His Secrets

by Bishop, K. M.

  Blake moaned with pain, but his voice was muffled by the silk scarf I had shoved in his mouth.

  “Ah, baby…” I said. “Your biggest mistake was suggesting that I tie you up. Did you think I was going to play nicely?”

  Blake’s eyes went wide. This was hysterical. It was something we’d planned for a while, but this night Blake decided that he would see exactly what I was up for. And I was up for all sorts of fun things…

  I ordered Blake to strip naked and then I tied his wrists to the bedposts, and his ankles to the foot of the bed. Then I brought out the candles and lit them. While the candles started up and burned hot and brightly, I went to the closet and pulled out a special outfit I’d hidden, that I really wanted to try out. It was a naughty nurse’s uniform. Blake’s eyes almost fell out of his head when I returned wearing it.

  I was not wearing any panties under the ultra-short skirt portion of the uniform either.

  Then I began to pour some of the wax on him, slowly at first, with just a few drops, and then a bit more adventurous, creating long trails across his chest.

  “You are being such a good boy…” I said.

  Putting the wax away, I decided to focus some attention on Blake’s magnificent cock, which was standing fully erect in front of me. My fingers stroked it, moving from the bottom and rising slowly to the top of it. He moaned with pleasure as I played with him. I knew just how to touch him.

  I spit on my hand and then went back to stroking him. At first my strokes were long and slow, but then I decided to try a few different tactics. I spent much time dialed in on the head of his cock, where I would grip tightly and jerk him up and down as hard and fast as I could. Oh, I loved to inflict just a little bit of pain on him.

  “How’s that, baby?” I asked, as I pulled the scarf from his mouth.

  “Good,” he replied. “Keep going.”

  I stopped stroking his cock and grabbed his balls tightly in my hand. Blake winced at first, but then he began to sigh with pleasure as I rubbed, separating the two globes within his sack, and then pushing my index finger hard into the sack, begin careful not to graze the sensitive glands within.

  With the other hand I continued the hand job.

  “What do you want, now?” I asked. “What do you like?”

  “I want it all,” Blake said. “Please, give it all to me.”

  I moaned and grinned. Yeah, I’d give it all to him.

  Licking my lips and spreading my mouth wide, I wrapped my lips around the gigantic head and sucked hard on it in repeated movements, letting the natural suction take place like a vacuum on his cock.

  My tongue twirled around his dick loosely, just the extra little bit of sensation that took him over the edge. I could see that he was getting close to an orgasm. I decided that I had to pull back a little bit. I didn’t think he wanted to spill his precious seed this quickly.

  “Not yet,” I said. “We are just getting started.”

  Blake giggled and then shouted, “Yes! Oh, I love you!”

  I took my index and ring fingers and dipped them deeply into my wet, succulent pussy. When I pulled them away, my fingers were glistening with my wetness. I placed my fingers in Blake’s mouth and let him suck them clean.

  “Oh, is that good?” I asked.

  “Yes,” Blake replied. “More…”

  I fingered myself again and then spoon fed him more of my sweet juices. I loved to watch him so eager to taste me.

  “I think you want a lot more,” I said. “Ask and you shall receive.”

  I stood up on the bed and walked forward. I was now standing right over him. Blake was looking straight up into my wet, dripping gash. The look on his face was beautiful. It was almost worship. I had never felt more loved.

  Then I dropped to my knees and placed my pussy expertly right over his waiting mouth.

  Blake’s tongue was ready. Instantly he was up inside of me, probing and licking, sucking, trying to get every drop of my wet, lubrication into his mouth. His tongue routinely hit my clit and every time it did, I felt a huge shudder of tingling pleasure belting through me. I had to grab the headboard to steady myself at times. My body wanted to fall into the pleasure.

  I moved my hips, becoming one with the pleasure, lifting myself up and down on him. Blake’s tongue continued to spear me deeply and then lay down against my inner wall. His tongue was so strong.

