She smiled, he belonged to her and she loved owning him. This made the aching she felt deep between her thighs grow stronger and she knew only one thing would cure it. She almost couldn't help herself, she wanted to take him into her arms, but her bunny needed to be used, needed to feel that he was owned. She wrapped one hand around his needy cock and gently pulled him a little closer to her. She smiled as she heard his moans, they were begging her to give him some release without using any words, but she slid her hand off softly."Soon lil bunny" she whispered. Leaning in, she litely kissed his neck as she slowly turned them both so she was in a position to sit on the bed. Softly running her fingertips up us his chest, she placed a hand on either shoulder and gently pushed down letting him know that he was to get down on his knees. For a few brief seconds, as he was kneeling before her, she pulled his head against her and held him. Sliding down, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his blindfolded face down to the aching between her thighs. He knew exactly what was expected and greedily began his task as she lay back and immediately felt utter pleasure. Her fingers were intertwined in his hair, pulling him closer. The sounds of his desperate moans and the hungry licks of his sweet tongue only heightened her arousal. She would use him well this night but her pleasure would come first. His heart had soared, and he had felt his whole body lift when she had finally touched him, only to be replaced by a feeling of emptiness when she had let go. Now, though, he knew what he had to do. He knew what was expected of him, no matter how horny, how desperate he was. His tongue flicked across her clit, back and forth, before he dove in deeper, pressing his face against her, desperate to please her as much as he could... He could barely think. Everything, every thought in his mind, was sex. He wanted to cum, and he wanted to make his owner cum. He wanted her to use him, make him cum, however she wanted, anything, just to cum. He needed to cum! So badly! It was almost unbearable. He could feel his cock twitching, sending an ache through his shaft to his thighs. His tip was burning with the need to cum. He could feel sweat starting to form on his brow, so desperate was he to release, to cum... As he kneeled before her, at the edge of the bed, he felt his body move forward of it's own accord. His head tilted back, and he licked faster, deeper... Meanwhile, he could feel the edge of the bed, the soft covers so amazing to feel... He couldn't control himself. He began to thrust against the bed, the soft fabric feeling amazing on his oh-so-sensitive cock. He couldn't cum like this, he knew it. He could barely feel it. He needed more, but for now this is all he could get. He needed something, anything to touch him... but this was just making it worse! Every soft caress of the sheets on his almost dripping cock was like a tickle, which soon became an itch he had no way to scratch, a deep, longing need... He felt himself humping against the bed, and began to moan, whine with desperation. His hands gripped her thighs a little tighter, betraying just how needy he had become. He felt himself begin to shiver, and was worried he was going to start crying. It felt so good, and yet it ached, it burned, he needed relief, he needed release, he needed to cum, more than anything else in the world... he needed to cum. She could feel his desperate humping against her leg, she smiled to herself for a moment, but knew that he would be distracted from the task at hand very easily by it. He would be able to concentrate much more if he got a bit more attention, so she placed her feet on either side of his aching cock. Quickly his desperate moans changed to those of sheer pleasure and his face buried deeper into her as his cock thrust between her feet. That was the attention he had been craving. His tongue was just what she needed, and hearing his sounds of pleasure added to her excitement as she could feel herself nearing orgasm. Her hands entangled themselves in his hair as she pulled him closer, her body shaking as the waves of pleasure swept over her. As she came, her feet released his cock, her hands softly pushed his head away, and she lay there breathing hard, barely noticing that his moans had turned to desperate whimpers again. After a few minutes which could've only seemed like an eternity to her bunny and his needy cock, she sat up smiling, "such a good lil bunny, you did very well." She ran a few fingers across his cheek as she leaned down and passionately kissed his sweet lips. Moving off the bed she told him, "hop up lil bunny," patting the bed, "you can do it, just feel for it." She smiled seeing him get up onto the bed and praised him with little pets. " Now lay back." He was at her mercy, his cock still hard and desperate, she leaned over and kissed it's head, her tongue licking off some of the wetness. His moaning grew louder as he squirmed and tried to thrust his hips up to get all the attention he could. One of her hands reached under him and wiggled his tail, making sure it was pushed in properly. "I think my bunny needs to be milked." She smiled down at him. "Give me your hands." As he placed his hands out in front of him she tied his wrists. Just a few more things before my bunny gets to cum." He squirmed and moaned in utter desperation and disbelief. "Do you need to be gagged lil bunny?" "Mmmhh... No..." he whimpered through wet lips, as his mouth hung open in a never-ending silent moan. He felt his hips squirm out of his control, thrusting desperately into the air as though the bed were on fire, anything for any pleasure he could get. He couldn't take much more... and yet, his inherent obedience kept him still, as still as he could be. He waited as patiently as he could. He needed to obey, because he loved her, and she loved him, and she was so good to him. He needed to obey... only that thought, that imprinted idea, was stronger than his need to cum. "Good lil bunny, as sexy as you would look gagged, I love to hear you more, so I would hate to have to do that." She took his bound wrists and gently placed them over his head. "Roll onto your tummy." He did so very obediently and