by Lily Harlem
Quickly, I tied the material around the back of my head, allowing a slit between my cheeks so if I strained my eyes down I could look at my feet. I was pleased I’d already seen Liuz. If I hadn’t and I didn’t know how ludicrously attracted to him I was, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to go through with being fucked by him.
I knocked on the door, the noise loud in the quiet stillness, and willed my heart to slow. My hard nipples abraded the cups of my bra with each rapid breath I took. My pussy leaked, the gusset of my thong completely sopping. Getting carnal and sweaty couldn’t come quick enough.
The door opened and I was aware of the heavy scent of tobacco before my wrists were caught by big, strong hands.
‘Not tight enough.’ The same accent-heavy voice I’d heard yesterday.
‘Liuz?’
‘Who else were you expecting, Aniolku?’
I was tugged into the room and my bag fell to the floor. The door slammed shut and I was pressed up against it. Liuz’s hands were at the back of my head. Fiddling, tightening, compressing the blindfold further and taking away the sliver of light I had. Now it was so taut I couldn’t open my eyelids behind it.
I reached forward and touched bare flesh; warm, rippled with muscles and coarse hairs. A quick exploration revealed tight flat nipples and the rise of collarbones.
‘You showed me so little in your picture when I gave you so much,’ he said, his hot breath washing over my cheek. ‘So now it is my turn to look at you. All of you.’
I spread my hands over his shoulders. They were high above me, wide and rounded slightly forwards as his hands explored my nape and my neck, the dip of my throat.
‘But we must agree on one thing,’ he said. ‘Because we are no longer just sharing emails, now we are together for real and I want to give you everything you hoped for. Everything you told me you desire.’
His lips whispered over mine and I parted my mouth, sucked in the muggy air, hoping for a kiss.
It didn’t come.
‘Kilimanjaro,’ he murmured.
I swallowed tightly and slid my hands down over his biceps. They were bunched and solid, huge balls of power waiting to be released. A tremble ran up my spine. He felt so damn big and so damn strong.
‘Say it,’ he said, cupping my jaw in both of his hands and tilting my head upwards. ‘Say “Kilimanjaro”.’
‘Kilimanjaro.’
What was he on about?
‘That’s the stop word,’ he said, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip, roughly, and I knew he would be spreading my carefully applied ruby lipstick towards my cheek. ‘If something happens either of us doesn’t want to happen, we just say “Kilimanjaro” and everything stops.’
‘Everything?’
‘Yes, absolutely everything. It’s not a safe word, Hannah, it’s a stop word. If you say “Kilimanjaro” it will stop what we are doing in every sense. There will be no more. The same goes if I say it to you. No more. We are fulfilling fantasies here, and if we are not making the dreams come true then what is the point?’
‘What do you mean “no more”?’
‘No more communication, no more us. Full stop, end of. Out of each other’s lives, forever.’
I couldn’t imagine needing to use a stop word – if anything I wanted a start word. I wanted him to get down to the serious business of sating the lust he’d been building within me over these last few weeks. ‘OK. Stop word. Kilimanjaro.’
He caught my mouth in a hungry kiss and poked his tongue past my teeth as a low groan rumbled up from his chest.
I grabbed his shoulders and became lost in my dark world. His kiss was wild and untamed. It communicated passion, hunger and raw male desire. The added tobacco flavour, instead of repulsing me, enhanced the unwholesomeness of him that appealed to me so much.
He explored with his hands, dragging off my denim jacket and cupping my breasts through my short-sleeved top. The cupping turned into a squeeze, hard and firm, pressing my flesh into my chest.
I raked my fingers into his hair, let the warm, silken strands flow between my knuckles and urged him on. His body slammed into mine. A steely erection prodded my abdomen, and he reached down and slipped his hand between my legs, my short skirt no barrier to his determination.
‘Liuz.’ I curled my fingers into the waistband of his jeans that sat low on his hips. ‘Please.’
‘Ah, yes,’ he said, stroking over my drenched thong, ‘you are so ready for it.’
‘I know, I want you, please, now.’
‘And you’re going to get it, but remember.’ He sneaked a finger behind my gusset and stroked over my wet folds. ‘Remember you came here tonight to be my slut, which means I get to say when and how you get fucked. Not you.’
