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The Chair

By: category2



She met him at the front door at the end of his working day, kissed him and laid his briefcase on the floor at the foot of the stairs. Taking him by the hand she led him into the lounge, pulled a chair from under the table and turned it round to face him. She pushed him down to sit and straddled her legs across him leaning in close to kiss him harder, her hands moving up his arms, over his shoulders to lace in his short dark hair. He smiled under her kiss and wrapped a hank of her long hair in his hand, pulling her face away from his to look into her eyes and ask if he could have something to eat first. She told him he could soon but she needed to finish preparing it and he had to be patient. Her fingers worked quickly down his shirt buttons, pushing both jacket and shirt down his arms and throwing them casually in a heap on the sofa. She reached behind him to the table and took one of her silk scarves usually used for tying up her hair, knotted it quickly around his wrist and tied it to the leg of the chair. Then she did the same with his right wrist. Now he was half naked, tied to a chair and hungry, great.

She stood in front of him about a foot from his knees and after releasing the buttons on her jeans, slid them down past her hips to the floor and stepped delicately out of them. Next she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, underneath she was wearing her newest corset, black silk with dark purple ribbons lacing it up the back, it did everything a corset should do, her breasts rested just inside the fabric, pushed up high, nipples barely hidden from view. Her waist was pulled in tight and her hips were accentuated, creating the perfect hour-glass figure. She raised her eyebrows giving him her best wicked grin and he bit his lip and laughed, realising he was fighting a losing battle if she wanted him now. Food could wait.

The layout of their house was such that he could see the rest of the lounge from where he sat and also through the hall to the bottom of the stairs and into the kitchen, just the sink and part of the worktops. She turned telling him she was going to finish his meal while he waited, looked over her shoulder at him, dark eyes sparking and walked slowly into the kitchen. She stood at the sink, far enough away that the water didn't splash her and began to rinse vegetables under the running tap. As she stood there he could see her breasts moving slightly above the stiff constraints of the corset as she breathed but otherwise it could be any other evening with her preparing their meal. He suddenly remembered the children and asked where they were, he really didn't want them suddenly walking in to see him tied to a chair stripped to the waist, she said they were stopping with friends and that they were all alone and wouldn't be disturbed. 

Since she was standing sideways on to him he had the perfect view of her arse, rounded and firm, held in beneath the corset, shaped perfectly. His eyes ran down her thighs, past the lace tops of her black stockings to her high black heels. After three children she still managed to turn him on just by looking at her, he felt his breathing quicken and a familiar pulse in his cock. She dried the vegetables and took them over to the worktop, still in view and reaching for the 12" cooks knife ran her finger along the blade to check its edge. She began to sort and chop spring onions, not hurrying, not looking at him, just slowly and deliberately, each downward thrust with the knife causing her thighs and arse to tighten almost imperceptibly, her breasts to shudder slightly.

When she had finished the onions she wiped her hands on a cloth and walked towards him into the lounge, by turning his head to the right he could follow her progress watching her hips sway with each step her thighs smooth and glossy catching the light, her shoulder blades creamy and soft in the reddish glow from the setting sun. She reached down and turned on the stereo, one of her favourite cds of classic rat pack love songs flowing gently from the speakers. She walked back past him, not looking at him at all but out of the window behind him at the garden beyond, her hands reaching up to her lips, travelling down her throat and slowly across her breasts pausing to rub her nipples through the silk as she returned to the kitchen. Now he really was getting turned on, he loved it when she played with her body in front of him and he felt like a secret voyeur, as if he wasn't really there but was invisible to her and had stumbled across her alone in the house. Once back at the worktop she began to slice red peppers into thin strips, placing them in a neat pile on a plate at the side of her, then adding green peppers too. 

The whole time as he watched her he could feel his heart increasing its pace, his cock begin to harden, his arse clenching momentarily as he bit his bottom lip and his breathing deepened. She began to wipe mushrooms at the sink, totally absorbed in this completely mundane task, looking like something from a lingerie catalogue misplaced in the real world. He couldn't be sure that she was even aware of him, she certainly didn't look at him or give any indication that she was aware of his increasing desire. She hadn't spoken to him since he asked about the children and hadn't given any indication that her mind was on anything except the vegetables in front of her. Then she licked her lips and took one delicate bite from the mushroom in her fingers, turning her head slightly to the left, her eyes travelling along the carpet between the rooms which separated them, up his legs and chest to his own eyes and smiled slightly as she chewed. She was about 12 feet from where he sat, far enough away that with being tied to the chair he had no hope at all of reaching her but close enough that he could see her nipples hardening through the corset as she watched him. She dried and wiped her hands again and placed them on her thighs caressing her skin through the thin silk of her stockings, they slid to the inside of her thighs, rising up to the black silk of her thong, touching the lace edge gently before her first two fingers on her right hand slipped beneath the fabric and began to tease her clit. Her left hand moved up to cup one breast in her palm, her thumb rubbing slowly across the nipple, causing it to harden still more as she watched his reaction. He took a deep intake of breath as she moaned slightly from the combined touch of her hands and closed her eyes. He could feel his cock uncomfortably hard beneath his trousers and groaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain. She closed her eyes, smiled to herself and stretched like a cat. When she opened her eyes she was looking straight into his and walked to him, her heels tapping across the tiles.

She knelt in front of him and without saying a word unzipped his trousers and as he shifted his weight pulled them over his arse and down his legs to his ankles. Her hands ran slowly up his calves, heat coursing through his skin at the first touch from her for almost half an hour, they continued across his thighs and his cock jumped visibly beneath his boxers which quickly followed his trousers to the floor. Without the restraint of his boxers his cock could finally stand properly erect and he slid forward on the chair trying to reach her with his legs. With his clothing around his feet he couldn't even trap her between his thighs and pull her towards him, he had no choice but to sit and watch her as she leant into him and moved catlike towards his cock. 

She wasn't touching his body at all, was angled just out of reach so she could get her head almost into his lap without any of her making physical contact with him. He could feel her though, the heat from her skin burning down onto his thighs, the smell of her perfume in his nostrils, for one sublime moment he thought she was going to suck him but she stopped just short of contact again and merely knelt there, a fraction of an inch away from his balls, mouth open slightly, her breath hot on his cock. She licked her lips slowly and looked up at him, those killer eyes sparking at him again, lust written all over her face. He realised with a jolt that his cock would touch her lips if he just moved a tiny amount in his chair but he didn't. As perverse as it sounded he liked the fact that she was in control and was choosing not to touch him in any way, he liked the tension in the air, the physical closeness of her. He could feel her although she wasn't touching him, could smell her skin, could look down the black sheen of her corset, down the dark ribbons lacing her in, follow their path down to the small bow at the base of her spine, see her arse divided by the tiny strip of black silk running between her cheeks.

They stayed in that position for what seemed like an hour but also a split second just looking at each other with her breath hot on his cock then suddenly she stood up and without a backward glance walked back into the kitchen and around the door out of view. He was aware that his breathing was now coming faster and more ragged, his cock felt like it was straining to reach her in the other room, he could hear her taking a pan from the cupboard and setting it on the cooker. She returned to the sink and picked up the vegetables she had chopped then walked back to the cooker, it was agony not being able to see her, his ears sensitive to every sound she made, her heels on the tiles, the faint rustle of her stockings, there was a pause then the sound of a brush being stroked through her hair; she was tying it up before she began cooking. He heard her pick up a plate and a sudden fierce sizzling from behind the door; stir fry. After a few minutes the spitting sound lessened and he could hear only the scrape of a spatula in the pan, followed by a brief hush, as she transferred the food to a bowl. Her shoes echoed on the hard floor again as she came back to the doorway holding a large glass bowl filled with Chinese in one hand and a bottle of Becks in the other, she walked back towards him and knelt down, her hair tied up with a piece of black silk, stray ends floating lose about her shoulders. Putting the bottle on the floor beside his feet, she stirred the vegetables briefly before skewering a piece of chicken, some bean-sprouts and mange-tout on the fork and raising it to his mouth. 

