This story is a gift, a blend of truth and fantasy, by request, based on specific fetishes, from the muse of my dreams, my sexy, hot, red-headed friend; my Pandora. Love you always my dear.
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You know you want it. You know you need it. Now, more than ever. Don't hold back any longer. Let yourself go. Let me fulfill your fantasies. It will always be our little secret. As soon as the blindfold covers your eyes, you and I will cease to exist in this world. We'll enter a realm of pure pleasure and exquisite pain, without judgment or guilt, for your enjoyment and mine, without looking back.
The Tower Awaits
You and I have been here before. But, this time things have changed. I know your deepest secrets; sexual fantasies you've been afraid to share. This time will be different. I've come prepared. Prepared to entertain. Prepared to tease. Prepared to torture. And, this time you will not leave until you are satisfied, at long last.
As I unlock the door to our room, you giggle with glee. We always have so much fun shooting together. Especially here, at the Madonna. And, the tower room might be the best. Although the red leather tack room has it's charms ;-)
Every room is tacky at the Madonna. But charm, fun, and romance overpower the assault on your sensibilities. The tower room is painted an odd combination of teal and green. Somehow it works. Aside from the king size bed, it's main feature is a spiral stair case, supported by 4 wooden posts, with a sturdy brass railing, curving up into a tower with multi-colored window panes, overlooking the valley below. The last time we were here you put on quite a show, up in that tower. It was, no doubt, enjoyed by everyone in the inn, and for miles around.
We unload our stuff from the car. You bounce on the king-sized bed, as I set the Captain Morgan's on the night stand.
"I'll set up the lights while you start getting ready, Gorgeous."
"God, I've missed you!"
The studio strobes are ready. So, I snap a few candids of you, applying makeup, in the nude, in the bathroom. We chat about old friends and good times. Your long red hair tumbles in waves down your back. The bathroom is a pastel blue with green floral accents everywhere. I lightly caress the soft white skin of your ass. You don't seem to mind. You smile in the mirror at me. We've always been so professional, so respectful of each other. Never anything more than hugs and quick kisses. I trace your sacral dimples with a finger. You swat my hand away, as if it were a fly.
"That tickles!", you laugh.
"Ha! That's just the beginning!" I tease, and return to my business. "I'm going to get the suit cases and gear out of the car."
When I return I lay one of the suit cases open on the divan beneath the window, and begin unpacking the "props" for our shoot. I'm anxious for you to see what I've brought. I've been collecting for months now, all for your pleasure.
When you emerge from the bathroom you're wearing a red bra, tight blue short shorts and bright white thigh high tights with rainbow color tops.
"Eeeeeeeeee!!", you shriek with delight when you see my toy collection. "Mwaaaaah!" you mash a big sloppy kiss on my lips. "I think I LOVE you!!"
I catch my breath. My heart throbs. I feel a tingle in my dick. This is going to be fun.
You run over to start Pandora playing on my iPad, and promptly dance around the room. "Where shall we start?" you ask. . . "Let's start with the stairway", you exclaim, bouncing around like a little girl on Christmas morning.
"That works for me. . . Anything you do works for me!" I reply as I eagerly start flicking switches, pushing buttons, and twisting dials in preparation.
You begin striking poses, moving easily and naturally, as you always do. Your face changes expressions effortlessly. Gracefully you slip off your shorts and toss them aside. I admire the skimpy, white, transparent panties you wear, and how they outline your amazing ass; plump, pale, and perfect.
"Beautiful" I murmur.
You use the stairway as a prop, like an acrobat, hanging upside down by your ankles, your breasts spilling from your bra. Then spinning around, stretching like a cat, back arched, you purr, then growl. Unclasped, your bra falls to the floor.
My dick begins to stiffen. I can feel it making its' way up inside my jeans. I reach down and help it a little, giving it room to grow. "You're making me hard, girl."
"Haha! Well you're making me wet!"
"Okay. Lose the panties. Let me see." I tease.
You wriggle out of the skimpy panties and kick them across the room. Then you lay back on the stairs, posing, arms raised over your head, legs spread slightly, a tuft of fiery red pubic hair leads to your glistening slit, just beginning to open, the pink bud of your clit, pokes out, your parting pussy lips no longer containing it.
You spread your legs further. You grab your tits, massaging them, kissing them, tonguing your nipples. You run your fingers between your legs, dipping two fingers, plunging, teasing yourself, then tasting yourself, slowly sucking each finger. A long string of your saliva mixed with your pussy juice drips from your lips.
"Mmmmmm. I love it. Keep going." I snap away. You've never been so daring. You turn your ass toward me and spread. I can see the little pucker of your ass hole and my cock gets harder. You plunge a middle finger from behind, into your flaming pussy, then draw it up the crack of your ass.
Now my cock is fully erect and feeling fucking glorious. I can feel the pre-cum forming. The little drops of clear sperm smearing the inside of my underwear. I make no effort to hide it. I want you to see how excited I am. I want you to take it into your mouth and suck on it. I want to make you deep throat it. I want to hold the back of your head, grabbing your hair, while I shove my big fucking cock down your throat, in and out, over and over, making you gag, until hot white cum gushes down your throat, spurts out of your mouth, oozes off your lips, and drips down your chin.
"Calm down." I tell myself. "If she wants to be skull fucked she'll tell me."
"You're amazing" I whisper to you. "We're getting some incredible shots. I'm going to set up the video camera." And, what goes unsaid, ". . . so I can jerk off to your incredibly hot, naked, sexy body when I'm all alone and feeling horny."
I set up two video cameras, one on a tripod, wide angle, getting a full view of the scene, and the other hand-held, for close-ups, capturing your every feature and most private parts in great detail.
Then I grab my still camera and start shooting. You lean back on the stairs and slip off your tights, then look up at me. "I want you to tie me up", you say in a low, husky voice. "Use my tights and tie me to the stair railing."
"Hot Damn! Well . . . Let me think a minute . . . Okay!" I reply, and scamper up the stairs above you. You reach your arms up to me, offering your wrists.
With your long stockings I take a couple wraps around each wrist, knot them snugly, and pull them up to the railing above where I tie them tight, your arms stretched high above your head. Your body now fully exposed, immobile, completely vulnerable. Your big, beautiful tits are ripe, and there for the taking. Your pussy begs for punishment. This is what I have always longed for, but never dreamed would actually happen.
If you only knew how many times I've masturbated to your pictures, lying naked on my bed stroking my dick as I lusted after every part of you, wishing you were there, lying naked beside me.
I stand back now, admiring my prize. You blush slightly, looking away. But, inside I can tell, you're basking in my gaze. Knowing that you've given yourself up, at last, it practically makes you cum with excitement.
