Online dating
Raising her head and shifting her gaze from the plate to his face, Ira thought. She had met him on a dating site. There was nothing unusual or off-putting about Eduard: an ordinary guy, looking younger than his thirty years, smiling and thin. The kind you immediately want to smile back at, but by the end of the evening, you're usually tired of talking about yourself. A small pause arose at the table, and he simply said:
"I don't just want to know your biography, I want to try you in bed. You have 5 minutes to decide how this evening will continue, and how our relationship will develop: I can take you home or to a hotel..."
"Well, I've gotten myself into it..." flashed through Irina's mind. "They told me, don't sit on those dating sites, it's all maniacs and perverts... But damn, he's so handsome, just my type, long-haired and sexy... Maybe I should try after all..."
"So decide... And if yes, then the further decisions are mine..." he continued.
While he lectured her about how it's impossible to build a relationship without sex and he needed to know right away if she could suit him, she was surprised by his self-confidence. Did all the girls agree to go to bed with him on the first evening? No, then he wouldn't be alone and wouldn't be on dating sites. He seemed adequate and calm, and Irina hadn't had sex for several months... She suddenly stopped hearing him and imagined him kissing, how she stroked his chest, she wanted to see him without clothes, she even imagined what his... was like.
"So, are we going?" he interrupted her fantasies.
On wobbly legs, Irina rose from the table and left the cafe. She herself didn't understand how she ended up in his car, she didn't remember what they talked about while driving, but he was cultured and modest, didn't grope her, and generally seemed to show no sexual interest in her.
She was very scared, she looked around the area, afraid he would drive towards the city exit, but the car didn't leave the center and soon stopped near one of the hotels. She didn't even notice that he brought a huge bag into the room with him. After all, he didn't take her into the woods, and in a hotel, he couldn't do anything terrible to her, otherwise she could scream and call the maids. Moreover, the room was simply luxurious. A bed with posts and a mirror above it and a canopy fit for the Shamakhan Queen. Irina calmed down a bit, but curiosity was quite arousing, she felt how the wet lace panties uncomfortably pressed against her pussy.
He pulled her to him and began to kiss and caress her. She had been waiting for just that. He kissed quite excitingly, but was in no hurry. And she already wanted more, she pressed her whole body against him, whispered that she wanted him, she felt his hardened cock and wanted to undress him, but he pushed her hands away and took a scarf from his pocket.
"This way you'll be less afraid of me. You don't need to see anything now," he said, blindfolding her. He led her to the bedpost, and she felt something fastening on her hands.
"These are handcuffs," he answered her unspoken question. "I'll just tie your hands, don't be afraid..."
"Are you crazy? I don't want to... Let me go right now... What kind of stupid games are these?"
"Calm down, you'll like it, I understood right away what you need from me..."
"I don't need anything, let go!"
"Nothing at all?" — he abruptly lifted her skirt and squeezed her between her legs with his whole palm. A moan escaped her, his hands were so brazen and desired that she lost control of herself.
"You're all wet, like a total slut..."
"No, I'm not like that..."
"Yes, you are, you are..."
He took off her panties and, crumpling them, stuffed them into her mouth, tying them with a rope. She tried to resist, as much as one can with bound hands and blindfolded. Her own taste was unpleasant to her, but she could no longer explain it. While she tried to push the panties out of her mouth with her tongue, Eduard raised her hands and tied them to the bed canopy. Then he put a collar on her with a long chain in the back, which he ran straight between her legs and fastened to the front of the collar. He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her large breasts, but not undressing her completely.
The chain was cold and pressed unpleasantly on her clitoris. But the more Irina struggled, the more she warmed it with her movements and juices, and the hot male hands calmed her, made her shudder, and plunged her into oblivion. It was a state of struggle with herself, when her whole body was uncontrollably ready to surrender to new sensations, while her mind, upbringing, and sense of decency could not allow such treatment. He caressed and kissed her, and, reluctantly, she yielded to him, arching. She tried to peek down from under the blindfold, but only saw his bare legs. He had undressed completely, and she suddenly became frightened, would he take her all bound like this, what if this pervert got an even worse idea. The answer to her premonitions was a slap.
"Don't try to deceive me. I see you peeking. Though, you should even see yourself." — He tore the blindfold from her eyes, and she saw her reflection in the dressing table standing in the room, and didn't recognize herself. Looking back at her was a frightened but clearly aroused, heavily breathing, red-cheeked girl with a gag covering her mouth, smeared makeup and disheveled hair, with her bra pushed up from under which heavy breasts hung, her skirt was also hitched up and its edges were tucked under the chain running from the collar.
