Maria on Her Knees

Maria was my girlfriend at the time. Twenty three, maybe twenty four years old. She was pleasant and easy to get along with. She had light red hair, pale skin, small but adequate breasts and a supple, well-rounded ass which is rare on a redhead. We lived together in my small 2 roomed apartment in Dublin city centre. 

Sex between me and Maria had never been anything special. She was attractive for sure and willing to please but when it came down to the act it was only ever ok (which is really not ok). It was a fairly standard straight forward sex life which I suppose means it was a boring sex life. We’d fuck when we felt like it, climax, roll over and go to sleep. She always needed to digitally stimulate her pussy to reach orgasm. I’d watch her face grimace and contort as she went deeper and deeper down into her sweet spot until she’d reach it, and then there, with my penis buried deep inside her, rocking uncontrollably with her thighs stammering open and shut, she’d cum on my cock. Strange, sweet murmurs escaping her as she climaxed.

She had once or twice hinted to me that bondage appealed to her. I can’t remember exactly how but I was aware that this was a kink of hers. As for other areas she was conservative. Her asshole was completely off bounds; she rarely sucked me off and never swallowed my ejaculate, preferring to spit it out in the toilet bowl. She didn’t like to have fingers inserted inside her and rarely had I tasted the nectar of her pussy, in fact only when we sixty-nined did I eat her out. Occasionally she’d put on some lingerie and dance before me teasing me to attention in a nice little Hindi style belly dance before taking my penis in her mouth and sucking me off. This was on rare occasions however, my birthday for example.

Our evenings were spent mainly just hanging out; we played chess a lot and every so often bet money on a tournament. The introduction of money into the equation would change the game from a listless pastime into something far more exciting.

One evening, over a game of chess, out of the blue I offered her £50 to dance for me. I wasn’t serious at the time and expected to get scolded for my suggestion, but to my surprise she obliged. I was amused she’d do this for cash and at that time had no intention of actually going through with it but I thought; “let’s see how far this goes. . .”

I sat at the corner of my bed and watched her as she put Portishead on the stereo and then went into the bathroom to change. As I sat and waited I became aroused. She hadn’t baulked at all at the suggestion of performing for money. My heart pumped a little harder.

She came out smiling at me and shut the door behind her. She stood before me for a moment, still and let me take her in. She had on a blue see through nightie and matching blue G-string, beneath that just her milk white skin. She started to move to the music, slowly. I watched as she’d twirl around and back toward me and then; just as her body came within touching distance, she’d move away again. She was enjoying herself and she could really tease. She’d run her fingers over her breasts, then down her torso towards her pussy, stooping down on her hunkers opening wide her thighs and slithering back up again. I could see her nipples were standing to attention. Backing toward me; she’d stop and legs spread apart, she slowly bend forward, touch her toes and wave her ass in my face, letting me take in the sight and then she’d raise back up again and move away out of my reach. “Ok” I thought, “enough of this”. I had a surprise for her. I hadn’t formulated it in my head but I felt something stir within me and knew that whatever this urge was, it would carry through by itself. 

I got up and stopped the music. She looked at me a little surprised. “I’ve got a game to play.” “What’s that?” she asked. “The game is this, for the next hour you have to do exactly as I say. Exactly as I say. If you do exactly as I say I’ll give you another £100 on top of the £50 for the dance”. She stared at me unsure of the situation; I’d never propositioned her like that before. “£150 . . . ok baby, for sure. . .” She had a puzzled look on her face, the mood had suddenly changed. I don’t think she was sure she’d given the right answer. “Wait here”, I said and left the bedroom for the other room in the apartment where I stored my work things. I reached for the toolbox from the shelf. From it I took a few cable ties and a box cutter and made my way back to Maria with the ties and cutter behind my back. 

She was standing there still as I left her, obviously a little confused. “Ok. Close your eyes tight and don’t open them. If you open them you lose, the game is over and don’t get any money”. She shut her eyes. “Ok now, don’t speak a word unless I say you can. Do not make a single movement unless I instruct you to. The rules are; I can do whatever I want to you and you must do exactly as I say. Nod your head if you agree to these conditions; shake your head if you don’t and its game over. Do you agree?” She nodded her head. She was clearly apprehensive. There was an electricity in the air, you could almost hear it crackle in the silence.

She stood there before me, eyes closed as I laid the things down on the table. It was a new sensation to study her body as she stood there like that, silent, eyes closed, vulnerable. I put my fingers in under the shoulder straps of her nightie and let them slip down around her shoulders. It collapsed in a pool around her feet. I then stooped down to her waist and slowly pulled down her G string. She stood there, completely still, completely naked. Her chest was rising up and down in heavy deep breaths. Goosebumps arose on her arms and legs.

I went to the dresser drawer and took one of her black stockings. Standing behind pressing myself up against her, I put it around her eyes and tied it tight behind her head. “Put your hands behind your back.” She obliged and taking a cable tie from the table I slipped it around both her wrists and fastened it. It was tight enough that she couldn’t free either hand but not so tight as to be too uncomfortable. Then, still stood pressed up against her from behind, I brought my hands around to her chest and plucked at her nipples with my fingers. I put my head over her shoulder and heard her breath quicken. I brought my right hand down to her stomach and lay it there feeling it move in and out, her skin soft and tender, the vulnerability in her breathing; I could feel my own wetness on my inner thigh as a thick drop of pre cum oozed its way out the tip of my penis. 

I took a pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor before her. “Ok, now kneel down on the ground.” She did so carefully and upon finding the pillow there for her knees relaxed into it. I stood before her looking down at her pale chest rise and fall. “Look up at me” She raised her head towards the source of her instruction. Her mouth was partly open and inside I spied her tongue wet and glistening. “Open your mouth”. She opened her mouth. I took her chin in my hand and swivelled her head around so as to get a good look inside. “Show me your tongue”. She stuck out her tongue. It salivated heavily and dribbled spittle down her abdomen and onto the floor. “Make your mouth good and wet I want to see spit”. She closed her mouth and puckered her cheeks as to draw saliva from her glands and opening again she’d foam it up around her lips. She began to gasp. Her chest beat up and down heavily. Under her chin, I could feel her pulse pound through the tips of my fingers as hot blood gushed up a thick artery. It was a sweet music; her gasping’s under the crackling and slopping of the spittle. I put my thumb in her mouth and she automatically sucked upon it in long deep pulls. I pulled it from her with force, she almost fell forward. With my hands on her shoulders I steadied her and stood there for a moment letting things settle. 

Her cheeks were flushed and with the backside of my hand I could feel a heat rise from them. The spittle around her mouth and down her chest was cold now and must have been irritating. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue”. I knelt before her and put my hand in under her cunt. It was warm and wet. Down her inner thigh a slick liquid trail had begun. 

I brought my hand up to her left nipple and pinched. I watched her navel as her stomach moved in and out. I stood to my feet and undid my zip. “Keep your tongue out. Keep your mouth wide open”. I slapped the heavy head of my cock down on her tongue then took it away just as quick. Again, and then, again. There was a thick line of clear pre cum joining my urethral opening to her tongue. Upon this her more dilute saliva ran down. 

I held it there just before her face. I looked into the deep dark redness and the glistening fluids. I entered her mouth and with my free hand held her head firmly to it. She sucked and murmured low from the pit of her stomach. Anytime I let off a little pressure and pulled back she send forward a flood of mucus heavy saliva; sputum, I believe its called, and when I pushed back in she sucked harder than ever before. The more she fed the hungrier she grew. 

Entering again I pushed deeper still until the head of my cock broke through the barrier and it was no longer in her mouth but in her throat. She retched violently and I pulled out and away steadying her again with my hands on her shoulders. She gasped and coughed, splattering the legs of my trousers. Hot tears were streaming down her face. I let her catch her breath. My cock pulsed in angry red waves, its purple head swollen and glistening with her saliva which was a much needed coolant.

“Ok, on your feet.” I held her hips to keep her steady as she rose to her feet. I took the box cutter and cut through the cable tie that bound her hands. “Now get on the bed, kneel down and put your face down.” I held her hand and guided her towards the bed and feeling her way with her hands she climbed on it, got on her knees and lay her head down. 

I stood there taking in the sight. The position she had assumed spread her pale buttocks apart for the world to see. Her pursed anus aimed straight at me and her reddened pussy purred and out streamed its mercurial elixir down her thighs. “Put your hands on your ass cheeks and move them in and out.” She did so, massaging her ass in rhythmic movements. Her fingers drew nearer her asshole as she massaged and soon it became the focal point the dance. She ran her fingers lightly over its taut ridges stretching and then releasing it in gentle motions. She murmured and groaned softly. She’d bring her hands from her asshole down to her cunt, run her fingers over it stretching it open revealing a beetroot red cavity and then bring them back to her buttocks, massaging and working her way in towards the centre again. I sat at the edge of the bed and ran my hand softly up and down her leg, taking it all in. She was a sweet girl my Maria.

I placed my hands on her buttocks and stretched them as far apart as they’d go. Her hands fell slowly down by her sides. Her stomach was expanding and contracting rapidly, her breathing erratic. She was a feast unto herself. I stuck my tongue out and ran the full length of it along her entire cunt from top to bottom. Her nectar clung to my face as I pushed it into her, the opening of her cave on the flat of my tongue as I moved up and down. She moaned as if it was painful. I could hear she was on the edge. I then ran my tongue from the mons pubis straight up over her asshole and to the base of her spine. She fell completely silent. As I repeated these long slow strokes, I’d spend a little longer on her asshole each time, taking time to feel the texture of her anus on the flat of my tongue. She was frozen still. I thought she might just get up and end the whole thing there. Her asshole was sacred it seemed, never before had I dared go near it. 

I began to circle it ever so lightly with the tip of my tongue, spiralling slowly in from the edge right into its centre and back out, ending with soft tender kisses upon it. She at last drew a breath, one long lengthy gasp followed by rapid shallow gasps. Her hands clutched the bed sheets and drew then deep into her palms. My kisses grew more eager. I sucked and I pulled on it. I spat on it and sucked up my spit and drank it down as though it were consecrated now that it glistened from the high holy mountain top of her asshole. I pulled back.

“Put your arms behind you back.” She took a moment and raised them slowly up over her back. I hopped up from the bed and taking a cable tie from the table, fastened her hands firmly behind her back. I whipped off my jeans and t shirt, put my hands around her thighs and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. I took my cock in hand and rubbed its head into the wet surrounds of her cunt. I could feel the heat of her pussy transfer into it. I slide it all around in the slick slime around her cunt and asshole. I hopped my bell end up and down upon her anus making sticky wet crackling noises as the pre cum mixed with my spittle. I held my bell end to the mouth of her pussy and then, slowly, I entered. She cried out, piercing the air with a shrill wail.

Pulling back I then entered deeper, and again. She moaned and cried, I could feel her hunger as her cunt swallowed my penis whole. As I pulled out I could see her thick white cunt milk had engulfed my cock. With one hand was resting on her buttocks and I circled her anus with my thumb. I pumped harder. I smacked her asshole with sharp rapid slaps of my hand. The cracks echoed around the room. I pumped and pumped as my other hand held her by the arm so she wouldn’t edge forward. Her cries merged into one long ascending wail. I pushed my thumb into her asshole as I ejaculated deep, deep inside her. Her whole body contorted and contracted as she shrieked and gasped. She shuddered and rocked involuntarily in violent spasms. 

When I finally stopped gushing I just held the same position feeling her sphincter tighten around my thumb and her pussy relax around my cock. I let it soften inside her and softly ground my hips into her, feeling our warm fluids run down my thighs. She lay there in silence, only her stomach moving in and out as her breathing settled. I pulled out and taking the box cutter in hand, cut off the cable tie.

She put her hands to the blindfold and I helped her untie it. As the light hit her eyes for the first time, she looked into my eyes and it seemed as though we were suddenly strangers. She had a bewildered look in her eyes and she seemed somehow unsure. Of what, I don’t know. She embraced me and kissed me warmly and deeply and I put my arms around her and held her close. We lay down on the bed and drifted off into a deep sleep.