I had had it. What a week. Finally, it’s Friday, and … my birthday. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked out of the office. I got on the train at 33rd, headed for my apartment in the Village. The Yankees were playing and I hoped to catch the last few innings of the game. The subway was crowded and when I walked in my front door, I felt a week’s worth of tension begin to melt away. I grabbed a beer and switched on the TV.

I took a long pull on the beer as I located the channel. The game was in the top of the seventh, so I would get to see three innings. I peeled off my sweaty shirt and shrugged off my pants. I turned on the overhead fan and sprawled on the couch, and relaxed. It seemed like no time had passed and the game was over. New York came from behind to take it from Cincinnati four to three. I headed for the shower thinking I might go out tonight.

Toweling off, I walked into my bedroom and stopped dead. A beautiful naked girl lay tied spread-eagle on my bed. Her hands were tied together above her head and secured to the headboard. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, her mouth was filled with a ball gag. Her gorgeous breasts each had a stretchy band around it, forcing them up, rising like majestic muffin-tops above her chest.

Her body’s complexion was the color of light tea; flawless skin like the flow of honey; all of which set my libido pounding. Her calves and thighs were sculped with the artistry of a master. Below a smooth, flat tummy, her Mons Venus rose like a warm wave, completely unencumbered by any hint of hair. Below, full, generous labia hugged tight on a narrow clitoral hood. Her volva seemed swelled, delightfully offering a small hint of an opening, a tiny passage near the lower end of her cleft.

I realized my cock was quickly rising, its quarry trapped and waiting. I continued drying off when I noticed a tag on a belly-button ring. I walked to the bed, leaned over, and retrieve the tag. I was like a fortune cookie tag. It read, “It’s my birthday too. Please me.”  I was close enough that I could smell a slight fragrance. It was especially provocative. My cock got harder. I leaned closer to better gather her scent. I don’t think she knew I was there. She didn’t move. If it wasn’t for the ball gag impeding access to her lips, I think I would have been helpless to refrain from kissing her. I was smitten.

There was enough blood getting to my brain that I thought about this whole thing. It wasn’t hard to deduce that someone had set this up. But who?  My friends?  Her friends?  Enemies, jokesters?  Then I realized this could be streaming on the internet right now. Me with my rock-hard seven inches, and this girl, whose beauty would make her instantly famous. I wrapped the towel around me and began looking for cameras, recorders, anything that didn’t belong there.

After several minutes of searching, nothing seemed different or out of place. I checked through the rest of the apartment but found no one and nothing, except I did find the woman’s t-shirt and cut-off jean shorts in the second bedroom. This situation could simply be a kindness given by someone for our birthdays.

The aching in my groin encouraged me to accept my fate. I turned to the exquisite creature lashed to my bed. I sat beside her. The movement of the bed disturbed her and she cried out around the ball gag, but then settled back down. I had startled her. She had been asleep or in the dreamy-dozing stage on the edge of sleep. I touched her belly lightly. She flinched. I wanted to remove the ball gag. I hated the damn things, but I didn’t want to startle her again by first touching her head. Her stomach was so soft, yet firm. I couldn’t pull my hand away.

I slide it slowly up, hesitating between her harnessed breasts, salivating, then up under her chin and across her tender throat. She trembled a bit but relaxing when she felt my hand on the clasp of the ball gag. She lifted her head to help me. With my other hand, I released it, pulling it from her mouth. Her lips stretched, yawned, and wiggled and moved until they reset into place. I was treated to a most beautiful face.

I asked her her name.

“Jennifer,” she whispered.

“Jennifer, do you know where you are?”

“No,” she replied.

“Do you know what has happened to you?” I asked sympathetically.

She laughed, shallow and unsure. “It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?”

“Yes. You’re tied up naked to my bed. I came home and found you like this.”   I realized my fingers were circling on her stomach, occasionally grazing the rise of her mons. I didn’t want to stop.

“I mean, are you aware of the circumstances that put you here?”

