We'd been together for a while. The bond was there – clear and strong. I was his at one time – there was no question. There was nothing I'd deny him – nothing. I told him of my fantasies and many times he used them on the phone or in person to take my lust to different levels.
He sent me instructions in emails and text messages and knew with all the certainty that the sun would come up that I'd obey them. We ended that part of our relationship, but remained in contact. Months later he sent me an invite to dinner at his house. I replied that I'd love to go and what can I bring? He told me nothing, but gave me strict instructions on what to wear. Even though we hadn't seen each other, he knew I'd follow them.
I got there dressed exactly as he instructed – in a short black halter dress with nothing underneath, high black sandals. My hair was long and wild and my make up was almost whorish, with bright red shiny lips. He looked at me, smiled that crooked smile of his and took the back of my hair and brought my mouth to his – owning it – possessing it and me. The kiss was so powerful it took my breath (and lipstick) away. He kissed me with a passion unrivaled and I always melted from the sheer power and electricity. I knew that part of his strength was the sheer gentleness he sometimes showed me. But in this kiss, there was no gentleness – just strength and possession. It was unimportant how much time had lapsed since we'd seen each other.
I walked in to the room and he immediately scooped me up making me feel small and feminine. I started saying something and he kissed me again taking my words and sense.
"It's so good to see you, we're going to have a great night together." Then he set me down on the bed and blindfolded me. I loved when he blindfolded me – temporarily. I so loved looking at his face – so much of my own arousal I saw in his eyes. But the blindfold awoke the other senses even more powerfully. "The blindfold, pet, will only be on a little while, I have a surprise for you. One of your fantasies will come true tonight. I had shared so many fantasies with him, that I truly didn't know which would come true – but that didn't stop the tingling between my legs.
He removed my dress and then put his iPod earphones on my ears and played jazz piano. With the music and the blindfold, I couldn't see or hear what was going on in the room. I felt his hands spread my legs and put a soft silk tie around each ankle, securely tying me to the 4-poster bed. Next, I knew, were my hands and I splayed them out in submission. I couldn't hear his "Good, girl," but I knew in my heart he said it, or thought it.
I then felt his fabulous tongue lick and kiss slowly up each leg, driving the lust to another gear. When his tongue stopped, the build hadn't even started, but he knew that. He then rubbed my nipples, pinching them, squeezing my breasts – God, it felt so good. My nipples have always been very sensitive but all of a sudden I felt a heat so unfamiliar. He put something on them, not knowing what, but it was cold, and hot at once. I almost felt my nipples grow and harden knowing that it would be days before they softened.
I felt his mouth on my neck kissing and using that magic tongue down to my shoulders. My nipples were burning now – aching for attention. As if he read my mind, his fingers rubbed them, rolling them between his thumb and his forefinger. That build started just from my nipples. What did he put on them? They were on fire!!! He then moved his mouth on my nipple and I shattered unexpectedly, shocking my body in to spasms.
My feet pulled against the ties when I felt hands holding them down. A different pair of hands were on my body and even the powerful orgasm I just had, didn't stop the shock that there was another man here.
"Who?" I barely got out when he kissed me deeply.
He lifted the ear phones off for a moment on my left ear and said, "No questions, pet. Remember, this is YOUR fantasy – enjoy. Only words out of your mouth should be in pleasure, can you do that?"
I nodded a weak response when I felt the hands at my feet massage up my legs. His hands were strong and a bit rough – a man who worked with his hands. His mouth started on my legs just beyond his fingers. Now there was a mouth on my neck and shoulders, fingers on my nipples, and hands and mouth on my legs. That's when I felt another mouth on my other nipple and more hands on my sides. Their scents were all different, the music kept blaring in my ears as hands and mouths were devouring me – I didn't know how many. I counted three, but knew there was someone else – felt him. I wasn't sure when sharing this fantasy, that it was one that should have come to life. Some are meant to – some not. But I could not deny the pleasure my body was going through.
A mouth with a mustache or beard was now nearing my pussy, down my stomach. I knew I was drenched with the sheer excitement of all these men taking me and using me for their pleasure. But the hair was tickling – I needed him there – I needed another release. I felt fingers touching my pussy. "MMMmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned.
That's when I felt a cock near my lips. I automatically opened my mouth and as I took a large cock inside, I felt something enter my pussy – not a cock – but a dildo. But then it started buzzing and I knew it was a vibrator. Lips were on my clit, the vibrator inside and a cock taking my mouth. Hands were massaging my legs and feet and other fingers were pinching my nipples. I didn't know how they were all arranged, all I knew was the pleasure my body was experiencing.
