“Are you in tomorrow? I’m free and thought we could meet for coffee” is all it said, yet immediately my brain was racing, desires flowing amongst the reality of a old friend calling, the ‘what if’s’ and the ‘if only’s’ clouding my understanding of its real meaning. Within seconds I was responding to the text, “yes I’m free, what time?’ when really I felt I wanted to type ‘YES, YES, YES’ a dozen times.

 

I was not expecting anything to happen between us, hoping my god yes, I had been hoping for a very long time, but hopes and reality don’t always come together.  She was a long term friend, absolutely beautiful, someone whose presence was enough to make me float and die with envy of her other half.  We had flirted on the computer, we were very close in that way, could talk or joke about absolutely anything, but we had never touched.  Oh she knew I wanted her, knew I was crazily attracted to her and if given the chance would go all out to please, but although it was ‘threatened’ in the nicest possible way, it had never happened, and whether it ever would was not down to me, but to her and to the future.

 

Sleep was sporadic that night, the clock seemed to slow down and several times I reached across and tapped it to make sure it hadn’t stopped. The faint glow of daylight crept through the crack of the curtain, slowly it changed the colours of the walls and defined its contents, giving depth and added colour to the darkness.  I laid there trying to force sleep, my brain wandering to images of her from the past, things we had done together, but always flickering back to what I would so like to do.  My manhood gorged with blood at the thought made the duvet feel heavy, and that pressure just added to the daydream of contact with her. “Come on alarm, ring for god sake!”.

 

Before the second ring I was on my feet, all fingers and thumbs as I searched for the button to send this wailing animal back into its hibernation.  Walking to the kitchen I set the coffee machine to run and then went to the loo, she isn’t due for a few hours yet, but I didn’t want to be unprepared.

 

After cleaning my teeth I shaved my face, carefully making sure it was as smooth as possible and no bristles were left. Then I shaved below, care taken to ensure every hair had vanished, no stubble left. I showered, then washed my hair, then showered again.

 

Satisfied I was as clean as could be I bombarded my armpits with deodorant, cold from the can and making me gasp, then walked back to the bedroom and toyed with which aftershave to put on. Wondering if she would prefer the sweetness of the Cacheral or Joop, the faint aroma of the Insane Blue or the stronger lasting smell of the Worth. Opting for the latter it stung as I spread it over my chin and cheeks, the remnants on my hand wiped across my chest.

 

I’m not really one for clothes, if I’m comfortable and they suit the job in hand then that is normally fine by me, although I do like to look clean and fairly tidy when in company.  Today was not the usual grab something and run that it normally was, I wanted something that showed off what little figure I had, something that was tidy yet easy to remove.

 

God Paul, are you jumping the gun or what here, she is coming over for a coffee, not to be ravaged by you in a fury of intense lovemaking!, I kicked myself but only gently, I lived in hope, although I would never push her into anything she didn’t want.  Unfortunately up till now she hadn’t wanted, or if she had then she had the control to stop it happening.  I tried to convince myself today was no different to the last time she came for coffee, yet the butterflies in my stomach had never been this strong before.

 

Apprehensive excitement is such a powerful emotion, takes you back to childhood when those butterflies used to spread through your body, ending up tingling down to the very tip of the wiggly worm in your pants, the tip stinging with a feeling it is going to pee. Today I was a child again, and although not making wet patches in my pants It felt as if I was about to.

 

Cups ready on side, a fresh pot running through ready, everything tidied and put away I was longing for her arrival.  I always loved to see her no matter that I had never had my wicked way with her, her bossy but in a nice way bossy ability to kick my ass into gear to do things, to make me look at new options.

I loved the way her hair always so clean and bright breezed across her shoulders, how she held herself poised and with dignity, pushing those breasts out to tease you by drawing your eyes towards them. That was the problem, she was always in such control, I had no chance of breaking that down and making her want this old body of mine.

 

Over and over the thought of being strong and making that move ran through my head, should I?, could i?, and even if I summoned the courage to try How?

 

In some of our flirty conversations on computer, mostly discussing my failures in past relationships we had discussed what we liked in sex, we had told of our pasts and present, and of those fantasies that might never be realised.  Talk of threesomes and what we would get from them if we ever tried them, and the things we never before tried.  I knew the idea of domination intrigued her, not in a forceful heavy way, she wasn’t the sort who would gain anything from S&M and nor was I, but she had shown a spark at the jokey mention of being tied up or restrained and contrary to her usual demeanour, being submissive, dominated and controlled, playing the part of a sex slave.

 

Dare I?,  I had the restraints, I could so make her day by bringing to life her fantasy.  She is the sort you just want to envelop in your arms and caress gently, wrap her in a virtual cotton wool ball and treat her so tenderly. Yet her own desires were for something different, a hidden wild child nature wanting to be exposed and explored.  It’s not going to happen I kept saying to myself.

 

The phone rattled and then the musical tone rang out, she was outside, and before she had even finished saying it I was flying down the stairs.  As I walked across the courtyard my stomach was almost gripped, warm fluttering sensations bounced from one side to the other and back again, breathing was short and sharp, my arms full of Goosebumps and I trembled.

 

As I approached the gate I saw her emerge, my breathing temporarily stopped as I could see her gorgeous figure, her medium length skirt swaying in the cool breeze brushing stockings which showed how toned her legs were. Her deep Orange coloured blouse, more like a burnt Ochre making her look colourful and so fresh, causing my crotch to throb as she smiled and shut the door of the car.  Keep control Paul, don’t overstep things I said in my head.

 

As I walked towards her I tried to make a compliment, not wanting to seem over zealous, but still needing to express the reality of her beauty and dare I say it, her Hotness.  As my arms went to hold her I wracked my brain for the right words to say.

 

“Your looking good hun” I said trying to be honest, yet not that honest I scared her by letting her know she was the sexiest thing for miles and I wanted her right now.

