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Toying with the Senses, Tormenting the Muse ~ Bondage Play

I placed four brand-new, thick black leather dog collars on the small mahogany table next to his straight-backed chair. I had modified two of these collars for our bondage play, by punching extra holes so that they would fit even tighter.

Lucas kept his eyes downcast. Seated quiet, lovely in his nudity. He gave no obvious reaction to the presentation of our new toys. Nonetheless, his excitement was palpable in the charged air around us, and evident in the swelling of his magnificent cock.

I poured myself a glass of wine and took a single sip. I replaced the wine on the table, next to my display of black leather and stainless steel hardware, then proceeded to pick up the first two dog collars. These were the unmodified ones. I knelt on the floor and wrapped, first one and then the other, around each of the front chair legs, folding them to secure the buckles around Lucas’ smooth bare ankles as well.

I stood, took a second sip of my wine, then picked up the last two dog collars.

Obligingly, Lucas placed his arms atop the arms of the chair, and waited patiently. I fastened the modified dog collars around his wrists and the chair arms, pulling them tight. I straightened and looked over my bondage work thus far. Lucas tried to straighten his legs and arms, testing the security of his bindings. There was no give. Only a slight creaking of the leather in mild protest.

Placing one burgundy-lacquered fingernail beneath Lucas’ chin, I tilted his head up so that his eyes met mine. Those soft, gray-green eyes looked into my own hazel eyes–mine, framed by black Venetian lace of a stylized hawk mask–with absolute trust and no small degree of patiently smoldering lust.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached my free hand into the top of my satin corset, and extracted a long strip of cobalt blue silk from between my breasts, enjoying the feel of it sliding up my skin. A trace of my amber perfume clung to the rich fabric. I released Lucas’ chin and slid the silk between my fingers before stretching it across his eyes and then tying it securely behind his head, knotting it against the auburn curls of his soft, chin-length hair.

I stood back to admire the sight of him, bound and compliant. His cock, so hard it stood upright against his stomach.

I sipped my wine, drawing the smooth, dry libation between my burgundy-painted lips, savoring both the wine and my artistry. Lucas looked positively delicious.

Next, from a drawer in the mahogany table, I extracted a tiny glass bottle of oil, scented heavily with sandalwood–one of my favorite fragrances! I unscrewed the little silver lid, withdrawing the attached metal wand, which dripped with the oil. I used the wand to apply that earthy aroma behind his ears, beneath his jaw and at the base of his throat, where I could see his pulse beating. I tipped the bottle gently against the center of his chest, watching as the glistening oil trailed down between his pectorals and over toned abs. Candlelight within the room, gilded that stream of precious oils in lovely, flickering light.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I breathed in the exquisite scent of Lucas, blending with the sandalwood. I leaned forward and inhaled deeply at his hairline, letting my nose gently caress the edge of his sensitive ear, then drifted down to let my nose trace his jawline, enjoying how he shivered at the touch, before kissing his sweet, eager lips.

Again, I rose. Picking up my wine, I began to walk a slow circle around him. I could sense Lucas tracking my movement, by the tap, tap, tapping of my heels on the hardwood floor. Once behind him, I paused briefly to bend down and brush kisses along his throat. I thoroughly enjoyed the shiver which ran visibly through him again, as I did so.

Once completing my circuit, I placed my wine back atop the table and reached for a small velvet pillow, which had waited upon the chaise lounge. I tossed it to the floor, before my lover, then slowly lowered myself to kneel upon it, between his calves.

Prior to escorting Lucas into this room, I had set out several items beneath his chair, within easy reach. First, a bowl of ice. Second, a feather. Third, a small envelope of Pop Rocks candy. And, fourth, a small vibrating, silicon panty insert.

I reached for the panty insert first, setting it to its highest vibration. I reached up to brush the vibrating, satin-y finish over Lucas’ nipples. They tightened, darkened and begged for more. I let the vibrator’s edge follow the path of the sandalwood oil, down the center of his chest and to his navel. I used it to massage around the top of his inner thighs, near the crease of his groin, drawing additional blood flow to the pelvic region. His firm cock, throbbed. A tiny transparent bead of pre-cum seeped, glistening at its tip. I leaned forward and graciously licked up that inviting little pearl, earning a deep groan from Lucas. Finally, I pressed the silicon insert against his remarkably full balls, letting the vibration linger. Lucas let his head fall back. He moaned low and long… His hands flexed upon the arm of the chair, wanting to reach for me, wanting to pull my lips back to his cock. The sturdy bondage I’d employed, held true!

