Chapter 59 – Trixie treats Paris

Trixie had evidently already thought ahead as we didn’t have to check into the hotel and instead went right through the lobby and into an elevator. We barely suppressed our giggles when the nice older lady looked us over on our trip up to the 33rd floor and mentioned that we looked cute together. As soon as we stepped into the room Trixie was all over me. Her lips and hands seemed eager to touch every bit of flesh that was available to her, and since the dress covered so little that meant she was able to kiss and touch and caress a lot of me while we stumbled further into the suite.

Once we were in the sitting room Trixie started undressing me. She pulled the scrunchie from my hair letting it cascade over my back. It still surprises me how erotic it can feel just to have my own hair glide over my skin like that. One hurried zip and one quick flick of her fingers and my dress and bra are dropping down to the floor, leaving me in my jewelry, pale pink thong, sexy pink boots, glasses, and nothing else.

Stepping back from me, Trixie locks her eyes on mine and starts repeating those actions on herself, letting her hands wander over her available flesh before sexily letting her dress and bra join mine on the floor. I don’t even see her hand touch a remote, but the music starts up and while I’ve always found the classic song erotic, I don’t think I’ve ever associated George Michael’s Father Figure this closely with sex before.

Trixie, swaying her hips enticingly, makes her way over to a side table where she opens a fancily carved wooden box. She pulls out three items that all send shivers down my spine. The first I immediately recognize. It’s the little pink dildo that Trixie has used on my rear, the one she has me call Darnell all the time. The next two are new, but I immediately see their uses. A pair of pink fuzzy leather wrist cuffs and a pink silk blindfold.

Trixie sets ‘Darnell’ aside as she looks over the cuffs and blindfold as if she hasn’t seen them before. As if she’s on the Price is Right and showing off some prize she holds each of them up for me to see and comments on how sexy they are and how she’ll be able to use them on me tonight. I don’t’ know what game she’s playing, like she didn’t know they were there, but I’m easily down for whatever she wants to do as I stand and squirm in place, murmuring quietly “mmm, I can’t wait!”

Trixie saunters over to me and kisses me sensually with our breasts rubbing up against each other. When I bring my hands up to slide up and down Trixie’s smooth waist, she gently pulls my wrists behind me and cuffs them together. The fur lined cuffs are obviously sized for small wrists like mine and hers as they’re snug but comfortable. The chain between the cuffs must be at least eighteen inches long and seem more intended to keep my arms behind me rather than binding my wrists close together. I feel an extra little thrill go through me as I feel the click of two locks on the cuffs, making sure that I can’t simply pull myself out of them.

Trixie never stops making out with me as she binds my arms behind me and doesn’t miss a beat while bringing the blindfold up to my eyes. She breaks our kissing just long enough to settle the eye covers in place then resumes as she ties it behind my head in what feels like a fancy ribbon. Almost like I’m a present just for her.

Once I’m blind and bound I feel Trixie’s hands on my shoulders. My mouth waters at what’s in store and I willingly drop down to my knees. I smile at the sound and feel of the PVC boots tightening around my legs and pressing into the carpet, even as know they’ll make it more difficult to stand back up without help. Trixie barely steps back as I kneel before her, and I can immediately smell her arousal directly in front of me. When I lean forward, wanting a taste of her even if it’s through her panties, she lets me get far enough for my nose to touch her blue thong before putting her hand on my head and stopping me. “Tsk tsk tsk, you’re, like, super eager aren’t you sweety? All in time. You wait here while I get everything else ready!”

I can’t help but let out a sad whimper even as I excitedly wonder what else she could possibly have to set up. Frustratingly, Trixie’s first stop when she steps away from me is evidently to the sound system as the volume on the music goes up, hiding anything else she’s doing under the repeating song from George Michael. I can only sway and listen while I wait.

Baby (I will be your father figure)

Oh, baby (put your tiny hand in mine)

I'd love to (I will be your preacher, teacher)

Be your daddy (anything you have in mind)

(It would make me)

Very happy (I have had enough of crime)

Please, let me (I will be the one who loves you)

'Til the end of time

I’m so excited and tense with anticipation that I almost jump out of my skin when I feel something brushing across my lips. Quickly recognizing the game, I grin as I open wide and let Trixie slide the piece of banana into my mouth. I again can smell Trixie’s scent right in front of me even over the banana’s aroma, but I make a show of chewing the fruit and licking my lips before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. The next thing fed to me tastes of strawberries but is immediately identified as Trixie’s strap on as it pushes deep and holds my tongue down with its intrusion. Trixie’s hands work their way into my hair to hold my head still, as if I’d pull away, and starts slowly and sensuously sliding her toy in and out of my mouth.

After a few minutes of faux blow job ‘fun’ Trixie returns to the fruit with a small piece of pineapple, an orange slice, and a cherry. The cherry was deliciously pushed into my mouth by Trixie’s bare wet pussy which I got to lick and worship with the cherry still in my mouth.

Trixie lets me lick her for a little longer than she had me blow her dildo but not much longer before she pulls away. Instead of offering me some other piece of fruit though, I stiffen up when I feel her hand rest on my thigh. With the music up so loud, I can’t even hear her move around me as she must now be kneeling behind me. Using just her fingertips she traces along my thighs, hips, and ass. When one of her hands comes up to my belly and starts pulling me backward and downward, I feel her pull my thong just barely out of the way and feel the tip of ‘Darnell’ tap at my pucker. Even behind the blindfold I have to close my eyes as I bite my lower lip and give myself over to the sensations. Trixie’s fingers dancing over my belly, her light pressure urging me backward to impale myself on ‘Darnell’ and her soft breath over my ear all mix together to spike my arousal as much as using my tongue to worship her garden did. More so.

