It was the middle of the 1990s, and I was about 20 years old. I was seeing a girl a couple of years older than me, and we had been dating for just over a year.
Tula had moved to Oxford to study her PHD at the prestigious university two months ago. The internet was still in its infancy, so the only contact we had was via phone.
I think looking back, we both knew that due to how intense the relationship had been for the last two years, it was going to be difficult to continue at a long distance, but we were at the naïve stage where we were trying to make it work.
I had travelled late in the afternoon after work, and by the time I arrived in Oxford, it was already early evening.
She met me at the train station and leapt into my arms; the passionate kiss lasted for an age, as I twirled her around, having dropped my bag on the floor. She had straightened her long raven-black hair and was wearing a simple but sexy black dress over whale net tights.
“Oh God, I have missed you, babe,” she said, holding me tightly.
“I have missed you too, Tula, so fucking much,” I said, crushing the air from her body. Finally, after much more kissing, I picked up my bag, and she took my hand. We walked through the ancient city founded in the eighth century. She pointed out places of interest on the short walk to her small flat.
It was a beautiful city, but I only had eyes for her.
“Sit down and I will make you a coffee; you must be tired after that train journey.” She said as we entered the small living room. I dropped my bag and slumped onto the sofa.
“Over five hours on a train is certainly not much fun, but it was worth it to see you, Tula,” I assured her. She walked in from the kitchen and placed a coffee cup on the table. She dropped to her knees in front of me, her thighs wide apart as she leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill out of the top of her dress.
“I am glad you feel ok, but I still think I should take care of you, Sir.” She purred from the floor. The last word got my attention, and I sat up, replying, “Well, Miss Brooks, I think you know the best way to wake me up.”
“I do, Sir, but I want you to tell me.” She grinned.
“Miss Brooks, come here and suck my dick,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir.” She grinned and crawled forward. Rapidly unzipping my jeans and freeing my already hard cock, she teased me for a little while, rolling her tongue around the tip before leisurely licking down its length, before finally, blissfully, taking it deep into her mouth, her lips tightening around my girth as she worked her way up and down.
My head rolled back as I sighed and said, “Wow, I had almost forgotten just how good this fucking feels.” She looked up and smiled, still stroking gently with her hand
“I really need you inside me, and I should tell you, I am not wearing any panties,” she said, her eyes were full of desire.
“Oh, really? That is good to know, but I just need to remind Miss Brooks who is in charge.” With that, I took hold of her hair and forced her head back down. She started to say something, but it became muffled as my cock filled her mouth.
Resigned to her fate, she allowed me to manipulate her head up and down my length for the next few minutes. I reached my other hand behind her and unzipped her dress, finally releasing her and pulling the dress over her head.
True to her word, she was wearing beneath a black bra but no panties under the whale-net tights. I pushed her down to kneel on the edge of the sofa. There is something alluring about a nice shapely arse clad in fishnet, and as the holes on the tights were large enough, I left them in place.
After two months, it was no surprise that the sight below me meant I gave in to passion. Taking hold of my cock I aimed it through a hole in the tights and slid into her from behind. Her wet pussy welcomed me like an old friend as she sighed loudly.
Her moans increased along with my speed and depth. Reaching forward, I unhooked her bra, and she allowed it to fall away, leaned back and kissed me passionately before falling on all fours again as I continued to drive into her from behind.
Taking hold of her hair and yanking back her head in the way I knew she liked, she arched her back and moaned loudly. After a few more minutes, I withdrew from her and said, “I think it is time you showed me your bedroom, Miss Brooks.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a broad smile and took my hand, leading me down a short corridor.
She crawled onto the bed as I rapidly undressed. I walked over and stroked her behind, aimed a few hard slaps at it and then said. “Turn over, Miss Brooks, I want to see your beautiful face when you cum.”
“Yes, Sir.” She sighed and turned onto her back, smiling up at me as I lifted her legs high into the air. She took hold of my hard cock and guided it between the holes in the tights and into her soaking pussy. My hands found her plump breasts and massaged and squeezed them as I started to build up a rhythm.
She made it clear she was in a rush, and her hand dropped to start rubbing her clitoris as she moaned loudly and her head swayed side to side, her eyes closing as she increased the pressure on her clit.
