There wasn’t really anything that he felt like doing. Well, there was one thing, but... You need another person to do that with. Which was the whole problem. There wasn’t anyone. Sure, he could go to the beach, or the club to look, but they were never interested. He wanted someone different. Someone who didn’t look like the standard girly type model from the teen magazines, which were so popular. Someone adventurous, willing to try things they’d never tried before. It’d be a bonus if they had tried them, and even better, liked them.
Closing his eyes, Mike began to daydream...
He’d walk into the club, dressed entirely in black. Black suit, black shirt, black tie, black boots, black glasses and; black lips. Just to add to the effect. She’d be sitting at the bar, sipping wine. Red, preferably. Wearing a tight red dress, a size too small, her large breasts would look as though they’d be about to pop out of their enclosure. It would only reach half way down her thighs, showing off her perfect legs.
As he neared her, she would lick her bright red lips slightly, and brush her long brown hair from her face. He’d only need to wink at her, and she’d leave with him, her red stilettoed feet clicking against the hard tiled floor.
Mike would lead her to the transport; his motorbike. Knowing full well that she’d have difficulty mounting, he’d climb on himself as he watched her hike up her dress in order to straddle the seat behind him. He’d catch a glimpse of her red lace panties, and suspect that they were already damp.
Once she was settled and holding on tight, Mike would speed off into the traffic, dodging the traffic as he weaved in and out of cars and running through the red lights. They’d arrive at his place in less than fifteen minutes, but that fifteen minutes would leave a wet spot on the leather.
Leading her inside, he’d pull her into a long fiery kiss, discarding her panties all the while. He wouldn’t have to worry about interruptions, since this was his own pad, decorated to his specific tastes. Only a select few would be allowed inside to see the leather, dark wood and silk covered furniture, and the erotic artwork framed and hanging on the walls. Even fewer people would be allowed in the bedroom.
He’d slip one, two, then three fingers into her, pumping them steadily as he rubbed her little bud. She’d moan into his ear, thrusting her hips in accordance to his manipulations. Before she came, he’d abruptly withdraw, earning Mike a glorious groan of desire. Grinning at her, he’d lead her through the house and into the master bedroom.
Closing the door behind him, Mike would hear a gasp of awe as she gazed around. Straight ahead was the bed. It would be king sized four posters, with black silk, satin and leather coverings. Attached to each poster were stainless steel shackles and nylon ropes. The wall would have several hooks protruding, each a different height and spot from the other. To the left would stand a large wooden bookcase, though books were not its main occupant. The bottom shelf was full of books, old and new. The other shelves would be covered in toys. Dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, ropes, whips, paddles, clamps, chains, blindfolds, masks and anything else you could think of.
Mike would push her to the bed, and promptly secure her there using the shackles. She’d struggle a bit, testing her binds. Moving over to the toy shelf, he’d carefully select a large pair of scissors. He’d tease her with them first, circling her clit, and carefully pushing them inside her. When he was ready he’d cut the dress off her squirming body.
His cock would be straining by now, so he’d quickly strip. Stroking himself lightly as he took another trip to the shelf, Mike would return and attach a clamp to each taut nipple. She’d moan loudly and Mike’d take that opportunity to feed his erection into her open mouth. As he thrust his hips down her throat, he’d reach over and tease her clit. Light strokes, barley touching the tip, making her attempt to arch upwards. Suddenly he’d pinch hard and she’d squeal, making Mike cum with a moan.
Moving off of her, Mike would return from the shelf with a small whip and a large dildo. Slowly, he’d ease the dildo into her soaking pussy while circling her anus with the handle of the whip. She’d moan and squirm, begging for release. With a sharp crack, the whip would land across her left breast, and then her right. Crying out in pleasure or pain – he couldn’t decide, Mike’s cock would begin to stir.
He’d hit her several times, the last few directed at her slit. These ones would earn the loudest screams. His erection would now be throbbing. Withdrawing the dildo from her vagina, Mike would massage the tip at the entrance of her ass. She’d gasp and moan as he eased it into her. After a few strokes, Mike would slam his cock into her. She’d cry out in ecstasy as he fucked her hard and fast.
He’d slam into her with abandon, grunting and groaning with pleasure as he listened to her screams and felt the dildo in her ass rubbing against him. Their bodies would be slick with sweat, and Mike would kiss and bite her lips and breasts as he thrust into her. They’d both cum loudly, yelling with pure bliss and gasping for breath...
Mike opened his eyes, panting. His shorts were at his ankles, with one hand holding his cock. There was cum splattered over the magazine and his shirt. He looked around the pad. No one was there. He was lucky.
Pulling up his shorts and sitting up, Mike swung his legs over the side of the couch and took off his shirt. The magazine would have to go.