I vowed that I would have a one-night stand to get back at Jerry for cheating on me. But I got more than I bargained for.
Tom is an interesting man in his 40s. An architect, Tom is good looking and fit. Not normally my type, but perfect for making Jerry jealous. We enjoyed our dinner date and he seems harmless enough so I invite him to come back to my place for a night cap. I'm looking forward to a little heavy petting for my enjoyment but more for revenge on Jerry.
Two can play at this game and once Jerry finds out, he'll know what it feels like to be cheated on and he'll think long and hard before he ever cheats on me again,
I deduce.
No sooner do we get inside the house but gentleman Tom offers to help me out of my coat. I agree and turn my back to him while he slips my coat down both arms and then spins me around and presses me against the nearby wall in the foyer, sending my purse across the floor in the process.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he whispers seductively in my ear, his hot breath on my neck making my body tingle. My arms are trapped in my coat which is now at my waist and he has me sandwiched between the wall and his body.
"What..." I try to protest but he's pulling my hair so my lips are in the perfect position for him to capture them with his own. First, he gently bites my upper lip. My body is on fire. I can't get away from his touch. His hands are big but gentle...and relentless. I wonder if his dick is also big. He is caressing my breast while his lips take mine as prisoners. My mind is in overload. I'm pinned against my own wall, my hands trapped in my own jacket, being overwhelmed by his touch and my body is suddenly screaming for more. I can't scream because his tongue is deep in my mouth and even if I could, by now I only want to scream for more. I've never felt like this with Jerry. I know I shouldn't, but I'm pissed at Jerry for cheating on me and while I want to punish him, I am finding Tom's hands are masterful. I don't know this guy but I want more of him touching me, holding me, taking me. Every time he touches me, all I can think of is that I want him inside me. I want him to throw me on my own bed, strip my clothes off and ravage me sexually until every inch of my body is satiated and begging for more.
All of these thoughts are racing through my head making me dizzy while his mouth and hands are holding me captive in my own living room and driving me into a sexual frenzy. I haven't been able to say or do anything for what seems to be a lifetime because I'm a prisoner of his touch and his aggressive, take-me approach. The most I can do is put my hands on his waist, not to stop him but to confirm I'm not dreaming. My body is mesmerized by this stranger. I'm aware that he is peeling my clothes off of me but my hands are not stopping him because I now want him to want me so badly that he can't stop himself from caressing, fondling, licking and nibbling on every inch of my body. First my coat falls to the floor, followed by my wrap-around dress, leaving me standing there in my black lace bra, matching thong, garter belt and my thigh high black stockings in my red stilettos.
I wanted Jerry to be jealous but I'm realizing that Tom is a sex Yoda and my body has willingly surrendered to his touch within moments, where Jerry had to work for hours to turn me on.
My head is swimming. I can feel my body coming up off the ground. He is carrying me somewhere. I'm nearly naked and I'm not stopping him. I don't care where he takes me now, so long as he keeps on doing whatever he is doing to me. I've never felt like this before. I'm like a drug addict who will agree to anything, so long as I get more and tonight Tom is my drug of choice. I never imagined that I could feel this way about any man, let alone someone who is essentially a stranger.
We are in my bedroom now standing next to the bed. He is removing his neck tie with one hand while his other hand is around my waste, pulling me close to him. I feel the clasp on my bra release. My breasts are now free and his lips are exploring my neck. His hot breath is sending shockwaves through my body. The only sounds I hear are the moans of desperate desire coming from me. He takes my hands in his and presses my wrists together in front of me; our eyes are locked on each other until I feel his necktie ensnare my wrists. I look down quickly to see what he is doing and he whispers, "you're all mine now. I'm going to make you come over and over and over again tonight in ways you never dreamed of." I'm terrified but I don't resist him. I can't resist him. I don't want to resist him. I feel like I'm drunk with wanton lust for this man. I feel myself getting wet. I've never been tied up before and it has taken my passion to a whole new level and I like it. He pushes me down onto the bed and presses his body on top of mine to trap me. I struggle in a mock attempt to get free, pushing my bound hands against his chest but he can see the glee in my eyes. The hunger for more in my eyes. I don't know where this is going but my body is determined to find out.
He urges my knees apart with those large hands and kneels between my legs. He slowly unbuckles his belt; my eyes are fixated on it. He starts to slip it free from his trousers watching me, watching it.
Will he take me over his knee and spank me with it?
I wonder. I continue to struggle, trying to sit up in bed with my hands bound in front of me. His silk necktie that is binding my hands tickles my nipples each time I struggle. I like it. I can see his sex growing as he watches me struggle. His belt is free from his trousers now and he corrals my wrists, slipping the belt between them, pushing them above my head as his body presses against mine, making escape impossible, if I had wanted to escape of course. I endeavor to stop him from making me his prisoner as he continues to claim me with his mouth while his hands strap mine to the headboard. Now, I am his prisoner. I'm afraid. I try to speak but he clamps his hand over my mouth. "No talking tonight. If you speak, I will gag you." He warns. I can see that he is turned on by the fear in my eyes. I find his large hand clamped firmly over my mouth and his warning both terrifying and wildly erotic. I test my bindings while thinking about what it would be like to scream at the top of my lungs during out-of-this-world sex while I'm gagged. He can see a change in my eyes and releases his hand from my mouth watching my lips to see if I will honor his command to remain silent.
"Gag me," I challenge him.
He displays a devilish grin and calmly steps off the bed, leaving me helpless, tied to the headboard, the only clothing remaining are my wet thong, garter belt, stockings and, of course, my red stilettos. I study him as he calmly walks to my dresser and starts rooting through my drawers until he finds my beautiful, $200.00 Hermes silk scarf. My stilettos are unconsciously writhing against the sheets. I'm watching him. Smiling, he slowly heads back to the bed, his eyes locked on mine. I know I should scream and tell him to stop but I want him to gag me tonight. I want to feel my 200.00 silk scarf muffling my screams as I orgasm over and over again. I want to know that every time I wear this scarf, I will remember this night. I don't want to get in the way of my sexual rapture tonight and gagging me will stop me from doing that.
He sits down on the bed next to my helpless body. I struggle against my bindings, more for my own enjoyment than for any other reason. I watch his eyes. He smiles as he first twirls the silk between his large hands so it wraps itself into a thin, long ribbon. He slides the cool silk scarf behind my head. I can't hide my smile as he prepares to gag me.
"Do you have any last words?"
I don't have a chance to say anything before he wraps the scarf around the side of my head and ties it in a double knot in my mouth so snuggly that it pulls my cheeks back, forcing my mouth to stay open. I try to speak but only incoherent murmurs escape. I try to scream but little more than a whisper can be heard from the depths of my silk prison. We both know that I could scream at the top of my lungs now and no one will hear me. It is so erotic. I struggle in earnest and my breasts rock to and fro. He is watching them now and smiles. I am getting wetter by the second as I see the pleasure and admiration in his eyes as he watches my breasts.
He stands up and begins to slowly undress himself as he watches me, watching him. Between each piece of clothing that he sheds, his finger slips between my thighs and strokes my slit through my sopping thong. I scream out with pleasure but my screams are muffled, making me even more aroused and more wet. For the first time, I can be completely free to scream during sex without worry about the neighbors hearing.
By the time he is naked, I am close to my first orgasm of the night and his erection has my full attention. He is huge and I wonder if my body can take that much man. I wonder if he is going to be gentle or pound me. Either way, no matter how much I strain to get free or scream no one is going to hear me outside this room and no one is coming to my rescue. We are in our own sexual universe now.