He looked at her in disbelief, she actually expected him to eat! Sitting in their lounge, naked and tied to a chair, his cock practically poking him in the stomach. All he wanted her to do was sit on his lap and fuck him, but he opened his mouth like a well-behaved toddler and pulled the food into his mouth. It was good, flavoured with plenty of ginger and garlic, just how he liked it, after a couple of mouthfuls she put the fork in the bowl and reached to hold the bottle to his lips, the ice cold beer fizzing in his mouth, running cold down his throat cooling the heat from the five-spice seasoning. They continued like this for some time, alternating the hot, spicy food with icy liquid until he had consumed both, the whole time her eyes hardly left his looking into him as if she could read his soul.

When the bowl was cleaned and the bottle emptied she stood slowly and took them both into the kitchen and began to run water into the sink and to wash the dishes. She was back in the same position again, near yet far, her naked arse, legs sheathed in black silk, tits sitting creamy white above the harsh black confines of her corset, the only difference was her neck and shoulders were no longer covered by her hair, he could see more of her skin, the contrast between the smooth creamy softness and silky black restraints made him groan aloud again, half pleasure, half pain. She turned her head marginally to the left and watched him from the corner of her eyes, smiling slightly as she regarded his hard on and his chest moving with his deep uneven breathing. 

As soon as the water had drained from the sink she dried her hands and walked towards him, grinning broadly now. She stood before him, rested one hand lightly on his shoulder, leaned into him and kissed him softly on the lips. 

He responded immediately stretching up to kiss her harder, pulling the scarves around his wrists painfully tight for the first time, when she stopped and took a step back to look at him he breathed a long breath out and moaned.

Suddenly she seemed to change to a higher gear and reaching down slid her thong off in one smooth swift motion, stepped out of it and sat across his lap, her breasts flattened to his chest, his cock cocooned between their stomachs. Her left hand reached around behind his head to caress his neck, her right hand reaching down to his balls shifting her weight back slightly to give her room, her lips on his neck and ears. He groaned from her touch and buried his face in her hair breathing in her perfume in deep gulps. She raised herself up till the tip of his cock touched her cunt and slowly lowered herself onto him, her muscles holding him tight inside her. She moved closer to him once more and arched her back moving herself along his length her pelvis rocking so he was alternately deep within her and almost slipping out, keeping the rhythm steady, the pace increasing with his desire. He couldn't stand not being able to touch her and begged her to undo the scarves around his wrists; she leant forward and pulled them off still moving on him the whole time. 

When his hands were free he reached up to her arse and began to untie the ribbons at the bottom of her corset, she increased the pace further till he gave up and realised that he wouldn't get it undone before he came, grasped her arse in his hands and pulled her harder onto him making her gasp and he thrust deep inside her. She moved her head to kiss him fiercely on the lips and closed her eyes, her head thrown back as she began to come, moaning deeply her chest heaving above the black silk, his head burying in her cleavage licking her creamy flesh as he came long and loud inside her.

The Chair



He arrived home totally exhausted, collapsing in his favorite chair his mind drifting, body relaxing from his busy day. Half dozing he glanced at his watch and jumped to his feet. He had forgotten his date tonight! She would be picking him up in an hour. Suddenly alert, he dashed for the shower to prepare for the evening.

The key slid easily into the lock and the door opened with a soft click. Slowly the door opened and she stepped inside. Pausing she glanced around the room making sure he was not in sight. She listened and could hear the water running in the shower. Smiling to herself she moved quickly to the bedroom and made sure that the door to the bath was closed. Quickly she moved his reading chair to a corner of the room, making sure it was facing the bed. She went back to the front door opened it and gestured to some one waiting outside. Moments later the two of them went back to the bedroom with a black bag.

The second, smaller, woman sat down behind the chair. Opening the bag she busied herself with the contents. The first, taller, woman sat primly upon the bed her coat wrapped tightly around her as she waited. A few minutes later the water stopped and they could hear him humming to himself behind the closed door. The door opened, he stepped out and tryed to pause in mid-stride when he saw her sitting on his bed.

"Ingrid!" he said in surprise, falling over his feet while simultaneously trying to cover his naked body with the towel in his hands.

"What are you doing? I'm pretty sure I have seen you naked before." She said, a giggle in her voice. She stood, still wrapped in her coat, reaching for him, drawing him to her. Her lips found his and they kissed her hands exploring his naked body.

"I thought we were going out."

"I've changed my mind. Is that okay?" He nodded and she pushed him to the chair. He sat down, cupping her ass in his hands as he stared up at her.

"You going to take that off?"

"I might, if you are a good boy." She pressed herself down on to him stretching out against his hard body. Tongues entwining again she found his hands and pushed them up above his head. Her desire for him smoldered at the feel of his body beneath her. She rolled her pelvis against him and could feel his cock begin to swell. She pressed herself harder against him, holding his hands tight above his head crushing her breasts between them while sliding slowly up and down his body, feeling his body responding to her knowing his need was becoming as urgent as hers.

"Have I been a good boy yet?" he whispered.

"Not yet," she whispered back. At that moment handcuffs clicked closed around his wrists. His eyes flew open in surprise.

"What?!" As he spoke he felt someone grab his legs binding them tight against the legs of the chair. A gag slipped across his mouth as he tried to speak again. Ingrid raised her finger to her smiling lips for him to be silent. He struggled against his bonds as Ingrid stood up.

"I got so horny thinking about our date tonight that I was afraid that you wouldn't be enough for me. So I decided to bring along a friend," she said, smiling coyly, "I hope you don't mind. I thought that you might like to watch, then I thought it would be more fun to make you watch." With a twinkle in her eye she gestured and who ever had been behind the chair stepped out. All he could see was the back of a small petite woman with long dark hair. Dressed in a blue lace cut-out babydoll, her thong accentuated the curvy cheeks of her ass as she crossed the short distance to Ingrid. They embraced and he could see the woman's hands working their way inside Ingrid's coat. 

The coat came open and the woman stood to one side revealing what lay beneath the coat to him. Ingrid stood before him dressed in red thigh high stockings, a red thong and a red demi-bra that lifted her uptilted breasts to his eager gaze. Now he recognized the other woman, Cheri! He didn't know she was in town. Ingrid's nipples were hard and Cheri's hands were running up and down Ingrid's body exploring the curves of her body. She pulled the coat off of Ingrid's shoulders and he could see Ingrid's hands on Cheri now. Cheri undid the bra releasing Ingrid's breasts, immediately taking one hard nipple in her mouth and sucking it between her lips. Ingrid groaned, cupping Cheri's ass with one hand while fondling Cheri's breasts with the other as Cheri's mouth continued to kiss and suck her rock hard nipples.

Slowly Cheri slipped a hand down to Ingrid's thong rubbing Ingrid's pussy through the silky material. In response Ingrid pulled Cheri to her, cupping Cheri's ass in her hands and thrusting her pussy against Cheri's. Still kissing they sat on the bed, each casting glances at their captive in the chair. He continued to struggle against his bonds as the two women played with each other their soft cries filling the bedroom. His cock was hard and throbbing and he felt like it might explode if he did not get some relief. He continued to watch as they undressed each other, hands gently removing clothing from their well-oiled bodies. Ingrid sat up on the edge of the bed and Cheri knelt on the floor between her legs.     He could see her pink tongue begin to explore Ingrid's hot slit. Watching as Ingrid spread her legs wide to give Cheri room to explore every crevice.Seeing Cheri's expert tongue licking, sucking and nibbling Ingrid's smooth pussy drove him nearly insane. Her hands gripped Ingrid's ass as Ingrid leaned back thrusting her pussy into Cheri's face, her eyes closed. She began to moan, softly at first then louder and louder as Cheri's tongue had its way with her pussy. Before his eyes her body stiffened, hard as steel, trapping Cheri's head between her thighs. He saw her spasm, buck and thrash, heard her cry out as her orgasm crashed through her. Ingrid collapsed back on the bed. Cheri turned to him, smiling, her face glistening with Ingrid's juices.

