My boyfriend Mason was staring at me, his mouth gaping, his eyes as wide as I think I've ever seen them. "You... you want to... what?" he finally managed to stammer.
I bit my lip, not sure if I could repeat it. It had taken a lot of courage to share my fantasy the first time. I looked down, and twirled my auburn red hair around a finger. "I want to tie you up," I repeated, firmly, but still not being able to look him in the eyes.
I'm sure this came as a shock to Mason. I had never expressed much interest in expanding our sex world beyond the vanilla. I mean, we got a little raunchy; we tried all sorts of positions, Mason was a big fan of road head, and attempted some costumes and role play here and there. I'm sure my request wasn't the only thing that left him agape and veritably speechless.
My auburn hair was loose and curled, and it fell to my pale, freckled shoulders, that were left bare as I was wearing an off the shoulder, red mesh chemise. It hid nothing; my light pink nipples atop my generously DD cup breasts were hard and seeking attention; my rounded stomach pooched out slightly, but Mason never seemed to mind the extra pounds. A matching red g-string was curved over both of my generous hips, and if you looked behind me, my thick ass was on obvious display. My full lips were covered in a matching red, and my eyes were lined heavy with kohl. In short, I hope I looked like the seductress I was aiming for.
Mason looked me up and down, and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes; "Okay, Lily, you can tie me up." He paused, making sure I was paying attention. "But I get to tie you up next."
I held his gaze as I pondered the offer; I wasn't against the idea, of course, it had been an intriguing fantasy since I started reading and watching porn. It was a matter of trust, to me; and if Mason could trust me to tie him up, I could trust him enough if we switched roles.
"Deal," I said. "But I want my turn now." I gestured to myself, "I didn't get all dressed up for nothing." I waited until he nodded to that, before adding "And, there's one more thing."
Mason's eyebrows shot up. "Ballsy tonight, are we, baby? Fine, what's the next request?"
I stepped closer to him, leaned into him, and said against his lips "I want to film it."
I could feel him shudder. Videoing us fucking had been one of the first requests Mason had asked when we started having sex, and I had always intended to give in. Once we were there. I hid a smile in his neck as I licked it and then bit, right where his neck met his shoulder, a sensitive spot of his.
"What has gotten into you?" Mason questioned, grabbing my arms and pulling me closer, to rub his already hardening bulge against me. "This is so unlike you." He rushed to assure me, "That's not a complaint, though. I am loving this experimentation."
"We've been dating for almost 6 months now," I explained. "This is the longest I've ever dated someone. I've wanted to try all of these things, it's just a matter of trust for me. It always has been. You know that."
My first few experiences with my first few "boyfriends," if you can call them that, weren't the best. They were never intentionally cruel, but there came a point where it was obvious that their ends meant more than mine did. And I could never fully trust them.
But Mason was different. He already cared so much more than any past guys ever did. He made sure I always came, for one; which shouldn't be as rare as it is, but there you have it. And if I made the move to stop, even if he was close to finishing, he always respected my wishes. He never pushed; he asked once, maybe twice, and respected any answer I gave, whether it was yes, no, maybe.
So yeah. I was willing to try all that I had wanted with him, and might be talked into trying a few of his fantasies, too. Most of his fantasies were mine, too, anyways.
I led him to my bedroom, where I had already set up the restraints, one on each bedpost. The camera was also already ready to go, sitting on a tripod to the side of the bed so it wouldn't just see our asses. I had checked angles as best as I could; I pushed the record button, and slowly swayed back to stand in front of my sexy boyfriend.
I started kissing Mason, sucking his tongue into my mouth, pressing mine into his. I moved my hands to the bottom of his t-shirt and pushed it up his body, high enough to where he had to finish the job of removing it. He threw it somewhere in the room and grabbed my face in both hands, dragging my mouth back to his. Immediately our tongues started tangling, and my hands went back to working on his clothes; this time, to push his sweatpants and boxers down his legs, setting his erection free for me to play with.
I gripped it, tightly, my thumb moving over the head of his cock as he groaned into my mouth. He stepped out of the clothes at his ankles, and moved to try to take off my outfit, but I stopped him.
