Passion Ruled Me

I had had it. What a week. Finally, it?s Friday, and ? my birthday. I couldn?t help but smile as I walked out of the office. I got on the train at 33rd, headed for my apartment in the Village. The Yankees were playing and I hoped to catch the last few innings of the game. The subway was crowded and when I walked in my front door, I felt a week?s worth of tension begin to melt away. I grabbed a beer and switched on the TV.I took a long pull on the beer as I located the channel. The game was in the top of the seventh, so I would get to see three innings. I peeled off my sweaty shirt and shrugged off my pants. I turned on the overhead fan and sprawled on the couch, and relaxed. It seemed like no time had passed and the game was over. New York came from behind to take it from Cincinnati four to three. I headed for the shower thinking I might go out tonight.Toweling off, I walked into my bedroom and stopped dead. A beautiful naked girl lay tied spread-eagle on my bed. Her hands were tied together above her head and secured to the headboard. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, her mouth was filled with a ball gag. Her gorgeous breasts each had a stretchy band around it, forcing them up, rising like majestic muffin-tops above her chest.Her body?s complexion was the color of light tea; flawless skin like the flow of honey; all of which set my libido pounding. Her calves and thighs were sculped with the artistry of a master. Below a smooth, flat tummy, her Mons Venus rose like a warm wave, completely unencumbered by any hint of hair. Below, full, generous labia hugged tight on a narrow clitoral hood. Her volva seemed swelled, delightfully offering a small hint of an opening, a tiny passage near the lower end of her cleft.I realized my cock was quickly rising, its quarry trapped and waiting. I continued drying off when I noticed a tag on a belly-button ring. I walked to the bed, leaned over, and retrieve the tag. I was like a fortune cookie tag. It read, ?It?s my birthday too. Please me.?* I was close enough that I could smell a slight fragrance. It was especially provocative. My cock got harder. I leaned closer to better gather her scent. I don?t think she knew I was there. She didn?t move. If it wasn?t for the ball gag impeding access to her lips, I think I would have been helpless to refrain from kissing her. I was smitten.There was enough blood getting to my brain that I thought about this whole thing. It wasn?t hard to deduce that someone had set this up. But who?* My friends?* Her friends?* Enemies, jokesters?* Then I realized this could be streaming on the internet right now. Me with my rock-hard seven inches, and this girl, whose beauty would make her instantly famous. I wrapped the towel around me and began looking for cameras, recorders, anything that didn?t belong there.After several minutes of searching, nothing seemed different or out of place. I checked through Şerifali Escort the rest of the apartment but found no one and nothing, except I did find the woman?s t-shirt and cut-off jean shorts in the second bedroom. This situation could simply be a kindness given by someone for our birthdays.The aching in my groin encouraged me to accept my fate. I turned to the exquisite creature lashed to my bed. I sat beside her. The movement of the bed disturbed her and she cried out around the ball gag, but then settled back down. I had startled her. She had been asleep or in the dreamy-dozing stage on the edge of sleep. I touched her belly lightly. She flinched. I wanted to remove the ball gag. I hated the damn things, but I didn?t want to startle her again by first touching her head. Her stomach was so soft, yet firm. I couldn?t pull my hand away.I slide it slowly up, hesitating between her harnessed breasts, salivating, then up under her chin and across her tender throat. She trembled a bit but relaxing when she felt my hand on the clasp of the ball gag. She lifted her head to help me. With my other hand, I released it, pulling it from her mouth. Her lips stretched, yawned, and wiggled and moved until they reset into place. I was treated to a most beautiful face.I asked her her name.?Jennifer,? she whispered.?Jennifer, do you know where you are???No,? she replied.?Do you know what has happened to you?? I asked sympathetically.She laughed, shallow and unsure. ?It?s pretty obvious, don?t you think???Yes. You?re tied up naked to my bed. I came home and found you like this.? **I realized my fingers were circling on her stomach, occasionally grazing the rise of her mons. I didn?t want to stop.?I mean, are you aware of the circumstances that put you here???My friends promised me a surprise for my birthday. They said I would love it. They wouldn?t tell me what, just made me promise to accept whatever happened. Then they tied my hands, blindfolded me, put me in a car, and brought me here.?I was a typically horny guy. But taking advantage of women wasn?t my goal in life. Still, I was unaccustomed to wanting a woman this much. My penis ached with desire. My hand, as if having a will of its own, slid across her tight-skinned tit, caressing her rose-colored nipple. In response both her nipples awoke, then grew hard to a full, fascinating, erection. I judged her nipples to be nearly an inch long. I removed the band that held her left breast captive. It settled into a firm impressive mound. I held it again caressing her excited bud.?Do you agree with what is about to happen?? I asked her as I fondled the tit that was still bound, held up like a promontory, by the band around it. She did a quick suck of air.*She didn?t answer right away, controlling herself ?I assume you are going to fuck me, probably several times, in several places. Are you asking me if Şerifali Escort Bayan I?m okay with that??