I extracted the insert and, at last, slid it into the lining of my black lace panties. That delicious vibration was nestled against my pussy, tantalizing my clit. I could not help but roll my hips against it, humming a note of pleasure as it teased.

I was ready to select my next “toy”.

My fingers found, and gripped, the stem of the long ivory ostrich feather. I pulled it onto my thigh in preparation. First, however, I used my other hand to grip the base of Lucas’ hard, sleek cock. My lips found its tip and I drew him into my wet, hot mouth. I swirled my tongue around its tip and, again, tasted his pre-cum. I sucked and teased at a leisurely pace. The chair rocked slightly, as Lucas again tested his binds, wanting to reach for me. Wanting to writhe in his pleasure. The sounds which left his lips, were thrilling and I felt an answering wetness between my legs. I ground my pussy down against the little vibrator in my panties. Already, I wanted to cum! It made me whimper in sympathy with his own plight. Though he would have to wait much longer than I.

I raised the feather. Opening my eyes to slits, I sought out his ticklish zones. Directing the tip of my feather to them, I was quickly rewarded. While trailing the feather up the side of his muscled torso, towards his arm, he jerked in his bindings. I sucked him into my mouth a little more deeply to silence his protest. The feather found another mark across his shoulder. He began to plead. My only response was to take his cock as deeply into my throat as it would go, relaxing the muscles of my throat to take him in fully. His pleading faded to a whimper of defeat and pleasure.

I really liked this game…

Once I’d had my fill of that treat, I laid the feather back down upon the floor. For a time, thereafter, I lazily licked and sucked his cock, occasionally massaging his heavy balls. I moaned around the head of his cock, letting the vibration of those moans pleasure him further.

And, when my first orgasm broke over me, his cock was deep into my mouth and he experienced the full physical timbre of my screams.

Eventually, the waves of climax ebbed. I rested my forehead against his taut abdomen, releasing his cock momentarily, and I took that time to catch my breath.

Lucas waited patiently, though I could tell he was all the more turned on, from my having cum so hard, while pleasuring him.

Gradually, I parted my lips for him again. One hand cradled his balls. The other pumped his shaft, using the lubrication of my saliva to make it slick. I had a tight seal, with my lips, around that thick mushroom head. My tongue swirled and I sucked him greedily, bobbing my head to meet my hand as it pumped in unison. I listened to every sound he made, tracking those cues until he came closer to orgasm, himself. I listened. I waited. His moans grew more excited and, at last, he was on the brink. Just as he prepared to yell his victory, and shoot his load into my mouth, I withdrew and clamped my thumb and forefinger around the top of his shaft, right beneath that gleaming mushroom head, effectively cutting off his orgasm. His breath left him in a stunned gust and, after a brief moment of shock, he laughed with surprise. I allowed a smile to curve my lips, though his blindfold kept him from seeing it.

I next reached beneath his chair to take an ice cube from the bowl.

I placed the ice cube in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue and waited a few more seconds until Lucas calmed.

I began to kiss my way up the inside of one of his thighs, while my hand massaged his other. Eventually, my hand again wrapped around his shaft–which was recovering from its denied finish and again very hard–and I squeezed gently to keep it that way. My lips brushed the tip of his cock, teasing, not yet revealing my next surprise.

l tantalized with kisses, strokes, nuzzles and touches. When his swollen member was fully rock hard again, and a shade darker then the last time, I drew him into my mouth. The cold of it was a shock! He sucked in a breath, loudly, and cursed. I took in his entire shaft, in one swift motion, somewhat tightening my hand around it’s base to help prevent him from softening too much.

He softened only slightly, but quickly became hard as stone again as my mouth warmed to him. I brought him close to orgasm before stopping to pop another ice cube into my mouth. I let him calm while I kissed his thighs, his stomach, and his smooth-shaven balls. The ice cube quickly melted, leaving the inside of my mouth cold, once again.

