“Oh god, Jake, you’re such a tease! Haha, that tickles—cut it out, you perv!”
“Don’t you like me all naughty like this?” He leaned in super close, his face brushing mine, hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
“Hmph! You always pull this crap, you’re the worst.”
“Hey, a guy’s gotta show his girl some love, right?” With that lame excuse, he crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me deep and hungry.
This goofy manchild is my boyfriend, Jake. We’ve been living together for months now, both seniors at college, about to graduate and hit the real world as total newbies. And our sex life? It’s basically non-stop—steamy, wild, and we can’t keep our hands off each other.
“Babe, wanna try something extra hot tonight?” He grinned that devilish smile, the one that means he’s up to no good.
“You freak, what’s spinning in that dirty head of yours?” But he just smirked, grabbing a soft towel and dangling it in front of me. We’ve experimented a ton together—he’s the one who got me into watching porn side-by-side, even recording our own fuck sessions to replay while we jerk each other off.
Tonight, this kinky bastard wanted to dive into some light blindfold play, maybe a touch of bondage. As long as it didn’t get too extreme—no gangbangs or gross shit like piss play—I was down. He’s opened up my wild side big time.
“You’re a total perv,” I grumbled, snatching the towel and tying it tight over my eyes, knotting it behind my head. First time for this, but whatever—it’s just losing sight, no biggie. Same fun, minus the view.
He guided my hands behind my head next, wrapping something soft—another towel, I guessed—around my wrists, binding them snug. Smart; he knows I’d lose it over real cuffs, even fake ones. Points for being considerate. Fine, I’d roll with it tonight.
I waited in the darkness, heart pounding, minutes dragging. Then, a sharp chill hit my neck—cold and square-edged, not a kiss or a vibe. An ice cube? It slid up slow, tracing my skin, making me twitch from the itchy frost. My body’s ridiculously sensitive, and this had every nerve sparking. Up to my jaw, down to my collarbone, lazy back-and-forth glides, the icy bite mixing with melting droplets that trickled warmish against my heated flesh.
Just as I got used to it, the cube grazed my earlobe—fuck, that’s my spot. I gasped, “Ahh~” as it circled the soft curve, looping around my ear shell before drifting to my cheek, then my nose. It was melting faster now, cool rivulets streaming down my face, that weird thrill building in my core. It hovered at my nose tip, water pooling and threatening to drip inside. I arched my head back, body bowing up to avoid it, but he pressed it closer, forcing me to curve my spine even more, tits thrusting out.
He dragged it out forever before pulling away. Good thing no water up my nostrils—I’d have kneed him in the balls. Then it orbited my lips, finally pressing right between them. I parted my mouth, tongue flicking out to lap at the dripping chill, savoring the fresh melt. After all that teasing, it was still hefty—where’d he snag such a big one? But then, surprise—he shoved the whole thing in my mouth.
Shocked, before I could spit, another cloth slapped over my lips, tying back firm. Nose free for breathing, but the ice trapped. Too big to swallow, so I’d melt it slow, reduced to muffled “Mmmph! Mmmph!” whines.
Gagged now, he targeted lower. Quicker than expected, he yanked my shorts off, leaving me in my slutty black lace thong—solid black just over my pussy, sheer mesh everywhere else, hinting at my shaved mound. I spread my thighs wide on purpose, letting him stare at the damp outline.
As I opened up, his warm hands clamped my ankles, tying them spread-eagle with thin rope—probably to the bed frame. Legs locked open, no closing them now.
My tank top flipped up next, bra exposed—matching lace, opaque only over my stiff nipples and areolas, sheer teasing the rest of my perky C-cups. Fingers skimmed the thin fabric, then cupped and squeezed my tits, thumbs rubbing circles over my hardening buds through the lace. The blind mystery of his next move cranked my arousal; I was already slick, pussy lips swelling, hips bucking instinctively. But tied down, I could only squirm uselessly.
The pressure vanished from my chest, then my bra edged up. Two hard nubs slipped in, nesting right on my nipples before the lace snapped back, hugging tighter, that constant pinch making my peaks throb and ache deliciously.
Tits sorted, he zoned in on my thong. All that buildup had my pussy weeping, folds glistening with early wetness. He placed another toy down there, pressing it firm against my swollen clit. Ballsy as fuck, he tugged the waistband up and snapped it back, the fabric whipping the vibe onto my sensitive nub. “Mmm~” I moaned through the gag.
Wanted to curse him out, but couldn’t. His hands left, then—buzz! All three spots erupted: nipples and clit vibrating hard, electric pulses shooting through my body. I thrashed, hips grinding air, for endless seconds until it cut.
