Things to do with wax when you're horny [mf] | 2016

It was an old girlfriend who had set me up with Maya. She said the two of us would be a good match. Sexually. It was all the explanation she gave me. Sitting at a small table across from Maya, surveying the ruins my braised short ribs, I was having a hard time figuring out what that old girlfriend meant.

Maya was thirty, but any bouncer who didn't ask that girl for her ID would soon be out of a job. Short dark hair, real pretty face, good boobs. But as our meal drew to an end, still playing coy. The hell with it. Enough beating about, I was told there would be a bird in that bush.

"Ever do anal?" "No!" "Oral?" "..." "Vaginal?" "Well, of course..." Of course, except she's been divorced and single for over a year now, and before that, well... when was the last time her husband had banged her?. "So what is it that you want?"

Her lacquered nail scratches at some invisible rip in the tablecloth as she considers her answer. The waiter walks over. "Coffee? Dessert?" No thanks, buddy, but I see the sidelong glance she gives him when he bends down to pick up the plates. "I want... to feel wanted." she says as he walks away. Well, no problem there, toots, there's about a hundred things I want to do to you right now.

I reach down under the table and push her skirt up to rest my hand on her thigh. Time to test how deep those waters are. I point to her small leather handbag and I throw a first pebble in the pond. "Tell you what, I'll take care of the bill here, and while I do that, you go freshen up in the restroom for a minute. When you come out, I want your tights and panties nicely folded and tucked neatly inside your purse" She gets up without so much as a word. Plenty deep.

The evening is cooling down quickly but thankfully my place is only a few blocks away. That's no accident. We walk silently side-by-side with my hand on her ass. My jeans can barely contain my excitement. In the dimly lit stairwell leading up to my apartment I don't wait any longer. I push her against the wall and press my body against hers. My thighs open her legs, my hands hike up her skirt and my mouth finds her neck, her chin, her mouth. We kiss hungrily, her breasts mashed between us, and when my fingers find her slit she's already dripping. A bit more kissing (ok, a lot more kissing) and I give her ass a squeeze and lead her upstairs.

"Your wrists ok?" "Mmm hmm" I don't know why I bothered with the restraints. She lies there so obediently with her legs spread wide I don't do up the ankles. I take a moment to admire my handiwork. Naked with her arms tied to the bedposts, nipples hard at attention, a tidy bush barely concealing the good stuff underneath, she's an angel craving a fuck. My hands grab at her sides, her breasts, her neck. She twitches every time I touch her. I grab her ankles and spread her legs even more. Hands go up between her legs, thumbs tracing close to the lips, pulling at them, opening them, her wetness seeping out. I need a drink.

I leave her simmering there for a minute while I go to the kitchen. Glass, ice, Jack. Calms the nerves. I've done this a dozen times before but I still get the shakes. She could probably use one too. Maybe later. I grab the candles.

She hisses between clenched teeth when the first drop of hot wax hits her skin. "Don't worry babe, it's not going to hurt... much." Here's my secret: those aren't actual candles. They're sticks of paraffin wax, the kind your grandma used to keep in her cupboards to seal her jars of delicious homemade jam. Got them at the grocery store and drilled them myself to put a wick in. Low melting point. That wax only stings.

It makes a wonderful effect though. The flame melts a hole at the top of the stick where the wax pools. Dip the candle a bit and whoosh! A nice splatter of gooey white stuff on pink skin. I hit her stomach, her thighs. I get a few drops to land around her nipples. When I sense her good and ready I pinch a nipple between my fingers and suck on it to get it nice and hard. She moans. I like that whimpery sound so I suck some more. With the nipple all wet and slick I pour a good squirt of hot wax over it. She bites her lip to muffle her groans. Don't worry doll, I'm looking out for you. I take an ice cube from my drink and press it against the erect nipple. She hisses again, like hot iron dunked in cold water.

More splashes on her stomach, then lower, the wax catching in her short pubic hair. I rub it in a bit, massaging her mons, getting the hair wet and sticky. She relaxes, breathes in and closes her eyes, and she melts a bit more, her juices a wet line between her lips.

My hand touches her pussy for the first time. She jumps. She's so wet two fingers go in to the knuckles without effort. In and out. In and out. She moans and shakes every time my fingers slide deep along the sensitive tissue of her pussy. After a few strokes I spread her lips wide, exposing her clit. The paraffin candle is still burning in my hand. She looks at me alarmed. "Not there!"

