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“Hey hey, are you sure about this, Hajime?”
As the fuzzy handcuffs clicked into place, properly restraining Hajime’s hands, he nodded. He didn’t remember who jokingly brought up the idea of using handcuffs in the bedroom, but the sexting and fantasizing about what they could do with them that came after was argument enough for him to go out and buy some, and now he was shackled to the bed, his entire nude body on display for Chiaki.
He looked at her, most stripped down to her underwear except for her shirt, which she was currently grabbing at the hem to remove. “It’s your birthday, so you have your way with me.”
Chiaki smiled, eyes darting to his mid-section and then back to him. “I will. But first, isn’t there something missing from what we said we would do?”
Hajime raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so…?”
“Hmmm, I think there is.” Chiaki wormed out of her shirt, but before Hajime could admire her partially nude form for too long, she leaned over and wrapped the clothing around his face, covering his eyes.
“Wha—a blindfold? I don’t remember this part.”
Chiaki put a finger to his lips to shush him, and he could already tell what she was going for. “I think it would be more fun if you have no idea where I’m going to touch next…”
Hajime gulped. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”
“Oh, I’m ready.”
Immediately, he could feel Chiaki’s fingers on his chest, tracing a winding path down his body. As she moved down, though, the touch of her fingers was growing more slight, until he could no longer feel her fingers on his body. He patiently waited for the next time she was going to touch him, but without the knowledge of where it would be, the wait felt like ages. Finally, he felt a hand cup his cheek and hold his face in place until she planted a kiss on his lips. He kissed her back, but the kiss was fleeting, as after a moment, she moved away. He felt a kiss on his neck, then his collarbone, and then she stopped. He felt another fleeting touch near his nipple, causing him to squirm a bit under her. “Chiaki,” he said softly.
“Shhh…” Another finger on his lips, moving down to his chin, then tracing down his body again.
She reached his stomach, and slowly moved a finger down, causing him to let out a breathy, “please.”
Suddenly, her hand left his skin. He wanted to let out a moan, but then he felt both of Chiaki’s hands on his thigh, digging into his skin as she forcefully opened his legs. He gasped, but before he could make any other noises, Chiaki’s hands had left his legs. He heard Chiaki shuffling around, and he thought he could hear the sound of clothing coming off, but when he opened his mouth to ask what she was doing, she put her panties in his mouth.
“Here,” she said. “Have a taste of me while I tease you.”
Hajime’s mouth was filled with the fabric and the taste of Chiaki’s wetness, and with his mouth full and eyes blindfolded, he was completely at her mercy.
He felt her gently place her hands on his thighs again before moving them up slowly. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her touch, but even if he didn’t have her panties in his mouth, she could probably see by how rock hard he was. Just when he didn’t think he could take her teasing anymore, he felt her fingers wrap around the base of his shaft. She gently stroked him, each up and down motion feeling slower than the last. When she reached the head, she swiped her thumb over his tip, collecting a bit of pre-cum to use as she went back down. He squirmed under her touch, letting out muffled moans as his hands itched to return the favor and touch her.
He could hear Chiaki adjust herself on the bed, and he could guess she was laying next to him as she stroked him slowly. His guess was proven correct when he felt her lips on his neck. She kissed down his body, pausing at his collarbone to leave a hickey. He could feel her lips sucking on his skin, and his cock twitched at the sensation. She gave a couple more strokes of his cock while she left her mark, and when she was done, she kissed down his body again, moving faster this time. When she kissed just above his pubic hair, she moved away, and the wait for the next part was almost agonizing.
Finally, her tongue made contact with his shaft, and he arched his back, letting out another moan. He could feel her tongue move up his shaft slowly, and once she reached the top, her tongue swirled around the head.
After all this teasing, he was already on the edge, but he couldn’t tell her that.
Finally, her plump lips wrapped around his cock, and the moist inside of her mouth was almost too much for him right there. Her mouth moved down his shaft, and he could tell by the placement of her lips that she had his entire length in her mouth.
He felt her grasp at his balls gently, and that was the final straw. “Mmf! Mmmf!!”
His attempts at warning her that he was cumming fell on deaf ears, and when his first rope of cum shot down her throat, Chiaki moved back, letting out a surprised, “Ah!” Still, her hand jacked him off through his orgasm, and Hajime could feel his cum shoot from his cock and land on his stomach. Chiaki moved her mouth back to his cock, sucking him off through the rest of his orgasm, making sure she wasn’t missing another drop. As she cleaned his cock off, Hajime could still feel his warmth on his own stomach, and he hoped she would clean it off for him.
After cleaning off his cock with her mouth, Chiaki moved her mouth away, letting it soften once she was no longer treating it. “You made such a mess, Hajime,” she said softly. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
If she could see his eyes, she would see the expression he would give her, and she giggled knowing exactly the look he wanted. “Here, I’ll clean you up, but not until after you do something for me...”
