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(MF, axp, gb, alcohol) *** My old girlfriend was about to go into the Air Force, and as we had not spent any time together in several weeks, I called her on a Friday night to get an evening together. I figured it may very well be the last one. When I got her on the phone, she sounded like her usual fun-loving self, and I suggested we take in a show that was in town, one that we both desperately wanted to see. I doubted we would make it, or that there would be tickets, but offered the alternative of dinner, which I owed her from her birthday. She gladly accepted, and I dressed and went to pick her up. When I got to her door, she was wearing a tight black dress with tan hose, stiletto heels (which, by the way, were not her norm), and a white lace choker loosely fitted around her neck. I had not seen her dressed like this before, and I thought to myself, Boy, I wish I had. We got into the car and immediately began chatting. I asked her about her Air Force physical, the testing, what field she had chosen, her last boyfriend, school, the whole gamut. This particular girl and I never lacked for something to talk about. The conversation rolled all the way to the theatre, more than a half hour away. But when we got there, the show was to start in less than five minutes. I pulled into a small parking lot just behind the theatre, and asked her what she wanted to do. She replied, "Well, I'd still like to go see the show." "Wait here, I'll go see if I can get tickets." I ran inside to find that they were sold out, and that the waiting list was more than 30 people long. Frustrated but polite, I thanked the ticket vendor and returned to my car. "No luck," I said. "They're sold out, and I doubt we'll get in before the first act ends." She sighed. "Oh well, it's not all bad, at least I still have dinner coming tonight!" She chuckled. "Okay, where to?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Where else? Olive Garden!" The trip back to the Olive Garden would take another 30 minutes, but once again we were not lacking for conversation. However, this time it got a bit more personal, as we had both grown much since we had dated, an affair that never got sexual. I began discussing her good friend, also another ex-girl- friend, but one that got more than sexual. My friend was talkative, but didn't really seem to enjoy talking about her. I, on the other hand, was still swamped by feelings for the girl, and it was obvious to her. "Look, she's gone on, why can't you?" "I'm trying. It's just hard for me." That was true, I had been older than her by a considerable margin for our ages, in fact had been her voice teacher when we became friends and finally lovers, and I had fallen hard for her. However, my sexual life had taken quite a turn since we had broken up, and I had been thinking of many of my old girlfriends in this new light since then. Including the one sitting next to me right now. We got to the Olive Garden, pulled in, parked, and walked inside. The waiting line was long, and I asked how long the wait was. Told it was about 1/2 hour, I asked if she would rather go elsewhere. She said, "It's up to you. Would you rather go somewhere else?" I debated. It was a Friday night. Every place we would want to go would be like this. "No, on second thought, let's just wait." We sat to wait. I looked around, noticed a few old friends waiting as well, introduced them to my friend, and talked for a few minutes. We continued the conversation between ourselves, and it didn't seem long before we were seated, in a romantic little corner replete with candle-light and Italian music. The conversation rolled back to a more mundane topic, but I couldn't help spicing it up by relating some sexual content to it. She just laughed every time I did, a far cry from the girl I dated over a year ago, who wanted to remain a virgin until marriage. That was one promise that didn't last. I got spicier and more lascivious as the date went on, which was assisted by two Italian coladas (she was only 19, and couldn't handle her liquor), and she just seemed to warm to the intimacy of the scene. Perhaps, it seemed, a dream would at long last come true. When dinner was done, we took our leftovers (one always has leftovers at the Olive Garden, it's just that good) and went back to my mother's house, where I still lived with her. To my relief, she was out for the night, which meant I had the house to myself with my friend. She was already slightly drunk, and I decided to just let it all hang out by opening a bottle of wine I had held for just such an occasion. We both had several glasses, and she began to get even more tipsy. Then I decided to play my hand, and opened some Fire Water (101 proof), and gave her two shots immediately together. She hit the first one, then balked before slamming the second, but wouldn't touch a third. No matter, I thought, at this point you don't even know where you are! Now I got daring. I went to my bedroom and got my brand new handcuffs, and put the key in my pocket. When I went back to where she was, she was on the ground, slumped near a candle. "Are you okay? Wake up, babe!" She stirred, lazily. "Oh, yeah, uhmm, I'm okay." Her words were distinctly slurred. I placed the handcuffs on her wrists, locking them in place. She gazed dreamily at me. "What are you doing?" "Oh, nothing. I just thought we might have a little fun." "Cool." She was so out of it, I thought, it might not be as much fun as I hoped. I tried to get her to stand, which was a mistake on my part, as she very nearly fell on a table of candles. I all but carried her into a back bedroom and laid her on the bottom bunk of a set of bunk beds, and