I have a huge headache. What did I drink last night? More importantly: where the hell am I!? My eyes are open but I can't see anything. I can't move either. What is going on?! I smell a candle burning; it smells fruity; like something citrus-y and tropical. I can hear music playing, too. I'm slightly disoriented but I can tell that it's "Sex Room" by Ludacris and Trey Songz playing; and...I can't move! I KNOW I'm not tied to a damn bed...wait...and NAKED!?!?!!
I feel someone grab my dick with the softest hands I've felt in a while; soft like that cushion used in the Tempur-Pedic mattresses; yes, it felt like her hands were made to hold my dick. I feel a tongue on my balls right before a pair of lips kisses the base of my shaft; the lips are just as soft yet luscious. I start getting hard despite the fears that are going through my mind right now. I have no clue who this person is nor what happened while I was unconscious; but this feels so good; so...familiar. I try not to moan but I can't help it. Whoever this is not only knows what she's doing but she knows what I like.
She knows to lick the tip; she knows to spit on it; she knows to either suck the tip or choke my whole dick down her throat. I can hear her getting turned on as she chokes on me. I can feel her tongue licking the saliva from my balls and then spitting it back on my dick before sucking the head. I beg her to stop; pleading to be untied.
The teasing stops. I feel her body climb on top of me & she starts removing the blindfold. It's too bright at first & I am still slightly hungover. I can't make out everything that's going on but I begin to recognize the smiling face of the person sitting on top of me.
I met her months ago at a bar that I frequent. She caught my eye because of the slightly dark pink floral print sundress, matching pink and yellow bangles, and black framed eyeglasses she was wearing. She was also wearing pink eye shadow but not a lot, it blended in with her milk chocolate skin so well as if to accent her eyes instead of drawing attention to them like most girls' eye shadow. Her pink and floral ensemble was concluded with 4-inch wedge heels. They looked to be made from a straw-woven basket on the bottom but tied with half-inch wide yellow-sheer laces in a crisscross motion that led up to the bottom of her calves. I bought her a few drinks and we chatted the night away. We left the bar and went back to her place where things got hot & heavy. Most of the night is a blur but the bits and pieces I do remember are of some of the best sex I've ever had; but it was a one-night stand; at least to me it was. She started calling me every hour of every day; "bumping" into me while I was out no matter when or where I was. It got annoying and I found myself having to relocate around town & change my phone number. It worked for a while but considering my predicament, not well enough.
The room is well lit. She uses those spiral daylight bulbs; not the fluorescent ones. It really brings out the kiwi-green gloss paint on her walls. From what I can see while tied to the bed, her bedroom isn't really simple but it's not lavish either. She has an antique walnut armoire counter-cornered to the right of her bed with a matching dresser across from the foot of the bed. Nothing is really on it except a huge mirror that is attached to it & a few pictures in the mirror. She likes to keep things squared away apparently; even me.
I twist and turn trying to break free and get loose. She just keeps smiling and whispers in my ear, "Don't fight it baby. You won't regret it." She goes back down and starts to suck my dick again; eyeing me as she takes as much as she can down her throat and as much as I try not to look I am still drawn to her gorgeous hazel brown eyes. I love the way her eyes peer into my soul as her lips continue to slurp the spit off my dick. At this point I am completely over anything that was once an issue between her and me; and when she took the tip of her tongue, wrapped it around the side of my dick, and licked it up and down, I was ready to marry her.
I start talking dirty to her: "Swallow my dick down your throat", I exclaim aggressively. "Aaaaahhh, yes! Just like that!" Although restrained, I continue to command her as if I am not. "Now open your mouth wide...no, wider...good...keep it open." I begin thrusting my dick into her mouth in spite of how securely she has me strapped to the bed. I can see it in her eyes that she enjoys the way I fuck her throat; the way I leave it there until she can't breathe. I love how she spits and drools all over it and uses her hand to make sure that every inch of my dick, from head to balls, is soaking wet and erect.
I ask her to untie me; she gives me a side eye; I tell her I'll be nice; she asks for a show of good faith. She crawls up, sits on my chest, & opens her legs. I lick my lips as I see her tight little pussy in front of me. She had to have gotten a wax. There's no hair in sight, no razor bumps, no scars, or anything. She is so close I can smell its natural sweetness yet so far that my tongue won't reach even with its unnatural length.
I stopped her from spreading her lips when I saw her reaching to play with herself; I want the pleasure of separating her lips with my tongue. I tell her to sit on my face and I hold my tongue out. It tastes so good; sort of like fresh fruit; like an apple when you take that first bite and the juice and flavor burst in your mouth.
She is so wet; I mean I can't believe I'm smacking. I have to keep sucking her lips because her pussy is dripping all over the side of my mouth. She lets out a loud gasp as my tongue penetrates her pussy. I twirl my tongue around as if I'm using a pipe cleaner to swab the inside of a tube. I love the way her muscles contract as my tongue tries to make its way deeper into her pussy. I flick my tongue backwards & pull it slowly out of her pussy as the tip slides against her insides.
