[F/F, M/F, M/F/F, bondage, sex toys]
When Anna's friend Todd talks her into going to the Crystal Palace, a place known for it's erotic pleasures, she isn't sure what to expect. She's never had an orgasm before, much less had sex with a stranger. It's a night of many firsts for Anna, and she's going to have the time of her life.
*NOTE:This story was previously published under the title All Tied Up.
“Hello,” I called out.
I could hear soft footsteps across the carpeted floor; felt the bed tilt as someone kneeled beside my body. Something soft trailed over my nipples, causing them to immediately pebble. I sucked in a breath, turned on instantly. Maybe I should have tried this sooner, I thought.
The soft object trailed between my breasts and up to my face. As it drifted over my lips, I knew what it was – a rose. My lips parted, my breasts seemed to thrust upward of their own accord, wanting to be touched again, a want that wasn’t going to be met, not at that moment.
As the soft petals skimmed over my stomach, I fought the urge to squirm. I could feel a need blossoming inside of me, building at the pleasure both given and implied. As the rose dipped between my legs, I felt two fingers pull the lips of my pussy apart. The rose lightly skimmed my clitoris, drawing a strangled gasp from me.
I still didn’t know who was in the room with me, my blindfold was still in place and the stranger had yet to speak. I should have been mortified, but instead I just found myself wanting more. I lifted my hips, a silent plea for more. I didn’t know what the stranger had in mind, but so far I was more turned on than I’d ever been before. My previous boyfriends hadn’t pleasured me even this much. With pleasure coursing through my veins, I anticipated that I just might have my first orgasm.
The flower gently smacked my clit and I groaned in pleasure. It smacked me again and again, the velvet petals lightly stroking my clit each time before being lifted for another soft blow. I could feel moisture starting to trickle from my pussy. Just as I was about to come, the erotic onslaught on my body stopped. “Please, don’t stop,” I heard myself begging in a breathy voice.
I felt soft lips close over the tip of one breast, teeth gently grazed my nipple. I struggled against my bonds wanting to pull them closer, wanting to touch them as they had touched me. As I arched toward the mouth suckling my breast, they abruptly pulled away from me.
Fingers softly trailed my skin from my shoulder, across my breast, down my stomach to my thigh. The weight on the bed shifted and I felt someone settle between my parted thighs. The lips of my pussy were parted again and I felt someone’s breath blow across my aching clit. I keened and lifted my hips, wanting more.
I could feel their breath draw closer, nearly touching my quivering pussy. My legs fell further apart, hoping they would take it for the invitation that it was. Again the rose gently touched my clit as it was twirled over it, ever so softly.