You Belong to Me - Sex Stories

You Belong to Me

... close as your mouth slowly forms into a sexy smile. "Fuck that's hot," you gasp. As you scramble into the bedroom, I follow, stalking you as my dick throbs with each beat of my heart. Pulling your tight dress off as you go, you leave it on the floor behind you as you enter the room wearing only your underwear and the pair of thigh high fishnet stockings that I had requested you wear. "I'm assuming you want me to leave the fishnets on?" you ask, as you light a candle before turning out the lights. "Yes," I answer, walking up behind you as you stand as you leaf through your CDs, looking for some appropriate sex music. As I come up behind you, my dick presses into your lower back. I lean in, breathing hot breath onto your neck. Sighing, you tilt your head to the side as you fumble with the stereo. "Hurry up," I hiss into your ear as my hands travel up your thick thighs, grazing the silky fabric of your little black, unnecessary panties. As soon as the music fills the room, I grab hold of your thick hair with one hand as I grip your right arm, twisting it behind your back. Letting out a brief, startled gasp before your soft body melts into mine, you give yourself over to my control. Pushing you towards the bed, I f***e you down to your knees and bend your torso over the mattress. "Where are your handcuffs?" I ask coldly. "In the box, under the bed," you whimper quietly. Reaching under the bed, my hand searches for and quickly locate the shoebox. Pulling the box from under the ...

... bed, I flip open the lid before marveling at the assortment of toys contained within. Rifling through the dildos and butt plugs, I locate the metal handcuffs and yank them out, pushing the box aside. "Do you ever use these with your boyfriend?" I ask, dangling the metal cuffs beside your face. "No," you answer, trying to withhold your eager smile as I place the first shackle around your wrist. I know you are telling the truth. Your fiancé, Tony, is notoriously 'vanilla' when it comes to sex. It is the main reason you look forward to our little encounters. They actually seem like an odd match since you are by far the kinkiest girl I had ever met. You let out a subtle moan and wince as I tighten the cold metal cuffs around your wrists, firmly securing your arms behind your back. The restraints had originally had a red, plush furry substance around the rings, but you have chosen to remove it for aesthetic purposes, making them much less comfortable to wear. "Mmmm," I mutter in admiration as I take in the enticing spectacle presented before me. "Now you're all mine." Reaching down between your legs, I press my fingers against the silky material of your panties, feeling the dampness of your pussy through the thin fabric. "Ohhh," I exclaim, nuzzling my wiggling fingers up into your dripping hole. "What made you so wet, Alexandria?" "I've been wet all night," you peep, squirming from my touch. "I've been waiting for this since we first went to the bar." "Waiting for what?" I inquire, ...