 

Even her voice sent raptures of desire through my body, I must be hearing things because it sounded even more sexy than normal.  We kissed, friendly but not passionate or sexual, she must be feeling the cold air, her arms like mine were full of little raised bumps, and she was shaking almost shivering, best get her inside quickly in the warmth of the flat.

 

She reached for her handbag and then for the books on her back seat. “I’ll carry those’ I said as we both went to get them together, the restricted width of the doorway cramming us closer and I felt her jump as my arm touched hers.  Was this a sign or excitement or a sign of repulsion, both rushed through my head.

 

I opened the front door and we entered, starting the haul up to the second floor, I let this beauty walk ahead, breathing in her sweet perfume as she climbed, naughtily watching the smooth taught shape of her ass through the soft skirt, watching her shapely legs raise and take step after step, as she turned the first curve a few steps ahead of me on the steep staircase there was a brief flash of naked thigh and I almost dropped her books.

 

Finally in the privacy of my flat, front door closed with the sound and draught deadening curtain drawn across it, I Placed the books on the side I offered her coffee. While I poured the fresh coffee into the two mugs she excused herself to visit the toilet, it had been a fair drive and I noticed she had been drinking water from a bottle.   I added the sugar to mine which I always have black and sweet, but I waited for her return before getting the milk bottle from the fridge, my judgement on how much to use was never great.

 

She returned from the toilet a little flushed, pushing something into her bag which was on the side and covering it up with other contents, maybe it was that time of the month I thought, but then I knew she would not have been ashamed to say and place the previous one in the bin.

 

The atmosphere was not same as it had always been before, there was a definite electricity in the air, a different electricity from what she normally emitted in my presence, a contradictory relaxed awkwardness, and although speaking an unexplainable but distinctive quietness in the air.

 

“I will let you add as much milk as you want” I said stepping back to lean against the freezer and letting her step forward in front of me to the worktop.  She definitely seemed on edge, I could tell by her rapid breathing, I watched her, barely noticeable but definitely shaking as she poured the cold milk onto the steaming Coffee.  Was this an unease of being with me, or am I reading this all so wrong and has she got that same nervousness that was buzzing in my own stomach?

 

Although her normal self in many ways, the lovely smiles that always adorned her face, she acted almost demurely, trying to avoid eye contact and not cause any more accidental contact between us.

 

My head was spinning, the moral part of me saying it was nothing, the yearning sexual voice inside me and the want for her telling me otherwise. Frightened of getting it all wrong and upsetting her, yet also burning to go ahead.  If I don’t try right now then maybe it will never happen, if I have got it wrong then a lot of sweet talking excuses would be in order.  It is not as if she doesn’t know how much I want her, she had known this and yet still come, still placed herself alone with me.  As she popped the lid back on the milk bottle I took a deep breath, Now or never Paul rang through my head, and she is far too hot to be a never!

 

I reached forward gently placing my hands on her shoulders, waiting to see if she jumped and shouted at me. She didn’t move, frozen either in shock or apprehension she stood facing straight ahead at the blank cupboard, not flinching or attempting to remove my hands as I softly massaged her shoulders.  I could see her blushing a little, could hear and feel her breathing rapid and almost panting, then a deep sigh as my hands stroked down the bare flesh of her arms.  I needed her closer, and she had not fought away.

 

Twisting her by the shoulders I turned her around to face me, my hands sliding through her arms and my palms flattening out across her back stroking as I moved in closer and pushed her back against the worktop, I could see the new look in her eyes, one I had never seen before and one I could not look away from.  Her nipples seemed to have grown and stuck out excitedly in the soft blouse, I could feel them pushing into my chest as I pulled her closer, my already hard bulge between my legs throbbing even harder as for the very first time our lips met in anything but a friends kiss. Softer than I had ever noticed in a quick peck, they felt so full and aroused, and softly slipped across mine till they were firmly locked together and massaging each other.

 

As we kissed I felt the previous awkwardness just drop away, the electricity grew stronger, the fear of apprehension changing to a new sensation, that of need and desire, she now pulled me back to her kissing so enthusiastically, kisses with a passion and speaking words all of their own. 

 

We kissed, kissed hard, hungrily exploring each other heads changing sides fast and furious as we almost devoured each other. From then on I think we both knew what the days outcome would be, we both so wanted the same, there was no more pussyfooting around, no more need to be suggestive and flirty, this was it, now we only had one things on our minds, hot, passionate, steamy, hard, rampant , no holds barred, down and out dirty sex. 

 

I felt like leading her to the bedroom and seducing her softly with gentleness she expected, but there would be other times for that I hoped, this lady deserved her dreams, deserved me to attempt to fulfil her fantasies and today I was going to have be strong in my approach and make that happen.

 

“Are you ready to be my sex slave for the day like you told me you wanted?” I asked, she didn’t say a word in reply, a faint nod, but her eyes and the soul deep beneath them said more than words would have ever said.  She wanted it rough with passion, not too rough, just enough to feel controlled and at somebody’s mercy. Wanted all I could give when I allowed her to have it!

 

My hands which had been clenching the firm mounds of her buttocks and pulling her tight against my hardness slid down to the back of her thighs, s they slid around the front they clenched the soft skirt and raised it, my right hand sliding down the outside of her thigh before returning up the inside, following the soft rough feel of her stockings and across the cool soft skin or her exposed inner thighs.

 

My hand cupped her naked pussy, my finger resting along the length of the closed lips, as I pressed I felt the wetness, my finger slipping deeper between the two folds and laying across the top of her warm and very wet hole which was now almost throbbing beneath my soaking fingers. Her legs almost buckled as it firmly made contact, pushing her wet womanhood even harder onto my hand. 

 

I made a comment, trying to keep in role, “Oh so my sex slave came ready for me…. She had known she wanted her master to take her hard today”.  The realisation that I was going to see this through in the role she so fantasised about made her pussy sluice gates open and I felt the gush of warm wetness flood over my hand.  Even if she didn’t come intending it, she was certainly so ready for it right now. 