This time, when I deep-throated him, revealing my cold surprise, he welcomed it with a groan. I sucked him noisily, working hands and tongue to bring him to the edge once more.

Again, though, I let him come within a breath of orgasm before I locked my thumb and forefinger around his shaft to squelch it. He cursed, fighting hard to pull free of the leather collars. My bondage tactics continued restraining him to my will, however.

Lucas’ head fell back with a frustrated moan. I chuckled softly…

His cum had, nonetheless, seeped from the crown of his stifled member. When I judged he’d had sufficient time to recover, I carefully licked the mess clean. His moan came, soft and grateful.

Drawing back then, I chose to suck all ten of his fingers, each in turn, kissing his hands when I finished. I brushed kisses up one arm and across his collarbone. I dipped to take his left nipple between my teeth and massaged it gently with them, nibbling and rolling it. Lucas panted and groaned. I grew wetter, listening to him.

I bent to retrieve one more ice cube, which I placed between his lips this time, allowing him to draw my fingers in briefly, along with it. I kissed his neck while he sucked on his refreshment. I then rose up, placing one knee on the chair beside him, and pressed one of my nipples to his mouth. I gasped, enjoying the pleasure as he sucked my nipple into his cold wet mouth.

I repositioned my other foot so that I straddled his arm. Crushing the little vibrator between his arm and my pussy, I rocked against it and, while he devoured my nipple obediently, sucking and pulling, I quickly brought myself to another orgasm. I drenched the vibrator, my panties and his arm. My thighs shook with the aftershocks of it.

I pulled away from Lucas, but paused for another kiss, before descending back down to my velvet cushion.

I began to massage the muscles of his groin, working around his heavy balls, his shaft and the inside of his thighs. I kissed his cock in all of its alert, straining glory.

Finally, I reached for the small envelope of candy beneath his chair. I tore it slowly open, allowing Lucas to hear the unusual sound. I pulled my lips away from his begging cock them, and pushed open the envelope to spill some of the Pop Rocks into my palm. He waited patiently, but curiosity was there in his body language.

I tipped my head back, to pour the candy into my mouth. The moment those tiny chunks of sugar hit my tongue, they began to snap, crackle and pop! I stuck out my tongue so that the sound would be most audible. Puzzlement was in every line of his face and physique.

I added another handful to my mouth. closing my lips, I took a moment to savor the sweet taste and to spread the candy around my mouth, keeping it from forming too many clumps.

I imagine that Lucas’ flesh must have felt quite sensitive by this point, for all that I had denied him, teased and forced him to endure. I smiled with this thought just before I parted my lips and took his throbbing, engorged phallus into my mouth. I surrounded it with the violently popping, fizzing candy. He exclaimed and shuddered, then moaned loudly. I began to slowly work my lips and tongue in combination with the Pop Rocks, and Lucas made the chair and leather groan with him as his body flexed and moved within his restraints. I was more grateful than ever that I’d chosen to get serious with our bondage play, this evening. Lucas sweated and moved… As the heat grew, the room filled with the scent of sandalwood!

Whether from pain or from pleasure, but most likely the perfect combination of both, his reactions were strong. Magnificent! I moaned deeply around his cock. Letting him feel and hear my appreciation for the show he was giving me. The vibrator between my legs was already helping me towards a third orgasm.

I slid both hands around to cup his ass, slightly digging my fingernails into that tight, muscular flesh. I curved one hand around further. Probing with one finger–the one digit who’s nail I’d trimmed in advance–until I found his anus, I carefully slid it into his ass. He threw his head back with a primal sound, like a cross between a grunt and a yell. All the while I devoured his cock with absolute abandon. The candy had since dissolved. I deep-throated him repeatedly before bobbing vigorously upon the head of his cock, demanding his climax.

Knowing, feeling, that he was about to explode, I found my own release and again I screamed around his sex! As though I’d pulled a trigger, he followed, yelling at the top of his voice. Hot, heavy jets of his cum struck my tongue and back of my throat, over and over… I rewarded him, swallowing all he gave me.

He gave much.

When, at last, he had finished and the shuddering aftershocks had quieted, I slowly stirred myself to unbuckle his wrists and ankles. I untied the blindfold and let it slip to the floor. These things would later be returned to our treasure trove of bondage implements.

