Moans of Pleasure- Bondage Seduction Romance Erotica (2 page)

I then dug out a bunch of silk scarves from the cupboard and set about tying her securely to the bedposts in a spread-eagled fashion. I tried the knots securely, testing them briefly for strength. Satisfied that my handiwork would hold, I fluffed the pillows under her head and pushed one under her hips, raising them deliciously for my administrations. I got my camera and snapped her a few times from different angles for keepsake. I pulled a chair by the bed and waited patiently. I could see her pink pussy lips clearly which had my head in a spin, but I was a connoisseur and would not touch her until she was in her full senses.

I had to wait for about half an hour, making erotic plans in my head of how to put that lovely body to use. I saw her move finally, making low moans. It was after a few seconds that she came to, struggling weakly against the bonds of love. She saw me at the same moment, as she noticed her stark naked body, and cried out sharply. It was a cry of shame at her helplessly exposed body, surprise and shock. I had not muffled her at all. I wanted to hear every word and every moan that she would make, and there was no one but me to hear all that.

“Oh Mr. Brown, what are you doing? Please let me go now, and I wouldn’t tell anyone. I promise I wouldn’t.” She whined and implored. It was like music to my ears, hearing her begging me to let her go.

“Of course honey, I am going to let you go in good time, if you cooperate gamely. I only want to have fun with you for a while.”

Her deep blue eyes bulged at my suggestive words. She was cringing in fear now. I got up and fetched a bird feather that is very handy with ladies. I put its tip to her face lightly, stroking her neck. I moved it down to her heaving breasts, brushing her nipples, which caused her to jerk despite herself.

“Oh Mr. Brown, don’t do that please.....Ooooh, you son of a bitch, let me go now.....Ooooohhhh.” She moaned again, her tone changing as the feather continued to explore her nipples one after the other. I could see her pink nipples engorging and stiffening, as my own cock stirred and stiffened in the confines of my trousers. I moved the feather tantalizingly down to her belly, causing her to jerk her hips up spasmodically. A low deep moan escaped her lips. I looked up and saw that she had closed her eyes, with her teeth gritting. I went back to the job at hand, moving the feather to her vulva, lingering there a moment and then move away teasingly to her thighs. I could now hear a steady stream of her involuntary moans of pleasure. She did not have any alternative but to give herself up to the carnal emotions, her body having betrayed her completely. I could see that she had never been put to a feather before.

I kept moving the feather around her pelvis, and she was now delirious with pleasure. Her eyes were pinched, her hips circling sensuously and her full lips opened to let out her groans. I brought the feather to her pussy, and she literally jumped up.

“Ooooh, oh yes, ohhhhh.”

I gave her a soft fleeting touch, before grinding it in, causing it to penetrate her pulsating pussy lips. She went mad, grinding her hips against it, trying to imbed it further inside her body. I changed the angle slightly to rub her clit, and that was enough for her. She yelled, ground her hips like a bolt of lightning had struck her, and came. Her moans of pleasure were filling the room and her body was trembling all over. Her orgasm lasted a full half a minute. As soon as the last throes were over, I put the feather back on her pussy, and she came again like a gushing stream. I repeated the motion another couple of times, and she came and came till she could not take it anymore. I could see that her body was cramping and she was howling,

“Ooooh please, please. Ohhhh, I can’t take it anymore. Please stop, oooh, or I shall die.” She cried out in sobs, her belly shaking.

I relented then. It was time to give that lovely body a little rest, before putting it to use again. She was in a semi-faint, as I freed her legs and then her arms, untying the knots. I then turned her around. Her body was limp and her face flushed; she did not resist at all. I cinched up her ties again, but this time on her face. I added another pillow under her belly raising her softly curving buttocks. I undressed quickly, my clothes strewed by the bedside as I climbed up. I fished out a jar of gel from the drawer and scooped a liberal amount on my fingers. I parted her ass, and rubbed the gel in her crack, as I whispered lovingly,

“Oh Cheryl, I am going to take your ass now. That is always a bonus with me, before I take you again. It’s more satisfying this way.”

Cheryl moaned, beyond words now. I pushed more gel into her anus, working my middle finger inside. She squirmed, but kept mum. I replaced my fingers with my rampaging cock, and pushed it against her asshole. She groaned as she felt the uncomfortable pressure, trying to move her hips away from the monster.