"No," I said breathlessly. "I want to wear it; I feel sexy in it."
"You're sexy in everything, baby," Mason mouthed into my ear. "But this is your show. I'll let you run it."
He stepped away from me and laid down on the bed, arms and legs spread, waiting for me to lock him into place.
I moved to the top post to his left, and secured his wrist. He tugged, testing the strength of the bonds, and, satisfied they'd hold him, he let his arm drop while I moved around the bed, fastening his legs next and then his other arm.
Then I looked over him, at the picture he made. His chest was broad and hairy, with a goody trail leading down to his thick cock; he wasn't very long, but as thick as a beer can, and I loved feeling him stretch out my tight cunt. His long, lean legs were also quite hairy, and spread obscenely. I could see the taint below his ball sac, and his puckered asshole between them. That was another fantasy I wanted to try, if Mason was willing. I'd love to know how he'd take a toy into his asshole. Along with how I'd take a toy into my asshole, since I hadn't done that yet, either.
"Are you just going to stare at me?" he asked, obviously getting a little shy at my lengthy perusal.
I moved my eyes to gaze into his, and smirked. "Well, it's my prerogative to do so, isn't it? You're here at my mercy, after all. Which you did agree to."
"Just remember," he taunted. "Turnabout is fair play."
I took that as the warning he intended it, and climbed onto the bed to straddle his waist, rubbing my wet slit against his cock; it had waned a little, with the time it had taken to restrain him and examine him. But I could feel him stiffen against me once more, and I smiled, leaning down to kiss him again.
Kissing was such an underrated act of foreplay and sex; even as much as people talked about loving it, I still didn't believe it got the praise it deserved. It was exhilarating; the passion between two people as their mouths mimicked the action that their bodies wanted to. The gasping breaths, the groping and grinding.
I was lucky that Mason appreciated the art of making out just as much as I did; he never tried to make me move on to other parts of sex, he could make out with me as long as I wanted.
He nipped at my lips, pulled my lower lip between his and sucked; I moaned, then whimpered a little as he soothed the bites with his tongue. I gripped his head between my hands and slanted my mouth over his to send my tongue in for a deep and wet assault. I ate at his mouth, unable to get enough, and he allowed it. Reciprocated it. Loved it. We were both moaning by the time I withdrew, for us both to gasp in some air.
"I love what your mouth does to me," he sighed, his arms twitching as he tried to reach for my face, to, I assume, brush his thumb over my bottom lip; it was one of his favorite things to do, and it was quickly becoming one of mine, too.
I grinned at him, loving the reminder of that power that I had over him. I moved my head to lick his ear, kiss his straining shoulder, and then shifted to scoot myself down his body just a tad, so I could kiss and lick my way across the top of his chest.
"You're probably going to really love what my mouth is about to do to you, baby," I promised. I swirled my tongue around one of his nipples; as most males, he couldn't really feel any sensation when I did that, but I still enjoyed showing his nipples some treatment. It just seemed like good karma for my own nipples to get the attention they always seemed to desire.
Speaking of... I drifted back up his body and pulled out one of my breasts from the chemise; holding it in my hand, I tapped it on Mason's lips, and he eagerly opened them to engulf as much of my tit into his mouth as he could. I cried out as he sucked hard, tonguing the nipple, swirling his tongue around it the same way I had just done to his. "Fuck yes," I hissed, gripping the back of his head with my other hand, keeping it pressed to my breast. When he started to gently gnaw at my nipple, I started rhythmically grinding my wet pussy against his stomach.
He moved his mouth off one to say "I can feel how wet your cunt is getting, and I fucking love it. Let me make it wetter. Give me your other tit, baby." And though I should remind him who was in charge here, with him tied up and whatnot, it hardly mattered when I wanted the exact same thing he did, so I presented my other breast to him and he lavished it with equal attention.
The sensations of his lips and tongue around my nipples were thrilling; and if I didn't have such specific plans for this night, I'd shift myself down to start riding his cock immediately. I was wet enough, and I knew he was hard enough. I could feel his rigid cock against my ass, right in the crack; he was so hard his cock was standing up straight, and rubbing against my crack with every arch I made, rutting against his stomach still.
