It was the middle of the 1990s, and I was about 20 years old.

It was my final day in Oxford, visiting the beautiful girl I had been with for the last two years. The day before, we had decided that this would be the last day of our relationship as she would be moving to Germany.

We were both devastated.

I awoke in an empty bed.

I called her name, but got no response. I sat up to find a note on the bedside table.

‘Needed to clear my head, so I have gone for a walk,

I won’t be long, so please don’t worry. I love you, Tula xXx’

I pulled on my boxer shorts and made a coffee. Not long after, I heard the door and turned around.

“Oh my god, what have you done to your beautiful hair?” I gasped in surprise.

Her raven-black hair that had previously been almost down to her waist was now cut to just below her chin.

“I just felt I needed to do something drastic. Do you hate it?” she asked, looking unsure of herself.

“You are still beautiful, Tula. I am sorry; it was just a shock. It actually really suits you,” I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her.

“It feels so weird; my head feels really light,” she laughed nervously after we had broken the kiss.

She pushed me back onto the chair and stood in front of me, slowly unzipping the short, dark grey dress she wore. “This is our last day together, and while I hate the decision we have made, I am not going to waste it.”

The dress was now fully unzipped, and she allowed it to fall open. She was naked beneath, and I could not help but stare at her amazing body. Her perfect breasts hung heavy above her flat stomach and narrow waist. She stepped forward as my gaze was drawn to her tidy, shaved, smooth pussy.

She dropped to her knees in front of me and pulled my now hard cock over my boxer shorts. She looked up at me and said, “We have plenty of time to think and talk and mourn what we have lost when you go home, but I intend to spend every minute that we have left together like it is our last.”

I was about to respond when she ran her tongue along the length of my shaft as I sighed heavily. She then moved my hard dick out of the way, taking each of my shaved balls into her mouth in turn and gently sucking on them.

Looking up at me with a wicked smile, her tongue running the length of the underside of my shaft, she finally rested the tip in her mouth, still looking up into my eyes. “I love you, baby.”

She sighed and closed her lips around my cock, taking it to the back of her throat again and again.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the range of sensations she created using her skilful mouth for a few minutes. Finally, I placed my hand under her chin and raised her face to me, bending down to kiss her deeply. I stood, pulling her to her feet with me, walked a couple of paces to the sofa and pushed her down onto her knees.

I pushed her dress up to her waist out of the way, aimed a couple of hard slaps at her arse and then slid into her from behind. I built a rhythm but was careful not to drive too hard or deep, wanting to draw out the pleasure. I could see her reach up and massage her own breasts below me.

After several minutes, she turned to look back at me and snapped, “Stop teasing and fuck me!” I leaned forward and placed my hand on her back, pushing her down into the sofa, arching her back as I slammed into her from behind.

I did not speed up and paused between every thrust, but each one was harder and deeper than the one before; her moans started to escalate in that familiar way until I felt her pussy pulse around me and she moaned loudly as she orgasmed.

I slowed as her spasms subsided, leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Had enough, my love?”

“Hell no!” she replied, moved herself from under me and turned round to lie on her back at the end of the sofa, spreading her legs wide and pulling me into her. She dropped her hand and stroked herself between her legs as I slid in and out of her.

“Tell me when you are close, baby,” she whispered between moans.

I nodded, my face strained with control.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she added. She massaged her chest with one hand as her other kept rubbing at her clit.

Realising I was close, I withdrew and straddled her; she slid down into the sofa and opened her mouth wide. She wrapped her lips tightly around my cock and allowed me to slide in and out of her mouth as I thrust my hips.

In a very short time, I groaned loudly as I flooded the back of her tongue.

Looking down, I realised I had the back of her head captive with my hand and released her. She sat back, gasping for breath a little, then leaned her head forward and licked and sucked me clean.

I sat on the sofa next to her. “I am going to take a shower; want to join me?” she asked with a smile. I nodded and said I would be in shortly.

A few minutes later, I walked into the bathroom and stood watching her for a minute, savouring the sight of her soaping her naked body, committing it to memory.