with very little sound. "Now get up onto your knees and lift up that cute little ass." She had to help him since his hands were bound over his head, but he did so eagerly even tho his moans told another story. She could tell that he was nervous, wondering what was going to happen to him. "Don't worry lil bunny," she smiled. Her hands ran up his back to his ass, caressing his cheeks. "Such a cute little tail you have bunny, why don't you show your owner how good little bunny's wiggle their tails?" She lightly wiggled his tail before letting it go so he could perform for her. He felt his cheeks flush hot red, despite his needy state, he always blushed with embarrassment when she talked to him like this, when she made his perform for her... And though he didn't like to admit it, he loved it. In fact, it just turned him on even more... He didn't like to admit, either, that it felt good when she focused on the things that made him blush most. She knew he blushed when she mentioned his ass, caressed it... He rolled his head to one side and closed his eyes. His cheeks felt hot against the cool bed. With a moment's pause, he felt his resistance crumble with his imminent need... and shook his ass a little, back and forth for her, feeling the fur tickle him. She smiled and giggled, she loved to see him blush. "Very good!" She even clapped. "Now..." she slowly started running her hands up his back and caressing his ass again. She wiggled his tail a bit, pushing it in then pulling out. She did this a few times before removing it. "I think my bunny needs something else." She ran her finger around the hole as she reached for something. "I want my bunny to really enjoy this because I know how badly you need to cum and what an obedient lil bunny you've been for your owner." She slowly inserted a remote control vibe, "roll over my pet." She helped him. He felt slightly nervous, a little more even than when she had asked him to wag his tail for her, at her words. He had been surprised when she had removed his tail, just after playing with it... and a little unnerved when he felt a slight pang of emptiness he had never felt before. He was so used to having a tail now. Somehow that didn't frighten him as much as he thought it should. It didn't even frighten him how good it had felt when her finger had circled him, slowly tracing his new-found pleasure-centre. He had an inkling about what she had inserted, and knew she had planned this from the start. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back... he never could. Especially not now, so close to the orgasm he had been begging silently for. He knew that was what was missing. He knew he had to beg. Beg her to make him cum. He didn't have to look to know there was a control in her hand. She was in total control of his pleasure, of his orgasm. She would make him beg before he could cum... and he wanted to. She leaned in close to his ear, litely kissed his neck, then whispered, "I'm so proud to own you, you're such an obedient, sexy, and desperate lil bunny and now it's your turn..." She sat down next to him on the bed, his needy cock twitching, begging for attention. She wrapped her hand firmly around it and slowly started stroking it. Almost immediately his hips were rising and falling, his moans grew louder and longer. "MMmmm my bunny really needed to be milked." She stroked faster and at the same time turned the vibe on with her other hand. She smiled as she watched her bunny enjoy his reward. "Obedient lil bunny's get to cum for their owners." "Yes... cum... for my owner..." he managed to groan between his lewd, unabashed moans of sheer lust, "obedient... milked... yes..." he struggled with his words, his brain slowly losing it's grasp on even speech as his "reward" eroded his mind, and he crumbled in the face of the colossal orgasm he was about to receive. He loved feeling the vibe inside him, the vibrations sending literal waves of pleasure down his cock in time with the strokes of her hand, and his thrusts into her loving grip. It was all too much. He could feel himself helplessly humping her hand, unable to stop even if he had wanted to. He was broken. He had nothing left to give, except for the obvious. Every part of his body was screaming for release. He needed it more than the air he was taking in in little gasps, almost choking on the utter pleasure riddling his body. He needed it, no, more than that, he had to have it. There was nothing else but her and his impending release, his orgasm, his twitching, desperate cock. The only thing he needed more was her. Even now, even in this moment, he would choose her over anything else. He felt his back arch, as his body responded to an instinctual drive... he lifted himself off of the bed, his knees bending beneath him. He screwed his eyes tight, it felt so good it almost hurt... He would do anything, anything to cum. Anything to cum for his owner, any way she wanted, just so she would make him cum... She so loved the whimpers and moans, the squirming and helpless, mindless thrusts. The wondrous movements and sounds only served to fuel her strokes. "I so love making my lil bunny cum, knowing that only I have that power..." She leaned down and placed a few little kisses and licks on his thigh, his moans grew louder. "...such a good little bunny, so very helpless, vulnerable, all mine." Her free hand moved to play with his balls, caressing them, holding them, all the while her other hand moving in fast strokes, never slowing. She could tell he wouldn't last much longer at this rate. Without any warning she turned the vibe up a notch and smiled as she saw the pleasure pour thru him. She ran her finger tips litely up and down his thighs, caressing them, heightening his sensitivity. Her fingers would find his balls again in between, playing with them and then down her finger would travel under them, tracing around that special place that held the vibe. His whole ass lifted as she did this, almost asking for more. Love Is Blind "MMmmm I can see how much my bunny is enjoying his reward and I know how much my bunny needs to cum...cum lil bunny...cum." He shivered as she traced a finger down his thighs. He was so sensitive now, so close to the edge, that even her gentle touch was almost too