Sealing the deal
So there I was, naked, standing and spread eagled. My wrists and ankles were cuffed and linked to hooks fixed to the top and bottom corners of our bedroom door frame. My cock was hard and was responding to some skilled fondling. There were slurping noises.
I looked down at Izzy who was kneeling at my feet. She looked up at me and she had that twinkle in her eye. She was wearing jeans and a white top, showing just a hint of cleavage, making my nudity look even more incongruous. She couldn't speak because her mouth was full of cock. Her right hand cradled my balls and the middle finger of her left hand was tickling my anus.
She removed her mouth and paused. Her right hand began a teasing wanking motion. She had me right on the edge. She knew it, she loved it and she was about to get her way.
"You remember what we were just talking about at breakfast?" she said.
I nodded.
"Have you thought about it some more?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Are you up for it?"
"What can I say? You have me somewhat at a disadvantage right now."
She tickled my most sensitive spot just below and behind the glans. I groaned. My cock twitched. It was delicious agony.
She removed her left hand from my bum, thrust two fingers in her mouth and lubricated them with saliva. The hand returned and the fingers slowly began to work their way into my arsehole, gently at first and then more forcefully. My cock stiffened, almost painfully, as the intrusion took effect.
"If you decide now, I will finish you off."
"And if I don't?"
"If you're not sure, I will leave you here for an hour or so while you think about it some more and I'll go and do the shopping. It's your call."
We were teasing each other. She had me right there and she knew it. I had no chance. What was she getting me into?
"OK, you win," I said. "Let's do it."
"I knew you'd see it my way," she grinned. "You won't regret it. It's going to be an
adventure."
Her lips opened and closed around my cock again. Her right hand continued to stroke, slowly at first. Two fingers began to slide up and down in my arse, curling towards my prostate as they did so. I was losing control. Izzy was deep throating me as well now. I had never had a girlfriend who could do that before. The sensations were building up.
I was moaning and uselessly trying to thrust at her. I just managed to say "I'm about to come".
The orgasm was powerful, one of the best ever. Maybe it was the clothed female, naked male dynamic, maybe it was the restraints, maybe it was Izzy's digits up my backside, maybe it was her superior oral skills, but I think it was none of those things.
It was the realisation and acceptance of the momentous decision I had just made - we had just made. I had no idea where we were going to end up, but I was pretty sure Izzy had a few things worked out already. Our lives were never going to be the same again.
If anyone could weave sexual magic, Izzy could. The girl had no limits to her imagination, no inhibitions and her powers of persuasion were unequalled.
As I ejaculated, she wanked me onto her tongue, taking care not to spill a drop of milky semen. She expertly continued to stroke until she was sure I was spent and my cock had begun to shrink. She kissed the head as it slipped out of her willing mouth. Her fingers slid out of my arse and she stood up.
Suddenly her lips were on mine. Our mouths opened and her tongue delivered the entire sticky load to me. She was sealing the deal. I swallowed.
She stepped back and raised an eyebrow.
"All gone," I said, opening my empty mouth.
"Awesome," she said, "Good boy". She gave my balls a squeeze.
She knelt down and began to untie the restraints.
"You have a shower and I'll finish the paperwork."
"I'll be ready by the time you're dressed."
Izzy gets her man
By now you'll be wondering who I am, who is Izzy and how did I get to be tied up and wanked in my bedroom door frame one fine sunny Saturday morning in Hackney in April? And what was I getting into? All will be revealed in time.
My name is Matt and I am 25. This is the story of my sexual adventure with Izzy, so I will avoid false modesty and give it to you straight. I am tallish (over 6') slim and reasonably fit. I have long brown hair. I work in IT, but you don't care about that. I am told I am handsome - blue eyes, square jaw and women seem to go for my smile. I am smart but quiet until I get to know you. I can be funny in a dry way, but I'm not the life and soul of the party and I feel more comfortable in small groups.
I have never had a problem dating girls. They seem to go for me and then we get talking. Before you know it, there we are.
My cock is above average, in girth and length - I know this because I looked it up in Wikipedia - but it's not a dangerous weapon. I don't think size should matter, but I know girls who think it does. They have not been disappointed - it does the job and I haven't had any complaints.
I think I am a sensitive and considerate lover. Izzy thinks so too. She says my oral skills are as good as any she's experienced. I have stamina - I can last as long as I need to. I can always get her off and that goes a long way with a girl, in my book.
She asked me to write down our story, so here it is.
Izzy is my fourth serious girlfriend. There have been one night stands, but I'm mainly a one girl guy. We have been together for six months now. What I call the Doorframe Incident happened after three months, just after we had moved in together. It was a watershed moment. This was the real start. We have never looked back.
Izzy is a force of nature. What I write can't begin to do her justice. How did I meet her? At a New Year's Eve party. We had mutual friends. She honed in on me and we just hit it off.
So on New Year's Day, I woke up in her bed with my cock in her mouth. If you think this seems to be a habit of hers, don't worry, we do lots of other stuff. She has a thing about my cock. That's OK by me.
Izzy is 23 and is a wannabee fashion designer. I think she is good too, but what do I know? It's a tough gig. She went to fashion college, graduated top of her class and is working hard at her first job. She has her own style of dress, sometime wearing classics, sometimes second hand store combinations, some things she makes herself. Her clothes often make her stand out, but she looks stunning anyway so that helps.
She has brown hair like me, but cut in a short urchin style, tomboyish and she is slim and tall with brown eyes, high cheekbones, a turned up nose and full lips. Who does she remind me of? Sort of Uma Thurman brought up to date.
She is shorter than me, unless she wears killer heels. Her figure is perfect as far as I am concerned - pert bum, flat stomach, breasts that hold themselves just so, because they are not too big to get weighed down. They curl up to the nipple, just inviting you to dive in and suck. I could look at them all day.
She plays cello as well and she's good. She once played The Swan from "Carnival of the Animals" by Saint-Saëns in the nude. It was so beautiful I cried. You don't forget something like that. If you don't know it, Google it.
That's all fine, but to get Izzy, you need to understand her personality. She is confident and cheeky and what I would call a modern feminist. Political feminism takes you so far. Izzy believes in sexual feminism as well. No more double standards. No slut shaming. No apologising for being a sexual being with sexual appetites.
Soon after we met, I commented on her insatiable appetite for sex and asked her what she thought about it. She replied,
"Women who like sex are called sluts. It's a put down and an insult to sexy women everywhere. It is pejorative and wrong and I see it as the last gasp of male sexist double standards. I am not a slut. I am a very horny woman, and don't you forget it."
She has a libido like no woman I have ever met. She is always horny and always coming up with new ideas, which is how I ended up in the door frame that Saturday morning. I had always thought that most women had lower libidos than men, but this is not true and it's certainly not true for Izzy. (If she likes you, you have to go along for the ride. You have no choice, but you won't regret it).
Back to New Year's Day. The sex had been good, but we hadn't been too drunk to enjoy it and the morning after it was even better. It seemed as if we had an almost psychic connection. We each knew instinctively what the other was thinking and what we liked and got off on. This made me incredibly turned on and my recovery time between fucks shortened surprisingly, though I could always use my mouth instead.
We were soon spending so much time together that we hardly ever slept alone. My cock usually had that pleasant ache that tells you you've been using it too much, but in a good way. We have a kind of honest and frank connection that allows us to hold nothing back. We told each other our fantasies, what kind of porn we liked, what we had done and with whom and when. It was no surprise to me to learn that Izzy was way ahead. She had already acquired an impressive repertoire of deviant skills and I was left in no doubt that many of them would soon be coming my way.
