Literotic asexstories – My Cousin's Daughter Ch. 02 by mandroid55,mandroid55
I saw a personal from Southwest Missouri. I looked at the picture. It did not show much. But it was Laura. It had to be Laura. It was Laura. The picture showed her eyebrows, eyes and nose with enough dusty red hair to know it was her.
We went back and forth on the personal site several times. I was Rick. She was Carrie. Her husband dumped her. She always wanted to try bondage. He did not. She recently started. Her scenario was as follows: She was hogtied, blindfolded and gagged. Laura struggled until sweaty. Then she sucked on a dildo and was screwed by it. It was done by another woman. She tied the woman to a bed and drove her wild until screwing her with a dildo. No lesbian stuff. Now she wants a guy to do it to her.
I insisted she be comfortable no matter how many times we emailed and met face to face before trying bondage.
We agreed to meet at a Springfield restaurant on a Friday evening. She would wear a light orange blouse with a white “Hello My Name Is” tag on her upper left chest. I agreed to arrive 15 minutes after her planned arrival time.
I arrived on schedule. There she was. She was seated in a booth with a glass of red wine. I walked up to her. “Hello Laura. What a surprise to see you.” Laura gave me a look of surprise and panic.
She gathered her composure. “Mike it is a surprise. What are you doing in Springfield?” I lived in Kansas City. Laura lived in Joplin, an hour away.
“I’m meeting someone for dinner.”
“Me too.”
I bent down and spoke in a low voice. “Hi Carrie, I’m Rick.”
Her expression went to sheer terror. Laura pushed herself back into the faux black leather booth like she was trying to disappear.
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me, just like our meeting those many years ago. May I sit down?”
Laura nodded slowly twice, then ripped off her name tag. She drank her wine in one gulp. At that moment the waitress came by. Laura ordered a scotch on the rocks.
“I have a hotel room down the street. Let’s take this at your leisure. Like I said your secret is safe with me.”
She nodded her head twice. When the scotch on the rocks was delivered, she drank it in one gulp. The waitress dropped two menus on the table.
“Let’s have dinner, get a bottle of scotch and go to my hotel room. Take your bondage gear. We will do it just like you want.”
She nodded her head twice. Less hesitant this time.
“If you are comfortable after tonight, tomorrow I will show you my bondage style. I promise not do anything that is dangerous or will hurt you.”
She nodded her head twice with more vigor.
With that we looked at the menus and ordered. I ordered a steak. She ordered a salad. Laura was still nervous. During dinner she did not drink anymore and picked at her salad.
Once I paid the bill I spoke up.
“Let’s head to my hotel room. I will get a bottle of scotch. So one knows about our tryst let’s enter the hotel separately. My room number is 209.”
“Okay. Let’s do it.” The booze had kicked in, reducing her nervousness.
I picked up bottles of scotch and soda at a liquor store next to the hotel.
Not long after I got into my room there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole. There Laura was. She had a smile on her face. The wine and scotch were working wonders.
I opened the door. Laura entered. She had an overnight bag in her right hand. She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss.
“What do you have in the bag?” I queried.
“Let’s see.” She unzipped the bag and dumped the contents on the bed. On the bed were several lengths of cotton rope, a dildo, a strap on dildo, scarf with a knot in the middle and a sleep mask.
“Are you ready or do you want a drink?”
“Let’s do it!” She squealed.
Laura started taking off her clothes. Suddenly she slowed down her stripping, like she was conscious I was looking at her. She was no longer a svelte 19-year-old with 32Bs. Laura had gained 30 pounds. She was one of those fortunate few who gain weight with a good deal of it going to their boobs. She must have been an E cup.
“Would you like me to get naked too?”
“Err, yes I would.” Tension left the room.
I got naked first. Her huge boobs were a turn on. My cock got erect.
“Tell me how you want me to tie you.”
“Ok. Start with the second longest piece and tie my hands behind my back. Tie it off at the top so I can’t reach the knot. Then tie the 10′ pieces above my ankles, below and above my knees. Take the longest piece and loop my breasts to keep my arms from moving, but not too tight, no rope marks please. Then help me to the floor and take a 10″ piece of rope and tie my hands to the ankle tie. Don’t give me too much slack to move my legs. Finally gag me with the knot in the middle of the scarf and put on the sleep mask.”
“Once everything is in place I struggle until I sweat. I hum when I have sweated enough. After I hum untie the hogtie, stand me up on my knees and let me suck your cock. Don’t cum in my mouth. When you are about to cum lay me with my back on the bed, my legs dangling over the edge and screw me. Any questions?”