 

This sweet soft woman that I had known all this time, was now a hot sexy vixen, normal morals and virtues thrown to the wind, she was hungry for my cock, she was so eager for me to fill her and take her, politeness forgotten she wanted a damn hard fucking!

 

“My isn’t my slave wet, have you been playing on the way?” I teased her, mocking her and verbally dominating, but not in a nasty way.  She gasped loud and in a deep wanton voice said a very husky ‘No’. 

 

Before she could say anything else my hand released its pressure on her warm throbbing mound and my finger slid the length of her slit brushing up over clitoris, as she trembled with excitement I placed my wet finger between her lips, pressing mine firmly against it and kissing her over my wet finger  so her mouth opened and she tasted those warm sweet juices the same as I did.  

 

The taste was electrifying and I couldn’t wait to have bigger mouthfuls of this warm nectar to taste and swallow, I could have so easily lifted her onto the edge of my freezer and eaten her, but that would have broken the plan of being the masterful one, letting her off being my slave.  I broke from our kiss and took her by the hand, leading her not to the bedroom as she seemed to expect, but to the living room where I stood her in the centre of the Persian rug and told her to stay there and not dare move.

 

As I raced to the bedroom my hard manhood was busting at the material trying to break free, there was me trying my hardest to build her desire, yet mine had already reached a level where I could of just taken her there and then. She already has excited me till I could give in, how am I going to last the day and give her all that I want to give her, all that she wants.

 

I gathered together the few things I needed and returned to the front room, half expecting to find that she had sat down, her remaining in the same place showed me she was enjoying the part of my submissive sex slave. Her nipples were still protruding so hard through her blouse, and I saw she had unconsciously slide her hand under her skirt and was stroking through the wetness.  My bulge grew even bigger and I was desperate to release him from the confines and allow him to enjoy the action.

 

I turned her around and pulled her hard back against this throbbing rod of iron wedged into my clothing, from behind I slipped the blindfold over her eyes and tightened it making sure she could not see, I wanted this to be all about sensation, sensation greatly enhanced by the depravity of sight.

 

 

Turning her back around I stood close, silently and without saying a word, I slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, sliding it over he shoulders I lowered it till it fell of her wrists and threw it onto the small sofa. 

I thought those breasts were so beautiful held there in her bra, but I was dying to see all of them so reached around and undid the clasp easing the straps teasingly down her arms and watching her gorgeous breasts fall free. I'm sure she heard me gasp as the two full soft mounds came into view, the pert hard protruding nipples pointing out. I was almost drooling and I wanted to suck each into my mouth and feel their hardness in my lips, but now I had a taste of her beauty I wanted the lot.

 

The button on the soft skirt came undone easily and it slid to the floor at our feet, I slid my hands slowly from her hips over her thigh flesh and down the stockings feeling the shape of her legs, gently lifting each foot out of her skirt and removing her shoes. She was stunning, naked apart from stockings and suspenders, I so wanted to pull her close and bury myself inside her.

 

I reached for the four soft padded cuffs, placing one around each wrist, I again slid my hand down the inside of her thighs and secured and one around each ankle, I could once again smell that sweet slightly musky odour of her juices, could see the tiny droplets which barely hung on the edges of her pussy lips and which sparkled in the strong sunlight from the window. I walked around behind her, pulling her hands closer I clipped the two together, holding her hands firmly behind and resting on her bottom.

 

She was biting her lower lip, breathing deep and her whole body was trembling, I struggled to keep control of myself and keep the speed of pace slow and teasing, hard when your body is screaming at you to take her.  I moved closer those bare breasts swaying and trembling in front of my face, pausing a moment to take in this highly erotic sight, one I had been teased with by her portfolio pictures for her modelling that she had sent me maybe up to a year before, but only suggestive pictures showing a nipple, partly obscured, I had never seen her in her full glory before, and I was astounded.

 

Leaning in I held my lips as close to hers as I could without touching, letting their heat and the soft brush of my breath alert her of their presence, as I moved from left to right and back again she pushed her lips forward trying unsuccessfully to make contact, her desire to kiss increased and she was soon lurching her mouth at mine, an almost goldfish like motion of her mouth and lips trying to catch my mouth and latch on, with ittle sighs of disappointment each time she failed along with even stronger attempts to kiss me.

 

After making small touches around the extremely sensitive outer line of her lips I finally I gave her what she desired, our lips met full on, she tasted so sweet as we kissed for a few minutes without our bodies making contact.  I began to teasingly kiss her neck, gently and barely touching round each side till almost touching under her ear lobes, one side then the other, making a consciously slow movement over her chin and down the windpipe.

 

As her breasts heaved in front of me I placed my hands on her hips, kissing across onto each shoulder, exploring the hollows and over the ball joint of each arm before returning along the path I came.  Kissing softly at the base of the windpipe where the bones from the shoulder meet I began kissing across the large mounds of taught flesh. 

 

I slid my hands up till her hard teats were pressing on the centre of my flat palms, carefully moving then round in very small circles to just move and tease the hard doorstops. I cupped under each bare breast and raised them, firmly squeezing and kneading them as my kisses got stronger on the top.  As I got nearer the darker rings that surrounded those poking out nipples I began to firstly kiss and then lick in circles, barely brushing but not touching each.

 She heaved forward constantly, it was obvious that she liked these played with, and that was confirmed by a sigh as I took the first between my lips and sucked it hard outwards. Rolling my tongue around them then sucking them dry, then I squeezed both breasts firmly together till the nipples were almost pointing at each other, teats almost touching, I began to run my tongue across both at same time, flicking them so they moved up and sprung back.

 

Gently I scraped my teeth on the outer edge of the teats, starting as a deep suck which engulfed each outer ring before drawing slowly to the end of the teat, then began to gently bite into them, short sharp nipping bites sending strong sensations through her body which suddenly and obviously unexpectedly to her triggered a small orgasm and her body began trembling and heaved.

