The Lock

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

As I stood in front of my bathroom’s full-length mirror, I could see a faint reddish band around each wrist. I chuckled a little and hoped that no one would notice. Actually, it didn’t matter. Those marks were my scarlet letter, my red badge of courage. I thought about it for a minute and realized that some black and blue stripes across my ass would be far better, but for now red wrist marks from the cuffs would have to do.

I couldn’t help but admire my well-chiseled body. My broad shoulders and narrow waist always focused the girls’ attention to my rippling six-pack abs and long c**k. Getting laid was going to be very easy tonight. Actually, I’d be getting to the party just about the right time. With the amount of beer that flowed there tonight, the girls would be real horny. I’d look them all over, mentally rape a few and then meet up with Annie.

I pulled on a pair of dark green and blue boxers. Actually, the Scottish tartan plaid was similar to that of my ancestors. I pulled them up a little high and slipped into a pair of slightly baggy jeans. I’d let them ride down low on my hips, allowing my underwear to show just a little. The girls seem to like that look.

A snug fitting, blue and white striped shirt from American Eagle Outfitters rounded out my outfit. I liked the eagle that was stitched across the upper back. It reminded me of freedom and power as the majestic bird was coming down with its talons extended seeking its prey. Besides, the horizontal stripes and slightly worn look really looked good on me. I felt hot as I headed down the stairs and into the street.

Less than a block away was all the action a guy could ever want. There’d probably be four dozen beautiful women there – all pretty well loaded and ready for a night of lusty fun.

I grabbed a glass of beer as soon as I got inside and started to mingle.

“Hey babe, where you been?”

As I turned around there was Annie. She was one hot looking b***h. I guess it really didn’t matter what she wore. A body like that would look good in a burlap bag, but those low hip hugging, extra-tight jeans really were spectacular. That and a couple of low cut tight tank tops layered together certainly were exciting me, and I hadn’t even finished my first beer.

“So, where’ve you been?” she asked again.

“Oh, I was a little tied up.”

I felt a little stupid saying that, but I was looking for a response. Actually, I was hoping she might take the hint, but that would be wishful thinking.

She let it pass as she ran her hand under my shirt and across my belly. “I missed you.”

“With all these other guys, you missed me?”

“Of course dummy. Come on, let’s get another drink,” she said.

We headed over to the make shift bar and downed a couple of shots of tequila apiece before grabbing another beer.

“Where is everybody?” I asked.

“Well, it is after midnight. A lot of the girls already hooked up, and some have gone home. I was beginning to think you weren’t even going to show. Where were you anyway?”

“Oh, I got into a movie on TV and just couldn’t get away. I sort of lost track of the time,” I responded as she hung her arms around my neck and ground her body into mine.

“I can see what’s more important. I send you off this afternoon with something to keep your interest and then you let me spend most of the night alone. God, you’re so inconsiderate sometimes.”

“Had some studying to do when I got home and a few other things.”

“Yea, you were studying all right – a little piece of red satin with some beads down the back.”

Thoughts immediately raced through my mind. Did she show up and watch me start to jerk off? Was she making the noise that I heard? After all she does have a key to my house. Annie probably knew what I was doing.

I just ignored the comment and started to nibble on her neck. I slid my hands down into the waistband of her jeans, grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her in tight. She could feel the ever-growing bulge in my pants.

“What makes you think I want that?”

“Don’t you?” I asked.

“Yea, but don’t be in such a rush. You just got here. Let’s have another drink.”

“Okay, just one more. Then we’ll go back to my place.”

Arm in arm, we slowly made our way back up the street to my house. Annie was somewhat under the influence of all the alcohol she had consumed, and she was horny as hell.

As soon as we got into my bedroom, she started right for the zipper of my pants. Sure, I would have loved a blowjob right then, but that’s not the way it was going to happen. My arms encircled her slim waist and our lips met. For several minutes, I just held her tight and let my tongue tangle with hers. I pulled her yellow and pink tank tops over her head, leaving her deep rose-colored bra fully exposed.

For such a slender girl she had such beautiful full breasts. I nibbled on her neck and released the two tiny hooks on her back. Ever so slowly, I exposed her pert, firm t**s and lay her back onto my bed.

I got down on my knees at the edge of the bed ready to start the action.

“I like a guy kneeling at my feet,” she whispered with a little giggle as she lay there and let me do my thing.

Both my hands gently massaged those magnificent globes and her hard up-thrust n*****s. I was in no hurry. There was the rest of the night to worship her hot, over-sexed body. I would satisfy her like no other guy on campus. It wasn’t going to be just a quick f**k like most guys my age would do. Tonight she was my Mistress. The pleasure would be all hers. Pleasing her was all that mattered.

I pulled off my shirt and then released the snap on her jeans. My lips left little nibbles down her belly as the extra short zipper exposed her matching rose-colored panties. Before pulling off those tight blue denims, my hands slid back up to her breasts and I kissed her belly and tongued her belly-button ring.