“My friends promised me a surprise for my birthday. They said I would love it. They wouldn’t tell me what, just made me promise to accept whatever happened. Then they tied my hands, blindfolded me, put me in a car, and brought me here.”

I was a typically horny guy. But taking advantage of women wasn’t my goal in life. Still, I was unaccustomed to wanting a woman this much. My penis ached with desire. My hand, as if having a will of its own, slid across her tight-skinned tit, caressing her rose-colored nipple. In response both her nipples awoke, then grew hard to a full, fascinating, erection. I judged her nipples to be nearly an inch long. I removed the band that held her left breast captive. It settled into a firm impressive mound. I held it again caressing her excited bud.

“Do you agree with what is about to happen?” I asked her as I fondled the tit that was still bound, held up like a promontory, by the band around it. She did a quick suck of air.

 She didn’t answer right away, controlling herself “I assume you are going to fuck me, probably several times, in several places. Are you asking me if I’m okay with that?”  Her words held an edge of anger, or perhaps fear. I did not know her; she could be a woman of some experience or totally out of her element. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint my friends, now, would I?”  It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, Jennifer, that’s what I’m asking.”  Her breath caught momentarily as I moved my hand to her unbound tit. My naked hip was now touching hers. The heat between us was palpable.

“I…”  She paused, inhaled deeply, her chest rising. Her back arched ever so slightly as my fingers traced around her nipple. “Take my blindfold off then I’ll answer you.”

I moved, kneeling next to her. I lowered myself toward her face, placing a hand on each side of her head. “No,” I said and gently place my lips on hers. She pulled back in surprise, but the softness of our lips on each other, the warmth, and my tongue teasing her lips to open soon overwhelmed both of us. We traded exploring each other with our tongues, our lips wet and writhing in ardent communion. When the kiss broke, both of us were breathing hard.

In a ragged whisper, she said, “Please me.”

That was it. There was no stopping now. I laid down next to her, my cock grinding against her thigh, my left hand ravaging her tits, my mouth pressed into hers, seeking that exquisite union interrupted moments ago. We both shared the hunger, driven by our collective sexual heat burning within. I broke the kiss and replace my hand on her constrained breast with my lips. Jennifer purred as my tongue and lips tried to consume her nipple, pulling it taut, stretching it away from her body until my lips could no longer suck with enough force to hold it. Released, the elongated nipple snapped back, reclaimed by its tightly bound tit.

There was too much of her that I wanted, and I wanted it all, now!  I climbed off the bed, massaging my cock. Her head turned back and forth rapidly, seeking my lips and the heat, her desire intense as though she would stop breathing if she didn’t make contact again. I knelt near her head and pressed my cock against her lips. No hesitation. Her lips parted and cradled its mass while a silky tongue teased the tip, collecting the primordial flux of my excitement. Her oral caresses occurred at a leisurely pace, tempering my urgency. Jennifer engulfed me, drawing me in as much as she could.

My girth filled her mouth, leaving her to consider the pleasure she could expect when I decided to drive this instrument into her waiting vulva. Yet I was still wondering if she wanted this, or if she had been sexually coerced by my actions and her passion. Then I felt tension lighten as the fluid exercise of her mouth on my cock proved that she was acting as she wanted, moving me toward nirvana.

I felt a tenderness for her, passion wrapped in compassion. I touched her cheek with my fingertips. I knew then that I wanted to please her as much as I wanted to take her. Reluctantly I withdrew my cock from her oral ministrations.

As I stood, I became aware of the new and exhilarating scent of her sex. It hung in the air as powerful and intoxicating as any culinary creation a world-class chef could lay before me to eat. Undoubtedly, eating is what I had in mind.

I positioned myself between her tied legs. The closer I got to her immaculate pussy, the sweeter her scent and the more difficult it was to restrain myself from immediately taking her and fucking her lights out. My knees were now in full contact with the inside of her thighs. Our heat mixed, stirring the passion coursing through my body, and I hoped in hers. Careful, softly I placed the fingertips of both hands on her mons Venus, causing Jennifer to whimper lightly. Adding gentle pressure with my fingers I drew them down, sliding outside of the flesh of her vulva, trying to only provide the lightest touch on the outside of her labia. This movement continued past the opening of her vagina until the fingertips met on her perineum before ceasing the pressure. I heard her breath catch.

