When the alarm went off Jeff jumped out of the bed and headed for the shower. I got up after the water started and combed my hair and put on fresh make-up, then went into the bathroom dressed in my usual T-shirt and panties.
"Hey, honey," I said, looking at his naked body through the shower door. "I'm really sorry about how I've been acting lately. I promise I'll behave myself from now on."
"I was wondering if you'd apologize. If you're big enough to do that then I guess I'm big enough to forgive you for your sins."
"I hoped you would understand. Want me to make you any breakfast?"
"Naw, I'm going to eat at the office," he said, shutting, the water off. Knowing that he wouldn't like me to see his naked body, I got the hell out of the bathroom and slipped back into bed.
When I heard Jeff leave the apartment I got out of bed again and decided just what clothes I would need to get the fucking I needed. I finally narrowed the necessities down to a garter belt, several pairs of hose and some bras with the clasp between the breast (making it easy to get to my tits without taking my uniform completely off).
I started the coffee pot going, then opened the door to get the morning newspaper. Just as I was bending down to pick it up, my next-door neighbor opened his door to get his paper.
"Good morning," I said cheerfully, leaning against the edge of the door and giving him a good view of my slender legs and baby blue bikini panties.
"Oh… hi!" he said, grinning sheepishly. "I don't believe we've met yet. I'm Steve Jordan."
"I'm Amber Simmons," I replied, walking across the hall, hand extended. Steve was dressed just in a bathrobe.
"Hello," he said, shaking my hand as his eyes looked down my body.
"How long have you lived here?" I said, feeling a little foolish about standing in the ball as scantily dressed as I was. My nipples hardened into little buds as I looked up at Steve's face. They made sharp points, pushing out visibly against the T-shirt.
"Not long. Just a month. Listen, would you like to have some coffee?"
"I thought you'd never ask," I said, walking past him into his neatly arranged apartment.
I plopped down on a chair and crossed my legs, looking at Steve innocently while knowing that he was lusting for my body.
Steve poured two cups, setting one in front of me before pulling a chair close to mine. There was a slight bulge at the crotch in his bathrobe.
"I've seen you around some," he said nervously, "and I wanted to meet you. Surprising how people can live so close to each other but never get together, isn't it?"
"Yes, it certainly is," I replied, folding my arms under my tits to make them look even larger. Steve's eyes traveled from my face to my tits, then back again. The lump at his crotch grew more, straining against whatever it was he wore under the robe.
"You're married, aren't you?"
"No, but my husband is," I said with a laugh. I got up and paced around the kitchen. Everything was in its place, nothing was disorderly or dirty. "You do keep a neat apartment."
"I try," Steve said, standing up. He walked over to me, resting his hands on my shoulders. "Do you always walk in someone's apartment dressed the way you are?"
"Not always, just when I'm feeling dangerous." Steve pulled me against his bulging hard-on and tried to kiss me on the mouth. I turned my head to one side and he kissed my smooth neck.
"Please, Steve," I said, feigning annoyance. "I don't take my little visit here for anything more than what it is!"
"You can't just stand there with a body like yours and expect me to act like a gentleman," he said, nuzzling my neck and squeezing my asscheeks.
Steve slipped his hands under the tight elastic waistband of my panties and grabbed my firm butt, pressing my crotch against his.
"Get your hands out of there!" I said without much conviction, pushing him away. "I never should have come here in the first place. I assumed you would conduct yourself like a gentleman!"
Steve pulled me close again and I jabbed at his stomach with my fingernails, not so much trying to scratch him as trying to tickle him. As intended, he burst into laughter and backed away from me. Advancing, I grabbed at his stomach again, joining him in laughter.
"Ha! I'm so… ha ha ha! I can't stand it," he cackled, backing away from me, trying to cover his stomach with his hands.
It was no accident that my hands untied the belt of his robe. I noticed he was wearing only shorts under the robe.
"Okay you little vixen," Steve said, his cock pressing hard against his shorts. "Now I'm going to give you the spanking you've been asking for!"
Steve started for me and I dashed out of the way, rushing through the living room into his bedroom. Steve made a lunge for me and missed, falling flat on the bed. I vaulted his bed, suddenly finding myself in a corner without any escape. When he trapped me I grabbed his face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then ducked under his arm and jumped on the bed once again.
