Take the shot

I smiled at the redhead. "I'll take the shot... and you. But I've got one condition. Tell me your name."

"Astrid," she replied. She shook my hand, but instead of breaking contact, she pressed her body against mine and pushed me towards the bed. She whispered in my ear, her voice sultry, "We have a slightly unique method of administering this particular reward to obtain the maximum effect. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find it... very... pleasurable." She nibbled my earlobe to emphasize her last words, and I felt the heat of her breath across the side of my head and neck. She smelled of mangoes and peaches with a hint of something musky, something earthier.

She moved her face around the side of my own, and kissed me. Her lips were warm, moist, and full. I felt her lip gloss absorb into my skin, and, for some reason, it sent a thrill down my spine, right into my rapidly stiffening penis.

She pulled away for a moment, and shrugged her shoulders. In one fluid motion, her robe dropped to the floor. I drank in the sight of her perfect breasts, firm, round, and capped with slightly puffy pink nipples begging to be twisted and sucked. I moved my glance down, but she had crossed her legs, knowing my desire and preventing me from seeing her core.

She stepped towards me and held my face with both hands. She kissed me firmly, and again I felt the tingle of her hip gloss. I moved my hand to the small of her back, pressing her body harder into mine as I pressed my hips into hers, trying against all odds to pry open her thighs with the **** of my will alone.

She had other ideas. As we held each other, hip-to-hip, she led with her core and moved us towards the bed. Though she was smaller than I was, she was surprisingly strong. I felt the swell of her breasts against my chest through her robe as she pushed me down onto the bed. She continued to take the lead -- who was I to say no to such a beautiful creature? -- and soon I found myself flat on my back, with her laying on top of me. Her hands combed through my hair as her hips undulated, adding heat and friction to my erection.

I moved my hands down her hips and behind to cup her ass, feeling her soft warm skin and the wonderful combination of muscle and fat under my grip. But before I could get a tight grip and pull her in to me, she arched her back and clasped each of my hands in one of her own.

She nuzzled her face against mine and whispered into my ear. "Relax, baby. You'll get your chance in just a moment." She took my hands above my head as she wiggled her hips in rhythm to some unheard music. My cock was aching, straining to enter her, so close and yet maddeningly far way. I closed my eyes, and a low growl rumbled in my throat.

It happened in an instant. I felt her hands release mine, and something clicked above my head. I felt cold metal against my wrists. The sensation traveled down my spine. My cock jerked -- whether out of excitement or fear, I couldn't say. Before I could react, she spun around on my body, using her shoulders and chest to pin my hips and legs to the bed. I thought I knew what was coming, and I felt the muscles in my core coiling in preparation to throw her off. But then I noticed her movement had placed her ass on my chest, and she had spread her legs far apart for stability.

There it was, her pussy. Completely bare. Tight pink folds, glistening with moisture, swollen with desire. A small hood, peaking out, inviting a lick. But more than anything else, what I noticed was the smell. The mangoes were still there, but the earthy musk was stronger than ever. I inhaled and felt my mind spin. My vision blurred and the image of her pussy seemed to swell before my eyes.

Something about this situation was out of control. I had wanted this woman since I met her. But now, the need was visceral. There was something animal in me, something fierce, straining to get out. I moved my hands to grab her, to take her, to claim her, and felt them restrained. At the same moment, I heard similar clicks around my ankles and felt the tingle of cold steel. But there was no fear, not any more. Just desire and frustrated lust.

Another wave of her delicious musk wafted through my nose and overwhelmed my senses. I groaned and tried to form words. My throat felt swollen and parched. I managed a simple "Need... you..." I felt my balls churning -- what was she doing?

She turned to look at me briefly, before shaking her head to clear her hair. And she she attacked my throbbing member, swallowing it whole in a single, fluid motion. The sensation was a white hot poker of pleasure, sending shivers throughout my spine. I closed my eyes tightly as every muscle in my body spasmed, and I could feel my bonds straining to contain me. She stayed still there, for just a moment. I opened my eyes, but all I could see was her pussy. The moisture now leaking out onto her thighs, dripping down onto my chest. So close, and yet so far.

She started moving her mouth up and down my length. She kept my head inside of her mouth at the top of each stroke, pausing for a moment to tease the tip with her tongue. Then back down, until I could feel the muscles in her throat start to gag. She was humming as she worked, the vibrations from her mouth somehow travelling to my balls, exciting my already frenetic lust. The feeling was exquisite, the sound even more so. I twisted my torso and groaned as her head bobbed up and down, accelerating bit by bit. The smell of my sweat mixed with her musk in my nostrils, and I felt myself grow frenzied. Release would be coming soon, I knew it. I couldn't control it much longer. As much as I wanted that pussy, there wasn't anything I could do.

She paused at the top of a stroke, and I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft. Her lips drew back, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, until with a small popping sound, she released my cock. I couldn't see her face -- all I could see was that flushed slit between her legs -- but I could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke. "Now, now, baby. We can't have you cumming quite yet, now can we?"

She inhaled and blew a stream of cool air across my sensitive head. The muscles in my groin jerked uncontrollably and I felt my heavy cock spasm. I was so close to the edge, but I knew I didn't want to cum quite yet. What I really wanted was that pussy. Just a taste, a lick. Something boiled in my gut.

She contracted her thighs, bringing her sweet pussy closer to me momentarily, and then raised herself until she was straddling my chest. I felt the warmth and wetness of her cunt dripping onto my chest. She knew was she was doing -- she ground her hips into me, making sure her juices and aroma would cover my chest, in some erotically overcharged parody of a menthol rub. The feeling was overwhelming.

She turned to look at me, and saw the need in my face, plain as day. She smiled maternally, but behind that smile I could detect a hint of something else, something animal rising up to meet my own primal instinct. She was starting to lose her composure. Mine was far gone.

She inched her way down my midsection, leaving a treasure trail of juices across my stomach and towards my groin. She raised her hips off of me and grabbed my cock with one hand. I heard her speak quietly, almost distractedly. "Time for the main event, I guess." I was confused -- was she talking to someone else?

And then she drove her hips down and impaled herself on my cock, and there wasn't much confusion any more. There wasn't much of anything except pleasure, and liquid heat, and friction, and the feeling of her walls gripping me. It was reverse cowgirl, her toned ass forming perfect orbs on either side of my cock as she squeezed. My hips drove up into her automatically.

There was no preamble, this time. No teasing, no slow increase in pace, as there had been with her mouth. This was different. I could hear her gasp and moan as she rode me, hear the sounds of her body as flesh hit flesh, as she drove herself down on to me again and again. She arched her back and ran her hands through her hair. I caught glimpses of the sides of her tits bouncing up and down, up and down.

I wasn't going to last long, I knew it. I moaned, trying to communicate with her, trying to get her to slow down. I wanted to savor this, I wanted more, I wanted time with this beauty. I wanted to see her face contort -- not just hear it. I strained at my bonds again, but to no avail.

I felt the cum churning inside my swollen balls. A boiling sensation. Pressure building higher and higher. I couldn't control it any longer, and I gasped as I felt myself go over the edge. My cock swelled within her, but before the first blast of cum coated her insides, I felt a sudden prickle below my balls, followed by a shot of white hot pain! The pain temporarily overwhelmed the pleasure, even in the instant of orgasm, and I had a moment of lucidity: she was injecting the shot directly into my perineum!