I held his eyes and reached for my wine glass–this time passing it to him. Lucas welcomed it, taking a deep drink of the rich Cabernet. Then, he reached one hand to curl around the back of my head and pulled me in for a deeper kiss.

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Earn What I Paid You ~ Adventures in Marriage, 2

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Written by Vanessa Raqs

Excerpt from Dina’s Fuck Journal:

In preparation for the surprise I had planned for my husband, Mark, I’d paid for an afternoon at the salon. I had a sexy ambush planned for him…

While the stylist worked to transform me, I’d watched pieces of my hair fall to the floor, in the unfamiliar shade of chestnut brown she’d temporarily dyed it to. She would continue my makeover by adding big, beautiful soft curls to my otherwise straight hair. I was enjoying seeing someone other than the familiar strawberry blond, in the mirror before me.

For my makeover, I got the works! I’d had a flawless mani/pedi and my long, lovely nails were a seductive shade of deep burgundy. My skin was glowing from an earlier facial and I would be getting my makeup done before I left the establishment also. Smoky eyes and false lashes were just the tip of the iceberg there… I’d brought a duffle with me, which contained a brand-new pair of black, thigh high leather boots, the sexiest curve-hugging bronze halter dress I’d ever seen, some large hoop earrings and bangle bracelets in antique brass, and an elegant black velvet choker that I’d playfully pinned a brass-colored bell to.

By The time I left the salon, I looked like a completely different woman… Which was exactly what I had planned for!

I stowed my other clothes in the backseat of my car and drove to the north end of the city, where my husband currently works. I parked a block away from the apartment complex, which he and his crew were constructing, and parked. I waited.

When I received Mark’s customary text–expressing gratitude for the end of another work day, and telling me he’d be home soon–I left the car and began walking towards the site. I passed other men, sending appreciative glances my way and I will admit, I felt myself walk a little taller and lift my breasts a little higher, enjoying the attention.

I soon spotted the man I was really looking for. He passed right by me…but not without glancing at my legs! That made me chuckle to myself. He hadn’t recognized me! A wide grin split my face as I called out “Hey, there, handsome…”.

Mark spun on his heels at the familiar sound of my voice, and he looked right past me, at first… Then his brown eyes landed solidly on me, somewhat bewildered. He looked delicious, standing there in his construction gear… Six feet tall, the wind rifling his short, dark hair. I strode towards him, working an extra swing into my hips. My earlier makeover was helping me to feel especially confident and in-character.

When I’d come close enough to be heard without raising my voice, I said “Looking to party?”. Mark’s eyes lit up with comprehension! I knew this was a fantasy he’d been interested in, for sometime. That wicked smile which I love so well, transformed his face into the expression which always made my panties wet.

“Well, hello there, sweet thing. I might be interested in a party… What’s your name?”

I almost told him it was Dina, simply out of a lifelong habit. But, I had prepared details for this role-play. It would only work right, if I completed the illusion of being someone else entirely. So, I told him “I’m Genevieve… What’s your name, baby?”.

Mark could not restrain his grin, as he decided to be someone else, also, telling me “I’m Jim! Hey…why don’t we step between those buildings, there… I happen to know this area very well and there’s a rather private little alcove just ahead, where we can conduct our…private discussion”.

Mark took my hand and guided me discreetly between the buildings, though I am sure we did not go unnoticed, which gave me a thrill. This was so exciting!

He pulled me into a little alcove just off the alley which was indeed very private. We could no longer be seen directly from the street.

I leaned my shoulder against a doorjamb there, and Mark leaned over me, placing a hand against the wall above my head. Having him loom over me like that was sexy as hell!

“What do you charge, doll?” he asked me.

Truly, I had no idea what a prostitute would typically charge, but I did know that Mark had collected winnings from some of the other guys at work today, from a bet they’d all placed on yesterday’s football game. I also knew what it would cost me to buy the new handbag I’d had my eye on…

I placed my manicured hands against his chest, enjoying the heat of his body. I looked him in the eyes and pressed close to whisper against his ear “It’ll cost you $200 for a really good time…”. Then, for no reason other than knowing Mark would take it as a challenge, I added firmly “But, I don’t do anal”. I hardened my expression briefly to convey to him that I was serious.

