“Are you ready?” she asked, a small smile broke her perfect red lips. “You remember the safe word?”
“Red – yes,” I was so nervous not knowing what to expect. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my beating heart, I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to hold onto any tangible feeling as my head swirled. She was so beautiful, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in real life, and she was standing naked in front of me. She had long dark wavy hair that framed her perfect face, and now her brown eyes rimmed in gold were staring at me from a halo of dark lashes. Her pale skin glowed as if the blood that pulsed beneath it was illuminated, the blue veins on her breasts trailed down towards her rosebud nipples, puckered and taught. There was a single freckle just above her left nipple and I wanted to put my mouth on it, rub my tongue over its surface to see if maybe it stood out from her skin. Her large perky breasts hung like two perfect tear drops, waiting for hands to lift and squeeze. Her hips swelled with femininity from her tapered waist, her flat belly leading down to a dark patch of neatly trimmed hair between her long legs. But it was her lips that drew me in, stained bright red like she had been eating over-ripe raspberries, the top lip perfectly heart shaped, and the bottom lip full and wide, beckoning me to bite it. I wanted those lips on my skin, gently sucking on my nipples, leaving a trail of red paint all over my body.
I was standing there naked dreaming about her lips as she circled me like a predatory cat, staring at my body, my rounded breasts, my bare pussy. I was already beginning to melt under her gaze, my knees trembled slightly. She stopped behind me and waited, I could feel her hot breath on the back of my neck, but she did not touch me yet leaving me wondering and wanting. When she finally did, I jumped at the suddenness of it, she gently kissed the back of my shoulder, running her fingers from the back of my thighs slowly trailing upwards over my ass and to my back, connecting finally to the point on my shoulder where the feeling of her kiss still lingered. She kneeled down behind me and placed her lips on the back of my knee, kissing and nibbling upwards to my thighs, dangerously close to my throbbing center. I whimpered when she stood up and refocused her attention again to my neck and shoulders. Kissing and biting, scratching her fingernails over my lower back, then slowing trailing her fingernails around my waist and up my front, finding my breasts. Her palms softly rolled my nipples in small circles, urging them to pucker under her touch. Then she pinched them, causing me to cry out.
“Turn around,” she ordered firmly. She pushed me back onto the bed, and I worried that my dripping pussy would leave a mark on the green velvet coverlet. She didn’t seem to care. She took my foot into her hand and kissed my instep, those red lips teasing me, as they worked their way up my leg, along my thigh, stopping just short of my pussy lips. Oh god! The heat between my legs was building more and more as she teased me, I almost couldn’t stand it any longer. She leaned over me, her hips between my open thighs and grabbed one of my nipples with her sweet red mouth, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling around the hardened tip. Then she increased the pressure and bit down. I moaned wanting more, but she stopped her attentions there and left a trail of kisses down my belly towards my pussy. I leaned up and watched as she softly kissed my wet pussy lips, meeting my gaze as she did so. She trailed her tongue slowly up my slit, never parting my lips to reach the sweet spot nestled between them, eliciting soft moans from me in response. Then, she suddenly stood up and backed away, leaving my aching for the touch of her skin, her soft lips, even her sharp teeth.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” she placed her hands on each knee spreading my legs apart, her gold eyes seared into mine. Not wanting to disappoint, I reached down and lightly traced over my lips, embarrassed for feeling for the first time exactly how wet I was. I teased myself for a moment, relishing in the anticipation of finally finding my clit. I circled my sensitive bud before I dipped a finger into my drenched opening, watching her as her lips parted and her breathing became more rapid. A red flush decorated her breasts creeping up towards her chest. I could see the tips of her two front teeth peeking out from under her top lip as she panted, white against the red of her gorgeous lips. I want to rub my tongue over them! She reached down between my legs and placed her hand over mine, adding her finger inside me with my own. Pulling it out she placed it between her red lips tasting me, “You taste so good,” before slipping her finger inside me once more. Together we pushed our fingers in and out, bringing me closer to climax. She suddenly pulled her hand away, her voice gently commanded “STOP,” as she denied me an orgasm!
“Stand up and turn around. Put your hands behind your back,” and I did as I was told, feeling utterly disappointed and robbed of my release. She quickly wrapped a rope three times around each wrist and secured them together and behind me in an efficient and practiced manner. I was now bound and helpless and even more supplicated to her will. She pressed the palm of her hand on my back bending me over the bed and slapped my ass with just enough force to cause me to cry out but not to cause real pain. It felt delicious and I wanted more.
“You actually thought I was going to let you cum, didn’t you?” She laughed maliciously as she smacked me a few more times. My arousal had dropped slightly when she pulled her finger from inside me, but now it had risen again, and I was once again melting underneath her.
“Stand up and turn around, then kneel before me.” I would do anything for her at this point! It was difficult with out the use of my hands, but I managed to kneel in front of her and look up to meet her steady gaze. Her pussy was now level with my face, and she leaned forward and started to rub herself on my lips. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I suppose she knew this and wanted to deny my release even further by preventing me with the rope. I was at her mercy.
“You better do well at this or you’ll be punished!” I began in the same way she had by gently kissing her pussy lips, then sliding my tongue slowly up her slit. Then I reached my tongue out further, dipping it between her wet folds. She grabbed the back of my head pushing my face into her as she began to grind herself against me. Her pussy seemed to open to my mouth as I worked my tongue into her, flicking it over her clit then lapping vigorously. Heeding her warning, I gave her my best until she began to move her hips faster and faster, and then she cried out grabbing my head even harder as she came. I gazed up at her serene face, red lips parted slightly as her pulse slowed. As she came down from her orgasm, she grasped my head gently between her hands, massaging her fingers over my temples and down to the nape of my neck.
“You did good,” and that was all she said before helping me to my feet and releasing my hands from their bonds. She turned me around and pushed me back onto the bed once again, her face inches from my pussy. She slowly inserted her slender finger inside me, curling the tip to find my g-spot. Withdrawing her finger, she reached up and put it in my mouth, making me taste myself before continuing her ministrations. My legs began to tremble as I came closer and closer to release. “This pussy is mine, your orgasm belongs to me,” she growled into my upper thigh, biting me softly before moving her mouth to my clit. She worked her finger and tongue together in sync until I bucked my hips into her face and howled out a most intense orgasm, my insides quivering violently, my toes curling uncontrollably. As I lay there panting, hands shaking, she crawled up next to me and took me in her arms, laying my head against her breasts as she cooed softly into my ear. Her red lips kissed mine as she whispered hoarsely into my open mouth, “You did so well!” I felt as though I could do anything in that moment – I was so happy to have pleased her. A few moments later she stood up and handed me my clothes and my keys. “If I want you again, I’ll contact you,” and then she walked out the door into the next room, leaving me feeling all at once incredibly satisfied but yearning for more of her and her beautiful mouth.
Later that night as I lay in bed, I spread my legs and reached my hand down between them to find my most sensitive of spots. The scent of her still strong on my face, the memory of her soft red lips on my body, I once again brought myself to a shuddering climax. Then I realized that my mouth never did find its way to her nipple to discover if that freckle was raised slightly from her breast or not, and she once again had me wanting.