Handcuffs

A few years ago, I went up to San Francisco to visit 
some friends of mine. The night I got up there, she 
wanted to take me out to a club. I said alright, got 
dressed up in one of my favorite outfits: a leather 
jacket, and a leather 12" mini, with black 4" pumps.

Underneath, I was wearing a black lace half-bra that 
pushed my tits up and together and which allowed my 
nipples to stick out over the edge of the bra, a black 
lace french-cut thong panty, black lace garter belt, 
and sheer black stockings with lace top. As you can 
probably see, I do love lace.

Anyway, we went out to the club, drank quite a bit, and 
danced just as much. One guy I danced with said that he 
had something he wanted to show me, but it was out in 
his truck in the parking garage. We left the club and 
went into the parking garage out to his truck, all the 
while I was swaying from all the drinks I had, but I 
knew what I was doing.

When we got out to his pickup, he opened the door and 
took something out, hiding it behind his back, tucking 
it away in his back pocket. Taking me by the hand, he 
led me towards the back of the pickup (he parked back 
end first), lifted me up and sat me down on the edge of 
the truck (he didn't have a gate on the back of the 
truck). He then got up onto the back, lifted me onto my 
feet and began kissing me.

I was backed against the truck cab when I asked him 
what he was going to show me. He then took out a pair 
of handcuffs and dangled it in front of my face. I 
smiled and asked him what he intended to do with it. He 
cuffed my left hand and began kissing me deeply again. 
He lifted my arms over my head and cuffed my other arm, 
stretching my body, and securing both my hands over my 
head to an overhead pipe!

If not for those high heels, I would probably be on my 
very tip toes! He then proceeded to unbuckle my jacket, 
still kissing me, moving down my neck, until he reached 
that area between my breasts and then traced circles 
with his tongue. He reached around behind me, and I 
could tell he was fiddling with the snap and zipper of 
my skirt.

I asked what he thought he was doing, all the while 
feeling a bit nervous that someone would catch us, and 
at the same time, feeling very much aroused. My nipples 
were hard, and with them sticking out just over the 
edge of my bra, right up against the lace tops didn't 
help in relieving some of that "sexual tension" which 
began to multiply.

My skirt fell to my feet, and I kicked them out of the 
way, as he began to kiss all around the tops of my 
tits, avoiding my nipples. I was squirming, trying to 
get his mouth on my nipples. I knew I was moaning with 
anticipation and I tried to quiet down a bit, but it 
was at that time he took a nipple into his mouth, 
sucking hard.

I swear I could almost feel each taste bud of his 
tongue run across my sensitive nipple! His other hand 
was pinching my other nipple. I was trying to rub my 
cunt up against him, trying to get him to pay attention 
to my neglected pussy. And as if to answer my prayers, 
he began kissing down my stomach to my pantied snatch. 
His hands glided down the sides of my body and then 
down my stockinged legs, taking along in their path, my 
panties down to my feet.

As my cunt was bared for him to see, he licked his lips 
as he first set his gaze upon my bald beaver glistening 
from my own juices. His tongue again went to work, 
licking all around my cunt-lips, inner thighs, and 
stomach, always making sure to avoid my clit and inner 
pussy lips. He was driving me wild.

At that moment, a car drove out of the garage, it's 
lights just illuminating my form for an instant. I 
froze in place, my pussy dripping with desire. There I 
was standing handcuffed to an overhead pipe, my jacket 
wide open with my tits draped in only a half-bra, 
nipples hard and poking out over their tops, a garter 
belt decorating my midsection, and sheer black lace-top 
stockings accentuating my legs, while 4" high heels 
kept me from hanging from those pipes.

I then felt his tongue dart quickly inside my cunt, 
jumping me from my stiff posture. I closed my eyes, as 
he knelt in front of me, taking one of my legs over his 
shoulder, he began to eat me. My mind reeled. I licked 
my lips, eyes still closed. Moans escaped my mouth. I 
rocked into his face, trying to get him to go as deep 
as he could with his tongue. My nipples and clit ached 
with ecstasy.

"Fuck me," I whispered urgently.

Still he kept at my cunt, lapping up all the juices 
that fell to his tongue. I took my other leg and 
wrapped his head between my thighs. His tongue danced 
inside me, on my clit, then to my asshole, and back to 
my cunt.

"Fuck me," I whispered again.

His hands clutched at my ass, squeezing me, kneading my 
firm round ass. Still he kept eating my pussy. He 
seemed very much to enjoy it, but what I wanted was for 
him to fuck my cunt. His tongue went into my asshole, 
sliding in and out, in and out. Then into my pussy in 
and out, sucking on my clit.

"Fuck me, goddamnit!" I yelled. "Please fuck me now!" I 
pleaded to him.

He was surprised at the tone and urgency of my yell. I 
actually yelled at him to fuck me! He stood up, stepped 
out of his shoes, unzipped his pants, and stepped out 
of them. He wasn't wearing any underwear! There he 
stood, at least 8" in length, already hard and pointing 
right at me.

I licked my lips in anticipation as he positioned 
himself in front of me, lifting me up and allowing my 
legs to lock around his waist. He bounced me up and 
down on the head of his cock, as I tried to force 
myself down onto his entire length. He kept me only 
taking his head. My moans and groans were definitely 
very audible now, but I didn't care. I just wanted to 
feel him slam me with all his cock.

He began to bounce me faster and faster, then with a 
surprise, he let me slide all the way to the base of 
his cock. I screamed with delight, and he had to even 
cover my mouth with one of his hands to get me to be 
quiet. After I had quieted down, he began to bounce me 
up and down the length of his pole. He allowed me to 
slam onto his great pecker.

My moans still came loud, as I even aided him by 
lifting myself up and down, holding onto the pipe. His 
hands groped at my tits, pinching my nipples. Harder 
and harder I would let myself fall on his huge prick. 
My pussy walls began to ripple, and squeeze his tool, 
and my moans and screams were again echoing through the 
parking garage.

His cock twitched with the first shots of cum hitting 
hard against the back of my pussy as I, too, began to 
cum. Another shot hit me, and more did I cum. I felt 
him begin to soften within me, my pussy still twitching 
and cumming.

Finally I relaxed, his legs buckled and he fell to his 
knees before me. My own legs weak, I stood unsteadily, 
only keeping my balance with the aid of my handcuffed 
hands. After about a minute, he removed the handcuffs, 
and I just sat on the bed of his pickup, gathering my 
strength.

I still wanted more, but I knew I had cum harder than I 
ever did in my life. That was the very first (but not 
the last!) time I was handcuffed.

END