He gave me a cocky smirk and reached into his pocket. Extracting his wallet, he counted out several bills and put them in my hand. I bent forward enough to give him a good view, straight into my cleavage, and tucked the bills into my thigh-high leather boots.

I stood up straight again. His hand slid behind my neck. He rubbed his thumb up and down the column of my neck, making me shiver, while he took in the sight of me. Then, his hand slid up the back of my head and gathered my hair, gripping it firmly.

He tugged down, guiding me by my hair to lower myself to the smooth cement pad, onto my knees before him. I was suddenly grateful that I’d chosen to wear the high leather boots as opposed to a pair of strappy, come-fuck-me heels.

Without a word, He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his rock hard, nearly-eight-inch cock. Pressing the tip of it to my lips, he pushed on the back of my head for additional encouragement. My tongue darted out to taste his skin, then I took the head of that beautiful cock into my warm, wet mouth. I moaned, taking my first suck.

Maintaining his grip on my hair, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock to the sensitive back of my throat. He always did enjoy playing rough… I found it exciting as well! I obligingly gagged on his cock. Tears formed in my eyes and spilled down my flushed cheeks. I sucked harder.

The silky black g-string I’d purchased for the occasion, quickly became drenched with my arousal, while Mark continued to fuck my face. He shoved his cock as deeply as he could before withdrawing again. Each time he thrust, the little bell on my velvet choker gave a tiny “ting”.

“Thats it, Genevieve, take it deep. You need to earn what I paid you. Oh, fuck, yeah!” He bit out a curse when I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, just before he pushed it back into my throat, making my little bell jingle again. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks, and all the while, I purred for him.

Before I could make him cum,he pulled me off his cock by my hair. He helped me up to my feet. Tucking his hands beneath my ass, he lifted me. My legs went around his waist and he pressed me against the dusty brick wall of the building behind us. My tight dress rose above my hips. Mark reached to yank my panties to one side, before forcing his cock into me with one hard thrust. I gasped from the sudden shock of entry. Then I whimpered, submitting to him.

Mark fucked me hard against the wall, pounding my pussy mercilessly. I held onto him, moaning, feeling his balls slap against my ass. An orgasm built and soon broke over me. I bit his shoulder to help muffle my screams while I came, my pussy contracting violently around his shaft.

My body went limp against Mark. I panted, attempting to catch my breath. He slowed his pace, thrusting in and out of me at a more relaxed pace.

Finally he pulled out of me, and helped me down to find my footing on the ground. My legs trembled beneath me, unsteady. Mark grasped my shoulders, guided me to turn around. He gave me a little push to offset my balance and I brought my hands up quickly to brace against the brick wall so I wouldn’t stumble.

While I was distracted with staying upright, Mark grasped the delicate straps of my thin panties and promptly ripped them away from my body. I gasped again from the sting. Before I could say anything though, he positioned his hard cock–slick and wet from fucking me–against my tight asshole.

Remembering to stay in character, I snapped at him “I told you, no anal!”.

He wrapped one arm firmly around my waist to keep me immobilized, then continued to push his dick inside me. He whispered, harshly into my ear “And I told you, that you need to earn what I paid you”. His breaths came ragged as he forced his cock into my ass.

He brought up his free hand to clasp over my mouth, as though keeping his “unwilling” prostitute from calling for help, and leaned his body into mine, pressing me against the rough wall. He fucked me hard!

“Thats a good girl. Take it” he hissed, breath hot against my tear-streaked face. “Take it all, right up that ass, and moan. Show me you love it!” And I did.

With a hard grunt and a barely restrained yell, Mark shot his load into me. He filled my ass with his cum–cum which would be dripping down my thighs in moments.

He dropped his forehead to rest against the back of my head while he worked to catch his breath. Eventually, he said “You okay, babe?”

A breathy chuckle escaped me. In a husky whisper, I told him “I’m fantastic!”.

He laughed into my hair. “Fuck, I love you, Dina…” He said.

Mark helped me straighten my dress and disheveled appearance.

We walked, arms around one another, back out onto the street, leaving behind the torn black panties. He walked me back to my car, his cum dripping down the inside of my thighs, all the way. we shared one long, passionate kiss before he closed my car door and went to locate his own vehicle. I started my engine, looking forward to the shower he and I would share when we arrived back at our home.

