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.
It was my penultimate day in Oxford. As I walked into the bedroom, my contemplative mood was instantly improved by the sight of Tula on her knees on the bed, in one of my old metal T-shirts she had claimed for herself sometime; I could see a hint of suspenders above the stockings that clad her legs.
“Sit down, sir,” she said with a smile, indicating a large ottoman that contained her bedding. I sat and watched as she slowly pulled up the bottom of the T-shirt to show the sheer thong she wore beneath, then higher to show the under-bust corset and above that a tight, sheer chiffon top, her nipples clearly visible beneath.
Aware I was now captivated, she pushed her breasts together beneath the chiffon, then, with the T-shirt still pulled up above her thong-clad behind, crawled to the end of the bed and dropped to her knees in front of the large mirror that leaned against the wall at the end of the bed.
I was fully aware that she was doing her best to distract us both from thinking about the fact that I was going home the following morning, and as I looked down at her on her knees, beckoning me to stand, I admitted to myself that the distraction was working very well.
As I stood, she reached forward and pulled down my black boxer shorts, and rolled her tongue around the tip of my already hard dick, then slowly sucked it deep into her mouth.
She spent a long time teasing and playing with it, something she was rather an expert at. Eventually, tired of her teasing, I placed my hand on the back of her head and drove myself deep into her throat repeatedly.
She allowed me the pleasure of being in charge for a short time, then placed her hands on my thighs, turning me slightly and pushing me to sit on the edge of the bed.
She pulled the T-shirt over her head and discarded it.
She tucked her long hair behind her ears as I reached forward and gently pinched and squeezed her breasts through the chiffon as she smiled at me.
Crouching on all fours, she again took my cock into her mouth, looking up at the mirror opposite us. I could see the amazing spectacle of her thong-clad arse in the reflection as her head moved up and down my length.
To my surprise, she reached her hands back and spread her cheeks so I could see her pussy glinting through the sheer fabric of the thong as I placed my hand on the back of her head to gently encourage her to take me deeper into her throat. The sight in the mirror before me was too alluring, and I wanted to change my view. I growled, “Turn around, Tula.”
She swung round on the floor so she was now facing the mirror. She smiled at me in the reflection as I dropped to my knees behind her, pulled her thong to the side and drove into her pussy from behind.
I sighed as I slid into the tight, warm, and wet orifice between her legs. She watched me fuck her for a while in the mirror in front of us, smiling through her moans of pleasure as I aimed occasional slaps at her arse.
She reached her arms back, holding onto my knees as I watched her chiffon-clad breasts bounce with every thrust.
She released my knees and dropped onto her hands, turned to look back at me and said, “I love you, baby,” with a sigh.
“I love you too, Tula,” I said and then withdrew from her, sliding the tiny thong down her thighs as she stood, allowing it to drop to the floor.
She crawled onto the bed and dropped onto her elbows as I again penetrated her from behind, the bed much kinder on my knees than the hard floor. I swiftly built up a fast rhythm as she gasped and sighed, “Oh God, I am going to cum, baby. I am going to cuuum.” The sentence ended in a long, drawn-out scream as I felt her pussy pulse around my cock.
As her orgasm subsided, she moved herself off me and turned me to sit on the bed. “We are about to go out, baby, so come in my mouth.” She smiled and lay beside me, sucking my cock to the back of her throat as she worked the shaft with her hand.
It did not take me long to reach climax as I flooded her tongue with a large groan and heard her swallow with a loud gulp.
We lay in blissful silence for a short time, and then she rose, saying, “Come on, we are meant to be meeting my friends in town soon.”
I dressed quickly and watched as she slid off the stockings and clipped a fresh fishnet pair to the suspender belt.
She pulled on a pretty black off-the-shoulder dress with lace sleeves, and as she straightened it and checked her make-up in the mirror, she looked at me and said, “My pussy is far too wet to wear panties. I hope that is ok.”
“That is fine, Tula, as long as you know that, being out all afternoon with that knowledge, I will want to fuck you the second we get home.”
“That is what I was counting on,” she said with a cheeky smile.
We met her friends and enjoyed a few hours of chat and food.
Returning to her house, she headed straight for the bedroom, explaining she was tired. “Shall I leave you to sleep then, baby?” I said, looking at her fishnet-clad legs as she lay face down on the bed. Her dress had slid up to reveal the tiniest hint of her naked pussy and arse below.