 

She was so wet, the droplets that had glistened like pearls had now increased in size and trickled off her lips and down her inner thighs.  Smiling to myself, not visible through the blindfold I was pleased to create the orgasm, one of many many more if I got my way.  Conversation had been limited, my mouth had been far too busy to talk, yet I needed to keep her believing she was my slave, I was the one in control.

 

“Oh such a naughty girl, coming without my permission” I held away not touching, making her wonder if I had stopped playing, “Never mind, I will just have to punish you for doing that” I said, and she gasped loudly, no doubt expecting a strong punishment of some sort. To throw her off the scent I kissed her mouth, her kisses returned as if trying to convince me not to do anything but release her and please her.

I re kissed each breast and nipple, then slowly eased my face between the valley of her breasts and started my slow path down her body.

 

I could feel the fluttery movement inside her stomach as I passed over, the closer I got the louder and more defined the “Mmmmm" sounds became. On the bare mound I moved side to side trying to tease the clit by passing just above yet not actually touching it, I could her the faint “yes, yes” as I moved down the outer edges of her pussy lips and the creases of the inner thigh, she was expecting me to move in now, to lick or probe my tongue into her wetness.  Instead I stopped and pulled away!

 

The “Ugghhhh” and the thrusting of her wet mound towards me left no doubt of her frustration, again she was biting her lip, expecting me to give in and eat her pussy, to provide the attention she obviously now yearned. It had worked.

 

I guide her carefully to the sofa, I sit on the edge of the seat knees almost together, her hands secured behind her I bend her forward and lay her over my knees.  The positioning obviously giving away the fact she about to be spanked I can see her clenching her cheeks together, trying to prepare herself for the first slap.  I can feel her taking a deep inhalation before holding her breath, and I waited and watched her tremble.  She jumped as my left hand made contact with her back, softly massaging and stroking up and down from the base of her neck to the base of her spine, I could feel her shoulders raise and lower as she enjoyed the tender sensations. I heard a gasp as she let the breath go and quickly refreshed it, holding it yet again in readiness, yet I just continued to stroke that soft skin, lulling her into a false sense of security.

 Then I struck!

 

Not really hard, but enough to make a loud crack echo round the room, a faint red glow began to form as the heat generated outwards, I waited…

“So Is my slave going to do all she is told?” I asked in my sternest voice. There was a silent pause, so the second slap hit the opposing cheek.

“Yes, yes, I’ll do anything you ask” she replied shakily through gritted teeth, I softly rubbed over where I had just slapped, soothing the tingle I had caused till once again she lowered her guard, then slap, slap, a double one, each falling on a separate cheek.

 

 

My cock painfully bending under the confines of my clothing makes me stand and drop my trousers to the floor, at the same time I slip off my t-shirt, I want to hold her close and I want to feel every miniscule part of her soft warm skin against mine.  She smiles as I reached behind and separate the two cuffs, a smile that almost says ‘about time’ but I re-secure them in front of her immediately. 

 

Pulling her between my legs in a kneeling position I stop her hands from searching out for my manhood, dying for her to hold him, yet so determined to try and make her day the best I can that I stop her. I lean further forward and raise her cuffed hands over my head, as I slowly lay back it raises her up my legs, my hands easing each of her thighs in turn till they kneeling either side of my legs. She kisses my chest before moving her mouth to again find mine. 

 

I grip her bum cheeks and push her down onto my legs, there is a long loud sigh as she feels my hard throbbing cock fall into place and lay along her pussy lips, as I begin to use my hands to pull her along my shaft her lips open and wrap around the shaft, my hard cock now directly rubbing across her wet hole and the tip of my cock rubbing hard against her clit.

 

As she regains breath she kisses me hard, as if trying to share the power of her orgasm through taste. I lift her hands over my head  again stopping her searching for my hardness, returning the clasps to behind her back.

 

I slide my hands up the side of her face, catching her soft flowing hair and collecting it into a bunch at the back, holding this tight in my hand I have control of her head, can steer it where I want, and my god I certainly know where I want it!

 

The anticipation of taking my cock shows me she already knows what is to come, mouth open she searches for the end but my grip on her hair keeps her just a fraction away.  My other hand takes my now rock hard and very throbbing manhood and slaps it hard against her cheeks, she tries to turn quickly to catch the hot knob in her mouth but still blindfolded she misses.  Holding head firm I brush the moist tip around her lips, leaving a trail of sticky whiteness that excitement has made seep out, her tongue seductively slides over her lips, licking off the sticky juice and takes it inside.

 

“Are you after my hard cock?” an attempt to nod with a quiet ‘Yes’, “Do you deserve to suck my cock?” another faster nod, “I saw you playing with your clit when I walked back in room, I didn’t tell you to, maybe I should stop you sucking me?”.  'As if', I thought to myself, there’s no way she isn’t going to, domination or no domination I needed that too bad myself.

“No no no, I want it, im sorry, I want to suck you, please”

 

“Put out your tongue” I said trying to sound as stern as I could, as she complied I eased her head down and towards my ball sack, letting the tip make contact against the base of my shaft and slowly slide up it’s length over the throbbing vein.  Up and down till my shaft sparkled with the moisture from her tongue, pulling her head to the side she could wrap her lips around the side of my member and I allowed her to kiss and suck at its sides.

 

The feeling was something else, similar feeling as slipping into a warm bath on a chilly day, as the heat eases away the pains in your back, only this was warm it did not take away the pains of wanting her harder, of wanting to feel all my cock inside her mouth.  She starts to raise and lower, the wetness increasing and lubricating the hard shaft as her mouth rode it up and down.

Occasionally she pushes it to the side of her mouth and I feel it straining against the insides of her cheeks, then to back of her mouth, that unmistakeable gurgling gagging sound as it traps off the air. Oh I so want to thrust beyond, take her throat completely, but I know if I did I would shoot my load straight away and I was so enjoying these sensations. Hungrily she sucks me, I think she could have taken me all the way down she seemed that ravenous and intent on cramming as much of me inside as she could.

