Marla’s Cruel Tease
Arabella Keppler
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Copyright 2012 Arabella Keppler
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Reunion Without Release
As the single bare light bulb on the ceiling suddenly burst into life, so did Max's consciousness. He didn't know whether he had been asleep or out cold in the moments before there was light. He also remembered little of the preceding night. The beginning of the reunion party was clear in his memory. Even some of the teachers had been there, which was quite unusual for a high school reunion that wasn't sanctioned by the school. He didn't remember most of what happened after eleven 'o clock though. And he sure as hell didn't remember going home.
A quick look around told Max he indeed hadn't gone home. The mirror attached to the opposite wall six feet away showed him what he could also feel: He was naked and his wrists were above his head, bound to a pipe running alongside the wall behind him. In the wall to the left of him, there was a wooden door without a window. To the right stood an old metal bed, with just a bare mattress on it. Behind the door, Max heard steps. Feet approaching on a wooden surface. He guessed this was a basement and someone was coming down a flight of stairs. Max strained his brains thinking whether he recognized the room from somewhere. As he saw the door knob turn, he concluded that he didn't remember the room from anywhere.
But the girl who stepped in through the door and positioned herself before the mirror, he did remember. Marla Raines. The biggest bitch the school had during final year. But also the girl Max had been pining for that entire year. That was three years ago now. In those three years she'd only become more gorgeous. Her breasts larger than Max remembered them, now barely contained by her tight black blouse. Her skirt followed the contours of the beautiful thighs that he had stared at during every period of geography, when she sat just two desks over. And above it all, her angelic face with a wicked grin on it.
'Remember me?'
Max didn't say anything. Marla took a step towards him, keeping her gaze fixed on him. Her eyes had a hypnotic quality about them. He couldn't look way.
'Sure you remember me.'
Another two steps. She pushed her body against his. Max could feel her warm breath on his face. He couldn't help but get aroused. Marla too noticed his growing erection and gripped it tightly with one hand. The feeling wasn't totally unpleasant to Max.
'Marla,' he groaned.
Smiling she pressed her nails into the base of his cock.
'Oh, you do remember. Good.'
Thoughts were racing to Max's mind. What was going on here? What did she want? Was she going to kill him? None of his thoughts made it to the finish line, as Marla offered a new distraction by moving her hand gently toward the tip of his engorged dick. She pressed her body closer to his. Max looked down at the ample tits now squeezed tightly between their two bodies.
'I know how long you've wanted this,' Marla sighed into his ear.
Max was confused. If this was about what he wanted, why was he chained to the wall. But it was what he wanted. He had phantasized about Marla more often than about any other girl.
She let go of his cock and turned around. Max had to watch in the mirror how she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, showing the black lace bra underneath it. She moved her ass up and down along his cock. All the while she kept looking him in the eye by way of the mirror. Now fully taking of her blouse she took a step away from him. She moved her hands all over her body. Between her breasts, over her tights stomach and down towards her pussy and the sides of her hips.
'You still want this more than anything, don’t you?'
She took another step away from him and stood with her back almost against the mirror. Max could do little but look at her. He was indeed burning up with lust for her body.
'I do,' Max said, trying to sound like something utterly crazy wasn't going on.
Marla stood back against the mirror and crossed her arms, pushing up her boobs. Her gaze was fixed on Max's stiff cock. Right now, Max felt like all the blood in his body was concentrated in his erection, like his heart had come down out of his chest and nested itself in the tip his dick.
'I've got a proposal for you,' Marla said.
She took a step towards Max, as if she had to get his attention.
'It's very easy.'
She pressed up against him again. Max could feel the rhythm of her breathing through the fabric of the bra. Again she whispered into his ear.
'You can have all this, but first you have to please me.'
Max looked into her eyes as she unhooked her bra and left it hanging between their bodies. Her hand moved towards his cock again and gave it a couple of short strokes.
'So what do you say?'
She stepped back again and let the bra fall, giving Max the full view of her breasts. They were more perfect than he had ever imagined. The cold in the basement made her nipples stand up nice and firm.
'You can either leave right now, or you can stay to let me play with you. If you perform well, I'll release you and you get all this.'
Again she moved her fingers down her gorgeous body. When she arrived at the edges of her skirt, she sought the zip and opened it. Her skirt dropped to the floor and Max could see that the black panties that went with the bra on the floor were already partly wet. Apparently this was as exciting for her as it was for him. He didn't need much time to think. Sex with Marla was one of the few things that he would willingly sacrifice anything for.
'Yes. Please. I do want it.'
Marla put her arms around his neck and pressed her pussy against his cock. She moved her lips closer to his. Max prepared himself for the kiss he had spent a year dreaming about. At the final moment before their lips touched, Marla pulled her head back. It was impossible for Max to move his closer and he sighed loudly. Mischievously Marla smiled about how powerless her prisoner was.
'There is a condition, though: I am in complete control here.'
As if to seal the deal, Max succeeded with tremendous effort in bringing his lips to hers. Marla apparently understood the meaning of his kiss, as she aggressively reciprocated. Her tongue violently swept through Max's mouth and she brushed her pussy against his cock in a circular motion. After a few moments, she started to move away. When Max couldn't move his head forward any further, Marla kept his lower lip between her teeth. As Max opened his eyes and his lip was about to slip from her grasp, she bit through.
