0 comments/ 24263 views/ 2 favorites Chronicles of Lydia 01A By: storytyme I have decided to write this story from two perspectives, one from the man's view and one from the woman's point of view. This story is from the man's point of view. Feel free to check out the woman's point of view which is titled "Chronicles of Lydia 1B". I hope you enjoy this story. * I woke up this morning as excited as I could ever remember being in the morning. Well, at least the mist excited I had been in a few months anyways. Let me explain why I am so excited. Last week I took my ex-girlfriend shopping for new clothes. I bought them for her birthday, which is today. I know, it is a little weird I bought my ex-girlfriend clothes for her birthday. Let me give you a quick history of us and explain why I bought her some clothes. We had dated for 8 months before she broke up stating she needed to date new people. She had just turned 18 when I began dating her. I was 26. The crazy thing is she had been begging me to date her since she was 16. She was that crazy highschool girl you wished you had while you were in high school. She had been telling me that her older sister stole all her good clothing. She asked me if I would take her shopping and promised to give me anything I want in return. I jumped at the chance knowing I would get sex in return. She always wanted it as much as I did. We went shopping and picked out three outfits. I was anxious to return home for some great sex. The best part was that she had a new boyfriend and would be sleeping with me. Lydia, my ex-girlfriend begged for one more outfit. It was a light blue short skirt and a matching polo shirt. I told her I would only buy it if she allowed me to do a photoshoot of her and her new clothes on her birthday. She agreed on one condition, that we wouldn't have sex and that I could not touch her sexually on her birthday. I reluctantly agreed. We went home after shopping and had great sex. It had been a month since I had sex with her or anyone for that matter, at that point. Now to today. Lydia would arrive any minute for the photo shoot. She had text me a few minutes ago to tell me she was on her way. Her boyfriend was at work so she didn't have to worry about getting caught. I have spent the last hour cleaning my apartment and planning the shots. I hear the doorbell ring and hurry to the door. Lydia is standing there with a duffel bag full of clothes. She sees me as I open the door and smiles. She looks a little nervous. I hug her and invite her inside my apartment. "Are you excited to do this?" I ask. She smiles. Her cheeks are turning red. "Yeah. I actually have kinda been looking forward to this. I liked the pictures you took the last time when we were dating. They looked professional." "You look beautiful, as always. I like the way you did your hair." I compliment her. "Where do you want me, to start?" she asks me. "Let's start with you sitting on the couch." I watch as she sits her duffel bag down and walks over to the couch. She is wearing the pair of black slacks I bought her and a bright red silk top. I want to hold her. I miss her in my arms. She sits down and crosses her legs, tilts her head slightly to the right and folds her hands in her lap. I grab my camera and take a few shots. I adjust her arms and have her sit up straight, pushing her chest out. I help her to a standing position, directing her towards my blank wall. The wall is painted off-white. She does a few poses as I click the camera. I admire how professional and serious she is acting. I am trying to be professional also, at least for now. I suggest taking a photo in her bra and slacks, without the shirt. She lifts the silk shirt over her head, careful not to mess her hair up. I take a look at her now exposed skin and fall into lust. She looks gorgeous with makeup on and styled hair. She is a girl who normally doesn't wear makeup and wears her hair in a ponytail. She is a tomboy like her older brothers. That is what I like about her so much. She puts her arms to her side as I shoot a few photos. She was tense for the first shot with her shirt off. I tell her to relax her shoulders. "You are doing great. These pictures are great so far. Let's see you smile for the next few then we will change your clothes." She smiles and I shoot a few more pictures. She turns sideways and puts her hand on her chin. I snap a few more pictures. "Wonderful. Let's change your wardrobe now." She walks over to her bag and bends down to grab clothes. Her ass is staring at me. I want to reach out and squeeze it, but I resist. I stand surprised as she begins undressing in front of me. I shouldn't be surprised, I suppose, because I have seen her completely naked multiple times, but that was when we were dating. I guess