Getting a little tied up

I closed my eyes, listening to our panting, taking in the smell of sex in the air and the sensation of our sweaty bodies pressed together against the floor, radiating heat. We lay like that for a while, too lost in post-orgasmic bliss to move. Eventually, I felt his body rise from mine, an impulse to grab him and pull him down onto me almost taking me again, which I resisted, just.

I could hear him moving over to the fridge, the sound of ice cubes in glass as drinks were poured, before he leaned a little over me and extended his hand, helping me to my feet.

I stumbled trying to get up. A worn weakness had filled my legs, like they were jelly after a hard cycling sesh, but melted less from movement and more from pure pleasure. Feeling Trent’s strong hand pulling me though, I was able to get up, and accept the cold, fresh glass of water he offered.

It might have been the best thing I’d ever drank, as I gulped it down greedily, feeling the cooling rush slide down my throat, getting lost in the simple enjoyment of a refreshing drink while I felt my plush ass cushion me, leaning against the kitchen island I’d just been fucked on.

I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was! I opened one eye and glanced at Trent, seeing him gulping the water down too, before he refilled both glasses and we drank more. Then again… I scanned my eyes over how wet the room was, the surfaces covered in sweat and love juices, my pussy squeezing a little as it reminded me of the hot cum than was still leaking down my inner thighs. I suppose there was good reason to be so thirsty.

Trent filled my vision, getting close again.

“Lisa… that might have been the best sex I’ve had in ages. You’re incredible.”

“Hmmm, so not the absolute best you’ve had?”

I teased, enjoying the role of the gorgeous seductress.

“Well..”

He leaned in and kissed me, a slow kiss I responded to, growing a little rougher as our tongues danced. The feeling of my breasts squeezing against his sweaty chest gave me such a thrill, their gentle constriction feeling so indulgent.

“Shall we move this to the bedroom?”

I said, breaking the kiss for a moment, but still staying close enough so we were breathing into each other’s mouths.

“We could…”

He started. It seemed there was something more he wanted to ask though, so I pressed on it, a devilish excitement compelling me.

“We could what?”

I smirked. He looked a little nervous.

“Have you ever done bondage before?”

Now this was a little surprising. Truthfully, I hadn’t, and Lisa definitely hadn’t, but after the sex I’d just had I was open to anything.

“I want you to show me.”

The confidence in Lisa’s voice as it left my sultry lips got me a little wetter just thinking about it. Having being given the okay as well, Trent’s whole body language shifted, a greater confidence taking him as he took my hand and led me into the corridor of his penthouse, through to his bedroom.

The first thought I had when seeing the room was that it was expensive, and with a surprising amount of older items for a young guy. The most striking of course, was a four poster bed missing it’s top, wide and with scarlet silk sheets, and a ceiling full of mirrors. If the rest of the apartment I’d seen had just been simple luxury, this was more like the kind of room a vampire would make love to its victims. The strangeness of the situation didn’t really phase me too much though, and I idly thought I must simply have been adapting to how strange the last few days had been.

Breaking my thoughts, Trent’s hands wrapped around my hips and lifted me easily, using the momentum to spin me around and push me against one of the beds pillars, thrusting my hands beneath it and binding them to it with a length of silk. I was surprised at how fast and rough it’d been, and I couldn’t help feeling turned on.

I gave my wrists an experimental tug from the silk, and found I was bound fast, unable to get out of whatever knot he’d made. I lay there, breathing gently, our eyes locked, feeling an intensity between us. I could see my sweaty, stolen female body stretched out on the bed in front of me, big breasts moving with my breathing, a permanent, tight feeling of lust in my heart over the situation.

“Now you’re mine, totally and utterly. My little plaything, my helpless sexual toy.”

Trent loomed over me, the roleplay consuming him.

“Suck it.”

He offered his cock to me, the musty smell of cum and Lisa’s pussy juices coating in, My heart was hammering, neither I nor Lisa had ever given a blowjob, and a part of me was a little disgusted and nervous at the prospect. The rest of me though, wanted to experience everything. I gently took the head of his penis into my mouth, sucking a little and filling my mouth with the taste.

He sucked some air in though his teeth, still sensitive. A twisted pleasure worked its way through me; I was the woman tied to a bed servicing him, but his small reaction had betrayed who really held power here. I took it deeper in me, moving my lips along the shaft, feeling a pressure from the cock in my mouth.

Then I moved my mouth back again, hearing a noise of pleasure again from him, It was turning me on too! My pussy was feeling hot again, and the desire to be filled was returning. I wanted to reach down and slip a finger in but I couldn’t; not with my hands tied like this.

Trent’s big hand rested on my head,

“More”

He pushed my face closer to him, lips still carrying along the shaft. I started getting into a rhythm, moving my head along, saliva getting all over his dick. Nearly the whole shaft was in when I finally hit Lisa’s gag reflex; an involuntary pull in my throat that made my eyes water, but I kept going, enjoying the pain.

A little moan came from me too, closing my eyes and running my tongue around the dick, starting to enjoy the taste. I wanted more and more! I was so lost in it I didn’t realise how much Trent was getting carried away, I looked up at him, his face melting in ecstasy as our eyes met. Suddenly his face contorted, eyes rolling a little as he came suddenly in my mouth, my head jerking back a little as I took most of his seed in my mouth while some ran out of my lips and fell onto my chest. I swirled it in my mouth for a moment, languishing in its salty musk, before drinking it down, feeling its warmth coat my throat. It tasted way better than it should have.

Trent was looking at me, a hungry, predatory look. Seeing Lisa’s body tied to the bed, wearing an expression of bliss while cum oozed out of her mouth had gotten him hard again immediately.

“We’re not done yet, bitch”

His voice was deep and commanding. I felt weak just hearing it.

“Yes, master. Give me what I deserve.”

My gaze was pleading, my voice masked with innocence as much as need. He didn’t need to be told twice. Grabbing my hips, he raised them suddenly, his cockhead piercing my folds suddenly. The rushed feeling of fullness made my voice cry out, my walls spreading as a slap of pleasure struck my brain.

“Yes, yes!!”

I screamed out, as he started moving in and out of me, a rough tempo that kept waves of happiness moving in me, waves that intensified almost immediately into another orgasm. My legs spasmed as my vision went white, saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth.

“Wait, wait, I’m too sensitive, no more!”

I pleaded, partially overwhelmed but secretly hoping he’d ignore me.

“You don’t get off that easily.”

He grunted, thrusting harder as my eyes scrunched shut from the pleasure. I couldn’t believe how deep he was. I thrashed my arms, still tied to the bedpost, a trapped girl being used again and again by a strong stranger as she was filled with cum repeatedly. I’d never be able to see sweet, innocent Lisa the same after what I’d done in her body tonight.

He let out a roar, reaching climax as I felt the now more familiar sensation of his cum spurting into my womb, our moans joined together as electric pleasure took us. I didn’t ever want this ecstasy to end. I don’t think I could ever go back to normal after what I’d experienced.

I felt the bed shift a little as Trent rolled over onto it, our breathing heavy and peaceful, leaving my wrists still tied to the bed. I felt utterly used, but in the best possible way, my pussy a little sore but enjoyably so, juices staining the silken sheets.

As we lay together in the dark,