"You hedonist!" I shrieked, attacking his ticklish stomach once again. Steve caught my wrists and threw me down on the bed. Before I really knew what was happening he had my wrists and was tying them together with the belt from his robe. For a brief moment I was afraid he would hurt me, then he twisted me onto my back and I knew he wouldn't do anything terrible to me.
"You hot-blooded vixen! Now you're going to get it but good!" Steve curled his fingers in the band of my bikini panties and tried to pull them down my legs. When I curled my knees up, pulling them close to my tits, he merely ripped my panties to shreds, throwing them against the wall.
"This is rape," I said, trying to sound serious. "You can be put in prison for this!"
I got my knees under me as Steve was trying to grab my tits and dashed toward the door, hands tied behind my back. Steve caught me before I even got close (thank goodness) and twisted me around to face him. His hot lips mashed down against mine and I opened my mouth to accept his wet, hungry tongue. With my honey-colored twat naked to his gaze and my hands tied behind my back, I knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he got down to business and rammed his hard cock up my pussy.
Steve grabbed the straps of my T-shirt and jerked them over my shoulders and down to my elbows, stretching the shirt tightly around my middle. My tits wiggled seductively, the areolas a deep brown and the pebble-like nipples almost begging for attention.
"Jesus, what jugs! Just look at those jugs!" Steve hissed. He grabbed my boobs from the underside and squeezed them, causing the nipples to stand out even more prominently. He flicked his tongue over one rosy bead, then gave it a little nip with his teeth. A tremor of passion bolted through my body, causing my tits to shake a little. Steve kissed one nipple for a while, then transferred his attentions to the other nipple.
"Steve, you're driving me crazy," I whined, feeling my pussy become wet with cunt juice.
"I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you beg for more, you little vixen," Steve replied, burying his face in the valley of my tits.
When he grabbed me by the elbow and started pulling me toward the bed, I didn't protest. My snatch was so hot for his prick I already was thinking of begging for him to fuck me. He pushed me on the bed and I wiggled over until I was in the middle. It bothered me a little to have my hands under the small of my back.
"Steve, please untie my hands."
"I could never handle you," he said, sitting next to me and caressing both nipples. "Maybe this way I'll have an even chance."
"An even chance of what? Damn it, honey, I want to fuck you! Just untie my hands, please!" I begged while he tugged my nipples.
Steve got off the bed and went to his closet. He pulled a couple ties off a rack and came back to the bed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I think you like being dominated," he said glancing up and down my body. "I think you like being tied up and fucked. What's the matter, isn't your husband man enough for you?"
"Why don't you just shut up and fuck me like any normal man would do?" I got to a sitting position and watched as Steve took off his robe and shorts. His prick pointed straight at me, almost as if it were seeking some hole to fuck. The thought of it sent a warm tingle through my body.
Steve took one of the ties and looped it around my ankle, then tied it to the bed post. I made a playful attempt at stopping him, but really had no intention of refusing Steve anything, particularly my body.
"You're crazy," I said, forcing down a smile.
"You should be locked up in a prison somewhere."
Steve took my other ankle and tied it to the bed post, leaving me completely helpless with my hands cinched under me and my legs splayed out. Sitting on the bed between my thighs, Steve used both hands to spread my puffy cuntlips, then bent forward and lashed at my exposed clit with his hot, wet tongue.
"Mmmmm! That's nice," I murmured, closing my eyes to concentrate just on his tongue as it worked expertly on my most sensitive organ.
Steve got a finger good and moist with my juices, then slithered it up my cunthole while his tongue continued to tantalize my pink slit. The strange combination of having a finger moving in and out while a tongue worked on my clit was unusually sensual for me. I hunched my hips up, forcing my twat harder against Steve's hungry mouth. Pulling against the ties I found that Steve had indeed fastened me to the bed tightly. I wouldn't be able to leave until he released me and that, like his tongue and plunging finger, turned me on incredibly.
"Eat me, baby," I whispered, looking down at Steve.
My undulating hips moved rapidly as the heat in my loins grew hotter. I arched my back, driving my seething cunt against Steve's face as his tongue buried in my pussylips. Then, just as my orgasm seemed to be seconds away, Steve sat up and pulled his finger from my cunthole.
"Oh no! You can't stop now! I'm almost there, Stevie! I'm going to cum soon!"
He looked at me, smirking with the knowledge that he was in complete control. His cock wagged deliciously at his waist, sprouting from the thick bush of curly hair.
"Do you want my cock, baby? Huh? Tell me you want my prick."