Recalling the text he’d sent me when he’d left work, I held off from immediately pulling into traffic. I retrieved my phone and opened my text messages. He had written “I hate Mondays! So glad the workday is done. On my way home, love. Can’t wait to see you”.

Now, I responded with “Hurry home, husband. I have a surprise for you. I dyed my hair! You’ll get to make love to a new wife tonight.”

His reply was an emoji…with devil’s horns!

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The Girlfriend Experience ~ Article

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Written by Vanessa Raqs

As I understand it, the Girlfriend Experience (GFE) is a trend that was most popular in the past two decades. That said, it remains my favorite kind of session to engage in with my phonesex clients.

In my personal opinion and experience, creating a heightened sense of intimacy with clients makes the experience far more exciting and pleasurable. It opens an opportunity to explore a sexual experience, from a heightened and, more unique perspective.

As a phone sex operator, getting to know my clients better can be a fun, enjoyable journey. There is intimacy gained by bonding. Also, understanding my clients’ individual needs more thoroughly through multiple encounters, lets me provide them with a more real and intense sexual experience. I enjoy making my clients feel special and, naturally, I love that they grow to desire doing the same for me.

Granted, money still changes hands, but this is, in and of itself an important element of the excitement.

Presently, BDSM and exploring darker levels of taboo, appear to be what is trending in the sex trade. I say this based on what I, myself, have encountered on chatlines and as a phone sex operator. I’ve had my hand in these “cookie jars” too and many others. So, while exploring diversity is essential and beneficial in my line of work, I also believe in playing to my strengths,… Work it if you’ve got it, as they say! Now, I do greatly enjoy being a submissive (and occasionally a dominant) and this ties in to both the BDSM and some of the taboo. But, I am also, by nature, an extremely playful, affectionate, cuddly and eager-to-please person. Put it all together and you have a very charming creature who excels at, and adores, the girlfriend experience! Add to this a submissive’s tendencies, my enjoyment of blowjobs and anal sex, and well… You’ve just iced the cake! (Sexual innuendo, fully intended!)

So, while it may be outdated… I stand by the notion that one should follow their bliss, in this case. Call it old-fashioned (or perhaps classic?), but whatever the case, I do hope that the girlfriend experience never truly goes out of style. There is always room for enrichment in life’s little pleasures, and that certainly does not exclude the sex trade. And if there is any style of session which is enriching, it is the girlfriend experience.

Learn more about the definition of the Girlfriend Experience, click here.

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Kami’s First Blowjob – Submissive Training

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Kami’s First Blowjob – Submissive Training

Written by Vanessa Raqs

~Kami~

College life was going smoothly enough these first two weeks, if a bit overwhelming. Kami had kept a low profile and, so far, it had worked out well. After years of attending private school, for girls only, coed college was proving to be a head-spinner…

Kami was a pretty enough girl–freshfaced with clear gray eyes, a sweet shy smile, long ash brown hair that fell in soft curls around her shoulders, and her 5’6″ frame boasted a rather curvy little figure. Her shapely legs were well-toned from years of tennis, badminton and volleyball. The last two weeks of her summer break were spent at her father’s cabin, where Kami spent more time swimming in the lake then anything else! Her legs and ass could certainly testify to y that, given how firm they looked in the short denim shorts she currently wore.

After the many hours spent in crowded lecture halls so far today, Kami found herself craving a place to hide. She still wasn’t accustomed to being around so many people–and the boys! She had never been around so many boys in her life! Sure, she had experienced a handful of make out sessions while away at summer camps, but they were always so closely monitored. Making out rarely went much further than a little over-the-shirt action before someone lost their nerve, expecting to be caught at any second. Kami had been aware, however, that the possibility of being discovered while in a compromising situation, had thrilled her…not frightened her.

Kami was most definitely still a virgin… So many restless nights, laying in her bed, exploring her own body, had left her so very curious about what it might be like to be explored by another.

All the same, this afternoon she found herself wantingTo put distance between herself and others.

After finding a dark hiding place beneath the bleachers in one of the large campus gymnasiums, Kami settled in with her tablet and began studying. Before long, however, she became aware that there were eyes on her.

