This story is COPYRIGHT 2006, all rights reserved.

He was built like a football player, tall and wide shouldered with well muscled arms that I could completely disappear in and a chest that I loved to bury my face against when we made love. We had met at a photography class held in the evenings at the local college. I remember walking into the room and allowing my eyes to sweep over my classmates, pausing to stare when I noticed him leaning casually against the back wall. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt with a long leather coat thrown over the back of his chair. His green eyes met mine for a few seconds before I managed to find myself a seat across the room.

It always drove him a little bit crazy when I would sit apart from him like that, especially when our relationship began to heat up in the bedroom. I enjoyed the way he would watch me in class, sneaking glances in my direction while I pretended to listen intently to our instructor. I deliberately wore low-cut cleavage hugging shirts, always making excuses to bend and retrieve items from my bag. One day I even wore my tiniest skirt, squirming across from him in my chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs while nodding at the teacher and taking notes from the lesson.

Back at his place, his hunger was always unleashed with near violence as his kisses devoured my flesh and sucked at my breath. I gasped and marvelled at how he could lift and throw me around, fucking me gently at first but always flipping me over for a rigorous pounding doggy-style. One evening, we had been screwing like there was no tomorrow, when he leaned to whisper in my ear. His voice was low and growling with passion and I knew I had driven him near crazy in class with my flirtations.

“Since you’ve been such a naughty girl in the classroom, I think it’s time I taught you a lesson in the bedroom!” he snarled.

A grin played on my lips and goosebumps spread over my skin when I felt him slide something soft over one of my wrists. Looking over, I realized he had just secured one of my arms to a solid ring in the wall behind us with a thick black cuff. Excitement spread hotly between my thighs and I could feel my pussy getting wet as I realized my predicament. Before I could protest, he had tightly attached my other arm to the wall, and I was now laying helpless on my back, arms above my head. I grinned up at him coyly, still feeling like I held some of the power, because I knew that having me like this turned him on.

His green eyes slid over my body like hands as he lowered his head between my legs, his lips and tongue probing gently at my throbbing clit. I moaned and writhed against my bonds ever so slightly, thrilling at the feeling of powerlessness that began to wash over me. He pleasured me until my pussy was swollen and slick, but wouldn’t allow me to pass over the edge and cum. I began to beg him for an orgasm, thrusting my hips upwards at his face, my moans becoming more primal and desperate.

He smiled at me and shook his head, explaining that he wasn’t going to make me cum, but would use my body for his own pleasure instead. I couldn’t help but struggle against the cuffs, wanting so badly to grab his head and make him stay between my legs. Sliding a pillow beneath my ass to lift my hips up higher, he lowered himself on top of me and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my dripping hole.

I gasped loudly as he suddenly thrust himself deep inside me, stretching my pussy wide with his thick shaft. I rocked my hips as best I could wanting so badly to grab him but unable to move my hands from the wall. He fucked me hard right from the beginning and soon his member was pulsing inside me. I knew that soon he would cum. Taking my ear in his teeth he pulled at it and told me what a bad girl I had been, fucking me so hard that my breath came out in gasps.

Kneeling between my legs he pumped himself harder and faster inside of me before pulling out and grasping his cock in his hand. His body shuddered and his cum began spurting forth in thick bursts of cream all over my thighs and belly.

He left me laying on the bed for a few minutes that way, covered in cum and vulnerable. My wrists were still fastened to the wall and I think he took pleasure in the fact that I was completely unable to do anything about my poor wet pussy. Eventually he took pity on me, pleasing me with his mouth and hands, rubbing licking and sucking me until I exploded with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

I still found it exciting to sit apart from him in class at night, but the real thrill was knowing that in the bedroom, he held all the power.

Back to Free Erotic Stories