I was in no mood to let up. I just held her hips tightly with both my hands and pushed on. She gave a howl, as my cock penetrated her anus and moved in. I just held still for a moment to get her adjusted to this new sensation before I moved in for the kill. She was having considerable trouble in accommodating my cock in her ass, and kept moaning and groaning in pain. My cock was finally in to the hilt with an inward thud of my hips. She cried again, but I moved my hand under her hips to reach for her pussy. It was still dripping from her own cum, and my fingers sliced easily inside. She gave another moan, as my finger rubbed her vitals, with my cock fully buried in her ass.

“Just relax Cheryl, don’t try to squeeze your ass shut, as I begin to fuck you. I can promise you that ass-fucking can be every bit as enjoyable as a cock in your pussy.” I whispered in her ears, my saliva of lust drooling on to her face. She kept quiet, and I began to fuck her ass in earnest. She cried again, begging me to take it out.

“Oh please sir, it hurts. Ooooh ooooo, it hurts. Please take it out. I wouldn’t mind you doing it the other way. I promise I....oooh ooh, wouldn’t. I’ll cooperate.....oooooh hoooooo.”

Her pleas continued to hammer against my ears, as I fucked her tight little ass to my heart’s content. I picked up the motion, banging my cock in and out of her upturned heaving ass. I touched her pussy again, finding her swollen clitty, and started rubbing it with my forefinger as I continued to hump her. She cried with the strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I could see the pleasure winning clearly, as she started to hump back, her cries transforming into moans again.

“Oooh yes, ooooohhhh yes, yesss. Yesss. Oh don’t stop Mr. Brown sir. Ooooh.”

It was more than what I could take. I gave her one mighty surge of my cock and came. My pent-up lust of the last many months escaped from my cock and billowed into her rectal canal in spurt after spurt. She jerked her hips from the force of my cum. It was enough impulse for her to cum wildly under me, our bodies shaking and grinding into each other in ecstasy. I emptied my balls into her hungry ass, with loads of cum, till her channel could not hide it in any longer. It dripped out of her, onto her cheeks, and dribbled down to her pussy. My cock softened a bit, having exhausted its lust for the time being and slithered out of the lovely arching tight confine of her ass with a plop. As I drifted away on top of her in sheer delight, the last thought that came to my mind was that it was the finest lesson that I had delivered and that, it was the first of many such lovely moments of rapture between Cheryl and me.

SAMPLE STORY:

"Janie, this is simple. You have to stop spending so much money. You are overspending your income every month."

"You know Bobby you may be a good big brother, but I was hoping for some better news than just 'spend less.'"

"Listen, sis, you have a good job, you make a good living, you have a great apartment BUT you spend too much and you have no money in the bank. Now what the heck are these checks to Danny's Liquors?"

"Bobby, that's the liquor store down the street and they have this great Zin that I love. I serve it whenever I have people over, speaking of which want a glass?"

"No, thanks, now do you think you could cut this in half each month?"

"I don't know, maybe I could get a discount or something?"

"And what about the checks to Carver's, what are those for?"

"That's the market where I get my meats and fish. They have the freshest stuff around."

"Well, you have champagne tastes and a beer budget. Until you find a sugar daddy you better rein in your spending. I got to go, give my love to mom if you talk to her tonight. Tell her I'll call over the weekend."

Bobby grabbed his coat and left after kissing his baby sister goodbye.

After Bobby left, Janie sat in front of the fireplace and mulled over her situation. She was 24, single, lived in a nice apartment in a nice neighborhood, had a good job, cool friends, everything was great except she had more expenses than income. Bobby was right, of course, she needed to cut some things out. Her credit cards were getting close to being maxed out. Bobby had suggested a sugar daddy. Hmm, that was a thought. Unfortunately, Janie didn't know anyone who fit the bill. All her current boyfriends were no better off than she was. None of them were sugar daddy material. Maybe she would think of something by morning.

In the morning Janie got up and showered. As she toweled off she admired herself in the mirror. A lithe athletic body from years of gymnastics, small firm breasts that never needed a bra, firm round ass that got a lot of stares, so why don't I find myself a nice rich guy to take care of me?