Max screamed and drew his head back in pain. He tasted his lip and saw a small speck of his blood on her lip.
'Aah! What the fuck did you do that for?'
Marla smiled and licked her lips. One of her hands moved from behind his head to his cock again. She looked into his eyes.
'I am in control. You bleed when I tell you to. You come when I tell you to. Do you understand? Or you can kiss all of this goodbye.'
Max sucked in the blood from his lip. He briefly hesitated, thinking that things were getting out of hand, but looking at Marla and feeling her hand stroking his erect rod convinced him that a little bit of craziness would be worth it. Marla turned around again and watched herself caressing Max's cock in the mirror.
'I understand.'
'And right now, I'm telling you not to come.'
She gripped his erect member more tightly and took a step forward, pulling Max's whole body forward with her. When the bounds didn't allow Max to move forward any further, she kept walking towards the mirror, changing her grip on his cock until finally she held only the head of his dick with her fingernails. Max was writhing in agony. Painful as it was though, her nails scratching over the tip of his cock also aroused him. Even her cruelty was all sex. Marla let go, turned around to him again and started rolling down her panties, revealing more and more of a thin line of pubic hair leading into the direction of her clit and the entrance to her pleasure cave.
With one finger on the tip, Marla pressed down Max's dick and swung one of her legs over it. She now stood right up against him with his raging cock along her pussy lips. Looking straight into his eyes, she started moving her wet cunt up and down his throbbing rod. Max could feel her getting wetter as she sped up her movements. But Marla wasn't the only one getting off on this. The movements of her pussy pressed against his erection turned Max on as well. He could feel it getting wetter and wetter as she moaned with pleasure.
Max could feel his orgasm coming and hesitated. Marla had told him not to come, but there would be little he could do with a woman like that riding up and down his cock. Something in his movements or his breathing must have shown Marla that he was about to blow his load, though. She suddenly stopped moving, took a step back and gave his stiff cock two hard taps with her outstretched hand. Max recoiled in pain. For now, his mind was off ejaculation.
'Didn't I tell you you were not to come?'
Marla stood with her back against the mirror again. For a moment Max looked down at his already recovering erection, but as Marla started rubbing her clit with one hand and fondling her breasts with the other, there was nothing he could do but look at her. She blushed with pleasure, closed her eyes and groaned. Just as Max thought there could never be a more erotic sight, she removed her finger from her pussy and moved it up. Over her belly, making a little circle around the belly button, between her gorgeous tits, and the up into her mouth. Marla seductively licked her wet finger, looked at Max and traced the way back down towards her pussy again, leaving a wet trail of spit and cunt juice. She started rubbing her clit now. For a moment Max stared at her angelic face with the look of complete pleasure on it. Then Marla started bumping her ass into the mirror on the rhythm of her belabored breathing. Her face reddened again and she started grunting. Max noticed a stream of liquid making its way down the inside of her trembling left leg.
Suddenly, Marla stopped rubbing her clit. For half a minute she stood against the mirror panting, then she walked up to Max. She showed him two wet fingers just inches before his eyes and then inserted them in his mouth. Max was delighted to finally taste her pussy, even if it was just from her fingers and not straight from the source. He licked her fingers until nothing of her sweet juice was left. As Marla tried to remove her fingers from his mouth, Max brought his head forward, just so he could taste her fingers for a few seconds more. She smiled at him seductively.
'You really want me that bad, huh?'
Marla was right. She was now in full control and Max realized that he would do anything for her. That he even would do anything for her if he hadn't been tied up. But for now, he was. He could only keep obeying and hope that eventually, she would release him and let him have his way with her.
'I do. I want you more than anything right now.'
'Good.'
She started slowly stroking his dick again and gave him a small peck on the cheek.
'But it's not your turn yet.'
Marla turned around and rubbed her ass against Max's hard cock.
Damn. Not his turn yet. He didn’t really know what that was supposed to mean, but he decided that it would be best to continue concentrating on pleasuring Marla and not blowing his load. If it wasn't his turn yet, that would have to mean that his turn would at some point come, right? He didn't want to ask Marla when his turn would come, because she was still the one calling the shots and he didn't want to appear too greedy with everything she could still give on his mind.
Max smelled Marla's hair. He could smell the shampoo she had used, but also the sweat of her body close to his, and her pussy juice. He bowed his head down to kiss her neck. She bowed her upper body down and out of his way. Max figured that she probably saw what he was trying to do in the mirror and tried to deny him this pleasure. Or that she maybe wanted to keep him from doing something that would take away from the idea that she was completely dominating him, and that there was no real affection between them. Either way, Marla stood bent over with her ass still pressed against Max's dick. She grabbed through her legs and wrapped her hand once more around his cock. Max didn't care about not getting to kiss her neck anymore now, as she pressed the tip of his rod against her moist pussy and let it slide in.
It now took all Max could do not to immediately come inside her. From the moment he saw that he was Marla's captive, he had been primed to blow. And nothing she had done since had failed to further excite him, including even the open handed slaps on his cock. Now she looked at him from the mirror, still slightly bent over.