After a few moments of recovery I help you to your feet and guide you, still blindfolded, to the bed and lay you on it. When you feel me behind your head, you realise that you are lying at an angle across the bed; your head in one bottom corner; it’s big enough that you can’t reach the end though. I put a single pillow under your head. There is no bedding other than a smooth, fresh cotton sheet; the room is warm so there is no need for covers besides, I don’t want you covered up!
Lying there naked, still tingling, in front of me excites you more than it should; you are no less aroused than minutes ago when you reached your first orgasm. In fact if anything, the exhibitionist nature of you being unable to see but knowing I can see you turns you on even more; you can hear your own breathing and in the distance, you can hear mine. You can feel how incredibly wet you are, you enjoy me seeing how wet you are and you know damn well you look good naked.
You’re still feeling tipsy but you want the enjoyment to carry on so you ask, very quietly, for more wine; you feel the bed move as my weight compresses the corner by your head and you feel if not smell me as I lean forward to kiss you, a dribble of wine leaking from my mouth into your own. There’s something incredibly erotic about sharing wine this way and you suck greedily, darting your tongue into my mouth searching out my own as you put your arms around my back to pull me closer, trying to pull me down on top of you. But I resist; gently but firmly I push you back and move away, telling you to lie still.
I return with what you recognise as your stockings and attach one to each wrist; the ends of which are taut enough that your movement is restricted, one arm lying at 45 degrees along the bottom edge of the bed, the other along one side. I move your legs apart so that the heel of each foot is just off the edge of the bed. Your legs are wide but not uncomfortably so. You know you are on show but from our photograph exchanges you know I love to look at your body as much as you enjoy showing me.
Again the bed gives as I climb on and again you feel me lean over close and share a sip of wine with you; this time however, you barely get to taste. I pull back slightly and open my mouth just enough to let a small trickle of wine splash onto your chest. You sense my head moving by where the wine lands; a dribble down your cleavage, a few drops on each nipple, the remainder tracing a line down your midriff to your lower abdomen. The liquid soon feels cold against your warm skin and your senses heighten, your already erect nipples stiffening to what seems like bursting point. Not touching you with any other part of my body, my mouth brushes over your skin; my tongue gently licking the wetness from your cleavage, pausing to take in the smoothness of your skin, the musk of your body spray. Your breath quickens as I gently kiss your nipples one at a time, savouring the taste of the wine and the hardness of you pert buds. My tongue follows the small dribble down to your lower belly; soft yet firm and sooo smooth! I linger here; your breath comes in short sharp pants. The nearer I get to the sweet spot between your legs, the more the aroma of your soaked pussy envelopes my being and the harder I get.
You hear my zip undo and you see in your minds eye what I’m seeing. I see the end of my almost breathing penis is wet and sticky with pre-cum as it pulses and jerks with a mind of its own and I decide to trade you; my mouth, still tasting of wine moves up to your own and I share the flavour with you. I then climb off the bed and test your senses; I stand near your head, my groin only slightly higher than the bed and watch for a reaction. Almost instantly you head turns to face me, your mouth involuntarily opening to accept me. But I’m too far away; you strain but cannot quite reach.
You relax your head back as I move round behind you to the other side. You know where I am and your head moves, tracking me as I go. This time I move a little nearer and with a surge of strength your mouth just brushes against my balls before your restraints pull you back.
‘Bastard’ you swear at me!
‘Mmm’ I whisper back, ‘say please’
‘Fuck you’ you say playfully
‘Mmm, soon’ I whisper again
‘Bastard’ you laugh, frustrated
I move back to the middle and you tilt your head back, reaching for me. This time I lower myself slightly and let my balls rest against your lips; you gently suck each one into your soft, velvety mouth in turn.
‘Let me suck you’ you plead
‘Say please’ I insist
‘You fucker’
‘Mmm’ I say as I move away
You mumble something under your breath; I return and kneel next to you; ‘what did you call me?’
‘Nothing’ you lie
‘Tell me’
‘No, I shouldn’t have said it’
‘Tell me and I’ll let you taste me’
‘I can’t’
I touch my finger to my wetness and touch your lips with it.