I expected she would change in the other room since we were no longer dating and she had a new boyfriend. She is still in bra and panties, so she isn't completely naked. She pulls her kahki pants up her legs then puts on a black see-through shirt that I picked out. It matches her black bra. She slips on a pair of black high heels and fixes her hair. I take a few pictures in several different poses. She looks stunning. She is making me horny. I decide to see if she will be a little risky. The last photo shoot was fully clothed, but I want to see more this time. "Okay. I think you would look great with just the khaki's and heels." "Do you want me to take my shirt and bra off?" she clarifies. "Yes." "Okay, but no touching remember." she reminds me. I gaze in awe of her body as her perky breasts reveal themselves to me. Her nipples are sticking out. I wonder if that is from the breeze or from excitement. She poses shyly the first few shots. She gains confidence and becomes more comfortable with the next few shots. She stands bold and proud, smiling. I take one more photo. "Will you take a picture of me in just my panties and heels?" she asks. "Of course." I reply enthusiastically. She removes her heels then slides the khaki's off her legs. I catch a glimpse of her pussy lips through her panties as she is removing her pants. I will see more of those lips later if I get my way. I take a frontal picture of her in heels and panties with her hands covering her breasts. The next picture is a side view. The last one is a rear view with her head twisted around looking at me seductively. It is a great shot of her tight ass and back. She walks over to her bag and pulls out her last outfit. She also pulls out a new pair of panties and a new bra. I hope I get to see her change into those panties. She sits down on the couch and slips her panties off, giving me a view of her pussy lips. She spreads her legs slightly as she slips the panties up her right leg. She looks up and smiles at me. I think she is intentionally teasing me with her body. I raise my eyes to her face as she finishes pulling up her panties. My eyes feel like they have weights on them as they fall back down to her breasts. She puts on her new bra. It is a light blue color with a pink outline. She pulls her blue polo shirt over her head and slips on her short light blue skirt. She lays down on the couch. She leans on her side and smiles at me. I smile back at her for a moment before I remember I am supposed to be taking pictures. I lift my camera and shoot. She lifts her left leg to a kneeling position. The next shot she places her hands on her breasts. She slides a finger under her skirt for the last photo. Her playful side is coming alive. "Lets take some pictures on the floor." she suggests. I grab a white sheet and lay it out on the floor. She lays down and starts to roll around as I take several pictures. Her skirt is starting to ride up and reveal her panties as she rolls around. I can feel my dick start to grow. She is looking seductive with her serious looks and her coy smiles. "Let's take a few without the shirt" I suggest. She pulls her shirt off and throws it at me. We both laugh at her silliness. She does a few more poses before removing her bra, on her own accord. She lays on her back with her legs spread and twists her upper body to the side. She covers her breasts and gives me a shy look, then a shocked look, then a seductive smile. I can tell she is having fun with this. "I want you to take pictures of me nude." she says. How could I say no to this vixen? I watch as she strips her clothes off and lays on the couch. I stand at the foot of the couch and take a picture of he on her back with her legs closed, her arms resting on her navel. She looks so serious. So irresistable. She lays on her hip and slides her right leg up to a kneeling position once more. I am not sure if she realizes she is exposing her lips to me or not. I click away. "What's next?" she asks. I think a few seconds like I am thinking. "How about on my bed?" I ask. "Okay" she replies as she hops up, " but remember no touching." "Yes ma'am" I reply smiling. She is trouble and she doesn't know it. We walk into my bedroom. I pull back my tan sheets and she climbs in, sealing her fate. "Never climb into a man's bed naked and think it won't be sexual." I think to myself. I am hard and I know she can see the bulge in my pants. She lays on her back. I pull the sheet up over her legs to her midriff. She rests her hands on the top of her head. I lift the camera and take a few pictures of her staring at me with a serious, yet seductive look. She closes her eyes and I snap a few shots of her appearing to sleep. "Can I remove the sheet?" I inquire. "Sure." She replies. She watches