handcuffed her wrists to the posts. She looked at me again, still dazed. "Now what are you doing?" "Same thing. I'll be right back." I went back to the front, blew out all the candles, and poured two glasses of wine. When I got back to the bedroom with the wine, she had at least wised up to the situation. "What are you up to?" "Nothing that you won't enjoy. Now then. I want to ask you something. We never had the chance when we were dating, and you are too much of a friend to just completely take advantage of, so I'm asking. Will you have sex with me?" "Sure," she sighed. I kissed her deeply, and began to pull her top off, carefully avoiding the choker that was turning me on so badly. I pulled the top up to her elbows, realizing that it would go no further. As I removed her bra, I kissed and licked her nipples, which were jutting up in the air, like my cock wanted to do. Slowly, I unlocked one of her wrists, pulling the clothing around her hand, and then replacing the cuff onto the post. She never even noticed. I kept up my kissing and licking, then slowly worked my way down, removing her skirt just before my mouth reached it. I licked and nibbled her clit, and she began to moan, a sound I had so wanted to hear since we had met. No quiet moaner, she, this was a passionate, forceful moan, almost as if she were singing low. Of course, this turned me on even more, and after moving everything out of the way, I climbed on top of her. Slowly I slid my pants down to my knees, rubbing against her as I did so. I slid my underwear down as well, rubbing flesh against flesh, and she moaned again, even louder. She began to lean her head back, and her choker pressed into her neck, causing my already raging erection to scream even louder for more. I slid into her, and she gasped as I did. I thrust into her forcefully, causing her to wail even higher (this girl was obviously a singer!), and I began a rhythm, with her singing a new and stronger pitch on every thrust. That feeling began to build within me, so I slowed, then pulled out and looked at her. "What's wrong?" She said. "Nothing." I paused momentarily. She said nothing, but smiled. I looked at her. "I have something I want to try. I think you might enjoy it too. Would you like to try?" "Sure," she replied dreamily again. I stood up, and went to get a belt I kept for the occasion. I also got a scarf. I returned with my toys. "What's all that for?" "You'll find out," I replied. Patiently, I took the scarf and blindfolded her. She laughed. "That tickles!" I continued until her eyes were incapable of finding any light. Then I got really daring. I slowly slid the belt around the back of her neck, and looped it once around her throat. She nearly yelped. "What's that for?" Calmly, I said, "Don't worry, it'll be okay. I promise I won't hurt you." She quivered, but said, "Okay." I climbed back on top of her. Slowly I slid my still- raging erection into her. She moaned again, but this time the fear was evident in her voice. She didn't know what to expect. We built back up to a rhythm, and she began to "sing" again. She also leaned her head back, which strained the belt against her neck, almost daring me to do it. I grabbed the ends of the belt, and slowly pulled the slack out. She lowered her head, gasped, and froze. I kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth, and she relaxed. I waited a moment, then began to tighten the belt, all the while kissing and thrusting into her. Her moans continued through the kiss, until the belt began to tighten. She gurgled, then broke the kiss and leaned her head back. She whispered breathlessly, "Do it." I began fucking her hard now, and pulled the belt even tighter. Her moans now became hoarse gasps and wheezes, but she leaned her head back even farther. I pulled more. She wheezed. "Oh yes! Harder!" I pulled. I could see the red building up on her neck, her arms thrashing in their restraints, but her legs grabbed my waist, and she almost sat up. "Do it! Yes! Oh, so hard!" I pulled hard, the belt now tightened almost to breaking. Her breath came in short bursts, gasps, and cracks. But she kept pumping against me! I continued to pull, and her eyes opened slightly, being puffed up. She took one last gasp, and went limp. Just then, she came hard, on me, the bed, everywhere, the most forceful come I had ever witnessed. Then, it was my turn, and I pulled out, spraying her stomach with my come, an orgasm equally as intense as hers. I grunted as I finished, then quickly removed the belt from her neck. I kissed her, blowing some air into her as I did. She coughed, then slowly roused. Her wrists, ankles, and neck were all bruised, and we were both covered in sticky come. She took a few deep breaths, coughing and sputtering, then said, "So, is that what you wanted to try?" We both began to laugh. I said, "Well, yes, unless you have something else in mind." She didn't stop laughing, but looked at me. Then she said, "Gee, I didn't even get a chance to go down on you!" To this she began roaring in laughter, and I, flabbergasted, joined her. I gave her a glass of wine, which she downed quickly, then gave her my glass as well. She sipped this more slowly. (To make a long story short, she rested, then proceeded to give me the best blow job I had had in ages, since our mutual friend and I had been together. Oh, and she demanded that I use the belt while she blew me. I came twice in her mouth. She and I have maintained contact, as she is in the Air Force now, and she has almost no recollection of that night. I keep hinting that we should attempt a repeat performance sometime, but she doesn't think her fiancé would approve. Oh well.) END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 79