1. Afternoon Delight


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female Domination, Male Domination, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: Island Dan, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    recedes. You take my head in your hands and tilt it down. You reach up with your mouth and kiss me. Hard, your tongue piercing my lips and forcing itself into my mouth. You play with my tongue, your pace, fast. Your hands reach down and grab my manhood, playing with it, stroking it, feeling it grow. And then, nothing. You've pulled away and all that I can hear is you breathing. My breath is fast, my heart beats in my chest. I want to reach out and hold you, kiss you, take you. Then, I feel your lips around my, taking that part of my body into your mouth. Warm, wet, soft, hard. Nothing but your mouth touching me. You continue for some time. I am not sure as I can not focus on anything but that feeling. Then nothing, again. A flick of your tongue on my ear and a whisper... "wait until you hear the door close. Get dressed and put the blindfold on again. Knock and wait for me." I hear you walk away and close the door. I am left there, still standing, feeling where you touched me, kissed me, pinched me. My body is trembling from the excitement. I am still wet from your saliva down there. Slowly my mind focuses and brings me back to reality. I dress. I am overwhelmed, turned on, frightened of what may happen. I am yours to do with as you wish and you know it. I take these thoughts, ideas and run them through my mind. As I do so I put the blindfold back on. My hand reaches out, pauses for a moment and then knocks on the door. Knock, knock. I pull my hand away from the door, ...
    trembling slightly still in anticipation of what may be. I hear the door open and sense you approaching. Your lips brush mine and your tongue teases me again. You pull back slightly and whisper to take your hand and follow you. I feel your hand touch mine and I hold on to yours as you slowly guide me away. It is challenging, walking through a house without vision. I am used to my place and could probably easily manage this task, but being unfamiliar with your place, it is harder. You tell me to lift my foot as we start the climb up the stairs. A few stairs up you stop and tell me to stand there, but lean me forward and pull my head down towards you. I have to kneel now and realize that you are sitting on the stairs, legs spread and that you are guiding my head between your knees, pulling me towards you. You command me to pleasure you with my mouth, my tongue. I can smell you, your scent fills my nostrils, musky, nice. Not freshly showered, but probably sometime that morning. It is nice and I eagerly begin my task. My tongue parts your lips and enters you, slowly, tasting you. I close my lips and gently nibble on yours and then move my tongue up, slightly, searching for your little button, the one that I know will bring you the most pleasure. I move my hands between your legs and spread you apart a little more, making it easier to lightly brush my tongue on you, hoping that my efforts are pleasing you. I can fill you getting wetter and I clean your wetness with my mouth, savoring the ...