Message-ID: <6301eli$9712101519@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Gary Ray" Subject: An unforgettable evening Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <013d01bd059a$b9e3f9f0$18302b0a@ray_01> This is a stand alone story. It starts mid stream for reasons I can go into later. The names have been changed. I'm looking for feedback on this. What parts are good? What parts need improvement? Do I have hope as an erotica writer? Thanks ===== She pulls down my bikini underwear and I hear a ripping sound as a seam tears. My penis, fully erect and hard as a rock bounces out of its confines, a slight glistening of pre-cum on its dark burgundy head. Her beautiful, almond shaped eyes are wild with excitement. She's clearly lost it and she has one thing on her mind. She grabs the shaft of my penis and pulls me towards her onto the bed. With a flick of her tongue she licks the pre-cum off the head and shoves half my penis into her mouth. Her hands grab my ass, caressing each cheek as she begins her sucking action, moving her head up and down and using her tongue on the underside of my pulsating member. I can feel a tingling in my testicles and my head begins to reel. I'm about to come in her mouth, and come hard. She's an expert in giving head, but this isn't what I had in mind for this perfect evening. I gently grab her hands off my ass and move her away from me. Her mouth disengages from my penis and her lips immediately form into a pout, angry over her lost toy. With a light little aikido twist of her wrist, I twist her body around, her chest falling onto the bed. I grab her ankles and pull her legs off the bed, bending her over in a position I know she's come to love. She groans in delight at what she knows is coming and gives out a little giggle at my enthusiasm. But tonight will be different. Tonight she will experience an evening she will never forget. It started with a limousine ride to her favorite restaurant, a dozen roses and her favorite champagne waiting in the car. How it finished would determine the rest of our lives, and whether we would have a life together or not. I reach under the bed for my little surprise, and then climb on top of her. I quickly grab one of her wrists and "click" the handcuff snaps into place. She tries to sit up with her other arm, but I grab it out from under her and "click," both hands are cuffed behind her back. "Hey," she says, "what are you up to?" "I'm preparing you for the best night of your life, but I need you to trust me -- will you trust me?" I think back on the wonderful year we've had together. Besides great sex, we've laughed together, cried together, and shared each others lives. Sometimes we took exciting trips, but more often than not we enjoyed each others love and affection while performing more mundane activities, like cooking dinner, doing laundry or shopping for groceries. "Sure, I trust you," she responds. "No, I mean really trust me, like your life is in my hands. I need you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you, that I would never put you through anything that would make you unhappy, that I love you dearly." "Of course I trust you Gary." "Good." I say. Jumping up off the bed I grab a necktie hanging from the open closet door, my favorite, a multi-shaded blue tie, the one that always gets me the job, the raise, or in the past -- the girl. I tie the necktie around her head as a blindfold. I can feel her body tense in apprehension. Slowly, I begin massaging her back while straddling her body. "Relax." I whisper. I feel her body loosen up again. My plan is ready to unfold. Handcuffed, blindfolded, naked and more aroused than I've ever seen her, the woman of my dreams has momentarily put me in complete control of her life. I pick up the phone and begin dialing. "Who are you calling." She asks in alarm. "You said you would trust me, remember?" I say devilishly. "Yeah, but..." "Do you want me to gag you too?" She lets out her breath in frustration and remains quiet. With the phone up to my ear, I continue. "Yeah, Dominick, meet me over here in a few minutes." Her head jerks up a bit. "What are you..." "I mean it," I say, "I *will* gag you." She keeps quiet. Although we've talked about handcuffs and tried the blindfold, being gagged was probably more than she was willing to endure. There's no way to yell stop, or give instructions, or do anything except be a slave. It was her last bit of control and she wasn't going to lose it unless there's was a very good reason. I walk out into the kitchen and prepare for the arrival of Dom. I'm sure she's curious and maybe a bit scared as she hears me opening drawers and cupboards and finally, the sound of the front door opening and closing. I arrange Dom where I want him and return. Still naked, I walk back into the bedroom and straddle her on the bed again. "Ok, honey, here are the rules. Are you ready?" "Yes, but..." she stammers. "First rule is no more questions. You do what I tell you and that's all." Her face bunches up into a grimace, usually the face she makes before we have a disagreement. "Ok." she says. I get up off her slowly, checking for a moment to make sure the handcuffs are on tight and her blindfold is adequately tied. Then I grab her arms and pull her up off the bed. The handcuffs dig into her soft wrists and she lets out a little groan of pain. I know from experience that a small amount of pain turns her on in the bedroom. I march her into the kitchen, move a chair away from the table, and push her torso down onto the blue cotton tablecloth. As she's bent over I take a step back and look at her tight little body. Juices glisten from her pubic hair, which I see peeking out from under her ass. My other companion for the evening, Dom, sits at the other end of the table, glistening with sweat in anticipation. I smile at him. "Are you ready for rule number two?" "Yes." She says, this time obediently but obviously with a bit of fear towards her unknown guest. "Ok, rule number two is that if you want something, you have to ask it from Dom. This means that if you want me to make love to you, you have to say, Dominick, please make love to me." "Wwwait a