Gasping for breath, left nipple buzzed alone, then right, then clit—random hits, no pattern. Right tit, clit, left, clit again. Eyes covered, I was clueless; these bullet vibes were old favorites, but the unknown made it pure torment. Helpless fucktoy mode.
Then triple buzz, pause, then rapid singles—no logic, no rest. Left, right, clit, left, clit… speeding up. Triples, pairs, combos—nonstop until I was a writhing, muffled-mess, “Mmm! Mmm!” cries as my pussy gushed, soaking the lace through with hot juices.
Mercy finally—quiet. Seconds to minutes, no touch, no noise. Body cooling, but then roar! Vibes maxed out, stronger waves crashing. I convulsed, every muscle clenching, pleasure spiking but capping—no orgasm from this alone. Stuck at the brink, thong drenched in my creamy arousal, clit pulsing desperately.
Still nothing. I adjusted to the hum, but was he gone? Left me buzzing and bound? Panic rose—”Mmmph! Mmmph!”
Ages later, his voice: “What’s wrong, babe?”
Relief hit; I craved punching him, but tied and throbbing, my need exploded.
“Babe? Tell me what you need.” Total asshole tease.
“Oh yeah, forgot the gag—sorry! Haha!” He untied it; ice long gone. I blurted, “You fucking perv, you’re gonna ruin me like this!”
“Aw, if you hate it, we can quit.”
“Quit? Don’t even.”
“Cool with me.” But the vibes droned on, stoking my fire without release, pussy clenching empty.
“We’re stopping, right? Kill the switch!”
“Whoops, blanked on how. Bummer.” Dickhead was toying hard.
“Untie me then.”
“Nah.”
“Why?”
“You look insanely hot all helpless.” Perv. I’d outlast him.
Time crawled; he held firm, but my horniness raged, no outlet. Tried thigh-squeezing—ties blocked it.
“Jake… I can’t hold out. Mmm… You win.”
“What’d you say?”
“I… ahh… need you bad.”
“Need what?”
“Your cock! Your thick dick—this tease isn’t cutting it!”
“Sure, but you called me the perv. Looks like you’re the freak here. Admit it, and I’ll fuck you senseless. Deal?”
“You… asshole… ahh…”
“Guess no dick for you.”
“Wait! Please… mmm… Jake… fuck me with your cock.”
“Say it then.”
“I’m a perv. I need… need your cock.”
“Say you’re a total slut.”
“I’m a total slut.”
“Your pussy’s a greedy slut too.”
“My pussy’s a greedy slut.”
“Where do you want my cock, slut?”
“In my greedy pussy—please, Jake, stuff me full.”
“Call me Sir now.”
“Sir, ram your cock into my greedy pussy.”
Vibes halted, toys ripped out. Bra unhooked, thong shoved aside. His hot, veiny cockhead nudged my dripping entrance—finally. It stretched my tight walls slow, inch by throbbing inch, my slick folds hugging him like a glove. Halfway buried, he thrust deep, balls slapping my ass, his weight pinning me, skin slick and feverish against mine.
Wet tongue trailed—lapping my neck salty, swirling over my heaving tits, then latching on a nipple, sucking hard with warm suction. Not buzzy like vibes; this was raw, wet heat, tongue flicking my pebbled peak.
Hips pistoned, cock plunging in and out of my soaked cunt, velvety walls gripping his shaft, balls smacking wetly against my cheeks with lewd slaps. Post-tease, we were feral; he hammered hard, veins pulsing inside me.
Thrusts paused, cock buried balls-deep, bodies grinding closer, my tits mashed flat against his chest, sweat mingling. His breath fanned my face, lips grazing. I flicked my tongue out, tangling with his in a sloppy, spit-swapping kiss.
Kissing wild, he resumed—pounding my pussy relentlessly, cockhead hitting my depths, juices squelching with each slam. Rounds of this until he groaned, erupting hot ropes of cum deep inside, flooding my cunt. I shattered, walls spasming, gushing slick around him in waves.
He slumped on me, panting, then rose. Orgasm haze lingering, bed dipped oddly. Something nudged my lips; I opened wide, tongue swirling his cum-salty cock as it filled my mouth.
His heat returned, hovering. Fingers pinched my throbbing clit, rolling it slick. Then a cooler buzz—bullet back on my nub, vibrations zapping fresh. It teased my puffy lips, then dove in, churning my creamy hole—up, down, circles in the messy mix of cum and juice. I flooded anew, sucking greedily on his thrusting cock, balls tapping my nose with each face-fuck, shaft sliding hot and slick over my tongue. In and out, matching the toy’s chaos, building me toward another edge.