much. Almost beside himself, he muttered the words she was so effectively imprinting in his mind. "Vul..ner..ble.. help.. less.." he muttered between gasps. It felt good to be hers, so vulnerable, so helpless, knowing she could do anything to him right now, and he would be too fogged in pleasure to resist. Her words hung in his mind, everything she said making such an impact on him. He was so impressionable when he was like this, so easy to mold to her delights... The pleasure was just a wash across his body. every little twitch and moan betrayed his utter arousal. He had never felt so used, and yet, so safe, so cared for... Her touch was too much for his poor boyish mind. He felt the last threads of himself snap like a penny dropping in the distance. He was done, nothing left but a desire to cum. To cum for his owner, to empty himself, when he had never felt so full... "Yes.. cum.. please make me cum, please make bunny cum!!" He felt himself thrust faster, partly because he couldn't stop himself, partly trying futilely to escape the maddening vibrations the vibe was sending up his cock. He whimpered truly desperately... a true cry of submission, of surrender... surrender to her will, her ownership, and the power she had over him. He turned as best he could, hoping she could see his need, and the sincerity of his cries... She continued her little torments on his sensitive, squirmy, helpless flesh as she stroked his cock. She knew he wouldn't last much longer. "I think my bunny needs a little bit more..." she turned the vibe up a notch as she watched his entire body tense, his moans stopped for a second replaced by a huge gasp. "Let it go my lil bunny...cum for me...cum now..." Her strokes started moving faster, her grip tightened. "...cum my lil bunny" She was right. He was right on the edge, and right where she wanted him. He would never be as submissive as he was now... deprive a society of food and it will riot, but deprive a boy of his one true need and he will crumble and break. He could feel that special tingle rising, that always seemed to start in a place he couldn't detect, but soon he could feel it rising up inside him, he could feel the heat on his forehead, the tingle on his nose, his toes curling up in anticipation... he was being made to cum, at last, and he loved it. He loved that he had no choice, that he came whenever she wanted him to, and that she would make him cum in the most wonderful ways. He loved desperately begging and squirming and writhing in agonistic pleasure before her, and he loved that she loved it just as much. He felt his throat tighten, and all he could do was release a soft little croak of surrender. "I... I... gonna... cum..." he managed to force through clenched teeth. The tingle was now centered solely upon his tip, and he knew he was there. He couldn't stop it now even if he wanted to. His body went on auto-pilot as his mouth opened and his hips froze. He was right on the edge, completely at her mercy, utterly helpless to resist her, or his own needs... "Very good my lil bunny...that's it...let it go...you make your owner so proud..." Her words were more than enough to tip him over the edge. He felt himself pass the point of no return, and all at once, his body froze, and his vision went white. He felt that pleasure beyond anything else, of cumming so very hard having waited for so long. As soon as his first spasm was over, his legs writhed helplessly in sheer ecstasy. His head threw back in one long moan, followed by the gasps and pants of a body-shaking orgasm. His hands gripped so tightly to the bed his fingers hurt as he felt himself lose himself completely, totally and utterly. In that moment, nothing but hers, her little cum bunny. Just as the last spasms finished she curled him up into her arms, holding his head against her soft, naked breasts. With a very gentle movement, as he was still catching his breath, she lifted his head and removed the blindfold and looked into his gorgeous eyes as she stroked his hair. "It's ok my lil bunny...relax...I am here...just relax and know that I love you and you are safe." She smiled down at him, almost rocking him. Even in the throes of a mind shattering orgasm, as his breath came in short, deep gasps, he felt her hold him close. As the blindfold was lifted, he looked dazedly upon his owner, his features a mix of sheer pleasure and exhaustion. As she cradled him against her, he could already feel his breathing slow, his used and spent body relaxing against her. As if by design, his head rested against her naked chest, staring back up at her. Her hand stroking his hair was sending waves of relaxation through him. His breath rolled across her as he slowly came down, until he at last was breathing in deep, slow, contented sighs. He pressed up against her weakly, and moaned ever so softly to show his adoration; words being much beyond him at this point. He felt his whole body sinking, that heavy yet oh-so content feeling flooding through him... it was so easy to just drift away as his whole body relaxed. He felt so safe, so warm... so loved and cared for... He could hear his owner's words in his ear, holding him close against her, and at that moment, he felt as though all was right with the world. He felt as though he was exactly where he should be. His owner cuddling him, reassuring him, whispering to him, helping him relax... His eyes slowly closed, his lids so heavy, and as he slowly drifted to sleep, her voice was the last thing he heard... and he knew, he was right where he belonged. Love is Blind The bank was bustling with activity when I entered to deposit some cash for my friend. I was sure this was going to be a boring wait because banks are often filled with old people. "I am going to be sick of waiting," I mumbled to myself before taking a seat. But, I never knew it was going to be the best day of my life. As I had nothing much to do, I took my mobile phone and started killing some notorious pigs in Angry Birds. Suddenly, I felt a smooth hand brush against mine as a young girl took her seat next to mine. She must be hardly 20 or 21 years old. Her young beauty was simply mesmerizing and gave me an instant hard-on. "Oh my goodness," I was really lost for words looking at the beauty near me. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her skin was naturally smooth and was so fair! I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful curvaceous boobs and the shape was clearly visible through the pink t-shirt that she wore! "What a pretty young lady," I thought to myself. My busy thoughts were disturbed by a feminine call. "Excuse me, can you help me out?" She was talking to me! "Ughh...yes..." It was then I was surprised to notice that my beautiful crush couldn't she how pretty she was! She was actually blind and I pitied god for having made her this way. "Can you fill up the form for me?" She asked. I took the pen from her hands and filled out the details. She stood close to me as I wrote. I deeply wished that she would like me, at least with the sense of touch. "Thank you." She took the form from my hand and walked to join the queue. Soon, she was out of the bank before I could ask more details about her background. It was then I found out that her pen was still in my hand and maybe if my lucky charm is intact, she might have a bank account here. My luck didn't fail me. I got the necessary details from the bank somehow and landed straight at her door step the following weekend. I knocked the door. She opened it. "Yes, who's it?" She was wearing a blue top and a floral patterned skirt that covered only till her knees. I felt a bit guilty to look at a girl with lust who can't actually see my intention but I consoled myself. I'm not going to do any bad to this sexy chick for sure! I explained why I was here to return her pen and her lips curled with a knowing smile. "Did you come all the way to return just a pen?" I smiled. "Sort of," I stammered as I replied. She smiled again. "Come in..." I walked inside and took a seat. I was surprised to find out no one else was there in her apartment. She sensed my doubt and clarified me. "Actually, I live alone and I know my home as the back of my hand. I like to be independent, you know." Her confidence surprised me and I was impressed with her attitude. I was sipping the coffee she made when she poked me with her question again. "Are you sure you came all the way to give my pen back?" Her voice was mischievously suspicious. I couldn't help but wonder how tasty her rosy lips would be if engaged in passionate, long kiss. She definitely deserved to be kissed often! I didn't want to waste the opportunity. "Maybe, I wanted to go out on a date with you." She was stunned for a moment and her facial expression turned serious. "You aren't joking right. Do you know that I can't see the world like you? Don't you?" "I don't think that doesn't make you any less a girl than others. You are pretty and confident. I'm impressed with it." She burst out laughing. "You don't even know my name but you are asking me out?" "I think that's why we should date to know each other," I replied smiling. "I think you are pretty handsome yourself. I am definitely not someone who accepts a date like this but no one has pursued me the way you did. So, I wouldn't mind giving it a try." "Does that mean yes?" She blushed and simply nodded. *** Our date was definitely eventful. She was dressed in a glamorous style and I came to know that she learned to survive on her own with her determination. We were sitting facing each other, slowly sipping our wine. "I'm Asha," She introduced herself for the first time. "I'm Rohan and if you don't mind I would love to call you Ash, Can I?" "Yeah, you can." I was definitely not planning to make love to her the first day but was expecting to taste her sweet lips. To ease the situation, I stood beside her and asked her to dance. She agreed. The tune played by the DJ was definitely romantic and the dim lights set our mood high. It was an amazing moment when I got the opportunity to hold Asha close to me. My hands were on her hips, tightly cupping the curve and as the song came to an end, I didn't have to think twice. I leaned over Asha and took her lips in mine. She responded willingly. I cupped her cheeks in my palm and planted a deep kiss on her open lips. Asha was so willing than I expected and she had her arms wrapped around my neck. My hands were busy caressing her soft body through the satin cloth while my lips explored the depths of hers! She parted her lips allowing me complete access to her mouth and I let my tongue flow in. I soon found her submissive tongue and our tongues got engaged in a sensuous battle. Our kiss was long as I took my time to explore and taste her lips to my heart's content. It was time for us to leave then. When we reached her doorstep, we didn't speak anything but embraced to look ourselves in another passionate kiss. Reluctantly, I left her and started walked towards the elevator. But, I just felt I couldn't get enough and went back for yet another taste of Asha's keep-kissin-me-lips. "This was the first kiss of my life," she said giggling and panting while trying to catch her breath. I stood close to her with my hands wrapped protectively around her. We had to leave but I was sure the night is not far, when I will make Asha naked before me and penetrate her wet pussy. *** Weeks later... My date with my Asha became pretty intimate with each passing day and she trusted me more than anything else. But, she was a virgin and wanted her first night to be special. We decided to spend our exotic night in one of the romantic destinations of all, a boat house in Kerala, India. Even though, it's in my own country, I have never been there but could only imagine how amazing it would be to spend an entire night with my loved on in the middle of a river. We planned our trip in the next few days and were off to Kerala. After spending enough hours trying to find the location, we reached our boat house. The atmosphere was romantically pleasant with trees all around and the slight drizzling added fuel to my already aroused state. Asha was no different and even though, she couldn't see the natural beauty, she experienced the thrill. We had our special dinner in a candle light restaurant before heading off to your boat house. The ferry driver gave a knowing smile to me as I escorted Asha inside our room. It was a spacious boat which was conveniently designed with air conditioner and a comfortable bed. I