It's as well I've taken that breath, because my ability to respire is suspended when I cross the threshold. The room is lit with candles, and you are standing in front of the bed. You are completely naked, your hand slowly moving up and down your erection. The candlelight glistens on your tanned skin, and your cock is absolutely magnificent, standing out proudly from your body. My mouth drops open, and I feel saliva spring from beneath my tongue; this moistening is mirrored between my legs as I imagine your magnificent member pushing into the folds of my flesh, parting my pussy lips and impaling me...
"Kneel," you command, pointing to where you have laid out a folded towel. I scurry forward and sink to my knees, my eyes never leaving your magnificent manhood. "Good girl," you say. I tear my eyes away and upwards, looking at your face for a hint of what might happen next. "Now Scarlett, you do not move from your position until instructed. Do you hear me? Remain kneeling. Do you understand?" I nod, silently. You respond with your own nod of acknowledgement. "Good. Hands behind your back."
I obey, and you slip the cuffs back into place, securing my hands at the base of my spine. I then feel you slip a blindfold over my eyes, tightening it in place, so I cannot see anything around me. I listen intently, sensing the room around me, feeling you moving, circling me to my left. Then I feel your hand on top of my head, tilting it back. Instinctively, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out just beyond my lower lip, making a smooth entryway, and I get my reward. I feel the head of your cock rest gently on my tongue and slip into my mouth, and I groan in pleasure. Oh, at last! What I've been longing for!
I bob my head back and forth, flickering my tongue along your length, puckering my lips up and down the shaft, trying my hardest to give you the best blowjob you've ever had. I'm gratified to hear your exhalation as you sink deep into my mouth, probing the back of my throat; it's all the encouragement I need. Your cock is thick, thicker than the dildo I've been practising on, and I have to stretch my mouth around it, but I think I can manage. I pull back, feeling your hand resisting me slightly, and take a breath, then go for it. I push until I feel your cock against the back of my throat and make a swallowing motion, clenching my thumbs in my fists to help overpower my gag reflex, and I feel your hardness push past the resistance and into my throat. You gasp...you actually gasp in pleasure! A sound I have longed to hear! as I feel your entire length disappear, and my lips nestle against your body. I push my tongue out and try to reach your balls, but the thickness of your cock is more than I'm used to and I gag, my throat constricting around your length. I try to pull back, but your hand is in my hair, pulling me onto your cock, holding me down. I gag again, my whole body convulsing this time, my arms tugging against the handcuffs as I struggle for air, tears springing through my closed eyelids into the blindfold. You release me a little and I gasp a breath down, but then you shove back in, and begin to facefuck me, hard. I am completely powerless to resist, a slave to your pleasure, as you take handfuls of my hair and ram my throat with your cock, again, again, again. I feel strings of drool run down my chin, splattering onto my chest, but all I can focus on is keeping my throat open, trying not to resist, as it will only make it worse, and breathing whenever I can.
You are silent and merciless, your thick manhood sliding in and out of my mouth, in and out of my throat. Occasionally you will withdraw completely and I will take shuddering gasps of breath, until you yank my hair back and I open wide again, ready to receive you. I wonder if you will facefuck me until you cum, or whether you plan to use my cunt, my ass...oh God, I hope you do! It's been so long, I'm sure that just one thrust of that magnificent cock would trigger the orgasm I so desperately crave...
But, just as I'm having that thought, there is a knock at the door. Your cock disappears from my mouth. I hear you padding across the suite towards the entrance, and take the opportunity to spit a glob of spit from my throat; I feel it land on my knees and dribble down to the towel beneath. I breathe deeply, readying myself for your return. But then, I freeze. I hear you coming back...but you are not alone. Someone else is with you. I hear a woman's voice.
"Oh, wow," it says. "What a slut! Look at that..." and she giggles. I recognise that laugh. Hayley. The waitress from downstairs. What the fuck is happening?
"I know," I hear you say. "She's warmed me up nicely." There's a pause. I can hear noises. Rustling. The sound of friction. A soft, gentle moan. And then, the unmistakable sound of kissing, tongues intertwining, lips moving against one another. You are kissing her. She is kissing you. What the fuck is this? I move my head, trying to find a gap in the blindfold, trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening...but it's hopeless. So I listen.
