Anyone who knows me knows how much I enjoy sex, the feeling of a cock inside me just makes me feel amazing. Unfortunately, I am completely addicted to sex, and can't get enough.
I have a very understanding boyfriend, who I love to bits, and who has a lovely cock, but nature being what it is, he can fuck me beautifully, but not for several hours every day. He is very happy for me to get my physical pleasure from gang bangs, of which I regularly partake, and then come home for a really loving fuck with him.
He knows what I like, and seems to get great pleasure from providing people who can satisfy my needs. I rarely fuck other men on a one to one, that would seem wrong to David, my boyfriend, although occasionally I do 'slip up', but we often attend sexy parties or adult clubs as a couple.
One night I was curled up in bed with David. My pussy was full of his cum, my hand wrapped around his cock trying to encourage it to recover for a second fuck. I still had the itch between my legs, and knew I needed his cock or a large vibrator to make me cum again.
"Do you trust me" David asked. The question came completely out of the blue and surprised me. I squeezed his cock and looked into his face "I would trust you with anything David, why?" "Just asking" he replied, and his hand slipped down to my pussy. I felt a movement in his cock, and knew I was going to get the fuck I wanted, and his strange question disappeared from mind.
A few days later there was a knock at the door, a same day delivery for me. I signed for it and sat on the settee to open the box. It was from David, who had only left me about three hours earlier. There was a letter on the top with the words 'Do you trust me' written on the outside. Intrigued, I read the letter.
'Dearest Charly, 'Well, do you trust me? I have booked room 69 (like the number) at the Lawns Hotel. I will be arriving there at 4pm. When I arrive I want you lying on the bed wearing these items. You should be spread eagled with you legs and feet tied to the corner posts of the bed. You won't be able to tighten them; I will do that when I arrive. Make sure you are wearing the mask. Love David XX'
I looked at the items in the box. There was a very skimpy short pink top, with matching pink crotch less panties that tied at the side with pretty bows. A mask, and 4 pink ropes with straps on each end.
My mind was racing, trying to guess what he was planning. He knew my needs, and I was sure there would be more than just David there, but how many, why the blindfold? I cut feel the inevitable itch between my legs, the itch that told me I needed a good fuck. I had a long soak in the bath, which needless to say, included a considerable playtime with my pussy. I couldn't wait for 4 o'clock to arrive to see what was in store for me
At 3.50 I was spread out on the bed. I was wearing the pink top and pants, which left a big expanse of bare flesh in between. My legs were spread wide and secured to the bottom of the bed. I strapped both the hand restraints onto my wrists. I was feeling so wet I slipped a finger into my dripping hole and played with myself for a few minute. Feeling mischievous I carefully positioned the slit in the crotch so that on entering the room David would get a glimpse of my pussy. I put the mask in place, fitted the right hand to the bedpost and just laid my left hand in position as instructed.
I just waited, and waited. I didn't hear a thing, but eventually felt someone take my left hand and secure it to the post. "David" I said. There was no reply. I felt the strap pull me tighter. "David, is that you" There was still no reply, but he went all around the bed tightening up all the ropes, until I was completely helpless, my arms and legs stretched wide.
A hand went underneath my back and lifted me, a pillow being stuffed underneath me. I tried to picture what I looked like, spread-eagled with my pussy pushed up into the air by the pillow. I heard footsteps walk away, then the door open and close.
