Hi everyone, this is my first story about how I imagine losing my virginity. I am originally from Chandigarh, India, but currently, I am in the United States pursuing my education. During holidays, I often visit my hometown as it is a special place for me. I have a fantasy of older women and BDSM. I really like to get dominated by older women and to dominate women who are of my age or younger. I would be sharing some of my experiences on this platform.
So, this is a fiction that I would really like to try out in the future. If anyone is interested in talking and taking things further, they can email me at the ID mentioned below.
A day when all of your fantasies come true, whether they are worthy or not; a day when the sun does not rise, and everything is black, and you wake up to find your hands bound to the bed, which turned me on.
For a time, I didn’t scream because I wasn’t sure if it was a kidnapping, but in a few seconds, I realized that I was bound naked on a table with a leather mattress on top of it, and maybe I was going to have sex with someone. I didn’t know how to react. It was a four-way constraint across my back. My legs were already quivering from the cold and fear. Moments passed, and there was no hustle. I could feel the sweat pouring off me. Tears welled up from the terror of being kidnapped.
I kept asking myself, “What if… What if…”
Sounds started coming from the corridors, as if it was someone’s footsteps. I couldn’t think of it. It got so close that I could feel a group of women approaching. Her nails moved from my feet to my dick as if an ant was moving. The only sound in the entire house was a fan, which was suddenly turned off.
I asked her, “Who are you?” and there was no reply. She was only teasing me. My hands were tied, and I was blindfolded with a silk scarf, so I was feeling helpless.
She took advantage of me slowly and deliciously, lathering me with her nails on my whole body. She brought her one hand and kept it firmly on my mouth, keeping me shut. It was turning me on, but it got me thinking about who she was, why she wanted me, whether it was a scandal or if she was one of my known acquaintances, my sexy friend, my girlfriend, a MILF, or someone I didn’t know. She then started kissing me near my neck and moving all the way near my dick. She grabbed my dick, which is approximately 6 inches, and started kissing it. The way she was teasing me, it was clear that she had experience. She then got off the table and started removing her clothes.
She brought her tits near my mouth and, without saying anything, instructed me to suck them. She was keeping her identity a secret by not speaking, and when I was sucking her boobs, I could easily hear her moans, but I was not able to recognize her. While sucking her boobs, she brought a cloth and placed it on my nose, and at that moment, I realized it was her panties. The panties were all wet, and the fragrance was so good. After 2 minutes of me sucking her boobs, she kissed me on the lips, and as my mouth was opened, she stuffed me with her panties and brought a scarf and tied it. I was fucking aroused and going crazy, wondering how she knew about all my fantasies.
Is she a spy?
For a few moments, there was silence throughout the terrified bungalow. Maybe there was a fireplace nearby, and she lit it up, as it brought heat to the entire area. I was wearing nothing, and my dick was erect as fuck. Slowly, sweat was streaming down my face in rivulets.
A single finger delicately stroked my abs, then my lower parts. I could feel her face getting closer, and her breath was blowing across my tummy. She suddenly started sucking my nipples, which was intense. I began screaming through the gag panties.
I was dying with suspense from the hollow feeling of not knowing who she was.
She kissed my cheek slowly. The warmth of her face and lips was a little strange. I felt myself shivering with concealed passion, changing my anxiety into want. My blindness and constraints gave her complete control over my body, allowing her to engage in sexual conquest. She might use me up, and I had no means of stopping her.
Her tongue slipped into my chest. Her breathing surged, and there was an unfamiliar cologne.
Then something occurred. It was modest at first but became more severe as time progressed. My anxieties were overshadowed by the pleasure she gave me. I felt sexually aroused, and my nervousness was replaced with erotic ideas. I was losing more control than usual. She lowered her tongue, exploring and tormenting me. Sweat was pouring out. Saliva was streaming out of my lips, wetting my side cheeks, and sweat was reaching my ears. I was moaning and growling, and I found myself demanding. I was pushing my patience and sensuality to my full limits.
In my whole life, I had never felt more powerless and sexually thrilled.
She positioned herself between my knees, her face against my sopping cock, thanks to the slack in the ankle bindings. She placed her tongue to the outside of the shaft, spinning and sucking. The blowjob was very aggressive and stronger, and within seconds, I had a feeling that I was going to cum. I was breathing rapidly, and my entire body was vibrating with intense pre-orgasm tension. Up and up I climbed, my eyes open under my blindfold, revealing only the seductive blackness of this bliss. Her tongue worked me harder and faster, pushing me to the verge of the great orgasmic world, and my moans were so loud that I was able to hear them.
Then, as her grip on me tightened, she pulled my dick deep into her mouth, choking herself. Her hesitancy came to an end, and she ground her mouth into me for one more blast… I felt like I was on the verge of a giant semen explosion.
I lay gasping for air. She kissed me softly, her tongue gliding lightly over my most sensitive folds.
“She was fumbling with something, perhaps foil? Paper? Lubricant? Oh, a condom. That was it. I could smell the rubbery odor as she administered it to me.
“Oh, God, what was this going to feel like?”
She sat on me, and I felt her move over me, her belly touching mine. She elevated my legs again, this time tugging the ankle ties firmly. She moved closer to my dick, pushing the tip into her pussy. I gasped, both from the sensation and the realization that this was actually happening.
“Can you please tell me who you are…?”
She merely grunted and entered easily. I was fucking calm because it was too quick, and she pushed all the way in before halting to allow me to adjust to her. She was no bigger than any of the pornstars I’d seen, but as I entered her, her body rested comfortably on top of mine.
This was the closest she had ever been, and the best chance I had of figuring out who she was. But, once again, the pleasure of her exploiting my worries overpowered my ability to think clearly. Once again, the eroticism and physical stimulation prompted me to concentrate on one thing: the lovely sensation of having her on me, her weight on me. She’d stop thrusting, and I could feel her swelling and throbbing, then she slowly started moving her ass in the forward and backward direction. Maybe she wanted to make herself orgasm.
Her tempo grew, and we achieved a consistent, unified rhythm that drew us together as one body, soul, and essence. I heard her gasp. While fucking her, she was moaning, and it was so good to hear that. After 7-8 minutes of fucking, I came, and I moaned so loud, and the feeling of being inside her was so amazing. While fucking her, she was moaning, and it was so good to hear that.
She laid on me, her sweat mingling with mine, her breath blowing against my fluffy chest.
She slowly recovered, taking herself off carefully and lovingly. She kissed my lips lightly. I could smell my own fragrance on her lips. She climbed out of bed, and I heard her get dressed. She strolled into the halls after cleaning herself off in the restroom. The footsteps were gradually slowing down.
Hope you all liked the story. I will be publishing a few of my stories in the upcoming days. Please share your feedback at [email protected]