For several long minutes, I lingered there before settling back and sliding each of her beautiful legs from those long tapered tunnels.

All this time my c**k was fighting and thrashing. I had earlier pushed it down between my legs and now it wanted to escape. It wanted to come to attention, ready for what lay ahead, but the stiff fabric of my own blue jeans held it fast. That’s the way I wanted it. Until I had satisfied her completely, she would be my only pleasure. My needs were so unimportant tonight.

I kissed the silky fabric that covered her little p***y and continued rubbing her breasts. Annie moaned slightly as my nose pushed against her hidden lips. I slipped those petite, little panties down her legs. For the next hour and a half her legs were draped over my shoulders and my tongue worshipped her hot box.

My knees were killing me from kneeling on the floor near the edge of the bed again, but I didn’t care. My c**k was still caged between my legs, partially swollen with my hot, s*x-charged blood, struggling for escape, but it didn’t matter. It was her time for pleasure. I had mine earlier.

My tongue ran the length of her dripping slit. I nibbled on her swollen clit until she squealed with delight. When I tongue-f****d her tunnel, my nose rubbed the hard, little nub, driving her ever closer to a violent but fantastic release. Her legs nearly crushed my head as she shook and moaned and drenched my lips repeatedly.

I grabbed that tiny nerve bud between my teeth and let my tongue whip that most sensitive spot. Her little clit craved more as my tongue worked it to a frenzy. Again I moved downward and rimmed her f**k hole. My fingers rubbed her ass bud and the nerve endings in that never land between her p***y and her tight ass. Over and over again, I worship her. She liked it and wanted more, so I didn’t stop.

Time passed and my oral attack continued. Her fountain erupted repeatedly, drenching my thirsty lips with her hot juice. I savored every drop as her body shook with excitement and soft moans.

“No more, honey. I’ve had enough,” she finally whispered with gasping breath as she pushed me away. “Just come to bed with me.”

I got up and slid her under the covers, before slipping out of my jeans. With a slight adjustment, my pecker sprang to a full blown, ready to f**k erection. I had satisfied her, now it was my turn.

Annie had rolled over putting her back towards me as I got in bed. I lay up tight next to her and draped my arm around her, letting my hand grasp her breast. My c**k was over-charged and pulsating with every heartbeat, but she just lay there breathing in a quiet steady rhythm.

She never moved. She fell asleep and left me with a raging, unsatisfied boner pressed tightly into the small of her back. I lay there somewhat frustrated yet satisfied with my night of bondage and her s****l pleasure.

Finally, I fell asleep. It took me quite a while because I couldn’t get my mind off the events of the night – his brutal whipping, the hours of self-bondage, and the tongue service of my Mistress.

It was late morning when I finally awoke. Her hands softly rubbed on my morning woody. I kept my eyes closed and lay there quietly, never moving as Annie slipped her hand down into my shorts and continued to work along my shaft. She maneuvered around, slid my shorts down enough to take my hard friend into her mouth. She sucked and licked its large knob while bobbing up and down on my root. I could feel it hit the back of her throat before withdrawing to let her tongue slide across the tip once more.

Her hands fondled my c*m-filled balls. She gently squeezed and manipulated them with practiced fingertips. She sucked and nibbled, harder and harder, bringing me ever closer. It wasn’t long before I could feel my balls tighten up ready to blow. It was just mere moments away when she stopped. Just a couple more flicks of her tongue and she would drink my juice.

I wanted to scream and beg when she whispered, “You’ve got to bring me off first.”

Annie swung her leg across my face and settled her hot, lust-charged p***y against my lips. In that wonderful 69 position I started in where I left off the night before. My tongue licked and worked every little spot of her s*x slit. I pushed my nose against her tight little asshole and tongue f****d her as hard as I could, probing deeply into her horny crevasse. I found her throbbing clit and pounded it hard. My lip-covered teeth nibbled and pulled on her trigger while my tongue beat against its tip.

She continued to work my balls and lightly lick my d**k as she shuttered through another of her powerful orgasms. I feasted on the reward of my labor. Her sticky juices quenched my thirst for her lust, which I eagerly licked from her still quivering lips.

She lay motionless on top of me and relaxed for a few more moments before changing positions. Her legs soon straddled my hips as she readied herself to mount my c**k. She rose up high and held my throbbing manhood between her fingers, but when she came down it missed her special spot and slid up along her curly pubes and lower belly.

“Please Annie, let me have you. Let me c*m,” I quietly begged. “I need to blow so badly.”

“You guys are all the same. All you can think about is your own satisfaction. Besides, is that really what you want?” she asked. “I really liked it when you knelt at my feet last night and brought me so many times. I like a guy who knows his place. You do know your place, don’t you?” she questioned.

I lay there and didn’t say a thing.

“Well?” she asked again.

“Yes,” I finally responded.

“Good,” she said. “I like that in the men that I date. So come on, let’s go get a shower.”

“But…”

She put her finger to my lips, silently indicating for me not to speak.