“No, sir, I want you to fuck me while I lie here and do nothing!” As if to emphasise her request, she dragged her dress high to expose her naked bottom beneath and returned her hands to beside her head, leaving herself exposed on the bed.
I swiftly removed my jeans and straddled her legs, kneading her buttocks as she pushed her hips up to meet me. As I positioned myself, she reached both hands back and spread her cheeks, giving me access to her glistening, wet pussy beneath.
“Hands behind your back, Miss Brooks,” I ordered, grabbing her hands and placing them so she was grabbing her arms around the elbow.
I started to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace. Having her legs pushed together meant she was even tighter than normal, and as I pounded into her, I could hear her moaning loudly into the pillow above me.
I sped up my movements, pinning her arms to her back as I moved, piston-like inside her. Her orgasm caught me by surprise, and I could feel her pussy tighten and pulsate around my cock as her body spasmed below me.
As I felt my whole body tense, I drove into her one last time and groaned loudly as I came deep inside her. I pulled the duvet over her as she said, “Hmmm, thank you, sir. I shall nap now.”
I kissed her forehead softly after pulling on my jeans, then turned off the light as I headed downstairs.
A couple of hours later, I returned to the bedroom. At some point, she had stripped and was now lying asleep naked on the top of the bed.
A sly smile crossed my face as a plan hatched. I stooped to retrieve a length of purple rope from my bag.
By the time she had woken and realised what was happening, I had bound her wrists tightly together behind her back and started on her ankles before bending her legs at the knee to attach her ankles to her wrists.
“What are you doing?” She laughed.
“Anything I damn well please, Miss Brooks!” I answered.
“Yes, sir, of course, sir.” She sighed, half asleep, as I finished binding her ankles and forced my hand between her thighs to gently stroke her pussy. Yelps of surprised pain soon replaced her gentle half-asleep sighs of pleasure as I removed my hand and landed six or eight hard slaps to her arse.
“Are you awake now, Miss Brooks?” I teased.
“Ow! Yes, I am awake, sir,” she wailed as I again spanked her arse hard as she writhed below me.
Rolling her onto her back, I bent down and kissed her passionately, then took each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, sucking them till they were stiff and pert.
Rolling her onto her side, I alternated between spanking her and stroking her now wet pussy. After the third spanking, I inserted two fingers inside her, moving them in and out rapidly as she sighed and moaned.
After a final spanking, I roughly rolled her onto her front and watched her hands stroke her now red arse while I quickly undressed.
I knelt at the top of the bed and took hold of her hair, lifting her head off the bed, as she opened her mouth to complain. I slid my hips forward, sliding my cock into her lips as she mumbled something.
“You just be a good girl while I fuck your sweet mouth, Miss Brooks,” I said. More incoherent mumbling followed, which I ignored as I used the motion of the rocking of the bed to slide myself deep in and out of her mouth.
Now resigned to being bound and used, she concentrated on breathing through her nose as I filled her mouth with my hard cock again and again for several minutes until finally I groaned and flooded her mouth with hot liquid.
I slapped her arse as I stood and said, “You can sleep again now.” I turned off the light and walked out of the room, leaving her in a panting, bound state.
“Sir, Sir, I am still tied up,” she called after me.
“I know,” I called back.
I returned to release her an hour later. I dressed, and she jumped in the shower, saying she would meet me downstairs as we were going out for dinner.
She appeared downstairs in a short black dress and stockings and had straightened her hair.
“Do we have to go out? You look good enough to eat,” I asked as I took her into my arms and nibbled at her neck.
“Yes, I am hungry!” she laughed.
We had a pleasant meal and walked home. I put the kettle on to make a coffee, and Tula said she was going to freshen up. A minute or two later, I heard her voice from the door, “I thought you might like to see what I was wearing under my dress. I wanted something special for your last night here.”
I turned to see her standing in the corridor in black lingerie I had not seen before. The heels and the intricate detail on the suspender belt highlighted her long, slender legs.
As she turned around, the thong between her plump cheeks and her long hair looked simply amazing. I swallowed hard and said, “Come here!”
She strode over to me as I leaned on the kitchen table, swaying her hips as she walked, and as she kissed me, my hand cupped her behind, and hers instantly started to massage me through my trousers.