“Any touching by me to stimulate you?”
“Nope.”
“How about I keep you from rolling into furniture and other things while you struggle?”
“That will be great. Thanks.”
I proceeded to tie her. Outside of her responding to my asking how the rope felt Laura did not talk. I felt some tension from her body, but not much. Once her hands were tied I was tempted to touch her sizeable boobs, but I stuck with the script.
When she was tied, gagged and blindfolded I lowered her to the carpet and applied the hogtie. She was ready to go.
Laura rolled from side to side. She moved her legs and hands. Nothing worked. Laura struggled for 20 minutes. She remained hogtied.
Sweat was beading on her forehead. She hummed. I removed her gag.
“I give. You win. Your tying is good.”
“Thank you.”
“On to the next step.”
I removed the hogtie rope and propped her on her knees. Watching her struggle in a hogtie got my manhood more excited. I slid my cock into her mouth. I went all the way in. She took it without gagging. The fourth time in I had to suck in my gut to keep from cuming in her mouth. I pulled my cock out.
I removed the three leg ties. Per instruction, I lifted her onto the bed, her legs dangled over the beds edge. My cock entered her wet slit. It was a wee bit tight.
Laura began moaning during the first thrust. With each thrust her moaning grew louder. After the fourth or fifth thrust she bellowed “Put the gag knot in my mouth!”
I did so in a hurry. She moaned into the gag with each thrust.
It did not take me long to cum three times. She followed, cuming five times.
Laura spit out the gag. “That was great. Your cock in my mouth and slit is much better than a dildo!” She began to pant, catching her breath.
“Do you want me to untie you now?”
“Yes please.”
While untying Laura I asked, “How did you like our session?”
“I loved it. You are good at bondage.”
“Are you comfortable with a session tomorrow night my style?”
“What’s your style?”
“I gag, blindfold and tie you spread eagle on a four-poster bed. Then I play with your body taking you to the edge of cuming as many times as you can stand. When you can’t stand it anymore. I stop and we make passionate love. If you want to stop for any reason say ‘Red’ or hum the ‘Happy Birthday Song.’ What do you say?”
Laura pondered for a nanosecond.
“Yes!” She replied.
“I need to go home, but I’m really tired.” Laura continued.
“Why don’t you take a nap?”
“I will.”
We began to dress.
“Scotch for a nightcap?”
“No thanks.”
Once dressed Laura stretched out on the bed and fell asleep.
I made myself a scotch and soda and turned on the TV.
An hour later I woke Laura up.
She sat up in bed for a minute. Laura looked groggy.
“Care for a glass of water?”
“Yes please.”
After drinking half a glass she rotated her body around, her legs draped over the bed’s right edge.
I let her get up on her own.
Laura got herself up. She put all her bondage gear in the overnight bag.
“Let me escort you to your car.”
“Thanks.”
We left my room. She gripped my left hand with her right. Then she leaned her right shoulder against my left. Laura gripped my left hand harder. It felt good.
“Regarding tomorrow, what’s your favorite restaurant in Springfield?”
“The Grill.”
“I’ll make reservations for 6:30. After dining we will retire to a B&B and have a night of adventure and passion. Do we have a date?”
“Yes, sounds great!”
We ended the night with a long passionate kiss.
The next day I scrambled around to find a B&B with a four-poster bed. Reservations for the restaurant were easy.
I arrived at “The Grill” 10 minutes early. The hostess seated me at a half circle booth. Laura showed up at our booth a few minutes later. She had a big grin on her face.
Laura looked good. She was wearing an emerald green crepe one piece knee length flair dress, pleated below the waist. The top part was v neck but did not show cleavage. Her shoulder length dusty red hair was combed back like a lion’s mane.
I stood up. “Good evening.”
“It’s great to see you.” Laura responded.
We slid into the booth sitting next to each other.
Laura started the evening off with a Merlot. I had a Reisling.
For dinner I had the salmon. She had the beef tenderloin.
“Looking forward to tonight?” I asked.
“I am.” Laura replied with a shy Lady Diana smile. “I can’t wait.”
We made small talk the rest of dinner.
Laura ate her dinner quickly. By the time I finished she was on her third glass of Merlot.
When the waiter asked about dessert Laura quickly said we were done for the evening. We were done dining that is.
She followed me to the B&B in her car. I drove slow enough that she did not lose me in the dark.
Once parked she exited her car with two overnight bags. One was the same from last night with what I presumed was her bondage goodies. The other must have held her overnight items.
I waited for her by my car. Laura fast walked to me. I asked if I could take one of her bags.
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