Continuation of "My GF; Fucking & How We Met" and not recommended as a standalone work. The opening scene may be fun for all cummers, but you'll likely get very lost soon after without having read the earlier chapters.
Fictional story containing graphic lesbian sex.
My girl lays spread eagle, cuffed to my king-sized bed. Scarves are tied around the bedposts, the four sets of pink fur cuffs attached to her limbs, and over her honey-golden brown eyes. Only a thin bedspread covers her hot, naked body.
Nic did a great job of rendering her helpless without causing fear of pain, danger, or stiffness for several hours. Tying the scarves to the cuffs - instead of to her slim wrists and ankles directly - means no risk of circulation damage and that she can untie herself a limb at a time if things go awry. I should remember to send Nic a fruit basket or something.
Although fantasies about bondage play with her have beleaguered me, I've never felt right about doing it. She's so obedient sexually that tying her down seemed unnecessarily cruel, but - since she volunteered - I'll accommodate happily and perform on her vulnerable body.
The blindfolding scarf though, that's the Golden Fleece. That's what frees me. If she can't plead with her eyes-
"Baby?" She must sense me staring from the door frame.
"How did you know it was me?"
"You smell like you," she giggles.
"Ah." Nic smells of the cologne Dr. Hartford buys. I, of course, smell delicately of lavender, because she likes it.
I smile and seat myself on the edge of the bed so that I can stroke her long blonde hair.
"This is so sweet and very sexy of you." A chaste kiss emphasizes my point. "Are you comfy, Cutie?"
"Mmm hmm." She smiles at my praise.
"You know that I love you and you mean the world to me?"
"I love you, too?" She also knows that a qualifying question like that usually comes right before or after I get forceful.
~~~"Good. I want you to keep that in mind. Remember while I'm teasing your defenseless body until you think your pretty little head will explode that you arranged this yourself of your own volition. You knew full well that I'd abuse the privilege. My little captive."
Even under the bedspread, I see her full-body shiver.
I stand and remove my clothes, not making a show of it since she can't see, but tossing each article onto the bedspread so that she can hear and feel me get naked. So slowly and so painstakingly I pull the bedspread down to reveal one blemish-free inch of her skin at a time.
She has a rosy blush all over her outstretched body, so I only take a few moments to take advantage of peering at the lower half of her delicate face, the extent of her smooth arms and legs, the slope and shape of her supple b-cup breasts, the flat surface of her trim tummy, and the open flower of her beautiful pussy. I look away quickly though, knowing how easily embarrassed she becomes.
I've licked every inch of her body. I've spanked her, talked dirty to her, and tickled her. I've fucked her orally, vaginally, and anally, with dozens of different implements, placed in endless positions, in every room of my house, and several places in my car. Nothing makes my girlfriend blush like me or anyone else continuously looking at her without interaction. Naked or clothed, stranger or friend, she gets very uncomfortable and squirmy. Causing her to twist that way is more maltreating than teasing though, so I knock it off straightaway.
Crawling onto the bed and over her on all fours, I bend my neck to kiss those malleable lips in a much less chaste fashion. I note simultaneously that her time spent bound and awaiting me has already caused her arousal to begin flowing. I keep kissing her while I wet a finger in her fountain, then stop to fingerpaint her lips with her own flavor.
I giggle in a rather undignified manner as she quickly licks her lips. I repeat the process of dipping and painting, and she licks it right off again like Dr Pepper lip gloss. The next time I paint all over her upper lip. I guffaw as she shamelessly manages to lick her juice even from the bottom of her nose with her quick little tongue.
Then I paint the insides of her nostrils, and watch in amusement as she tosses her head and stretches her tongue, snorting and pouting as she can't reach in her nose, try as she might.
"That's not nice," she grumbles to me.
"I don't think you're grasping the whole 'teasing your defenseless body' concept, Little Captive." I laugh at the ridiculous face she's making as she wrinkles and wiggles her nose, half-hidden behind the scarf. "And this is the part where I am being nice. I'm creating a proper bouquet for you while you're all tied up."
