Pleasing Lydia

I cannot believe that I am doing this. Twenty four hours ago, I did not imagine that I would find myself with my naked butt on a velvet cushion, my legs hanging at the sides of a stool and my hands tied behind my back. Hold on. I better start from the beginning.
My name is Lydia. Actually this is my alter ego's name in what concerns my sexual activities. I live a happy life but...You see I have two problems:
-I love men. I love their bodies, their voices, their smell and of course their cocks. My ultimate fantasy is to be tied between two strong men who will please me until I am unable to move and;
-I need to share my erotism with as many as possible, reason why I post videos on xHamster.
Please don't misunderstand me. I am not a slut and I have decided that I will never meet with anyone who sees the videos I post on xhamster. On the other hand, I crave for male attention and admiration. I need to feel desired in any kinky way possible. My alter ego is indeed a slut. You see, the comments and dirty messages get me all hot and bothered and encourage me to get bolder.
Through my videos I found myself being the object of fantasies of hundreds of men, from all around the globe. Thinking that all those men were getting off, looking at my naked body, drove me crazy. I could not sleep at nights imagining that, even during my rest hours, many men drooled over my pictures.
My videos were the talk of town. Only that 'the town' was the entire world. Men from every country were rushing to admire me on their PC screens, writing to me and praising me. My inbox at the site was brimming with messages of fantasies, desires and 'tributes' to me. I was their favourite fantasy and I just loved it.
Of course, I was always careful not to reveal my face or any personal information. After al, I would let nothing disturb my life. I was just having some innocent fun, or so I thought.
Most of the messages I received were detailed descriptions of what men wanted to do to me. They turned me on, but I was slowly becoming impervious to all that stuff. Yet, there was one exception. A man, who politely introduced himself as 'Alex' was different. His messages, describing his own fantasies, were polite but at the same time incredibly arousing. In his fantasies, my pleasure was always his main goal. He was telling me of places he wanted to take me, wonders to show me, exotic tastes and perfumes he dreamed of sharing with me and of tender, passionate love-making he wanted to please me with.
Day by day, I was getting enthralled inside his fantasies. I could not resist checking my mail, several times every day, craving for his messages. He never failed to impress me with something new and exciting. After seeing his pictures showing a handsome, well endowed man, I could not rest. I was his fantasy and he also became mine. I was caught in his web and I did not want to be freed from it.
One day, he shyly mentioned his deep desire of meeting me. I felt torn between myself and Lydia. I, the free spirit, would never meet with another man. Lydia, on the other hand, was restless. She absolutely wanted to meet this magnificent male.
At the end, Lydia and I struck a deal. She would meet him, wearing a mask and he would not be allowed to touch her. She would anyhow not be allowed to touch him, since her hands would get restrained the moment they would meet. I replied offering those terms. He accepted immediately.
A few days later, he informed me that he had booked a suite in the most expensive hotel in my town. He said that the key would be at the reception, so that I could enter the room before him and promised not to hide and try to spot me entering the hotel. I had already gone too far not to believe his promise.
Dressed in a white shirt, black mini skirt, transparent black stockings and wearing nothing under my skirt, I arrived in the room. In the light shed by three candles, I saw a deep armchair facing a stool, arranged in the middle of the suite’s living room. On a little table, by the stool, an opened bottle of Dom Pérignon was standing next to a champagne glass. On the stool, over a velvet cushion rested a long-stemmed baccarat rose. The whole setting turned me on, leading me to unbutton two of the four buttons of my shirt.
Guessing that this was my place, I sat on the stool, fixing the mask on my face. The stool’s cushion was perfumed in a wonderful rose fragrance that filled nicely my nostrils. I almost immediately recognised the rose perfume produced in Florence by the Santa Maria Novella apothecary, the inventors of cologne. Lydia may be a slut, but a classy one at that.
Waiting for him to arrive, I served myself some champagne and sat comfortably, crossing my legs. As the champagne started hunting away the last of my inhibitions, I saw the suite door open.
Alex appeared before me dressed in an elegant dark suit, white shirt and a dark tie. He slowly entered closing the door behind him and silently stood facing me. In the dim candle light he looked ravishing, making my heart beat fast. I could feel my cheeks blushing and my hand almost crushing the delicate champagne glass.
Giving me an enchanting smile he said:
'Thank you for meeting me, Lydia. I trust you found all this satisfactory?'
Not trusting my voice I simply nodded.
Bending slightly forward he told me:
'You look magnificent. Seeing you in person, I honestly think that your pictures don't do you justice. I guess that the camera that would capture your beauty has not yet been invented'.
I cleared my throat hoping that my reply would not sound as a croak.
'Thank you, Alex. You also look impressive'.
