He'd caught up with her a few times since their first encounter, always a pleasure, always reminding him of that first night. He had a feeling this was going to be different.
The went to the bar to get a few drinks this time. Conversation was flowing well, but strangely, he was starting to feel a bit tired. That was the last thing he remembered.
He woke feeling a little groggy, something wasn't right, his arms were feeling a pins and needley. It was dark, he tried to turn and found his hands and feet restrained. His clothes were missing, and he was blindfolded.
He started to panic slightly, someone had drugged him, he knew it. Only one drink couldn't do this. He tested the bonds holding him, they only had a slight amount of give. Not enough to break them.
Still trying to figure out where he was, the place smelled familiar, but he couldn't place it. Someone was moving, he could just hear them. They were in the room with him.
'Well someone seems to be awake,' he heard a familiar voice say. He still couldn't place it though.
'What happened to her?' He wondered silently. Hoping she was safe and whoever had taken him had left her alone. He'd kill them if they'd touched her.
It felt like he was on a bed, and someone was on there with him, he felt them climb in just now. They moved over his head, the scent getting stronger, it was a wet pussy he could smell now. This was getting even more strange.
He felt a knee go over either side of his head, the pussy being lowered over his face. He couldn't let anything happen here, even by force, he was a one woman man, but the smell, being so close, was having it's own effect.
His dick was getting hard, whoever it was would definitely see it. He was the only one that knew how his mouth was filling with saliva as he thought of how it might taste.
He tried to turn his head away. The knees closed in to hold him in place and he heard a giggle. A familiar voice, he was still to groggy to place it, said, 'oh no, you can't move away, not until I've had my fun.'
The pussy pressed down on his mouth, he refused to open it, but it didn't seem to matter. Whoever it was, had started grinding on his face, rubbing their pussy over his lips, pushing their clit over his nose.