David walked me home, telling me as we came out of the woods, where he lived. I couldn't believe it; we only lived two streets away from each other, yet we had never bumped into each other. As we got to my front door, he took my door key off me, but, before he opened the door, he pressed me hard against it, pressing his lips to mine. I could feel him stirring again.
'You want to come in for a coffee?'
'That would be nice, you remember how I like it?' he asked smiling.
'Oh yes, I do.'
With that, he opened the door, stepping aside so I could enter first, then followed me in. Going straight to the kitchen, I threw my backpack on the table then busied myself putting the kettle on.
'Where's your bathroom?' putting his open hand to the front of his pants.
'The last door, down the hall,' pointing in the direction I meant. Watching him go down the passageway, my mind was in a whirl with what had happened earlier.
Thinking to myself, I wonder if he enjoyed fucking me as much as I did him. Then I heard the kettle switch off, which brought my mind back to the here and now. Hearing the toilet flush, and him washing his hands, I thought, for goodness sake, concentrate woman, concentrate.
As he came back into the kitchen, I was placing the mugs of coffee on the table. 'You want something to eat, you must be hungry after all the exercise you've had,' grinning at him as I wedged open the back door, as it was still quite warm, and with the heat of cooking, I didn't want either of us passing out.
'Well, I am getting rather hungry, so I won't say no. Tell me, where do you keep your crockery, knives and forks, and such? I shall set the table, while you cook.' I told him where he could find everything, then prepared and cooked tea. After we had finished, I started to clear all the pots away; leaning by the sink, I began to wash up. David came up behind me, pressing hard into me as he grabbed the towel.
'The sooner we get done, the better,' he said in such a low voice by my ear, sending shivers through me, right down to the tips of my toes. His open hand was resting on the small of my back near my hip, as he could feel me shiver.
'You cold? he asked, a wicked, but sensuous smile on his lips. I could feel his cock lengthening between my ass cheeks again. I could feel my thighs getting moist again.
When everything was cleared and put away, we finished off with a coffee, putting a touch of Bailey's Irish Cream in. I knew he liked this, as it gave the coffee a nice smooth rich taste.
'Would you like to go outside with your coffee? We can sit by the table. I think it would be nice to finish the day outside,' looking him in the eyes.
'Yes, of course, here let me carry your coffee for you. You show me the way.'
While we were talking of times gone by, he turned me around, so I was facing him. Placing his open hands on my hips, he lifted me by my waist, sitting me on the table-top, spreading my thighs wide, as he stood between them. This made my skirt ride up to my ass. He glanced around, saying as he did, 'Not really overlooked, are we? The things I would love to do to you,' slipping his tie off and running it through his fingers. His eyes never left mine.
Standing between my legs, his hands resting by my sides, his thumbs circling my inner thighs, he could see my pussy as it began to leak and glisten. Smiling, he took a deep breath, taking a step back. 'You smell like sweet honey. I so want to taste you again and lap all your juices.'
Taking my mug out of my shaking hands, he told me to lean back so my butt was on the edge of the table. I did this, resting on my elbows so I could watch what he was going to do. I could feel my pussy lips opening for him.
Unzipping his pants, letting them fall to the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. His cock looked to be as hard as it was earlier that morning. He put his forearms under my knees, lifting them further up and off the table, so my ass was hanging off the edge of the table. My eyes widened as my fingers went straight to my nipples, my fingernails scraping across them as I watched him. Slipping his tongue across his lips, his eyes never left mine as he smiled.
'You ready to be tongue fucked, babe.'
All I could do was nod my head at him, remembering what had happened earlier. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and thumbs, which sent flames of desire down to my needy cunt. A moan escaped my throat, which made his rock-hard cock twitch as precum sparkled on the tip of his helmet.
He noticed some thin rope near the back door. 'Just what I need, don't move.' Going to where the rope lay, he picked it up, slipping it through his fingers as he made his way back to me. He tied my ankles fast to the table legs, and there was enough to tie my wrists to the top legs of the table as well. But, before he fastened me to the table he stripped me, then placing the rope between my cunt lips he pulled the rope upwards and backward and forwards making my clit burn and my pussy leak with pure need, then fastened me down, I couldn't move at all.
Going back to my pussy, 'Fuck Dee, you are dripping wet,' licking his lips he bent over, licking and sucking at my juices, flicking my clit with finger and thumb then pinching it, the tip of his tongue then snaking up my hole. 'My God, your clit is protruding,' pushing his tongue in and out of my pussy. Pulling back a little, he could see how red my pussy was getting. 'Oh, I am so enjoying this,' as he made eye contact again while brushing his open hand along my clit and pussy, then rubbing all my juices up and down his hard cock.
'Tell me what you want Dee. Tell me what you would like me to do to you, my slut.'
'I want your cock in my mouth, I want to suck you off, taste you as you feed me, but I can't, as you have bound me to this table, and I want you to pinch my clit hard, and wank it just like you used to, remember!' I panted, licking my lips.
'I sure do,' smiling a mischievous smile. 'And that's how I intend on keeping you, I want to see your juices dripping down to your ass,' he said. Standing up, he made his way to my face. 'Open your mouth for me and stick your tongue out. You want to feel my cock, do you?'
Smiling, I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, so he could slide his hard cock right to the back of my throat, thrusting in and out with ease, making me shudder and occasionally gag. Hearing me moan, made his cock pulsate more with the vibration.
'I'm not going to last long if you keep that up. I had your virgin ass earlier, now your mouth again. But what I need is your wet pussy, I want to empty all my baby batter in you.'
He pulled out of my mouth, with precum leaking from him; drool dripping down my cheek. I watched him as he made his way back to my glistening, wet, pulsating pussy. Holding his cock to my open entrance, he felt my juices soak his helmet; holding my hips tight, he thrust in hard.
'Oh, fucking hell, you look so beautiful, I so want to spank you, make your ass so red, make you obey me in everything I say.' He felt me tightening around his cock, pulling him further in. 'I'm not going to last long if you keep pulling me in like you are, you greedy girl, and if you make me cum too soon, I shall more than spank you. You will be screaming my name, begging me for more.'
The feeling of him fucking my cunt was practically more than I could take. I could feel myself building. I felt his fingers slip into my ass, as he pinched my clit hard, pulling on it as he did, thrusting in and out, in motion with his cock, all of a sudden, I felt him shudder as he thrust so hard and deep in my pussy. Pulling out quickly, I could see him spurting his spunk all over my tits and thighs.
Placing his open hands on my spread thighs, he gently kept wanking, saying as he did so, 'You made me cum, and what did I say I'd do if you made me cum too soon? Look, my cock is still semi-hard.' He held his pulsating cock in his open hand, gently rubbing it up and down my clit to my star and back again, leaving strings of cum wherever he touched, time and time again. I could feel him hardening again.