Lost Weekend

Lost weekend

So... I'm sitting in this chair, I think it is a carver chair, the posh dining chair with arms. The arms are important, as my arms are fixed to them with cling film from wrist to elbow. The chair legs are equally important as my legs are fastened to the front ones. I am fully dressed apart from my jacket. I appear to be wearing a tie I've never seen before, badly tied by the way, not the Windsor knot I use.

You may be wondering how I got here, hell, I'm wondering how I got here. It started yesterday. Well I think it was yesterday but things are a bit confusing. I had a stressful day at work and decided to stop off at a bar in town. While sitting at the bar with my second rather good pint of Wainwright's Gold when a young lady sat next to me.

"You look like your day has been as bad as mine," she said. I looked around, there was no one else; she was talking to me.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

"Yes, you look down in the dumps," she responded.

"My day seems to be improving," I said, giving her my best smile.

"Mine too," she smiled back. She had a lovely smile, and her eyes lit up. Her tongue peeped out from between her pinky red lips. She was dressed in work clothes, an above-the-knee skirt, blouse and jacket. Her crowning glory was her free-flowing, untamed, long, thick, curly red hair that cascaded over her shoulders.

"Have you just finished work as well?" I asked.

"Yes, TFIF I say," she laughed.

"I'm Levi, yes, thank fuck it's Friday." hell, I said fuck in front of a lady that I didn't know and was trying to impress. She did put F in; it could have been TGIF. She didn't seem concerned.

"I'm Sylvia," she said.

"Shall we order some food and find a table?" I asked, hoping something would progress later. She agreed, we ordered and made our way to a vacant table.

I was a few inches taller. I'd guess she stands 5 feet 8 in her small heeled shoes, although a couple of inches could have been her wild hair. We sat opposite each other, and although she was not a standard beauty, she had a face full of freckles and the most amazing eyes; the colour of her iris was almost the same shade as her freckles. I could feel myself being drawn into them, the eyes, not the freckles.

"You have the most wonderful hair," I complimented her. I do have a thing for redheads since I fancied a girl in my class when I was five.

"It has been the bane of my life. When I was young I stood out even when I didn't want to. The only way to tame it is to fasten it down, as soon as I finish work, I just unfasten it and let it fly," she said.

"It should never be fastened," I was fascinated by her eyes; they sparkled. She giggled.

After we had eaten, she invited me back to her house, a detached one in a leafy suburb only a few miles away. She drove, which is why she had not been drinking. We were getting on famously, sitting in her lounge, my arm nonchalantly around her shoulder and having a drink of whisky... and that is all I remember!

I was wondering what was going on when this lovely young girl came in looking so sweet and innocent. "What the hell's going on?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled, slowly walking over to me; her larger-than-expected, free-swinging tits were hypnotizing. "Get me out of this," I demanded, looking down at my tied arms.

With a short laugh, she slapped me across the face! Fuck I think she has loosened some teeth. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked. Whap another slap.

"You do not use foul language in my presence, understand," she whispered in, I must admit, a threatening voice. The voice, like her tits, was big for a skinny girl. She started rubbing my balls. "You will keep quiet, otherwise you may suffer," she gently squeezed my balls. I got the message and kept quiet.

Taking two steps back she stood with her legs apart and hands on her hips. I looked her up and down. She was quite something, high heels and silly white ankle socks with red hearts on them. An extremely short skirt that had the crotch of her knickers just showing.

A tight white tee shirt which did not cover her navel, she most certainly lacked a bra and judging by the way her nipples were pointing at me, she was a little worked up. She had short messy brown hair, amazing violet eyes and her red lips were the same colour as the makeup around her eyes.

She slowly lifted the T-shirt over her glorious tits. She played with them, rolling her nipples, running her fingers around her nipples, lifting her tits and licking the top of them and tonguing her nipples. All the time she was looking at me, wanting, craving, sucking me in.

She unfastened the top of her skirt and slowly pulled the zip down and allowed the skirt to fall down showing that her knickers had red hearts on, matching her socks. I suppose if you can't have knickers and bra matching then knickers and socks are the next best thing. Turning round she showed her arse and the back of her knickers which was a thin bit of material disappearing up her arse crack.

