I Don’t Pick Up Guys At Bars - Sex Stories

I Don’t Pick Up Guys At Bars

... proud of you. Would you like me to take over now?” I let out a huge sigh. “Yes, yes please.” I tried to be disgusted with how much I wanted this man I hardly knew, but couldn’t. “Please, take me.” “Are you sure you know what you’re asking?” For the first time that night, I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, take m-” Before I could finish, he abruptly sat up and literally grabbed me by the waist. All at once I was lying on my back, his hands were pinning mine to the couch, and his mouth was assaulting mine. I nearly cried out in pleasure. I felt him run something soft through my hands. “Do you mind?” He murmured. I realized that it was a scarf, I assumed he intended on tying my hands with it. I mumbled some sort of positive response, and he straddled my body and proceeded to gently but firmly bind my hands to something heavy above my head. His hands traileddown my arms and rested lightly on my breasts. I could hardly breathe. His fingers softly traced tiny circles around my nipples, causing them to become so erect it almost hurt. “Please,” I whispered. “Please what?” I whimpered. “Say it.” I bit my lip and whimpered again. “Say it, or I’ll stop.” “Oh God, please!” I was coming unglued, I wanted him so badly. But to hear him speak so forwardly was one thing, to say such things myself was something else entirely. He leaned forward to kiss me, and stopped millimeters from my parted lips. “Say. It.” My eyes flew open and I couldn’t help myself. I wanted this man, I wanted to be naked, and ...

... I wanted him to “Fuck me! Oh God, please! Fuck me now!” It was like I had unleashed a pent up beast. My shirt was torn from my body in moments, and his beautifully rough mouth was sucking my breast so hard that pain was coupled with pleasure so intense I thought I would die. His fingers dug into my hips, and I could feel his hardness pushing against my wet crotch. I pressed against him opened my legs to allow better contact. For the first time, he moaned out loud. He raked his fingers down my sides, and pulled at my pants. I lifted my hips, and reveled in how good it felt to finally be rid of my clothes. He wrestled with them for a moment to completely free me from my wrapping, and slowly he crawled back up my body until his face was in front of mine. He rubbed his lips against my mouth; every time I tried to kiss him, he pulled back, only to return and continue his torment. He slowly lowered his body until it’s wonderful weight was pressing me into the plush couch. Then the slow rotation of his hips began. In my mind I saw those hips on the dance floor of the bar, and I matched his rhythm. Instinctively, I raised my hips to allow him to enter me, but he pushed them back down. “In time, darling, in time,” he said. He trailed kisses down my body, and as he got closer and closer to my wet center, my body grew more and more tense. I strained against my bindings; I so wanted to guide his mouth to where I needed him most. But, he needed no guiding. He found the hot, wet nub and ...