Cheri stood and walked over to him. Standing above him she straddled his legs. He could see her pussy was wet and dripping. She bent down rubbing her small breasts across his face, gripping his throbbing cock with one hand. Slowly she stroked his rampant member, rubbing the pre-cum across the aching head. She moved closer rubbing his shaft across her pussy with her hand, letting her lips caress and stroke the hard shaft. He groaned low in his chest, more of a rumble than a sound. He looked over and saw Ingrid lying on her side on the bed, watching them. His eyes begged her to release him, but the wicked gleam in her eye said no. Cheri kissed him gently on the lips, sucked lightly on his nipples and then a final kiss on his throbbing member. She smiled, turning her back on him walking back to the bed.

She climbed on the bed giving him a view of her pussy framed by the soft cheeks of her ass. She pushed Ingrid over on to her back rubbing her breasts across Ingrid's lips. He could see Ingrid's tongue dart out, tasting the succulent flesh then sucking Cheri's hard nipples between her lips. Ingrid's hands exploring the flesh of the woman on top her, brushing across the firm ass then pulling it down to her, thrusting her pelvis up to meet Cheri's. They ground together for a moment, then Cheri rose above Ingrid, inching her way forward till her pussy was inches away from Ingrid's mouth. Ingrid looked over at him again, staring at his throbbing cock, jerking and bobbing at the sight of the two women on his bed. 

Cupping Cheri's ass in her hands Ingrid pulled her forward the last few inches till her face disappeared between Cheri's thighs. Cheri cried out at the sudden contact and leaned forward, supporting herself against the wall as Ingrid's tongue began to lick up and down her pussy. Ingrid's hands kneaded the flesh of her ass causing shivers to run up and down her spine and she thrust her pussy down hard against Ingrid's mouth. AS Ingrid's tongue explored Cheri's pusy, Ingrid's fingers began fondling Cheri's ass, till one long nimble finger began to probe Cheri's rosebud. He watched in desperate fascination as her finger thrust deep inside Cheri's ass, saw Cheri shudder for a moment, raising up as if trying to escape the probing finger then come back down to impale herself on it. Ingrid's finger began fucking in and out of Cheri's ass in time with her tongue fucking in and out of Cheri's wet pussy. He could tell Cheri was close, her muscles beginning to tighten, then she through her head back crying out as the first spasm of her orgasm shot through her. Then another and another as Ingrid showed her no mercy, eagerly licking up Cheri's juices. Cheri collapsed to one side.

Ingrid rolled over to face him. Cheri spooning up against Ingrid's back her hands lightly fondling Ingrid's breasts and brushing over her smooth pussy, watching over the curve of Ingrid's shoulder. "Did you like that?" He could only nod his yes.

"What do you think Cheri, shall we untie him now?"

"No, I'm sure he is not ready for us yet."

"Oh, but his cock looks so long and stiff."

"Well perhaps we could go closer and check on him."

They walked over to the bed, their bodies glistening with the sweat of their lovemaking. His eyes were nearly bulging from his head, his cock stiff and demanding. He strained against his bonds his only thoughts on the two beautiful women before him and what it would feel like when his cock was plunging in and out of their hot, wet pussies. They knelt in front of him their hands began exploring his cock, teasingly, softly. He groaned through the gag, the soft touch of their hands driving him to the edge of desperation. Then Ingrid moved closer, pushing her breasts around his cock, feeling it pulse against her skin. She started to move up and down, fucking his cock with her tits.

He groaned loud even through the gag. The friction of her breasts around his cock was exquisite. Cheri took his balls in her hand and held the base of his cock with the other as Ingrid continued to fuck her tits with his cock. Cheri could feel he was about to cum, continuing to massage his aching balls. Ingrid held her breasts tighter against his cock and suddenly he was over the edge his cock spurting stream after stream of hot cum covering Ingrid's lips and falling across her breasts. She leaned away letting his deflating cock fall into his lap. With one finger she scooped up some of his cum from her breasts licking it clean with long slow strokes of her tongue. Then Cheri was there, licking up his cum from Ingrid's breasts then kissing Ingrid long and hard sharing his cum between them.

"Well, that was not what a good boy would do," said Cheri, her voice husky with desire. "A good boy would have waited till his cock was buried in my pussy to cum." She licked her way up his bound body, pausing to suck hard on his nipples. He could feel his cock begin to stir. Then her lips were on his and he could taste his cum on them. Their tongues dueled and he could feel a pair of hands fondling his cock and balls, Ingrid's hands. He knew Ingrid's touch as she gently massaged his aching balls with one hand, stroking the shaft with the other gradually he began to swell again. Cheri continued to kiss him running her hands up and down his chest and stomach he could fell Ingrid wrapping her lips around his cock. Taking it deep in her mouth, loving it with her lips and tongue. Before long he was hard and throbbing again, the heat of her mouth creating electric thrills up and down his body.

Ingrid's mouth left his cock "He's a good boy now Cheri. Although he is awfully cute all tied up like that. Let's try something else. Take the gag out of his mouth." Cheri stood up removing the gag. He started to speak but she held her finger to her lips.

"Remember, we haven't decided if you have been good yet," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Ingrid was slowly stroking his shaft, the friction unbelievably good. She motioned to Cheri, and Cheri crawled up on the chair with some difficulty, then she was kneeling above his face, supporting herself on the wall with her hands, her pussy inches from his face. Behind her he could feel Ingrid straddling his legs. As he looked up at Cheri's face he could see Ingrid's hands cupping Cheri's breasts. Cheri groaned and lowered her pussy to his face.

"Suck it, suck it hard, make me cum," she moaned, Ingrid began pinching and tweaking Cheri's hard nipples. He complied eagerly, his tongue darting out and probing Cheri's hot pussy, tasting her juices, searching out her clit, probing for the entrance to her hot tunnel. Ingrid took his cock in her hand, stroking it holding it straight up. She began to use his cock to play with her pussy, rubbing her lips, teasing her clit. Then ever so slowly she impaled herself on his rampant member, the heat and friction intense, he thrust up to meet her driving his cock as deeply as he could into her hot pussy. He groaned into Cheri's pussy and he felt her respond in kind driving her pussy down to meet his tongue.

Licking and sucking he ate her like a man dying of thirst. Ingrid began a slow rolling fucking motion, squeezing his cock with each thrust, holding him down with her body to trap him inside her before beginning again. He was dying of delicious agony. Spurred on by the electric thrills coming from his cock his tongue was a like a live wire across Cheri's sweet pussy. He sucked hard on her clit and felt her tense and spasm, thrusting down hard against his face while her body exploded in a massive orgasm. She remained still for a moment his face trapped between her thighs while she caught her breath. 

Still Ingrid continued her slow fucking, driving him insane with desire. He tried to thrust up harder to meet her but she held him in place. Taking him this time, taking her own pleasure from his body. Cheri scrambled out of the chair, and he could finally see Ingrid as she fucked up and down on his hard cock. She placed her hands on his chest and increased her tempo. Now he was free to meet her thrust for thrust. She fucked back even harder, her muscles milking his shaft. He felt, saw her shudder for a moment, felt her body go rigid as steel, gripping him like a vice as her orgasm burst through her like a freight train. She bucked and thrashed on his hard cock squeezing it as her spasms continued. Her powerful orgasm was to much for him and he drove up with all his might, lifting her from the floor as wad after wad of hot searing cum flooded her body. He collapsed back into the chair, Ingrid lying on top of him.

She groaned, "Cheri, let him go. I think he will be a good boy now." He felt his legs go free and heard a click, as the handcuffs were unlocked. Ingrid stood up and held out her hand, helping him stand. His body ached.

"Oh, I'm sore, and parts of my body are asleep," he said. Ingrid took him by the hand and pulled him to the bed.

"I think we can do something about that," she replied kissing him lightly on the lips. "We need you in tip top condition now, the night has only begun."

He stretched out on his stomach on the bed and soon two pairs of nimble hands were gently massaging his body, oiling up his skin so their hands would slide across it. Rubbing and caressing the tight muscles convincing them to relax, as the aches subsided a swelling began, as Ingrid had said the evening was young.



