International Adventures: Melody Does Scotland

I was on a tour through Scotland and the third night in we stopped at a
little town on the west coast called Ullapool.  Such a beautiful sleepy
little town, right on the water's edge, famous for its fish and chips.
Staying at a nearby hotel I was eager to see what nightlife was around
on a Monday night.  I had seen a sign on my way in advertising ‘mic
night' at The Argyle, so this is where I headed.  I walked into the pub
dressed in just jeans, black boots and fitted black knit jumper. It was
cool out and a clear moon-lit sky illuminated my walk. 

I headed straight to the bar, however, couldn't help but notice the
group of locals around the main table, all with their own instruments,
guitars, tambourines, shakers and bells.  They were singing folk songs,
and they sounded fantastic, not at all what I was expecting.  My eyes
in particular were drawn to one of the guitarists, he had long dark
brown hair, halfway down his back and a goatee. He wore jeans, white
shirt and boots and had a smile that would light up a room, which it
did.  He also had a fabulous voice which reverberated in my chest. 

I ordered my drink and sat down to enjoy the entertainment.  At first
they were playing and singing a lot of traditional Scottish songs, ones
that I did not know.  But as the night wore on and the crowd grew more
boisterous the songs became more recent and mainstream.  Everyone was
joining in at this stage, it was a true singalong!  Sitting at my table
just near the musicians, I also joined in and received several
acknowledging looks from the guitarist.  I kept wanting to catch his
eye and hold his stare, but he was too quick.  As the bell rang for
last drinks I resigned myself to the fact that it wasn't meant to be
and just sit back and enjoy the last few songs. 

The crowd started to break up and some of the musicians packed their
things and left.  My guitarist was still there, content to keep playing
and singing as long as someone was there to listen.  I gradually moved
around to his end of the table and by the end, it was just him and I
together.  By now I was holding his stare and we shared smiles while
singing familiar songs, in between which we introduced ourselves.  Now
my guitarist had a name, Steve. 

The bar had closed and the cleaning had finished, it was time to leave.
I walked out the back door with Steve while we shared stories about why
we were there, I was travelling around from Australia, he was a potter
from Glasgow.  We arrived at a cross-roads, I know I had to turn right
and Steve left.  It was now decision time, was anything going to happen
here?  I could feel a mutual attraction between us and the conversation
flowed so easily. 

Steve surprised me by asking if I liked cherries.  I loved cherries,
them being my favourite fruit and reminded me of fun family Christmases
back home.  So he grabbed my hand and we started walking left.  As we
walked we talked about everything and anything.  It was so refreshing
to find someone so easy to talk to and so easy to listen to.  In no
time at all, Steve stopped under a tree.  ‘Here, hold this' he said as
he handed me a small torch attached to his keyring, ‘now point it to
where I'm picking'.  We were under a cherry tree that was full and
heavy of the fruit.  We picked handfuls of cherries, eating and
spitting out just as many seeds.  No matter how many we ate there were
more to be picked!  Soon, Steve said we had plenty for our walk back
home and we headed off again.  I seemed to have more cherries than what
Steve ended up with and started feeding him the juicy fruit as we
walked along, the juice staining my fingers and dribbling down my hand. 

‘You're going to get that all over you.' Steve said, then took hold of
my hand and started licking my fingers clean.  The soft caress of his
tongue was enough to start my pussy throbbing, it had been too long
since I had felt the warmth of a man.  I hungrily watched as he licked
and sucked my fingers, then my palm, I couldn't take my eyes off his
tongue wishing it were elsewhere. 

He smiled at me then dropped my hand, ‘Come on, it's not far now' he
said and reluctantly I started walking again, keen to follow him
anywhere at this point.  Soon we were at his front door, crossing the
threshold.  Inside Steve led me to his lounge room and brought me
another drink. 

‘Would you like to hear another song?' he asked. I would love to be his
whole audience I told him, so he grabbed his guitar and started
strumming away.  I watched his hands, mesmerised by their rhythm and
his flexing muscles.  Surprisingly for a Scottish man, Steve was well
tanned, which was even more evident against his white tshirt.  I leaned
back in the lounge listening and watching him.  He smiled, I smiled,
who could resist a smile like that?  His eyes told me everything, he
was who he was, there was nothing to hide. 

