“Great!” I managed to say. “It’s so good to finally meet you in person!” We chatted away, and after buying her a beer—then two, then three—we moved on to dinner. When she asked if I wanted to return to her place with her, my heart soared. A brief Uber trip later, she fumbled slightly unlocking the door before guiding me into the tidy living room.
“So here’s the grand tour!” She announced, pointing out the kitchen and bathroom, then taking my hand to open another door. “Here,” she said coyly. “Is the bedroom.” With both her hands holding mine, she fell backward onto the double bed, laughing tipsily as she pulled me on top of her. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as we relaxed into one another, our hands beginning to caress each other’s bodies through our clothes.
“Hmmm…” She moaned softly when my hand brushed against her breast over her light blouse. With uncoordinated urgency, she unbuttoned her top, releasing her bra and tossing it aside so her breasts hung free. As I gazed at them admiringly, she placed her hands on either side of my head, pushing me gently but firmly down along her slender frame. Taking the hint, I moved downward, grasping her skirt to pull while she wriggled her hips, helping me slip off her panties simultaneously. Kneeling between her open thighs, I looked for a moment at her delightful womanhood, unable to believe this was finally happening. Her pussy was covered by a neat triangle of dark hair, but I could see her lips already glistening with arousal.
I lowered my head between her creamy legs, breathing in the musky scent of her sex before placing light kisses on her inner thighs while using my fingers to tease the edges of her vulva. She sighed encouragingly and thrust her hips forward as she pushed my face into her unshaven bush. My nose and mouth parted her inner labia; the swollen lips gave way to my tongue as I lapped and probed, massaging her outer vulva with one hand while my other explored her swollen, wet cleft.
“Oh Greg!” She whispered. “That feels amazing—please don’t stop!”
The taste of her filled my consciousness, pushing out every thought except the need to be united with her. My cock strained eagerly, its pain from attempting erection forgotten as arousal soared. Time seemed to lose meaning as she began to moan, rhythmically humping my face while her hands pressed my tongue onto her swollen clitoris. Her soft sounds turned into shouts, culminating in a loud scream: “Y-yeeeeeesssss! Oh don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop Greg—oh yeeeeessssss!” I felt her pussy begin to contract and spasm as she reached orgasm.
Her body collapsed afterward, sweat beading on her skin while her face remained flushed and grinning. “Mmmm,” she whispered coyly, “Take your clothes off, Greg.” I obeyed immediately, watching her stretch luxuriously and yawn as she idly cupped one breast in her hand.
Naked except for my orange cage, I lay down on top of her, whispering into her ear. “Would you release me now?”
“Hmm?” She said, guiding me into a spooning position as she rolled over and pulled my arm so that one of my hands rested on her breast. “Cuddle me, Greg,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry—I always feel sleepy after I cum.” She wriggled luxuriously, pushing her small body against mine and nestling herself into my protective embrace. I tried to breathe deeply and stop my body from moving instinctively, but my hips began thrusting gently. My caged cock was unbearably hungry for stimulation as it slid uselessly against her soft buttocks.
“Mmmm,” she mumbled sleepily, “Not tonight Greg.” She paused. “Maybe tomorrow if I get a good night’s sleep.” My heart pounded uncontrollably; my cock suffered in desperate agony at its unmet hunger while my brain languished helplessly, marinaded in hormones and the enthralling pheromones of her sex. How long I lay there with paradise tantalizingly close yet impossibly far until falling asleep, I don’t know—it felt like painful hours.
Bright daylight and a painfully thwarted morning erection woke me up as reality replaced my dreams of sexual release. “Good morning Greg!” Claire stretched luxuriously, smiling at my longing gaze fixed on her still-naked body. “Last night was beautiful.” She glanced down. “I have to go to work in a few minutes, but if you like, I can give you a little something to keep you thinking about me until we see each other next?”
I nodded eagerly. “Yes—yes please! I’d love that,” I said, my eyes unable to look away from her sensuous curves.
She wriggled cat-like, brushing disheveled hair from her face. “Ok—turn around while I put these on you and I’ll release your cage.” She playfully produced a pair of shiny handcuffs. Too worried about losing the offer of release to question using cuffs, I offered my wrists. She restrained them behind my back then guided me down onto the bed with legs open in hopeful expectation.
She knelt before me, cupping my balls in one small hand and making me whimper with excited need as animal instincts drove away conscious thought. “How does that feel, Greg?” she teased.
“It feels amazing,” I gasped. “I need you—please, please let me cum, Claire! I feel so, so turned on.” My hips humped uselessly as her fingers played over my agonized balls. Reaching for her phone with one hand, she unlocked it and tapped a code into the app. I felt the device click as the pins released, letting the cage come loose from its ring. As she reached down to slowly remove the metal restraint, allowing my hungry manhood to salute her, my cock stood at attention.
“You were beautiful last night Greg,” she smiled, reaching over to take my cock in both hands. The feeling was the most intense arousal I had ever experienced. Our eyes met as breathing turned into quick shallow gasps. She held my gaze while slowly and gently moving her fingers up and down my thick shaft, letting her tips linger momentarily on my purple glans with each stroke. My eyes studied hers intently; her brown corneas looked like pools of luxurious pleasure as my body melted under her exquisite caresses.
“Oh God yes please oh please!” I heard myself cry out, mouth open and mind awash with arousal hormones. One hand cupped my balls while the other continued to slowly pump my aching cock. My body began shuddering; breath ragged as stimulation built, knowing orgasm was only moments away.
“Oh Yes!” I gasped. “Yes please oh yes! I’m going to cum—oh yes!” Hips thrusting uncontrollably, but suddenly her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of my shaft gripping me firmly while she smiled coyly at me.
“Not quite yet Greg,” she giggled. “Tell me how you feel.”
“Oh please! It’s too much!” I babbled. “Please please! I’ll do anything, please let me cum!”
“Hmmm…” She smirked, letting her fingers lightly tease my scrotum. “That sounds good. I’d like to see you again Greg. Would you like that?” Her hand returned to my shaft resuming a slow stroke even softer and slower this time.
“Yes! Oh yes! Please yes!” I begged.
“How about tomorrow night?” she offered flirtatiously, pausing her strokes so my cock spasmed uselessly.
“T-tomorrow? But—yes—that’s no—I mean please!” I mumbled horrified at feeling the absence of touch once more.
“Is that a ‘no’ Greg?” She asked frowning and sitting up.
“No—I mean yes—I mean of course, I would love to see you again tomorrow night.”
“Oh good!” She said reaching for the orange cage while looking with curiosity at my desperately needful cock. “Let’s just wait for Mr Impatient here to calm down and we can get you put away safely.”
“Oh no—please—please—could you—just one or two more strokes? Please I need it!”
She shook her head in mock disapproval. “Oh I don’t think so—I enjoy how motivated you are right now.” There’s no chance you’re going to be late tomorrow, is there? Now if I hear any more protests I might have to reschedule for next week!”