On the other hand, she didn't need a guy to monopolize her time; she just needed to cut down on two or three items each month. Maybe a couple quickies would take care of everything. Janie laughed to herself as she pictured herself trading sex for wine or meat.

As she got dressed she couldn't get the idea out of her head. Maybe it wasn't so crazy. But would guys be willing to give her free wine and food for sex on a regular basis? She was spending $80 per week at Danny's liquors; could Danny afford to give her the wine for free. What about old Mr. Carver? Did he even still have sex?

At work, Janie had more pressing issues than fooling around with the liquor store guy or the butcher so the topic was soon forgotten. That is until lunch with her friend Simone.

"So, this guy was a real jerk, my mother fixed us up. He took us to the new seafood place on Maple. I had twin lobsters. They were yummy. Then we went dancing at Mike's and we did a bunch of shots. Then he took me home." Simone loved to talk about her dates.

"So, what does he like for breakfast?" Janie asked.

"No idea, I left him at the curb waiting for a good night kiss." Simone replied.

"Simone, the guy dropped like $50 bucks on you and he didn't even get a kiss?" Janie seemed genuinely surprised.

"Girl, if you count the flowers and his drinks it was a cool $100 for the evening. Simone is NOT a cheap date."

Suddenly, as if she had never realized it before, Janie understood that guys routinely spent $50 or more on a girl with nothing more than the hope of a second date. Nice guys did this. If a guy were sure he was going to get sex that money would at least be well spent. HOLD IT!!! That's what they call prostitution. You put down your money and you get sex. No guess work. So if Janie offered to have sex to get stuff for free then she would be a prostitute. No way. She was jolted from her thoughts as Simone started up again.

"Oh, honey, I meant to show you this," she said as she held her arm out and wiggled her wrist to show off a beautiful gold and diamond tennis bracelet.

"Wow, it's beautiful, how did you ever afford it?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I don't have this kind of money. Steve bought it for me. You know Steve, the lawyer I started dating last month."

"Steve bought you that? He's got good taste."

"Janie, you can be downright dense sometimes. I picked it out. We were at the mall last weekend and I saw it in the window and made sure to point it out to him." Simone was looking at Janie like she was the village idiot.

"Let me get this straight, Steve bought you an expensive bracelet but you had a date with another guy. Doesn't Steve mind you going out with other guys?"

"Yeah, Steve knows he's not exclusive. So he likes to buy me presents to make sure I like him better than the other guys. Besides given the moves I put on him in the bedroom, he probably wishes he could afford to buy me a car." Simone tittered and Janie blushed.

Well, this raised some moral questions for Janie. Simone was getting gifts from Steve, not because he was her one and only love but because she did good things to him in bed. Hadn't she, Janie, received many lovely gifts the day after a night of passion with a guy? Most of them at least sent flowers. Several bought her small trinkets. Almost every guy took her to a nicer restaurant on the date after she had rocked his world than the one before. Did this make her a whore, trading sex for gifts?

The afternoon, like the morning, was too busy for Janie to give a lot more thought to this concept. On the drive home, however, Janie could think of nothing else. As she neared her apartment complex, at the end of a 30-minute commute, Janie had another troubling discovery. Thinking about using sex to cut her expenses had aroused her. She could see in the mirror that her nipples were harder than before and she could feel that her panties were slightly damp. When she pulled into her parking space she practically jumped from the car and ran to her apartment.

Alone in the apartment, Janie felt the need for a shower to relax. She undressed quickly and hopped into the shower. Maybe she knew all along what she was about to do. She tried to think it was unplanned as she soaped her body and allowed one hand to slide the washcloth across her clit. The electricity she felt was instant and overpowering. Abandoning all pretenses she rubbed harder and faster until she climaxed and grabbed the towel rack for support. Regaining her strength, Janie got out of the shower, put on her robe, wrapped her hair in a towel, and grabbed a glass of wine.

Wow, she had masturbated before in the shower. What girl hasn't? But the swiftness of her orgasm confirmed for her that regardless of whether it would make her a whore this idea of having sex in exchange for stuff was a real turn-on. Janie sat in her robe on the sofa and thought long and hard before deciding on a course of action. Her dreams that night involved being bent over a keg of beer and taken from behind by Danny and pictures of Mr. Carver sliding a big sausage in and out of her from behind as well. Her morning shower was not unlike her evening shower.