 

I suddenly pull her head off me, ignoring her pleas and stand her to her feet, leading her slowly out of the room and towards my bedroom, watching her reddened breasts bouncing as we walk, jutting forward due to her hands tied at her back, I was so tempted just to pull her on top of me and to ride me properly, but there would be time for that later, if not later then next time. Would there be a next time?  Well I was certainly going to do my best to make her want a million next times.

 

I unclip the links to the cuffs and let her lower and stretch her arms, guiding her backwards till the cool leather of the swing touched her warm skin, before I can stop her she has grabbed out for my cock, wrapping both hands around its shaft, squeezing and stroking, feeling its length and girth.

 

Holding the swing still I push her slowly, making her lay into the soft swing platform without having to jump on it, this leaves her lower parts off the end and hopefully accessible for me to explore deep with my tongue and cock.  Stroking down the stockings till I reached her foot, I lifted it and slipped it through the padded stirrup, as I did the same to the other leg I wondered to myself if the stirrups on her horse will each time she goes for a ride will always bring back memories of this day and her time in my swing.

 

Both legs held I adjust the straps to raise them higher, as it does her pussy opens up to me, so pretty, it looks as delicate as a rose opening in the early sunlight covered in dew, the petals of her lips swollen from her previous frantic rubbing along my shaft framed the moist taught skin, the hole barely open like a wet bud in the centre, the clit also swollen standing above like a bud ready to bloom.

 

I attached her wrist cuffs to the hanging loops of the straps nearest her head, adjusting them to keep them in position and stop her from pushing me away as I played, yet with enough movement to stop them from aching.  I was intent on only one thing aching at this point, and I was about to start that!

 

“Now it’s my turn” I tell her, “You cant push me away with your hands when you cum now, your mine, mine to do as I please, to make you cum as many times as I feel like it!”

 

 I softly stroked each leg, my hands running over the stockings till I reached the band of bare skin at the tops, I followed my hands with soft kisses first one leg then the other, until the warmth and the sweet perfume of her pussy made it too irresistible and I was drawn closer to taste.

 

Sliding my tongue very very slowly up the outside of one of her pussy lips, then so close to her clit as I travelled across her mound then down the other lip.  I took the edge of the lip between my lips and sucked gently, pulling the lip outwards and rolling it between my lips, feeling her labia hot and swelling with the excitement as they filled with blood.

 

I gripped the outer edges of her lips with my thumbs and stretched them out to the side, opening her up exposing the soft pink taught skin and showing just how wet she was, the dewdrops of juices forming and trickling from the bottom of the now open hole that was pulsing at me as if winking.  Her upward thrusts of her hips told me she was eager for me to explore inside that wetness with my tongue and fingers, but I although very hard I restrained myself just a little longer to build her desire higher.

 

Then up further with my tongue, flicking side to side on the taught shiny skin between the two holes, feeling her almost bouncing as she tried to push her feet down on the stirrups and force her pussy towards my tongue.  Flattening out my tongue I slowly slid it up and across her pussy entrance, the taste of her juices spread over my taste glands as it slid hard upwards and found the clit hood, the roughness of my tongue gripping the soft skin surrounding and protecting it and drawing it upwards exposing the little button to the full warmth of my tongue.  As I did this my finger and thumb of my left hand searched just above the hood, pinching below the skin surface and finding the ‘Clitty Shaft’ buried beneath, rolling it between my fingers as my tongue returned to the pussy entrance and delved deep inside.

 

My tongue covered in her sweet juice now slid back up to the exposed button, rolling the tip around her clitty's outer edge, pushing the hood even further back before gently flicking up and down and side to side across the shiny skin.  Pushing the skin back with my lips I sucked at the button pulling it even further out, releasing and sucking hard again each time ensuring my lips pushed the hood fully back to maximise the sensation.  Without stopping this, I ran the tip of my forefinger up and down over her wetness and then circled it around the entrance, gently slipping it slowly inside, I worked my finger several times in and out then let my longer middle finger ease in beside the other. Twisting them both slowly as I worked them in and out, her juices soaking them and making them squelch as they pushed harder and deeper inside.

 

I curled my fingers, letting the knuckles rub around the walls and opened my fingers scissor fashion making them feel to her as if they growing wider in girth.  Deeper and deeper I worked them till the tips could curl upwards and find that hidden G-spot, brushing lightly side to side over the area to excite and let it begin to swell.  She was panting deep now, harsh gasps for air and loud exhalation that told me she was so close to letting the orgasm flood through her.  I increased the speed and strength of my fingers, sucked the clit even harder into my mouth and gently but firmly gripped around the tiny button with my teeth.  Frantically I flicked across her clit with my tongue till I heard her groaning loudly between her panting, then I began to hum.  The change in the pitch of her moan told me she was ready to cum and my fingers went into overdrive pumping up hard on to her G-spot as I hummed even louder, I could feel the vibrations flow through my teeth and into her clit.

 

 

She took a deep loud inhalation and held her breath as she arched her back upwards, there was a pause and a silence, then her body erupted into violent spasms shaking not only her body but mine too. 

 

With a loud scream she burst out her held breath and at the same time her pussy exploded in a gushing torrent over my hand.  I rub fast over her clit and pussy lips and watch the jets spurt out in large arcs, splashing against my chest and arms.

Catching some of the jet in my mouth, but still playing with her pussy I stand and lean up her body till our mouths meet, kissing her and sharing my mouthful of her clear squirted juices.  We continued kissing hard, tongues dancing around each others until her body stopped arching and convulsing.  I was so hard at witnessing all this, and the taste of her made me ready, but before I could even move to take action she turned to me and instructed me in almost a loud growl....

 

“Paul, Fuck me,” and to make real sure I knew when, added a very loud and demanding “NOW!”

 

I was too needy to refuse, I had waited so long for this and now I wasn’t intending to wait any longer, teasing is one thing, building up the intensity is great, but there comes a time when you just know you need to give in.