She bent forward showing her arsehole bisected by the thin strip; her pussy was covered. She bent further forward, and I could see that she was smiling at me. Standing and turning around she put her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and started dancing, pulling down each side without actually showing her cunt.

I've described what I could see but not what was happening to me. Well my face was sore but my biggest problem was my cock, it was trapped. My erection was painfully straining to get upright, she was so fuckable. I don't even know her name or why she was doing this. I'm glad she is!

She approached me again with her T-shirt above her tits and her tongue licking her lips, please get my cock out and lick that. She held her tit, directing it into my mouth so I could suck her nipple. When I tried to suck it, she pulled away, wagging her finger, telling me no, her sparkly blue? eyes drawing me in.

She loosened the tie and began unfastening my shirt buttons. and kissed down my chest to my trousers. Dare I ask her to release my cock? Should I just wait and hope she gets there. Rather than risk losing and loosening more teeth I decided to wait and hope.

She pulled my shirt out of my trousers and bared my chest. Next she unhooked my trousers. Please get further, get my cock out, please. Ignoring my cock she started licking my chest and sucking and biting my nipples.

She backed away until she was standing back facing me. She removed her T-shirt and then her knickers which she sniffed and threw at me. She was an excellent shot they landed over my mouth and under her nose they smelled delicious of fresh apples. Tantalizingly turned her back and swayed her arse. Her legs looked great in her high heels and little socks.

Bending forward, she put her hands on the settee that had been behind her and was now in front. She spread her legs and started rocking backwards and forward. I felt that her cunt was winking at me.

I shuffled about, having my trousers undone left some wriggle room and I hoped to get some relief on my straining cock. I didn't. In fact things got worse: she started to finger herself!

She lay on the settee and started to masturbate; it seemed to me to be quite violent. I have never seen a woman masturbate before so I am no judge. With one hand on her tit, squeezing her nipple and the other going up and down her cunt.

Fucking hell, more shuffling. I couldn't quite see it but I could hear it, I could smell it, hell I could almost taste it. She knelt on the settee with her arsehole and cunt looking straight at me. Her hand came between her legs and she continued her activities.

She started grunting, she put two fingers in her cunt and obviously climaxed to a lot of splashing and the most wonderful aroma. She stood, with a big smile she came to me and put the same two fingers in my mouth, they tasted great. The hand went down to my flies and pulled the zip down, she put her hand under the waistband of my boxers and pulled it forward. My cock sprang out to my great relief.

She bent down and kissed the end before sucking it in. My cock disappeared into her mouth all the way. She slowly let it out, I could feel her teeth scraping along the length as it was released. With a wink of her brown eye? eyes she collected her discarded clothes, wearing only her heart-covered socks and high heels she left me with the final impression of her cute arse.

I wasn't on my own for long, I was joined by a tall, very slim Asian looking girl, wearing a white jacket-type thing made almost entirely from net curtain material. The edges were trimmed with white fur and it fastened at one point between the belly button and her tits. It was long enough to just reach her pussy and half cover her pretty little bum. I know this because she twirled around to show me.

Her pussy was covered by a small white triangle of fine material with thin straps. She had a fringe with sensational long black hair, dark, almost black eyes and wide mouth with bright red lips. While smiling at me, or more particularly at my rampant cock she unfastened the one button holding her top together.

I already knew she had small dark brown nipples and areolas as I could see them through the mesh of her top. Seeing them in the raw so to speak was great as her protruding nipples came into view, just asking to be sucked. I could also see that her tits weren't much bigger than mine but who cares when she has nipples like that?

She dropped the jacket to the floor leaving her with just the knickers and a large white flower in her hair, fuck me that was sexy. "Hello," I risked, half expecting a slap.

She shook her head and put a finger to her lips. I stayed quiet. She swayed in front of me, her legs parted and slowly lowered her thong. First showing a tattoo of the word YUMI which I discovered was her name and then a triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair.

She removed the last bit of clothing and held it under my nose before wrapping it round my cock. I just loved the smell, sandalwood. Turning her back on me, she bent forward, she smiled at me as she watched me from between her legs. I, of course, was concentrating on that lovely small pussy and inviting arsehole.

