Blind Date (20 page)

“I’ll tell you what. You make me come and I’ll tell you everything I have planned for tonight.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, but lifted her pussy up on to Chris’ mouth.

Chris was ready for her, nipping lightly at Liv’s labia as she settled into place. Liv arched her back in pleasure and pulled at her nipples through her bra.

Chris wanted to grab his cock and pump it, but his damned hands were tied to the bed. He lifted his head to gain better access to Liv’s clit. She was so excited that her juices bathed his face. He got his lips on the little knob of flesh and made her gasp. Liv fell forward at the shock arching up from her twat, but caught herself on the headboard of the bed.

Her body shuddered hard and her free hand fumbled with her bra. Her thighs kept clenching against Chris’ face as he buried his nose and tongue in her flesh.

Liv arched her back and screamed in triumph. The bra flew across the room. Her hands grabbed both nipples and twisted.

Chris bit her, thinking to pay her back for her abuse, but the pain just triggered a full-fledged orgasm.

Liv collapsed completely, quivering hard, bringing all of her weight down on Chris’ face. He didn’t care. There was something intensely exciting about licking a woman’s pussy when he was tied up this way. He kept wiggling, sucking and drinking down Liv’s juices, trying to make her come again.

Liv wriggled too—suffocating Chris with her pussy—but he kept on attacking her labia and her clit. She was screaming with the pleasure he was causing and he wanted to drive her even further over the edge. If only his hands and legs were free so he could role her over and fuck her properly.

Liv slid off Chris’ face and onto his arm. He tried to follow her, but there was only so far his head and neck could stretch. She lay panting heavily beside him for half a minute, then grabbed his head and pushed her pussy back against it so he could make her come again.

The new orgasm was much less forceful, but Liv seemed happy with it none-the-less. Weaving almost drunkenly with the after effects of her pleasure, Liv re-straddled Chris’ chest and backed down his body to his long hard dick.

She lifted herself up so she could grab Chris’ cock between her legs and hold it against her lips while she sat back on it. “I never thought I’d do this again,” Liv admitted, “but all things considered, I’m enjoying myself.”

She eased herself back, groaning loudly as Chris entered her. Her voice rose half an octave in pitch. “Oh, yes, this is what I want!”

She began to rock her body slowly back and forth, easing Chris’ length deeper and deeper inside of her.

Liv’s pussy felt wonderful on Chris’ cock—so wet, so hot, so tight. He began to thrust his hips in rhythm to her movements, fully enjoying the pleasures of Liv’s pussy at last.

“Careful now,” she said. “It’s not quite time...for you to...come yet. We... wouldn’t want you...firing off...too soon.”

Chris opened his eyes. Liv’s were closed, a peaceful, happy expression on her face as she rocked Chris deeper and deeper inside her body. “You want me to wait for Merci?” he asked.

Liv reached down between her legs and began to finger her clit. Almost immediately the shuddering recommenced. Her pussy vibrated around Chris’ shaft and he continued to pump up into her, trying to increase the strength of each thrust.

Liv collapsed forward, her breasts pressing down upon Chris’ chest, her mouth working against his flesh. Chris began to pump faster, pushing her harder into climax as he sought his own release.

Liv bit him again, obviously intensifying the force of her own orgasm. The pain helped Chris as well. He thrust wildly up inside her, feeling the cum stirring in his balls.

Liv rolled off Chris’ body and sat down on the floor next to the bed.

Chris bucked and thrashed, trying to move after her, but his arms and legs were bound and there was nothing he could even grind his throbbing dick against. Frustrated beyond belief, he sank back miserably on to the bed. His still-raging hard on glistened with Liv’s juices, purple with excitement and frustration.

Liv slowly got to her feet and rummaged through her bag. She was breathing very hard and didn’t seem to trust her voice. She recovered her cell phone and pointed the camera lens at Chris’ bound and naked body.

“This one...is for my...scrapbook,” she panted.

She came closer, evidently zooming in on Chris’ still prominent erection. “And this one,” she added.

She returned the phone to her bag and picked up her skirt.