~Billy~

Billy had trailed the new girl down the halls. He assumed her to be 18 or 19 years old. He was 22 and nearing the end of his college career. Well-built with dark, almost black hair, bright blue eyes and a handsome face, Billy was quite attractive to the college chicks, and he knew it. He didn’t date often. He didn’t care to get attached. His home was several states away from his college and any relationships he developed would most likely have to be left behind when he moved back home. Still, a guy needs to play, right? And this cute little brunette whom he was tracking, looked like someone he’d love to play with. She looked so…innocent. Damn, how he wanted to see that innocence undone! Undone, by his own hands…

When he saw her slip into that empty gymnasium, he followed quietly. He watched her find a place under the bleachers where she settled in to read. He continued watching her for a while, imagining the things he craved doing to her, allowing his dick to harden while he examined each curve of her tight little body. When she finally looked up, meeting his eyes, he gave her a confident smirk and approached, ducking beneath the bleachers. Her eyes widened a little, like a doe caught in headlights, he thought. Did she feel like pray? He smiled a little more at the idea. She definitely looked nervous…yet fairly well-composed. She made an effort to cover her startled reaction. Good. He liked that she didn’t allow herself to get too shaken.

“Hey there, sweetheart” he said, “You looked so content under here and I couldn’t help wanting to join you. I hope you don’t mind?”. She pressed her lips together, looking uncertain but didn’t object. he leaned over her, pressing his hands against the wall and stared down at her pretty face, which tilted up to meet his looming gaze…and didn’t that just give him all kinds of ideas!

He smirked again and placed one hand confidently on the side of her face, pressing his fingers into that soft brown hair. Again, she looked a little startled. He really enjoyed that. Just like last time though, she reined in her reaction and affected a calm expression. He liked that too.

~Kami~

She felt her heart racing like that of a terrified rabbit. She was determined though, not to let this boy see how strongly he had affected her.

When he had placed his hand on the side of her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair, shock and heat had zinged through her. She stayed very still, her eyes fixed on his, as his hand continued to move through her hair to the back of her head. He gathered that hair into his fist and gripped it at the nape of her neck. She didn’t miss the heat that gathered in his own gaze. Her body responded to it. A slight shift in her position made her aware that her panties had become very wet!

“So pretty…” He said quietly, presumably to himself. Then, in a stronger voice he said “I want to see those pretty pink lips around my cock”.

Kami again felt her eyes open wide, her cheeks growing hot at this boy’s brazenness. Her heart still pounded hard and her whole body thrummed. Her breathing came fast, and, for all that she was shocked and frightened, she realized she had no desire to leave. Even though she really should.

As if reading her thoughts, he gave her that cocky smile again and gave her hair a little tug to remind her that she was not the one in control right now. She blinked rapidly, swallowed hard, and made a decision…she gave in to the moment.

Kami recognized a sharpening in his expression that suggested he’d read her silent compliance–her submission to this–in her pale gray eyes.

He raised one finger to his own cheek, to get her attention, then moved his hand down. Her eyes tracked its movement. When it rested on his belt buckle, she drew in a soft shuddering breath, anticipating. Curiosity and lust tempered her fear.

His fingers moved. The belt buckle fell open with a soft “click”. He undid the button on his jeans and began to reach for the fly, but then he stopped. He said to her “Unzip me. I want to watch you take my cock out”.

She swallowed hard again and lifted her hands, noticing how they trembled. He noticed them too and she didn’t miss the wicked way he smiled at that.

She gripped and pulled down the zipper fly. She pulled open the two sides of his jeans to expose the navy blue plaid boxers beneath. Tentatively, she reached to pull down the jeans and boxers just enough to see… And there he was… A very hard, thick shaft that was a little over 7 inches, by her estimation, with a wide mushroom head. While she gazed at it, taking in the view of the first cock she had ever seen in person, a tiny pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tip of its head.

This boy before her–had he even told her his name?–tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back enough to meet his gaze. He told her “I want you to lick that off”. He relaxed his grip a bit, to let her return her attention to that very task.

