I woke early in the morning when the sunlight first started to show through Claire's bedroom window. We had fallen asleep facing each other, but now were cuddled - penis semi-erect as it was pulled tightly against her bare ass. I placed a kiss on her ear, and moved down to her freckled shoulder. The smell of her, of last night, of sex, was still strong in the room. I smiled at the thought and looped my arm around her waist, resting my hand on her bare breast, and dozed off again.
I awoke some time later in a rather different position. Lying flat on my back, I could sense the bed was empty next to me. My senses also picked up on something else. Downstairs, I heard the sizzle of a frying pan and the smell of breakfast sausage came wafting upstairs. I went to move, to go greet Claire in the kitchen, but found that neither my hands nor feed could move. Turning to look, I saw that each limb was now tied to the bed with black, shear stockings. The knot looked tight, but I knew the stocking could break with the slightest pull. But something in my head, and my groin, said that would not be a good idea.
After a few minutes I heard the staircase creak and Claire walked into the room. She was wearing a pale blue silk nighty, with lace cuffing the bottom hem as it swung to barely hide her crotch.
"Someone's hungry," Claire said, glancing down at my now erect penis as she set a tray of food on the nightstand. "I figured we could have a little fun, and since you weren't awake when I rolled over, breakfast seemed to be in order."
She was smiling at me, a hungry yet caring smile. Her pale breasts mounded beneath the silk, and my dick grew even more. "Imagine my surprise," I said, pulling at my wrists and ankles.
"Well, we still are going to have a little fun." She flashed a wicked grin as she picked up a sausage link, put it between her teeth and leaned down for me to take a bite. Though the sausage was good, that's not where my mind was. As if knowing this, she said: "Patient! We have all day, let's just enjoy this."
She pulled a golden fresh waffle from a plate and fed me a bite, then dropped the warm waffle on my bare chest. As I chewed, she took a dish of maple syrup and drizzled it on the waffle, with some of the syrup running off the waffle onto my chest. I wasn't sure what was happening, but was too naked and too turned on by Claire to care.
Using her fingers, she pulled the waffle apart and took a piece for herself. Then a piece for me. She doled out more sausage links, feeding me and tearing the rest into pieces so they fell in the pool of syrup on my chest. Then, she bent over and licked the syrup and sausage off my chest, being sure to use every part of her tongue. My hands pulled at the bed posts, the stockings whispered against my skin, further arousing me. After another waffle, more syrup and a few more sausage links, she used her tongue to clean my chest of breakfast.
"I figured no need to dirty more dishes," she whispered as her tongue moved up to kiss and nibble on my ear.
I nodded, never wanting to dirty a dish again.
She then swung a leg over me, and slid her silk nighty up to show her bare pussy. Moving up towards my face, she planted a hand in my hair and drove her warm pussy onto my face. The silk of her nighty fell over my face, tenting my head. With the taste of her in my mouth and the feel of her silk against my skin, last night came rushing back.
I worked my tongue into her and felt her move against the stubble of my face. I felt powerless. Tied up. Her hand in my hair. Controlled by a silk clad women sitting on my face. I felt my balls begin to climb towards bursting as she rocked forward.
Sensing my anticipation, she climbed off my face and down my torso until I could feel her heat press up against my groin. She bent down and began to kiss my neck. The sensation of her soft lips against my skin, my hands unable to control the situation, drove me to new heights. One of her boobs had fallen out the top of her silk nighty and pressed firmly against my sticky chest. When she pulled away, her nipple caught in the mess from breakfast and caused her to gasp.
"I need to touch you," I moaned, unable to cope with being tied up.
"I think I know what you need," she panted, gently rising from me. "If you can't see me, or what I am doing to you, maybe it won't drive you so crazy."
She pulled from her nightstand a thick, purple bra and two pairs of green silk panties. She layered the bra over my eyes and stuffed the panties in my mouth. This wasn't what I wanted, but I dared not complain when I felt her sink onto my dick. Insider her now, I pulled at the restraints until she leaned down and pinned my arms with her strong grasp.
With one word, she nearly made me cum.
"No!"
I'd never been told what to do in the bedroom, but I suddenly liked it. The world slipped away in the dark of her D cup bra, and the taste of her silk panties in my mouth did enough to keep me quiet as she began to ride me faster and faster.
"You like it, bitch?" she said, completely out of character. "You're mine, all mine and I want every drop of cum you have."
She pumped. I was driven deeper then ever. I mumbled into my gag, my tongue brushing against the silk of her panties. For a moment, I hoped these were worn panties in my mouth.
"You want to scream? Moan? Call out to me? Well, not until I say you can Allen. And right now, the answer is no. You are mine."
And I want to be yours, I thought.
I felt her weight lift off my pelvis, so just the tip of my cock was inside her, precum mixing with her juices just insider of her. "Fuck me," she said, now in a tender voice.