Recognising she was close, I increased my speed and depth, trying to match her intensity. Finally, her mouth opened, and she screamed in a long, drawn-out gasp of release; her legs straightened, and I felt her pussy pulsing around my cock.
This was more than I could take, and I threw my head back as I reached release, flooding deep inside her. I withdrew and collapsed beside her, breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my chest.
She peeled off her tights, and I kissed the marks embedded in her soft skin left by the tights. We showered together and then rapidly fell into a contented sleep.
I woke the next morning to find she had let me sleep in. I pulled on some boxer shorts, went to the toilet and brushed my teeth, walking into the living room.
“Morning, Tula”, I called.
“I am in the kitchen, baby; be there in a minute”, she replied as I sat on the sofa.
If I was not fully awake, I certainly was when she walked through the door saying, “Good morning, sir.” Turning, I saw she was wearing the medieval maid outfit I had bought her a couple of years before, complete with white stockings, a white bow in her long black hair that was tied up and an under-bust corset pushing up her large breasts, which threatened to spill over the top of the white low-cut blouse at any second.
“Oh, wow. Good morning, Miss Brooks,” I said with a beaming smile.
“Is Sir ready for his morning blow job?” she asked, walking towards me.
“Yes.” Was all I could stutter, caught completely off guard. She knelt on the sofa beside me, pulled off my boxer shorts, bent over and took my dick between her lips before I could process what was happening, her breasts spilling out over the top of the corset as she leaned forward, moving her head rapidly up and down my shaft as her hand held me steady.
I watched captivated as her breasts swung back and forth in time with her head moving up and down my shaft; if there was ever a way to hypnotise people, this is it!
I realised I had allowed her to take the initiative for way too long, took hold of her ponytail and lifted her head off my cock, kissed her deeply and said, “Get on your back, where you belong, wench.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly with a smile as she lay on her back on the sofa. I knelt in front of her and pushed up the bottom of the maid's dress to find she was naked beneath, as I slid into her with ease. Her hand dropped to gently rub her clit as I straightened her leg and kissed the back of her calf as I thrust in and out of her velvety, warm depths.
Looking down, the view was absolutely divine. Her head hung back, mouth wide open in silent anguish, watching my thick cock slide in and out of her, as her fingers gently rubbed her clit and her breasts bounced back and forth with the rhythm of my thrusts.
Without warning, she moaned loudly, “Oh god, oh god, oh God, yes!” I felt the familiar pulsing from her pussy wrapped around me, and her leg at my shoulder twitched uncontrollably.
“Sorry, sir, I didn’t realise I was that close.” She gasped as she stopped spasming.
“Well, I think you should get on your knees in penance, Wench,” I answered.
“Yes, Sir. Of course, sir,” She slid off the sofa and dropped to her knees. As I stood, reaching up, she took my wet cock into her hand and started to stroke it gently. The top had dropped off both her shoulders now, and as she wrapped her lips around my cock, I reached down and squeezed and caressed her breasts.
“Would you like to come on your wench’s tits, sir?” She asked as she pumped her hand back and forth, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. I was surprised by her language and also by her question, as we had never done this.
“Yes, I would.” I sighed as she again took me to the back of her throat and started to stroke my balls beneath, she sucked her way to the tip and made a popping noise like you do when you suck a lollipop, she opened her mouth wide and looked up at me as she furiously worked my shaft with her hand, as I groaned loudly and sprayed hot white liquid across her face, chest and neck. She swallowed what had landed on her tongue.
“That is difficult to aim, “ she laughed as I realised it was the first time I had come on her rather than inside her. I laughed too.
She stood and allowed the maid's dress to drop to the floor, walked to the door, naked apart from the stockings, looked over her shoulder and said, “Shower?
“Hell Yes,” I answered, following her.
We had a long, long shower followed by breakfast, and I begrudgingly agreed that I couldn’t spend my entire trip to Oxford fucking her, so we dressed and went out so she could show me around. We spent a couple of hours wandering around the city centre, and then Tula said she wanted to show me one of her favourite places to relax and read.
We walked hand in hand through a park and up onto the top of a secluded hill. We sat down and shared a cigarette as we watched the sun slowly go down together.
“Do you remember how our kinky stuff started, baby?” she asked.
