Damn it, I need both hands. Maybe I didn't think of everything. Wait. I take my hand away from you and lick my palm. Mmm, won't it be nice when you flood my mouth with your own juices? I push you onto your side so I have an easier time tying the first belt behind you to the one holding your arms. After I squeeze your right breast I pinch your neglected nipple between my finger and thumb. With that I stand because you shouldn't feel all alone in your nakedness. You watch as I pull my shirt over my head. You look down my torso and see my hardness outlined against my jeans. I know you're looking and your body is betraying you by responding with more moisture. I take off my boots and unbutton my jeans. You see, I even used my own belt on you so this process wouldn't take too long. With my jeans off you can see just how excited I am. A small dark spot on my boxers shows you that you're not the only one who's turned on. I pull my boxers down and kneel, once again, next to the couch.
You see, I trust you. I pull you towards the edge and caress your cheek with my engorged cock. You try to turn your head as if you are actually protesting against taking me into your mouth. I reach with my right hand and place my thumb on your chin as my fingers splay across the rest of that side of your face and neck. I press your chin to coax you into opening your mouth. As soon as you do I place my swollen head into your mouth and immediately feel your tongue swirl around it. Greedily you lick the hole, trying to get out what didn't get squeezed onto my boxers. Slowly I push further into your warm mouth. That's it, baby, slow. We have time. My right hand creeps down your side (too bad your hands had to be tied behind your back and I am forced to slowly stroke your mouth) and hook your panties with my thumb. I like that you're wiggling your way out of them...it would be a shame to tear them.
Now it's time to really do what I came to do. I pull myself from your parted lips and grab you by your waste forcing you onto your stomach. Pulling up on your hips I force you to expose yourself to me with your arms still bound behind your back. I'm sorry, I know it's uncomfortable, whore, but you still can't be trusted with your arms free. Now I half prop myself on the couch behind you. If only you saw just how amazing you look from where I'm at. Softly I stroke the inside of your thighs. Gently, I begin to trail up the back of your leg starting from where your knee is bent. My hands, working on their own, begin to travel across your body caressing you all along the way and find themselves resting on your ass just as my mouth reaches to the sweet folds of your damp pussy. I can no longer resist your womanhood and begin to glide my tongue along your lips. You see, I'm not rushing, baby doll. I pay certain attention to my breathing by making sure that you feel every exhale against your skin. Are you resisting again? No, you can't do that now. I've been so patient with you. With no warning I grab the belt that's fixed around your neck and pull while I smack your bottom punishingly.
I'm sorry, sweetie, but you love this...and you know better. I massage your cheek because I see the handprint raising your flesh almost immediately. Now, where was I? Slowly I push my tongue inside of you so I can taste you even better. Now I grab your hips and begin lapping your swollen little button. You dirty little slut, you're grinding back on my face trying to get me to apply more pressure. Well, I can be flexible once in a while so I oblige. Pushing a little harder against your clit I continue to lick until I wrap my lips around it and begin sucking on you. I hear your muffled moans. I can feel your excitement and your juices begin flowing down my chin and onto my neck. Your breathing is getting faster. You whimper as your chest heaves because you're pulling your own arms back and choking yourself as you get ever closer to the edge. I just know that your lack of air, the slight pain, and over-stimulation is pushing you to the abyss. You think I'm going to let you cum now? Aw, what a terrible thought, I think as you get dangerously closer. Your breaths have turned to ragged gasps. I can feel your legs begin to tremble and your hips grind even harder. Yes, baby, I want you to. Let me know you love it. Let me drink you. Your body starts to convulse as you've crossed the line, the moans are louder, the air is in shorter supply, blood rushes to every nerve ending in your body as you surrender to ecstasy. With one final guttural moan you release yourself while I swallow your wetness. Just because I can, I lick your overly sensitive spot so I can watch you squirm. Too much sensation forces you to thrash around. You whimper as I laugh.
With you exhausted I put my clothes back on and begin to untangle my belts from behind you. Spent and hoping the blood will rush back to your arms you simply lay collapsed, face down and naked on the couch. Now fully dressed, I bend over and kiss your cheek. I whisper softly in your ear "Happy birthday, babe...I'll pick you up for dinner at eight" and walk out the door.
