Chapter 13

One morning at eleven o'clock I was asked to go to a room on the second floor. Entering I found a tall slim man there, in his thirties. He had dark brown hair, and a pleasing face. He introduced himself as Scott.

He asked me to sit down next to him.

"I called you up because I've heard nothing but good things about you." He told me. "But I want to explain to you what I would like to do. I understand that you are, shall we say, a little straight... so I would like to explain what I want. Is that all right."

I didn't think it was actually. But I felt he should have the chance to explain. "Ok, go ahead."

"I want to tie you to the bed with some silk scarves. Then I'm going to tease and play with your body. At any time, you can ask me to untie you and I will." He smiled. "You see you have a reputation for making men come. I have the same with women."

I laughed, all the bad feelings gone. "I'm sorry," I told him, "I'll never cum more then once." I looked down to the floor, and shrugged, "It's just me."

"So..."

I smiled at him, "So."

He reached for my hand and began to wrap some silk around the wrist, "You're nothing to lose then."

This wasn't supposed to happen, but I guess he was right, I had nothing to lose. I shrugged again, "Ok, you want to waste your time, this might even be fun."

He got up and led me over to the bed. "Please remove everything except your stockings and suspenders."

I did as I was asked and then stretched out on the bed. He took the tied wrist and fastened it to the bed post. Then he tied the other one to the other post. He moved down to my legs, but only tied one. "I'll leave you that much control." He told me.

I lay there, a little afraid. I'd never been tied before and although I didn 't feel anything bad was going to happen it still felt scary. Guess I'm not the adventurous type. He meanwhile went over to the little drinks fridge. He returned with the ice tray. I was puzzled to say the least.

He sat down next to me, still fully clothed. He then took a piece of ice out of the tray and holding it between his thumb and forefinger moved his hand over to my breasts. I stared has he lowed the ice so it just touched the top of my left breast. It felt so cold, I shook. Keeping the ice cube so it barely touched my skin he ran his hand around the outside of my breast, doing a complete circle. I lolled my head back, my eyes closed, the sensation was so new for me, but it was exciting once you excepted the cold. He kept circling my left breast, though bringing the circles tighter and tighter, closer and closer to the nipple. Finally when the ice had travelled around my breast so much that only the nipple remained untouched, I felt something warm and wet touch the very tip of my nipple, now rock hard and begging to be touched. I opened my eyes and saw his tongue licking at it, pushing it into my breast gently.

You have to realise that despite all the parties and everything this was really new for me. It felt wonderful. Part of it I suppose was the feeling that I was so helpless, and could only hope about where he was going to touch next. My breast was crying out to be touched. He then simply sucked my breast straight into his mouth, almost chewing on it. If my hands had been free they would have grasped his head and kept it there. As it was he was quite content to suck it for a little while.

Pulling back from my little breasts he reached for some more ice. This time he traced the ice around my belly button, just skimming it along my skin. I was breathing hard by now with anticipation. God it felt so good, so sexy. Sometimes he pushed it against my skin, other times it barely touched me. Once or twice he pulled it along the underside of my breasts which made me stretch out suddenly, shudder and shake.

When that piece of ice melted he contended himself with licking and touching my tummy with his tongue. He varied between long hard licks and flitting caresses. I played a game and would try to push my tummy up to him, wanting to feel that wet tongue rolling across. In all this he hadn't said a word. He seemed to be totally concentrating on me.

He rose up and took another piece of ice. He gently parted my legs a little and leaning over my tummy he started to run the ice along the inside of my legs. I had trouble keeping still it felt so intense. You could never tell if it was boiling hot or ice cold, the feeling was the same. No matter how I tried, I couldn't help but jump each time that soft yet hard ice made contact. Finally he brought it to my pussy and rubbed it along the lips and then pushed it a little inside me. I didn't even know what hit me. Suddenly it was there, right there, and that was it. I shuddered suddenly. He must have guessed for he simply pushed the ice inside me and then with his finger rubbed my clit back and forth as I shook my way through a really intense orgasm.

Finally I could take no more and begged him to stop, my body tingling, my breathing fast, my eyes half closed. He did and sat back against the other end of the bed.

"That's the beginning," he said. "I'll get you a drink." He walked over to the fridge and prepared something in a long glass. I asked him what it was but he said just to drink it. He untied one hand and I sipped at the glass. It was nice. I could tell it was a mix of more then one drink.

For a few minutes we spoke about things in general. Then it came round to sex. I asked him where he got those ideas from. He just smiled. "Oh I've a lot more to show you yet."

He then removed the glass and tied my hand back up to the post. This time he tied my free leg as well. I guess I was past the introduction stage.

He stood at the end of the bed and removed his clothes. His chest was smooth until his tummy where a line of hair went down to his cock and balls. His cock was standing straight up, long, slim, with a half covered purple head. He came and sat astride my chest and then taking his cock he started to rub it against my breasts. Again he changed from lightly stroking them with it to pushing it hard against them. After a while he lay on top of me, and then rising himself on his arms he just let his chest touch mine, and then moved his body around in a circle type motion, caressing my breasts and nipples with his skin. It felt strange but nice. I could feel his cock pushing into my lower tummy as it lay there sandwiched between us.

He moved up and soon his chest was over my face, this time it was his cock and hips that were moving around my chest. I could feel his cock dragging over my breasts, the head, slightly wet at the end, touching and jerking along my smooth white skin. I stuck my tongue out to lick his chest as it moved from side to side over my face. I felt his cock touching my throat. He moved up some more; it pushed against my chin. Then he sat astride my throat, his balls on my chin, his cock towering over my mouth. I again stuck my tongue out and licked at the front of his balls, pushing them around and wetting the hair. With one arm he reached behind himself and started to rub my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

After a minute or so he took hold of his cock and lifting his hips up slightly, began to rub it against my face. It went across my cheek and over my nose, the balls pushing against my lips, then he wiped the head around the other cheek and all around my forehead. Finally he brought it down along the side of my nose and pushed the head against my lips which opened almost straight away. He fed his cock into my mouth and then, leaning forward, started to move his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth like it was my pussy. He varied his strokes and I was never sure how deep he would go. He seemed to know the limits, and never once was it uncomfortable.

I just kept my mouth open, feeling that hard cock thrusting in and out of my mouth, feeling the head popping out of the skin as it rode past my lips. Suddenly he stopped.

Getting up he then lay with his head near my waist. He rolled over on top of me, his cock once again pushing into my mouth. I wanted so much to hold his bottom, to help thrust him in and out, but I was tied and completely helpless. He meanwhile slipped his hands under my bottom and cupped both cheeks which he started too knead while his head fell between my legs. I felt his tongue simply shooting into my pussy and then he started to fuck me with it. What could I do. My legs were tied open, his cock thrusting into my mouth. I couldn't wrap my legs over his head or anything. It felt great. This cock simply thrusting in and out of my mouth and I was powerless to do anything about it. I had no control what so ever. Any other time I would have been terrfied, but I just knew he wasn't the kind of person to do anything I didn't want.