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The Next Stage She tested the restraints, gripping them with her palms and tugging. She smiled to herself as she found them deliciously secure: no matter how intense and prolonged her orgasms she knew she could writhe and pull and remain secure. She sighed deeply and let herself go limp, feeling her backside cool against the Egyptian cotton sheets as she waited for the next strange turn of events. . . . A pause . . . she sensed that there was someone else in the bedroom. She gasped inwardly as she felt her knickers being cut and removed, the cool air on her shaved pussy and the knowledge that someone was studying her naked sex and she not know who made her feel deliciously naughty. She waited and felt her body responding to the tension and delay. The bed moved slightly and she was conscious of him climbing astride her. She could feel the warmth of his body above her, and hear his breathing slow and rhythmical. She started suddenly; his gradually thickening cock and ball sac had brushed against her pussy lips and now progressed up her body. The thick stub of his cock now trailed across her stomach, it was hardening and lengthening with each brush with her skin. By the time it reached between her full, lush breasts the cock was an engorged, heavy length that dragged and clung to her pounding, rising and falling chest. His straggling pubic hairs seemed to generate a sense of static that has her skin jumping with shock. She felt the wetness of his exposed, weeping helmet as it circled her hardening nipples and then continued along her neck, following the soft, sweeping, satiny line of her jaw. So slowly the heavy cock swung against her cheek and lips; she could not help herself, almost involuntarily she raised her mouth eager to pull in and suck on its engorged thickness, tease it with her tongue, cover it with lightly sucking kisses. But he was toying with her and each time she reached up, she knew his cock was moved away. She stuck out her tongue and felt glad that she could touch and flickeringly lick the tip of his cock. Her arching tongue found his ball sac and she opened wide her mouth so that she could take it in and caress and tease his balls . . . but that, too soon, was removed. "If you want it, open wide," the voice commanded. She obeyed and opened her mouth so wide and arched her neck back until it ached. Suddenly the cock was thrust in. she clamped her lips around him, as the saliva-coated length slid in to the back of her throat. She gagged, but he thrust still further and then held her head tight, making sure that she had all of him in as far as she could. With a gasp for air, she felt him withdraw the cock and the thrust in again and again, hold her head as she took him in up to the ball sac. He thrust in again and again, slowly and forcefully filling her mouth. she felt pleased that she could take so much in and tried to relax so that he could go even deeper to the back of the throat. She was disappointed as he withdrew for the last time, her open and wet lips, she knew, were inviting and had given pleasure, but there was no more cock for her. Instead she felt him shower small kisses across her face and mouth, his tongue teasing and stimulating the sides of her lips and playfully nibbling her own searching tongue. She gave herself up to pleasure as his mouth rained pleasure across her throat and neck and then moved onto her shoulders and arms before focusing on her so-sensitive breasts . . . She arched her back and rolled in delight as she felt his warm breath on her nipples. She wanted to push those ripe, luscious breasts up into his mouth; feel his lips nip and pull on her nipples, his teeth send trembles of pleasure rippling through her body; see him gently, slowly bite on her hardening and lengthening nipples; feel his tongue smother and cover her dark aureoles and suck that satiny smooth skin, making them as wet and slippery as she now started to feel in her pussy. Her breasts felt cold once he had moved his mouth away, his hands still moulded, squeezed and pushed her breasts, grasping them hard and shaping them with his hands every now and then brushing her hard nipples against his lips and stubble. She felt her body beginning to surge and thrust towards him; unseen though he was it was like her body was a magnet to his; attracted and repelled, seeking and moving away. His strong, firm hands moved down from her slippery, warm breasts; down the side of her ribs, holding and sliding down her sides, feeling the dip and swell of her hips, the soft luxury of her stomach and curve of her pelvis. The clasp and motion of his hands made her calm and yet more excited: she sensed the way her peachy buttocks clenched and relaxed in time with his strokes, how her legs seemed to want to spread and her hips urged upwards, wanting to suck him in, absorb him with her wet, warm skin. Excitedly, she realised his hands were on her soft inner thighs, stroking and teasing the skin where it met the strained and taut silk stockings. She sighed, rolling her head wantonly as she felt his mouth lightly touch and suck on her skin, small