“You mean when you asked me to surprise you and force myself on you? How could I forget Tula? It was amazing.” I said, leaning in and kissing her.
“Yes, that is what I mean. I want you to do that again while you are here, again don’t tell me when, just take me and be as rough as you can while I fight back.” She said with a broad, excited smile.
“I am sure I can work something out,” I said with a smile, feeling myself hardening just at the thought of what she had asked.
Tula took a long drag and passed me the cigarette. “All this talk has made me horny. I want something else in my mouth.” She said with a cheeky grin and dropped to her knees in front of me, and unzipped my jeans. I quickly looked around to make sure we were alone.
Confident we were not going to be interrupted, I took a long drag on the cigarette and sighed as she rolled her tongue around the end of my rapidly stiffening penis. She sucked it deep into her mouth and a few moments later said, “I love feeling it grow in my mouth,” before again taking it deep into her throat.
As if to make her own point and possibly due to the public nature of the adventure, she stopped teasing, and as I reached full hardness, she started to work her lips back and forth with purpose.
Having discarded the cigarette, I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently encouraged her to take me deeper, which she did with enthusiasm.
Looking around us again to make sure it was clear, I withdrew from her lips and moved to stand behind her, gently pushing her down onto all fours in the grass. I lifted the bottom of her short T-shirt dress and tore off her black panties.
Kneeling behind her, I took hold of her hips and slid into her easily from behind, quickly building up a rhythm as I held her shoulder to thrust deeper and harder. Realising she was starting to moan rather loudly, I wrapped my hand around her mouth, pulling her head back towards me as I fucked her harder and faster with her moaning into my hand.
“Timmy. Timmy,” a voice called.
We both froze for a second. And as the voice called again, I slid out of her and did up my trousers. Tula stood and pulled her panties back up swiftly, just as a brown and white Jack Russell ran over the top of the hill.
As Tula started giggling, I said “Hi Timmy” and bent down to stroke and fuss the dog now at my feet. A middle aged women in blue jeans then appeared over the hill with a leash and said, "Thank you.” as she clipped the runaway dog.
I wrapped my arm around Tula’s waist and kissed her, saying, “Home time, I really need to tie you down, spank you and then fuck you.”
“I was so close to coming before we got interrupted. When we get back, you can have Miss Brooks; you are always much rougher with her than me, and I need to be fucked hard”
The second we entered her small flat, I pinned her to the wall behind the front door and kissed her roughly. My hand tearing her panties down and then pulling her shirt over her head as they slid to the floor. “Bedroom, now, Miss Brooks and find your manacles,” I said, slapping her arse and watching her naked body as she kicked off her shoes and walked in front of me.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped.
I had removed my shirt as we got to the bedroom and took off my jeans, standing in just my boxer shorts, when she brought me four leather manacles attached to long chains and clips.
Taking the leather manacles from her, I secured one around each of her wrists, had her get on all fours on the bed and clipped the manacles to a long chain. I then took a black satin scarf and gagged her, kissing her forehead, saying, “We don’t want you disturbing the neighbours.”
I then secured manacles around her ankles and again clipped them to a long chain running under the bed.
Kneeling behind her, I stroked my hand across her buttocks, then aimed a series of hard slaps at each buttock in turn. I gently stroked my fingers along her vulva and down the soaking wet lips of her pussy. As she moaned gently through the gag, I said, “Do you remember your safe gesture, Miss Brooks?” I watched as she opened and closed her hands to show that she did.
“Good girl,” I said, removing my hands from her vagina and launching a severe spanking to her delicate, plump behind, delighting in how her arse bounced and reverberated with every strike.
By the time I paused again, she was grunting in pain with every slap, and I watched her hands carefully. They were now gripping the duvet tight enough to send her knuckles white, but there was no sign of her safe gesture.
Her cries of pain turned to moans of pleasure as I rubbed her pussy again, gently inserting two fingers to probe inside. She moaned loudly through the gag as I hooked my fingers forward and moved them back and forth rapidly in the way I knew would drive her crazy.
Then I tore my hand away and landed six or eight hard, fast slaps that brought grunts of pain from her. Part of me wanted to torment her further, but the sight of her glowing red cheeks and her moans of pain and pleasure were too much for me, and I took hold of her hips, knelt behind her and buried myself to the hilt.