After a couple of songs Steve put his guitar aside. ‘Do I finally get to
kiss you now?' he asked.  I smile again and sit up, leaning towards him
as my answer.  After a full night of fantasising our lips finally meet
for the first time, our tongues play and swirl with each other, like
dogs hunting for a scent.  It started soft and light, but gradually
growing more desperate and needing. I run my hands over his chest and
shoulders, imagining what they would look like naked.  Steve's hands
also ran over my back and up my neck, curling his fingers through my
hair.  I needed him so badly at this point and swung my leg around and
over his lap so I straddled him on the lounge.  I pressed into his
chest, my hands around the sides of his head and I kissed him
passionately with desire. 

Not even knowing me for 12 hours, Steve seemed to know exactly what I
needed, what turned me on.  He suddenly grabbed handfuls of my hair and
roughly pulled my head back so my throat was exposed to him and I was
looking up at the ceiling.  I moaned with delight as my breasts were
forced into him further still.  ‘Yeah, you like that baby?' he
whispered, and all I could do was moan again in ecstasy. He grabbed
again and pulled my head back further still, again forcing my breasts
into him but also causing my pussy to thrust against him.  I could feel
his hard cock through his jeans, which made my pussy throb even more
and start flowing.  God, how I needed him! 

Steve kissed my exposed neck, nibbling here and there with the
occasional nip causing me to squirm against him even more.  He made his
way down my neck to the neckline of my jumper, licking under the
material, always teasing.  I had to get these clothes off but I
couldn't move.  Steve still had one hand around my back pulling down on
my hair, but the other hand circled my waist drawing me into him harder
still, with his head buried in my breasts.  I rocked back and forth,
thrusting against his cock to try and release some of this pent-up
emotion in my pussy, but our jeans were just too thick. 

Steve suddenly picked me up and threw me back onto the lounge, this time
lying down on my back.  He was kneeling between my legs, staring down
at me.  ‘Did you want me from the moment you walked into the pub?' he
asked me as he started lifting my jumper up at the waist. 

‘oh, yes' I breathed ‘as soon as I looked into your eyes I knew it would
be you'.  He smiled and ripped my jumper off exposing my heaving
bra-enclosed breasts. 

‘And what did you want me to do to you once you had me?' Steve asked as
he licked and sucked his way down my stomach to my belt buckle. 

‘Everything and anything you wanted, I'm just in need of a good, hard
screw' I told him, thrusting my pussy up to meet his face. 

Steve pushed me back down by the stomach and had his hands around my
belt buckle, undoing it while looking me in the eye, with a teasing
smile on his face.  ‘So, anything you say?  You must be careful with
what you wish for!'  He busies himself with my button and fly, then
slowly removes my jeans over my boots.  ‘I think we'll leave these on
for now, that's my fantasy'.  I'm now only in my matching black lace
bra and thong with knee-high boots and loving his animalistic stare
taking in the sight.  I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter
under his stare, sure that he could see through my thong. 

Once his stare had been sated, Steve leans back over me from between my
legs, takes my hands and forces them up behind my head.  He kisses me
again on the lips, forcing his tongue into mine with a ferociousness
equal to that of a train into a tunnel, nothing can stop him, and
nothing would want to.  Steve takes both hands into one of his and the
other finds my bra cup and roughly pulls it aside to release my right
breast, nipple hardening against the cool night air.  He launches
himself at it, grabbing it in his mouth, tongue flicking at it to make
it harder still.  His teeth graze my flesh and lock onto my nipple,
pulling slightly away from me.  Pleasure and pain seem to shoot from my
nipple down into my pussy causing me to thrust sharply upwards and cry
out.  I hear him chuckle and move away so my thrust does not meet him,
teasing me evermore.  Still restraining my hands with his one, his
other hand moves on to my left bra cup and drags it away from my skin,
forcing  my breast out into the open.  He gets a surprise seeing my
piercing, then smiles at me stating ‘I knew you would like it rough
baby' before he latches on to my left breast sucking at my rock hard
nipple, pulling at my piercing with his teeth.  Again electric jolts
rush through my body as I thrust ever upwards needing attention on my
pussy. 

Suddenly Steve jumps off the lounge, picks me up and throws me over his
shoulder and carries me into his bedroom.  He throws me onto his bed
and straddles me so I cannot move.  We are in total darkness and I
cannot see a thing.  Steve has home court advantage and moves like a
cat in an alley.  Before I know it, he has both my hands handcuffed to
his bed and I am trapped. 