Using both hands, she spread her cheeks, opening both holes. She released her arse, a hand came up between her legs and she started playing with her pussy. Initially, her clit was getting the attention until one then two then three fingers were pushed inside her.

Looking at me between her legs, smiling with her long tongue sticking out, licking her lips. A finger was inserted into her mouth as she looked at me in all innocence before putting that same finger into her bum.

For fuck sake let me out and let me fuck you this is torture.

She sprang up, tossing her hair as she did so and next thing she was kneeling on my thighs with her cunt almost in my mouth. She grabbed my head and her cunt was in my mouth.

I stuck my tongue out and started licking up her juices. I swear they smelt and tasted of strawberries, my favourite fruit. Before long she was on her knees pulling hard to get my pants further down. Once she was satisfied I was exposed enough she lifted my balls and started licking them. Looking up at me she ran her tongue along my cock, when she reached the end she lifted it and took the head in her mouth.

It was the best blow job I have ever had, it was only the second blow job I had had but certainly the best. Using her hand, mouth and tongue, I was soon ready to blow. "I'm going to cum," I warned her. She removed my cock from her mouth and with a smile, held it while I shot my spunk up over my stomach and chest.

She had maintained eye contact all through, she winked at me and walked off. Fuck, I took a deep breath. I don't know what is happening, not that I'm complaining, but will somebody tell me what is going on? Will somebody release me so I can go for a pee?

I heard a noise to my right and Sylvia came in, followed by the two naked girls I had met earlier.

"You have met my housemates, Yumi and Stella. Have they made you welcome?" she asked. Fucking right they have.

"Very welcome, I need a piss," I answered.

"Yumi," she said. It was pronounced 'you-mi'. Yumi left and quickly returned with an empty two-litre plastic milk bottle. She picked my cock up and put it in the bottle. "There you go, you can pee now." No I couldn't not with this audience watching.

"What's wrong, baby? Can't you pee?" Sylvia asked while licking my spunk off my stomach. Yumi and the other girl, one on each side at first sucking my nipples. They started kissing each other, fondling each other's tits.

Sylvia was fondling my balls as she slowly pushed the negligee she was wearing off one shoulder, exposing one tit and leaving enough to the imagination to cause further cock twitching.

I am quite young, early twenties, so my cock's rejuvenation, unfortunately, this time, was rapid so I was soon lifting the bottle and my cock was jammed in and I was still unable to pee! The bottle had moved from pointing down to pointing up. "I was looking forward to a good shag but you seem to be incapacitated." Sylvia was looking at the milk bottle. "I've heard of safe sex but that's ridiculous."

They were all laughing.

Inconveniently, I peed. I'm pleased to announce that my cock is thick enough to stopper the bottle. They laughed even more, Yumi brought the bottle down and this, although painful, allowed air to escape.

"Yumi has some peculiar fixations; you will have to go with her," Sylvia informed me. As if I had a choice, I hope these fixations don't cause me pain. Yumi pulled the bottle off me, only spilling a small amount. She handed the bottle to Stella and started licking my cock.

A fixation on licking pee-soaked cocks? strange. She licked all over it, my balls and even my pubes before taking it in her mouth all the way. Her nose was banging against my pubes and I'll swear something inside her pussy was pecking away at my knob end. At the risk of repeating myself, it was the best blowjob I have had, even better than her first one, although I was not allowed to cum.

Stella was behind her and started licking her cunt. Sylvia just sat back on the settee, enjoying watching and slowly unfastening her negligee and spreading it. "Legs," she demanded and Yumi released my cock and Stella stopped doing what she was doing to Yumi's cunt, both girls started taking the cling film off my legs.

I don't know if this was previously arranged but in what seemed like a choreographed plan Sylvia and Stella took my legs, which were quite painful having been in the same position, and lifted them spread and level with my head. Yumi put a finger into my arsehole before she started licking it. Fucking hell what is this girl into?

I was rock hard, nobody had done this before and it was blowing my mind. Her tongue appeared to go further and further into my arsehole! "Enough, Stella, left arm," Sylvia ordered, letting go of my leg. Yumi walked out, sucking her finger, a different one surely. Sylvia stood in front of me, legs spread, dropping her negligee to the floor, with an arrow of red pubic hair neatly trimmed to point at her cunt.