me as I slide the sheet off her legs. I look at her crotch. Her labia are swollen. A glimpse of moisture has formed and is peaking between her lips. I know she is as turned on as I am. I am happy that she is enjoying this. I take a few pictures of her nude body lying on my bed. Her eyes and legs are closed, but her pussy lips are still revealed. I spread her legs without resistance. Her lack of resistance surprises me. I shoot more pictures of her naked body. Her lips have started to separate, revealing her pink inner labia. Her lips are glistening with moisture. I can hear her breathing heavier, through the silence. This moment is very erotic. I adjust my hardon and capture the moment on film. I zoom in the lens to take a few close-up pictures of her pussy. Those will be for me. I adjust one of her hands from her head and place it on her pussy. She opens her eyes and smiles shyly. Her cheeks blush. I return to the foot of the bed and take another photo. "Do you trust me?" I ask softly. "Yes. Why?" She asks. "I want to take a few different photos." "What kind?" "I want to take a couple with your hands restrained." "You promise you will not touch me sexually if I say yes?" I have never tied her up before, not even when we were a couple. "Yes. That is why I asked if you trusted me." "Okay. Yes you can." she said smiling. She just gave me free rein to her body, whether she knows it or not. I walk over to my closet and pull out a bag of goodies. I dig through the bag and pull out two straps with velcro cuffs. I tie the straps to both sides of the bed frame then place her wrists in each of the cuffs and velcro the cuffs shut. I hear a jail cell door close in my head, locking in the prisoner. That is how I see her right now. She pulled on the binds, testing them out. Her hands lay on the bed next to her head. I lean in and kissed her on the forehead. She smiles at me and I return a smile. I walk back around to the foot of the bed, take inventory of her nude body a few seconds, and put the camera up to my eye. I snap a few pictures then ask her to raise her legs. She hesitates. "I will not share these pictures with anyone." I say to comfort her. She slowly raises her legs for me. I snap a few more pictures, capturing shots of her glistening pussy and swollen clit. I am so horny and rock hard. It takes all my resolve not to touch her or place my lips between her legs as I have done so many times before. I know she is becoming more excited herself. Her breathing has quickened. For the next part of my plan, I walk over to my bag of goodies and pull out a blindfold. "What are you doing?" she asks with a concerned tone. "Just trust me." I say as I straddle her stomach. I see fear in her puting eyes as I lift her head and place the blindfold strap under her head. I slide the blindfold over her eyes and plant another kiss on her forehead. I slide off the bed and take a couple more pictures of her body with the blindfold on. I stare at her body as if in a trance. She has wide birthing hips that stick out. Her stomach is flat and muscular from her playing sports. Her breasts are a full "C" cup and still firm in her young age. Her pussy looks like a flower. I walk to my dresser and pull my MP3 player and headphones out of the drawer. The headphones are noise resistant headphones like a deejay would wear. "What are you doing?" Lydia inquires. "I am getting you some music", I answer. I straddle her body again and place the headphones over her ears. I created a playlist yesterday consisting of relaxing music by Enya, Enigma, Gregorian Monks and Evanescence. I click the playlist and set the MP3 player down next to her on the bed. I could hear the music begin to play. I climb down off the bed and and head to my bag of goodies again. I pull out two more straps and attach them to the foot post corners of the bed. I open the restraints and stap the first around her left foot. Lydia yanks her foot back, but is stopped by the strap. Her other foot retreats. "What the hell are you doing?" she says boldly. I reply, but she cannot hear me with the headphones on. I wish you could see her milky white skin, her milky white breast. She looks delicious. I grab her other leg and strap it in the cuff. Her legs are now spread wide open for me. I could have my way with her, but I won't. I want her back in my life. I will however have some fun with her while keeping my promise. I return to my bag and pull out a small phallic shaped vibrator. I climb on the edge of the bed between her legs and take in the smell of her leaking pussy. I turn the vibrator on low and press it gently against her pussy. It is running horizontal with her slit so it vibrates her entire vagina. Her hips buck up into the air pushing the vibrator away. I hear her moan