“What’s going on?” Chris asked, suspecting that things were not truly right again.

“I’m going back to Merci and the boys,” Liv told him. “She doesn’t know I came here tonight. She’s too busy getting fucked by two football jocks to care. It was very hot when I left, I assure you. Merci’s not thinking of you at all right now.”

Chris began to strain against his bonds again—really struggling this time. The ropes cut into his wrists but he couldn’t get his hand to slip out of them.

“Don’t worry,” Liv told him. “I didn’t forget about you. I have a friend who should be here in half an hour or so. She’s a retired call girl—very high priced when she was active.” Liv took a pile of hundred dollar bills out of her bag and placed them between Chris’ legs, just below his balls.

“She’s agreed to do me a favor—come out of retirement, so to speak. She’s bringing a friend to take pictures. Merci will love seeing how you spend your nights without her.”

“Liv!” Chris’ anger was completely unfeigned and just barely in control. “Let me go right now!”

Either Liv didn’t hear the menace in Chris’ voice, or simply didn’t care.  She puckered her lips at him, and then said. “Enjoy your evening, big boy. If you’re really nice to Colleen, she might let you come in the end—but I wouldn’t count on it.”

She was laughing as she finished pulling on her shirt, picked up her bag and left the room.

Chris howled with rage, willing to rip his hands off if that was what it took to get free. The ropes dug even deeper into his flesh, but he just couldn’t slip them over the heels of his hands.

Chapter Forty Eight

Merci

Ed sucked at Merci’s cum-stained pussy, while Brian straddled her, fucking her tits. His thin dick kept popping out from between them to hit her on the chin. Merci tried to catch it with her mouth, but he was usually back inside her breasts before she could lick him.

She had lost track of how many times she had come now, but between the orgasms and the alcohol, her coordination had really begun to suffer. Brian and Ed didn’t seem to have that problem—they just wanted to keep fucking.

Merci caught Brian’s dick this time, clamping her lips over it as the head stabbed near her mouth. He was salty and still mostly hard.

Ed’s fingers pressed inside her vagina as he licked her clit up and down. It didn’t take much anymore to start another wave of shudders. Merci groaned with pleasure as her pussy, with a mind of its own, clamped down hard on Ed’s hand. The two men felt so good, but they were no longer really enough.

“Just fuck me!” she screamed. “I want us all to come!”

Ed scrambled to comply, lifting Merci’s legs and shoving his dick inside. He wasn’t as hard this time, but he was still pumping heroically. Brian squeezed her breasts even harder, but his dick had popped out from between them. A second set of lips joined Merci in kissing his shaft as Liv reached down Merci’s stomach to stroke her clit above Ed’s pumping cock.

It was too much for Brian. With two mouths demanding his dick’s attention, he reared up and came at both of them. Somehow the semen still shot an inch or two ahead of him, splattering Liv’s nose before dropping back to Merci’s body.

Liv greedily swallowed the oozing prick, but then pulled back to share. Merci had just gotten Brian’s dick back in her mouth when Ed abandoned her pussy to finish jacking off on Merci and Liv’s faces.

As the semen dripped out of his cock, Merci wrestled with Liv to see who would own it.

Laughing from pure joy, Merci pulled all three faces down to her breasts and eventually fell asleep with all three lovers still wrapped in her arms.

Chapter Forty Nine

Chris

The moment Chris heard his front door open he began to grow hard.

His wrists and ankles were raw from struggling against his ropes. His anger at Liv’s trick boiled hot. His humiliation at being caught like this—spread eagle and naked on his bed—was intense. Yet the knowledge that a woman had just entered his apartment to have her way with him had his heart thumping with excitement and his cock leaping to attention.

“Chris?” a woman’s voice called out.

The unknown voice made Chris’ cock grow even harder.

“Chris? Oh, here you are.”

An attractive white woman peaked into the bedroom. She had long black hair with a sexy streak of gray in it that was so perfect it might not have been natural. She was probably in her mid-forties. She wore tight jeans, boots and a white t-shirt without a bra. Her breasts were large and full—the nipples and wide aureoles showing plainly through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Hope you don’t mind that I didn’t dress up, but I’m retired now, and all of that leather? Well, maybe if you were an old customer,” she smiled mischievously, “or a new boyfriend.”