* Her words held an edge of anger, or perhaps fear. I did not know her; she could be a woman of some experience or totally out of her element. ?I wouldn?t want to disappoint my friends, now, would I??* It wasn?t a question.?Yes, Jennifer, that?s what I?m asking.?* Her breath caught momentarily as I moved my hand to her unbound tit. My naked hip was now touching hers. The heat between us was palpable.?I??* She paused, inhaled deeply, her chest rising. Her back arched ever so slightly as my fingers traced around her nipple. ?Take my blindfold off then I?ll answer you.?I moved, kneeling next to her. I lowered myself toward her face, placing a hand on each side of her head. ?No,? I said and gently place my lips on hers. She pulled back in surprise, but the softness of our lips on each other, the warmth, and my tongue teasing her lips to open soon overwhelmed both of us. We traded exploring each other with our tongues, our lips wet and writhing in ardent communion. When the kiss broke, both of us were breathing hard.In a ragged whisper, she said, ?Please me.?That was it. There was no stopping now. I laid down next to her, my cock grinding against her thigh, my left hand ravaging her tits, my mouth pressed into hers, seeking that exquisite union interrupted moments ago. We both shared the hunger, driven by our collective sexual heat burning within. I broke the kiss and replace my hand on her constrained breast with my lips. Jennifer purred as my tongue and lips tried to consume her nipple, pulling it taut, stretching it away from her body until my lips could no longer suck with enough force to hold it. Released, the elongated nipple snapped back, reclaimed by its tightly bound tit.There was too much of her that I wanted, and I wanted it all, now!* I climbed off the bed, massaging my cock. Her head turned back and forth rapidly, seeking my lips and the heat, her desire intense as though she would stop breathing if she didn?t make contact again. I knelt near her head and pressed my cock against her lips. No hesitation. Her lips parted and cradled its mass while a silky tongue teased the tip, collecting the primordial flux of my excitement. Her oral caresses occurred at a leisurely pace, tempering my urgency. Jennifer engulfed me, drawing me in as much as she could.My girth filled her mouth, leaving her to consider the pleasure she could expect when I decided to drive this instrument into her waiting vulva. Yet I was still wondering if she wanted this, or if she had been sexually coerced by my actions and her passion. Then I felt tension lighten as the fluid exercise of her mouth on my cock proved that she was acting as she wanted, moving me toward nirvana.I felt a tenderness for her, passion wrapped in compassion. I touched her cheek Escort Şerifali with my fingertips. I knew then that I wanted to please her as much as I wanted to take her. Reluctantly I withdrew my cock from her oral ministrations.As I stood, I became aware of the new and exhilarating scent of her sex. It hung in the air as powerful and intoxicating as any culinary creation a world-class chef could lay before me to eat. Undoubtedly, eating is what I had in mind.I positioned myself between her tied legs. The closer I got to her immaculate pussy, the sweeter her scent and the more difficult it was to restrain myself from immediately taking her and fucking her lights out. My knees were now in full contact with the inside of her thighs. Our heat mixed, stirring the passion coursing through my body, and I hoped in hers. Careful, softly I placed the fingertips of both hands on her mons Venus, causing Jennifer to whimper lightly. Adding gentle pressure with my fingers I drew them down, sliding outside of the flesh of her vulva, trying to only provide the lightest touch on the outside of her labia. This movement continued past the opening of her vagina until the fingertips met on her perineum before ceasing the pressure. I heard her breath catch.I repeated this after several long seconds. Jennifer sang out, a breathy cry, that subsided into a rolling moan. Again, I waited before repeating. Again and slightly more firm, I drew these pressure arches around her genitals with the same rolling moan. I did this as much as a dozen times until she was writhing in anticipation, thrusting and trying to encourage more contact with her pussy.Fluid began flowing from her cleft. I couldn?t hold back any longer. I leaned over and let my tongue lick her juices. I did not try to part her labia. There was enough flow of her sweet nectar to please my tongue and coat my lips. I could take my time. At some point I found myself moaning in unison with her.With my thumb and forefinger, I tenderly pinched her outer labia against her clitoris, which was now peeking out from its hood. Struggling to maintain control, I began licking her cleft in earnest, gently at first, savoring the sensation of that wet, hot flesh sliding along my tongue. But soon I was tongue and lips deep into her slit.Jennifer seemed out of control. Every touch, every movement, kept her moaning and writhing, taking gasping breaths, and straining against the restraints. I tongued her vaginal opening, trying futilely to penetrate with the same depth as any cock. Finally, I started sucking voraciously at her clit, only releasing it from my lips and tongue when her wild gyrations pulled it from my grasp.She was nearly screaming, ?Please take me. Take me!?I was making sounds that I have never come from me before. So hot!* So intense!* Pure primeval lust!?Goddamn it!* Fuck me. Fuck me now!?I stretched out on top of her, my mouth seeking hers. My swollen cock sought to gain the source of her wetness, like a bloodhound on the scent. I move the head of my cock around trying to spread her open. She was very tight, even for a small woman. Then I found her center and pressed. She opened and I slid slowly into her tight, hot, wet flesh.