softly. When her hips fall back to the bed, I reapply the vibrator to her slit. Her hips buck again as she lets out another moan. "I thought you said you would not touch me sexually!" she exclaims, short on breath. I turn the music down and replied, " I said I would not touch you sexually and I am keeping my promise. I am not touching you, the vibrator is. Lay back and enjoy." I am repaying her for cheating on me with her current boyfriend. I am repainting her for leaving me. I turn the music up once again and go back to work. I slide the tip of the vibrator between her lips and slowly run it up and down her pussy. Her hips continue to buck me. I slide a few inches inside her pussy. I hear her moans of pleasure. I grab the camera and take a picture of her face as I slide the vibrator deeper inside her inner walls. The picture captures her mouth open. I remove the vibrator from inside her and slowly slide it back up her slit. Her hips grind against the buzzing toy. I snap another picture of her face as I apply the vibrator against her clit. Her expression is priceless. The vibrator rests against her clit, making her hips dance. I hold it in place while snapping a picture of her pussy in all it's glory. Her deep breathing and groans are driving me crazy. My dick is rock hard and throbbing. The vibrator slides back down her slit and slips back inside her walls. Her hips grind against it as it makes love to her pussy. I wonder how the calming music is effecting her. Is it helping push her towards an orgasm or acting as a counter agent? An idea pops into my head. I slide the vibrator deep inside her and slide off the bed. I stand at the foot of the bed and snap pictures of her writhing body. These will be amazing pictures! I change the digital camera to video mode and place it on the corner of my dresser. I focus it so it catches her body at an angle, positioned with her left foot closest to it. This will allow me to capture her moans and her body. I climb back on the bed and pull the vibrator out from inside her shaking body. I smile ear to ear as she grunts in displeasure. It would be a shame for her to orgasm so soon. Moving my body so my hips straddle her stomach, I run the slick vibrator over her erect nipples. Her body wiggles in pleasure. I coat her nipples with her delicious juices bbefore sucking the rest off the vibrator. She tastes delicious. "Okay I give. Please touch me." she begs over the sound of the music. Grinning, I continue to tease her nipples. I don't want to break my promise to her. "MMMMMMM! No more teasing." she says loudly. I move back down to the edge of the bed and sit between her legs. My hand runs the vibrator in circles over her swollen clit. Her hips rock. Her hands pull against their restraints. Her body starts twisting and turning in a happenstance manner. Just as her body begins to shudder, I remove the vibrator. Her body collapses to the bed. I can tell she is on the edge of an orgasm. A few seconds later, I move the vibrating toy to the bottom of her pussy and begins thrusting it in and out of her spasming walls. Her pussy makes love to the toy. Ready to let her have her way, I grab a larger vibrator out of the bag and slide it inside her while placing the smaller one against her clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yesssssssssssss. Don't tease me. Please. I am begging you. Fuck me. Please!" she exclaims. Her face looks as if she is being tortured by the vibrator. Her hips are thrusting so much that her body is practically floating in the air. I fuck her insides with the large vibrator on high while the smaller one hums against her clit. Her body shudders for several seconds. I remove the smaller vibrator knowing her clit is now sensitive. Not yet satisfied with her having one orgasm, I continue thrusting the vibrator deep inside her at a rapid pace. Within minutes I feel her body shudder over and over again. Her grunts and groans fill the air. Satisfied, I remove the vibrator from inside her walls and turn it off. I hop off the bed and press the stop button. I flip back to camera mode and shoot several pictures of her sweat filled, glowing lifeless body. I hide the camera in my small handheld safe and lock it. I remove the binds from her feet. Her legs stay still. Slowly, I unbind her hands and remove the headphones. Lastly, I remove the blindfold and look into her beautiful blue eyes. Her eyes are glazed over. A smile is painted on her face. I take the vibrators to the bathroom to clean. When I return to the bedroom a few minutes later she and all her belongings are gone. Two weeks later my phone rings. The screen blinks Lydia's name. I hesitate answering. Finally, on the fourth ring I press answer. "Hi!" I say tentatively. "Hi." She says back. "Can I come