Fortunately, today was Saturday and Janie had little time to reconsider her plan. This is the day she went to do her marketing. The first stop was Danny's Liquors. Danny was about 50ish, fairly good build, no wedding ring. He was usually working at the register when Janie came in. Today was no different. "Morning, Janie, just the wine today or do you need something else today?"

"Um, Danny, I was wondering if there was some place we could talk in private?"

"Sure, no problem" he answered. Then, yelling to the back "hey, Bernie, come cover the register."

Danny led Janie to his office located up the stairs at the back of the store. The office was fairly large and had several chairs and a conference style table in addition to the desk. They took seats at the conference table. Janie rejected Danny's offer of a cup of coffee.

"Is there anything wrong, did one of my guys say something they shouldn't?" Danny seemed genuinely concerned.

"No, nothing is wrong." Janie was a little nervous but she was also more aroused than she would have liked. It was going to be hard to concentrate. "Danny, do you know how much I spend here each month?"

"Pretty much, you buy about $80 in wine each week and usually about $20 in other liquor each month. I can assure you that is not excessive. You aren't worried you have a drinking problem are you? I mean I assume that you use the wine to entertain and not just for personal consumption?"

Janie could feel her face redden but she knew she had to go through with it.

"Yes, I do use it to entertain. No, my problem isn't consumption it is budgetary. You see I am looking for ways to save some money. May I ask you some questions?"

Danny nodded not sure where this was headed.

"First let me start by saying that I like shopping here. I did some checking and the price you charge for the Zin is certainly comparable to the other liquor stores around. I also did some checking and discovered that if I bought in case lots I could save about 15%. In other words, there is a fairly sizable mark up on alcohol products. Is that a fair statement?"

"Janie, of course, I would be the first to admit that the markups are significant. If you wanted to buy in case lots I would be willing to give you that kind of a discount."

It was time to fish or cut bait.

"Danny, I would like you to sell to me at 10% above your cost. That would still cover your cost and provide a small profit while cutting my cost by about $30 each week." Janie could see surprise on Danny's face but it was nothing like the look she expected to see after she finished her next sentence. "In exchange for those favorable terms I would give you a blowjob here in your office every week."

Janie was not disappointed by Danny's expression, shock and desire. Janie continued making her case, "Look at it this way, you would spend more than that to take a girl out for dinner and a movie or drinks and dancing. After spending that kind of money you might get a kiss goodnight or you might not. My guess is that you have to spend a lot more than that to get a girl to put out for you even the first time." Then Janie went for the close. "If you agree to this, I will give you the first blowjob right now to prove that I am worth it." Janie licked her lips as she said this.

Danny looked at Janie like he was seeing her for the first time. "Let me get this straight, you aren't asking me to give you the wine for free, you are willing to pay my cost plus 10%, is that correct?" The wonder in his voice was evident, but Janie couldn't guess whether he would agree or not.

"That's right." Janie decided to push the issue so she stood up, walked to the door, locked it and then kneeled in front of the chair Danny was seated on. Danny looked at her and nodded as she reached for his zipper. At the very least it was obvious to Janie that Danny was aroused as his cock was pushing at the front of his pants. As Danny's cock popped out the front of his pants, Janie said, "Nice big cock, just the way I like them." In actuality Danny's cock was average sized but Janie thought the little white lie would help her convince him to go along with the deal.

Danny looked down at this beautiful young woman as she licked her lips and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman. As Janie worked her mouth around the head her hands were busy undoing Danny's belt so she could lower his pants and make this whole thing easier. Danny stood and leaned on the table to allow his pants to fall around his ankles and to give Janie better access. "Oh, god, that feels great." Janie could only moan in response thanks to the hard cock in her mouth. Janie didn't try to rush this she wanted to make sure Danny got the best she had to offer.

Every few strokes Janie would take her mouth completely off his member and then lean under and lick or suck his balls. Danny was enjoying every minute of this. "Yeah, lick me babe. I love your tongue. Let me fuck your face." Danny got louder and his cock seemed to get a little bigger. Suddenly Danny grabbed Janie's head and pulled it down on his cock as he grunted, "I'm cumming, and I’m cumming."