The Lock

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

God! It’s only 1:25, I can’t believe how fuckin’ slow this ridiculous lecture is going. Who really cares about the social impact of global warming on some half-assed, sub-tropical Central American country?

The only thing that keeps my interest at all this afternoon is the tiny little ribbon-like material that runs across the lower back of that sexy blond who sits diagonally in front of me. She’s always there, showing off her magnificent body. She knows how much it excites me. Her exposed thong rests on top of her beautifully tanned hips, just below her purple flowered tattoo, a short ways above her faded blue denim mini skirt. Where it ties in the back, there is a small cluster of tiny white pearls. Half a dozen of the little pale beads continue down the satin strand that disappears between those luscious rounded globes. God, she has a spectacular, tight, little ass!

I imagine letting my tongue follow that narrow scarlet runway down into the darkness. There’s a s*x charged tingle in my balls, and my c**k starts to swell as I imagine what lies below. With my hands firmly grasping each firm cheek, I could linger a moment or two at her dark little ass bud before inching my way ever so slowly along to her musky, sweet s*x slit.

Her nicely trimmed bush is hidden within the smooth, silky fabric of her thong, but it doesn’t matter. I rub my nose up and down along that ever-moistening special spot, getting her hotter and hotter.

My tongue unconsciously swirls around in my mouth as I think about her tight, moist p***y. I adjust my c**k a little, as it continues to grow, getting ever harder and harder.

As my daydream continues, she looks back at me. Could she possibly know what thoughts were exciting me so? Does she realize that I am fantasizing about having s*x with her – right here in the lecture hall? Slowly I open my lips and my tongue glides across my upper lip, not much, but just enough to let her know what I am thinking. A little grin and a silent chuckle acknowledge my thoughts.

She turns away and my mental game continues. I imagined being tied to my bed, tightly spread-eagle and unable to move, while she straddles my chest, letting her magnificent snatch grind slowly upon my face. She would swirl her sexy treasure across my nose and let my tongue probe deeply into her hot, lusty t**t. I’d lay there helplessly as she’d squeeze my balls and rub my rock-hard c**k between her palms. Her fingernails would dig in, leaving long almost visible red trails up and down my s*x shaft. Hours would go by. My tongue would bring her off so many times. She’d shake and moan and I’d drink from her fountain, over and over again, while she kept me forever on the edge, never letting me blow. I’m her slave and don’t deserve that right.

Suddenly the bell rang. Everyone got up to leave the hall and I sat there with a raging hard-on. “You coming?” she asked.

As I started to get up, she noticed. A long ridge of hard, hungry c**k showed obscenely obvious in my skinny tight-fitting jeans.

“What you been thinking about?”

“You and that tiny red thong,” I responded.

“Too bad, but you’re going to have to wait. I’ve got a chem lab for the next two hours this afternoon.”

“You could skip it, you know?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

We took our time and were the last ones to leave the lecture hall. As the heavy oaken doors closed in front of us, she leaned up against them, so we were there, all alone. Annie’s hand rubbed against my bulging crotch, exciting me even more.

“You’re always so damn horny.”

“You make me that way,” I replied.

Slowly she reached down, lifting her skirt just enough to peal that small sliver of scarlet satin from her slender hips. I couldn’t believe what she was doing. Now beneath her micro-pleated denim skirt there was nothing left but bare, sizzling, hot flesh. Slowly she brought the strings of silk to my lips and then rubbed them across my nose.

“What excited you more, these or me?”

I just stood there speechless, as she looked me in the eyes. I never said a word but reached beneath the extra short hem and let my fingers twirl slightly into her natural blond pubes before running down between her ever-moistening lips.

“The cute little thing those panties cover,” I whispered.

“Good answer.”

She rose up on her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on my lips. Both of my hands slid under her skirt and firmly grasped her smooth, bare ass cheeks. Finally, she opened the door. “Gotta run… See you at the party tonight. Love ya….”

“But what about these?” I asked as I stood there clutching her tiny panties.

“Don’t need ‘em,” she announced as she playfully shook her ass down the hallway.

I brought my slightly moist fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of young p***y, mixed with some sweet floral fragrances brought my c**k up another notch.

“God, what a body,” I whispered to myself. I could only imagine her spending the rest of the day with absolutely nothing underneath her tiny little skirt. Bare ass cheeks, a naked little p***y and magnificent long legs exposed to the world.

I stood there and watched her disappear. After a while, my hungry, unsatisfied c**k was slowly deflating but the surge of hot, s*x-charged blood still lingered. Unconsciously I brought her sexy smelling thong back to my nose and inhaled deeply. I could feel that rush once more. I knew what I wanted tonight, but it wouldn’t happen. There was no way of revealing to her my strange obsession with bondage. She wouldn’t understand. How could I ask her to tie me up and then use me for her own pleasure? Sure, I can eat her sweet snatch and pound my c**k into her p***y, but I cannot ask her to use the ropes and chains to tie me up tight, making me helpless and craving her abuse. She’d think I’m crazy. However, maybe I am.

