Who else knows? How could anyone else know? But you're pretty damn sure you do. As you re-read the text I have typed, there is no question in your mind that sharing an online class with me is going to have more sexual innuendos in the weeks ahead. This first reference was guised as an editorial opinion about national policies "that bind us, as if we were handcuffed behind our back, being force fed a rigid ideology."
The memory comes rushing back to you, piece by piece at first and then in a blinding blur. It started with the wanted cocktail or three to get your desire in the front seat and your inhibition in the back seat, but you knew what kind of evening it likely would be. Your pussy was shaved smooth as silk, your best pair of g-string bikinis on, and of course, your boots, were all part of the prep work you had partaken of as a kind of fore play to that night's escapade.
Not the kind of place you would have frequented at all, but the notion of taboo and anonymity enticed you. It started out as an idea of not so public sex: I knew of a place that had peep shows and holes cut into the walls between the booths. Glory holes, as they're known. The idea was to have some harmless fun. Walking past the counter clerk, very aware that you were the only woman in the place and all eyes were on you, butterflies swarming around in your stomach with the buzz floating in your head.
We quickly made our way to the back where the booths were, into adjoining stalls, feeding 5 bucks into the video machines. You began flipping through the channels, surprised at all the different kinks available for viewing: interracial, transvestites, male gays, lesbian, S&M, finally settling in on watching some fake titted bleach blonde getting plowed from behind by a monster cock.
You look down to waist level and notice the hole. The glory hole. As if on cue, you see my cock sliding through the hole hard as nails and already leaking pre-cum. You wrap your hand around my cock and slowly, lightly caress the length of me, up and down and around and around. For a little reminder of who was in charge on this side of the wall, you dug you finger nails into my shaft, slowly increasing the pressure and feeling my reaction as I involuntarily flexed my cock.
You spit on your hand and begin working your magic on me, stroking me up and down, squeezing my head and then back down my shaft again and again. I'm getting so turned on by your actions and you know it. Your pussy is wet and your clit is rigid, and you know that I know. You're looking forward to getting my cock up inside of you. But in this moment, it's time to tease me like crazy. We made a 'no cum' rule and you want to take me to the edge and keep me there a long time.
Squatting down you get my cock lined up with your mouth and tease me with your tongue while you stroke me, flicking your tongue across my cock head as your hand strokes and squeezes out pre-cum, one drop after the other until there's a continuous trickle. You trace circles around the crown of my cock and continue stroking me, until you think you might get me to break my no cum promise by taking me all the way into your mouth. You part you lips and slowly slide the length of my cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. I try to help out by bucking forward but the wall stops my movements -- you'll go as fast or slow, deep or shallow as you damn well please.
Using your hand and mouth, you go to town on me. Soon you'll have a huge mouthful of cum. You can feel my cock head expanding. You can taste the increase of pre-cum seeping out of my balls and into your mouth. You start vacuuming your mouth and trying to suck the cum out of my balls, up through my shaft into your mouth, down your throat, and into your stomach. Just as you're sure I'm about to spurt my seed onto your mouth, I suddenly withdraw my cock from your mouth and out of the glory hole.
I zip up, open my door and exit the booth and open your booth. I lean over you, stick a $20 into the video machine, and tell you to stand up and face the screen. Then I grab both of your wrists and pull them behind your back where you feel the cold steel of handcuffs going around them, clicking into place. Then I lift your shirt over your head and down your arms and let it rest on your handcuffs, exposing your hard nipples and bare skin to the crowd of guys that have been mulling around back by the booths hoping to catch a glimpse of you in action.
I reach around you from behind and pinch your nipples, slowly applying pressure and pulling them away from you until they reach the threshold of pleasure pain. Just as suddenly, I let go of them and you feel the coolness of a nipple clamp being placed upon them, just tight enough to hang on. I tighten them a little and they feel really snug, sending a tingling sensation right down to your engorged clit.
While all this is taking place, the door the booth next door where I was slams shut. The sound of a zipper is heard and a semi-hard cock slides through the hole. I tell you to squat down and take it into your mouth. Just as you open your mouth, the sales clerk yells from the front of the store that only one person is allowed per booth. I back out of the booth and without closing the door to the stall, tell you to continue.