 

Taking my time to enjoy this glorious sensation I eased deeper and deeper, trying to do it as slow as possible to make the sensation last, as my balls reached her pussy lips I felt the tip of my cock ground out against her deepest parts, I held it there gripped by the pulsing muscles of her love tube, buried to the hilt and at last where I so wanted to be.

 

I rocked my hips side to side to rub the deeply buried tip around inside, pressing it against the entrance to her cervix and rubbing and massaging around the G-spot area.

Slowly I withdrew, teasingly drawing my cock slowly out till the tip was just barely inside, her breathing showed me she was so enjoying me inside her, with a struggle I held back the urge to thrust hard and fast and fill her with my juices.  I teasingly gave a few mock thrusting movements, watching the need and the excitement of the anticipation in her face, her mound lifting against me trying to force me inside. 

 

I waited!...

 

Without warning I thrust hard, slamming my hardness back to the full depths of her pussy, feeling the tip once again ground out and my cock almost bend as it could not go any further.  Her loud gasp and the way she arched her back excited me as I held it there again buried to the hilt.  Several times I repeated this, hearing her moans and watching the need in her face grow for me to increase my actions.

 

My own urge was now too great to ignore too and I began to thrust in and out, I could feel her flooding in the excitement, the air and flowing juices rippling down the side of my shaft before being released with a loud rasp and spraying my ball sack.  The urge to fuck was so strong, not just to thrust but to take as hard and deep as I could, reaching forward I took hold of her breasts, and while my thumbs flicked her nipples I pulled on them, pushing her further onto my cock with a loud plop as my balls slapped her dripping lips. 

 

Bursts of rapid thrusting that would have put a Rabbit to shame, followed by slow long deep sensual thrusts, I alternated my speed and allowed myself to breathe before engaging high gear and taking her yet again as hard as I could.  I walked the swing forward, raising her up in the air and using her weight to push her down on my shaft, changing the angle so the tip rubbed different areas of her depths, holding the swing high and keeping every last centimetre of me buried.

 

With that this beautiful lady came, her whole body shook as she wriggled around on my cock, bouncing and jerking as if in a seizure, her pussy gripping my cock and milking it with the spasms.  Each time she started to come down from the orgasm I thrust a few times hard and rapid and re-ignited the orgasm to make her come again, each time flooding as if a tap had been turned on, pussy squirting at me each time my cock withdrew and un-corked her tight wet pussy.

 

My balls busting to release the bubbling seamen which felt as if it was boiling inside, I was fighting myself not to come yet.  I gently eased out and walked around to the head of the swing, lowering her head down by adjusting the straps.  I removed her blindfold, watching her blink rapidly to get used to the light, then I drew my hard wet shaft across her lips watching her own white milky cream that covered my shaft along with the clear juices she had squirted over him be transferred to her lips, her tongue sliding slowly across them and taking them inside to savour.

 

Feeling the tightness as the tip found a new shaft to explore, her head being so tilted back only allowed the slightest of gagging as it filled the hole, and that sensation of her passage slowly and gradually opening as if swallowing to accept me.  Taking my time and withdrawing away several times to allow her to breathe before I felt the resistance give way and my cock shaft slid smoothly deep into her throat till my balls rested on her moist lips.  My cock buried to the hilt inside her throat which I could see was visibly bulging in her neck. This deep sensation along with my playing of her nipples excited her so much she came.

 

We had been as intimate as you can get, we had fucked and we had orally gone as far as you can go, I was in heaven, I could still hardly believe that this gorgeous lady who I had worked beside was now naked in my bedroom and as close as we could possibly get. Something that had only happened in my dreams or at the times when I day-dreamed whilst trying to get relief, I didn't want this session to ever end.

 

I raised her head up, re-adjusting the straps till she was almost sitting up, letting her look around the yet unseen bedroom while I moved back around and between her legs.  The reddened pussy and wet lips still creamy from when we fucked invited me back to taste, I could feel the heat and smell the scent as my tongue and lips searched out the folds of skin, looking up at her face lit up by the sunlight from the adjacent window as if with a halo, yet this ladies halo had dropped today, today she was a horny sexy devil, already well taken, yet still eager for more, much more.

 

Teasing her lips apart and easing back the soft hood of her clit I placed the powerful bullet firmly on the bright swollen button, turning on at a low speed, I actually thought she was going to cum again right then.  Reaching into the box of toys I pulled out the thin hard G-spot vibe, rolling the curved tip in her juices to lubricate it ready to explore her I turned it on low at its base and began to enter her pussy.   

 

Her orgasms were coming thick and fast, the time between each had reduced and as soon as she stopped gasping and crying out from one, another orgasm would start to build. From where I knelt I could see the ripples as her stomach muscles contracted, her body trembling and then going into fits of spasm as the vibe and bullet sent the intense sensations through her body. I remember in one of previous flirtatious sexy conversations that she said she would never come as much as those in my stories or those in the videos she had seen, yet she was proving herself wrong today, this gorgeous lady had come to find out that her pussy was more active and eruptive than a volcano and had lost count the number of orgasms.

 

As she came yet again I removed the small vibe, her juices squirting so hard they splattered on my chest, the droplets hanging from the hairs and my own nipples like little pearls.  As I replaced the small vibe with the larger soft ribbed one, her moaning becoming far louder and more intense, almost resembling a woman in childbirth.  watching the pussy entrance stretch and then grasp over the increasing thickness of bulges along its length almost sucking it in by herself as I eased deeper inside and continued to twist.

 

It found the G-spot straight away, and as I began to thrust this soft toy to its depths and rub across that magic spot she was building up to an even bigger orgasm.  I pressed down hard on the base of the vibe pushing it towards her anus and lifting the tip inside her to apply pressure to G-spot, as I pumped at it with the toy she screamed, her whole body arcing off the base of the swing, as the pussy contractions forcefully expelled the toy, she squirted much harder than before, creating a large arc as her juices shot across the room.

 

“Oh yes, OH FUCK YES!” she screamed.