minute, who is Dominick?" she stammers. "Can I at least talk to him?" "No more questions! Dom here is a buddy of mine. You'll have plenty of time to say what you want to Dom. Rule number three is that you have to ask for what you want in simple language, something that Dom can understand. He never went to college, so if you talk about your clitoris or my penis, you may find him massaging your waffle iron or the toaster. It's your cunt and my cock, got it?" "Yes," she says stammering, "But I don't know if I'm ready for another man..." she says before being interrupted. "This is the last warning; no more questions. Rule number four is that punishment for not following the rules is my immediate leaving of the game. I'll let Dominick take over. That includes asking another question." "Ok." she says apprehensively, discipline taking hold again. I wonder what will happen if she intentionally breaks the rules. How do I feel about my love wanting to have sex with another man, and one she hasn't even met! I begin to doubt if this was such a good idea. Dom surely wouldn't mind, but the thought of her wanting another man may be more than I can take. I'm not sure I'm willing to deal out the punishment, to call her bluff. In any case, I drop to my knees and start kissing her thighs. She lets out a groan, at last what she's been waiting for, back to sex and relief from that torrent of smaller orgasms. "Tell me what you want." I say. "Stick your tongue in my vagina again." she responds. "No, you have to say, Dom, please lick my cunt." I remind her. "Ohh! Ok, Dom, please lick my, uh, cunt." She says awkwardly. I begin work on her again, I turn myself around, my tongue rhythmically licking in and out of her vagina. Juices slowly flow down my chin, a mixture of her juices and my saliva. I build up the speed slowly, her hips beginning to grind against my face. "Dominick, Faster! Faster!" I increase my speed and I watch as the juices continue to flow. Her body tenses up as another orgasm takes over her body. She grasps at the tablecloth and I hear something fall off the table and roll across the floor next to my leg; the pepper shaker. She's covered in sweat and my tongue is sore from all this great exercise. "Dominick," she says, "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your hard cock. I want you now!" Now I'm really turned on. She rarely talks dirty, which is why I made it part of the rules. Dominick sits patiently on the kitchen counter, sweating, but not saying a word. I stand up behind her, my penis rock hard from all this excitement. Without warning I thrust myself inside her, burying the shaft deep inside her and pushing her against the table with the force. She gasps in astonishment at my lack of warning, and the feeling and size of my fully erect penis. I've never been so hard before, and I imagine I'm probably at least seven inches, all buried deep inside her. Plus I'm not wearing a condom for the first time since college, and definitely the first time with her. The sensation is overwhelming and I know she can tell I'm raw, unprotected and more erect than she's ever come to know me. It takes all my effort in these first few seconds to avoid coming. I take a couple of deep breaths to regain control. Then I begin. I slowly, but repeatedly push myself in and out of her, my penis almost disengaging from her loving vagina. In response I can feel her vaginal muscles tensing up and grabbing my penis as it almost pulls out of her each time. This loving play, where her vagina refuses to give me up, continues for several more minutes. "Fuck me Dominick, Fuck me!" she yells. I increase speed, trying to think of something in my mind that will keep me from losing my head and coming like a wild animal deep inside her. Football, baseball, books I've read recently, my Christmas list, anything to keep me going while the pressure builds within her. I sense her body tightening up. She begins to convulse, her ass muscles quivering, a champagne glass shatters onto the floor as the table shakes, and she screams out in ecstasy. "Oh Gary! Oh Gary, Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh, I love you." I lose myself in her screams, my body convulses and I feel the cum rising and shooting deep inside her. All I can see is red as my mind blanks out. Later she tells me that I screamed as well, but I find that for that split second I was no longer in my body. I collapse on top of her, both of us sweating profusely and panting like we've just run a marathon. She's still handcuffed and blindfolded and I notice a small trickle of blood running down her hands from where the cuffs bit into her skin during her animalistic ecstasy. As I catch my breathe I say to her "You broke the rules, you said my name." "Yes, but..." "That means it's time for Dom to fuck you like an animal." "No Gary, I only want you, nobody else." she says, still panting. "Nope," I say, "Rules are rules, it's Dom's turn." She begins to shake and panic. I grab the necktie from around her head and slowly untie it. "Are you ready for Dom?" I say. She looks like she's going to cry. Her fantasy of having sex with a stranger is about to come true, but she's changed her mind, wishing more to sleep in my arms than actualize her long held fantasy. As I untie the necktie she looks around the room. I see a mix of emotions on her face. First shock, then surprise, and finally a smile. Sitting on the kitchen counter in a bucket of ice, dripping with condensation is a bottle of Dom Perignon wrapped in a red ribbon. Next to the bottle is a small velvety box. Naked and wet with sweat I walk over and pick up the box. I walk back toward her. She's dripping with sweat, cum running down her thigh. Again I drop to my knees, but this time with other intentions. I open up the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring, shimmering in the dim light of the kitchen. "Sherry." I say to her, with a tear in my eye. "Will you marry me?" She begins to cry. Tears stream down her face. She tilts her head towards her shoulder, motioning to the handcuffs. "Do I have much choice?" She replies with a smile. ===== -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |