A Girl Named Lyla

A Little Tied Up...

I don't usually make house calls... in fact, I never do. But I know Kyle and I know he won't try to like.. kill me. I'm wearing my fishnet stockings with my high heeled open-toed black stilettos. My shirt is a halter top, which means there's no bra beneath it, just me. It's tight and red and stops just above my belly button. I now my nipples are visible and it's from excitement. Kyle's always a good session. Always such fun and different every time.

I knock on the door to his house and bite my lower lip, hoping I look to his liking as I pull at my short denim skirt and make the red strap of my thong visible. I smile softly and feel my flower begin to pulse, excited to have his dick again.

Kyle opens the door in his usual attire: jeans and a t-shirt. His shirt generally hides the whorls of muscles beneath it, but tonight it's tight and I see the ropes of his muscles and my flower quivers. I bite my lower lip and raise a brow, "Hey, sexy."

Kyle smirks and takes my hand, pulling me inside and kissing me as he closes the door. He breaks away, "Hey, hottie."

I trail my finger down his chest and look into his eyes, "What are we doing tonight?"

He presses against my, his dick already hard against me as my back presses into the  wall, "I want something freaky..."

I spread my legs a bit and smirk, running my hands inside his shirt, "How freaky?"

He untied the knot of my halter top and it fell, exposing my full breasts and he sucks on one of the nipples before replying, "I have handcuffs."

I suck in a breath and close my eyes, arching my body against his and loving the way he touches me. I smile, "Lead the way."

He lifts me up, hands under my ass like a seat and he carries me to his bedroom with is dimly lit and the handcuffs are lying on the bed. I have my legs wrapped around him and my skirt rises up, exposing the triangle of red that is covering my flower. He lays me on the bed and rips a hole into my stockings which only makes me more aroused and I moan. I go to pull him close but he raises my hands above my head and cuffs them to the post. I squirm a little, my heels, skirt, thong, and, now ripped, stocking are still on. He peels off the tight shirt and I admire the small trail of hair that leads from his belly button to his dick as his pants droop. The unzips his pants and pulls out his dick, which is already hard. I bite my lower lip and spread my legs wide. He jerks himself a little and leans down, pushing my thongs out of the way, kissing my tender, wet flower, tasting the nectar. I gasp and grip the post, "Mmm..." He smiles and then sits up, getting closer and pulling a condom from his pocket, tearing the package open with his teeth and rolling the sleeve over himself before pressing inside me. I gasp and my hips buck a little as I feel his tip hit my g-spot. Kyle lifts my leg and kisses my calf as he proceeds to bend me in half. My ass raises up in the air as he pumps into my flower and takes pleasure from it. My eyes close as his lips find my nipple and he swirls his tongue around it, his teeth grazing as he bites them softly. I love and hate that I'm tied up, I love being in control, being able to hold his lips where I want them, but fuck.. being at his mercy is almost better.

He slaps my ass hard and it turns me on more as he pulls out and raises my ass up, sliding his dick between my cheeks and then pressing himself inside my tight asshole. I yelp and my breathing speeds up, "Oh... fuck!" He grins and thrusts hard and fast, pulling out and going back in. He pulls out from my ass and sinks into my flower, which is dripping now, he pulls out and enters the back and goes back to the front, repeating this several times until he pulls off his condom and comes on my tits, panting and then lowering down to lick my core clean as my nectar overflows in ecstasy.

The sheets are sticky and hot beneath my ass and Kyle rubs his cum into my breasts softly and carefully before untying me and kissing my deeply. I break the kiss and lick him clean, savoring his flavor and then kissing his chest and neck, cuddling into him. He always cuddles afterwards.