The Blindfold

M swiftly wrapped a piece of torn cloth across J's eyes and pushed her back to the sofa. With one large hand he grasped her wrists and held them above her head. Then, with the other hand, he unhooked her strapless bra, and removed it by gripping the under-wire with his teeth, pulling it from her to reveal two unusual but interesting breasts. She held her breath and waited for judgement, but he had none to give.

Instead, he flicked his tongue around her's nipple, then surveyed her topography with his lips, meanwhile, running his warm hand up her side, counting her ribs. J was growing anxious from all the teasing. He took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck it, while rolling the other through his fingers. He bit it and pulled at it, and she began to moan. He removed his hands from her wrists and covered her mouth. "Shh," he whispered. "Dirty little whores like you do as they're told."

She took this opportunity to reach down and grab onto his cock. Even through his jeans, this only made her want it more. She could feel that it was alive, moving. She wanted to kiss it, suck on it, but most of all, she wanted it in her. "Bad girl." he scolded. "Here's your punishment for being impatient."