Don't worry doll, I said I'd look out for you. I throw her a curveball and instead of the wax, it's the ice that I put on her clit. Same effect. She yelps and recoils, in surprise rather than pain, and I must quickly drop everything to hold her ankles down. Should have used the restraints after all. Once she's calmed down I bend over her pussy and my tongue makes contact for the first time. She yelps again, and whimpers, and she arches her back to push her cunt against my tongue, really moaning this time.

I don't stay there long, not yet, even though her body is begging me to. The ice cube is mostly melted now. I bring it to her mouth and hold it against her lips. It probably still tastes of her. I don't know, I didn't try it. Her tongue comes out to lick at it and she takes it all in her mouth where it quickly disappears.

My fingers reach inside her again, rubbing, probing. I look at her squirming, her body covered in white splotches. "Look at yourself." She cranes her neck to see. "What does that look like?" She hesitates. Doesn't want to say it. I dip a finger into one of the pools of hardened wax and rub it around. It's still warm, and slick against her skin. "Does that look like cum to you?" She won't say it, but her pussy clenching around my fingers is all the answer I need. It sure looks like cum to me. My fingers reach inside her, deeper, more insistent. She pushes back against them. "You know what you look like?" Her head falls back against the pillow, her eyes close and she raises her knees to rock her hips back and forth. "A slut. You look like a dirty little slut." She grunts her agreement and arches her back to bury my fingers inside her. "You look like a dozen men walked in here and jerked off over your naked body. Their cum splattered all over you, all warm and sticky. All over your dirty little body. Like a perfect little slut."

I have two fingers inside her and I add a thumb against her clit. We're really going at it now. I rub quickly and she bucks and writhes under my hand. "That's what you want, isn't it? I saw the way you looked at that waiter. You would like nothing more than for him to walk in here, right now, and have his way with you. Him and a dozen others." She moans in agreement after ever question, every sentence. "You want them to walk in here and find you like this, tied and helpless, and have their way with you." Another moan. "You want them to jerk off to the sight of you naked and leave hot cum all over your body." Louder, her hips pushing furiously against each thrust of my fingers. "You want them to stick their cocks in your mouth. You want a cock in your mouth and another one shoved deep between your legs." Her moans almost a shout, sounding distinctly like y-y-y-y. Her hands clutch the chains that tie her wrists to the bedposts, and all the while she's still pushing and bucking at my fingers inside her. ""That's what you want, isn't it. You want to be fucked. You've gone so long without it, you can't wait anymore. You want to be filled and fucked. You want to be filled and fucked by a dozen different men, like a dirty little slut, isn't that right?" I suddenly withdraw my fingers from her pussy. I keep still, waiting, my fingers motionless and just out of reach of her cunt, barely grazing the wet skin. She's still bucking, desperately trying to fuck my fingers, but she bites her bottom lip in defiance. "Tell me" "Mmm Hmm!" "Tell me." "Yes!" "Yes what?" "I want your cock..." Better, but I wait a moment longer. She knows what I'm after. "Please can you fuck me?". Now that wasn't so difficult, was it doll? When you ask nicely like that, really that's all the invitation I need.

I undress and I grab a rubber from the bedside table. I slide it on so quickly you'd think I've got a gun to my head. She moans so loudly when I enter her she screams when my hips smash into her thighs. Yeah, that's it, moan and scream, doll, my neighbors can go fuck themselves. She's tight but she's so wet I barely feel a thing through the latex. I pound her fiercely. She bucks and she pushes her hips back against mine, and she moans and squeals and whimpers. I grab her legs up and fuck her hard and each thrust pushes her higher and higher against the headboard. I lean into her to undo the restraints. With her hands free she curls up against me and grabs my ass, her legs high, her knees bent against my sides, and she pushes me hard into her pussy.

I reach for her mouth and we kiss. It's wet, it's sloppy, there's drool everywhere. We don't care. My hands grab at her breasts and pull at her nipples. She whimpers and moans even more. Her fingernails trace lines of fire up and down my back. I grunt and I thrust harder. The room feels hot and damp, our bodies hot. My fingers glide easily over her sweaty skin, from nipple to ass, spreading her cheeks and feeling her clench tight against me.

Her orgasm is intense. First with her body clutching mine and I feel her rocking and shaking. Then she lets herself crash down on the bed and more and more waves hit. She shivers with each peak and whimpers with each trough.

Now it's my turn. I can't wait any longer. I curse at the latex as I rip it off. I jerk myself furiously above her, her body still limp, her orgasm over but not yet recovered from. Arms by her side, legs spread, pussy wet and glistening. I come in thick ropes that land on her stomach and her breasts, white against the white wax. That'll be a hell of a mess to clean up.

What else? What do you do after a fuck like that? I get her a towel. I get her a drink. I raise my glass to her tits covered in wax and cum. Then I get ready for round two.