I whimpered and allowed my knees to sink a little, wanting him to penetrate me with his fingers. I needed filling, by him.
Suddenly he stepped away, and once again circled my wrists with his hands. ‘This way, slut, come this way.’
I stepped forwards, stumbling slightly in my heels. My knees quivered, lust a potent drug that had well and truly taken hold.
‘Bend over,’ he said, applying insistent pressure to the centre of my back.
Instinctively I reached forward. A smooth, flat surface lay before me – a table. The force on my back increased and I doubled until my chest and stomach hit the coolness and I was at a right angle.
‘That’s it, now spread your legs.’
His hands were all over me, my ass, behind the backs of my knees, round my ankles, pulling them wider. He wrapped something tight around my shins, binding me to the legs of the table.
I gripped the rim of the tabletop, my fingers like pincers. Sucked beads of sweat from my upper lip. A huge glut of pleasure soaked through me. I wasn’t proud of the fact that blindfolded, bent double and getting tied to a table by a stranger was one of the sexiest things that had ever happened to me, but it was. There was no denying the overwhelming thrill bubbling in my guts at being prepared for a good fucking. It was off-the-scale horny.
Liuz stepped away. I twisted my head as if following his movements but could see nothing.
He was back, between my legs. I wriggled my ass and groaned in desperation as he shoved my skirt upwards, around my waist. His fingers, his cock, his mouth, anything would do.
‘Keep still,’ he said, yanking down my thong, partway to my knees, until it dug in and could go no further. ‘Keep still. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pussy to play with. I’m going to take my time.’
I rested my forehead on the table and shoved my bared bottom towards him; my action scraped the legs of the table on the floor. ‘Please, Liuz, I –’
A sudden, sharp slap stung across my left buttock.
‘Ow!’
‘I said keep still.’
I bit down on my bottom lip as the pain streaked across my skin then bloomed to the surface, heating my flesh.
‘Ah, Aniolku, you know I will give you what you need, so be a good girl for me. Be a good little slut.’ His breath washed over my stinging ass – he was face-level with my throbbing clit and spread labial lips. I could only imagine the view he had of my asshole and my pussy, not to mention the ripe scent of my arousal that was wafting up to my own nose.
Finally he touched me, smoothed the tip of his finger through my folds, sought out my entrance and slid in.
I clenched around him and moaned appreciatively when he added another long finger.
‘Ah, yes, so slutty and wet, you are such a rude girl, begging for my fingers. Well here, take more.’
The stretching increased significantly and his knuckles pressed up against my soft lips. He’d filled me quickly and I loved it. He began to wriggle inside me, industriously stroking over my sensitive spot then setting up a pumping in-and-out motion. Small sucking noises filled the air as I squelched around his digits.
‘Ah, ah, ah.’ I panted, reaching down and searching out my clit. I wanted to come, I wanted to come now, hard and fast, get
the first one out the way so I could have more. I was greedy, greedy and needy.
‘No,’ he snapped. Another burning lick of pain scorched my buttock as he slapped me again. ‘No, don’t touch yourself. Keep fucking still.’
This time as the pain blossomed it settled in my abandoned clit, a hot fuzz of sensation that stimulated the nerves afresh.
He withdrew his fingers and in their place something cool nudged into me, just an inch. Not his cock, I didn’t think.
‘Condom,’ I gasped.
He gave a snort of laughter. ‘I don’t think it’s necessary just yet.’ His voice came from above me – he was standing again.
Whatever he was inserting gained another inch. It had a generous girth, enough to fill my gaping, aching pussy quite nicely. I arched my back and relaxed my internal walls, keen to please him. Keen to take as much as I could.
‘Ah, yes,’ he said. ‘That’s it. Let it in.’
The insertion continued. The surface was smooth, and finally, when I couldn’t accommodate any more, when the penetrating object hit my cervix, a long, low moan rumbled up from my chest and he stopped pressing it in.
‘Yes, yes, tak, tak,’ he said, ‘Now you must stay like that.’
I lifted my head, my world still black, and clenched my full and fluttering pussy muscles.