sat close to her and felt her breathing rising with each minute! It was moderately raining outside and I guess it's a common occurrence in the place which is situated in the middle of a rain forest. "Asha...do you know you look so pretty tonight?" I spoke caressing her soft cheek with my palm. She blushed and gripped my hand tight. "I love the climate and it makes me feel so fresh, dear." "I know baby. I think it's time I showed you how much I love you." Asha was ready for what was about to follow. Our ceremony began with passionate row of kisses. I have never seen Asha kiss me so feverishly before. Maybe, it was the privacy or the romantic location that made her wild. I stood up and lifted her up in the air. She had her one arm wrapped around my neck while her other hand was busy unbuttoning my shirt. I carried her to the corner of the boat and we were soon out in the open. There was no ceiling to cover us and we loved every moment getting wet in the rain. My lips were busy feverishly kissing Asha's sweet lips and she reciprocated with equal passion. I stripped her off her clothing and soon she was standing only in her lingerie. No one was around and the peaceful river witnessed our furious sex. We were about to fuck and make the most out of the trip. I loosened her bra straps and started tasting her erect nipples. They were so thick and stubble. I loved biting them to my heart's content and I was rewarded with a sexy moan from Asha every time, I did it. "Your nipples are so tasty, dear." She pushed my head further into her luscious boobs and I obliged willingly. I took her right nipple in my mouth while my left hand was busy fondling her left nipple. I kept teasing, sucking, biting and grazing her nipple with my teeth. "Oh, you are so good at tasting my nipples. I would have let you do it long back if I knew you were this hot," she laughed saying it. We were fully naked by the time. My hard cock often brushed onto Asha's soft tummy. She shivered every time it touched it and it was partially due to the cold rain water that continued to drench us. I could feel that Asha was completely involved in the sexual frenzy than any other girl because all she could do was feel and experience it physically. Her hands automatically went below to hold my throbbing cock and she slowly started shagging it. Her soft hand made me even harder and I was longing to push my pulsating cock deep inside her wet quivering pussy as soon as possible. "Shall I taste it, dear?" I was surprised. "I have girlfriends, you know. They share their experience but this would be my first," she clarified me. "I'm sure you don't watch porn Asha. Do you?" I mocked her. "Yeah, but I hear them you know, a lot," she replied with a smirk on her lips. Asha went down on me. I was standing right in the middle of a boat getting wet in the rain as the girl obediently took my hard cock in her mouth and started tasting it. She took her time to lick the shaft before engulfing the head into her warm mouth. Her blowjob was intense. I placed my hand on the back of her head and encouraged the young virgin to suck me harder. Before long, I was carrying Asha back to our bed. I switched off the lights and it was pitch dark. I wanted to feel the darkness that my girl experiences every day and proceeded to spread her legs. "I'm bit scared honey but I trust you," she revealed her thoughts but I reassured her. I placed a pillow below her ass and got her ready in a comfortable missionary position. For a moment, I glanced at the girl lying naked and spread before me. She had a perfect hourglass figure with supple breasts and a curvy hip to hold. Her fair skin was simply arousing. But, my throbbing thick cock had no empathy for the young virgin and when I pushed it hard into her virgin pussy, Asha screamed which echoed within the boat house. She was weeping but encouraged me to keep fucking her. I did and soon she started experiencing her share of pleasure. I helped Asha wrap her sexy thighs around my back and continued to fuck her beautiful body. Her eyes were closed and I know my babe was lost in pleasure. "I love you." Bending down, I took Asha's lips into mine one more time for a deep kiss as I continued to fuck her unexplored pussy with maximum vigor. I loved to fuck hard and she cooperated, ready to satiate my lust with her delicious body. Next thing I knew was, she was sitting on top me and riding my cock. I cupped her round boobs for support but they bobbed every time she jumped on my cock. Asha was even prettier when naked and she enjoyed sex like no other women, with her sensitive sense of touch. I pulled her lips close for another passionate kiss and turned her over. She was in doggy style allowing me to go deep into her pussy and fuck as hard as I wanted to! Our hottest night made me realize that I should have Asha for the rest of my life and enjoy her femininity every night in our bed. I wanted to make love with this sweet angel but she was so sexy that all I could do was fuck her hard. I came three times that night, once in her mouth and she drank my cum like an obedient slut. "I want your pussy for myself, Asha. I wish to fuck you every night like this and wake up only to kiss your sweet lips every morning," I proposed in the most unusual way. Asha blushed and wrapped her arms around my neck in an assuring style. Her soft and smooth skin was heavenly to touch. I kept caressing her back and hip as I drifted off to sleep in our private boat house. Love is Blind I was standing on a balcony overlooking the ocean, allowing the cool night air to play across my skin. I was wearing a light white beach dress, sheer and floaty, which hinted at nothing underneath. The light breeze carried the salt of the sea and refreshed me, catching my hair and playing with it. I was admiring the moonlight on the ocean and not paying attention to much else, when... "Your body looks so sexy in the moonlight," a deep, masculine voice purred in my ear as a hard, hot body was suddenly pressed against my back. I hadn't even heard you move. My breath caught. "I want you," you groaned in my ear. You spun me in your arms before I had a chance to react, one hand on the railing either side of my body, trapping me in the heat of your arms. You whispered your next