I repeated this after several long seconds. Jennifer sang out, a breathy cry, that subsided into a rolling moan. Again, I waited before repeating. Again and slightly more firm, I drew these pressure arches around her genitals with the same rolling moan. I did this as much as a dozen times until she was writhing in anticipation, thrusting and trying to encourage more contact with her pussy.

Fluid began flowing from her cleft. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I leaned over and let my tongue lick her juices. I did not try to part her labia. There was enough flow of her sweet nectar to please my tongue and coat my lips. I could take my time. At some point I found myself moaning in unison with her.

With my thumb and forefinger, I tenderly pinched her outer labia against her clitoris, which was now peeking out from its hood. Struggling to maintain control, I began licking her cleft in earnest, gently at first, savoring the sensation of that wet, hot flesh sliding along my tongue. But soon I was tongue and lips deep into her slit.

Jennifer seemed out of control. Every touch, every movement, kept her moaning and writhing, taking gasping breaths, and straining against the restraints. I tongued her vaginal opening, trying futilely to penetrate with the same depth as any cock. Finally, I started sucking voraciously at her clit, only releasing it from my lips and tongue when her wild gyrations pulled it from my grasp.

She was nearly screaming, “Please take me. Take me!”

I was making sounds that I have never come from me before. So hot!  So intense!  Pure primeval lust!

“Goddamn it!  Fuck me. Fuck me now!”

I stretched out on top of her, my mouth seeking hers. My swollen cock sought to gain the source of her wetness, like a bloodhound on the scent. I move the head of my cock around trying to spread her open. She was very tight, even for a small woman. Then I found her center and pressed. She opened and I slid slowly into her tight, hot, wet flesh.

Passion ruled me. I had never felt desire like this before. Not this strong. Not this demanding. I moved at a slow pace, sliding in and reveling in the tight softness that gripped my cock, that felt like a thousand tiny muscled fingers caressing every inch of my cock. The sensation was beyond expression. We shared this slow pace for a long while, until the need to orgasm became too intense, too strong to deny. Within a minute I was thrusting into her as hard and fast as I could.

No thoughts of anything but the pleasure of this beautiful woman, and the unimaginable joy of our union. It felt to me like she had climaxed several times, until, in culmination, we came together. Waves of indescribable passion shook her body, which severed to enhance my own erratic quakes. My testicles pumped with every thrust, forcing my seaman into Jenn’s depths over and over again.

When we stopped, when our energy was spent and left us with nothing but the occasional involuntary shivers, I lifted my weight from her hot body and lay beside her. Our breathing soon normalized. I pulled the band that still constrained her right breast.

“Oh, thank you,” Jennifer said. “That feels so much better.”

“What?  You don’t like your tits bound up,” I joked.

“It’s not that, though I don’t even like a bra holding me in. It’s that that strap or rubber band was just so hot and sweaty. It stuck to my boob.”

“They are gorgeous boobs,” I added. “You are a beautiful woman. I’m sure you have no trouble getting any man you want. Why would your friends leave you naked in a stranger's bed like this?”

Ignoring my compliment, she said, “Ah, yeah… friends.” She stopped like she had to think about it. “Well, I guess it was an act of friendship. I was in a long-term relationship, three-plus years. When he broke up with me, I… I didn’t handle it well. I shut down, didn’t want to date, didn’t want to party, nothing. No sex. I think my friends decided it was long enough. They kept after me to start dating again. I didn’t, so they took manners in their own hands… and here I am, in your hands.”

I thought about how different men and women respond to a breakup. Men would probably get back in the dating/fucking game immediately. “How long was your sabbatical,” I asked?

Watching her talk with the blindfold on, with her inability to make eye contact, seemed to give her freedom in her thoughts, as if she were conversing only in her own head. Yet she was still animate in her facial expressions. She was adorable.