  I pressed harder to bury his mouth and his face beneath me. Oh, it was sweet. I knew that much more of this and I would cum furiously all over his face. And he would lick every single drop up and ask for more.

  As my hips rocked up and down, side to side, on Blake’s mouth I reached up and squeezed my own tits. They were large and fleshy, soft, but firm, and my nipples were so hard. I could barely stand the sensation when I touched them, letting the nipples slip back and forth between my fingers.

  I licked my fingers and applied the moisture to my nipples as well. They swelled even farther and the sensation of the cool saliva on the sensitive skin was bliss.

  “Fuck…” I moaned.

  This little bit of encouragement helped Blake to renew his intensity with his tongue. My breath kept stopping, culminating in a bulge in my throat under a yelp of pleasure and a gasp of intensity.

  I decided to try something else from the position I was in. I turned around so that I was now facing away from Blake. Then I leaned forward and quickened the pace of my hips so that I was moving from the other angle across his delicious lips and forceful tongue. He didn’t skip a beat, continuing to probe and lick at me with a ferocity I’d yet seen.

  His beautiful cock was right in front of my face now. I leaned forward just a bit more and took a huge whiff of his seductive, masculine scent. His huge cock was throbbing, moving side to side with every gush of lust being pumped into it, as his body primed that sweet load getting it ready for a gushing release inside of me.

  My tongue glided slowly up the length of his shaft starting at the base and then ending up at the tip. His thick member was warm, and it tasted so sweet, like the perfect drug that I had to get inside of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the massive head and pressed down to swallow him whole. My body resisted the girth, but I let nothing stop me.

  I felt dizzy for a moment, a rush of lightheadedness gushing through me as I tried to keep my sanity. The pleasure from my pussy combined with the oral pleasure I was receiving from taking his huge cock into my mouth, was almost too much to take.

  The moment passed and I opened my eyes to see Blake’s massive sack resting gently beneath my mouth as I moved my lips up and down his dick, letting my tongue flop and roll, up and down and all around the sphere of his thickness. He was getting even harder and I could hear muffled moans erupting from his engorged mouth. Not once did he let up his relentless assault of oral pleasure on my pussy.

  My head was bobbing up and down on his bulbous rod. I tasted a slightly salty, gelatinous flavor entering into my own saliva and the supreme taste of his delectable dick. Precum….oh he was getting ready. I savored the flavor and closed my eyes, trying to absorb as much of the teasing fluid as I could into my being.

  Yeah… it was time for the final stretch.

  I pulled Blake’s cock out of my mouth and then slowly positioned myself into a cowgirl position on top of him. I giggled at the animalistic beast before me. He was practically grunting with eager anticipation, his mouth and chin covered in my dripping juices. It was a beautiful sight.

  “Are you ready for it?” I asked.

  “Yes…” Blake moaned. “Oh, baby… give it to me…”

  I did as he requested and slid my body onto his aching member. His girth stretched me so wide, so quickly that I could not help the loud grunt that escaped me or the fact that I almost fell over sideways. Even as lubed as I was, as wet, and ready—his impressive size was still almost too much.

  But I loved the pain. Yes, I deserved the punishment. Something that felt this good had to come with a little bit of payment, didn’t
it?

  I pulled my hips up and let them flop down hard on his prick. The slopping, gushing sounds were delightful. I leaned forward just enough to kiss Blake’s sloppy lips that were drenched in my own juices. He kissed me eagerly while my hips thrust back and forth, moving his cock in and out of me. My large tits were pressed flat against his chest now, the sensitive nipples responding well to the friction between his flesh and mine.

  Blake was also bucking up and down trying to match my rhythm. It helped to drive his wicked cock deeper into me. His tongue was deep inside my mouth licking and sliding over my teeth and gums, pressing my own tongue down to the bottom and forcing me to submit to him. I loved it. I loved him. I never wanted to not be able to feel this with him… yes, only him. There would never be anyone else. Ever. That was so special to me. We were made for each other.