 

Now she was experiencing the sensations of non-stop cumming, and the intensity of play that made her squirt so powerfully, I was not intending to stop, I reached for the large 12” purple vibe, shaped like a long cock and ridged with vein like protrubences.  Slowly I eased the long vibe into her wet tunnel, watching it as ridge after ridge slowly disappeared inside. holding the vibe still but buried to the full I pushed the swing forward and let go, letting its own momentum allow her to ride its length, taking as much as she could handle, filling her to the full. 

 

I turned the bullet speed up, and changed from slow long insertions of the big vibe to faster ones building up the speed, my wrist plummeted this vinyl cock deep inside and took her, took her hard and fast till again the floodgates opened and she came hard with a deep loud growl.

 

She was panting so hard, she was red with heat and her throat sounded dry, placing the neck of a bottle of water to her lips I let her drink and replace some of the fluids she had covered me with.

 

Trickling baby oil over the hood of her clit and watching it trickle down over the glowing red pussy, I also massaged it into my fingers, covering my whole hand in the almond smelling oil.  Cupping her pussy in my hand I let my fingers steer the fluids into the pussy entrance and rubbed it over her anus.  Parting her lips my finger slipped inside, soon joined by a second and a third, tight now as I twisted and turned them inside before my little finger joined them, stretching her pussy entrance tight around them as they worked in and out. Pushing slightly harder each time making sure that I wasn’t hurting her till the knuckles rested on the hole, turning my wrist I revolved the four fingers inside and rasped the hard knobbly knuckles around the taught opening.

 

 

Her head was held back as if trying to allow more air to enter between the panting, her moans were constant as my thumb excited her clit and built up her forthcoming orgasm. My thumb tucked itself against my palm below my fingers and slowly started to push inside with the others. As my whole hand eased inside she came, gripping my hand in the hardest handshake it had even received as she shuddered and jerked, her pussy trying its best to push my hand out. I held fast giving small thrusting movements and slight turns of my hand, and immediately another orgasm flooded through her body making her cry out almost loud enough to rattle my windows.

 

As she started to settle down, I gently withdrew my hand just leaving the three longer fingers inside, feeling her pussy walls return to normal and grip around them as they slid softly in and out.  My little finger slid down the oily wet pussy and teased around her anus, slowly pushing at the tight hole till she expanded over its tip. Waiting till she accepted the intrusion before pushing deeper, slowly I started to rock my hand, alternating the thrusting of the three in her pussy and the small one in her anus, taking each in turn, pushing one in as the others withdrew. The other hand felt above her clit hood and searched below the skin for the hidden shaft, rolling it between finger and thumb.

 

Careful not to push her over top and make her cum so soon again, I carried this on pleasing her with sensation but slowing or stopping when I felt she was going to orgasm. I reached for a condom and quickly slid it over the almost bursting glans, unrolling it down the shaft. Pulling on the strap adjusters I raised her higher and stepped in against her, the tip sliding down over the wet and oily pussy the tip fell into place in the bullseye of her anus, pushing firmly she opened and stretched over the bulb, quickly gripping again below its ridge and holding it in place. Pausing again to let the muscle relax then pushing so it slowly eased deeper inside her tight ass.

 

I alternated my thrusting, hard and fast to slow and gently, twisting my hips so that when I thrust the tip rubbed and pressed and touched different spots inside. I reached forward and released her cuffs from the top straps and her hands reached down and gripped my waist pulling me inside her. She had become very loud now, each thrust was met with a loud  “Yes, yes” which seemed to be increasing in pitch each time.

 

She was now thrusting back to meet me and I could sense she was about to orgasm, I stepped up the speed and pounded hard and fast, “fuck me, fuck me, yes fuck me.” She now shouted, her eyes had almost rolled up in to her eye sockets as with a last mad rapid thrusting she screamed loud enough to wake the whole town and erupted into yet another shuddering fit impaled on my cock, shaking not just her body but mine too.

 

As the shaking subsided I eased my cock from her ass and gently I eased each of her feet out from the stirrups and lowered them to the floor, I had to support her when she tried to stand, wobbly and giddy I walked her over to the edge of the bed. As she sat trying to regain composure I removed the condom, watching this gorgeous lady, one that looked a bit flushed and bedraggled, but bedraggled in a nice sense, showing that she had just had such a great time and been fucked almost senseless.

 

As I approached her she reached forward and cupped a hand around my balls, the other hand reached around and grasped my still hard shaft, then her head moved forward and I felt those soft lips engulf the knob and once again suck hard. Her hands slipped around and gripped my ass cheeks, fingers digging in to the hairy cheeks and pulling me toward her, pushing my cock deeper in her mouth. Wetly and fast she sucked up and down my shaft, the sensations were strong and I felt my legs tremble, so hard to stand with such sensation going on, so I eased on to the bed and sat up against my pillows, bunching her hair into a ponytail in my hand so I could watch her gorgeous face bouncing up and down my shaft.

 

There was a look of devilment in her eyes as she stared up at mine, not that of a woman who has enjoyed herself but had enough, but one of a woman who has had lots, enjoyed herself, yet is addicted and still ravenous for more.

 

She let my cock plop out of her mouth and flick back against my stomach, kissing slowly up my body, over the belly button, over my chest till our lips met in a very passionate kiss.  Her legs slipped over either side of mine and her tongue danced in my mouth.  Suddenly I felt her hand grasp around my shaft, working the tip back and forth across the still dripping pussy, I felt her push the tip in the entrance and felt her rolling around on the very tip of my knob, teasing him, tempting him.

 

Reaching forward I grabbed her bouncing breasts and pulled her close to me, pushing them close together and trying to make the nipples touch as my tongue flicked both teats at the same time. She was now riding me so fast, like a jockey on the last leg of the grand national she bounced so fast on my cock, it was hard to keep her nipples in my mouth and suck them as she rode me so hard and with determination.

