Do you trust me?

My thighs feel all sticky, as if I have been swimming in salt water, and it has dried on them. I start to scratch, and realize my hands are bound to the chair arms. Suddenly fully awake, I remember where I am. Your last question comes back to me, all in a rush. “Do you trust me?” I had replied, a little too quickly, “Completely.” Though that wasn’t strictly true. I had some misgivings at totally relinquishing control. But I had quieted them, saying to myself, it’s only for the weekend, and she really does care about me. She won’t do anything to hurt me, at least not permanently. I suddenly realize what the stickiness is. You had suddenly grabbed me and jerked me off so fast and so violently, that cum had shot everywhere, and I had passed out. “Ah. The sleeping beauty awakens.” You step into view from behind me. You are holding a black scarf in your hands. “Do you trust me?” you ask again. “Yes. Yes, Mistress, I do.” “Good. Because I am going to blindfold you now, so that I can shed some of these clothes. I am too warm.” I have never seen you naked, and my imagination races. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to a second meeting this way. But the first was just so right. We had lunch together, and all through the meal I was mesmerized, gazing into Escort Yeşilköy your beautiful eyes. Our chit chat was filled with flirtation, but there was something more. It seemed as if a deep bond took place, even though we were both so leery of allowing ourselves to go there. I found myself wanting to take you as I have never wanted to take anyone before. Not just slowly, and lovingly; but roughly, and hard. I wanted to posess you, and I wanted you to posess me. I wanted to just throw you across the restaurant table and fuck you, right then and there. And I wanted you to fuck me, and leave me feeling like a horse that has been ridden hard, and put away wet. So when you suggested this hotel as our second meeting place, I agreed without reservation. Well – not without reservations; I got online the next day, and made reservations for the following weekend. I was lucky; usually The Jefferson is booked for months in advance, but, as it turned out, they had just had a cancellation. So here I sit, naked, blindfolded, tied to one of The Jefferson’s best reproduction Chippendale chairs, with dried cum all over my legs, and warily awaiting your next move. I hear a faint rustle, and then a zipper being slowly operated. Yeşilyurt escort I assume the rustle was you removing the blouse, and the zipper must be in the back of your grey pinstripe skirt. I was only partly right; the zipper was the skirt, but the rustle was you removing and folding your suit jacket. I feel cool silk against the tops of my shoulders.Your soft breasts cradle the back of my head, and your hands grasp my breasts and kneed them. My nipples immediately harden under your touch, and I feel the familiar tension as my penis begins to engorge. “Oh my, but we’re eager, aren’t we?” you say, chuckling deep in your throat. Your voice goes right through me, and I feel my testicles begin to move inside their sac. “This is incredibly erotic,” I say, and my voice croaks a little. I suddenly realize my throat is parched; I guess when I came the last time, I must have been panting. “You sound dry. Let me get you some ice water.” “Thank you, Mistress.” The glass feels cool against my lower lip, and I drink thirstily, as you tilt it to me. I stop swallowing before you straighten the glass, and a little dribbles down my chin onto my chest. It is cold, and I jump, involuntarily. “O-o-oh. We’re a little Zeytinburnu escort bayan sensitive, I see.” I feel a sudden pain in my left nipple, but then realize it isn’t pain; it is just a piece of ice. My nipple immediately tightens even harder than it was. Then, ice on my right nipple, and it too, hardens perceptibly.“You have such big nipples,” you say, “Almost as big as mine. They stand out like pencil erasers. I think they want to be played with.” I feel my nipples being gently squeezed, and then rolled; the electric shoots go straight from my nipples to my crotch, and my penis springs to attention. The rolling continues, and I feel my stomach and abdomen contract from deep inside. You continue playing with them, squeezing them harder now. My pelvic muscles involuntrily contract, relax, and contract again. I can feel my engorged member jump and twitch with each contraction. I am getting goose bumps down my legs now, and they begin to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly, I realize I am past the point of no return, and I moan. My cock twitches, and I feel the familiar sensation of cum shooting through my urethra. “Oh, God!” I cry out, “I’m cumming again!” Suddenly, the pressure on my nipples ceases. I feel something warm and wet sliding around my cock. Then your teeth rake the top of the head, as you suck the cum off it, and withdraw your mouth with a little pop. I feel your lips on mine, and mingled with the taste of your lipstick, the taste of my semen. Your tongue enters my mouth, and you deliver a dollop of cum onto and around my tongue.