‘Now open your mouth.’ He was in front of me.
I did as he asked.
As the scent of turned-on man, raw and heated, hit my nostrils, the smooth head of a cock brushed my lips. I chased for it, saliva pooling on my tongue. Oh, how I’d dreamed of tasting him. Night after night I’d imagined his flavour, his texture, the way he would fill every orifice I had.
‘No, keep still.’ He captured my head in his hands and held me firm. ‘Open wide and take a deep breath. You said you wanted me to imagine your mouth was my hand and now that’s going to be your reality.’
In one harsh thrust his meaty cock stuffed between my lips. The wide head slipped over my tongue to the back of my throat, and the thick shaft bulged my cheeks and pressed up onto my palate.
‘Oh, fuck,’ he groaned. His fingers tightened in my newly shortened hair, and he dug his nails into my scalp. ‘You’re gonna get it so good, so fucking good.’
He pulled out, then rammed back in. There was no finesse to his movements, no tenderness. He just set about fucking my mouth hard and fast and holding my head just where he wanted it.
‘Yeah, I’m just using you to get off,’ he gasped. ‘So fucking slutty you don’t even care, do you? You just want cock anyway you can get it. Cock in your mouth, your pussy, up your ass.’
I couldn’t answer. My mouth was full, so was my pussy. As his cock hardened and drips of pre-cum lined my tongue, my cunt contracted. Whatever was in me was hard and cold and I would have done anything to have it pumping in and out the way his cock was pistoning into my mouth.
My jaw was so stretched it ached, and my breaths were hard to snatch around his thrusts. I didn’t care. This was what I wanted.
‘Tak, oh fuck, get ready for my spunk,’ he groaned. ‘No need for tissues, I’m going to flood your throat. Get ready to swallow, every last fucking drop until I tell you to stop, ah … ah … ah, yes.’
A guttural groan filled the room as his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping it down, hungry for more and sucking wildly. I wrapped my tongue around his pumping shaft and drew his glans as far down my throat as my gag reflex would allow.
‘Ah, yes, tak cholernie dobry. Keep doing that, keep … doing … that.’
He rammed into me, his balls pressed against my chin and my nose buried in wiry pubic hair. More cum spurted into my mouth. I gagged, swallowed, gagged again. My heart was racing, my pussy contracting. I was so close to coming. Fellating Liuz was so damn exhilarating, and hearing his shouts of pleasure were such a colossal aphrodisiac that any discomfort I was feeling paled into insignificance.
‘Yes, oh God, yes,’ he said, finally loosening his grip on my hair. ‘Stop now, stop sucking now.’
He withdrew and I pulled in much-needed oxygen. I was dizzy. Lights flashed behind my eyelids and my body felt floppy. But still my pussy hummed and my engorged clit throbbed.
‘You suck dick well,’ he said. I sensed him moving away from me, his body heat disappearing. ‘I’m sure I will want to do that again, several times.’
‘Yes,’ I panted, ‘but please.’
‘You want to come too, don’t you, my greedy little Aniolku?’
‘Yes, I do. Now.’
‘When I say.’
He was still breathless and I was aware of the foreign object inside me shifting. He gave it a few languid shunts that made me gasp then pulled it out.
‘Here, open,’ he said, pressing something against my mouth.
Was his cock hard again already?
‘Eat.’
I let a cool, wet chunk of slipperiness into my mouth. It was definitely food. I bit into it and took a second to recognise the flavour of cucumber.
‘More,’ he said, pushing another segment into my mouth. He sounded like he, too, was munching.
I bit into it eagerly, grateful for the sweet, watery taste covering my dry tongue, though it was slightly musky too. Laced with a flavour I recognised but couldn’t identify.
‘You like?’ he asked.
I nodded and opened my mouth.
He laughed and shoved more in. Juice dribbled down my chin, my mouth now brimming over. ‘Can’t get enough, can you?’ he said, moving back behind me.
I wiped a hand over my wet face, slurping and licking my lips.
‘You have a slut’s pussy,’ he said, stroking over my engorged folds. ‘Slutty and needy, it takes anything. I can tell.’
