My freshman year of college, I started seeing this guy named Tom. By seeing him, I mean we’d get drunk and call each other up for a late night rendez vous. For the most part it was good, although very drunken sex. He was older than me by a few years, but I think that I was the more mature one sexually.
After one of these drunken escapades, we were laying in bed talking. I asked him if there was every anything that his ex-girlfriend wouldn’t do, that he wanted me to do. He had been in a very long term relationship before we met, and I’m pretty sure that I was only the second or third girl that he had ever had sex with. His ex had been pretty calm in bed, with blowjobs being saved only for special occasions. I was more than willing to give his cock all of the oral attention that he wanted, but I had this feeling that he wanted more.
At first he told me that I was already doing more than enough to satisfy some of his wildest dreams. Then after a few minutes of silence, he told me that he did have one thing. “Would you let me handcuff you?”
It wasn’t at all what I was expecting him to say. I was thinking a facial or maybe anal, but I was still turned on by the idea. After only a few seconds of thought, I said “Anything for you.”
The next time I came over, I expected him to have handcuffs waiting for me. However, there was nothing.
I thought that he had forgotten about it until the next time that I knocked on his apartment door. Without saying anything, I knew that he had handcuffs now.
He grabbed me, pulling me in. He locked the door behind me, then looked at me. His eyes were full of lust and I expected him to start kissing me. Instead, he grabbed me and turned me around and pinned me against the wall. I was taken back, he had never been the kind of guy to push me around like that, but again it turned me on.
He had me lean against the wall like I was a criminal getting checked by the police. He told “There are reports of you carrying a concealed weapon.” Super cheesy, but I was super turned on as his hands started to search my body. It was half like a search, half like his hands touching everywhere they shouldn’t.
He was forceful as his hands moved over my body, hurting me just a little.
After a minute, he gave up and said that “I know you’re hiding it somewhere, take off your clothes.” Cheesy again, but he had me all sorts of worked up now. I started to turn around to face him as I took off my clothes. That’s when he strongly said, “No one told you to turn around. Stay there and strip.” I did exactly as I was ordered and soon my clothes were on the floor of his living room.
I felt so naked and weak. I didn’t even know for sure that he had the handcuffs, but I already felt like he was in total control.
Then I heard them. It was the metallic sound. Next thing I knew, he was pulling my hands together behind the back. He put the handcuffs around my wrists and they were so cold. He made sure they were locked, then turned me around.
He already had a very visible hard on in his jeans. He told me that we might be able to work out something to get me out of this trouble. Again very cheesy, but I was willing to do anything he wanted.
He ordered me on my knees, which isn’t very easy without the use of your hands. However, I did what I was told without complaining.
He undid the button on his jeans, then slowly pulled down his zipper. He pushed down his jeans and his boxers, revealing his very hard cock.
He walked closer to me until his cock was right in my face. He rubbed on my forehead, then pulled back a little and aimed it at my mouth. I opened my mouth and he pushed my cock into it.
At first, I did the work. My lips slid down his long shaft. My head was soon bobbing up and down on his cock.
However, it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He soon grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock deep into my throat. I gagged a little. I gagged more as he started to fuck my throat.
He was moaning, which he never did. He was getting close, but before he could cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth.
I complained, but he didn’t listen.
Instead, he helped me up and ordered me into the bedroom.
He followed me into the room, holding my arm so I wouldn’t escape.
I knew I was going to the bed, but I didn’t expect him to push me on to it. I landed on my tits and it hurt, but at the same time, I kind of liked it. It wasn’t like him at all and I loved it.
He didn’t waste anytime climbing on top of me. He pushed my legs apart and laid down on top of me. It wasn’t the best angle, but soon that rock hard cock was inside of me and I was moaning loudly.
That lasted for a couple of minutes until he came. It was kind of a surprise, for both of us.
It could’ve put an early end to our night, but he wasn’t ready for it to be over yet. He said that he had been so turned on that he couldn’t hold back anymore.
We took a break, but he wouldn’t take the handcuffs until I wanted to go to the bathroom.
As soon as I came back out, he wasted no time putting the handcuffs back on. This time it he put them on the front of me, but I still felt like he was in total control.
He took me back to the bedroom and had me lay on my back. He stood over me, just looking and not saying anything. I was a little nervous, not sure what to expect next.
He climbed on top of me, past my pussy, past my tits and climbed almost right on top of my face. He lowered it down until it was in my mouth.
He let me suck on it for a few seconds, then pulled it back. We did that a few times before he was rock hard again. He was soon leaning over me, fucking my mouth. He was gentle and careful, but he held me tight and made me gag a few more times.
I could only survive a minute of that before my mouth needed a break. However, he didn’t slow down. He was soon straddling over me, his cock between my tits. He held them together and started to slide his cock in between them.
He told me that I had the biggest tits that he had ever seen. His last girlfriend didn’t have tits big enough for titty fucking.
I thought he was going to cum quickly again and shoot his load all over my chest, but he was able to hold on this time.
After a minute or two of that, he positioned himself between his legs. He was rubbing his cock against my pussy, making me beg to for him to fuck me. It was weird, I wanted to pull him closer, but he just pushed my arms back behind my head anytime I tried.
Eventually he gave in and slid his cock inside of me again. We had fucked in this position dozens of times, but it was different this time. It was more intense.
He lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like a lot longer. I swear with my hands cuffed, I could feel every thrust and movement more.
He fucked me slowly, then after a minute or so, he was fucking me harder and harder. It built up speed until he released himself deep inside of me one more time.
After we caught our breath, he let me out of the handcuffs. My wrists were sore and even a little cut, but I told him right away that I couldn’t wait to do it again. We never did it again, but that was because we broke up (for other reasons) shortly after that.
Now, I’m so wet and horny that I want to go buy a pair of handcuffs, candles, maybe some rope, maybe some nipple clamps and let Rich have his way with me.
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