Stella unwrapped the cling film on my left arm and when she completed she left the room. Sylvia was sitting back on the settee, feet up and spread, her cunt and arsehole looking at me. "Come on then, I've been waiting for a shag while you have been fucking about with my friends."

I was working hard at trying to get the film off. Sylvia was playing with her cunt, her finger rubbing around her clit. Her tits had beautiful nipples the same colour as her eyes and freckles, she was pulling at one.

I was trying hard and eventually, I was free. I kicked my shoes off while I was getting my shirt free. My trousers and socks were next before I scurried across, knocked her hand out of the way of her cunt and replaced it with my tongue, not for long. Strawberries again, maybe with cream, I worked up her body to her tits, those glorious nipples were sucked and bitten.

And then I slotted my cock into her lovely tight, warm, wet, welcoming cunt. I felt the rippling of her cunt muscles up and down my cock. I kissed her as I fucked her, her legs wrapped around me. I took my weight on my hands and looked down on her amazing face. Her fascinating, smiling eyes, her freckled face and bright red lips. Her wild hair was trying to escape in every direction. I glanced down and I swear her nipples had changed colour from beige/ginger of her freckles and eyes to bright magenta.

"Yes, harder," she ordered. I did my best. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head down. Her tongue invaded my mouth prior to her biting my lip and screaming as she climaxed. Her cunt seemed to grip me tighter and squeeze an orgasm out of me. I was as deep in her as possible as I came.

I was lying on top of her, exhausted my cock still trapped inside her. "Not bad, almost worth waiting for," she said with a giggle. I noticed her nipples were back to their normal colour, perhaps they had never changed.

She is quite something, hell she is amazing. "What the hell happened to me? What the hell is happening to me?"

"Are you complaining?" she asked.

"Fuck no, it's been fucking amazing,"

"Well then what are you worrying about?"

"My only worry is that it will come to an end," I answered before I started sucking a nipple. My cock remained inside her, held fast by her pussy and miraculously no shrinking.

"I think we deserve a drink," she said. "Girls," she shouted. "Drinks,"

In came Stella holding a silver tray with two whisky glasses on it. Not I admit the first thing I noticed. On her head were a large pair of bunny ears, around her neck was a leather collar with a black bow at the front. At her wrists were shirt-type cuffs,

Her large tits were supported by a black leather bustier which finished below her tits and had three leather straps with silver buckles fastening it at the front.

Around her thighs, she had leather garters with metal clips and a bow tie matching bow at the front supporting black stockings. Most noticeable were her eyes they were deep brown and more of an oval shape. She also lacked knickers.

She squatted down to give us the glass of whisky. I don't think it is in the Playboy manual to spread your legs that way when serving drinks. She stood and turned, showing a large, very realistic rabbit tail protruding from her bum.

She gave a wiggle and bent forward on her way. Standing with her back to the wall, holding the tray in front of her she stood like a statue awaiting further instructions.

Sylvia and I sat together drinking our whisky and relaxing, she didn't let go of my cock and some of her vitality kept me hard. Sylvia would click her fingers and Stella would refill our glasses. "Stella, fetch Yumi and entertain us," ordered Sylvia. I was entertained enough, idly playing with Sylvia's tits and cunt, drinking good whisky and resting in a post sex glow.

Stella led Yumi in on a leash. She was wearing a maid's outfit, a very abridged version of what a maid would wear. Frilly white cap, frilly wristlets and frilly garters. The collar was also covered by frilly white material. The top part was a black halter top with a large gap between her much larger tits which hardly covered her nipples; the two halves were joined by criss-crossed white tape.

She wore a skirt which was so short it didn't cover her pubic hair. To preserve her modesty, she wore an apron which did cover her pussy. White stockings and high heels completed her attire.

There was a strange protuberance lifting her apron, the sort that would have been worrying if I were in Thailand. Stella lay on the opposite settee, and Yumi knelt at her feet, lifting one foot which she started licking. I've never been into feet, but this did look sexy.