words with your lips nuzzled against my neck, your breath raising goose bumps all over my body. "And when I want something this badly... I don't stop until I get it." "I never want you to stop," I whispered back, breathless and wanting. "Good." Before I could say another word I was suddenly left bereft, my body cooling rapidly where my darling man had been a split second earlier. You could not possibly understand how your movements and touches affect my body, how one kiss or caress in just the right spot makes my stomach clench and instantly soaks my panties. I am so aware of you, so attuned to your body that I knew it almost better than my own. I'm certain that you know my body better than I do, if the reactions that you are able to elicit from it are any indication. My attention was drawn back to the balcony doors where you reappeared, a cloth of some kind in your hands. "Do you trust me?" you asked me, your eyes searching. I could see that your desire took a momentary backseat as your care for my wellbeing took over, and I loved you all the more for it. I let you read my feelings on my face, and you knew then answer before I uttered it. "Yes." I was briefly treated to the look of triumph and desire that flared in your eyes before something soft covered mine. It tightened and was tied. I was blind. "Can you see?" you asked me. I shook my head. "Good. Now listen to me. Tonight, you are mine. You will do as I tell you, and I will do to you whatever I wish. The blindfold will heighten your senses, make you anticipatory and desperate for my touch as you don't know where or when it's going to come." I could hear the smile in your voice as you continued. "And it'll be good for me too... You don't know how fucking sexy you look right now. Dressed in white and bathed in moonlight like a goddess, yet wearing my blindfold and willing to do as I wish... It's like I've tamed a lioness." I allowed myself a smile at that. God I loved this man. "Kneel." The command -- for it was unmistakably that -- came sharply. My smile turned into a grin of delight as I ran my hands down the front of your bare chest, coming to rest on the waistband of your unbuttoned jeans as my knees met the floor. Without a word, you slipped a soft pillow beneath my legs and the hard ground, for which I was grateful. "Undress me." This was my first moment of brief disappointment as I wouldn't be able to enjoy the beauty of your body as I peeled you out of what little clothes you had on, but I was calmed by the realisation that although my eyes couldn't see you, my hands could paint a mental picture. Skimming my hands across your hips, I pushed your jeans and underwear down your legs slowly, helping you lift your feet out, first one leg and then the other. There was a soft rustling as you presumably kicked your discarded clothes into the corner, and then... "Suck me." These words came softer, seductive and charming. I willingly opened my mouth and reached out my tongue to oblige. I quickly flicked my tongue from base to tip, circling the soft head and tasting the tiny droplets that had formed there. One hand wrapped around the base of your cock while the other gripped your gorgeous backside, pulling you closer in to me. You let out a soft groan that made me shiver—I loved listening to you. "Yes... Ooh, baby, Lucy, yes!" my rhythmic movements were punctuated by your whispered words and low moans. Moving slightly faster, I cupped your balls with one hand, stroking my index finger over the sensitive skin behind them. Your fingers immediately searched for my hair, tangling in the long tresses and holding my head where you wanted me. You began to move your hips, fucking my mouth as I urged you closer and closer to orgasm. Your free hand was braced on the balcony railing as I knelt with my back against it, sucking and licking your delicious cock with vigour. I loved that when I did something you particularly liked, I could feel your cock thickening and hardening further in my mouth and I could taste the salty sweetness on the tip of my tongue. Faster I moved, pleasuring you, taking you deep into the back of my throat. "Ooh yeah... That's it... That's it, baby, don't stop... Please don't stop... Oh yes!" you exclaimed exultantly as you exploded in my mouth, gripping the back of my neck tightly as I swallowed every drop. Licking your long shaft with the flat of my tongue, I didn't waste a single taste. You shuddered above me and I felt it as you leant on the railing with both arms. "Oh wow." "Please sir... I want some more." I said, cheeky smile upturned. It earned me a quick kiss. "Believe me, you'll get it. Stand up." I stood quickly, and you led me a few steps inside the room. When we got inside, I felt you step away. "Strip." Moving quickly to obey, I pushed the flimsy straps off my shoulders and let the soft white fabric pool at my feet. "You're exquisite, my darling," you said, kissing across my shoulders with every word. "Sit." I felt a chair behind me and lowered myself into it, anticipation building. The chair was straight-backed and wooden, nothing fancy. I anticipated that by the time this night was over, I'd have a thing for wooden, straight-backed, nothing-fancy chairs. "If you want me to stop at any time, just say so, ok?" you said to me. I nodded. That wasn't a likely possibility. I gasped as the skin of my bottom was suddenly pinched. "Answer me." "Yes," I whispered. "Yes, what?" you prompted menacingly. "Yes, Reid." I felt you take a hold of my arms and pull them behind my back, deftly binding them to the chair. I pulled at the knots tentatively—not too tight, but I wasn't going anywhere. I felt very exposed, sitting naked as I was, breasts thrust forward into the night air. You whistled with appreciation. "Something's missing... Ah, I know." The exposed feeling increased as you pulled my legs gently apart, securing one ankle to each chair leg. With my breasts thrust out, my pussy on display and my eyes covered, I felt simultaneously nervous and excited... and aroused. Definitely aroused. "Ok?" you asked. I nodded. A sharp sting across my thigh alerted me to my mistake. "Yes, Reid." "Better." I heard your footsteps padding softly away across the carpet. Where were you going? I heard the running of water in