circles of wetness which only made her feel hotter. She cried out as she felt a sudden pinch, her whole body tightened and then relaxed. What would happen next? She ground and writhed, her backside thrusting in and out of the bed, loving the feel of her engorged clit against her now wet and glistening pussy lips. What would be next . . . his mouth . . . his fingers . . .his cock . . . or had he bought more delights with him? A smile of anticipation spread across her face beneath the silk blindfold. She shivered in a strange mix of pleasure and anxiety on where his next assault on her senses would start. Beneath the blindfold her eyes searched in vain; she twisted her head and pulled on her restraints, stockinged legs tight and tense against the pull of the padded straps. She heard a slight buzzing and focused hard, trying to locate whereabouts in the room it came from. No time. Her red shapely lips formed an ’o’ of alarm – an ice-cube had been placed on her left nipple. Slowly the melting cube circled her nipple as it further stiffened and lengthened like a bullet. She moaned softly in pleasure as it rose and peaked above her shapely breast. The other nipple was now being breathed on: warm, gentle breath heightened the contrast and made her shake with strange conflicting yet strong surges of feeling. She found herself arching her back, wanting the nipples to be teased by that warm breath and the opposing icy wet. Her moans became more vocal as he changed his attention and reversed the sensations that gave such delight and such confusion: his fingers became cruel tormentors, pulling and twisting the erect nipples until she felt that they were so sensitive that she would come with just their continued cruel, yet pleasurable extreme manipulation. Then, as suddenly as he had started, he stopped She regained her breath: now conscious of the sweat beaded on her forehead beneath the blindfold and the tension in her arms and legs from straining uncontrollably while her breasts had been so methodically teased and tweaked. Her breasts rose and fell; shapely and so ripe to be handled roughly and passionately. She couldn’t help but gasp as the ice-cube began to descend down between the valley of her breasts and slid across the smooth, tautly stretched stomach. She shivered with cold and with anticipation of that co-incident meeting between the melting ice and her rapidly warming sex. It was then that she heard more clearly the rising tone of a vibrator being turned to a higher speed. How much more could she bear . . ? Suddenly a triple assault on her senses left her struggling for breath as she felt his mouth come down hard on hers. At the same time she gasped and started with the cold steel of clamps being expertly applied to her stiff, proturbent nipples. She strained to see through the blindfold as it was such a turn on for her to see them hardening and emerging from her plump breasts when she was excited. She knew he was pulling on the chains, teasing those so-sensitive nipples into stiffer and harder erectness; provoking her to gasp with each tug as she felt the warmth and dampness spreading within her sex In unison with that steady, persistent pulling on her nipples, his tongue probed and circled in her mouth, exploring and searching until he encountered hers and they touched and twirled in a frenzy of delight. She strained forward, eager to maintain the contact of their touching lips as their faces were forced against each other in a passionate moulding. He broke off and she searched in vain for him while his tongue teased the damp corners of her mouth and he tweaked and pulled on her soft, plump lips with his teeth. She moaned softly and pulled against her restraints as the tugging became stronger and more insistent. It was like her nipples were aflame with desire, each pull like a passionate thrust that raised her gently up and then released her down on the bed, making her want more than anything else that steady deep thrusting to be between her legs, pressing down on her groin, forcing her thighs apart and sending her cheeks deep into the bed with each delicious thrust. From somewhere far way, the sound of the buzzing forced itself into her consciousness . . . . involuntary shuddering as the tip of the vibrator was held against the nipple clamps briefly then longer and longer still. Her nipples vibrated and resonated until she though they would swell and burst from pure pleasure. She could not see them, but she imagined them hard and erect like pencil tips standing proudly from those tan-coloured, wide and now still wet with water, aureoles. The vibrator followed the path of the ice-cube, sliding easily over the wet skin; the tip nestling like some electric cock, into her puddled damp belly button and making her writhe and twist with pleasure as she imagined it even deeper within her; probing, thrusting and filling her with delicious wave upon wave of pleasure. But she did not have to imagine that for too much longer as the insistent, searching head of the vibrator inched closer to her now wet and hungry pussy, framed by her stretched taut, stockinged legs. She held her