The Chair



So, here we are again, me, you, and the chair. I can't wait to meet you, and so I sat down, imagining what it would be like. we'd made plans to meet today, you called saying you would be here, but you didn't quite know when....sometime in the afternoon. So, I'd gotten everything ready, dressed, and sat here in the chair..... and waited. 

Soon, I heard a knock, and then the doorbell rang. I stood straightening my clothing, and then answered the door. I was slightly moist from just the anticipation of the whole thing. I answered the door, hanging behind it a bit so as to build on the surprise, and there you were! You stood there smiling, and I tried not to show how excited I was. However, with me, holding back the excitement is the same as shaking up a Coke can...the timing of opening the can has to be just right, or......

We stood and looked at each other and I gave my you my usual hug.... only yours could melt cheese the way you held me. I had to prevent myself from going totally off! I said hi, my voice shaking, still holding back. 

"Hi, I hope I wasn't too late, you answered back. You had something in your hands. For you.... you said sitting it on the coffee table. You can open it now, if you want."

I nodded. That hug made me so my circuits were screwed. You seemed to know what I was thinking, and hugged me again, this time with a rocking motion, running your fingers around my breasts. I held tight around your neck, but like an instant reflex, I ran my hands down until they were right around your hips and lightly brushed against your crotch. My thoughts lay there feeling the hardness until I heard you speak..... 

"Find anything you like down there?" you looked down at me and smiled slyly. I was embarrassed now. So, I moved away and gestured for you to sit down. We talked about video games, and I pointed out my game consoles out and showed you my computer....but I couldn't get my thoughts off of how hard you were. I could feel myself getting very moist. As usual, it felt like something everyone could see but me, so I did my best to not bring attention to it. I showed you around and you seemed intrigued and looked at my books. For awhile, I sat down in my chair. You continued to look at my books telling me what a nice selection I had. "Some on sex too, you said turning to me. Then you came and knelt in front of me. I think we're gonna get along just fine." you smiled. 

I felt you running your fingers between my thighs and I looked down and smiled, then quickly stood. On my way up, I grabbed your crotch again. You looked like you wanted to say something, so I stopped, removing my hand. You put my hand back and asked "What would you do next?" I softly brushed my lips all over your face, nuzzling the stubble on your cheeks. It reallllly turned me on. You kissed back, your arms tightening around me, everything was going very quick as I felt your arms move down and open your pants. I could suddenly feel the heat as you grabbed one of my hands and put it on your very swollen cock. I felt a brief surge go up my arms and all through my back....orgasm one. I felt you put your fingers between my legs as you kissed on my neck, rubbing your cheek there. The stubble was turning me on more than I could say. I felt another surge go down my back as I shook....orgasm two. Now I could hardly stand. Your hand still rubbing my crotch, I undid my pants so you could feel the wetness there.....I heard you moan...."Gosh, you're wet." I was so turned on, I could hardly stand, almost falling back in the chair......

"Wanna go back in the room? I heard you whisper. I think you need to lie down." I quickly shook my head, and felt you run your hands across my sweater, your thumbs massaging my nipples. You seemed to know exactly what to do. As you did this my fingers caressed and massaged your stiffened cock. I crouched down and nuzzled it against my cheek, kissing it, licking it, then I stood and led you back to the room......

In the darkness, I watched you undress , removing your pants, until all I could see was your cock moving around in a thick patch of hair. As I touched it, you proceeded to lie on the bed and look up at me. I slowly undressed...pulling my sweater over my shoulders and undoing my bra. My breasts tumbled out and you seemed to have pleasing grin on your face as they did. Then removing my panties, I jumped in with you. It was instantaneous as we went for the full body hug! I wrapped my legs around your thighs and yours around mine. You held me tightly and kissed me as your fingers wandered into my pussy and felt the extreme wetness. I heard us both moan as they rubbed there. My other hand felt and stroked your cock as I kissed you. Your cheek caressing me as you ran down my neck . Ohhhh, I felt you kissing and nuzzling my breasts.... the other you pinched and rubbed until I was shaking all over! From there you wandered to my crotch and gave me a very deep tonguing ....stopping ever so often to nibble my thighs. When you felt me gripping your shoulders you knew it was time. You stared at me, quivering and yet, almost sedated...orgasm three. You pressed my legs open and stood on your knees....massaging my pussy with your cock.... now it felt like a tease....I wanted you inside... PLEASE, NOW.... you plunge....just into the opening, and then pull back. Running your hardness around the edges. Now I knew you were teasing.... I heard you whispering "How hard do you want it?"

"V..very hard, I muttered. Please, now, ram me now!" and so you proceeded to screw my brains out pushing deeply coming close to me and hitting it very hard. Ohhhh, it's soooo good! Was that me or him? Until I heard the familiar guttural sound, and your hot juices sprayed into me....then you flipped me over and inserted your still swollen cock into my ass. I proceeded to get on my knees and moan, moving with you, as you went slow, then faster. Mmmmmmm! It felt so good! You hit it hard bending to kiss me on the neck, now and then, until you came again....lying on my back and holding me. You kissed my neck and I lay there.....my lips dry. I was barely conscious.....until I opened my eyes again..... seeing my clothes on, my pussy - soaked fingers, and myself still in the chair. I sighed to myself saying..."Game over."



The Chair



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My boyfriend knew how much I loved to be tied up and to look at him as though I were helpless and to think that he could do anything to me. We had discovered my submission by accident, but had it opened up our sex lives! In the past, I would never have done half the things we currently did. Maybe over time I will share some of those things. Personally, I think being tied has allowed me to relax and enjoy what he wanted to do. After all, I was a good girl and with him having all of the power I was free to try new things.

I'd been with Gary for five years. As in all relationships, things had settled down and become routine. Gary had always been supportive, a great listener, and nice to me. By no means was he a stud, or the best lover that I've ever had. But, we were building a great life together. Gary had short brown hair and stood around five feet, ten inches, which fitted me perfectly because I could still wear my tallest of pumps and not tower above him.

After work, Gary loved to wear jeans and T-shirts. One thing that made Gary different was that he never tried to change me. Most of the guys that I'd dated before loved to tone down my style of dress. Not that I dressed like a slut or anything, but my past boyfriends wanted my skirts longer and for me to wear padded bras. I wasn't allowed anything lacey, as they'd have gotten jealous if my nipples showed. Gary, on the other hand, made me feel like a queen and loved to "put me on display" and show me off as his.

We were very active and athletic, riding bikes on the weekend and watching what we ate. The only thing Gary would want different would be for me to have a C cup and not a B. One of our newest games was having Gary tie me up. Oh, I loved it! The total loss of control! I loved being under Gary's control and fully submitting to him. My senses were heightened as I felt him do things to me and how my body responded to his touch... Oh, I have enjoyed lots of orgasms in my life, but never had I felt anything that powerful!

One night while I was being tied up, hubby's friends came over. There I was, tied in a chair with my blouse in disarray. While still in my blouse, hubby pulled it over my head, putting my breasts on display (as he loved to say). My Victoria's Secret bra had a front closure, so he was able to show my breasts without removing my bra. Seemingly from nowhere, he had panties in his hand and placed them in my mouth. Sometimes he liked to blindfold me so that I was clue-less as to what he was going to do to me. That day, he wanted me to see. The arousal started to build as he owned me. Every now and then I enjoyed a little humiliation. Gary was a very loving man and I had never been in any abusive relationship. So I didn't mind when he said dirty things to me, or asked me to remove my panties while we are out. Oh, and I just loved it when he wanted me to flash.

Then one innocent night everything changed. I came home and was greeted by a masked man. I knew it was Gary because of his usual cologne. Gary tied me up and started to play his little power game. First, he removed my skirt. Then he tied my arms and legs to the chair and placed a pair of panties in my mouth. Oh, that dirty man. I loved it. Immediately, I noticed my scent.

The only protection my pussy had was the sheer, nude-colored pantyhose that I wore to work that day. My arms were tied, as were my legs, and I didn't wear panties to work under those pantyhose (but that is another story). After ten minutes of Gary's teasing, there was a knock at the door. He left me to answer it.

