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Before even opening an eye, Jane raised a hand to rub her temple. "Ow." After several minutes, she managed to open her eyes enough to realize this wasn't her room. "Not Good." Going home with strange guys and getting laid was one thing. That she did on a regular basis, but she had one hard and fast rule. Never spend the night.
As her senses slowly returned, and her hangover clouded brain managed to edge her eyes the rest of the way open, she noticed something. The room was empty, no guy in sight. "Good," she thought, "maybe I can get out of here without a messy "I'll call you" scene." Jane closed her eyes to clear her head and to try to summon enough strength to get out of here.
As she reopened her eyes, a gorgeous blond strode through the door. His tall lithe body moved with ease. He was the type the phrase "his muscles have muscles" was created for. For a few minutes, she was helpless to move as her breath caught in her throat. "I hit the jackpot last night," she thought.
By the time she recovered, the stranger was perched on the small strip of bed alongside her. He leaned over and gave her an almost platonic kiss on the check. "I see sleepy head is finally awake."
"Mmm," she moaned softly. His voice was even dreamier than his body. Maybe accidentally falling asleep here was a good thing after all. A man that was still attentive the morning after, that was a fairy tale that she had long ago stopped believing in. He gave her a gentle push, "Roll over sweetie and I'll give you another backrub before breakfast." She eagerly complied, backrubs were her favorite thing. "He didn't use my name. I guess that means we didn't exchange names yet." That was perfect in Jane's book. Things always got messy once names were known.
She felt the drizzle of oil on the crevice between her shoulder blades. "Mmm." His powerful hands rubbed the oil in deeply, working his way from her shoulder blades to the base of her spine, stopping well above her shapely, naked ass, and never straying far enough to the side to be on her breasts. Most guys used a backrub as a chance for a quick feel.
Jane was amazed. He seemed like a nice guy, and even after sex. After working his way back up to her shoulders, he leaned next to her ear, "Do you trust me enough to do whatever I say for the next Β½ hour."
"Sure, sounds like fun." The wonderful attention so far this morning was already getting her in the mood for another round. She couldn't remember the last time that she felt this horny in the morning, or this relaxed around a guy without a few drinks in her.
"Turn over on your back and move a little closer to the center of the bed."
As she did so, she saw him set a timer, and began to wonder if she would regret agreeing to this game. All of a sudden, the guy seemed to have an evil look in his eyes. And, the fact that she was completely naked and he was fully clothed but her at a real disadvantage.
He helped her position herself exactly where he wanted her. First, he kissed her mouth, slowly and sweetly, mouths slightly open, but no tongue. Then, a quick peck at the base of her neck. Next he moved down to her chest. A gentle kiss and soft nip on each nipple before moving down to between her legs. He gave her clit the same treatment as her breasts, and then moved on to her lips. After placing a gentle kiss there, he began to raise his head, and Jane was disappointed that he was being so reserved. She wished that she could remember what he had been like last night.
Just then, he lowered his head again, and she felt his tongue thrust quickly and almost violently into her. She moaned loudly from surprise as well as pain. He rocked his head in and out, occasionally flicking his head back and forth. She felt the walls of her vagina begin to relax to ease his passage. Now, she knew she would begin to feel the sensations of pleasure. But, just then, he suddenly stopped.
She knew he could see the disappointed look on her face. "1/2 hour isn't up yet. This is strictly for my pleasure, not yours. No complaints, now. You wouldn't want to break your word. Would you?"
"OK," she replied weakly, already regretting her choice.
He climbs on top of her, straddling her waist and pinning her to the bed. "Relax your arms," he orders, all gentleness is now gone from his voice. She complies, feeling powerless to do anything less. He raises her right wrist to the bed post, and she feels a fur covered cuff snap shut. He repeats the process with her left wrist. Without raising himself at all, he turns himself around, the rough fabric of his pants pressed against her exposed pussy, scrapping her painfully as his position changed.