Unsure, she parted her lips to reach out with her tongue. Abruptly, he pushed her face forward, gripping his own cock and placing the tip of it within her reach. She did as she was told and tasted the warm saltiness of him. When her tongue made contact with his sensitive, smooth flesh, he bit out a curse, then commanded her “Lick it all off! Then circle your tongue around it”. She hesitated only a moment, wondering briefly if it were possible that he knew she’d never done this before. Then she lapped at him in earnest, taking in every drop of what he offered her, before exploring the rest of that now-glistening mushroom head with her tongue.

She reached up with one hand and touched his own, which was wrapped around the base of his shaft. Promptly, he removed his hand to grasp hers and placed it where his had been only a moment before. She wrapped slender fingers around it, amazed that he could feel so hard and yet so soft at the same time. She moved her fingers along the smooth, taut skin, enjoying the feel of him. When he pushed her head forward again, she took the head of him into her warm, wet mouth.

“That’s it, baby…” he praised. “Now suck on it”. Kami did, beginning to draw him in and out as she did so. His moans began to echo in the empty gymnasium. His hand which gripped her hair, began to push and pull her, not so gently encouraging her to take more of him into her mouth. she felt a little awkward but was determined to do this right. She had enjoyed his praise more than she’d expected to.

One of Kami’s older cousin’s had once regaled her with stories about how to give head. She had been more than a little fascinated by her cousin’s exploits, and eager to experience such things for herself. Now Kami pulled everything she could from her memory banks, recalling what her cousin claimed men liked and, even more important, what she had warned against doing.

Suddenly, and without warning, he held her head still and shoved his cock to the back of her throat. He held it there until he heard her gag. “Good girl…” he growled, as tears formed in her eyes then rolled down her flushed cheeks.. “Fuck, that feels amazing! Don’t fucking stop. You’re going to make me cum”. He was fucking her face now, not really allowing her to move her own head, but Kami did her best to keep a tight seal on his cock, trying not to let up on the suction except to swirl her tongue around the head whenever he pulled back enough. Was she really doing this?

“Stroke my balls, sweet thing…oh, yeah… Stick your other hand in your shorts, right down into your panties. You know how to make that little pussy cum. I know you do. I want to feel you moaning around my dick”.

Needing the release badly, Kami eagerly obliged him, unbuttoning her shorts before slipping her hand down into her wet cotton panties. She made frantic circles over her swollen clit and felt the pressure of her arousal building. With her mouth full of this boy’s cock, she moaned around it and felt certain he could feel the vibrations of her voice against that thick, throbbing shaft.

The intensity peaked and her orgasm smashed into her! She screamed around his erection and his response was immediate. His grip tightened further on her hair and he thrust into her mouth with abandon, beginning to cum into her. She felt the hot spurts hit her tongue, tasting the salty bitterness of it in her mouth. A final wave of her own orgasm crested and left her mindless for an incredible moment.

Still holding her head in place, panting from his own release, he commanded her “swallow all of it”. Without a thought, she complied. “Good girl…” he said again, finally releasing his grip on her hair and allowing her to release him in return. He stroked her brunette curls as he looked down at her with an odd expression on his face…one Kami couldn’t quite interpret. As though the words were pulled from him, he asked her “What is your dorm number?”. She told him, watching while he put himself back to rights. He gave a brief nod, seeming curiously resigned. Looking past her then, he said “you will be seeing me again”.

A wicked glint came into his eyes then, glancing down at her still-open shorts… With Kami’s confused gaze following his movements, he reached down into one side of the loosened garment, breaking the delicate strap of her bikini-style panties on that side, and then he did the same to the other. With one sharp motion he yanked her destroyed panties out from her shorts. Her sudden gasp only made his eyes dance with enjoyment. He balled her cum-drenched panties in his fist, showing them to her and gave her one more of those maddening smirks, before turning and walking away.

~Billy~

As Billy reached the gymnasium doors, he turned to take one last look at the pretty, disheveled creature whom, he knew, would quickly become his addiction. She still knelt where he’d left her, watching him with speculative eyes. There were so many things he wished to do to her, to introduce her to. And he would. He would take her innocence apart piece by delicious piece. And he’d make damn sure she loved every second of it, in spite of herself.

One last thing occurred to him before he stepped through those doors. He called out “By the way, I’m Billy!”. She looked startled for just a second, but replied simply “I’m Kami…”.

He thoroughly enjoyed seeing that moment in her eyes when she fully realized what she had just done with a complete stranger.

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