I heard him talking in a friendly tone and, oh! I was hoping it was Mike. I'd been creaming my panties for him. Gary knew that, because whenever Mike was around, Gary got laid. It did take Gary some time to understand that, but by last year, hubby finally picked up on it. Oh, I'd been dropping hints to the man, touching his powerful forearms while looking into his sexy eyes. Gary had started to enjoy dirty talk in bed and, on many nights, loved talking about Mike.

He walked in. Gary came into the room with Mike, and I took note that Gary had removed his mask. I screamed to the panties in my mouth. My husband became rock-hard as his friend looked at me. Talk about feeling sexy, my husband was showing me off to his friend... the same friend that I'd been masturbating over for years. Both Gary and Mike stared at me. How I loved them looking at my exposed body!

Mike pulled at his jeans to give himself more room. Seeing him do that just pushed me over the edge. This stud was aroused from seeing me. Then I came... oh god, did I cum! Seeing him just pushed me over the edge. Mike looked at my husband as I tried to regain whatever dignity I could find. Now I had something to worry about.

The wet spot between my legs! I had to see. How bad had I wet my hose? Could they notice my scent? Did I want them to? What would these guys do? 

Mike looked at me and then hubby, saying, "I hope that I'm interrupting something."

My body was on fire as I had to wait for those studs. What would they do to me? How far would things go? Would that night be the night that I finally got to enjoy Mike?

Gary looked at me, "Sorry about that, Mike, we were about to start. Can I get you a beer?"

"Sure, that would be great." Gary left the room to get Mike his beer. Mike looked at me, at my body, and in a strong, confident voice, said, "I want to admire your sexy model." His eyes consumed every inch of my body. I could feel him touching me with those sexy green eyes of his. My body trembled with excitement, nothing hidden from this stud so that he could see all of me.

Gary returned, and handing Mike the beer, asked, "She's so sexy isn't she?"

"Oh, my god, yes."

"Go ahead and touch her, feel how soft her skin is." Gary looked into my eyes. I swear that he could see my fear and lust. I wanted this and hoped that he would not become jealous later. Gary had complete control over me and there was nothing that I could do. I was his and I wanted to also be Mike's. I'd never wanted two men before - and never two men at once.

Mike reached out and touched my face, and then my neck, whispering as if to himself, "So soft..."

"Yes, and see how she responds to your touch."

"Yeah, I like how her nipples are becoming thicker and her chest is red."

"Ya know, Mike, I think she likes it."

Mike looked down at my wet pussy and noticed how aroused I was. "Well, I love seeing her this way, finally being able to see her nude body." "You can do more than look," Gary said, as he grabbed Mike's wrist and placed his hand on my breast. Mike knew how to touch me and Gary backed off. "Don't you love her soft breasts, her hard nipples?"

Both men were standing around me, and I could see that their jeans had become rather tight. How long before I would get to see more? With my eyes streaming, I begged, "Take those damn sexy jeans off and show me what you have! I want to know what I'm about to get!" I had to know how bad these men wanted me.

I loved it, the lack of guilt and worry. Those studs could take me, use me, enjoy me, and give me a night of hard passion. What helped me feel comfortable was that Gary controlled it. It was Gary's idea. That gave me a great amount confidence. 

Gary sat down across from me, removed his shoes and then unzipped his jeans. Mike followed his lead. What a view it was, watching those men undress, knowing that they'd soon enjoy my female treasures. 

"Mike, go next to her. If you don't mind, I'm going to take some pictures."

"Of course," Mike said, as he moved over to me. What he hadn't known was that we had that room wired with a few movie cameras and I was sure that Gary was recording everything. Oh, Mike had that look, just like a kid in the candy store. I'm sure he was a little nervous, touching me, as he was not sure how Gary would react.

Mike touched my thigh. Electricity flowed though my body as his touch sent my mind into overdrive. I'd never had a man touch me like that, well, at least since I'd been married. And at that point, my husband was encouraging his friend not only to look at me but to touch me! I LOVED it. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I wanted to savor those feelings of having another man after being with just Gary. His hand moved teasingly over my body. Mike touched my stomach, then moved up to my neck, my chin, and finally my face. He had avoided my nipples and pussy. If he'd only known how badly I'd wanted him to touch me. God, how bad I'd wanted him in me. Every time his hands moved to my thighs I desperately tried to spread my legs for him. I wanted him in me! I wanted to feel him touch me. I needed his cock!

Gary moved behind him, taking pictures. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the flash. His friend was touching me; my body was overwhelming me with its cries for more attention, and my husband was capturing it all on film.

I could feel Mike moving closer. He kissed my chest and my neck. His lips felt like velvet against me. I needed more. He licked his way down to my chest and started to kiss all around my breasts. Silently, I begged him to take my nipple. The room was becoming a sauna and my body was the fire. I had to have this man taste my nipples. I wanted to feel him suck on me.

Gary walked around us, encouraging, "That's it Mike, that's so hot!"

Then he did it! Mike took my nipple. I felt his tongue touch me and he started to suck on me, his caress so soft, and yet, so manly. I offered no resistance, if only I could beg for him, but my restraints and the panties clenched between my teeth stopped me. I wanted to have him and then my husband.

"Hold it... pull on her nipple and let me get a few shots of that."

I had to look and see what was going on. Both men were nude, more importantly both men were hard. Gary was walking around, his cock bouncing as he snapped pictures. Mike was kneeling before me, touching me and sucking on my breasts. I could see his thick, stiff cock. Mike moved to get better access to my body. Oh, I could feel his cock touching my calf. I wanted that in me! I wanted for him to open me, stretch me, and just use my pussy.

Something pulled my head down to look at Mike as he nursed. If only I could run my fingers through his hair and pull him into me. If only I could pull this man into me, eat him alive.

Then Mike started to touch me, and most importantly, he finally touched my pussy. 

"Oh, don't worry about her hose, just rip the crotch out," Gary said. I couldn't believe my husband had just told another man to do that. How kinky!

Mike reached between my legs, and I finally felt his hand on my pussy as he gently pulled on the pantyhose. I could hear the hose tearing, granting my stud access to my most private feminine charms.

He had complete access to me. His thick fingers cupped my pussy and started to apply pressure. I was sure his fingers were very wet with my arousal because it felt like I was pouring. Mike then slipped my clit between his ring and index fingers. This man knew what I liked! Gary was talking to us and snapping away, but I didn't hear a word.

Mike pulled my clit away from my body, gently started to rock me with a little increase of pressure and that did it. I started to cum again. Little moans came out of my mouth as the men watched my body convulse.

Gary was teasing Mike, "See what you do to her? You didn't even fuck her yet and she came! Well, at least once so far."

Shuddering, I paused at what my husband had just said. Mike hadn't fucked me YET? Oh, my! Gary wanted Mike to fuck me! If I could only tell him that I would come twice! Then again, a girl shouldn't tell men those things as it would go straight to their heads. And I wanted a head in me, a nice thick mushroom, cumming-machine head.

"Since I'm taking some pictures, I've got some ideas. Let's move her around to capture some really sexy images. Like your cock between her pussy lips. That's one that I've been dreaming about for some time. Oh yeah, that'll be very sexy!"

The boys started to move me around, untying me, but keeping me under their control. Gary removed my blouse because my arms were going numb. They placed me on the couch and retied me. Men can be so gross! Why did I have to be spread-eagled? Anyone could take me then, as my pussy was exposed and open. Oh well, it was Gary's fantasy. My arms were tied behind my back and I turned my wrists, holding my wet cheeks.

(*** Might it be better if her hands were tied above her head?)

Gary started to direct again. "Now move between her legs and place your cock on her lips."

Mike did just that. I watched him grab that massive cock and place it on my lips. Even though I was tied up, I could still move. My body took control and my hips started rocking. Oh, that felt good. I tried my best to move his cock over my clit. I love to masturbate and I was using Mike to do it. 

