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?Do you trust me?? I ask, standing in front of my apartment. ?Yes, I do,? you say, looking at me in the dim light of the hallway. Your green eyes look at me briefly, before looking down at the black scarf in my hand. ?Good.? I turn you around, place the blindfold over your eyes and tie it behind your head. You let out a deep sigh, as if you?re about to dive from a cliff in unknown waters below and are mustering all the courage you have. Noticing your body tense, I move closer, press my body into yours, and slowly run my hands down your arms before I reach for the doorknob. The feeling of my body pressed against you, one hand on your hip, seems to relax you a bit. I open the door and push you softly inside. The wooden floor creaks under our footsteps as I guide you to the middle of my living room. There, under the lights of the silver chandelier, I let go of you. Feeling my physical contact disappear, you turn your head as if to look over your shoulder towards me. But you can only guess where I am as your eyes are covered by the blindfold. Slowly I make my way around and stand in front of you, barely three feet apart; I cross my arms and watch, study, the girl that is standing in front of me. You are wearing a black cocktail dress that is clinging tight to your slender shaped frame. Your platinum blonde hair falls in waves over your naked shoulders. Your pink lips, covered by a thin layer of lip gloss, are shining under the lights. And your perky breasts, only concealed by the thin dress, are rising and falling with your breathing, faster than usual. The lack of movement and physical contact are making you more nervous than you already are. Involuntarily you raise your right hand, your nails scratching the imaginary itch on your pale skinned cheek as if contemplating pulling off the blindfold and ending this little game. I?m sure you are close to pulling the blindfold off. The feeling of not being in control, not being able to see what is going to happen, is something unknown to you and makes you Sarıyer escort bayan feel far from comfortable. The beautiful young woman in her early twenties that you are knows all too well how to use your beauty to your benefit. And, although sometimes it doesn?t look like it, you?re always in control. But you have been fantasizing about losing that control completely. And now, on your birthday, you are standing in front of me, blindfolded, not knowing what is going to happen. I step closer to you, bridging the gap between us, and silently kneel down. Starting at your knee I start to kiss my way up over your left leg, small wet kisses. You hear and sense that I'm moving closer to you, but my lips on your leg cause you to shudder softly in surprise. As I make my way up your left thigh, you spread your legs wider giving me better access. I roll your dress up over your hips, exposing the small black panties to the light of the room. A small wet patch has formed in your panties, indicating your increasing arousal. Just when my lips are close to that wet patch, I pull away, hook my fingers into the tiny waistband of your panties and yank them down to the ground. You let out a disappointed moan, but moments after, I press my lips on your right thigh. This time leaving a wet trace as I lick my way slowly up. I can see that your pussy lips are already moist as again I come closer and closer to your crotch. Just when I reach your groin and you start to push your hips slightly forward, anticipating, half expecting, to feel my tongue on your pussy, I pull away. You moan again, in slight frustration. I stand up and look at you. I see you biting your lower lip, waiting for my next move, my next touch. I don?t let you wait long as I reach out my hands, take your dress straps and slip them along and down your shoulders. The fabric falls down revealing your firm shaped breasts, a dark pink bud standing erect on each of them. I bend towards one nipple, wrap my mouth around it Silivri escort and moisten it. Softly sucking on it, before letting the nipple slip out of my mouth and blowing warm air of my breath over it. I move to the other nipple, moisten it and blow over it. Your body shivers in reaction. I step aside, moving next to you, pulling the dress over your hips and let it drop down to the floor. ?Put your hands on your back.? You hesitate for a second, as if to think, then you comply. I walk to a closet and open a drawer. Out of the drawer I take a thin white rope and walk back to you. A slightly worried expression is visible on your face as you heard a drawer open, but you have no idea what I took out of it. Then as you feel me tying the rope around your crossed wrists, you know. I?m going to tie you up. Your heart starts beating faster at the thought as I tie your wrists together, firm. You feel more rope being wrapped around your arms just above your elbow. This way you?re barely able to move your arms at all now. ?That looks good,? I say approvingly as I observe my crafty handiwork. Again I walk to the closet and you hear me rummaging through the drawer. And again you?re guessing at what I'm taking out of the drawer. ?Get on your knees now,? I order, walking back to you. Standing beside you I see you hesitantly dropping down to your knees, slightly surprised at my demanding tone. ?It?s alright. I?m not gonna hurt you,? I comfort you. ?Much,? I add with a grin. ?Now, I want you to arch your back, bend forward so your ass is sticking out. And when you feel my hand hitting your behind, I want you to count every hit clearly. Understood?? You nod your head. ?Understood?? I ask again, my hand making its way to your left ass cheek and hitting it hard. ?Ooouch, yes understood. One.? ?Good,? I say, swinging my arm another time and with a loud smack it comes in contact with your right ass cheek. ?Oouch. Two,? you reply, a handprint appearing on your ass. Again and again I Escort Topkapı let my arm swing, one on the left and one on the right ass cheek. ?Three, four,? you say, almost moan as the red glow that has started radiating from your ass is reaching your crotch. Suddenly you hear a click and a buzzing sound and you realize what else I took out the drawer. You feel the vibrator slide between your ass cheeks, slowly down. I teasingly stop at your back hole and press a little harder, let you feel the vibration on your ass, but your muscle doesn?t give way and your back door stays closed, for now. Then the vibrator is making its way farther down, over your pussy lips, already slick with your juices. Reaching your clit, still hiding under your fleshy hood, I press the vibrator on it. Smack . My hand hits your ass again. ?Five,? you moan, the sensation of the vibrator rippling through your clit. You had longed for some kind of stimulation all this time and now you're finally receiving some. You wiggle your ass and rub your clit over the vibrator, enjoying the pleasure it brings. The tingle in your crotch is swelling in strength, spreading through your body like wild fire. ?Oooooh yes, so good,? you moan, sitting unsteady on your legs as your orgasm is approaching fast, like a sudden storm on a quiet sunny day. Your hips are starting to move uncontrollably, closer to the peak you want to slide down from. Smack . The sensation disappears and is replaced by a painful sting that brings you back to reality while the vibrator is removed. ?Six,? you almost shout out in frustration. Smack . ?Seven.? I unzip my pants and pull them down, freeing my hard cock from its confines. Barely able to control myself, I position my cock on your pussy entrance, ready to pounce. But instead I slip just a little in, feeling the warm wetness of your pussy surrounding the head of my shaft. I moan, fighting the instinct to slam my cock hard and deep inside you. I pull out and in again, just the head. You moan and wiggle your hips, wanting more. Smack, smack. ?Eight, nine, oooh, please deeper.? I pull out again, the air from the living room feeling cold now around my cock head, then slip back into the warmth of your wet pussy. It slips in and out so smooth, so easy, in and out, in and out. Your moaning turns into grunting.