My parents have always hated that I date older guys, they say it's unnatural and weird but I love it. They would prefer I stay focused on school and getting my education, which I am doing thanks to a scholarship to be on the Woman's Basketball team. I am 5'3 with naturally blonde hair down to the middle of my back, and an extremely toned body which I have always worked hard on, I'm the definition of a barely legal girl. Older men are more mature, and respect my point of views on things like feminism, and with a body like mine, it's not hard to attract them. Plus they can take care of me so well, which is why I started dating David.
He caught my eye at the bar one night, and I guess he caught me staring because he came over and bought me a drink. He had all of the signs of being well off, a nice suit, expensive watch, and his jet black hair was well cut. We got to chatting, and he asked me out on a proper date. The next week he had sent me flowers while I was in class with a card that simply said "Can't wait to see you again Erin." Sweet and handsome, what a catch right? I found out he was in his fifties, but that didn't bother me, because he always treated me right, and never even pressured me to have sex, although when it happened, he was incredible!
Speaking of sex, I was always very vanilla. I loved getting fucked, and I could ride a dick like a wild woman, but I never bothered with any kinks. I figured, if the sex is good, then why should do something wild? Unfortunately, David didn't quite agree. The one thing he always encouraged was that I try new things, and often these encouragements would come with roses or nice jewelry. After a couple of months of dating, I finally let him convince me to let myself be tied down. I wasn't super comfortable with it, but I had grown to trust David, and we discussed it in great detail first.
That night started the same as any others, David took his time kissing my neck and working his way down to my 32C chest. I always loved the way he would kiss back and forth between my tits, licking and sucking on my nipples with just the right amount of teeth. When he was ready he would run his tongue down my body, licking along the curves of my abdomen and following the line of my hips down to my pussy. No one has ever eaten me like he did, clamping his mouth over my mound, licking and sucking every inch of my flesh in and out. He wouldn't ever stop until I came against his lips, and I did every single time.
After he had made me cum for the first time, he kissed me deeply, asking if I was ready for what came next. Still coming down from my orgasm, I nodded my agreement, watching as he secured leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. He attached my wrists together with a length of rope which was hooked in the wall above his bed, and he secured each leg with rope to the baseboards, which allowed me to move my legs, but not enough to close them. Once I was secured, he climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply, and I realized that I had never been this turned on before. My pussy was aching and throbbing, and I begged him with whispers in his ear...