"Hold it there," Gary commanded, and he moved into place and snapped some pictures. My mind raced in lust. It was so naughty. I had a man I'd only dreamed about between my legs, his hard cock on my pussy, and quickly he would be inside me. My husband snapped away taking naughty pictures. I noticed my kinky husband as he started to rub his hard cock.

I was totally lost and needed more. Once Gary finished taking those pictures, I tried my best to move Mike's cock into me. 

"Gary, I think Heather wants something!"

"What's that?" Gary asked as he looked down. I had a nervous smile on my face as they watched me. No one spoke, not even taking a breath. The room was dead quiet. No one knew what to expect. Oh, I knew what I wanted! I bit my lower lip as I moved my body to accept his cock. With a little help from Mike, I felt his tip enter my pussy lips. I looked at Mike and he smiled. I looked at Gary and then his cock. Gary's cock was leaking pre-cum!

I slid my hips down, taking Mike's cock into me. Immediately, I noticed how much thicker he was then Gary. Mike teased me, only allowing the head of his cock into me. I moaned and frowned as I wanted more! He denied me, making me want him even more. 


Gary let out a loud groan, catching our attention. Both Mike and I looked over to see something shocking. Gary had just shot his cum all over the carpeting. My husband had just shot cum from watching his best friend tease me with his cock! I couldn't believe it! At least he was enjoying it, too.

Mike looked at me, and whispered, "I guess your husband is enjoying himself. I think he loves watching me fuck you."

His words sent shivers through my body. With one quick thrust, he slammed all of his meat into me! I screamed into the panties. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Oh my, he was big and thick. He stayed there, just looking into my eyes. That was not his first time with a smaller woman, and so he gave my body time to adjust to his size.

Right on queue, he started moving his cock. It felt so good and so right! Gary started taking pictures again. Even though this was Gary's idea, it felt erotically strange to have my husband taking pictures of his friend fucking me.

"That's it, Mike, fuck her just like that. You should see some of the pictures that I have. Look at her. How sexy she looks! Damn, Mike, I think she really enjoys how you're fucking her!"

"She's so tight... her pussy feels so soft and tight." 

These men were talking about me, talking about my body, talking about my most intimate and personal charms. They talked about me like I wasn't there. In a way I wasn't, as the panties in my mouth kept me from talking. But they sure could hear me moan!

"Mike, pull most of your cock out of her, I want to take a picture of your cock all wet from her." And Mike did just what Gary asked. 

My kinky husband was directing his friend on how he should fuck me! Gary snapped away some pictures of that cock pulling out of me. Then Mike slipped back into me. So deep! A girl could get used to that kind of fucking! It went on for what felt like an hour, but probably it was only ten or so minutes.

Gary started to bark out some more orders, only this time Mike ignored them. "I'm sorry, man, but I really can't hold back any longer." Mike really started to pick up the pace, slamming harder and harder into me. My belly started to tighten for the orgasm. I relaxed and let Mike do what he wanted. The harder he fucked me, the harder it was to hold off. 

I felt some of Mike's sweat hit me and I knew he was close. This man was working! My orgasm hit me, like a freight train, and I screamed into my panties. My eyes closed, and I almost passed out from the passion. Mike gave one last, quick, hard thrust, pushing all of his body into me. That massive head expanded in me and he started to pump his cum into me.

Oh god, we didn't talk about that. He fucked me bareback and was cumming in me. I didn't care; I had to feel him cum inside me. Giving me all he had. I didn't care, I just wanted more.

Without a word, he collapsed on top of me. His cock still was deep in me and it wasn't moving or shrinking, just delivering the last of his cum. I could feel the last few spasms as my own orgasm came to an end.

No one said a thing. We just relaxed and took the time to digest the experience.

I had just had my first stud.

My husband watched me with his friend.

My husband gave me to his best friend.

Mike pulled out and moved over next to me, his love tool glistening with my juice. There was still a little cum on his cock. How would he taste? If only I were free to taste him.

While looking at Mike, Gary moved between my legs. I hadn't realized that he was hard. Without warning or fanfare, he guided himself into my pussy. I screamed and tried to stop him. I was dirty. How could he fuck me with Mike's cum in me? It was too late, and I couldn't stop him. Gary placed his cock in me and started to fuck me.

That was the first time I'd had two men. My husband started to fuck me furiously. I could tell he wouldn't last long. The show Mike had given was too much for him. Harder and faster, Gary fucked me. I was sure he was thinking about what Mike had just done to me. He tensed, only that time I couldn't feel his head pumping cum into me. Oh, I hoped it was the fact that I was a little numb from all that hard fucking.

Gary pulled out and looked at me. "Girl, how do you feel having two men?" He made a silly face and then pulled the panties out of my mouth. 

"You studs know how to treat a girl."

"Do you mean we know how to fuck a girl?"

"Yeah," I said. "That, too."

Gary reached around and untied me. I stood up, allowing the blood to flow though my body again. "Man, you guys also know how to make a mess."

That got Gary to jump up. "Wait, don't do anything. Just let it be for a few minutes I really want to take a picture!"




The Chair



"You're so gross," I told him.

"Yeah," he replied softly, "but you love me."

"Yes, I do," I agreed, and I kissed him. I did love him, and I loved what he had given me. He'd allowed me to live out a fantasy. I felt so awkward standing there, but it was the least I could do for Gary. I giggled as I thought, "Men and their little kinky fetishes."

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The Chair



How simple can it be? Just a chair in a room absent other furnishings. The windows plentiful but closed to most light save for that which passes through the drawn linen draperies. No other furnishings. What light that exists comes from the windows (dim, hard cast moonlight from the fullness of the orb) and from – what? Candles scattered into the corners of the room. The chair sits in the center of the room on its platform of soft, woven wool from an ancient Asian rug. No arms to the chair but an ample seat and rigid, relatively high back.

Your thoughts wander to what this can be. "Why does he want me here?" you ponder. Only briefly though, for you understand the nature of what will occur. You've prepared. The bodice of your dress covering everything that is underneath – just your skin and being. The loose fit of it occasionally touching you and grazing your permanently erect nipples. Some form of tantalization from fabric. But only a prelude.

You stand near the chair and take it all in – not that there is much – just that simple setting and single piece of furniture. You look over toward the doorway as you have sensed more than heard me enter. Stripped from the waist up but wearing cotton like your own as loose pants. Nothing more.

Our gazes meet and entwine just as we both wish our bodies would. We know they shall but the moment of encounter is savored. Smiling as I cross over to where you are and come near but not with extended arms – only extended senses gazing and feeling you as though your aura were palpable.

We face each other now and look longingly into each other's eyes. I raise one hand to cup and caress one of your breasts through the fabric just covering them. The flat of my palm glides just at the nipple while my fingers reach beneath. Almost no touch at all but just enough to stir those already felt passions. Then the other hand reaches for you and symmetrically performs the same tactile facilitation to your opposite breast. Our eyes continue to be locked though your lids now hood them just a bit at the sensation.

Your neck cranes to make the eye match possible as my fingers now move around and one by one the tips of them roll across the very tips of your nipples. You feel your wetness beginning and easing out from inside you. Just the first drops of passion.

My hands glide up to your shoulders and loose the straps holding that cotton gown over the object of my desire. It falls fully to the floor. My hands now glide over your shoulders seeking to take in your skin and listen with my fingers to the alerts, the electricity that is just starting to flow. I reach around behind you and bend my knees just slightly to allow my hands to run down your back to your ass where a firmer grip ensures messages conveyed.

Taking time and stepping just one-half step closer to you one hand slides around your hip and down the front of your thigh. The other remains at that rounded mound of your ass to support and insure your placement. My fingers now wander to the inside of your thigh as they move upward. Just the tips of them exploring that thigh to its full height. Across the front of your crotch and then down the inside of the opposite thigh.

A gentle pressure from my hands guides you closer to the chair. Then one hand urges your foot onto the seat of if. Spreading your legs I move closer still and run one hand along the length of the now elevated thigh. Back upward goes my hand reaching now for you and your building wetness. My other hand on your ass holding you in place.

