Bondage Night

Following the instructions of the SMS, I arrived at the Value Hotel along Thomson Road, after the bend into Balestier Road. Apart from the few backpacking tourists going in and out of the building, there was no sign of anyone expecting me, save for the Caucasian reading The Straits Times at the lobby.

Guy: ‘Sir, do you need any help?’

Me: ‘No thanks.’

The porter couldn’t come at a better time to disrupt my thoughts. The unknown number implied she was my ex-girlfriend, Peiling, whom I had not made contact with for over a year. Her voice sounded like her, but not the SMSes’ tone and style, which I still had my guard against. What would she want with me? To settle the few hundred dollars we spent while together? There were too many questions to be answered, but nonetheless, I couldn’t let the girl whom I had once loved get hurt again. As I remembered, she had a boyfriend but maintained most of the same style, in clothes, hairstyle. Her figure was under the ‘average’ category, shoulder-length hair with a 26 inches waist, or I guessed.

Unknown Number (SMS): ’12-25′

Knowing exactly what it meant, I made my way up to the room. A man in suit with a tag ‘Manager’ walked towards me in the opposite direction and handed me a card key, presumably to the door before me. He smiled and continued walking down the rooms and into the lift. Why would she go through so much trouble? The door opened smoothly and on the floor, an envelope greeted me.

Dear past, enjoy.

On the bed was the most unbelievable sight that I couldn’t even imagined. One that would harden even the most discipline dick, melting your heart at the same time, considering the love we once shared and what we had been through together. Once, this girl fell in love with me, and did her best to satisfy my every need you had. Then, circumstances forced us apart, filling me with pain, disappointment and even regret. Surely, I would have thought that whatever she failed to do in bed, no longer matters now, since I had moved too far on. But this made reconsider that she was having a better life.

Are you someone who would untie her and give her a loving hug? Or make use of the blindfolded, helpless little girl whom you think deserved all these?

Peiling was lying on the bed, motionless, but blindfolded and had her limbs bounded to each leg of the fine Italian woodwork. On the sheets lay another note, inviting you to stay overnight and enjoy the various room services planned at different hours through the night. This is the part where bringing a camera wherever you go benefited, how could such a delicacy be missed on screen?

A few snapshots of her in a silky translucent black bra, and white thongs with a damp patch in the middle of it. This ex of mine didn’t have much experience in bed since I was her first. Our sexual life was what most conservative couples would describe – everything but sex. She didn’t do well in any particular area, and was unwilling to try, but that wasn’t why we separated. However, this image was unforgettable, cause whoever did this to her, finally broke into her mind and destroyed her.

I woke her up with the release of her strapless bra and unzipping the panties from the side. She said nothing despite not being gagged, but breathed hot air as she remained turned on. My teeth went to nibble on her brown tips, making her body twitch in pleasure. Seems like this is a good way to start my night of fun. My fingers arriving south however was obstructed by her closing legs. With the ropes keeping them apart, there was no way she would fully close them, but I was stopped in my tracks as well. Then, a bondage device below the headboard, caught my eyes.

The pole with two Velcro bands at the end was quite straightforward in its purpose. I hastily tightened the ends at her knees and kept her legs apart while I began work, rubbing on her clit in an up-down flicking and pinching motion, which I remembered she enjoyed plenty.

After she cummed with a strong shiver through her body, her moans got louder and I pushed my finger deep into her without resistance. The defloration by her guy definitely laid the path for my enjoyment. After a good ten minutes streaming her juices down my fingers, my body which had been close to her face, gave off the same familiar scent which turned her on in an unspeakable way. Moving on, I lifted the pole which held her legs, up to her chest. The obscene position turned me on even more and my hormones could just burst out of my body any time. Her shaved pussy was wet and giving off a fragrance no man could resist NOT dipping their manhood into. I made my way between her slit, indulging in the intimate caress of her soft vaginal walls, coated with a woman’s slippery gel. The sex got violent with each passing minute as I thrust my hips against her, dipping into her pipe of sweet sauce.

This position could wear guys out quickly, only human to get tired, my energy thinned out as well. Getting Peiling to sit up, I went behind her and lifted her up before placing her down in a doggy position. Since there was no way for her legs to close, I rammed into her pussy mercilessly and drove the spirits out of her. I simply couldn’t stand the sight of her collapsing head first from the pleasure. Throughout the whole night, no words were exchanged. Only moans and groans. The intensity of our sex could burn through the sheets, we were covered in perspiration and her drooling was making workout feel animalistic. Within ten minutes, my present to Peiling was cumming.

My paced increased exponentially and she grabbed the pillow even tighter as her soft docile pussy tried to handle my enraged penis. Three thrusts followed through and the soothing hot cream escaped into her, topping her up to the brim. Her body slumped onto the bed exhausted and so was I. Taking a rest on her stomach, I freed her legs and wondered.. Did she know who just fucked her?

*Ding Dong*

Room service arrived and left the trolley of food at the door. I quietly rolled it in and found a baby bottle filled with a coloured solution. Along with it was a piping hot plate of Cajun chicken. I handed the bottle to Peiling and ate up the dinner hungrily. She was sucking on the bottle in such a degrading way, pity came over me and the thought of stopping came into mind. Emptying the bottle, I led her to the edge of the bed, which she got onto and stopped between my legs. The ice cream I had didn’t just contained vanilla, my dick said ‘Viagra’. It was standing in full attention, likened the first load to appetizer. It was time for HER dinner. You should see the mess I left the trolley in, there was no time to waste.

Her mouth gracefully sealed over my dick head and pressed her lips lightly together before gliding her tongue underneath my shaft. Her head started to bob up and down on me, with a well-trained absence of gag reflex. The suction was maintained at an unwavering pressure, speed occasionally changing to accommodate the random counts of deep throats, and wetness, warmth accumulated in abundance in her cute innocent looking mouth. With her rhythmic sucking, I served the warm liquid into her mouth with more squirts than what I gave to her pussy.

After the licking my pee hole clean of cum, she let the sperms flow out onto her hand before slurping it up again in the same hungry manner I finished the chicken. Strict instructions were given not to wash herself in any case. That was just the prelude to the few hours of non-stop fucking we’ve had. With her on top, below me, by the sides, taking it in both her ass hole and vagina, she was filled up with whatever I could offer. Either that or the whip cream and various dishes of fruit purée melt on her body with her heat.

By sunrise, a SMS was waiting to be read and I gave my well-spent ex a kiss before leaving the room. I had checked out and had my camera filled with pictures. Surprisingly, an email tagged ‘Important’ appeared within hours and pointed me to the high definition videos captured. For my viewing pleasure huh? Would anyone even believe what I’ve been through?

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