Sliding my cock slowly, as deep into her as I could, savouring the tight wet warmth of her body for a few seconds before starting to fuck her hard, I quickly built up a rhythm as she pushed back into me. After being interrupted on the hill, I took possession of her body as I needed it, slamming into her hard and fast.
She was now almost screaming through the gag, and I recognised the change in her breathing as she reached orgasm, throwing her head back in exultation.
Her legs slowly gave, and she collapsed onto the bed beneath me. I quickly repositioned my thighs on either side of hers and entered her again, placing my hands on her arse and sliding gently in and out of her as she caught her breath. Reaching forward, I undid the gag and whispered in her ear.
“I want to come in your mouth, Miss Brooks.” My tone said this was a demand, not a request.
“Yes, Sir”, she said as I unclipped one of her wrists to allow her to prop herself up on her elbow. Moving to kneel in front of her, she grasped my cock and sucked it enthusiastically until I flooded her tongue a few moments later.
I lay on the bed next to her. “Are you going to release me, Sir?” she laughed.
“Eventually,” I answered, stroking her arse with my hand.
I did release her in the end, and we spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV and generally relaxing, before going out for dinner. We enjoyed a relaxed walk back to her flat after a good meal.
I was already stripped to my boxer shorts and sitting on her bed when she walked into the room. “You ok, baby?” she asked, passing me the cigarette she was smoking. I took a long drag and said
“Very full from dinner, but I am good, Tula.” She pressed play on the CD player, and as always, her favourite band, The Cure, started to play.
“I am sure I can take your mind off it,” she smiled and started dancing, slowly unzipping her dress and allowing it to drop to the floor. She looked stunning in the matching black lace underwear and lace-topped hold-up stockings.
I watched entranced as she writhed around to the familiar music, hooking her thumbs into the top of her panties and pushing them low on her hips, teasing the top of her freshly shaved pussy before moving her hands to slip the straps of her bra off her shoulders.
Deciding she had teased me enough, she slid her panties over her hips, removed her bra and let both fall to the floor, standing before me naked apart from the hold-ups with her long black hair covering her chest.
“Any requests, sir?” She said with a smile.
“Actually, Miss Brooks, I do. Last weekend on the phone, you described using your vibrator on yourself to me. The end was just moaning as you had put your gag in because your housemates were in and you wanted to stay quiet. I want you to do that again now, so I can watch,” I said with a smile.
She looked at me, considering and said, “Yes, sir, I was naked when I called you last weekend. Shall I take my stockings off?” I nodded; she slipped her stockings off and walked over to a drawer before returning to kneel at the end of the bed in front of me, moving her long, black hair over her shoulders.
She placed her small black vibrator next to her and did up the ball gag behind her neck, leaving it hanging around her neck. “Ok, sir, so as I explained on the phone, I started by massaging my breasts and stroking myself with my hands.” Her hands moved across her body as she spoke.
“I then turned on my vibrator and described to you that I was using the tip to tease my clit, before inserting it inside myself.”
Again, she followed her own description. She was starting to breathe heavier as she spoke, her other hand dropping to part her labia as she inserted the first inch or two inside herself.
“Wow, I am even wetter than I was last weekend, sir. It was at this point that I gagged myself, sir.”
“Go ahead then, Miss Brooks, good girl,” I said in a voice now deep with desire.
“Yes, sir,” she said and pulled the gag up into her mouth, then returning her attention to the vibrator in her pussy, she looked me in the eyes as I watched almost the entire vibrator disappear inside her, she was moving her hips slightly as her fingers thrust it inside, her other hand then dropping to gently rub her clitoris in a side to side motion, the speed of both hands increasing as she closed her eyes and moaned loudly through the gag. It did not take long for her to bring herself to orgasm, and as her body stopped spasming, she undid the gag and dropped it on the bed.
“I want you in my mouth now, please, Sir,” she said, her eyes full of desire
“As you asked politely,” I said, standing and walking carefully to the end of the bed, sliding my cock, now throbbing intensely from watching her performance, deep into her mouth. She raised a hand to stroke me as she hungrily moved her lips back and forth.
Worried I would stumble on the uneven mattress, I stepped onto the floor. She crouched in front of me and worked my shaft with both hands as I wrapped her hair in my hands. This allowed me to support her and also hold her steady as I started to slide in and out of her willing lips.
I slid myself out of her mouth and used her hair to make her stand. Wrapping my other hand around her waist, I kissed her passionately; it was a kiss full of need and want.
Still holding her hair, I pulled her onto the bed and pushed her down on all fours, dropping to my knees behind her, sliding my cock deep into her soaking pussy and resting my hand on her hip as I started to quickly build a rhythm inside her. She threw her hair to one side and turned back to look at me as she started moaning loudly.
“I should have kept the gag in, sir,” she said between moans.
“I like hearing you moan for me, Miss Brooks,” I said, pushing her down onto the bed so she had to stretch her arms forward and arch her back up to me. Taking hold of her hair, I pulled it back hard as I slammed into her from behind.
She gasped and moaned before pushing her face into the duvet and screaming a little as I felt her legs twitch and her pussy spasm and pulse around my cock. This pushed me over the edge, and I exploded deep inside her with a loud grunt.
We both collapsed onto the bed, and she rolled over onto me, kissing my cheek and saying, “Wow, just wow.”
We talked into the night and later made love, slowly, enjoying each other’s bodies and taking our time, till exhausted, we both fell asleep.
Tula walked into her front room in a dressing gown early the next morning to find me sitting in my boxer shorts and a light jumper. “Morning, Baby, you look thoughtful.” She said with a look of slight worry as she sat next to me.
“Just aware that I have to go home in a few days, my love,” I answered.
“We both knew the time apart was going to be hard; we just have to make the most of the time we have together.” She said, and then kissed me, then stood up and said, “I know what will take your mind off it.” She dropped her dressing gown to the floor and threw her naked body across my lap, looking back and said, “Spank me, sir”
Not one to refuse an offer like that, I aimed a flurry of hard slaps at her arse. “I am surprised you have not been spanked enough in the last two days.” I laughed.
“I have honestly missed it, which surprised me a little, sir.” She replied as I started to spank her again.
“I love knowing that, thank you, Miss Brooks. What else have you missed?” I said, stroking the lips of her pussy as she slightly opened her legs to me and moaned.
“I have missed how beautiful you always make me feel when we are together. I miss how safe you make me feel. I miss falling asleep and waking up in your arms. Oh, and I miss sucking your dick!” She was moaning loudly by the time she finished talking, and I removed my fingers from her soaking lips and aimed one more hard slap at her behind.
“Get on your knees, Miss Brooks,” she slid off my lap and knelt between my feet, looking up at me.
“Is that a hint, sir?” she said cheekily.
“I don’t give hints, Miss Brooks; I give orders, suck my cock, now!”
“Yes, sir”, she said with a grin, sliding my boxers off, looking me in the eyes and opening her mouth, exaggeratingly wide and slowly taking my now hard dick between her lips.
As she slowly sucked her way down its length, her long dark hair fell forward over her shoulders. I have always had a thing for girls with very long hair, and I was only able to allow her to tease me with her mouth for a few minutes before I ordered her to stand up.
Placing my hands on her hips I turned her around and pulled her backwards onto my cock, she slowly lowered herself onto me, sighing loudly as I filled her, I sat back with my hands holding her wrists, watching as she moved up and down on my lap, her long hair swaying as she did, it was now so long it was brushing her arse as she bounced. I released her wrists and placed my hands on her hips to support her.
She was now moaning loudly as she leaned forward a little and started to grind down onto me. I started caressing her arse. “This is one hell of a fucking view!” I said. She glanced back at me and smiled.
“Well, you enjoy the view, sir, while I see how quickly I can make us both come.” She said. Before I could work out what she meant, she straightened her back and started moving up and down my length faster. At the same time, she reached down underneath herself and started to gently massage my balls.
Judging from the increasing volume of her moaning, she was using her other hand to rub her clit, I placed my hands on her hips to help steady her as she threw her head back and started mumbling, “oh god, oh god, oh god, yeeees.”
As the walls of her pussy pulsed and tensed around my shaft, I exploded deep inside her with a loud, primal grunt. She continued to spasm on top of me for a few more seconds and then slumped back against my chest.
I kissed her neck and said, “Now that is a good way to start a day.”
She just sighed and snuggled back into me, awash with post orgasmic bliss.
