She was wearing a seductive black dress and sipping a whiskey sour. I saw her as I got up to leave, but instead of leaving, I walked up to her. She crossed her legs, and the slit that went up to her navel revealed her naked hip. “No one should drink a whiskey sour alone”, I said, my usual pick up lin! e.

“Yes”, she said in a commanding and mesmerizing tone. I sat down and asked her the usual questions. Her gaze was doing things to me and when she grabbed my thigh, I was so turned on. Surprised, but turned on.

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She continued with the conversation like nothing had happened. My dick was already hard and I could feel her hand gradually travelling up my thigh. She took the maraschino cherry out and sucked it. While I was busy being transfixed by her stare, she grabbed my cock in her hand and rubbed me up and down.

We hailed a cab and made our way to her place. I was fingering her sweet pussy and enjoying the wetness while she was stroking my very hard dick all the way to her place. She consumed my kisses with a hunger I hadn’t experienced in a while.

We got to her place and she started ripping my clothes off. “Close your eyes” she said, and she wrapped a blindfold around them. When she handcuffed me to the bed stand, I could not object.

She asked me if I trusted her, and if I wanted her. The answer to the second question was definitely yes, so I went along. I felt a slight thrill at the prospect of what was to come next.

My hardness instantly dissipated once she placed a frigid washcloth on my dick. Once I went flaccid, she put on a metal cock ring around it. I was beginning to feel uneasy when she stroked my face with her wet fingers. Her cum was all over my face and I could taste it.

I instantly went hard again but this time, the metal ring stopped my swelling. I couldn’t stop though, and the pain was driving me crazy. All of a sudden she gets on top of me and impales herself on my dick. Never before had I experienced such pain and such pleasure at the same time.

The intense pleasure I was feeling, and her screams only made me want to cum. There was something blocking my orgasm – the cock rings. I could tell that at least she was having an orgasm because of the way that she was moaning and screaming. I wish I could see that.

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