He accepted my compliment with a nod. 'Nothing compares to a woman's beauty, although I must confess that ancient Greeks did a good job in demonstrating masculinity with their sculpture. On the other hand, Venus of Milo would blush of jealousy seeing your beauty'.
See what a man I am talking about? So refined!
'As you know,' he continued, 'I have been for long dreaming of admiring and pleasing your beauty. Let's see if I can prove myself worthy of your trust in me'. With that, he tied my hands behind my back with ropes made of some kind of velvet tissue.
Sitting on the armchair, he slowly began untying his tie.
Mesmerised, I stared at his big, elegant fingers untying painfully slow his tie. My mind was racing from the desire to get up and touch his hands to help him speed this process. I grabbed hold of the stool’s velvet cushion to control my hands' tremble.
Gazing lovingly at me, he casually dropped the tie down. I took a deep breath not having realised that, all this time, I was holding my breath.
'I love your outfit. It matches perfectly mine. What were the odds?' he asked smiling. Unbelievable, he could already read my thoughts!
'I thought that a dark suit would fit the occasion' he commented. 'After all it is our official introduction. It feels rather hot in here, don't you think?' he asked and getting up, he began taking off his jacket.
Alex is tall. He had told me that he practiced basketball and I saw that with his size it did make sense. When he threw his jacket away I noticed that the shirt could not hide his powerful shoulder muscles. The thought of those shoulders made me involuntarily moisten my dry lips. I did not dare to take my eyes of him and not able to see my hands, I was certain that my knuckles had turned white from the force I was applying while holding the cushion.
'How interesting. We both wear white shirts. Yours shows perfectly your long elegant neck. I wish I was kissing it now,' he murmured.
I wished I could bring my fingers to the sides of my neck. To my surprise, I felt goose bumps covering it. The thought of his lips on my neck made me shiver.
'I would, of course, not limit myself to just kissing your neck. I would lick it both at the sides and in the front and back. You must taste heavenly,' he said.
At those words a warm, burning feeling, starting from my loins, spread through my entire body. I could feel wetness forming down there. What was he doing to me?
'I wish I could spend hours licking and kissing the back of your neck and your spine,' he went on, starting to unbutton his shirt. When his hands reached at the height of his nipples, he passed his hands slowly over them.
I felt my own nipples get suddenly hard, pushing out the shirt fabric. 'Look ma, no bra'!
God, why were my hands restrained? In my mind, my hands were cupping my breasts. I was already breathing faster imagining my fingers pinching my erect nipples over my shirt.
'I see that your perfect nipples are hard. Imagine me softly blowing on them darling,' he said, making me jolt from a sudden spasm. Both my breasts jumped up, pushing the shirt’s fabric to its limits.
'On your pictures I spotted a long, blue vein, running along your left breast. I would love to pass my lips lightly over it, mmm,' he said, resuming his shirt unbuttoning.
That did it. Since I had previously unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt, all I had to do was to bend my torso long enough for my breasts to jump out.
'Yes, that's what I am talking about. Imagine my lips over that vein' he said tenderly.
I could feel blood rushing through that vein, giving me more goose bumps. I always considered that vein as an imperfection and here I was, learning that it was an object of desire.
'Your breasts are so perfect. I have spent days dreaming of my lips kissing their soft, tender skin and sucking your big nipples,' he pointed out, gazing lustily on my breasts. The thought of his face on me made me shiver uncontrollably and a soft moan escaped my lips.
'Oh yes, darling. I would bury my face between those beauties tasting them and inhaling your skin's scent,' he continued. My breasts were on fire. I could feel my nipples burn from desire to feel his teeth gently bite them.
Slowly taking off his shirt he looked from my breasts to my eyes and asked 'I hope you would not mind should I gently bite your nipples?'
My whole body jolted as if I was electrocuted. How on earth could he feel how I felt? I never imagined that such a person existed and yet, there he was, standing before me.
His bare chest was before me, reflecting the candle light. He was not overly hairy and I could not avoid admiring his muscled torso. He did look like an ancient Greek athlete.
'I have long imagined our bodies touching; my nipples touching yours,' he said, sensually caressing his own nipples. I had to pin myself down, fighting against my desire to jump up and taste his body.
'Holding your body against mine is a fantasy that has kept me company for endless nights,' he murmured, flexing all his muscles. An involuntary moan escaped my lips again. I wanted so much to run to him and let him hug me inside his strong arms. My hands were practically destroying the cushion.
He sat down and removed his shoes and socks, revealing his elegant feet. He looked at me, playfully wiggling his toes. I saw him smirk mischievously, while staring to unbuckle his belt. My tongue darted out, once more, licking my lips. Much good did it do. My whole mouth felt completely dry.
