Staying with Blanchard
“Liz, do me a favor, and you’ll be greatly rewarded. Call up Brad’s roommate, and go get my shit from his place before he can walk there. Cut him off at the pass, and Jesus will reward you in heaven.”
Blanchard laughed, explaining that he, too, knew Brad’s roommate, offering to make the phone call himself. My stuff had been pretty much packed, and a simply bribe ensured that all would be taken care of. I sent Liz and the nitrous guy, who did my dirty work for a fee, putting myself out of any complicated trouble.
As they left on the mission, Blanchard and I found ourselves amongst the company of only one other couple. Blanchard threw down a pool of blood, “enjoy. We’ll be in the back.”
No questions asked; gone. Door closed. I was slammed down on the bed.
Yanking my shirt up and over my head, his lips barely touched my collar bone, as he dragged his canine teeth across the flesh of my skin, acting like he was going to bite me, but never digging in. My nails grew longer, into tiny razors for claws, and I carved my name into his back, making him wince with excitement. “I’m horny,” blasted when we rolled on top of the remote, causing me to laugh hysterically.
Dancing around like a dork, while he tried to be sensually serious, he finally gave up, merely finding the beat to tickle around to, trading tickles. “I’m horny, all night long, I’m horny, all night long: I’m horny, so horny, I’m horny, horny, horny tonight.”
“A Little Bit of Ecstasy,” followed up as the next song. Though not much better for the fun and smiles, it’s slower place allow for the groove to get on. It might as well have been “The Thong Song,” but at least it allowed for the grind and wasn’t quite as impersonal as N.E.R.D., like Trey had been a fan of playing during sex. Up close and getting more personal, things banged out, if ya know what I mean.
Taking charge, I pulled the top and bottom sheet off the bed and pushed him down onto it. Wrapping the sheet around one wrist, around his neck, around his other wrist and to the top two corners of the bedposts, I wrapped each of his legs, spread apart, tying them to the bottom posts of the bed corners. With matches lying next to it, I lit the candle on the bed stand, letting the wax get hot and drip onto each of his nipples.
Razor claw up his inner thigh, I made a tiny slit over the vein, then sucked its contents out, allowing my hair to fall on his balls, my face pressing against his cock as I moved my head around to the beat of the music, stroking him with my cheek while my warm saliva and his blood drip down his thigh. My other hand reached up between his balls and his ass, trying to find where his cock continued within his skin, massaging it in stroked circles.
When he began to squirm, I slit my wrist, allowing the blood to drip onto my breast. Lowering my bloody nipple to his lips, I let him suck like a baby. I controlled how much I gave him, how much of me he was allowed to have.
His limit came, and I jerked up, causing his lips to quiver, as if the teaser had not been enough. I smacked his face and sat on his cock, allowing it plunge deep inside of me. His mouth opened in shock, and his eyes closed with pleasure.
Running through my hair to show off how long my blonde strands were, I rode him like a pro, watching his face. When his eyes began to roll in the back of his head, I grabbed up, choked his neck, hopped off his cock and sucked him off while I suffocated him. Only for a few seconds, I let him get air, taking one free hand, plunging inside of his ass, rubbing his taint with my thumb.
Leaping to my feet, he shook, as all sensation stopped all too suddenly. I wouldn’t let him cum yet. My hand dug out the condom we had taken from Pepper’s bar, sliding it onto his hard cock, followed by my wet puss.
Having paused just long enough to let his climax pass, I heightened myself, allowing my cunt rings to dig into him, bruising his flesh, the tiny spikes digging into his flesh, leaving tiny marks behind. I pulled the now dry wax off of his nipples quickly, taking some of his chest chair with the waxed wad. A bare patch around his nipple grew red in color.
Having my eye’s attention, my hand grabbed for one nipple, while my mouth wend for the other, twisting and sucking while my well saturated vagina slipped up and down his penis. Able to back up on his cock while he plunged forward, I hit my g-spot easily, bringing myself to an orgasm I was not about to stop. He would have it no other way.
I could feel the muscles of my thigh growing tight, muscles constricting as tiny high-pitched moans escaped my lips. Pulling myself into him, my nails dug into his back. I could feel his blood washing down my fingers, staining his mattress.
He bit my neck as I came, and I nuzzled around, tapping into the flesh above his jugular. One orgasm turned into two, and I could feel him filling up the condom he was wearing. My head swam, and my mouth released.
“Untie me, and we can get high,” Blanchard said with a smile. Nodding over to a drawer, he laughed, “or you can just grab it yourself. It’s your choice.”
UNTIE HIM
OR
GRAB THE DRUGS YOURSELF???
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