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A watery ring on the wooden bar reflected the televised false-day brightness of the night's football game. My bartender wiped the bar dry and put another salt-free marguerita on the same spot. "The Bears will never pull this one out," he opined. 

 

One more Monday-night football game, I thought. One more Monday night full of guacamole and chips, lousy margaritas and a sour stomach. When a strong, clear voice right beside me said, "Buy me a drink?" I looked away from the television into warm brown eyes framed by black, black hair and felt suddenly caught. "You know. Drink? Liquid? Goes in a glass usually? My name's Alix. A light beer would be great." Her hair was pulled tightly back from her face. She slid her stool closer to the bar as I ordered. 

 

"You look like a nice guy," she said as she took a sip of beer. "Nice tie, nice white shirt. I haven't met any nice guys lately. Thanks for the drink." She smiled, and her even white teeth glistened between red lips. "I need to ask another favor. Can you give me a ride home? My car's in the shop, and it's a long cab ride back to the shore." 

 

Monday night seemed to be improving. Waves were gently breaking on the sand as I followed her up the stairs of the beachfront house. Her black patent-leather high heels clicked on the tile steps while the aroma of her perfume mixed with the tang of the salt air. Through the glass door I saw a fire burning in a grate. As she slid the door closed behind me, Alix asked, "What'll it be, Mike? My turn to buy you a drink." "Scotch over," I said. Cream-white shag carpet surrounded the blue-black leather couch before the hearth. 

 

"Take off your coat. Sit down. Single-malt scotch okay?" she called from the kitchen. I guess I was in a kind of dazed euphoria watching her walking toward me, drinks in hand, her slender bare legs bathed in the glow of the fire. 

 

"Cheers," Alix said. Her leather skirt rose to mid-thigh as she sat down next to me on the couch. The lush softness of her body was captivating. We touched glasses and I felt the warm glow of the scotch in my throat. "Kiss me, Mike," she said, and I felt the soft, moist caress of her lips. I guess it really began with the hood. 

 

When she picked it up off the coffee table and sat there in the firelight, massaging it, I didn't even make the connection with bondage. She put it to my nose, and I went for it as though it were pussy--I was putty in her hands. I don't think I even lifted a hand to touch it; I just sat there and let her massage my neck and tongue and ears and slide the thing onto my face and lace it up the back. I was all tongue from that moment on. I laved that baby on everything she put near my leather face, and when she stood up, I followed her. 

 

And in no time I was tied spread-eagle on the black satin sheets of her king-sized bed. And chromed chains were stretching my shackled limbs to the corners of the bed frame. "Ready for night school, baby?" Alix asked me, squeezing my already hard cock. "I want you to be a good little student, Mike," I heard her say through the haze of sensations. She squeezed one of my nipples hard and stopped. Then I felt her mouth engulf me until the hardness of my erection screamed for release. 

 

But she stopped suddenly. "Not yet, Mike. It's gotta be fun for everybody. That's the way my school works," she said, and she shifted her weight to straddle my face. The moist nutty flavor of her engulfed me as my tongue probed deep into her sex. She was gently pumping the base of my cock while tonguing the very tip, and I was really trying to satisfy her, and we were rocking back and forth together, mouths and tongues in and on and around each other's sex, playing, biting, caressing to the sound of waves crashing on the beach. 

 

It seemed to go on forever, until my tongue and jaw were aching, but still she pushed her pussy harder onto my face, aiming her clitoris. "Come on, baby. That's it. Just a little more," Alix said as the freight train that was my building orgasm seemed to increase in speed. 

 

"Move that tongue, slave," she snapped, squeezing my balls harder and making a tight, stationary ring around the base of my cock. Her lips closed lightly over my penis as she nibbled the very tip of my hard-on. Struggling in her shackles only seemed to intensify the sensation in my groin. I pushed my tongue out as far as I could and moved it in tight circles around the tiny bump of her clit, holding my straining neck and jaw to her sex until I heard her begin to moan. "Oh, Mike. Yeah, yeah, that's so good. Just right there." I could feel the smooth movement of her hips become erratic, and she stopped moving entirely and mashed herself down on me. "Yeah, yeah, baby, that's it." 

 

I could practically feel the small electric charges shoot between us as I pushed against her clit and she circled the ridge of my dick with just her lips, then to her tongue, then her teeth. My cock seemed to pulse in her mouth in time to the spasms in her excited pussy. 

 

I pressed my tongue harder against her as her grip on my cock tightened. Suddenly she pushed my face back hard into the bed. With my tongue rammed up against her, I could feel the contractions in her vagina as she came. A low growl started in her throat as the contractions continued, while her lips greedily surrounded my cock and her hand pumped the lower part of my shaft. Now it felt as though Alix was taking her turn. With my head still pressed to the bed by her hips and my tongue still up her cunt, I could feel the rising molten heat in my cock as her hand moved faster. She sucked a little harder. 

 

A scream began to rise in the back of my throat, building slowly from a groan to a keening cry into her sex and the leather hood covering my face as she held my pulsating rod to her lips, sucking out every drop of come, as I strained against the chrome and steel and flesh of my delicious prison. 

 

Afterward, Alix lay on me for a few minutes, lightly nibbling my cock, while the tension in my body jerkily subsided and my breathing returned to normal. Her warm wetness and her pungent aroma permeated my nostrils and covered my leather-bound head. She got up off me and patted my flaccid penis. "There, there. That's a nice boy. That's a good boy. Just the way I wanted it," she chuckled. 

 

I started to speak. "Don't you think we could..." But before I could complete the sentence, I felt the hard mass of a penis gag thrust between my lips. "Don't you think we could what? Trying to talk back to the teacher, lover boy?" Alix squeezed my cock to make her point, and despite the intensity of my just-concluded orgasm, I could feel the first faint waves of renewed desire. She surveyed my sweaty body chained to her bed. "School has just begun, honey. You did fine for your first try, but I've lots more lessons for you." 

 

The leather encasing my head and the rubber prong in my mouth were every bit as restraining as the leather cuffs holding me to the bed, but the subsiding glow in my groin left a lassitude that pervaded my body and my mind. I felt the warmth of a soft washcloth cleaning my cock and balls and the ocean breeze from the open window drying the sweat on my chest and thighs. I couldn't believe I had begun to grin to myself around the lump of rubber between my teeth, but it was because I had suddenly thought how popular Monday-night football might become if every game were followed by this sort of post-game wrap-up. 

 

Alix released my legs then, talking to me in her enticingly breathy voice. "Pay attention, lover. This session of night school is not even close to finished, and there are many more things I want to teach you." Lying helpless and unable to speak, I was anxious to see just what this magnificent woman had planned. 

 

My newest friend took two lengths of rope and tied one of them around each of my legs at the knees. I couldn't see how this would afford her any more control than the ankle method, but was in no position to ask. My curiosity was satisfied when Alix pulled the rope attached to my left leg up to the headboard and tied it to the same post with my left hand. Repeating the procedure with the other leg, I was tied with my legs held back and spread open wide. 

 

"Okay, Mike," she said. "Time for a good, old fashioned fuck. I've always liked the traditional missionary position best, haven't you?" I could see nothing through the leather of the hood, but was beginning to get an idea of what she had planned. 

 

"Lover boy, I am strapping on the harness for my cock now. I am going to make love to you, Mike. Since you've been such a good student, I'm going to use the smallest dildo I have. It's only eight inches..." 

 

At that point, I couldn't hear her because I was trying to talk around the pecker gag in my mouth. Eight inches! Just thinking about it made my ass clench up in anticipation of pain. But it was no use, I reminded myself. Sure enough, her finger was soon probing at my rectum; pushing some kind of lubricant inside me. A second finger soon joined the first as the lubricant warmed to my body temperature. 

 

The fingers were removed slowly, only to be replaced by the feel of what had to be the head of her dildo resting at my back door. I knew instinctively that struggle would only increase my discomfort and resolved to relax the necessary muscles as much as possible. The light weight of the rubber dong became an insistent pressure, a pressing force working slowly past the reluctant sphincter of my hole. 

 

And, with a last insistent shove, the head of the thing was in me. And there was no pain! Only an indescribable feeling of fullness; a mounting pressure as she pushed more and more of her "manhood" into my ass. Until, after what seemed like ages, she was hilted in me and I could feel the cool of her thighs against my upturned buttocks. 

 

I could feel myself getting hard once more. It was incredible, but this strange woman was exciting the hell out of me by fucking me in the ass! My grunts continued, but changed gradually from those of discomfort and fear to those of pleasure and desire. I wanted Alix to continue. 

 

"Good, Mike. You have taken all of it. I like the look on your face when my cock pushes in and out of your asshole..." She continued to talk this way while she pounded me, faster and faster until her abdomen was slapping against my jiggling balls at the end of each inward stroke. I was getting close to the point where I would cum, and there was nothing I could or would do about the situation. 

 

And finally the moment came. I went over the edge, grunting and gasping air as I reached the second orgasm of the evening just from being fucked. And then something else became known that she hadn't told me; because of my curled up position, the jism spewing forth from my own dick showered me on the face; humiliating me with the warm wetness of sperm on my cheeks. 

 

It was a long time before Alix released me that night. I spent most of the night tied in some position or another. I think I'm in love!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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