breath and found herself biting her lip, waiting, waiting for the vibrator to find that hidden head of pleasure which was even now swelling and waiting to greet it. She moved and squirmed on the bed trying to place her groin that she could anticipate the next stage of the vibrator's journey, to meet her half-way to feel that thrill and tinge as it circled and eventually touched base with her hot and horny clit. She panted with desire, her breath coming quicker and quicker as the vibrator's tip poised and paused at the now-swollen lips of her pussy. She strained hard against the restraints, twisting and thrusting with her hips so eager to make contact and to embrace that humming, hunting tip with her now wet and hot sex. But she could not move; exhausted she finally gave in and waited eagerly, hungrily for the next stage . . . A huge sense of relief washed over her as she felt the straps around her ankles loosened. Strong hands, eased and massaged her calves, moving up to her thighs pressing and manipulating the tense and stressed muscles through the black, sheer stockings. She gave herself up to the pleasure of his skilful hands, laying back and thoroughly relaxed on the bed and felt his fingers loosen the straps around her ankles and deftly again soothe and massage her tense arms and shoulder. On her back she breathed deeply and felt the tension of her previous restraint slip away. But all was too change. Quickly her arms were pulled up and hand-cuffed together immediately behind her head; her breasts squashed and jutted out, the nipple clamp chains making a gentle curve across her stomach, pendulous beneath the hardening nipples. She had no chance to shift or move her backside to make herself comfortable, without any hesitation her stockinged legs, still in their high heels, were pulled up and over her head and secured to her hands. She panted nervously. Her breasts were squashed against her thighs, she knew that if she could look down between her now compressed breasts, sandwiched by the sheer silk stockings she would see her full, pouting pussy lips with their neatly trimmed fringe and exposed bottom, her cheeks almost lifted off the bed - all of her intimate, secret self exposed to whatever he wanted to see or do. His hands were on her heels, pushing her legs up still higher, exposing her wet and glistening labia. She found it difficult to breathe deeply, her thighs against her breasts, compressing her chest as he bore down on her, forcing her legs over her head and raising her higher off the bed.. She heard the rapid hum of the vibrator before she felt it nestling against the top of her labia, pushing up against the hood and seeking out her swollen clit. She began to hold her breath and release as the vibrator pushed up against her clit and then away, round her ever-expanding and wettening lips before returning and probing and pushing against her love-button. She found herself pushing back against his hold on her legs; trying to lower her hips around the vibrator and feel that pulsating tip inside her. But as much as she tried to push down, he pressed her legs back so that the vibrator teased and aroused the entrance to her sex, but no more. She was sweating, so hot and warm, her stockings felt clammy where they pressed against her heaving breasts. The vibrator was switched off and she groaned as his hands, still holding her high heels, pushed her legs apart and up in the air. She felt his mouth going down the inside of her legs, a damp trail on the silk which led to the soft warm flesh of her inner thigh. One leg and then the other, cruelly pulled straight and apart and then caressed along its entire length with his mouth and tongue. She knew what would happen next and was desperate with desire and anticipation. Holding her legs apart his mouth came down on her shaved mound; his chin pressing deliciously down, squeezing her labia lips around the clit, making her shudder with pleasure. Oh joy. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue teasing and pressing that button of delights, making her squirm with pleasure as he nibbled so gently and so excitingly. She felt fresh waves of wetness and knew that his chin and mouth would be soaked with her pussy juices. She hoped that she would have the chance to tongue him and taste herself on him. But he wanted more. His hands now cupped her buttock cheeks and parted her, exposing her tight, inviting bottom. She held her breath and knew that he was toying with her, making her wait, making her imagine, making her anticipate. How would he penetrate and make her tighten up every nerve and muscle with pleasure . . . would it be his tongue, his finger or would he use some delightful toy she had yet to experience . . . .? She felt his hands caress her cheeks and trace sensual patterns across their curves and up and along her taut, stocking-clad legs. She moaned inwardly as she felt his hands grip her heels again and push down; again her hard, erect nipples slid and rubbed against her stockinged legs; she tried to breathe deeply but her breasts were compressed and she tried shallow breaths, difficult knowing that her virgin