“It was a year yesterday. They gave me a year to get over him.”  She smiled, “Then, on my birthday, they tied me up and got me fucked good.”

“Are you over him,” I inquired, not sure if I really wanted to know?

“Hmm…”  She was still smiling. “The way your cock is pressing into my leg, I think I almost am. Maybe I could use a little more… encouragement.”

I hadn’t noticed, but she was right. My hardon was coming back, like a prize-fighter on steroids. I sat up and drew my leg over her body. “You are right. My encouragement is growing, and I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

“That’s the impression I was getting.” 

I swung my body over on top of her again, and began kissing her. Playfully at first, but it quickly turned into a serious passionate need. I moved around on top of her, letting my body experience hers. While doing this I pulled on the slip-knot end of the ropes that held her legs spread eagle. They released from the footboard where they had been secured. Her kisses were so good, her tongue so actively seeking mine, that it was hard to concentrate on the ropes. I managed to thread each through the headboard, looping it back through so I could tie it.

I pulled my mouth reluctantly away from her warm, wet lips. I scooted off of her so that I was kneeling between her legs, which, as far as she knew, were still tied to the foot of the bed. “You were right, too, when you said that you expected I was going to fuck you multiple times in several places.”  I began pulling on both ropes which drew her legs up, and toward her head.

When I finished, her feet were tied behind her head, her knees were beside her ears, and her lovely ass was raised up off the bed, on full, delightful display. Her anus was cute, maybe beautiful as far as anuses go, with a perfect six-point star, otherwise smooth and the same color as the rest of her ass.

Blindfolded, she could only imagine the scene she presented. “Ah, what’s going on here?” 

I didn’t answer. My cum was slowly oozing from her vagina. I grabbed my towel and wiped her cunt and ass. My thumb occasionally, intentionally, massaged on her anus.

“Umm… I feel very exposed. Is this necessary?”  Her voice didn’t seem worried, but her anus was not relaxed, pulled in tight. It kind of twitched when I wiped the towel across it.

“It is very necessary. Your luscious bottom is a mess. I’m cleaning it up,” I said as I spread her labia and toweled away my jiz, rubbing with my fingers, while my thumb continued to tease her anal rim.

“Is this going where I think it’s going?” 

I chuckled. “Probably. Where do you think it’s going?”

“I haven’t done this before. I don’t think it is a good …”

I interrupted, “It’s a great idea. Especially if you haven’t done it before. You can thank your friends for a brand-new experience.”  I chuckled again.

“Oh my god. I’m getting ass fucked. Oh god.”  She alternated between, “Oh fuck,” and “Oh god,” several more times.

I bet that under her blindfold she was rolling her eyes. I wouldn’t do it if she really objected, but I wasn’t giving in yet. I kissed her pussy several times. Each time letting my tongue linger a little longer. I slipped my tongue under her hood, hoping to tease her clit to come out and play.

I delved between her labia and flat-tongued from the bottom of her cleft to the top, teasing her clit again. I did this again, but this time I started by rimming her anus, then proceeding up between her labia to her clit. The seduction worked. The tiny nubbin came out. My lips closed around it, I sucked and teased it with the tip of my tongue.

I retraced my route through her parted labia, poking into her vagina, then down to her anus again. I spent a fair amount of time rimming it and trying to push my tongue into her. She began moaning as my tongue play around her hole. After a short time, she let her anus relax, and then I did it all over again, clit, labia, vag, and asshole.

When the time was right. I concentrated my lips and tongue on her pussy and massaged her anus with my finger, slowly pushing the tip further and further inside. She continued moaning until I pushed my finger all the way in. She sucked in and stopped breathing as I worked my finger in and out. She realized that it didn’t hurt and started breathing calm, but ragged breaths. When I was sure she was relaxed, I added a second finger as my mouth continued on cunt. When I added a third finger, she twitched briefly, but her moans only grew more intense.

I replaced my mouth with my free hand and rubbed her pussy as I positioned myself for entry into her sweet ass. My knees and thighs nudged slightly under her buttocks. I rubbed my cock along her cleft between her labia.