"Please give it to me! I want it! I want you so badly!" I threw my head from side to side, causing my long blonde hair to whirl around, partially hiding my tits.
Steve moved up on the bed, planting a few light kisses on my stomach along the way, until he was sort of sitting on my tits, his cock just inches from my wet, desperate lips.
"Don't tease me, let me suck your cock!" I screamed frantically, wanting to taste his hard cock as it plowed down my throat.
"Nope," Steve said simply. "First you've got to lick my balls to show me how much you love me."
Steve moved higher up my body until his balls hung over my mouth and his long, twitching cock arched out over my face. As he lowered himself on my open mouth, his hot prick touched my forehead. I licked the tight, wrinkled skin of his balls, smelling his freshly soaped crotch.
My tongue worked in circles against Steve's nuts, frisking over the hairy flesh. Opening my eyes, I saw the look of sheer pleasure on my lover's face and attacked his rocks with my tongue more urgently than before Steve reached down and took strands of my hair in each hand, fondling the silky locks while I tongued his nuts.
"Okay, baby," Steve said, sliding down my body a little. "Use that hot tongue on my cock."
I tried to capture his cockhead between my lips but Steve kept moving it just out of my reach. I acted like the worst nymphomaniac in the world, mouth open, tongue searching for cockflesh. What would Jeff think if he saw me now? I didn't want to think about it – I only wanted Steve's prick wedged in my mouth.
It suddenly occurred to me that being tied and completely vulnerable – totally helpless – was turning me on. It was new and exciting, which were the two things sadly lacking in my sex life with Jeff.
Steve finally tired of the cat and mouse game and plugged his cock between my lips. His burgeoning prick pressed against the roof of my mouth, making it difficult for me to suck on because of the position Steve and I were in.
"I know a better way," Steve said, getting off my body. "We can sixty-nine each other!"
With his knees on both sides of my head, his cock was lowered down to me once again, this time the hard-on angling toward my throat. I opened my lips wide for his drooling tip, a low, cat-like purr coming from my throat as his jism smeared off on my tongue.
Steve curled his arms around my thighs and, from behind, spread my cuntlips to make way for his hungry mouth. His little tongue jabbed between my swollen pussy lips, causing my clit to ooze more clear, delicious oil.
As Steve propelled his hips down, his fat knob slithered over my tongue until his cock was resting at the opening of my throat. I gnawed on the hard flesh, feasting on its manliness. As he withdrew his cock from my mouth, my lips puckered out, holding on tightly. I didn't want it ever to leave my mouth. Not ever. I couldn't imagine anything being as good for me as his cock. In my lewd state of mind I dreamed of living on Steve's cock, getting all my food and nourishment from it.
"Nnnuuummm!" I groaned as his prick moved deeper in my clenching mouth. I watched his big balls descending and wanted to feel them resting on my face, but then he stopped, his crown having reached my throat.
I arched my back, pushing my pussy at Steve. He gladly accepted my offering, attacking my tender, seething pussy with renewed energy. Chewing on the prick's slick shaft, I rubbed my tongue along the smooth underside, hoping to taste his spitting cum. Then, before I was ready for it, Steve slammed his hips down further, forcefully stabbing his cock down my throat. I had never deep throated anyone before and I thought I would die. I was forced to keep from gagging, though I desperately wanted to. I fought at the ropes around my wrists and ankles, but there was no give in the bindings. I tried to turn my head to one side to uncork Steve's choking prick from my throat, but that, too, was impossible. Finally, with no ether choice available, I concentrated on relaxing the muscles in my throat.
Steve lashed out, tonguing my pink pussy urgently as he pulled his cock from my throat. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with air as pools of spit formed at the corners of my mouth. Then he was pressing down again, his plundering cock sliding between my lips and down my throat. I relaxed and, surprisingly, his mushroomed cockhead wedged easily in my throat. His balls, hot and heavy with cum, rested over my nose and eyes. My nipples tingled delightfully, mashed flat against Steve's firm body.
I had done it. I deep-throated Steve without the slightest bit of discomfort for me. His cock jabbed down my throat a few more times and then I began to love the feel of his big knob tucked neatly in my throat. From the way Steve was groaning and thrashing his hips, he was enjoying my blowjob as much as I enjoyed doing it.
"Enough!" Steve gasped, taking his face from my crotch. "Let's fuck!"