backside was to experience anal play . . . . and penetration? As he forced her legs back and part she knew her bottom was exposed and she felt that strange mix of anxiety and delight; the knowledge of something taboo, forbidden about to be explored; an area of her body and her life hidden away was about to be experienced and tasted in ways she had only imagined. She felt him strap her ankles to the bedpost, close to her wrists: she was tightly restrained and nothing could be hidden from him; her elbows inside her knees prevented her closing her legs and she felt her breasts, sensitive and ripe, compressed beneath them. His breath was the first indication of how close he was . . . she knew how wet and full her labia must be, ready for penetration and almost over-whelming her now rock-hard and erect clit, rising through and wanting to be sucked and nibbled until she would explode in a gush of pussy juice, struggling, pulling and twisting in those restraints despite the muscular intensity of her imminent and continuing orgasm. His breath cooled her buttock cheeks where the leaking lubrication from her pussy already would make them wet and glistening. She felt his strong hands and fingers grip her cheeks tightly; he made her wince as her soft flesh was clasped so firmly and separated . . . he knew what he wanted. Her head rolled back as his tongue made contact on the sensitive spot between her pussy and arsehole. . . . Mmnnnnnnnn! Her cheeks were pulled further apart as his tongue slowly circled that tight, puckered hole. Every touch of his probing tongue made her shudder and tighten; she found herself pulling on the straps, raising herself off the bed so that more of her was accessible so that she could feel him more and feel herself tighten and tense with the pleasure of touch and the pleasure of anticipation. The he entered her with his tongue . . . she had never felt anything so intense or so strange: her clit felt electrifyingly sensitive and his tongue was a soft probe that made her melt with delight. His face was now jammed tight up against her cheeks, she squirmed as she imagined how his face must new be wet with her pussy juices and how hard he must be pressing to get his tongue into her bottom: she felt do depraved and sexual; she tried to press and force down with her hips, to smother him with her backside and pussy, to make him struggle and gasp as he was doing to her. As his tongue circled inside her and as she squirmed and writhed against him, she felt herself panting and sweating, struggling against the restraints. He broke away . . . she gasped with a mix of relief and disappointment. But it was only a pause and not a halt. She felt his thumb pressing down her labia, such slight, wonderful pressure on her clit: almost touching, but never quite making contact. His fingers circled her pussy lips, she knew how wet they must be, how easy it would be for them to enter her and then begin to pull and arouse her g-spot. How much she wanted those fingers to be inside her, arousing her internally as much as his thumb was creating on the outside; two, three, she felt that she would accept everything and anything to achieve that building, growing climax. His fingers eased into her pussy, pressing slowly and easing in only to be withdrawn and then entered again. She sighed with pleasure and tried to rock forwards and backwards to ensure that each time he penetrated her further with each thrust of her hips. She raised her hips even further and moaned as she felt his thumb shift and begin to press and stretch the tight, puckered flesh - still wet from his tongue - around her bottom. Each firm press - almost entering that secret place - pulling and stretching, making her more accessible, had her desperate for more. She heard his voice whisper, "I'm going to open you up. My cock is going to fill that beautiful arse of yours and you're going to cum like you've never cum before." She gasped as a plug was nestled against her pussy lips, "Get it wet as it's going to make you ready." She bit her lip as he firmly, gradually pushed the lubricated butt-plug past the tight, denying muscles of the rim and further into her. She squirmed, her hips eager to accept and embrace this plug into her; knowing that it was only the prequel to a much deeper and more delicious penetration. God she felt so full and horny . . . and then she heard the vibrator's buzz. He knew just how to turn her on; up and down the length of her already soaking lips, firmly, gently, inner then outer. she squirmed and moaned with delight as he repeatedly brought her to the point of cumming and then slowed down and switched his attention elsewhere; tracing glistening paths of pussy juice along the inside of her thighs and the curves of her backside until she felt that she was just one massive erogenous zone and liable to explode any second. The continuous tensing, panting, squirming against the sheets, pulling on the restraints and thrusting with her hips was exhausting her. A sheen of sweat covered her skin, a red flush shone through and made her glow in the candle-light. The butt plug added to the tension and weariness in her