“Yes,” she said, “Fuck me.”

“I will,” I said, “But not here,” slapping her pussy with my cock. Then I pressed the tip to her anus. “Here.”

“Oooh, anywhere. Just fuck me!”

I lubed her anus and my cock, told her to tighten her ass two or three times, then push it out. I watched as she did. When she pushed out, I pushed my cock into her opening. I had to push fairly hard at first but then, once into the tight rim of her anus muscle, it was easy going for me. Jennifer made a brief scream at first but then was okay. I pushed slowly in a little, then back out most of the way. I pushed in a little more each time. Jenn’s sighs turned to moans as I kept pumping into her. Once again, she orgasmed several times.

Her ass muscle was so tight that I didn’t last long. I blew my creamy load inside her ass to the uncontrolled sounds of her moans and my groans. She was shaking. Both her legs and ass cheeks quivered as the ecstatic waves shook her whole body. I didn’t want to pull out, the feeling was so intense. My cock shared her abundant after-shocks causing me to stretch my own orgasm.

I stayed in Jenn until my cock became limp and fell out. Some blood actually made it back into my brain. I scooted back and untied her legs, letting them fall back on the bed. I sat on my haunches between her legs, too tired to move and thinking that it was a great place to be. It was the perfect position to see her gorgeous body and appreciate the intoxicating aroma of our love-making.

“I’m starting to leak from my ass,” she said.

I grabbed the towel and shoved it up under her sweet butt cheeks. Then kissed her pussy.

She moaned, “Ooow, yes, you’re going to get me going again.”

“It would be a waste. After that last orgasm, I don’t know if I can get it up again.”

Jennifer laughed. “Hmm…I’m still horny. The ass-fuck was okay, but I want you back in my pussy.”

“That ass-fuck was okay?  It sounded like you enjoyed a climax parade. Anyway, I would love to oblige. We’ll have to see how it goes.”

“Well, at least you can take this blindfold off. Or, better yet, untie my hands.”

I had already been thinking about that. “No,” I said, too emphatically.

“Oh, come on. You said you can’t fuck me anymore. So, what’s the point?

“Here’s the deal. I will untie your hands with your acceptance of two conditions.”

“What, that I let you tie me up and fuck me again?”

“Ah, okay three conditions. That’s number three.”

She scoffed. “Forget it. My friends will come for me sooner or later. And they won’t like it if you are a mean bastard to me.”

“Yeah, these same people that tied you up naked in a stranger’s bed. I’m sure they’re very concerned.”  I was teasing her. She made it fun. “Okay, as much as I like your third condition, we’ll go back to just the original two conditions.”

“Okay. What are they?”

“One, you leave the mask on. You don’t look at me. You don’t peak or cheat. I remain a mystery to you.”

“That’s not fair. I… un unh. That’s not right. I have played along through this whole charade. I let you fuck me, twice, and your jiz is still draining from my ass. I earned seeing you!”

I ignored her protest. “Two, you have dinner with me tomorrow evening. We’ll meet, eight o’clock, at Balthazar’s. The mystery of me ends there, you will see me and I will get to learn who you are. All I know about you is that you have kinky friends, you’re beautiful, far from stupid and you like sex. That’s not enough. I want to know you.”

Jennifer hadn’t expected that. But, to her surprise, she liked it. It was exciting, somehow exotic. The mystery was almost as tantalizing as the idea of finding out who had been inside her in the most intimate ways.

“Okay, I agree.”

“Good,” I said as I set about untying her hands. Once free she flexed her arms and wrists, rubbing the spots where the rope had impinged her flesh. She made no effort to remove the blindfold. She swung her leg over me, pushed me back on my haunches. She positioned herself between my knees, scooted up, and grasped my cock with her hand, squeezing its limp self.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”  She pulled on my cock and played with it a bit. “But for right now, I’m not done with you yet.”  Jennifer then sucked my flaccid member into her mouth. I smiled at the familiar warmth and knew immediately she would soon emerge victorious.