You know, being tied to a chair, with my wrists behind my back mightāve seemed like a bad way to start my evening. Well, it might have if it had been anyone else who had done the tying.
Let me tell you a bit about Milissa. First off, sheās sexy as hell. Sheās well built and toned, from athletics and the gym as well as the time spent working on her car. Her smile is radiant, and no matter how often I see it, I always want to see it again. Her body is off the charts, with large firm breasts and round protruding nipples, as well as a curvaceous and tantalizing frame that is enough to make any man hard.
And this is the woman that stood over me, tying the last of the knots that would hold me in place until she was ready to release me. Her loose sweatshirt proclaimed her sorority, and hung low enough that it afforded me a great view of her tits, barely contained by the bra that held them.
āNice view,ā I commented, expecting her to lean back and playfully slap me or something to that effect, but I was surprised.
āYou like what you see?ā She whispered coyly into my ear. āI hope soā¦ā
Unused to this side of her personality, I was more than willing to play along. I struggled as she finished the last of the knots to hold me still and then I was left to my own devices for a moment as she sauntered about the room, settling a few things in order before she began what she had referred to as her āplanā for the evening.
A few candles were lit, and the music in the background was turned up, and Milissa started the slow sexy progression towards me. Sheād already taken off my shirt before tying me down, but her emphasis now did not seem to be in getting clothes off of me, but teasing me instead.
Milissa straddled my lap, placing her weight firmly against the rapidly growing bulge in my pants.
āOoohhhhhā¦.ā She cooed, āis that for meā¦?ā
Without waiting for an answer she began grinding herself against me, and I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. I reached out to grab her and pull her closer only to remember that my hands were very firmly tied to the chair behind me. I was reduced to moaning and struggling against my bindings as she ground herself into me, slowly and seductively.
With another seductive smile she pushed away from me and strode across the room, flipping through songs until she found one that suited her mood, and that was when things began to get interesting.
Try though I might, I hadnāt been able to convince Milissa to strip for me before, but that looked like it was exactly what she had in mind. She smiled at me and leaned in close as the song began to play. āI hope you like being teased, Corey⦠This is revenge for all those times you teased me and left me with only a vibrator and my hands.ā And then she began to dance for me.
She swayed her hips in time with the music and began spinning slowly as she peeled off the sweatshirt. I watched it slide up the pale skin of her stomach and could feel my cock growing even harder than it already had. The sight of her body always did this to me, but now, as she teased me with the sight of her body, now, when I was helpless to do anything at all about it⦠I couldnāt help but get even more excited than usual.
She wore a deep purple bra that did little to hold back the twin mounds of flesh that tried to burst forth from beneath its grip. She swayed along with them, spinning a little more and sent the sweatshirt cascading across the room to land on her bed. I tilted my head ever so slightly and admired her body as she smoothly reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
Milissa paused for a second, mid-swirl, and cupped her breasts in her hands while strutting forward to invade my space again, at which point she leaned forward, with her breasts in my face and let the bra slide slowly from her shoulders into my lap. I could barely contain myself at this point, as there was little I enjoyed more than sucking on the nipples that she held so teasingly in front of my lips. I wanted to fuck her more than anything right now, but she wasnāt done with her revenge just yet.
She stood there for a moment before she straddled me again, wrapping her arms around my neck and beginning that slow, slow grind against my cock again. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and bared her tits for me to see as she fucked me through our clothes.
I moaned against her and leaned forward for a kiss but was denied as she instead bent her head and bit savagely into the muscles of my shoulder. I cried out, not in pain, but pleasure, for this is one of the things that I loved about her was the way she bit. Her teeth sank into the muscles and I couldnāt do anything but arch harder and higher into the slow grind that she work working on the length of my cock.
āMmmmmā¦.that was nice,ā she whispered, ābut Iāve got much more planned for you.ā
She slid down the length of my bodyā¦or maybe slithered would be a better word, and went to work undoing my jeans. It took only a few seconds to undo the button and unzip them and then my cock sprang forward, eliciting a moan of relief from me as some of the pressure was finally relieved.
She tugged the jeans down and tossed them aside before reaching up and caressing the enormous tent that my cock had created. Ever so deftly she slipped her hand in the front and fished my cock out, exposing it to her view, just as an enormous drop of precum slid from the tip.
Bending forward she slid her tongue around the head of prick and caught the drop before it was wasted, flicking her tongue around me for only the briefest of moments before standing and moving away again, swaying in time with the newest song that had come on.
I watched her ass as she moved across the room, loving the sight of her jeans hugging each and every curve of her bottom. She stopped, and turned her upper body to face me, placing her breasts in a quarter profile, so I could take in every inch of her as she unzipped her own jeans.
The tease wasnāt over just yet though. Instead of slipping her jeans off, like she or I would normally have done, she bent over slowlyā¦ever so slowly, and peeled her jeans off, displaying her shapely ass held by a deep purple thong that matched the bra sheād only so recently removed.
Lower and lower she pulled the jeans, all the while looking at me over her shoulder, smiling as she watched my cock jump and twitch at the sight of her body. Finally though, it was over, and she slid the jeans across the floor and strode towards me, wearing nothing but that deep purple thong, and a look that begged me to come and fuck her until she couldnāt take it anymore.