  “I’m going to come!” I groaned in his ear.

  My body was done. I was at the apex of my orgasm. It had come out of out of nowhere and there it was. But, I was ready. Oh, I was so ready for it.

  “Do it!” Blake grunted. “Come on my cock! I want it all!”

  Those words were all I needed to send me careening over the edge into the oblivion.

  “Fuck!” I yelled as my body began to shudder all over, and my pussy gushed like it never had before. I came hard. The pleasure welling up from deep inside of me, like some kind of epic volcano that had reached its zenith of pressure buildup, and had finally erupted propelling hot lava all over the sky.

  I kept humping with my hips, denying all of my body’s signals screaming at me to stop and rest. No! I wouldn’t rest until I finished what I’d started.

  And finish I did. Hard, all over Blake’s rock solid, pumping cock. He continued to pump it into me, even after my orgasm was subsiding. My slit was so sensitive, so done, but he would not stop. I didn’t want him to. He was so close to spilling his seed. It was almost there. I could see it all over his clenched, tensed up face, the grimace of total fatigue and exhaustion that he now clung to—he was ready.

  “Yes!”

  I felt him come hard inside of me. His sweet, fluids were dumped, spraying into me in one fell swoop of magnificence, almost triggering another climax within me. His hips kept pulsating and bucking deeply as I laid my head on his sweaty, muscular chest. I could hear his heart pounding fast inside his chest. It sounded like it was going to explode.

  Finally, his body gave out and rested. And there we were, just lying in the sweat, scent of the sex, and silence that was interrupted by our rapidly beating hearts and heavy breathing. Both of us, very much in love, waiting until the sweet release of sleep found us.

  And soon, the silence gave way to the darkness of a deep sleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Blake

  I woke the next morning to the sound of Tina on the phone with someone in the next room. Her voice sounded a bit strained, as if she was talking about something very serious. I was still half asleep, and not sure if I should get up and make sure she was ok, or if this was one of those things she just needed to work through herself. It was often tough to tell.

  I rolled out of bed, angry that I’d slept through my alarm and it was almost seven. Luckily, I was taking the day off work for the most part. But I still hated getting out of my routine. I needed to work out, I wanted to go to the dojo and do some open sparring, and then I wanted to grab a big breakfast at Keller’s. I was thinking a ribeye steak with a mountain of eggs and home fries on the side. That would last me until dinner. Two meals a day, that was my typical diet. Three…was too much.

  I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and headed for the shower. As I did so, I heard Tina pacing back and forth right outside the bedroom door. She was most likely sitting in the large window seat at the end of the hallway and then standing, pacing a bit sporadically. I’d done that myself on intense phone calls. Something about that area just beckoned for it.

  I wondered who she was talking to, and about what, but I figured if it was important, she’d be willing to share the information with me. If not, then that was fine, too. She knew I was always there for her if she needed me.

  The shower felt great. It helped relieve the tension of my muscles, soul, and life in general. I was going to work out later, but sometimes I liked a shower beforehand as well just to get my blood pumping. It really made for a better workout than just going in cold, though it sounded weird to people to shower both before and after the gym. That was me; I’ve always been a bit of a conundrum.

  When I got out of the shower, Tina was still on the phone. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my stuff for the gym. I headed downstairs giving her a quick nod and a smile as I passed her. She reciprocated, though a bit distracted.

  Once downstairs, put together my protein shake smoothie which I always drank on the way to the gym. It gave me the right amount of energy.

  Tina came downstairs a few minutes later.

  “Hey, babe,” I said.

  “Good morning,” she replied as she came over and kissed me. “Last night was fantastic.”

  “You bet it was,” I replied. “I liked some of those new things you threw in there. I could get used to that.”

  She smiled and bumped her ass against my crotch to tease me.

  “So, that was Donna on the phone,” Tina said. “I guess she is human after all.”

  “Ok…” I said. I had no idea what that meant. Hopefully, she would elaborate.

