"What?"
"You heard me."
His voice had me fucked up. It was so deep, it was like thunder rolling, and hearing him say the word "cum" made my body quiver. Of course, he might not have meant cum in that way - but that's what I heard.
But I knew he did. He was a freak.
I didn't want to get near him because I knew that it would be too good, and that was bad. I had to set some ground rules.
"Look...first, no rooms near me. I'm not the Snooty Fox type. You pick someplace respectable, I might show up. Secondly, no penetration at all whatsoever. I'm not a cheater."
His bass chuckle simulataneously mocked my protestations of innocence and made my nipples hard. "It's not cheating if we've done it before."
"If I used your logic, we could be lifelong fuck buddies", I said. He wasn't slick, and I wasn't desperate. I did want to ride his tongue to ecstasy though...
"Back to the rules. No penis penetration, no fingering, but..."
"You can sit on my face for awhile", he interrupted. I thought it. He said it. It was going down.
"Yes, I'm down for that. In fact...I want to you to lick me until it hurts. Make me beg for more, but don't give it to me." I was surprised I let the words fall from my mouth. He aimed to please, and I could see his wheels spinning through the grin spreading on his face. He hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. I had just helped him clear his mind for the day. FaceTime had taken phone sex to a new level.
"If that's what you want, I'll deliver", he said. "I'll hit you in the morning with the when and where."
"We will see", I said and disconnected. I wasn't taking him at his word, but if I got the call I'd be right there.
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I awakened at 7am to two Facebook notifications:
8639 Lincoln Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90045
Room 317
I rubbed my eyes, reread the messages, and then Googled the address. The Custom Hotel...I could get with that.
By 9:30 I was headed down Manchester towards the hotel. I had showered, waxed and scrubbed myself to perfection. If I had him nose deep, he wouldn't be able to resist the feel or smell of me. I got to the room door and hesitated for one second. Would I be able to resist? Could I fight him off if it got to be too much? The thought of being trapped with his face between my legs instantly dampened my panties. I knocked on the door. He opened it, waist wrapped in a towel.
"You haven't taken that towel off since we got off the phone yesterday?", I joked. He smiled, and watched me as I walked around the room. I gazed out the window for a minute, and felt him come behind me and kiss my neck, then lick it. "You smell amazing", he said, and kept licking my neck from one side to the next. When I fell back against him, his hands cupped my braless breasts underneath my simple black dress. My spaghetti straps begin to fall, and he kissed my back and shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Are you ready?" and led me to the bed.
I laid back and let him kiss my feet and suck my toes as his fingers searched for where his next meal would come from. He found the spot, and begin to stick a long, thick finger inside of me, but I grabbed his wrist. "Remember the rules." He grinned, and pulled the bit of dampness that reached the tip of his finger and put it in his mouth. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him, and removed my panties, then placed my legs on his shoulders and disappeared between my thighs.
His first taste did not disappoint - I was juicy as a ripe peach. He tongue pressed up against my clit and he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. I moaned and grabbed his head to go deeper, as his tongue forced it's way inside me and licked and slurped away. I came quick the first time, gushing in his mouth. He took it all in, and licked the juice running down my ass and thighs, and then rolled over with my body on top of his, then laid on his back, and with his arms and hands gripping my thighs, he opened his mouth and placed me right on top of it.
I held on to the headboard and rode the fuck out of his face. He kept my thighs pulled apart and licked my pussy for dear life. I stayed on my knees and reached behind me for his dick. It was hard as a rock, so I grabbed it and started to jack him off. He moaned, and pulled me closer in to his mouth, prepping me for another gush. I started to grind on his mouth as I came, and I watch his face and he felt me getting wetter while I was rubbing his dick to maximum stiffness. I could feel the veins pulsating in my hand. I wanted him to come while I came, so I flipped myself over and took him into my mouth as much as I could. It was a good ten strokes before I gagged and started to gush all in his mustache and beard. He was licking my shit like a cat before a bowl of cream. I continued to lick his dick like a popsicle, while bouncing my ass up and down on his face, my lips pecking his. It felt so good I begin to quiver a bit, so he grabbed me my ass, pulled me in and sucked while I had the deepest orgasm--and creamed in his mouth.
At this point I was wet, and satisfied. I could have taken a nap right then, but he got on top of me, and begin to pull my thighs apart. He kiss my clit, put his finger to it, pressed gently and rubbed it in circles. I sat up, "Remem--", I started.
"I know the rules", he said, "and you're not crying yet."
He rubbed my clit until he saw the juice come in, and then licked circles on it. He then opened me up with tongue and worked circles inside of me, coaxing all the juice within out. His bottom lip made contact with my ass cheeks and he soak up all the juice that dribbled down them from my thighs. He reached out for my breasts, found my nipples and his thumbs turn them to stone. I pulled my legs back taut as far as I could to my head and submitted myself to him. He was my master and I was happily his slave. I wanted to grab his rock hard dick and push it deep inside me, but the rules...
"Fuck me, " I urged, wondering if he would be able to resist. He pulled himself away and sat up on his knees over me. He dick stood at attention.
"I would fuck the shit out of you right now, but you don't want that remember?" he said, stroking himself hard enough for me to see a bit of cum dribbling out. That just made me wetter. I played with my clit and let him watch me. He moaned, watching as I got juicier. I was so ripe, anything close to penetration would have caused a waterfall.
"I gonna squirt for you", I said and laid back to watch him jack himself off. I could feel it building and I wanted him to cum while I did. He watched me get more and more excited until finally, I erupted. His dick was close enough to me to get sprayed and he came as my juice hit him. That incited another orgasm, and I came again.
After that I was spent, and ready to go right to sleep. But we weren't through. He slowly licked juice off my inner thighs trying to start me up again. "What are you doing?" I groaned, still basking in the joy of a double orgasm. He got up and went over to the closet, reached in, and pulled out a duffel bag. He unzipped it and pulled out two identical belts.
"What are you plans for those?," I asked.
He gave me a rather hard lick on the ass with one in response.
"Ow! Is this the plan to get me to cry?"
He popped me again.
"What the fuck!" I begin to sit up in case he was about dish something I couldn't take.
"Don't worry, the only pain you'll be in is not being able to feel this dick", he said, and grabbed my wrists. He put them together in front of me and bound them tightly with one belt. He then looped the second belt through the belt encircling my wrists, and strung my hands up around the headboard.
I can't front, I was nervous. I had never been tied up before, but I was ready for the experience.
TO BE CONTINUED...
