Note: This is my first story to submit to literotica, and the character Ben is not mine, he is the idea of ddwriter, who inspired me to write this.
Ben and I have known each other for a short while, we met on a nude beach we both frequented, and I decided that he was good-looking and walked over to introduce myself, being the bold woman that I am. "Hey there big guy. My name is Lily," I said, smiling up at him from my smallish 5'4 stature. Raven-colored locks framed my heart-shaped face and big green eyes stared unabashedly at all his features, as I knew he was looking at mine. Size D breasts and wide hips made me look a bit more heavyset than I actually was, but he found my curves quite enticing. We talked until the sun went down, and after passing around phone numbers, we promised to keep in touch. We talked about a whole lot of nothing most of the time, some serious subjects here and there: politics, religion, views on worldly things and laws. A few times the conversation had turned to my sexuality, but I expertly dodged his questions as to reveal nothing about myself other than I am heterosexual. He became more and more curious and his questions more and more frequent. One day after dancing around his questions (again), I invited him over for dinner and possibly a movie. Since I wasn't much of a cook, I ordered Chinese take-out. We agreed to meet at 7pm. I hopped into the shower at 6, mulling over our past conversations in my head. Maybe I should just tell him, I thought to myself. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe he'll even like it...
Dressed in a simple black blouse opened just a little too much and faded jeans that hugged my ass just a little too tightly, I answered the door, my heart pounding. He took my breath away--still as handsome as ever...and he still had the same effect on me. My nipples tightened and thoughts of him strapped to my bed assailed my mind, making it difficult to concentrate. Oh, the wonderful things I could do to this man! We had Chinese take out and some Merlot I had been waiting to open, but never had the occasion to. All while he was eating his Kung Pow Chicken, I was imagining him blindfolded, strapped down, being attacked mercilessly by my feather ticklers, my lips, my tongue...I think my arousal was showing through my actions, because Ben seemed very interested in the way I slurped up my noodles and licked my lips ever so slowly. It seemed his thoughts had turned to where mine had been since he arrived--there was a bulge forming in his pants. I decided to make it worse by nibbling on the end of my chopsticks, absentmindedly sucking them, running them over my lips. A time or two I got up to get something, and "accidentally" dropped my napkin on the floor, bending over right in front of him, my black lace thong peeking over the top of my hip-hugging jeans.
Soon after eating, Ben got a serious expression on his face. "Lily, please. Why won't you tell me anything about your sex life? You know I won't judge you. You know I'm your friend. Why do you always dodge my questions?" I blushed a deep shade of pink and thought, well, I might as well tell him. But then a better thought came to me. Why don't I just show him?
"Alright, Ben. But you asked for it, remember that. Come with me." Looking a bit confused, he followed me into my bedroom. Here goes nothing, I thought, and opened up the door.
Ben took a good look around, puzzled, and asked me, "So, why the big secret? There's nothing in here out of the ordinary." I lifted a finger to silence him, then reached for my nightstand drawer. Inside the deep drawer were all kinds of things. I pulled them out, one by one, laying them out for him to see, narrating what each one was. "Fuzzy handcuffs--classic, under-the-bed ties, feather ticklers, vibrators, books on how to drive men wild, dildos, silk ropes, different kinds of lube..." Ben just stared at the things, dazed. "Wow." was all he managed to say.
"Ben, I do wish you would say something else. I've kinda laid myself out there for you." My heart pounded, my mind filling with all the wonderful, terrible things I could do to him with these toys of mine.
"Do you, uh, use these on your partner, or are they for yourself?" There was a movement in his pants, the cloth tenting up over his obvious erection. That's the price you pay for such a huge cock, I thought to myself, and then my mind did wonderful things with that cock...brushing it over my warm, wet lips, licking the tip free of precum, pressing on all the sensitive points...my panties started to dampen as I spoke, my voice getting a bit more shaky and aroused. "They are usually for my partner...I'm not into the pain of bondage, more the teasing and torment, waiting for your mistress to give you orgasm. You have to beg for your pleasure. Though I haven't had a partner in a while, most seem to run away scared when they see all this..." I gestured vaguely to the toys laid out on the bed. Ben's erection grew even more, once again astounding me with its size. He tried to press it down discreetly, but there was no hiding his obvious attraction. "Ben? Does that...do these...excite you?" There was a lust burning deep in his eyes that turned me on even more, my panties now on the verge of soaking. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection anymore, he just let it stand proudly, at least as much as it could in those confining pants. He only nodded, and I leaned forward, pressing my breasts together right in front of his face, and purred out, "Would you like a demonstration of how these toys work?" He let out a sigh and murmured "Yes" even as I reached for the silk ropes.
"Ok," I told him. "Strip down for me, I'll need you naked for this." He looked at me incredulously, like he couldn't believe what was happening, and didn't move. I pulled him up on his feet and pulled his shirt over his head, quickly reaching for his zipper, eager to free the cock I could feel throbbing underneath. I paused and lowered his zipper slowly, oh so slowly, my sensuous fingers stroking him through the fabric, loving the feel of his hard member under the fabric. I undid the button of his pants and his cock sprang forward, into my waiting hands. "Ben! You bad boy. Not wearing underwear I see. Well, no matter. It's just one less step for me to go through. After I pulled his pants around his ankles, I looked up at him from my kneeling position and smiled wickedly. Quickly I reached for my handcuffs, latching his hands behind his back, so I could touch and fondle and stroke him all I pleased, but he couldn't touch me. He looked at me with a bit of panic in his eyes, and also a fire of lust, burning deep and hot. "This won't hurt," I assured him, stroking him, letting him take in the full view of me on my knees as I took in the full view of his enormous cock. My left hand fondled his balls as my right slid over his shaft with an oh-so-light touch, teasing him with my warm fingers.
My lips slid agonizingly slowly over his cock, rubbing against the sensitive tip over and over, bringing him intense pleasure. Taking my time, I continued my oral explorations while he stood there, helpless, his knees threatening to give out under my ministrations. Smiling wickedly, I unlatched the cuffs and ordered him to lay down on the bed. I picked up the silk ropes and tied each limb to each of the four posts securely, spread-eagled, but not too tightly. I paced around the bed, stopping here and there to brush my hands over his inner thighs, to toy with his balls, to lick at him. Bit by bit my clothes came off, first my shirt, then my jeans, all while Ben watched intently. My bra quickly followed, and I tossed it away and jiggled my breasts a bit, loving the freedom my nudity offered. All that was left was my panties, which I stripped off very slowly, watching the hunger in Ben's eyes burn hotter as I wiggled my hips to let the little bit of lace fall to my ankles. I picked it up with my foot, tossing it carelessly onto his chest, letting him inhale the scent of my arousal. My tongue swept slowly over the curve of his ear, and I heard him take a sharp breath and moan a bit. "I've imagined doing this to you for a very long time, Ben." I gently nipped his earlobe. "Ever since I saw you on the beach, I've wanted you. And now, I'm going to make you want me." I slid into bed, next to him, picking up my favorite feather tickler. I ran it over all the sensitive parts of his body, his ribs, his stomach, his inner thighs, his balls. He arched up as much as his bonds would allow, his body begging for more friction, more firmness, but all he could manage were a few moans and whimpers. The feathers brushed over his shaft and he managed to form words. "Lily...please..."
