get
out.
Without a moment's hesitation, Stefan
threw Liz over his shoulder and carried her over to the bed. He was
playing along with her fantasy. While she struggled, he reached
into his pockets and pulled out a soft length of cloth to tie each
of her hands to the bed posts. He mounted her and pushed her shirt
up to her mouth to gag her. Still straddling her, he reached for
the lamp on the bedside table and shut it off. She watched the
outline of his figure pull his hood down. She strained her eyes to
get a look at his face, but she could only see his
silhouette.
Stefan leaned over and massaged her
breasts, licking her sensitive nipples occasionally. She could
barely keep her voice down, but her sounds were muffled through the
cloth of her shirt. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it
aggressively, pulling on the other with his hand. She protested
loudly, but settled to content herself with a quiet moan, letting a
wave of pleasure wash over her. Fortunately, the rooms on either
side of them were vacant.
He went in for her neck again while
groping her breasts, with the clear intent of leaving a hickey
behind her ear, away from the eyes of any man in her life. Once he
had finished, Stefan dismounted her. Liz protested again, wanting
nothing more than for him to continue. In the dark, she could
vaguely make out that he pulled off his sweats. He turned back
around and pulled the gag out as Liz glared at him.
"Why did you -”
Without bothering to let her finish,
he reverse-straddled her in sixty-nine position and pushed his cock
against her lips. She obliged and felt her core tense in pleasure.
He pushed in deeper, knowing from their dirty chats that she loved
giving head. He used his hands to find her clitoris; then, let his
tongue do the rest of the work. Liz didn't even pause to let
herself feel embarrassed by thinking about how wet she must have
been. Everything felt too warm and urgent. She tried to moan in
order to relieve some of the tension, but he was so far into her
mouth that it prevented her from doing so.
Exhaling sharply, his legs began to
tremble as he finished in her mouth. It was a lot, and she had no
choice but to swallow. He pulled out and started kissing her
slowly, alternating between her lips and her breasts, making her
beg before he pleased each spot. She could smell herself - taste
herself on his lips for the first time. He slid down again and
pushed his tongue deep into her. She yelped in surprise. He
responded by using his hands, too: one to massage her breast and
the other to stimulate her clit. His warm breath and his cold hands
made her feel numb with ecstasy; nothing else was of issue but that
he continued.
Liz thought she could be addicted to
this, never knowing how good foreplay, how good oral sex, how good
fingering were. Until now, the men in her life had never thought to
please her, only what they wanted until they came. Stefan began
moving even faster, and all thoughts in her head ceased. It was all
she could do to stifle her screams to moans and struggle to move
her locked arms. She wanted to grab his head and push it in. This
was unlike anything she had ever imagined when she pleased herself
to thoughts of him.
He lifted his head and she begged for
more, but he ignored her. He straddled her once more and moved
his hand roughly down her body, pausing at her belly button and
then again just outside her vagina. She was expecting it, pleading
for it, hoping that he would finger her, he continued down to her
inner thigh. Stefan seemed to take pleasure in watching her
struggle and lose control as he teased her torturously. He would
move his hand onto her vagina and dip a finger in, before he
quickly removed it and resumed caressing her inner thighs. Her legs
wouldn't stop twitching from the excitement, her body growing weak
on her.
He decided it was time. She was
finally weak enough. He removed her arm restraints and stood her
up, pushing her bare ass back against the cold wall. Chills