the bathroom, then some rustling, then more running water... What on earth was going on? Something clanked in a bag that you shifted; surely you didn't have too many more surprises in store... All of a sudden, I shrieked with surprise at the feeling of your tongue on my nipple. Flicking the wetness over one peak, you pinched and rolled the other between your fingertips, just the way you know I love. I was so wet; I could feel it as the air blew against my most private of parts... Despite my nerves, however, I got a huge thrill from being so scantily and wantonly displayed like this. For you... all for you. You spent the next eternity teasing me, however. Kissing and caressing my skin all over, leaving long and short time gaps between touches and igniting fire everywhere you went. I felt a drop of moisture run down the inside of my thigh, betraying my arousal. You were delighted at this, and licked it up immediately. I held my breath. Maybe this time, please, please, please!!! I almost screamed with delight as your tongue came into contact with my clitoris. I couldn't last long, the pressure had built and built inside me for so long, I was so desperate for release. As you pulled the tiny bundle of nerve endings into your mouth and sucked, I saw stars explode behind my eyes at the force of my orgasm. "Well that was fast..." you murmured as I came down from my high. I felt my cheeks heat. "More?" I shook my head vigorously, certain that my body wouldn't survive even a single touch. "Too bad that's not up to you..." At that, I felt a hot drop of liquid hit my shoulder, and I gasped with the pleasure/pain as the heat ran down my back. It didn't burn, exactly, just sort of... smouldered. Three more drops followed in quick succession, each burning a line of fire down the sensitive skin of my back. They were followed by drops on my breasts, stomach and thighs, each sliding down my skin and heating it almost to the point of pain... almost. The scent assailed my nostrils, sweet and musky, a scent that I knew would bring back sensual memories of this night for the rest of my life. You continued to drip the scalding liquid all over my body, enjoying my squirms and gasps and the way my skin reddened deliciously. I heard you take a few steps, and then a soft tickling began just above my collarbone. It traced down my neck and across my throat, making me wriggle. "What is that?" I asked "Hush." I felt the fluttering as you brushed the object—was it a feather?—around the outline of my breasts, moving ever closer to my nipple. My breath hitched with the new sensations, then caught as you flicked the feather across my nipple. Quick quick quick, you brushed over my sensitive peak several times before slowing down and teasing me slowly, making it harden and stand towards you. "Ahhh!" I cried out as your teeth closed gently on my other breast. Shocked, I bucked against the ropes that bound me. You quickly soothed the momentary pain with soft laves of your tongue across my nipple, rolling around and around the bud, before nipping me gently again. I groaned with pleasure, straining to touch you. Abandoning the feather, you pinched and rolled my other nipple between your fingers. Without pausing in your movements, I felt the fingers of your other hand brush up my right leg, all the way from my ankle, over my knee and then up the inside of my thigh. I inhaled sharply... Only to feel your fingers begin their descent down the soft skin of my left inner thigh. Under my knee, down the back of my calf, and around my ankle, your fingers continued their maddening teasing dance up and down my legs as your mouth and left hand continued their onslaught on my nipples -- soft, hard, then soft again. "Tease," I grumbled. I was besieged. The desperate need to see you and to touch you was almost overwhelming, yet the exquisite sensations that I was feeling were overpowering. The multitude of feelings was building and building, driving me wild with desire despite my earth-shattering orgasm only a few minutes earlier. "More?" you whispered seductively in my ear. "Yes..." I groaned, begging. I heard a soft buzzing sound. What now? "What my lady wants..." you murmured in my other ear, and then my body shattered. "AAAAHHHH" I squealed as the buzzing item came into contact with the most sensitive part of my anatomy. The vibrations shot through my body, electrifying me and emanating out from my core. "You like that?" you whispered to me, your breath playing across the moisture your mouth left on my nipple. I couldn't do anything but pant. Your lips, tongue, teeth and fingers continued their merciless assault on my sensitive breasts while you moved the buzzing shaft up and down the seam of my soaking wet pussy. Every time it passed over my clitoris, my body jerked involuntarily against my restraints. I wished that I could see you, could watch the desire in your eyes... But at the same time, I loved that I couldn't. Loved the inherent trust that was involved between us, loved the feeling of giving myself over completely to you and your wishes. I was so turned on. "Ohh!" I gasped again at the feeling, then you swiftly thrust the vibrator into my drenched pussy in one movement. "Oh God!" I shrieked. Slowly you slid the shaft out of me, then plunged it deep again, biting my nipple as you did so. I bucked against the ropes. It was too intense. The way you mercilessly pumped in and out of me as you rolled my nipple in your fingers. I needed to pull away and take a moment to breathe, but I was tied down. There was no way to escape this onslaught of pleasure. "That's it. Take it, baby," you coaxed. "I can't, I can't!" I screamed. "You can, and you will," you ordered as you pressed your thumb to my clitoris, pushing me right to the edge of a cliff that I never knew I could climb. "Come for me," you demanded and I felt myself fall over the cliff. "Yes, Reid!" I screamed as I tumbled into ecstasy. Again. I was dimly aware of my wrists and ankles being released as I came down from my high. My blindfold was pushed up on to my forehead, and I blinked in the dim light, before my eyes involuntarily closed again. I felt the rumble in your chest as you chuckled, half carrying me to the bed on the other side of the room. I could feel a