Author's note: this was inspired by, and dedicated to...you know who you are!
It's dark in the room, and I can see your silhouette against the glow of your computer monitor. You sit, dressed in only a long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, reading the words I had written you last. Your left hand is softly stroking your cotton-clad lips through the panties, and your right is on the mouse, scrolling down. I can hear your soft exhalations as you read. They're becoming more rapid, more urgent.
Suddenly you're aware of me behind you. You've felt my breath on your neck, and you recognize it, though we've never met. You lean your head back and raise your chest, waiting for me to lean over you. Then you feel my hands slide under your arms on their way to your breasts. I grasp your firm, small mounds through the shirt, squeezing them, kneading them. My fingers surround your nipples, and I pinch them, hard enough to draw a quick intake of breath from you.
I dip my mouth to your neck, and bite. It's enough to make you flinch, enough to leave a small red mark on that perfect skin. I love feeling you this way, and I know somehow that you love it, too. A little pain often leads to a lot of pleasure, and your pleasure is already beginning, radiating from that soft, wet spot between those muscular thighs.
"Give me your hands," I say softly, and you raise them above your head. I hold both wrists in one of my hands as I loop the rope around them with the other. It's a soft cotton rope, not designed to chafe, only to contain, and I pull your arms down until your hands are behind your head, and tie them to the back of the chair. You start to ask what I'm doing, but I shush you, and you obey, anxious to find out for yourself. Bending down, I tie your ankles to the center post of your chair, firmly enough to control your movements, but not eliminate them. Your thighs are already opening and closing, squeezing the supple flower between them in anticipation.
"I brought you a present," I tell you, and slowly spin the chair around. You look up at me, squinting in the half-light, anxious to finally see my face in person. You smile. You're not disappointed, that's obvious. Then your eyes travel down my naked body, resting on my cock, which is hanging before you, and I see you tremble a little. Yes, it'll do, you think lustily. "Well, hi, lover," you say, your thighs still contracting on their own.
Then you look beyond me, onto the bed. There is someone there, reclining just out of sight behind me. You lean to the right, and see that it's a woman, or more precisely, a beautiful 18-year old girl. She looks vaguely familiar, but you don't know her. She's just one of the visions you had once, when you allowed yourself to think that way. She's blonde, with long straight flaxen hair. You can see a lean, hard stomach beneath a cranberry-colored crop top, and above a pair of white stretch shorts. Large, full breasts. Long, tanned legs, the muscles not unlike your own, a runner's muscles. She is smiling shyly at you as she leans on her elbows.
"Is she my present?" you ask, hopefully, not sure which you want more, my cock or her body. I look at you for a long moment.
"Ours," I say.
Then I turn, leaning over the girl, and begin to undress her, quickly. I rip the top up over her shoulders and pull it off her arms, which she holds up obediently. Then I hook my forefingers into the waistband of her shorts and pull them down, stopping when they are at her knees. She lifts her legs, all the while looking at you, and I slowly slide them off over her ankles. Her legs are pressed tightly together, but then she smiles at you and begins to spread them as she lowers them onto the edge of the bed.
Your eyes are on her pussy, your own clenching uncontrollably now. Puffy lips, with just a wisp of blonde hair above them, and the glimmer of wetness upon them. Soft. Pliable. Sweet. Young.
I stand to the side, watching you watch her, and smile. She looks at you confidently now, sure that you want her, and licks her lips. You mirror her movements. Then you turn to me, looking up. Your eyes say, 'well?' but I'm not ready to let you participate yet. Your eyes drop to my hand, which is slowly stroking my cock. It's hard now, and is already wet at the end. Precum hangs precariously from the slit, and you don't want it to fall wasted onto the floor. Nor do I. I wipe a finger over the end, and offer it to you.
Your lips close over the end of my finger, and I feel their softness, their fullness. Suddenly I want my mouth on yours. I pull my fingertip from those lips and bend over you. Your mouth is receptive, and opens as our lips meet. Your tongue is there, ready to greet my own, and they dance together for a few moments as we drink in each other's taste. My right hand returns to your breast, and I pull at the nipple again, pinching lightly. It's as hard as a little pebble under your shirt. Your breath trembles beneath my mouth, and I smile into those lips. Pleasure. Pain.
When we break, finally, I stand back and look down at you once again. Your face is flushed, I can see, even in the meager light from your monitor. It's beautiful, and sexy. So sexy. I suddenly grab your t-shirt at the neck and begin to tear it, pulling it off your body in two pieces. Chuckling softly, I turn to the girl on the bed, who has been watching us silently. She looks up at me and smiles, now eager to be included in whatever is going to happen.
I take one of her ankles in each hand and raise them above my shoulders, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Her smooth soft pussy looks so inviting. To me. To you. I hold her legs there and she looks over at you, her lips curling in lust. 'Look at me,' she seems to be saying. 'Watch me being fucked, and imagine it was you.'
And, as I slowly drag my cock up past the crack of her ass and into the furrow between those lips, you do. You know exactly what she's feeling, as her lips part slightly, then begin to split wide open before my invading member. You can see my balls hanging down between my spread legs, and as they press up against the girl's ass, you know that I am deep inside her, and your own pussy grips against itself as it tries to share the sensation.
She moans, long and softly, and so do you. I stand, buried within her softness, for a long, long moment, and as you look from the girl to me, you realize that we are both looking at you. This, our pleasure, is for you, an appetizer of sorts. You know that now, and feel an orgasm approaching. Fast. Hard. Your eyes shut as you reach for it, but it's already there, and you let it barrel over you, your breath becoming ragged as your legs tremble beneath you. You can't move your feet, but you can squeeze your legs together, and you do, trapping your swollen clit between muscular thighs. Milking your own pleasure. Your coarse breathing fills the room.
Finally, you slow down. You slump back into the chair and feel the wetness below you. That was nice, but it's only the beginning of your pleasure. I pull from the girl and release her ankles from my grip. Turning to you, I untie your wrists as you lean over, eagerly, to take my cock into your mouth. Do you want to taste me, or her, more? It doesn't matter to me. I let you suck me.