  “Yeah, I knew she had to be hurting over Roy’s passing more than she was letting on, but you know how she is. Emotions are things of the devil and all that. How dare anyone realize she has feelings.”

  “Right.”

  “Well, she had some weird dreams and called me up to talk. She eventually told me that she is having a lot of issues sleeping and getting past it. She thinks she is being silly because she and Roy didn’t really know each other that long.”

  I shrugged. “I guess she will get past it in time.”

  It felt like a silly, clichéd thing to say, but it was all I had at the moment.

  “Yeah,” Tina said. “So, you going to the gym?”

  “Yep. And then I might swing by the office for a little bit, before I head out to look at a construction site. That’s all I have for today. Maybe we can go out and do something fun late this afternoon?”

  “Sure,” Tina said. “That sounds great.”

  She kissed me softly and I hugged her close to me.

  Then I grabbed my bag and protein shake before heading out the door.

  * * *

  “Just one more. Don’t be a wuss!” Dane yelled in my ear.

  I looked at him and shrugged. Why not? I asked myself. I picked up the shot glass of whiskey and chugged it down in one big gulp.

  “Yes!” Dane yelled. He stood up and applauded me. I had no idea how many of these things I’d taken down, but I was definitely three sheets to the wind and unsteady on my feet. I tried to think about how I had ended up here today.

  I’d gone to the gym, had a great workout, then I suited up and went to work for a bit. I’d ended the afternoon with Dane at the construction site as I’d planned. All of that was going well. I was just getting ready to leave and go pick up Tina when she called me out of the blue.

  Apparently, Donna needed to talk with her. She was having some sort of a personal crisis and just needed a friend with her. I understood and told Tina we’d do a raincheck on our evening. She was supposed to start moving in with me officially the next day anyway. I’d finally convinced her that it made so much more sense. I knew she loved her little place and having her one final link to her old life of being a single woman, but we were getting married. And this was the next logical step in my opinion. Hell, she was at my place all the time anyway.

  So, Dane suggested that he and I go out and paint the town red. It had been a while since we’d done that, so I said sure. And paint it red we did.

  We went to a few bars, a few clubs, almost like an unofficial bar crawl. It was a b
last. I hadn’t drunk this much in a long time. There was a reason for this. When I’d first started to date Tina, I’d been a bit of a mess. I was going out partying and getting drunk at least four or five nights a week. She asked me to cut back on it. She was worried about me, as if she thought I might be developing a real problem. I thought she was overreacting (she was), but I decided to stop drinking for a while. I’d never said I was going to stop for good, though.

  And tonight, I was enjoying the release back into the wild, at least for a little bit.

  “Wow, this is fun!” I roared slamming the shot glass back down on the counter. I stood up and raised my hands as several people around me congratulated me and cheered along. This reminded me of our college days all over again. It was like tapping into a primal part of myself that I’d forgotten about.

  “Glad to have you back, my friend!” Dane said in my ear.

  He ordered another bucket of beers and another round of shots from the waitress.

  I took a look at the massive amount of alcohol being presented in front of me, and I cringed a little bit. I hadn’t drank heavily in so long, that I wasn’t sure how much I could tolerate without getting utterly obliterated. But right then I didn’t care.

  “You got this!” Dane said.

  I did have this. I knew I did. It was fine. Dane was right. I needed to do this way more often. As hard as I worked, I deserved a bit of fun every now and then, it was a good way to blow off some steam.

  “Line ‘em up!” I yelled.

  Dane and I each grabbed a shot and took it down quickly. Then we grabbed our beers and chugged them as fast as we could. Ah, the sweet one two punch of the notorious boilermaker.

  “Does Tina never drink like this?” Dane asked me a while later when we decided to slow it down a bit and order some wings to counter-balance the effects of the massive amount of liquor we’d consumed.

  “She does,” I said. “But not often. And actually, I don’t think she goes to this extreme.”