sleepy, satisfied smile on my face. "I like that look," you whispered in my ear. "I like that I caused it." "I like that you caused it too," I whispered back, opening my eyes long enough to catch the slight widening of your eyes at my words, and cheekily winking at you. "But is that all you got?" You growled at that. "Bed. Now." Before I could utter an enthusiastic 'yes, sir!' you tossed me unceremoniously onto the bed, effectively silencing any protests. I bounced only once on the covers before you grabbed me by the ankles and hauled me to the edge of the mattress, so my legs hung off the side and my feet rested on the floor. "Sit up." I complied quickly, eager to see what you had in store for me next. "Watch." As if I could have done anything else. I stared, mesmerised as you moved one hand to your straining cock. I could see how turned on you were, your cock jumped as I watched, veins corded against the smooth skin. I ached to touch you, to run my fingers along the soft skin... "No." Your word, and the sharp digging of your fingers into the back of my neck, broke my reverie. I was surprised to see my hand reaching for the front of your body, desperate to imitate what your strong right hand was currently doing. Your erection stood proudly against the planes of your stomach, the glorious prize between the V'd lines of muscled just above your hips that I loved so much. "Just look. Don't touch." I moaned in frustration. Your eyes laughed at me despite your stern expression. "I mean it, Lucy. You don't want to know what will happen otherwise." You were wrong. I really, really did want to know. Once again your long-fingered hand commenced its stroking. A small exhalation escaped you as your left hand gripped tighter on my neck, anchoring yourself. I watched, spellbound, as your hand glided up and down... Up and down. Your eyes closed, focusing on the sensations. This was my chance. I reached out with one hand, and gently brushed the thick ridge that ran along the underside of your beautiful cock. Your eyes flew open, fiery and lidded. "Oh, you're going to regret that, darling. That was a big mistake." I seriously doubted that. Suddenly you grabbed me, tipping me across your lap as you sat down on the bed. With one smooth movement, you angled your body so my torso was resting on the bed beside you. You threw your right leg over both of mine and planted your left forearm on the small of my back, holding me down so I couldn't move. This was new. You had literally just taken me across your knee, like an errant child. Surely you weren't about to... You placed your hand on my naked behind, softly fondling me, stroking around and around with your flat palm. And then your hand was no longer there... Smack! I cried out, more with surprise than pain. Your hand moved softly over the sting, soothing my skin with gentle circular motions. "This is what happens to naughty girls who don't do what they're told. Does that sound like you?" I could barely remember my own name, let alone think of the answer that you wanted to your question. As I tried to corral my thoughts into a semblance of reason, your second blow fell sharply across my behind. "Answer me." You growled. "Yes!" I gasped. Another sharp sting. "Yes what?" Yes... Yes what, what did you want... "Yes, Reid." Your fingers brushed down the crease of my ass, moving closer to my sex. You dipped into the wetness there, trailing a line of moisture back up and over the curve of my buttocks. "Do you feel how wet you are? How much you like this?" "Yes, Reid, please..." "I'm going to fuck you, Lucy. I'm going to bend you over and fuck you in this sweet, wet pussy of yours, and you're going to take every inch of my painfully hard cock inside your body. Do you want that?" "Yes, Reid..." I moaned. "I said, do you want that?" "Yes!" The word left my mouth in a scream on the impact of another strike. My behind was on fire, the imprint of your hand feeling like a brand on the soft skin. And I fucking loved it. I heard you groan as you let me up, sliding deftly out from underneath me and moving to stand beside the bed. Grabbing my ankles again, you pulled them to the floor and settled my hips against the edge of the bed, face down this time. "God I love your ass." With no more prelude than that, you were suddenly buried to the hilt inside me. I stifled a scream against the sheets—I think you were bigger than usual, the extended foreplay leaving you with a massive erection. I loved the feeling of your cock inside me, it thrilled me to my core and made my body writhe as my fingers fisted in the sheets. "Reach back." Your voice sounded hoarse and strained. I wriggled against you, desperate for you to commence your pounding rhythm. I complied. Quickly you snared my wrists and held them against my lower back with one hand. With my head turned to the side I could breathe, but that was about the extent of my ability to move. Just how you wanted me, no doubt. With one hand against my back and the other maintaining a bruising hold on my left hip, you began a slow, punishing rhythm. Pulling all the way out so just the tip of your cock brushed my opening before slamming back in to the hilt, I gasped with every thrust. "Please... God... Yes... Reid! So... Fucking... Good... Don't... Stop..." You began to move faster and faster, ramming into me from behind. I could feel my stomach tighten as the sensations started to build, pressure climbing with every brush of your cock against the slick inner walls of my drenched pussy. The sound of your hips slamming against my ass with every movement of your body was so hot. Your skin moved slickly against mine, covered as we were with a light sheen of sweat from our exertions. I was close... So... close... "Come. Now." I exploded with a shriek as my body blew apart, breaking into a million pieces as my consciousness flew to the heavens. I was aware of you letting loose a guttural roar as you gave two more quick, punishing thrusts into my contracting pussy and then detonated inside me with a rush of warm fluid. We came together in a shower of sparks, a maelstrom of fireworks and an explosion of body, heart and soul. The pleasure was overwhelming as we revelled in each other's ecstasy, transcending space and time in order to simply feel.