While ‘Darnell’ is plenty lubed, nothing has been added to my rear, so Trixie takes her time in leading me down onto the toy letting the lube work its way into me and making sure it’s not painful, just satisfyingly filling. With my boots on, and I assume the dildo resting on the floor, I can barely feel ‘Darnell’ hit my special spot back there as my plump rear rests on my pink heels. She couldn’t have possibly planned for this, but I still groan in aroused frustrated anticipation, knowing that I’m going to have to bounce up and down on ‘Darnell’ to make it feel as good as possible while I hopefully get to worship Trixie with my mouth.

Still kneeling behind me Trixie gently turns me head so that she can kiss me from behind as her hands move to cares, cup, and tease at my breasts. Even with my arms bound, I’m able to turn my wrists and let my hands glide over Trixie’s skin. I can only reach her thighs, her waist, and a bit of her belly, but it’s still enough to add to the eroticism of this whole experience. And evidently my touch is appreciated as Trixie lets out her low aroused moan as her hands move down my body to start slipping and gliding over my panties. Over my pussy.

Her touch there isn’t nearly intense enough to get me off, but it’s plenty to send my arousal skyrocketing and get me rocking my hips up and down on ‘Darnell’. While one of Trixie’s hands continues to tease and please me between my spread legs, she brings her other up to cup at my throat. She turns my face to look forward and tilts my head upward and I suddenly wish she could be in two places at once, fingering me like this from behind and standing in front of me to lick.

As if reading my mind, Trixie gives me a parting period of pets to my pussy before letting go of me completely and leaving me biting my lower lip and still grinding up and down on ‘Darnell’. It feels like forever before I feel the wet ripe peach drawing lines over my lips, and we begin the fruit game again. This time I get teased with peaches, watermelon, and what I believe is papaya.

When Trixie pushes the last grape into my mouth it’s again followed by her own secret fruit which I get to eagerly lick and love on, this time for quite a while longer. When she pulls away, I get ready for another wait and for her to appear behind me, but she seems to want to keep me guessing as she presses her strap on to my lips again, drawing it around before sliding it’s fruit flavored rubbery tip into my mouth. As she slowly works it in and out, pushing deeper this time, her finger runs little traces around my lips, and I realize what she must be seeing. My puffy pouty lips pressed and stretched out around the cock shaped toy. Even realizing that’s me she’s looking at, I can’t help but moan at the pure sex appeal such an image would make. A blonde, pouty lipped, big breasted, curvy, woman wearing shiny pink thigh high heels, a pink thong, and a pink blindfold, bouncing excitedly up and down as she moans and sucks on a cock… Fuck!

This time when Trixie pulls free of my mouth, she kneels in front of me and starts kissing me, showing me she’s just as turned on as I am. Her hands can’t seem to find a place to play with my body as we make out, so they play everywhere, flicking at my ‘clit’, tweaking my nipples, cupping and grabbing my breasts, drawing lines with her fingernails up and down my throat, running through my hair. When she breaks the kiss, she’s as breathless as I am but finds a way to whisper directly in my ear, “Are you ready for something really special baby? That was all just a warmup!”

I can’t stop the whimpering moan from sneaking past my lips as I feel I might just pop without any more touches from Trixie. She has me that revved up. I sense her stand up and I get one last whiff of her pussy as it passed by my blind face, then I’m left waiting, listening to George’s sexy voice singing how he wants to be my daddy, my father figure.

When I feel Trixie next, she’s again kneeling behind me. One hand immediately starts sliding down my belly, this time working under my thong to play with my pussy more directly, while the other hand comes up to glide up and down my throat and chin. As my head naturally tilts back I hear Trixie narrating what we must look like if someone was standing in front of us, “Isn’t she gorgeous? So hot, so ready. Look at the way her tongue sticks out, just waiting to be used. Look at how perky her tits are, how erect her nipples are, how wet she is down here!”

My mouth opens and my tongue slides out as I try to pose just like the picture Trixie is painting. “I’ve got her all hot and ready for you lover. You’ve watched as she sucks on everything I put in front of her. Fruit, pussy, cock. She’s a girl that wants more. Giver her what she wants baby!”

I’m practically panting as my hips move up and down, ‘Darnell’ frustratingly just barely hitting that special button deep inside me. I can’t get the image out of my head that Trixie has dictated, that sexy, hot, wanton woman, keeling, bound, mouth open, tongue out, ready and willing. Trixie’s hands feel like they’re everywhere. Her fingers flicking maddeningly over my pussy, more fingers rubbing over my nipples, more fingers caressing my cheek while her thumb traces my lips…

wait, what?

When I feel something touch my tongue, I follow the instincts that have been built up all night. I open my mouth wider and let it slide in. I taste fruit, blueberries I think this time, but the texture is wrong. It’s not fruit. It’s not rubber. It’s warm. As it keeps sliding in, I easily recognize the shape and size as Trixie’s strap on, which she must be reaching around… my face… and pushing… in?

While she fingering my puss?

And pinching my nipple?

And caressing my cheek?

And still tracing my now puffed out lips?

Even with all this evidence, it still takes hearing his voice hovering above me to slam it all into reality. Darnell’s low grumbling bass voice, “Damn Trix, she is fucking hot and her lips feels so damned good!!”