 

I sucked her nipples inside my mouth hard and let the teeth bite rapidly around the side of each teat, the sensation was enough and she just went crazy, growling, screaming, shaking, she randomly thrust on my cock in an uncontrollable fit resembling a rag doll tied to a road drill, I pulled her tight in my arms raising her bum then took over to thrust hard and deep upwards, I felt my balls flooded in warm fluid and with a final scream she collapsed into my arms shuddering as if naked on a winters day.

 

The need to be in control, dominance rearing its head from amongst the desire to be so submissive, she had had her few minutes of being in control.

 

“That was naughty wasn’t it, You tried to take control, you forgot who is the slave today didn’t you” I tried to say using my most dominant voice.

 

Her looks that had that expression of ‘oh god what is he going to do now’ followed me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching under the bed I pulled out the two very large firm cushions and placed them one on top of other on the bed, taking her hand I stood her up and guided her till she laid over the cushions.  Bum raised high in the air I walked around to her head and secured the two wrist cuffs to the restraint straps, then returned to do same with the ankle straps, pulling them tight so she was held firm, only her head being able to move which now was watching my every move in the mirror in front.

 

I almost felt guilty, there was this beautiful lady strapped down helplessly in front of me, someone I cared deeply for as a friend, someone who would be one of the last people in the world I could hurt or cause pain to willingly, yet I was about to.  No not excruciating pain, there was no way I could do that, but the level of pain that verges on the invisible limits between pleasure and pain.

 

She had expressed a desire, to be dominated, to be ‘Used’, a longing to be treated roughly, taken hard without her having any control. Yet safe rough, with someone who she knew would not go over top, that although meeting her desires would do nothing that would cause her severe pain, someone that would fulfil the desire without causing hurt or discomfort, someone she trusted implicitly.

 

The echo bounced around the room, ricocheting from wall to wall the sharp ‘Crack’ stinging the air almost as much as it stung her cheek. Another crack, this time from the other cheek, as I watched the two slowly change colour from pink to red, white imprints of my fingers glowing in the redness before too fading to red. I reached for the big leather heart shaped paddle, even louder cracks filled the room, interspersed  with a few loud "Owww"  and "Ouch" sounds.

 

“Remember, you’re my sex slave, you have to do as I say!” I reminded her.

 

After several slaps from the paddle to each cheek, both of now which glowed red I stood up and walked around to her head. As I knelt down I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard and passionately, “Watch my eyes” I told her not letting her eyes break the gaze as I stood up.

 

Still cupping her face in my hands,. my cock slipped between her lips and inched inside her mouth, without any gagging this time she accepted it deep, repeatedly swallowing my cock right down to the base of it's shaft.  Still transfixed with each others eyes as I gently slid in and out of her mouth and throat.

 

 Moving round behind her I eased onto the bed between her legs, with ease my cock found its target and once again I plundered her depths to the limit, balls slamming against her still reddened ass cheeks as I pounded hard. Reaching forward to grab hold of her shoulders I pulled her back as I thrust, gaining an extra centimetre of depth, pounding as fast as I could, as deep as I could, my cock bending as I forced more inside than there was room for.

 

 Her head rocked violently from side to side as I thrust, I knew she was on the way to yet another really powerful orgasm, yet I wanted her to wait, I wanted us to cum together, so slipping my cock out despite her disapproving sigh I reached for the toy box, slipping the extremely tight ring of the Triple-pleaser down my shaft to rest above my balls, the bullet vibe back in its ring holder now suspended below my ball sack and the flexible dildo swaying parallel to my own cock. 

 The cock-ring was making my already hard cock harder, restricting the return blood flow it was now gorging with blood and swelling, dark purple more prominent beside the bright orange of the dildo. I eased my now throbbing cock back into her pussy, guiding the ribbed flexible shaft of the dildo into her tight ass, and turning on the bullet to shake both as they began to enter.

 

 

Easing off the toy was not easy, especially as I wanted it off quick, free of the toy I reached over and unclipped her from the harness, rolling her over onto her back I straddled her and placed my cock between her breasts, she pushed her breasts together to grip him, covering all but the tip, I began to thrust between them, watching her crane her neck to look down, mouth open and tongue out to lick his tip on the forward thrusts.

 

I could hold back no more, the fire was too strong, the need to release too great, as I gripped her face in my hands and made a final thrust I exploded hard, my hot jet of white cream spurting out and landing on her tongue and lips, then the second jet hit her chin, dripping down as the last spasms dribbled my cream onto her breasts.  As she licked her lips and I saw her swallow her mouthful of hot juice, she pushed forward and took him back into her mouth, sucking the knob clean.

 

I Took her hands I held them as together we massaged the remaining cum into her bosom. Both still panting, sweating profusely from the intense physical action we just collapsed into each others arms and laid there silently  cuddling and looking into each others eyes.

 

That feeling of exaltation yet also the feeling of sadness knowing the day was over, knowing that she had to leave and go home. I got up and ran a shower for her, and as she climbed in I climbed in behind, not wanting to waste a minute of this fantastic day.

 

I pulled her back towards me, reaching round and covering her breasts in shower gel and massaged them till they were creamy with soap, as we kissed I turned her round and felt her firm breasts against my chest, nipples still hard and extended as they rubbed through the hairs on my chest amidst the soap. I washed her back, then just held her close as we let the water flush us clean. I slipped out of the shower and as this beautiful woman stepped out of the bath I wrapped her in a fresh large towel, dabbing her softly to dry her.

 

As she went to dress I made a fresh coffee, sticking the old cups that we never got around to drinking into the sink, taking the drink into the front room I found her searching for the clothing I had taken off her hours earlier, watching her dress and change back from the very ravaged horny devil to the smart sweet demure lady that had walked in just hours before.

 

Then she was gone, the place seemed so quiet and empty, I tried to busy myself, stripping the bed and putting it in to wash, scrubbing and sterilizing the toys, cleaning the waterproof sheet and swing.  All the time wondering if I had done enough to make her want to come back and play again another time.

 

The musical tinkle echoed round the room as my mobile phone rang..

 

 “Hello Paul, I was wondering if you fancied meeting up for a Coffee sometime next week?”