"You're too capricious and lazy, it's time for you to do something too," he said, untying the rope. Now Irina could lower her hands, but they remained bound. Taking out a carabiner, Eduard attached the handcuffs down to the chain, so she couldn't raise her hands. Ira tried to jerk her hands up, the chain tightened and simply dug into her groin. However, her cry only elicited a smirk from him.
"Get on your knees," he ordered. And she, not understanding why herself, obeyed him, while he untied the gag rope, and Irina was able to spit it out.
"Do you really like this?" she asked fearfully.
"I like doing with you whatever I want. And now take it in your mouth and work your tongue properly," Eduard remarked rudely, literally shoving his cock into Irina's mouth. His shaft was quite long and tense, Ira liked it immediately, she wanted to lick its head, first slowly, as if tasting it, then faster and faster, caressing the frenulum with her tongue.
"Yes, slut, take it all in your mouth." — And Irina tried to shove the cock as deep as possible, pursing her lips, but it didn't work well, as the size was still impressive. He directed the cock to the side, pressing it against her cheek.
"Come on, little slut, stick out your tongue and take it all." — With these words, Eduard grabbed her by the hair and abruptly inserted his cock straight into her throat. It was both unfamiliar and painful. Tears sprang from Irina's eyes, but Eduard paid no attention. He moved his piston sharply, not letting her recover and pressing Irina's head to his crotch. Irina seemed to lose her mind. At first, it was unpleasant, and she even tried to break free, but his hands held her head firmly. She tried to accept this position to avoid causing herself pain. And suddenly it began to seem to her that she had become part of his movements, she didn't want him to stop. It turned out that with her hands chained down, she could quite reach her clitoris, she began to caress herself, as she could no longer hold back, for which she received another slap.
"I didn't allow you to do that. Now you are my toy and only I decide when you will cum or receive pleasure. First, learn to give it to me..."
Eduard's movements became faster and faster, Irina stopped understanding what was happening to her, everything between her legs ached with desire, but she submitted helplessly, her thoughts switched off, and she could only feel. She really wanted to belong to this complete stranger and his arousal became her arousal. He didn't warn her that he was cumming and she almost choked on his sperm, but he held her:
"Swallow, my slut, you're so hot... Yes, little whore... Yesss... Suck the head clean."
He flooded her with sperm, which she couldn't swallow fast enough. (Specially for etales.ru — .org) Sperm ran down her chin, dripped on the floor, and he, it seemed, only liked it. He began to smear the sperm with his cock over her face, and tell her how beautiful she looked like that. Irina only squinted. Eduard unclipped the carabiner, removed the chain, and finally undressed his captive, leaving her on her knees in just the collar.
"Good girl, my girl, but you've dirtied the floor. You'll have to wash it with your tongue too..."
"But it's dirty!" — was all Ira managed to object before being pushed down to the floor with a sharp thrust. Eduard's foot was pressed against her head, and the girl had no chance to break free.
"My bitch can caress her clitoris," Eduard permitted.
Lying with her cheek on the floor in a puddle of sperm, she had to try hard to lick everything around her. It was uncomfortable both physically and morally, her ass was raised up and she reluctantly demonstrated to her tempter her shaved, wet pussy and the tight star of her anus. Eduard liked how her reddened, flowing pussy looked, how her fingers jerked her clitoris, not forgetting to stroke the hole, but not entering it, only spreading the lips, as if deliberately teasing and tempting him. Irina suddenly realized that an erect cock was pressing against her ass. She moaned in anticipation and arched even more. Eduard, kneeling, abruptly drove his stake into her soft flesh and stopped. Irina stopped thinking and lost herself, she wanted to move, writhe on his cock, she felt how he filled her, how everything inside her tightened, she could no longer hold back and waves of orgasm shook her body.
"Fuck me all... take me deeper... harder... to the end... more..."
Eduard began to move towards his horny bitch and during her orgasm inserted a finger into her exposed ass. Irina howled, but the orgasm dulled the pain.
"I like how you cum. And all your holes are now mine and I decide what to do with them. And for now, I want you to get used to my fingers. You've earned the right to be my sperm repository today..."
Eduard increased the pace in Ira's wet, relaxed vagina, and she suddenly felt the thrusts of his sperm. It felt so pleasant to stand, pressing her head to the floor, fucked and relaxed, that she even got a little aroused again. Thoughts about the correctness of this act finally faded into the background, and Irina dissolved in pleasure.