over? "Ummmm. Sure. I am home." Chronicles of Lydia 01B I wrote this story from two different perspectives of the same event. The first perspective is from the man's point of view. This story is from the woman's point of view. If you would like to read the man's point of view, check out "Chronicals of Lydia 1A". I hope you enjoy. * I was dating an older man named David. He and I dated for 8 months and I really liked him. I had a crush on David since I was 16, but had to wait 2 years before he would date me. He was the first and only man I have had sex with. Our sex was great, but I wanted to try dating other people. He taught me everything I know about sex. I am now dating Mike. He is a lot closer to my age. It is easier to hang out with my friends with him, though he doesn't have his own place or as much money as David to do things. Mike can also be a dick sometimes. David is a lot nicer to me. My sister is a bitch. She always comes to my house and steals my clothes. I asked David if he would take me shopping for new clothes. I knew what he would ask for in return. I was fine with that. He always pleases me and I know how to please him. We went shopping a week before my birthday. I found two outfits that looked hot on me. David agreed to buy them for me. As we were walking towards the sales counter, I came upon a third outfit that was to die for. I begged him to buy the outfit for me, even though we had already reached his spending limit. The outfit was a light blue short skirt and a matching blue polo shirt. I had panties at home to match. He was very reluctant to spend anymore, but I gave him the puppy dog eyes and rubbed up against him with my boobs. That seemed to work most the time. He agreed on one condition: that I let him do a photoshoot with the new clothes on my birthday. I agreed knowing he would try to have sex with me again on my birthday. The photoshoot was a great idea. The last time we did a photoshoot, I was wet and horny by the end. I planned on having birthday sex with Mike and the photoshoot would be a good warm up for my body. I love feeling Mike's huge dick inside me. It stretches my walls and fills me. David and I left the mall and headed back to his apartment and had really good sex. David's dick isn't as big as Mike, but he sure knows how to lick me. Mike has no clue how to use his tongue and is unwilling to eat me. He tried once and I made him stop. I do miss that from David. Anyways, David ate me out and then I gave him a blowjob. Afterwards, we had sex. I came so hard. I forgot what it was like to have two orgasms. A week later it was my birthday. Mike had to work until 5:30 in the afternoon so I wouldn't have to worry about getting caught doing the photoshoot with David. I woke up at 8:00 in the morning, took a shower, styled my hair and applied makeup for the photoshoot. I arrived at David's house around 10am. I don't know why, but I was kind of nervous. I guess it was because I still had feelings for David and it would be tense at first posing in front of him. "Hi." I said as David opened the door. He smiled at me and invited me in. I could tell he had been anticipating this. I had been looking forward to this for the past week too, honestly. I gave him a quick hug and sat my bags down in the corner. "Where do you want to start?" I asked him. "Let's start on the couch." He said. I walked over to the couch and sat down,crossing my legs and looking at him seductively. He looked so handsome and was acting so professional. I liked seeing this side of him. He usually jokes around with me. He snapped a few pictures to begin the session. For the next few pictures, I stood and used his wall as a backdrop. I don't know why, but I could feel my body start to get hot. I guess I enjoyed him looking at my body. I smiled for a picture, then gave the camera a serious look, then a sexy look. I was enjoying these modest photos. The last session consisted of the same type of shots. "How about if we try a shot with without your shirt?" I asked David. His face lit up. I carefully removed my shirt without messing my hair up. The air on my bare skin gave me tingles. I felt shy at first posing in just a bra and pants. He took a few pictures and I was ready to do a wardrobe change. I walked over to my duffel bag and leaned over, pointing my ass in his direction. I liked being a tease for him. I sat on the couch to put on my khaki pants. He watched me as I changed. I didn't mind. It wasn't like he hadn't already seen me naked before. I spread my legs a little as I pulled my pants up, giving him a glimpse of my crotch through my panties. This turned me on. I pulled my black, see-through netted shirt over my head and put on a pair of 3 inch black heels to match my outfit. I could feel David's eyes