It's a beautiful day as I pull up in front of your apartment. My heart is pounding with anticipation. It's been much too long.
I approach the door and notice an envelope marked "Read me, slut" taped to the front. I open it up and find a note that says, "Unzip your pants, pull your cock out, ring the bell. Then put your hands behind your back and wait." Now my heart is beating even faster, but I have no choice but to obey.
I do as instructed. It seems like an eternity, standing there and waiting, my cock twitching in the breeze. Finally you open the door. "What a fucking pervert you are," you sneer. "I should call the authorities and report you. Get in here before the neighbors see you, whore."
I step inside and you immediately thrust your tongue into my mouth and let your fingers dance over my already throbbing dick. I feel like I'm going to burst!
"Put your dick away, then strip down to your boxers and follow me," you instruct. I get out of my clothes and follow you through the kitchen. We head outside and you sit down at the patio table and take out a cigarette, then instruct me to light it. I do so, feeling incredibly vulnerable standing out there in just my boxers. You squeeze and prod me through my boxers for a couple of minutes before telling me to sit, while you enjoy your cigarette.
"Take your cock out and stroke it," you command once I'm seated. I'm hard as a rock and slowly run my hand up and down the shaft. "Play with it and put on a little show for me while I finish my cigarette," are your instructions. I do so, all the while hoping that no one walks by. Occasionally, you nudge my balls with your toes, taunting me about what a pervert I am for jerking off in your backyard.
After you finish, you tell me it's time to head upstairs. We get up from the table and you tell me that before we go in, I am to remove the boxers. My face flushes as I lower them and hand them to you. Standing there completely naked, you laugh, once again telling me what a fucking pervert I am.
You usher me in the house and up the stairs in front of you, slapping my ass along the way.
Once in the bedroom, you have me lay face up, my head toward the foot of the bed. You put a blindfold on me and then proceed to tie me, spread-eagle to the bed. You tie me in such a way that I can't close my legs or arms, but you can get me to move a bit forward or back in the bed. Initially, you have me lying with my head off the edge of the bed. "Don't go away," you say as I hear you leave the room, giggling.
I lay there and wait, my cock at attention, until I finally hear you return.
I feel your hot breath as you whisper in my ear, "Now whore, you're going to please me. Don't fail me or you'll be sorry." With that, you stick your tongue in my ear, causing an audible moan to escape my lips. "Stick your tongue out, slut," you instruct. I do so, and the next thing I know your asshole sinks right down onto it. I hear a little gasp from you, as I begin to service your ass.
Over the next hour, you use me for your enjoyment. Sometimes with my head off the bed, and sometimes with it on, maneuvering me into whatever position you feel gives you the most pleasure. You use my mouth and tongue in your ass and pussy, you make me suck your clit and your nipples. You mash your juicy pussy all over my face, making it glisten with your wetness.
Several times, you drench my cock in lube and stroke it, slowly and deliberately, bringing me close to orgasm. The lube drives me crazy and every time you stop before I get too close to the edge, laughing when I thrust my hips at nothing, trying desperately to reach that edge.
After you've cum several times and covered my face in your juices, you announce that you're hungry. You untie me and tell me to get dressed, but not to put on my underwear.
I go downstairs (where my clothes are) and do as instructed. A few minutes later, you come downstairs, dressed in a long skirt and tight blouse that shows off your magnificent tits.
"Like what you see, slut?" you ask.
"Yes, Mistress," I reply with a visible gulp.
"Then you're going to love this," you say as you lift the skirt to show me your gorgeous and naked pussy underneath.
You give my hardness a playful squeeze through my pants and say, "Let's go. You're driving."
We walk out to my car and get in. You give me directions as we go. While I drive you rub my dick through my pants. I begin to worry that too much pre-cum will stain my light pants.
We end up at a nearby chain restaurant. We head inside and are seated at a booth. You immediately slip off your sandals and stretch your leg out under the table, putting a foot in my lap, pressing on my hardness. I let out a little moan and you giggle, sarcastically asking if something is wrong.
The waitress comes over and asks if we'd like anything to drink. You order us each a beer.
Shortly, she returns with our drinks and asks if we're ready to order. You don't allow me to say a word as you order salads for us both. She asks what type of dressing we want, and you tell her that you'll have yours with Italian, and I'll have mine without any. She looks at me with a puzzled look, but shrugs and walks away.
After she leaves, you take a sip of your beer. When I reach for my mug, you tell me not to touch it. You get up from the table with your drink and walk away, leaving me wondering.
A few minutes later, you return to our booth, your beer still in hand. You sit down at the table and give me an evil grin, making my heart race. You take my beer and give me yours. You raise the mug and say, "Cheers", waiting for me to take my drink. I pick it up and notice that I don't have a frosty beer. In fact, the mug is warm!! My eyes widen as the realization hits me that you've dumped my beer and filled my mug with your pee!!
You laugh at my horror saying, "You will drink the entire mug by the end of our meal."
Your foot goes back in my crotch where it remains throughout our meal, keeping me on edge.
When the waitress returns with our salads, you take a bite of yours and tell me that it's very good. I take a bite of my dry salad and make a face.
