Icy Blue Eyes
Copyright© 2020 by Irish Pixie
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Icy Blue Eyes is about a night of passion after a date where things just were going so well. This is the raw version, but I hope you enjoy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Spanking White Couple Double Penetration Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Water Sports
The arrival at his house doesn’t seem any different than the last time with the exception of the leftovers being put in the fridge. I was led back to his bedroom, the anticipation of what he will think when he discovers my secret builds the excitement and my arousal peaks. I can feel my cunt getting moist from just thinking about it. We get to the doorway and I notice the room has been altered with hopes we would end up there. There are flower petals on the floor, the sheets appear to be satin, and I notice there are straps connected to the four posts of the bed. I smile as I know something good is about to happen. Out of nervousness I lick my lips and then bite the bottom one. I kiss him as my fingertips play with the back of his neck. I feel his hands drop from my waist to scoop and grip my ass. I know he isn’t thinking about trying to lift my ass. I am no lightweight. I break the kiss and look him in the eyes are he looks down at me. Slowly I start grabbing at his shirt pulling it up. I want to see him completely naked without the barriers between us. Within moments he is standing there with just his jeans on. The waist situated just along the top of his hip bones. I suck in my breath and start to bite my bottom lip as I fumble with the button to his jeans.
“I swear I am not this clumsy normally.” I say. Finally I have the button and zipper undone. As I push them down as his glorious cock pops up to greet me I realize that he has decided to forego the boxer briefs tonight. He knows this excites me as my breath catches again. I stand there still fully clothed staring at this beautiful man that I get to have again. The tattoos on his arms and chest make me want to tease each one by outlining them with my fingertips or tongue, but first I have something else on my mind. I drop to my knees looking up at him while he looks down at me pleading. I decide to not play any games this time and I take him completely in my mouth. I hear a whimper escape him. Then I decide some teasing might be more pleasurable after all. I start licking and sucking his manhood until I can feel it throbbing in my mouth. I slowly release it from my lips and start to stroke him like my hand is taking a leisurely stroll along his shaft.
He moans out, “Please.”
“Please, what?” I say as he looks confused for a moment unable to think while I play with his rock hard member.
He manages out a, “Please don’t stop giving me head.” Each word is panted out. I giggle and then take him in my mouth again. I know he was thinking he was going to ‘punish’ me, but he needed to be reminded of some things first. Up and down my mouth glides over his dick sucking and pressing my tongue ring against his entire length. I speed up sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking the head, licking the tip and up and down the shaft, then taking him in my mouth again. I glide my mouth over his cock as I feel his resistance give. His load squirts into my mouth as I swallow every last bit. Sucking and licking him until he is pulling me up because he can’t take anymore. I smile as I kiss him deeply.
He smiles a devious grin as he says, “Your turn.” He slides my shirt up over my head. He runs his fingers along the top of my cleavage teasing. “We may leave this on, for now,” he says. Leaning down he replaces his finger with his tongue, while he unfastens my pants. I slowly start to slide them down and I step out of them. He smiles as he turns me around and bends me over. He then grabs my panties and slides them down. I feel his finger press against the glass plug in my ass. “Mmm, I like,” he says as he slaps my ass. Bending me back up, he guides me to the bed. Then he says, “Get on it.” His eyes stay the same, but I know this time is going to be different than the last. I sit on the bed positioning myself where I know the ties will be most comfortable. I start to lay back as he stops me. He takes a blindfold and a ball gag off the bed side table. I deny him being able to use the gag, even though I have not given him a reason as to why. Now is not the time to explain issues I have with my jaw. He seems to understand, and places it back on the table. Then he takes the blindfold wrapping it around my head and ties it. I am surrounded by darkness. He explains it will heighten the pleasure by heightening the anticipation, I not as if I don’t already know. He leans me back onto the bed slowly and gently. He traces his fingers up my arm and then ties the first strap around my left wrist. Then he repeats the same motion with my right wrist. I feel him run his fingers down the inside of my leg to my ankle where he attacks the final two straps to my legs forcing them apart. I am laying there waiting and then I hear it, the sound familiar to all women. A simple buzzing and humming sounds quietly fills the air. I know this is intended to tease me and anticipate its entrance into me. Slowly I feel him rubbing it against my chest. He pulls my bra cups down to just below my boobs and pushing them up to him. I feel the vibrating tease around each nipple. Then I feel him place it on my stomach as I hear a bottle open. Then I feel the warming oil drip along my chest. He begins rubbing it in and traces circles around my nipples. This is torture, but I remain quiet except for the quiet moans that escape my lips. I don’t want to give him any excuse to change his mind and use the ball gag on me. I feel him pinch my nipples, I whimper louder than intended. I don’t know why this has me so turned on. I feel something clamp and pinch my nipples and I realize that he has put nipple clamps of some kind on them. I think to myself that I should have gotten them pierced before now. I feel him cup my pussy, and he leans in near my head whispering, “Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours,” I pant out.