Chris’ mouth was dry as he looked at her. His oft-frustrated cock was more than fully engorged. He wanted desperately to fuck this woman, but he needed even more to get loose and go find Merci.

“Please untie me,” Chris said. “Liv didn’t tell me what was happening when she set this up. I would like to call this off.”

“Oh, I can see that,” the woman said with mock seriousness. She crawled on to the bed between Chris’ legs, bringing her large breasts close enough that he could discern something of the color beneath the thin white cotton of her shirt. The nipples were brownish-red and the flesh around them was white and pale.

The woman wasn’t finished talking. “That’s why your friend here is so unhappy to see me.” She ran a finger lightly over Chris’ erection, making Chris close his eyes to contain his pleasure.

“It’s so big,” she continued. “You don’t see one like this very often.”

She bent down and chastely kissed the swollen head. “Don’t worry, big guy,” she whispered. It was as if she was talking directly to the penis. “You’ll get to come very soon now.”

“Untie me!” Chris said again, letting his voice grow more forceful, showing some of his anger.

The woman picked the money up off the mattress and quickly counted it. Then she slipped off the bed and put it in her back pocket. “You don’t mind that I invited a friend? Liv wants pictures, and well, Natalie has always wanted to have a little adventure.”

A second woman moved timidly into the room. She had mousey brown hair and was dressed identically to the first woman—boots, tight jeans, and equally tight t-shirt over somewhat smaller breasts. “Where do you want me to set up, Colleen?”

Chris seized on the name. “Colleen, untie me!”

A stern, unhappy expression descended over Colleen’s face. “Now I will not be spoken to that way. Don’t think that I can’t discipline you.” A foil condom package appeared in her hand. “Have you ever been forced to suck on a condom lubricated with spermicide? Well, I have, and trust me you don’t want to get me mad!”

Chris restrained himself from replying. The thought of Colleen ripping that package open and forcing that condom into his mouth was utterly repulsive.

“That’s better,” Colleen said. “Now where were we? Oh, yes, the camera. Natalie, honey, you can take pictures from any angle you want just so long as they show us both having fun. I just have one question. Do you want to fuck or suck him first before I have a go at him?”

Natalie looked shyly at Chris’ naked body. “Could I?”

“Of course, honey, you can do anything you want. He’s all tied down for you.”

Chris could see Natalie trembling with excitement.

He was pretty damned excited himself.

Natalie took a step toward Chris.

“Slow down there,” Colleen said. “You can see his wares, aren’t you going to show him yours?”

Natalie stopped and fumbled with her shirt. Colleen stepped behind her and helped pull it off. Chris had to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning when Natalie’s naked breasts popped free. The spot on his stomach where his erection ended was suddenly sticky with pre-cum.

Natalie unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled them down past her hips. Her bush was an exciting tangle of equally mousey hair. The jeans got tangled around Natalie’s boots and Colleen had to help her again, giving Chris a glimpse of Natalie’s swollen lips.

When Natalie was completely naked, she stood shyly at the foot of the bed, half covering herself.

Colleen moved to the head of the bed and laid down across it, curled up around Chris’ head. She scratched his cheek with the condom wrapper. “I think,” she whispered, “that Natalie needs a little encouragement.”

She touched the still-sealed condom package to Chris’ lips.

“Get up here and suck my cock!” Chris demanded.

Natalie climbed awkwardly on to the bed, still trying to keep herself covered.

Colleen scraped the package against Chris’ teeth.

“Put your hands on my thighs, not your tits!” Chris commanded. “Rear up a little there and let me see you!”

Natalie hesitated, still looking embarrassed. Colleen got back off the bed and came to her assistance, gently prying Natalie’s right hand away from her breast and putting it firmly on Chris’ thigh. “Let him see you, honey. You know he wants to.”

Natalie lowered her other hand on her own, showing Chris two pendulous breasts just begging to be squeezed and fondled.