Quickly now my fingers arrange themselves at the seat of your passion. Palm atop your pussy, ring finger and index finger spreading your lips, thumb lifting the hood above our clit and exposing it fully. Then with the finest of touches the tip of my middle finger grazes your clit. Now alongside it – then the other side. I slide my finger over the length of it. I feel it swelling even with just this touch. Across again and again driving you higher up the sensation scale. Long strokes across it then reaching just inside you to draw you wetness up onto it. My mouth has descended onto one nipple where it is held between my lips and you feel my tongue dancing across it. I emit a slight chuckle at the knowledge of what you are feeling.

My cock is stiffening inside the pants now as you feel vibrations roaming through your body while my fingers continue their dance on your lips, your clit and then slipping inside you. I am reaching now for that special spot inside. Feeling my way along the upper wall and then finding that difference in texture that tells me I have found it. Pressure increases from the palm of my hand and my inserted finger runs over and over that spot inside you. The base of that same finger in full contact with your clit. Your wetness oozing out now.

Your breath quickens as your passion builds. Then – I withdraw my finger and pull away just a bit. I guide you to sit on the chair. You place yourself toward the edge. Spreading your legs wide as I kneel before you. My head lowers, as I taste first your inner thighs. Then the creases at the top of your thighs. Closing in on your wet pussy.

My mouth fully encloses your wet lips and with suction draws your clit inside. Exposed so that I can glide my tongue over it time and again. You lift one leg over my shoulder, your heel resting now on my broad and muscled back. The suction and the tongue lashing yielding intended results. You reach over your head at first and grip the top of the back of the chair for purchase. Then one hand comes off and rests on my head as your want more of this oral excavation of your pleasure point.

I taste all of you. My tongue now darts inside you then is drawn over your lips, your clit and back inside you once more. You feel passion's pressure building inside you. I am sensing it too and slow the pace of consumption. There's more to do.

As I lift my head from you and rise before you your breath is quick and your desires written over your face. Standing before you now, your mouth level with my rock hard member straining against its own cotton binds. Your hands reach up and pull the pants down as my cock is now unleashed before you. You sit upright and grip my cock as my hands caress the sides of your face and gently urge your mouth forward.

You gaze at the tumescence and the fullness of my rigid cock. Gripping my shaft you stroke the length of it. Tantalizing the head of it with your thumb. You stroke down the length of it again and then grasp it with both hands. Your mouth moves closer and you taste just the end of it. First with your tongue then just past your lips.

I feel your lips wrap around the head of my cock as you suck on it drawing out the precum and tasting what is to follow. I push forward into your mouth. You take more in and I feel your lips wrapped around it sucking as you withdraw along the length still grasping it. One hand now reaches beneath my balls and holds them as your mouth begins to work on my cock.

Your eyes roll upward looking for feedback and my lascivious smile says it all so well. I feel those hot lips of yours along the shaft and over the head. Slipping over the rim of it then plunging back down trying to take as much of it in your mouth and throat as you can. I am compelled to hold your head firmer and begin to thrust into your mouth. Fucking it now as you hold onto the base of my cock and work your mouth over it. The sensations are roiling inside me. I am getting harder still as the suction from your lips works the length of my member.

We both wish for more and to feel one another's bodies mutually consumed. I pull my cock from your mouth and urge you to rise. Moving you around behind the chair. Standing behind you, my arms wrap around and my hands roam freely over your body. Caressing, squeezing, rolling your nipples between my fingertips. Then bending you forward toward the back of the chair.

You legs are spread and your back slightly arched to lift you ass and expose your love box with its swollen entrance. You are braced on the back of the chair with one arm while the other reaches behind to grasp my cock once more and pull me forward. I comply and ease your hand off to the brace position with the other hand.

I take the head of my cock and press it against your pussy lips then just inside you. Withdrawing again and then gliding the length of it over those lips. Teasing time. Another hesitant mini-penetration and withdrawal. Now probing the entrance to your body that we will not use. Teasing more. I take one hand and reach around the front of your thigh to allow my fingers to play again with that swollen button of yours. Simultaneously sliding the whole head of my cock inside that incredibly wet opening of yours. It feels so tight.

One last tease to make you believe it possible to push this swollen appendage into the incorrect hole. Another brief chuckle as I spread your lips with my fingers and slip more of my cock now inside you. A slight withdrawal, not fully but near the end of the head of it. I can feel your tightness gripping back. Then pushing forward again. Inch by inch withdrawing less fully with each stroke and then pushing deeper inside you. I feel the muscles inside you, rolling the length of the shaft inside you with each withdrawal. Now plunging slowly but deeply into you. Long, slow strokes filling you. Each stroke seeming to take on an eternity of time. Gliding in and out of you. Your juices flowing fully now. Wetting both of us. I reach with my hands to your breasts and hold them while fingertips play over your rigid nipples. Stroking into you again and again in a slow tango.

Stroking my fully swollen member into your repeatedly now – a rhythm that entices while exciting. Your feel the underside of my cock running over your spot as though it, of its own mind, knew precisely where to find it. While squeezing and playing with one nipple my other hand reaches the front of your pussy again and deftly spreads you open and exposed. Fingertips dancing over your clit while stroking you.

I listen for your passion buildup and allow for just the right level to be reached. The strokes matching the rhythm of my fingers exploration and delight. I feel myself building to an explosion as well and decide it is time for our full embrace. I slip my dripping and completely swollen cock out of you and urge you up again. I hold you close as we dance around to the front of the chair in an embrace.

I sit with my hips slightly forward on the seat. Gazing at your luscious body and wanting it all. My hands at the small of your back pulling you closer. You straddle me while standing as my hands now move to beneath your ass. You reach down and position my fully hardened, now angry red appendage just so. With my hands beneath your ass as support you slowly lower yourself onto me. Just a little at a time. Sliding deeper into you. As it slips just past you discover what function the curve of my cock has – enabling the head of it to glide over your inner spot as it slides deeper into you.

Now you find yourself being lifted and lowered along the length of my shaft. Recognizing the climactic points to occur soon you assist in the pacing and the effort. Strong arms and firm hands lifting you and lowering you onto my cock. The pace only slightly quicker than before but an urgency building inside of both of us. I can feel myself building toward release. The walls of your pussy gripping as your own erotic spasms begin to occur. Now thrusting deeper into you. Letting you down onto me harder. Then pulling you upward again. I feel your contractions as you find your own release. Just as I explode inside you. The motion continues as both your juices and mine mingle deep inside you. Drawing out every last bit. My head is thrown back at the peak of passion and an involuntary utterance punctuates the stillness of the room.

As you collapse onto me – pressing your wet and warm skin against mine. We remain entwined and seated. Late pulsations still running through us. Enhancing memories of this encounter. Creating images that will not allow us to look at a chair again in quite the same way.



The Chair



This is one of my absolute favourite fantasies.

I walk into a room where eight men are seated on three couches arranged in a "U" shape. In the centre of these couches is a very comfortable looking contour chair in black leather. This chair is a couple of steps up from the floor where the couches are. Not quite a stage, but most definitely the centre of attention. Three track lights illuminate the chair, while the rest of the room is dimly lit. I am what these men are waiting for. They are all dressed casually, a couple smoking cigarettes, one even passing a joint. 

As I walk into the room, they are all gentlemanly enough to stand and welcome me in. I am dressed in my favourite jeans, boots and t-shirt. I've chosen a very sexy pair of black t-back panties to wear under my jeans and my full, braless, 36C breasts are firm and bouncy. And real. My nipples harden as I approach the chair. I am aroused with anticipation of what will transpire here. 

No words are spoken beyond 'good evening'. Sexy, nondescript music is softly playing in the background. I sit on the end of the chair closest to the centre of the room and pull the tie from the back of my natural wavy red hair and give it a good, hard shake. My nipples rub against the material of my white t-shirt as my breasts jiggle. I smile. I feel sexy. The joint makes its way to me and I take a good drag. That's all of this that I will need. 