body: she felt so full and yet so empty, wanting more. She was conscious of him standing near to her: his breathing was deep and slow; the sight of her naked writing body, strapped and open, sexually explicit and available had obviously excited him. She could almost smell his arousal and passion and knew that his cock would be thick and heavy, the swollen helmet wet with pre-cum and eager for more. "Take this in all the way," he commanded and her mouth opened invitingly. She felt the weight of his cock on her tongue, tasted his arousal and excitement. Her lips closed around the shaft and she teased the glans with her tongue as he thrust in and out of her mouth. She sucked hard, making sure the foreskin slid up and down and her tongue could circle and arouse his sensitive top. She could hear him breathing deeply and quicken the pace of his thrusts, she felt a slight panic as he went deeper at the entrance of her throat. His hands were tugging at the nipple clamps in time with his thrusts and she tried to jerk her head back and forth, wanting him to cum, to taste his warm spurting semen while his cock thickened and spurted into her mouth. But she was to be denied. His cock withdrew, saliva dripped onto her lips and chin. She licked and tasted the memory of his cock inside her. "You made me wet, that's good. Now I'm going to take your virgin arse and show you what a real orgasm is." One of his hands pinned her legs backs over her head while the other removed the butt-plug with a soft, delicious sigh. Her butt felt strangely open and receptive and then she felt his wet cock's thick head pressed against her puckered arse. She smiled with pleasure as she felt wet spit, cool her backside and then, incredibly, she felt his cock go into her bottom. . . . a sensuous tension and then release as his swollen helmet pressed and then slipped in. So much thicker and fuller and sweeter than the butt-plug . . . and that was only the start. Pulling her legs apart she felt him gently push, withdraw and then push again. She had that same feeling of panic as when he deep-throated her, how could she take that all in? But again and again, his thick cock inched inside her; she worked with him, swivelling and twisting her hips, trying to embrace and wrap that cock deep inside her backside.. Beads of sweat came out on her forehead as she struggled to accept and encourage his penetration of her virgin rear. "Oh God, this is wonderful! So this is anal," she thought as she felt fuller and sexier than she had ever felt before. His shoulders pressed down on her stockinged legs, she felt his warmth and sweat though the silk as he gave one final thrust. His cock now filled her and she felt his tight ball sac up against her buttock cheeks. He pushed down with his hips, grinding deliciously his pelvic bone against her clit. She thrust back and knew she was in for the most sensual and arousing fuck of her life. . . . His cock made her ass feel so full; with his swollen length in she thought that her breathing had to be shallow; there was no way she could be any more content. She sighed as he slowly withdrew, her ass rim muscles gripping and sliding with difficulty along the length of his shaft: she felt the bulging helmet almost withdrawn and then thrust purposefully in again. Mmmmnnn . . . she raised her legs higher to make his access easier, to try and get those final millimetres in, to feel that gorgeous stuffed feeling and the delicious friction as his groin ground against her clit. Her juices lubricated his shaft and made it easier for him to pump her ass. He was pushing down on her heels again and her breasts felt squashed and sensitive with each deep thrust. She could only draw breath when he withdrew and she heard him beginning to groan with each thrust as her tight ass began to arouse him beyond belief. But this was too soon. . . . "Wait, wait," she whispered, trying to draw away from him. "Don't fuck me like this. Take me on my knees. I want you to fuck me like a bitch in heat with my ass in the air. I want you deep, all the way in." She waited as he paused. She could feel his wet cock at the rim of her ass, would he carry on plunging and pounding with her restrained or would he grant her wish? His mind was made up. Her legs were unclamped and the she rolled forward. But more than anything she wanted him deep in her ass. She straightened her stockings and got onto her knees, bracing herself against the bed-board and making sure there were pillows to support her head. She felt so horny . . . she knew he must be turned on by her black stockinged legs curving up to her full thighs and ripe hips. Across her cheeks, thin black suspenders strained and pulled against the belt. She was conscious of her nipples, still stiff and erect within the nipple clamps. She knew that now he would have his hands there, tugging and pulling with each penetrating thrust and the thought made her pussy warm and dampen even more. Her ass jutted up and she felt his thighs press against her hips and one hand pressed firmly in the small of her back, "Get that ass up, bitch!" She arched her back, forcing her cheeks up, when he went