You push me up against the hallway wall roughly, your lips searching for mine, hungry for my kiss. From down the hall, we can hear the sounds of the elegant party taking place. Hopefully they wont notice our absence. Your one hand is tangled in my hair, pulling it slightly, the other cupping the side of my face. I moan slightly into the kiss as you tighten your grip on my hair - you know full well how much it turns me on. I feel you harden, your manhood pressing into my thigh. Smiling slightly, I move down to your throat and lightly lick it.

Your hands travel from my hair, down my back, coming to rest on my small firm rear. You give it a squeeze just as I sink my teeth into your neck. I hear you groan and you tighten your grip on my ass as I start to bite and suck. Then I stop, lightly flicking my tongue against your skin, teasing you.

Your hand slides down my thigh to the hem of my dress, slowly sliding up my smooth bare legs, moving to my bare ass. My hands move to your chest, unbuttoning your white dress shirt. I pull it off and let it fall to the floor. Your lips caress my neck, light kisses turning to bites. A moan escapes my lips and my eyes fall shut as you bite and suck. You nip your way down my neck, past my collar bone and down to the plunging neckline of my red gown. I let out a quiet whimper as your hands run up my flat tummy to cup my small full breasts. Your tongue flicks the sensitive flesh of my breasts. I moan as you begin to play with my tits, squeezing roughly.

“Oh baby,” I moan, “please! I want your thick cock to fill my tight wet cunt!”

As I look into your eyes, I see that lustful fire burning, hot and out of control. Without answering, you grab me and pull me toward the elevators. You push the button, waiting impatiently for one to arrive. The doors open and we hurry in, and you push the button for the 10th floor. You lift me and push me into the corner, letting me sit on the handrail. Your lips are hot, your kisses rough. Your body is pushed close to mine, with you standing between my legs, your hard cock forced against my wet slit, teasing me, making me want you more and more.

The doors finally open and you drag me with you, pulling a room card from the pocket of your dress slacks. You unlock the door and pull me roughly inside, slamming and locking it behind me. Pushing me up against it, you grab my breasts, squeezing hard. I moan into your kisses. You pick me up and I wrap my legs around your waist. Your penis throbs against my wet sex, and I hold back a moan of agony. I need you cock, right here, right now. We reach your bedroom, and you throw me onto the bed. You lay on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head, kissing me. Your other hand fumbles with your belt. I wriggle my hands free and push you off me enough so I can get to my feet.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”  you ask. Your cock is straining your slacks, begging for release.

I smile mischievously. “If you want me, come get me.”

I turn and walk out of the room, my hips swaying back and forth as I move.

You come put not long after, erection hard and throbbing, to find me standing in the living room, hands behind my back. You sit on the chair I’m standing by and, grabbing my hips, pull me forward. I moan as you gently nibble my clit through my dress, then push you away.

“Sit back baby,” I say softly.

You do, making me grin. I take the rope out from behind my back, and tie you to the chair. Then I push a button on the remote sitting on the side table, and the room is filled with music. Slowly my hips start moving to the beat. By the end of the first song I’m standing in a red lace bra and a matching thong. The second song starts and I continue.  Half way through I stand before you, completely naked, my long brown hair covering my tits. I walk over and straddle you, my naked body pushed up against your partially nude one. You groan and I smile. You have been hard for over half an hour. I undo your slacks and pull down your boxers, releasing your 6 inch, thick cock.
You groan again. “Baby please,” you beg.

I slowly begin stroking it, rubbing up and down your thick shaft. I start to go faster, increasing the speed. You’re sooo fucking hard. I want you in me soo damn bad, my tongue flicks over the head and you gasp, eyes closing.  I start to suck it taking a little more of you into my mouth every so often. Then suddenly I stop. I pull one end of the ropes, loosening the knots, and hand it to you before scurrying off to your room. You quickly undo the ropes and bring them with you to your room.

I smile at you from your bed as you walk in the door. Next thing I know, I am pinned down to the bed, my wrists forced above my head and bound together. The knots are strong, I can’t pull out of them. Your lips flutter down my neck, collarbone, between my breasts and down my tummy. I try to squirm, impatient, but its difficult. My back arches and my eyes close as your tongue flicks my clit. Teeth slightly scrape across it. I moan.

“Don’t…tease…” I beg, breathing hard.

You just smile and continue to tease me. After what feels like hours, I feel your warm pulsing cock spread my labia. Slowly you push in to me, a moan slipping past my lips as you stretch and fill me.

You slowly start to pump; in and out, gradually gaining speed. But I want more. I bed and plead, asking you to go faster, demanding you fuck my harder. You cover my mouth with one hand, using the other to support yourself.

“Shut up, bitch,” you growl.

I fall silent save for the moans that escape from my parted lips with every thrust. You’re close now, having waited so long to feel the moist heat of my vagina surround your huge penis. I feel you swell inside me.

“Yes sexy,” I moan, my orgasm drawing very close. “Fill me. Fill me with your hot seed!”

With a cry I climax, my body tightening as waver after wave of pleasure washes over me. My sex tightens around you, pulsing, and within moments I feel the rush of your hot sticky cum being pumped into me. Your arms give out and you collapse on me, breathing hard. You roll to the side and rest your head on my chest, taking a moment to catch your breath.

When your breathing is normal, you turn your attention to me. Your fingers fumble with the knots, pulled tight as I strained the ropes. Released, I rub my sore wrists and lay still, exhausted.

Too soon you are getting to your feet. You go to the living room to grab our clothes where they had been hurriedly shed. Then you come back to me.

“You may want to get dressed,” you say to me as you hand me my clothes, “before they start  wondering where we got to.”

You smile warmly and with a groan I stand and begin to dress.

“Later,” you whisper softly in my ear. “Later we can relax.”