trying to peer through my clothes as I posed in a standing position. He became more daring this photoshoot. I could see the lust in his eyes and it turned me on. I imagined him having to play with himself after I left his apartment. "Can we take a few pictures of you with just your heels and khaki pants?" he asked. I knew what he was asking, but I decided to play dumb. "You mean without my shirt and bra?" I asked. "Yes."He replies. I said, "Okay, but no touching, remember." I know that he would have loved to be touching me, but I was no longer his. I must admit that I wanted him to touch me also. I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if I let him touch me though. I didn't want him to think he had control of me or that he could have me whenever he wanted. I was getting wet and horny and decided to see if I could get a reaction out of him. I pulled my shirt and bra off and felt my nipples start to ache as they hardened. I watched David's eyes drift to my breasts. I couldn't help but blush as I saw a tent form in his pants. "Mike is definitely going to get some good sex tonight!" I thought to myself. A sly smile formed on my face as I posed for David. I was starting to get a little cold, so I decided it was time for another wardrobe change. It was now time to seduce David with my next outfit. This outfit was going to require me to change panties also. I had every intention of teasing his hard cock by showing David a glimpse of my pussy. I grabbed my next outfit from my bag and moved to the couch. I removed my pants and panties, careful to keep my legs closed. I could feel a hint of dampness on my panties. I opened my legs a few inches as I pulled up my light blue panties. I kept my head down, knowing his eyes were on my now exposed pussy. I feared he would look away if I looked up. I finished pulling up my blue skirt and shirt, ready to impress and tease. I lay down on the couch and gave a few of my sexiest poses then I slid my upper leg into a kneeling position. I hoped he could see a hint of my crotch as he photographed me. I had troubles looking at the camera rather than staring at his straining bulge in his pants. I missed his cock. I was starting to crave it. "Can I pose on the floor?" I asked. I wanted the creative freedom to move around. I rolled around like a sexy kitten as the camera captured me. I was having so much fun. The camera excited me so much. "Take off your shirt and bra" he commanded. I pulled off my shirt and threw it at him. We laughed as I removed my bra. I cupped my breasts and posed for him. I was so excited to be exposed to him. I knew my boyfriend would not approve, but I didn't care. I wanted David to want me and know what he was missing. I was feeling like a vixen. My pussy was on fire. I heard my thoughts become words. "Will you take pictures of me naked?" I asked. "Yes." He replied enthusiastically. I wanted him to see how horny I was. I couldn't believe I had tipped my hand to him. I guess my body was so excited that I wasn't thinking straight. I don't remember much about the next few poses. I was not thinking when I decided to change my position. I was laying on my stomach and I turned my head to face him, looking behind me. My pussy was grinding against the floor as I arched my back. My body was electric. I looked into David's eyes with passion. He had a trance on me. He looked into the camera and snapped pictures of my horny body. David suggested we take pictures in his bed. I thought that would be fun and look erotic. I climbed on the bed and lay on my back. He pulled the sheet up to my stomach, covering my aching pussy. I placed my hands under my head and seductively posed to the camera. I watched the camera flash as he took several pictures. David then took the sheet off my body and revealed my lusting body. I tried to hide how horny I was, but I knew the camera would pick up on it. I spread my legs and closed my eyes. I heard the clicking of the camera as I imagined a cock deep inside me. I had almost drifted off to sleep when David's voice brought me back to reality. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "That was a weird question."I thought to myself. I wondered what had prompted him to ask. If I didn't trust him I would have never taken my clothes off for him. "Yes. Why?" I asked. He responded, "Because I want to take some different pictures." "What kind?" I asked. "Pictures with you restrained." He said. I was stunned by his response and the thought of giving him control. I had never been restained before. This would take ultimate trust." "Will you promise not to touch me if I say yes?" "I promise." He said. I know he would have loved to touch me, but I was no longer his. I must admit that I wanted him too. I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if I let him touch me. I didn't want him to think he had control of me or that he could have me whenever he wanted. Within moments he had restraints tied to the bed and wrapped velcro cuffs around my wrists. My hands had a little play room, but I couldn't lower them below my head. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. His lips were soft and warm. They sent a pangs down to my clit. I watched as she made his way to the end of the bed. I knew I was in trouble. I knew he was just as horny as me. I wondered if this had been part of his plan all along. I looked down and saw sweat on my bald mound. I could see my swollen clit showing. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. All I could think about was how I would attack Mike when he came home from work. I closed my eyes and envisioned Mike ramming his long cock deep inside me. I heard the camera click a few shots of my vulnerable state of arousal. I heard David shuffle around. I opened my eyes to see David straddling me. He had a blindfold in his hand. "What are you doing?" I asked in fear. "Trust me." is all he said as he lifted my head and placed the blindfold strap over my head. I know my eyes showed horror as he looked into my eyes. All I saw was lust in his eyes. That was the last image I saw before he put the blindfold over my eyes. I heard him open a drawer and take something out, then close the drawer. I could hear him move towards me. That is when I felt pressure on the bed. I had no idea what he was doing and it concerned me. I felt him place something over my ears. Next thing I heard was my favorite song from Evanescence. I felt my heart flutter. He was so cute. A few seconds later, I felt him grab my leg and wrap a cuff around my ankle I tried to pull back and yelled" What the hell are you doing?" I heard nothing in response from him. A few moments later my other leg was spread and cuffed. I was now spread wide open. I knew where he was going with this. I tried to free my hands with no luck. I knew my wetness was evident to him. I felt him sit between my legs. I could hear nothing; see nothing; do nothing. I was hot, horny and helpless. I suddenly felt my pussy vibrating. My hips shot off the bed. I felt my lips move, but only heard music. I couldn't believe what he was doing to me. How dare he? He promised not to touch me. My mind was saying stop. My body was screaming for more. He had me just where he wanted me. I spoke loud so I could hear myself over the music. "You promised not to touch me." The music turned off and he told me he was keeping his promise. He said that he wasn't touching me, the vibrator was. The music started again. I was so damn horny. I didn't want to admit it to him, but I wanted him to touch me now. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit. I wanted to feel his hands on my body; all over my body. Instead, I felt the pure joys only a toy could give me. I felt the toy against my clit. Again my body flew off the bed. My senses became my eyes. I visualized what was happening to me while I listened to this chanting group sing a rock song. The music was relaxing while my body was tense. It was so weird. My hips began thrusting as the vibrator sunk into me. My senses were on edge. I could feel waves of warm energy flow through my veins. My walls began convulsing. I was breathing so hard. I felt him shove the vibrator all the way inside me. The vibrations were pushing me close to an orgasm. I felt the bed move. I thought he was leaving me alone with a vibrator deep inside me. He returned to the bed and removed the vibrator. Next thing I knew the vibrator was against my screaming clit. I was starting to sweat. I could feel my juices gushing. My body was going crazy. "Please touch me!" I begged. I was giving in. I didn't care about anything but having him make me come. He liked to tease my body. I was hoping like crazy he wouldn't tease me today. The vibratons on my clit were intense. I could feel my hips convulse as mini-orgasms flowed through my entire pussy while a large one rushed toward my groin. It felt like a mountain moving. I lost control of my hips as they bucked towards the vibrator. I could hear myself moaning over the music on my ears. Just before the big orgasm hit my body, the vibrations stopped. I remember yelling "Nooooooooooo! Don't stop." Damn him. I knew he was going to do this. He straddled my stomach and pressed the wet vibrator against my aching nipples. I felt him circle my nipples. My wetness spread over my nipples. The air hit the wetness and made my nipples feel cold. My body shuddered. My clit continued to pulsate like a heartbeat. It begged, no it was screaming, for attention. It seemed like forever that he teased my nipples with the