Now with both hands free Steve starts to explore my body, starting with
my shoulders, down my arms, back up to my breasts, one in each hand.
Sitting up, straddling me watching, staring.  My eyes are starting to
adjust to the dark now and I look up at him, totally under his command.
 He kneads my breasts, pinching my nipples as he watches me squirm and
eyes roll back, trying to thrust up into him but unable to move..  He
flicks at my nipples, which causes me to cry out in surprise, before
moaning in pleasure.  His hands trail further down my stomach and reach
my thong, finger tips teasing the skin underneath.  He runs his fingers
under the band around my stomach before stopping at the sides of my
waist.  He pulls my thong down slowly and over my boots while my legs
are straight up in the air.  He throws my thong away on the floor, then
parts my legs at the ankles and spreads them either side of him,
exposing my bald, wet engorged pussy and yet another piercing. 

‘My, my we are full of surprises!'  He traces his hands back up my legs,
over my thighs and up my stomach.  I am starting to breath deeply with
anticipation and desire.  He puts his whole weight on my shoulders and
stares into my eyes.  After what seems an eternity he again leans down
and kisses me hard and longingly. 

Pushing himself off me he kneels up and pulls his tshirt off over his
head.  In the dark shadows I can see the rest of him is just as
muscular as his arms are.  He moves backwards off the bed and while
holding my stare removes his jeans and boxers.  Finally I see him now
in all his glory, his hard cock as impressive as the rest of him,
springing up pointing at me, seemingly eager to see what awaits it. 

Steve again grabs my feet by the ankles, raises my legs up in the air
and spreads them.  I pull hard against my restraints in a futile effort
to get my hands onto his body, he merely laughs at my attempts.  My
breathing is getting deeper with anticipation as I watch him come
closer and closer until I can just feel the lightest touch of the tip
of his cock against my pussy, which was enough to get my juices flowing
even more.  Steve teases me by pushing his head into my pussy then
pulling out before fully penetrating me.  I was getting so frustrated,
but the anticipation was exhilarating. 

All the while Steve was laughing at me, he was enjoying watching my
frustration and desire grow by the second.  When he had tired of his
game instead of giving me what I so desperately wanted, he kept moving
further up my body until he had positioned his cock at my mouth.  I
eagerly opened my mouth and hungrily took him completely, licking,
sucking, nipping.  I was so sexually wound up I could satisfy myself
with anything at that stage. 

Steve grabbed the hair on top of my head and pushed my head back as he
thrust into my open mouth so that he had a great view of himself
penetrating me and could look me straight in the eye at the same time.
I struggled tokeep up with his thrusting and felt myself gag a couple
of times, but I think this just excited him even further.  I could feel
his body start to tense up as he came closer to coming.  He closed his
eyes and threw his head back, continuing to thrust all the while.  With
both hands he now grabbed my head and forced me to meet each of his
thrusts, forcing me to deep throat him.  He still had hand fulls of my
hair and pulled my head in all directions as he was completely taken
over by the moment. 

‘Oh, yes.   Yes, god, yes.  Suck it, suck it, harder. Oh fuck, yeah,
yeah, that's it!  Oh yeah, oh fuck, yeah Yeah, Yes Fuck God'  Steve
finally came, shooting his load into the back of my throat.  I had no
choice but to swallow the lot, not that I would have chosen it any
other way.  I had never been forced in such a way, and it totally
turned me on. I could feel myself wetter than I had ever been before. 

I kept sucking a while longer to clean Steve up, which only served to
make him hard again in minutes. 

‘Fuck me now, please. I can't stand anymore!'  I begged him.  He only
looked down at me and smiled smugly, but did start to move back down
the bed.  Again, he was down between my legs holding them open by my
ankles, straight up above the bed.  I was completely on show,
completely vulnerable.  I watched Steve's eyes travel over my naked
body, taking in every inch of me.  He slowly started to lick his way
down my right leg to the top of my thigh, before starting again at the
top of my left.  Again, reaching the top of my thigh, he moved closer
to my pussy, but never touching it.  He circled and teased me until I
couldn't stand it any longer.  When I thought I would die of
frustration I felt the first touch of his tongue on my clit, and his
breath against my wet slit.  His tongue was like a feather, barely
there.  He lightly passed his tongue all over me, never harder than the
first graze.  It was pleasure and pain all at once. I had never wanted
anyone so badly in my life and without any way of getting it, still
handcuffed to the bed. 

