Monday, October 11
Charlotte pulled up to the driveway of Derek's house. It was just a rental, like hers, but she much preferred it to her dingy old rental house that was just off-campus. As her heels clacked up up the steps to his door, he opened it before she even knocked, and looked her up and down. She didn't own many overtly "sexy" outfits due to her upbringing, but she had managed to put together a stunner for Derek -- she had paired a black long skirt with a ruffled white button-down, and put her hair up in a neat bun with a couple locks loose in front -- a rather "secretarial" look that he seemed to appreciate.
"Come on in," he said calmly. He was wearing a black button-down with the top three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up, with some tan slacks that had a simple brown belt. He had no shoes on, as he was apparently planning on staying in for the evening. She followed him inside. "I love your outfit," he added.
"Thanks," She said, still somewhat meek. It always started this way, but he had a way of drawing her out of his shell. It also helped that she thought he was staggeringly sexy. She dropped off her canvas bag that had a change of clothes by the front door, and skipped the preamble, stepping slowly toward him. He put his arms around her lower back, and deftly dropped her skirt to the floor, his hands resting on her small-but-shapely butt over her magenta panties.
It was mostly wordless -- they both knew why she was there. She had always been good at quelling her urges. She'd usually step into a cold shower -- a trick she'd learned from her conservative parents for when she had undesirable urges -- but she couldn't muster the willpower to even do that recently. The floodgates had been opened, and she NEEDED to be satisfied.
Derek sat on the middle of his couch, and Charlotte dropped to her knees onto a folded blanket. She practically had to unhinge her jaw to fit it into her mouth, even while it was semi-hard. She knew she wouldn't be able to blow him to completion as he got bigger and bigger in her mouth and began to gag, but she didn't care. She'd tried to learn how to blow him last time, and was still learning, but it turned her vagina into a waterfall whenever she did so. She had followed other people's rules her whole life and hated it, but now she was willingly submitting to Derek, and it turned her into a whimpering, horny mess.
"Are you bigger than last time?" She joked, leaning on one hand as she gagged again, but resuming to a smile. "You're so huge." Her face was red from exertion on suppressing her gag reflex, and she resumed licking up and down the shaft as Derek moaned.
"It's possible," he said with a smirk. His dick began to dribble precum rhythmically, and Charlotte licked up the salty liquid, maintaining eye contact as his hand gently rested on the side of his head. He moaned as she mostly switched to tongue work on the outside, with the occasional attempt at taking what she could in her mouth. He leaned his head back with a low, bestial growl. "You're a fast learner, Red." Red had been his nickname he used exclusively while they were intimate, and for some reason, the smug, cocksure way he said it drove her wild. She lingered her tongue on the head of his cock and smiled gently. He lifted her head up with two fingers under her chin. "You look so sweet. I almost feel bad." He pulled out a small length of hemp rope from underneath a couch pillow that he'd clearly hidden beforehand and quickly lashed her hands together with practiced movement.
He'd brought up the subject of bondage prior to their last rendezvous, and she'd agreed reluctantly. But the first time he slipped some fuzzy handcuffs onto her, she became addicted to the intoxicating feeling of a loss of power. She'd then asked if he had rope and he was equally surprised and elated.
He got up, pushed her forward onto the couch, and tied her ankles together, then tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. Charlotte was stunned at how efficient he was, and moaned as he tossed her onto the bed and straddled her. He used another length of rope to tie her adjoined wrists to the bedframe in about 10 seconds. He gave calm eye contact to her the entire time, and was careful that none of the knots were too tight around her limbs. Her ankles were still tied together, but not to the bedpost so he could manipulate her body more freely. She felt a pulsating in between her legs that would simply not subside.
"Derek... please put it in me."
"So soon?" He said, mock-concerned, turning her onto her side and bending her body into a 90 degree angle, revealing her dripping, engorged pussy. He gently ran his middle finger up and down her labia as she let out a loud, stuttering moan.
"Please."