vibrator. It felt so good, but I wanted to orgasm. I begged over and over for him to finish. I could have killed him at that moment. Finally, he slid back down my body. I felt him leave the bed again. A song about fields of gold played in my ears. I could feel the fields of gold and the breeze as I visualized the song in my head. I felt pressure against the bed once more. I prayed he would resume my pleasure. He answered my prayers. I felt the vibrations against my clit again. I moaned loud in rejoice. To my surprise, I also felt something spreading my pussy lips. This object was larger. It stretched my inner walls. It kept moving in deeper and deeper, suddenly it blasted my insides with intense vibrations. I lost control of my body as it started pumping in and out of me. My legs began to quiver. I tried to raise my legs, opening myself more to him, but I was stopped by the restraints. I could feel the mountain rushing towards my pussy once again. My body danced on the bed. My hips rocked against the large object fucking me. I could tell it was not a penis. It had to be another larger vibrator. I had never felt such intense emotions or feelings flowing across my body. The huge orgasm hit my pussy and rocked through my body, sending me into multiple convulsions. My clit became very sensitive almost instantaneously. He removed the small vibrator from my clit, but continued fucking me with the large vibrator. My hips continued to thrust against it. I planted my feet against the bed and raised my hips off the bed. I felt like I was humping the air. A few moments later another wave of energy flushed through my body. My nerve endings were going crazy. My muscles began to ache as they locked up. I saw colors before my eyes like a kaleidoscope. The complexity of the music kept me in a state of mind that felt out of this world. The orgasms kept coming, one after another. Each one feeling stronger and more intense. I gasp for breath as I grunted repeatedly. My pussy was gushing fluids like waves hitting the shorelines. I felt light headed. My body was overheating as sweat ran down the sides of my stomach. My mind was fried. The torturing pleasures subsided as David withdrew the vibrator from inside my pussy. My pussy continued to throb for several minutes. I gasp over and over for air as my body lie dead on the bed. I felt as though I was out of energy. I lay there for several minutes when David finally started releasing me from my binds. He released my feet, but my legs didn't move. He took off the headphones and the blindfold. I still lay motionless. I felt him lift my hands and remove the cuffs. When he let go they fell back to the bed. I heard him leave the room. I suddenly realized I needed to go. I needed to get home and shower before Mike got off work. If he saw me a mess like this he would demand to know where I had been. I forced my body to climb off the bed and I rushed to dress. I knew I could not face David right now. I heard water running in the bathroom so I quickly shoved my clothes in the duffle bag and ran out the door, towards my car. That night I was spent. I had promised Mike sex so I let him fuck me. It felt meaningless to me for some reason. The day with David made me feel wierd around Mike. I woke early in the morning from a dream. I was very horny. I climbed on top of Mike and rode him until I got off. The next two days, I had sex with Mike several times a day. I was trying to relive the type of orgasm I had at David's house, but I wasn't able to come close. After three days of Mike having sex with me, most of the times which I didn't even reach an orgasm, I started refusing sex with him. While he was at work I masturbated over and over. Nothing was working. I stayed so horny and could not get any satisfaction. David seemed to have a spell on me and only he could make me feel so good. Mike and I started fighting non-stop over the next week. I think I was intentionally starting the fights because I was sexually frustrated and he could not please me. I hated David for making me feel so unbelievably good. I finally broke up with Mike and refused his calls and texts. I locked my bedroom door and told my parents to refuse him. Two weeks after my birthday, I gave in to my feelings and called David. I knew what I really wanted now or perhaps what I really needed. "Hi." he answered in a sweet voice. "Hi." I replied in a shameful voice. "Can I come over and see you?" "Sure." he replied with a hint of excitement in his voice. I decided it was time to face David and see if I could figure out these feelings that were burning inside of me and driving me crazy. I had to find out if my loss of sexual satisfaction was because of David or just my body. I needed to discover where my feelings for him rested.