It took all my willpower to resist shoving my hand down to fret my clit. I needed to climax so badly it was fuddling my thoughts.
But it was several, long, agonising minutes before he touched me again. ‘Here, take my dick in your pussy.’
With one devastating thrust he burrowed in.
I cried out. His cock was long and steel-hard again. Whatever had just been inside me, as I’d sucked him off, had barely prepared me for Liuz’s monster dick.
As I struggled to take his length and girth, sweat pricked over me and my pulse thudded loud in my ears. I wailed again as he pulled halfway out then shoved in once more.
‘Be quiet, slut,’ he hissed angrily.
I mashed my lips together and braced for his next thrust. It came, hard and swift, barging over my G-spot with deadly accuracy.
My mound was rubbing on the hard surface of the table, enough to stimulate. It combined with the growing pressure the fast and furious sensations his cock was creating deep within my pussy. Soon an orgasm would be mine. The tightening in my belly and the trembling in my pelvis warned me. Juices flooded from me; finally, I was getting the fucking I needed.
I moaned and groaned, revelled in the build-up to climax and briefly wondered what I must look like. Bent over, bound, blindfolded and being fucked harshly, so harshly. I imagined my skin pale against his olive tones, my lack of body hair a shocking contrast to his hair-coated limbs and chest.
Suddenly it was there. My orgasm claimed me with a swiftness that surprised me. It must have been the lewd images in my head that had rocketed it out of control. My whole body tightened, as if my nerve endings were stretched to the limit. A huge ball of pleasure that caused my feet to lift from the floor and my hips to shove back for more, raged through me.
‘Yes, yes, take my dick,’ he shouted, then meshed his fingers into my hair, above the tie of the blindfold, and pulled. Hard. ‘Take all of my dick.’
‘Ah, ah,’ I called out, bliss and agony twisting together as my back and neck were snapped upwards.
He didn’t ease his tormenting; he kept pulling wickedly.
‘This was how you wanted it, remember,’ he said, pounding into me, over and over.
‘Yes, yes,’ I said, riding through blissful waves of ec
stasy and not caring about my arched spine and my abused hair roots. ‘Yes, oh fuck, Liuz, yes, yes.’
He groaned long and loud. His thighs slapped against the backs of mine. The legs of the table shifted and banged as his tempo increased even more. I was pulsating, writhing. Stuffed full of his dick. My orgasm was wreaking havoc, it wasn’t abating; instead, it was rolling up again, preparing for another assault on my G-spot.
‘So fucking filthy, you’re a whore,’ he groaned. ‘You’re my whore.’ He slapped down hard on my buttock and his palm sent pain whistling through my nerve endings.
Jerking forwards, I reached behind myself, as if to protect my ass from another slap. But I didn’t want to be saved, not really, and when he hit again I allowed the dark, red-hot pleasure to spread. As it did I twisted and twitched. Another orgasm swept through me, just as violent as the first, and I cried out. The release almost sent me delirious. All that existed were the waves of wild satisfaction claiming me.
Finally Liuz tensed. ‘Tak, oh fuck, you’re milking me so damn hard,’ he groaned as he erupted. Then he froze, buried deep, let go of my head, gripped my hips, and shunted in some more. It was as though he wouldn’t be happy until he was nudging up against my diaphragm. ‘Ah, yes … yes.’
I gasped for oxygen, let my head fall to the table and my back flatten out. My pussy was convulsing, gripping his cock. As my mind came back to me and the giddy heights of ecstasy retreated, I knew that it had, undoubtedly, been the most intense, exquisite orgasm of my life.
When could I have another?
Chapter Five
I heard him move away, a shuffle of feet on floor, and as I caught my breath I imagined him standing with his back to the window, taking in the sight of me sprawled like this. I could see it for myself, my mind full of the image, and my sex spasmed with the thrill of it. Would he leave me here, waiting, anticipating his next move? Or would he untie me, take off the blindfold and allow me to look at him for what he thought was the first time? The not knowing was all part of the excitement – excitement that seemed to have no thought of stopping. It barrelled through me, adrenaline on wings, and I sucked in a deep breath in order to calm myself. My chest hurt from the rapid beating of my heart, lungs painfully filling then emptying.