Unzipping his trousers, he placed his hands at the buckle and lifting his hips up, he started pushing down both his trousers and boxers. Before revealing his pubic area, he stopped and looked at me, lifting an eyebrow. I realised that I was frozen, with my hands nervously torturing the cushion, while looking breathlessly at his crotch.
I hurried to compose myself taking a deep breath. As I was getting ready to wear a smug expression style 'big deal', I realised that my hands had moved, oh Lord, to the zipper behind my mini skirt. Without thinking, I managed to lower it enough so that, the moment I stood up it fell at my feet. Was I under a spell?
Lifting my eyes from my skirt, I saw him pushing his trousers down. His erect cock sprang out of his pants, pointing at the ceiling. Seeing it, slim, hard and so beautiful, I heard myself utter a long sigh. I could not take my eyes off his cock. I dreamed of my fingers suddenly touching my external labia. God, things were getting fast out of control.
I heard Lydia's voice whisper in my ear 'Enjoy it baby. That's what we came for, right?'
Alex threw down his trousers and sat comfortably facing me. With the external side of his palms, he started slowly caressing his internal thighs. I could see his breath get faster and his cheeks getting all blushed. I was not in a better shape. I could feel my pussy being all warm and moist.
Smiling at me, he hefted with one hand his heavy balls and touched his nipple with the other. I could see that, touching his balls, made his cock jump higher. With each inhale, I could feel my breath drying my open mouth and throat and all I could do was to lick my lips repeatedly.
Abandoning his balls, he passed the exterior of his palm along his shaft until it reached the tip. He slowly pulled back his foreskin, exposing a round, pink cock tip, glistening from precum. Since I adore the taste of precum, I bent my body forward, as if I could lick it clean. Luckily he was no more looking at me. He looked at his cock and holding it in one hand, touched a finger of the other hand to its slit, giving me the opportunity to compose myself. I let you judge how composed I looked sitting butt naked with a dripping pussy...
Alex started rubbing his juices on the cock tip and suddenly, looking straight at me, he brought his wet finger to his lips.
'Mmmm, it tastes nice. But I guess you already know this,' he murmured. He was in my head again! 'Get out of my head, you brutal, wonderful man,' my mind screamed. Instead of speaking my mind, I gave him a faint smile, since my whole being was torn between his cock and my fingers that were wiggling between the rope’s coils.
'Lydia darling, I love your beautiful pussy lips. I dream of caressing them like this,' he told me, rubbing his foreskin between his fingers. I desperately wanted one of my pussy lips between my own fingers to pull and rub it. The feeling I knew all too well made me gasp.
'How I would love to suck those velvet lips and have them fill my mouth,' he said, rubbing his cock tip. This was too much. I spread my legs wide, letting him admire my pussy lips and see how wet I was.
I would stick my tongue deep inside you to lick those sweet juices,' he said, starting to stroke his beautiful cock. If I cannot touch you, let me at least offer you something else,' he suddenly said.
He got up and standing over me, he squeezed his cock, letting a big drop of precum fall right on my clit. I almost blacked out, feeling his juices on my swollen clit. Between half closed eyes, I saw him returning to his place. There, one hand cupping his balls, he started stroking with long strokes his dripping cock.
My clit was on fire. I needed to please myself watching this wonderful male pleasing himself over me. My naked butt was on the cushion and my pussy was totally exposed before his dazed eyes.
All I could do was to ride the cushion under me trying to please myself. He moaned loudly and started stroking himself faster. By now, we were both breathing heavily.
'Lydia baby, instead of that cushion, imagine my cock rubbing your clit. Imagine my cock stretching you, deep inside you and those balls slapping your pussy lips,' he said between moans. My moans, mixed with his, making a symphony of love. I knew that were both nearing the end.
He started stroking his cock with two hands, one running along his shaft and the other rubbing the tip. I could see juices flowing freely between his fingers.
As for myself, I was frantically dancing on my clit rubbing it on the wet cushion.
'I am going to cum for you my love,' he suddenly said and getting up, he swiftly crossed the distance between us. He stood over my foot, dangling from the stool and resumed stroking his cock fast and hard. His mouth opened wide and with a snarl, he started covering my stockings with spurts of his warm cum.
Feeling his cum on my legs was the last push that threw me over the edge. I found myself deep in a dark tunnel, its walls racing around me. Closing my eyes, I let a wild orgasm rake my whole body. My back arched and I felt myself explode, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw him on his knees before me, breathing heavily and marvelling at me.
'God, I wish I could lick you clean now' he murmured.
Without thinking, I answered 'What are you waiting for?'
As his tongue went deep inside me, Lydia and I thought, 'Licking is not touching, right?'
Finally, we both agreed on something!