I sighed sadly when he took his prick from my mouth. It had given me so much pleasure, and a new-found sense of achievement and confidence, that I wanted him to turn in my mouth. I wondered if his spunk would taste anything like my husband's cum.
Steve looked down at me, his face wet from my cunt juice. He grabbed his prick in one hand and fitted it to the opening of my snatch, then pressed down on me, simultaneously crushing my tits with his chest, kissing me with his cum-slick lips and easing his cock in me.
My fur-lined cunthole stretched wide to accept Steve's cockhead, then firmly embraced his shaft as he drove deep in me. He held my face in his hands and kissed me long and hard and I tasted my own juices on my lips.
"Fuck me, lover," I panted, twisting my hips as best I could to get the maximum amount of friction on my clit. "Drive me deep! Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me hard, Stevie!"
Spurred on by my words, Steve rocked his hips with incredible speed, sending me skyward into a shattering explosion of cuntjuice. His tongue had done such an excellent job on my clit that it didn't take long at all for his cock to push me over the edge into the abyss of sexual gratification.
When my climax finished, Steve jerked his prick from my wet cunt and gave me another mischievous smile.
"What are you going to do, Stevie? Come on, baby, give me your cum somewhere! Anywhere!" I begged.
"There's something I've never done before and, with a set of tits like yours, I've finally got the chance." Steve slid up my body once again, tugging my T-shirt a little further down my stomach, and rubbed his cock between my jugs. It dripped with my juices, making my firm, pliable titflesh glisten in the early morning sunlight.
"I've never gotten off by titty-fucking a girl before," Steve said, tweaking my nipples. "You, my love, are the first whore I've found with tits big enough to get the job done right?"
He pushed my tits together and speared his prick between the heaving mounds. I stuck my tongue out and just caught the tip of his cock as he paused near my face.
"Amber, you're a slut," he said, moving his cock between my cushy pillows. "I'm going to blow my wad all over your tits and face and you're going to love every minute of it. Tell me! Tell me you want my cum on your skin!"
"Please give it to me," I begged, raking Steve's cockhead with my tongue whenever I got the chance. "I want to feel it against my warm skin, all sticky and gooey! I want your cum on my face! Do it to me, Stevie! Make sue do what you want!"
I stared at the purple tip as it appeared and disappeared between my boobs. It throbbed massively, turning a darker shade of color, with each thrust through my titflesh.
"I'm cumming! You cheap slut, I'm cumming!" As Steve's cock seesawed between my jugs, I opened my mouth in anticipation. Then the first spurting jet of cream erupted from the cockhead, arching through the air and making a long, white line from my forehead, along the bridge of my nose, over my lips and finally over my neck. A second explosion, slightly weaker than the first, landed right in my open mouth. I gobbled it down quickly and prepared for more of his sweet, delicious spunk.
I almost cried when the rest of Steve's jism fell short of my mouth. He deposited his cum on my neck and tits, then leaned forward to let me suck the very last drop of cream from his prick. Finally, he got off the bed and stared at me, his cock red and satisfied.
"That was the craziest experience I've ever had in bed with a woman," he said, fingering his dick. "I don't know what came over me. I really don't. Fuck, you're the sexiest woman in the whole world."
I listened to him without saying anything, too intent on licking the cum from my lips and cherishing it before gulping it down. When Steve untied my ankles, I just stayed there, legs spread wide and cunt exposed, hoping that maybe he would want another round with me.
"Roll over," he said. "Let me untie your hands."
"Stevie, that was crazy far me, too," I said, trying to work some blood back into my numb hands. "I loved it, I really did. When you've got a husband who's so timid he can't make a decent pass at his own wife, you begin to appreciate a man who knows what he wants and gets it."
I picked up my torn panties from the floor and handed them to Steve. "Keep these as a little reminder of what happened here this morning."
My T-shirt was stretched all out of shape, and my hair was a complete mess. My twat was matted with juice and I felt like I needed a shower badly. For some reason I didn't wipe off the cum on my face and tits, I wanted to keep it there as long as possible.
"Maybe we can do this again some time," I said, turning to Steve. "But don't expect me to make the first move. I have to do that with my husband so I don't want to do it with my lover. If you want me, throw me down and take me. Make me do whatever you want. That's the way I like it. I don't want a pantywaist for a lover."
I opened the door to the hallway slowly and checked to make sure no one else was around, then dashed into my apartment. If I showered quickly, I could make it to the store and then to the hospital without being late.