I grabbed her arse with both hands and pulled her into my body. As I kissed her, she started grinding her pelvis against me.
“Do you want me on my knees, sir?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, I do, Miss Brooks, good girl,” I almost growled. She dropped to her knees and forced my jeans over my hips, taking my hard cock in her hand. She started to stroke it back and forth slowly.
“Anything else, sir?” she said, looking up with a cheeky smile.
“Oh, I think you know!” I sighed.
“I want you to tell me, sir,” she purred back.
“Suck my dick, Miss Brooks, and don’t stop until I say.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered with a large smile and opened her mouth exaggeratedly wide, rolling her tongue around the tip, already able to taste the precum beading up on the end.
She maintained eye contact as she wrapped her lips around me and ever so slowly sucked my length into her mouth, sliding herself down the shaft before slowly retreating and rolling her tongue around the tip again.
The third time she did this, I placed my hands on the back of her head as she approached the base of the shaft and applied a little pressure, so her nose was pressed into my stomach, holding her still. I could feel the tip of my cock nestling against the back of her throat. I held her for a few more seconds and then released her, saying, “Enough teasing, Miss Brooks.”
She withdrew with a loud gasp and said, “Yes, sir, sorry, sir,” before she took me to the back of her throat again and again and again.
“Come here,” I said, pulling her to her feet by her hair and crushing her lips in a passionate kiss. Turning her as we kissed, I placed my hands on her hips and lifted her onto the kitchen side I was leaning on.
She leaned back on her elbow as I stooped, pulled her thong to the side and ran my tongue along the lips of her pussy. After lapping for a minute or two, I moved higher and sucked her clit between my lips. She placed her hand on the back of my head as I started flicking my tongue sideways across it.
Stroking below with my fingers, I then inserted two inside her now soaking pussy and hooked them forward slightly as her moan became louder.
“Fuck me now, fuck me now, sir,” she begged. I stood and slid inside her, leaning forward to kiss her and unclip her bra.
I reached forward and squeezed her breasts as she removed her bra. She smiled up at me as I slid in and out of her for a minute. I then pulled her off the side, turned her around and bent her over the sideboard. She lifted her leg as I entered her from behind, leaning forward to kiss her back as I drove deep into her.
She sighed as my lips brushed her skin and nipped at her flesh, as I stood and took hold of her hips and started to drive into her faster and harder.
As I heard her breathing and moaning escalate, I wrapped my arm around her hip and started to gently rub her clit as I thrust into her. Almost immediately, she exclaimed loudly, “Oh god, I am going to come. Fuck, oh fuck, I am going to cuuum.” I joined her exultation before her orgasm had subsided as I emptied myself deep inside her.
We composed ourselves and headed up to bed. We talked for an hour or so, made passionate, sensual love and finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.
We woke the next morning and dressed. Both of us were a little quiet, knowing I was leaving to return home. Tula walked into the bedroom where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a short, tight skirt over light coloured stockings.
“I know we have to leave in ten minutes, but I want to give you a final thing to remember me by,” she said and dove across my knee. Looking back at me, she said, “Give me a spanking I will remember, baby.”
I smiled and stroked my hand over her arse, aimed a couple of slaps at her behind, and then slid up the short skirt to her waist. Below, she was wearing a deep red thong, and there was the slightest bulge of flesh at the top of her hold-up stockings. I could instantly feel a large amount of my blood supply rushing south.
I stroked my hand over her soft, delicate skin, wanting to savour the feeling and visual that I had and build her anticipation. Reminding myself that time was short, I stopped stroking and aimed eight or ten hard slaps at her pert behind. She yelped along with the last three or four.
“Stand up,” I said, my voice deep with desire. Tula stood, keeping her skirt hitched up around her waist. I walked beside her and wondered at the sight of her perfect heart-shaped behind now starting to glow red in the morning sun streaming in the window.
Now she was standing; every time I slapped her arse, it would bounce and reverberate across her buttocks. The view was mesmerising, and I soon lost count of how many times I had slapped her; her yelps of pain brought me back to reality.
I stepped in and stroked her bottom as I leaned in to kiss her. “We really should get going, or I am going to miss my train,” I said as she stood, stroking her stinging behind.
On the short walk to the train station, she leaned into my shoulder and whispered, “I didn’t really think through that spanking. My ass stings and my panties are soaked.”
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