‘Tell me’ I tease.
You suck my finger like your life depends on it and I hear you mutter something.
‘Was that what I thought it was?’
‘Yes!’
‘Say it’
Silence
‘You want some more?’
‘Yes’
‘Then say it, what did you say?’
‘Cunt, I said cunt, I called you a cunt, now please let me taste you!’
‘I love it when you talk dirty when you’re horny’ I whisper as I kiss you greedily.
I stand back up and offer you my cock; this time there is no urgency; you know I won’t pull back. You turn you head to the side and I guide my now almost dripping cock toward your mouth. With your lips puckered you kiss the end, my wetness clinging to you. You pull back slightly, strands of dewy pre-cum link your mouth with my cock until you pull too far back and they break, catching against your chin. Your tongue appears as you lick your lips putting on a show for me. I lean forward and hover above your mouth as another drop oozes out and onto your waiting tongue.
‘More’ you plead
I work my foreskin back and forth a couple of times and two or three drops land on your lips and chin.
‘Kiss me’ you demand
I lean over and put my mouth to yours, my tongue picking up the loose drips as I go; our mouths meet and we kiss deeply; not tenderly this time but passionately, sharing the taste of my juices they way we had done with yours not so long ago! As one, both our bodies shudder as we nearly climax.
‘I want your cum’, you say ‘I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to be your whore, cum in my face, over my tits, cover me with your cum!’
‘Mmm, soon’ I tease as I pull away again. ‘But we need more wine!’ I say and you hear me pick up the phone and speak to room service; ‘a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pape to room 603 please’
You feel a hand on each calf as again you feel my weight on the bed by your legs. You can imagine me kneeling between your thighs looking up at the glisten of moisture coming from your pussy; you lift your backside off the bed and tense your thighs to ease the ache between them. To no avail. Your thighs feel the warmth as my laboured breath works its way from your knees upwards towards the very centre of your sexual being. Kissing my way up slowly I hear you moan and as I reach my destination you thrust yourself into my face.
There’s a knock at the door. I leave you frustrated to answer it.
‘Room service’ you hear
‘Just put it on the table thanks’
The words nearly cause you to choke as you realise I’ve just invited someone into the room. Seconds later you hear ‘thank you sir’ and the door closes and you sense we’re alone again. Part of you is incensed at the fact that a total stranger has seen you naked tied to the bed, but a bigger part of you feels even more horny for the very fact that unwittingly, you have just realised one of your fantasies – to flash at a stranger! I kiss you, ‘you liked that?’
‘Mmm, you bastard!’ you pant
‘Now where were we?’ I whisper
‘You were about to like my c…’ you mange to stop yourself – just!
‘Ah yes, I’ll just get out of these clothes’ I say as you hear me strip and I take my place back on the bed, my head between your legs; I almost think for a moment that you’ve pee’d yourself as you are so wet and a damp patch has formed on the sheet under your pussy.
‘Wow, you really did like that!’
I taste you and again you thrust up to meet me
‘I need to cum’ you say as I kiss you, sharing your juices with you; ‘please make me cum, and cum with me’
‘I’ll trade you’ I say as I reach up and release one of your hands. I kneel up next to you and place my hand between your legs, my fingers working into you.
You rip off your blindfold and reach for my cock pulling it toward your mouth. For a brief few seconds we masturbate each other until I can’t hold back any longer; watching you work my cock as you look longingly at it, your mouth open as you struggle to breathe proves too much for me. My head flies back and I arch my hips forward as my orgasm hits me; I keep working my fingers deeper in you as the first spurt of my cum arcs across your chest and face, as my cock pulses more, my cum pumps out into your waiting mouth and across your tits. The sight and feeling of what you’ve done to me is too much for you and you buck and writhe on the bed, your moans almost turning into screams as you swear and cum in unison.
My hand is literally soaking as your legs tighten around me and your orgasm squirts over me, your face and chest similarly wet from my own intense cuming! I collapse next to you and pull you close; you lay your head on my chest as we catch our breaths and playfully draw shapes on your wet chest with our fingers.
We kiss, and we rest.