Suddenly, he dived straight in between my legs and forced his tongue as
far up me as he could.  It was such a shock my body couldn't handle the
amount of emotions that swam through my entire body.  My mind went
blank as I threw my head back and arched my back, thrusting my bare
breasts up into the dark room.  Without the use of my hands to hold his
head in place I wrapped my legs around steve and held him tight.  His
tongue quickly disappeared and he forced himself out of my embrace. 

‘I'm in charge here, do you understand?'  He said to me, the first words
Steve had uttered since cumming.  ‘You will not force me to do
anything.'  I nodded that I understood, just desperate to feel him
between my legs again.  Just to show me he meant what he said, Steve
gripped my nipples between his fingers and gave them both a tight
squeeze.  Pleasure and pain shot straight from nipples through my core
and down to my pussy.  Again I arched my back and thrust up with my
breasts, Steve just laughed, released me and slapped my left breast
before diving back down to my waiting pussy.  His hot breath was on my
just seconds before I felt his tongue once more slide into my waiting
hole, then start lapping at me, teasing my clit and playing with my
piercing.  I couldn't stop myself from thrusting down into his face to
increase the pressure on my clit, desperately wanting to cum. 

Steve then started to hum while applying his own pressure and the tingle
was like nothing I had ever experienced!!  It was like having a
vibrator, but so much better as there was also a tongue involved!  I
could feel my orgasm building and was bracing myself for the eruption
when Steve suddenly stopped. 

‘No!' I cried out. ‘You can't stop now!!!' 

Steve reached up and promptly slapped me across my left breast again
shooting another shot of pain through my body.  ‘What did I tell you?'
he asked me.  I whimpered in answer, slightly worried about who I've
gone home with, but honestly too horny to care. 

Steve then jumped up off the bed and walked out of his room, leaving me
restrained, helpless and wondering what the hell was going on. 

Steve finally came back with something in his hands.  He joined me once
again on the bed, kneeling over me.  He then showed me the scarf in his
hands.  ‘Because you can't be trusted, I'm going to blindfold you' he
told me. He tied the scarf around my eyes and everything went black.
I'm sure just for laughs he then grabbed and twisted my nipples again
to watch me squirm. 

Steve got back down between my legs and resumed teasing me, building me
up to near orgasm once again.  He hummed, licked, nipped, sucked and
pulled at me as I just got wetter and wetter.  I squirmed, bucked,
thrusted, moaned and rocked as he teased me no end.  Just when I
thought I was about to explode Steve moved away and left me high and
dry once more! 

Now that I couldn't see I had no idea  what he was up to, but I didn't
want to upset him again so just laid still, waiting.  I knew he was
still there on the bed and I could feel him moving around.  He was
inching his way closer, kneeling between my legs and I held my breath
waiting, anticipating for his cock to finally enter me.  I spread my
legs even wider and drew my knees up opening myself up completely to
him.  I thrust my pussy up to where I thought he would be, then I felt
his hands around my hips.  He massaged my hips for a moment, then
grabbed me roughly and pulled me down just as he thrust his rock hard
cock up into me.  We met with such a force that he bottomed out,
slapping his balls against my arse.  My breasts swung up and down with
our momentum.  Steve dug his hands deeper into my hips and fucked me
hard, pulling me down to meet every one of his thrusts.  I was crying
out with the pleasure of finally receiving the screw of my life, trying
to grab a breath each time Steve pulled out, only to be near-winded
again by each thrust in.  He pumped me and pumped me until I thought I
couldn't take any more when finally my building orgasm that had been
threatening for the past hour finally erupted and I screamed with
pleasure, gasping for breath until it had subsided.  I needed a break,
a rest to catch my breath, but Steve was having none of it.  He reached
up and slapped my breast again and again until I'm sure it was red with
his handprint outlined.  My nipple was stinging and my pussy was slowly
burning from his rough thrusting but still Steve didn't stop or even
slow down. He then grabbed my breasts in each hand and squeezed them as
hard as he could while continuing to pump me.  It was so tight my eyes
started to water beneath my blindfold and I was sure I would have
bruises in the morning.  Just asI thought Steve would go all night he
finally gave one more thrust deep inside me and held me there as his
body rocked with his second orgasm of the night. 

After I felt his last squirt pump into me, Steve pulled out and
collapsed on top of me.  He was covered in sweat and smelled of sex, a
combination that never fails to turn me on.  After his breathing
returned to normal Steve reached up and kissed me. 

‘I think I'll leave you restrained tonight, I'm not finished with you
yet'....

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