Paula's Past - Prologue

The hallway light was a sickly yellow, seeping under our bedroom door as I came in from my late shower. Eleanor was already in bed, propped against a mountain of pillows,the lamplight carving her features into something soft and familiar. She was tracing the rim of her water glass, a dreamy look in her eyes and a slight frim on her lips.

"Long day?" I asked, sliding under the duvet. The cool sheets were a shock against my warm skin.

She blinked, focusing on me. "Hmm? Oh. No, not really. Just… remembering a funny story."

"About what?" I shifted closer, my arm finding its place around her waist.

A small, humorless smile touched her lips. "Remember how you asked about… Mark? And why I was so glad it ended?"

I nodded, my thumb stroking the fabric of her nightshirt.

"I was thinking about this one night," she began, her voice dropping to a near-whisper, the way it does when she's pulling up a memory that makes her aroused. "He was into… experiments. He called them that. Said it was about trust." She pulls you onto the bed next to her, stroking your chest in little circles distractedly. "He'd blindfold me. Silk scarf, specifically. He had this whole ritual. Tying it himself, making sure it was perfect, no light peeking through, so you couldn't see anything." She closed her eyes "And then... he would touch me. Tracing my hair, stroking my hair like you know i like."

I reached my hand over, feeling her silky hair run between my fingers.

"Like this?"

"Yes, but this one particular night," she continued, her fingers dopping to my belt, squeezing my bulge and causing it to stir. "it felt different. I had already come once riding my vibrator whilst he teased my skin. When the bedroom door opens and the energy in the room changed. There was someone else there. I could feel it. The way the floorboards creaked. But Mark just kept talking in that calm, soothing voice of his. He told me that someone has come to visit and they were very excited to see me. He had said this before, pretending someone was there but never with the door and footsteps."

Her hand undid my belt and buttons, sliding inside to trace and squeeze my growing shape.

She continued, "I got nervous and asked him if anyone was actually there. There was a shuffle then bump as he reached over to lift my blindfold. I peered around the room, it was just us and the door was closed. He always spanked me when I broke the rules "No peeking". You know how I love being spanked, the tingle on my skin especially after I've come. This time it was a few quick swaps whilst he slid the blindfold back on and told me to trust him that I would enjoy it. He was so funny with his games, glad I don't have to deal with that any more"

"Sure" was all I could say, swelling under her probing fingers.

She fell silent, the quiet stretched thin and taut. I could hear the hum of her vibrator that i hadn't even realise she got out. And down the hall, the distant rush of tires on wet asphalt. My hand reached over to join it, easily slipping inside and teasing her favourite spot. "Ugh." "Good you're so wet" "Huh..." "So what did he do then?" "Who?" "Mark"

"O..Ohh yeah... I heard a zipper," she whispered, her hand on my now exposed cock slowed. "And then… the smell. Not Mark, he'd used a different soap, acted different."

Her breath hitched. "It was hands in my hair, rougher, fingers tangling, pulling, a grip like iron. Forcing my head back. I remember trying to ask him to be gentle, but my voice was just a gasp as a cock was pressed into my face."

"And then it wasn't a question anymore. It was just… happening. The blindfold was still perfect, absolute darkness. Mark was still talking, that same steady drone, "stick out your tongue" but it was background noise now. Like a radio playing in another room. All I could focus on was the…feeling, the taste as it slid along my tongue. It was big, he said it got bigger when he took viagra. So it stretched my jaw, unignorable on my lips. It pushed in, and there was no grace to it, no asking."

She swallowed hard, whilst smearing my precum around my head, causing mw to twitch and swell to full hardness.

" I like to pretend it was you when I think about it." She said. "Getting to roughly face fuck me before we ever met and then going on to fall in love and marry me."

"Maybe it was!" I said

"Bet you would love that. This wasn't like you calm, powerful but caring , this was just… taking. Deeper than anything I'd ever felt. The back of my throat… it was pushed aside. He wasn't careful. He was just using it. I remember gagging as he slid in the first time, my body trying to reject it, but the hands held me fast until his balls touched my chin. After that was relentless. All the way out till the head sat on the tip of his tongue, where sometimes he would pause and flex leaking precum coating my taste buds. Before firmly sliding his length past my tonsils. He started slow at first whilst I was still gagging and struggling with his size. But you know I'm good with my mouth, and he slowly increased his pace. Whenever he started to twitch he would pull all the way out of my mouth to pause. Giving me a chance to almost catch my breath before sliding back in to bounce his balls off my chin again."

I turned the power on her vibrate up. "Uugh.. yes" she shuddered momentarily. " Mark had turned the vibrator up to full too. Urgh... I must have cum at least 3 times whilst he face fucked me. Each time I did he would burry himself to the hilt until my orgasm passed... oh fuck... I thought.. I thought I might faint at one point" I held her throat, turning her head to face me so our tongues could dance. Inside her I rubbed my fingers in faster circles carrying her over the crest of her orgasm as she arched her back and moaned into my mouth.

"Then he grabbed my head with both hands and tipped my head back." She continued after a short time whilst looking up at me, with my hand still lightly clasped around her throat. "He pressed the head of his cock into the roof at the back of my mouth as he swelled. Then I remember this… this pressure building," she said, her voice cracking in a moan as my finger started to move again. "In my sinuses. My nose. And then… it was just… overflowing. I could feel it, hot and slick, leaking from my nostrils, mixing with saliva I couldn't stop. The humiliation… it was worse than the ****. The feeling of it just… coming out of my nose."

She took a shaky breath, her body trembling now. "It trasted different and it was so much, Mark must have taken some suppliments to increase it which changed the taste. He told me to swallow it whilst the cock was unceremoniously pulled from my mouth, allowing my jaw to close and relax. Swallow it! Whilst half of it is up my nose! See this is why I'm glad I moved on... Do you want to recreate it now?"

"Well obviously!" I replied, perhaps slightly too eagerly, causing her eyebrows to raise. "But what happened after?"

"O nothing really, I just lay on the bed trying to catch my breath whilst he left the room to clean himself up. But we did have great sex the next day."

"Didn't you take the blindfold off?"

"Of course I did after I got my breath back. Now stop asking me questions and come and fuck my face!" She moaned with a half hidden eagerness through half lidded eyes. I didn't need to be told twice. Jumping to my feet on the bed and taking a ball of her hair in my hand. I slapped my cock against her forehead a few times with a wet thud. "Hey! That didn't happen in the story." She snapped.

"Well this is my story" I said. Wringing out a drop of precum with my hand which I dabbed from the tip of my dick to the tip of her nose causing her forehead furrow in annoyance. But before she could say anything I slowly slid myself into her mouth and along her tongue, causing her face to soften again.

We recreated what she had told me thrust by thrust. Except when felt my cum rising, I pulled from her mouth to splatter across her face, knowing better than to repeat the climax. It hung on her eyelashes, dripping from her chin which she caught with her hand before picking clean.

" Mmm... much better than the first time..." she mused absentmindedly.