“Are you going to join me or just watch?” she asked with a broad smile. I stepped into the shower and pulled her into my arms.  

We relaxed for the rest of the morning and decided to go out for lunch in the afternoon. Lunch turned into drinks, and by the time we got back to Tula’s, we were both a little drunk.

I was sitting on her bed when she walked in, smiling with a bottle of Jack Daniel's. “Look what I found,” she said, holding it up. 

She was still wearing a long black dress, which was tight and had a split on one side that exposed her stocking-clad thigh.

She placed it on the floor and then stood with her hands in front of her and said, “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”

“You can start by taking off that dress, Miss Brooks,” I answered.

“Yes, sir,” she smiled and pulled the long, tight black dress over her head.

“And now the bra, Miss Brooks.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, reaching behind her back.

“Good girl, and now your panties, Miss Brooks,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she said as she turned her back to me and slowly, seductively slid her panties down her hips before finally stepping out of them to stand looking at me. She smoothed her hair down nervously as I looked at her sublime figure, the suspender belt perfectly framing her smooth, shaved pussy.

“What would you like me to do now, sir?” she asked with a cheeky smile.

“Well, Miss Brooks, I could happily just sit here and stare at you for the next hour, but I think you should come here and suck my dick,” I answered.

“Yes, sir,” she said enthusiastically as she crawled up to me from the bottom of the bed. She lay on her stomach between my legs and looked up at me as she slowly took my hard cock between her lips.

After a few minutes, I lifted myself onto my knees and reached over her, aiming a few hard slaps at her perfect behind. She winced and writhed under the spanking.

“Slow down, Miss Brooks,” I said with a sigh as I placed my hand on the back of her head.

I pulled her up onto her knees and used my hand on the back of her head to hold my cock at the back of her throat for a few seconds before releasing her as she sprang back, gasping for air. She smiled up at me and took me between her lips again.

“Play with your pussy, Miss Brooks,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir.” She sighed before wrapping her lips around my girth again. I watched as her hand dropped below her, and before long, her moans were matching my own as her fingers moved inside her.

After a few minutes, she dropped me from her mouth again. She looked up and said, “Please fuck me now, sir.” There was desperation in her eyes.

But in a final display of domination, I placed my hand on the back of her head and forced her back down the length of my dick as her muffled voice trailed off. I could see her fingers still working frenetically at her pussy.

Again, I leaned forward to spank her as she continued to slide me to the back of her throat before finally saying in a deep voice, “Turn around, Miss Brooks.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned, her voice full of passion and desire as she spun around.

I landed a couple more well-aimed slaps at her arse and then took hold of her hips and buried myself to the hilt, as it always was; her body was warm, wet and welcoming to me. I quickly built up a steady rhythm, moving in and out of her like a well-oiled piston. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.

I withdrew and rolled her onto her back. “I want to see your face when you cum, Miss Brooks.”

“Yes, sir,” she sighed, placing her hands under her thighs and pulling her knees up towards her chest. I slid into her deep and hard and watched her face carefully, adding my fingers to rub her clit when she closed her eyes and her breathing became laboured. Her orgasm was powerful, her whole body spasming below me, followed shortly by my own climax before she had fully subsided.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms for a few hours, sleeping off the majority of the alcohol.

We awoke early in the evening and had a pleasant meal. Relaxing together on her sofa, I told her I wanted to make love to her one final time, as there would not be time before my train in the morning.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a sad smile.

“No, baby, I want Tula, not Miss Brooks, and I want to make love, not fuck.”

She nodded with a smile, acknowledging that she understood. We undressed and made love on her sofa, gentle, sensual, passionate love.

Early the following morning, as we said a tearful farewell at the train station, I took her into my arms and said, “The last two years have been amazing. You are my first true love, and I will never forget you.”

As I have written this Tale of the girl who helped awaken my interest in kink and bondage, almost three decades later, I guess I never have forgotten her. Thank you Tula, wherever you are.

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