Kinky Confessions

“Good. That’s how a real man treats women.”

Christy had brought a special outfit for dinner: a matching blue plaid skirt and jacket with a white blouse. I didn’t realize what was special about it until she unbuttoned the jacket. The blouse was transparent, meant to be worn over a camisole. Her breasts were clearly visible until she grinned and re-buttoned

the jacket, which turned her into a proper young lady again.

“Oh, that’s clever,” I said appreciatively.

“Thank you. I thought you’d like it. I know you’re still upset about this weekend—”

“I’m not upset,” I said. “I’m just… eager. Very, very eager.”

Her eyes flashed with a smile. “I know. I can tell, Mr. Trouser Tent.”

“What can I say? He’s eager too.”

“Maybe after dinner he can take me to that little side street?” she suggested. “You know, the one where—”

“Oh, I know the one.” I chuckled. “We both do.”

“I was hoping you would.”

“What about later?”

“I brought some scarves and a blindfold, and… um… Wren’s Polaroid.

With extra film this time.”

“Oh?”

Her eyes flashed with eagerness. “I wanna see what I look like tied up.”

“You are a kinky little thing.”

“But only for you.” She slipped into my arms and looked up at me. “Do you need a little attention now?”

“What do you think?”

She sank to her knees and unconsciously moistened her lips as I unzipped my fly and carefully extracted my hard-on.

“Hello, Mr. Big,” she said earnestly. “I know you want to meet Miss Kitty, but you have to wait. Are you okay with that?” She pretended to listen.

“What’s that? ‘Only if I suck you a million-billion times?’” She laughed playfully. “I dunno about a million-billion, but I think I can manage five or six.” She listened again. “Stop talking and start sucking? Mmm, okay!”

I rolled my eyes.

“He can be very insistent,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Then you should do what he wants.”

“My pleasure, sir.”

The next morning we hit the slopes when the lifts opened and skied until they closed. Then we returned to the inn, where we soaked up warmth in the big

claw-foot tub until I was too waterlogged to stand it any longer. We went out for a quiet dinner at a nearby bar and grill. No one could really tell that Christy was braless under her sweater and turtleneck, but we knew, which was enough to keep her at a simmer through the whole meal.

Back in our room I used her long silk scarves to tie her spread-eagle to the four-poster bed. She’d brought a black satin blindfold as well, and I slid it over her head to cover her eyes. Then I spent nearly an hour teasing, tormenting, and taking pictures. She came quickly the first time, mostly from pent-up desire and anticipation. I let her calm down and then slowly worked her up to a second major orgasm.

I still hadn’t come myself, and the little head was in rare form. He wanted to fuck her senseless, to hell with what she wanted. The big head knew better, but I could almost feel his resolve crumbling.

I wasn’t entirely sure what I was planning to do when I knelt between Christy’s spread thighs and teased her pussy with the head of my cock. She gasped and squirmed but didn’t say anything to stop me. I lubricated my glans in her channel and then slapped her clit.

I spent several minutes teasing her with my hard-on and rubbing it through her folds without ever going too far. Still, I thought of excuses in case I “accidentally” entered her for real. I waited for her to use her safe word, but she never did.

Do it! the little head shouted. She’s practically begging us to.

Christy strained against her bonds and whimpered when the head of my cock nudged her clit again.

See? She wants it. Give it to her. Now!

I finally shook off the fog of lust and came to my senses. I slid my rod along the top of her slit. My balls touched her pussy itself, and the base of my cock pressed down on her clit. Her stiff nipples strained toward the ceiling as she arched her back.

I began to dry-hump her. Her juices and my own pre-come lubricated the underside of my shaft as it slid along her clit. I held her hips and thrust like I was fucking her, until the friction finally overwhelmed me. My dick twitched and spurted hot semen onto her stomach and breasts.

She squeaked with a mini-orgasm and her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Pearly white drops covered her from neck to navel, and my cock was still very stiff where it rested on her smooth mons. A trickle of semen oozed from the tip. I groped for the camera, and she listened to it click and whir as I

took a picture.

I still wasn’t done with her, so I climbed up to her head and aimed my dick at her mouth. She sucked eagerly, especially when she heard me take another picture. After ten minutes or so, I pulled out and started stroking myself with my left hand. I aimed the camera with my right. Christy moaned and tried to recapture my cock, but I held it just out of reach.