That said, I reach to my moistened pussy and add my wetness to hers in her nostrils. Since my scent and taste are stronger to her than hers, I know it must be even more irritating. She's wise enough to pout silently this time, so I nip my girlfriend's shoulder to help her let the whimper out.
I rise to straddle her rib cage. Playing aimlessly with her breasts and rolling her nipples, I get her moaning for me and fog her mind.
"Mmmmm...teasing you has me all hot and bothered, Little Captive. What should we do about that?"
Her head pops up and her tongue sticks out, all enthusiasm and no subtlety. I adore her.
I've no intention of making things so simple though.
"Lay your head back down, Kitten." I pet the hair on the crown of her golden head, then tangle my hand in her messy locks. I grip, but don't pull.
Scooting forward, I plant my knees next to her ears and begin nosily masturbating above her. She strains to lift her head to help out, but my grip keeps her head on the comfy pillow, trapped by her gorgeous hair like Absalom.
In its own way, pleasuring myself so near her may be worse than bringing her to the edge over and over without letting her cum. The smell of my excitement affects her in the same way that the smell of smoke does most people, rousing an inexorable urge to find the source and quench the fire.
I don't plan to actually get myself off of course, but she's begging before I get a second finger inside. I think she's come to think of my climaxes as her responsibility, which is cute.
"Baby, please? I want to do that."
"Uhhhha, do what, Playmate?"
"Please you."
"Awww, Pretty Girl, you're pleasing me just fine."
"But it's my job to, to..."
"Your job to what, Darling? You're a pharmacy tech and I don't need any pills."
"To make you cum. It's
my
job to make you cum. And I want to."
My hand releases her hair to pet her while my other hand takes hold of the headboard. My knees are still too close together for her face to reach my dripping pussy. She exclaims, "Belgium!" [a SciFi ultimate swearword --Nic] and tries to inveigle her way up. I giggle again as her nose and the cashmere scarf tickle my inner thighs.
"Alright, Hotness." With both hands on the headboard to take my weight, I lower myself onto her waiting tongue and press her head back down to the pillow.
Her eager tongue goes mad, licking my folds, thrusting inside me, flicking my clit, and sliding through my wetness seemingly all at once.
"Good girl! Good, good, ah-AH, very good girl!" I'm careful to let her breathe and not smash her pretty face, but I feel the tightening, lovely cramping from my knee caps up through my ripping abs and tensed shoulders. "Fuck, that tongue, ack!"
My hips jerk and my breath hitches. I struggle not to just mash into her, primarily because I don't want it that way with her. Also, I know the sex'll be better if I let her do "her job" the way she wants.
Her hot little mouth closes around my clit, sucking hard and staying with me.
"Good, right, yes. Uhhh, FUCK! Just there, Beautiful!"
My hands have a death grip on the headboard and my muscles strain to keep my sex hovering above her sweet face. Her tongue flexes on my clit from beneath, opening the floodgates and setting off Old Faithful with a resounding growl to shower her mouth and chin in cum.
"Yes, my little captive, that's definitely your job." I slump backwards off her and lay my head on her thigh. "You're fucking tenured, Kitten."
I rest like that for a time, my head pillowed on her firm, warm thigh and an arm stretched under her legs to hold the underside of her other knee. The fragrance of her love overtakes me and I doze in the relaxation of her.
Her legs start to twitch and I realize that she's tapping her feet. Poor baby is still all tied up and horny, but has the good sense not to complain verbally.
"Aww, Hotness, do you need some attention?" I turn my head to lazily lick the inside of her thigh.
"Please, Baby?" If she's not aware that it's going to be harder than that, she should be.
In response, I kneel between her legs and kiss the ticklish skin of her smooth knees, then the sensitive skin of her supple thighs, then the outer lips of her quivering pussy. Her incendiary mewling and frustrated groans continue as I nibble and lick back down to her knees and kiss back up to her center a few more times.
On my final upswipe, I curl the sides of my tongue to scoop up a dollop of her cream. I crawl up her bound body, gently hold her mouth open, and tongue-kiss her flavor to her to mix with mine.