My classes were done for the day, so I headed back to my apartment. It was just a short ways downtown. I shared a place with three other guys on Maple Street not far from the frat and sorority houses. Even though I never rushed any of the fraternities, I was always invited to their parties, and tonight was no exception. Tonight the sisters of Pi Delta Phi were hosting a beer bash that I wouldn’t miss.

The apartment was empty when I got home. My roommates all had classes that would run ‘til four or five o’clock, so I was alone. It wasn’t long before I was lying naked on my bed and running every inch of Annie’s thong through my fingers. As I lay there sniffing and fondling my new silky treasure, my c**k rocketed to a full erection and was ready for takeoff. I counted the little pearls and closely examined the moist, little stain left from her earlier thoughts. I knew that she was thinking of my long, hard c**k, just like I was mentally doing her earlier today. She wanted me too.

I savored her slight musky scent as I left the little patch of red draped across my nose. With every deep breath, the rush continued. The fingers of my left hand gently massaged my c*m-filled balls as I started to slowly jack off with the other.

My hand firmly slid up and down my long rigid shaft. I squeezed a little tighter and increased the speed. Up and down, up and down, harder and harder. I can already feel my balls gyrating with s****l pleasure. This isn’t going to take very long, I thought. God I’m so horny. A few more strokes and I’ll blow. The continued motion brought me ever closer to my ultimate pleasure. My hand squeezed tighter, and I jerked off harder and harder. I love it when I squeeze so hard it causes some hot friction with a little discomfort and pain.

I beat my long c**k so hard that I knew I’d be slightly sore for a couple of days, but it didn’t matter. I like it that way. Besides, I need the pain with my impending pleasure. My balls were tingling and getting so close to blowing when I heard someone outside my bedroom door.

“Who’s there?” I yelled as I stopped and listened, leaving my c**k teetering right there on the very edge. There was no answer. Was I hearing things? No, someone was definitely out there. I wondered if they heard me. As I looked up, I realized that I had left the door slightly ajar. They didn’t have to hear me; they could have seen me jerking off right there in plain sight.

I quickly threw the thong under my bed and sat up. My blue jeans were next. With one sweeping motion, I pulled them up and headed for the door, buttoning them as I went. To my surprise, no one was there. I looked around, but I was alone. The apartment was totally empty. It was just me and a semi-erect pecker.

After looking around, I checked the front door. It was locked, but I was sure I heard someone.

Finally, I returned to my room grabbed my tee shirt and sandals and headed out. After all, it was Friday. With a couple of hours to kill, I headed downtown to my favorite store, Over 21 Books. Before heading back home, I would spend a while looking at the videos and picking up the latest issues of some bondage and female domination magazines that I enjoyed.

A few cars were in the parking lot when I arrived. There were a few other guys browsing the store, but it was a little early. After adding a few bucks to my card, I headed into the solitude of a darkened booth to watch some videos.

The first film was a gay flick. A blond guy was swallowing another guy’s enormous hairless d**k. He was deep threading over ten inches of dong, but since it wasn’t my thing, I moved on.

The next scene on the small screen showed a guy strapped over a bondage horse with a beautiful leather-clad Mistress viciously beating her victim’s ass with a bamboo cane. He was helpless and totally at her mercy, but there was none.

My eyes were immediately drawn to his unprotected ass cheeks as the cane made its violent contact. I could hear the swish of the long, thin wooden pole. The loud smack at impact made his muscles immediately react to the pain, as the bamboo switch seemed to imbed itself deeply into his tender flesh. My c**k jumped as she drew her hideous weapon away, leaving an angry red crease across both of his trembling cheeks. Her poor, helpless victim let out a deep agonizing moan while yanking and bucking against the bonds, but the thick leather straps around his ankles and wrists held him there awaiting her next sadistic blow.

“How many strokes of my beautiful cane did I promise you slave?” she yelled as she cruelly yanked his head up by his hair.

I could barely hear his undecipherable response as she pulled his head further back.

“That’s right, s**t head. I promised you a hundred extremely painful strokes with my lovely cane. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Isn’t that what you asked for? Let’s see. You got on your knees and begged me for one hundred lashes, as hard as I could, so you wouldn’t be able to sit down for at least a week. That’s right, isn’t it? Well, that’s just the beginning.”

There was a lustful stirring in my balls as I stared in awe at that wonderful sight. I undid my jeans and let my c**k spring to a full, unrestricted erection. My undivided attention was on the young male’s ass as the cane sliced through the air once more. I knew he heard it coming. I could see his muscles tighten just before the loud smacking impact. He shook in his bonds as the cruel switch bit deeply into the tender crease where his thighs met his ass. That one hurt far worse than the one before it. I could tell from his reaction.

For more than fifteen minutes, I watched in sheer desire as she left dozens of angry, deep red rising welts across his butt. So many of these flicks were so fake, but this one was real. He took the full force of every blow and suffered for his Mistress. I envied him so. I would have given anything to change places with him, to be strapped over that horse so tight I couldn’t move and feel every agonizing stroke of her cane. I wanted to experience her violent wrath. It was so exciting. God, I wanted it so much.