in now she knew that he would be deeper than ever. His cock was at the entrance and then so easily and so pleasurably went in. She thrust up with her hips, gyrating and jiggling from side to side; even though she was so submissive and exposed she felt in control of his cock. She felt that she could make him cum whenever she wanted, the tightness of her ass, the flexing and twisting of her backside as he dove in and out of her , the sight of her naked buttocks and hips framed by those sheer black stockings would make him shoot and spurt when she wanted. She felt the slap of his groin as his cock went in so deeply into her, she gasped and panted with each deep thrust, she wanted to press her face through the pillow, through the mattress, anything to be able to arch her back and get more of his wonderful length inside her ass. A slap to her buttock cheeks made her moan and she retaliated with a corkscrew twist of her hips which had him moan and squirm in return. His hand pulled on her nipple chain and she felt fresh waves of sensations wash over her; she bucked her backside up and down, massaging every part of her cock with the tight, pleasure-giving walls of her ass. He moaned in return and released his grip on her achingly erect and extended nipples. But now he had had the vibrator, pressing it firmly against her clit as he rammed his bulging cock into her ass. She was sweaty and glowing with passion; she wanted more and more. She reached through her legs and guided his hand with the vibrator so that it penetrated her pussy. Her turn now. She took control and steered the vibrator around her clit, around the glistening lips and then deep inside her. He could feel the vibrator against his cock too; they both thrust and withdrew in unison; she ground the tip of the vibrator against her g-spot knowing that he would feel it to. She felt mindless with pleasure, drowning in a sea of intense sensations: there could only be one end for them both. Their mutually arousing thrusting grew in intensity and urgency. she felt like his cock was growing inside her. She came with a cry and her bucking hips and squirting juice set him off. With a strangled groan she felt him cum. Warm semen spurted within her. She didn't want to miss this. She pulled away from him and rolled over, grabbing his still jerking cock she pumped her hands up and down and with each uncovering of the helmet, cum spat and then leaked out. Slowly and deliberately she milked his cock, firmly gripping the shaft, despite his low moans again and again she drew forth the last of his semen until there was nothing left. Across her stomach and breasts, flush with sweat, gobbets of cum puddled. She lay back, languid and relaxed; dabbled her fingers in his cum and lifted them to her lips. She sucked and smiled, one hand still between her legs, still stirring and stroking her clit, enjoying the last glowing embers of her orgasm. Her ass felt strangely empty, it was an odd sensation. A slight pain from stretched muscles; but the memory of a wonderfully intense anal fuck remained. She removed her blindfold and looked down at the now drained and exhausted man laying on his stomach. She cast a critical eye over his now relaxed backside which curved down to the small of his back. Hmmnnnn . . . . she imagined him strapped down to the bed, how would it feel to be penetrating his ass she wondered; how would her clit react to being pounded by a strap-on as she thrust into him and mercilessly jerked off his cock while he was blind-folded and restrained? Sauce for the goose; she wondered . . . .? He woke from a sensual dream of bucking hips, curving cheeks and a sweet, tight ass. Along his back he felt a woman’s nails drag slowly down from shoulder to hip; hard erect nipples and the cool, languid length of a nipple chain followed. He heard a voice in his ear, “My turn now and your turn too. . . “ The strap-on felt snug against her pussy, the low, vibration of the clit-pad already making her horny. She held the length of the hard plastic cock in one hand while pulling slowly and methodically on the nipple chain: she moaned inwardly and imagined how the sensation would be when the clit pad and its urgent buzzing was forced repeatedly against her clit as she thrust into him; how would it feel gripping his hips hard; how would it feel pulling his head and getting him to arch and push . . . ? Only one way to find out . . . . |
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Fingers twined in your hair, pulling your head back. "Suck on my thumb," as the other fingers cover your mouth. "Get it wet with your saliva." Nails lightly scratch down your spine to your buttocks and the wet thumb presses against your tight bud, massaging and relaxing your virgin hole. Working inside as you arch your back to the pleasure. After a slap, both hands spread you wide to accept Miss's strap on ......
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mmmmm i do love an obedient male, bent over and ready for my long black 'cock'....and i would give your swollen, heavy balls a hard slap if you displeased me
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