He felt her fingers slip into his mouth and take her panties out. “What…?”
“I’m not done with you yet,” Chiaki said. “So while your cock recovers, I guess your mouth will do the trick. I hope I don’t crush you…”
Hajime shook his head. “Even if you did, I wouldn’t go out any other way.”
Chiaki giggled again, and he could hear her move above him. He felt her thick thighs on either side of his face, and finally, his nose and mouth were filled with the scent and taste of her sex. He didn’t need to be told a thing, as his tongue got to work immediately. He ate her out hungrily, listening to the lovely sounds of Chiaki moaning above him. “Oh yes, Hajime,” she moaned. “You know just where to go...fuck.” He doubled down, tongue burying itself in her folds as far as he could go and giving her all the pleasure she desired. “Yes, eat my pussy…” Then, when he flicked her clit with his tongue, her whole body tensed and she cried, “Hajime! Ah!”
She was soaking wet for him, making for a slick adventure as his tongue explored every inch of her pussy. Her taste, her sounds, and her scent were enough to drive Hajime crazy, and within minutes of her sitting on his face, he was solid again. “I’m hard again, Chiaki,” Hajime said, tongue and chin covered in Chiaki’s juices.
“Oooh, good.” He felt her move as she shifted herself, but he was surprised when her pussy was lowered over his face again. Before he could ask, he felt her body lean forward to suck him off while he ate her out. He felt her large breasts press against the spot where he had cum on himself earlier, and he briefly felt bad that she was going to have his cum on her tits without meaning to, but the feeling went away when her lips wrapped around his cock again.
He ate her out blindly but dutifully while she sucked him off properly, and for a few moments, the world melted away. He was brought back to reality when he strained against his handcuffs, loudly knocking against them with his wrists.
“Hmm?” Chiaki moved off his cock long enough to give him some dirty talk. “Do you want to touch me, Hajime? Slap my ass while you eat me out? Or maybe, ah, hold my head down so you can cum down my throat again?”
“Ch-Chiaki,” Hajime moaned. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Ah, ah,” Chiaki moaned as he dove back in, his tongue driving her similarly crazy. “Okay, okay I can’t tease you anymore. Now...I need you inside me.”
She lifted her pussy off his face, and after seconds of her re-adjusting herself, he felt her hand grasp the base of his shaft. Shortly after, he could finally, finally feel her pussy lips wrap around the head of his cock. She lowered herself onto him, and they let out moans at the same time as the feeling finally washed over them.
Chiaki took his entire length inside her, but she wasted no time in adjusting, as she was very soon beginning to bounce up and down on his cock. He could tell by her eagerness and her loud moans that she was just as worked up as he was. Hajime’s hands strained against his handcuffs as he ached to touch her, grab her hips, or something, and Chiaki giggled. “You really wanna touch me, don’t you?” She asked. “Well, I’m—ah, fuck, a little, ooh, busy...but I can do this…”
She reached up, and finally, the blindfold over his eyes was taken off. He blinked a few times to adjust to the light, and finally was able to get a good look at what his lover was doing.
He’d watched Chiaki ride him before, but he never grew tired of watching her ride his cock. The way her tits and her stomach rolls jiggled with every bounce was mesmerizing, and it was made even more alluring this time by the sight of his cum slightly smudged on her breasts. Her hair bobbed as she rode him as well, and it served to frame her round face and the way it was contorted in pleasure perfectly.
The bed rocked beneath them as Chiaki rode him, speeding up as the couple reached their shared climax. “Hajime, I’m going to cum all over your fucking cock!” She cried. “Please cum inside me!”
“Ah, Chiaki! Fuck!” Hajime tensed up as his cock twitched, his orgasm coming over him quickly. “I’m cumming!”
“Hajime!”
“Chiaki!”
Hajime threw his head back and screamed Chiaki’s name again as he came, shooting his load inside her.
Chiaki similarly threw her head back as she came, her pussy walls clenching around him as she rode him through her orgasm, not slowing down in the slightest as she rode out the waves of pleasure. “Hah-Hajime!!”
Finally, Chiaki began to slow down, and once their orgasms had passed, she lifted herself off his cock. “Oh god, that was so fucking good,” she sighed.
Hajime nodded. “It was...we have to do that more often.”
Chiaki curled up next to him, pressing her breasts against his skin as she began to drift off. “Yeah…”
“Happy birthday, Chiaki,” Hajime said.
“Yeah…”
He still had some of his own cum on his stomach, and his crotch was covered in their shared juices, but at the moment, he didn’t really care to clean himself up, as snuggling with Chiaki was all he needed.
Except…
“Chiaki, don’t fall asleep yet. You still need to take off my cuffs.”
…
“Chiaki?”
A soft snore came from Chiaki’s mouth.
“Fuck.”