I smile again as I stand in front of the chair with my legs slightly spread. The track light in front of me illuminates my entire body as I begin to slowly rub my hands up my body starting at my bottom. I wriggle a little as I bring my hands around to my belly and then up to my breasts. This feels so good. My nipples are doing their best to cut through the cotton t-shirt. I give them both a healthy pinch with a little twist. My panties start to get damp. I close my eyes and bite my lip. I am so very turned on. 

A little moan escapes my throat as I sit back down on the end of the chair and start to remove my left boot. One of the gentlemen on my right gets up and pulls them both off for me. For this, I put my arms around his neck and give him a very big, wet, horny kiss. This also gives him a rather big erection. Very nice. 

Now, with my boots off, I am free to lie back on the chair and start to unbutton my faded, tight jeans. But first, I must run my hands up my body again, this time starting at my knees, up my inner thighs and again to my breasts. I have to concentrate, I don't want to go too fast.

As I undo the last button of my jeans, I turn over in the chair and sit on my knees so that my beautiful behind is pointing right at the centre couch. The 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the men as my arse is freed from my jeans are intoxicating. My thoughts are to get naked as quickly as possible and fuck and suck and suck and fuck every man there. But I tell myself to slow down. They are here for me and I am here for them. 

The chair allows me to roll over onto my shoulders and feet to finish removing my jeans, my pantie covered mound arching into the air. My jeans join my boots back behind the chair with a toss, well out of the way. My left hand follows the inside of my left leg up to my screaming-to-be-touched clit. I can't help but to give it a quick rub, my juices already collecting on my panties. I rub my aching pussy for a brief moment, long enough to soak my fingers in my own juices. 

Spreading my legs, I quickly bring myself forward, straddling the midsection of the chair. I land on my belly at the foot end of the chair with my fingers in my mouth, sucking away. I do taste good. From the reaction I get, the men in the room highly approve and would most likely wish to join me. With that, I reach down and start to masturbate, my arse again in the air. I contain myself, though. I still don't want to go too fast. I slowly lie back on the chair, my fingers again in my mouth. I still have far too much on. 

Reluctantly, I remove my fingers from my mouth. I love the taste of pussy. But it is much easier to remove a t-shirt without one's fingers stuffed into one's face. Besides, I want to play with my tits. Off it comes, over my head and onto the pile with the rest of my clothes. Again, I shake my red mane causing my tits to jiggle. The only thing left to take off are my very, very wet panties. But first, I think I'll suck on a nipple. 

I start to lick my left nipple like it's an ice cream cone. Big, sweeping licks that really make it wet. Then I flick my tongue around the hard nipple. This is so torturous. But before I can suck my left nipple, I must lick the right one. All the while, my pussy is getting wetter and begs for attention. Soon, my love, soon. Just then I hear a groan of pleasure from one of the men on my left. They are enjoying my show. Good. So am I. 

Letting myself breathe for a moment, I turn and once again straddle the chair with my back to my audience. I grab the back of the chair and start to rub my still pantie covered pussy on the back rest of the chair. I hump and grind myself on the chair, swaying my head back and forth as if to further entice my lover beneath me. My orgasm is very close and to stop now might mean starting all over. I let myself go as I continue to fuck my beloved chair. My moans and growls clearly audible to the men in my audience. In my pleasure I hear from behind me a single 'yes'. 

With tiny beads of sweat collecting between my heaving breasts, I turn and face my men to see that many of them are in various stages of undress. Those who aren't are very close. No man is un-aroused. One is even giving another head. With that sight, I clear my throat, brush the hair out of my face and slide to the foot end of the chair. 'That looks good' I say, licking my lips. I then stand, turn around and drop my absolutely soaked knickers to the floor. Three sets of hands grab for them before I can reach to retrieve them. A wicked smile grows on my face. Slowly I sit back down on the edge of the chair and spread my legs. My trimmed red bush glistens with my wetness. It is time for some serious masturbating. With my left palm, I start to rub my swollen outer lips. They are very wet and slick with my juices. I bring my palm up to my mouth and give it a lick, once again tasting my own sweet juices on my hand. My right hand finds my left nipple and gives it a squeeze while my left hand dives into the wonderful wetness between my legs. I spread my lips and find my clit and from there, there is no stopping me. Alternating between rubbing my clit and inserting my fingers into myself, I rub and I pull and I buck and I fuck and I arch and I moan and I growl and I finger fuck myself into a frenzy. It feels so damn good that I don't ever want to stop! 

Breathing heavily through my nose with my fingers again in my mouth, I open my eyes to see my eight men surrounding me in my bliss. They, too, are masturbating. It is my turn to utter a single 'yes'. They must not have waited long to join me since it looks as though quite a few are very close to cumming. I take my fingers out of my mouth and gently rub my belly. Just then, one of the men on my right shoots his load onto my chest and it starts to run down between my tits. As if on queue, the rest follow by shooting their spunk all over my tits. One, two, even three at a time squirting their delicious cum all over my waiting, heaving breasts. The one who earlier was giving head stuck his tongue to my nipple to catch some of his friends' spew. As I kiss his mouth, he shares some of his prize with me...



The Chair



 Authors Note: This story could fit into multiple categories. to prevent anyone from getting blindsided, it has some N/C overtones, some bondage overtones and other themes. It's meant to be erotic fantasy, so if you have trouble suspending disbelief it's probably not for you. Thanks to Blackshang and Cloudy for editing and impression reading.


*

Candice shuddered as she got out of her car. Her grandfather's old house always did that to her. The decrepit Victorian just looked like something right off the set of a slasher movie. 

The old man was gone now, and with his passing, there had been the usual fights over his fortune. Webster had been a mean and creepy old bastard and his will had been his last chance to take shots at his grandchildren, all of whom had disappointed him in some way. 

Her cousin Tom, Webster's favorite to hate, had been left with two companies. It had seemed so surprising and everyone had thought the old man was trying to make amends right up until Tom discovered both companies were failing, were being investigated by the SEC and other governmental bodies, and were facing crippling class action lawsuits. When all was said and done, he would be lucky to get out with his shirt.

Her cousin Christy had been left a lifetime supply of condoms and birth control pills. Webster's none-to-subtle hint she fucked around too much. And so it went. The old bastard had hit everyone. Except her. 

Her mother had been his favorite child, in as much as he liked any of his offspring. Candice had been kept carefully away from him. The few times she had been around him, she had always remained polite and quiet. The fact was, he gave her the creeps, and when she got older she always felt like he was undressing her with his eyes. Luckily, she had been transferred to the Tokyo office soon after graduation and had been out of the country for much of his last five years. 

So she had missed the infamous blowup at the annual Christmas get together. The old man had gone off on everyone, from her mother to the great grandkids. Her "flower-child" aunt, Becky, believed the old man had been possessed by an evil spirit in the house. She had even gone so far as to try and have an exorcism done on him, much to the old man's annoyance.

Webster Carpenter had been nothing if not vindictive and she wasn't comfortable here, even though he was two years in the grave. Still, the house and property were worth a cool ten million. His stipulation that she had to live there for a year had been a shock. She had hoped to just sell it without even visiting. Luckily for her, they had an office in nearby White Plains and she was able to get a transfer for a year. It would make for a hellacious commute, over two hours one way. Still, that seemed to be a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things.

The key the lawyer had given her turned easily in the old lock and the door swung open. As she expected, everything inside was coated in a layer of dust. It was just as she always remembered from her childhood, from the big portrait of her grandfather in the foyer, to the slightly run down appearance of the antique furnishings. She had hoped some of her relations would be on hand to help with the clean up, but the lawyer had dissuaded her from calling. Apparently, there had been a terrible row over the furnishings, and that whole side of her family wasn't speaking to her side. According to him, her cousins had resented the fact she was getting the house and furnishings. There was also the matter of the missing twenty five million. Apparently, cousin Rich thought it was in the house. 

The police had arrested him twice for breaking and entering. The cousins had all contested the will, but Web had foreseen that. The executor had been empowered to draw off an annuity to fight the legal battles. The will was airtight anyway, so it had all been settled before she even returned to the states. 

Candice knew it was wrong to think ill of the dead, but she couldn't help but believe the will had been written for precisely that result. To sew discord. It would be just like the old man.





The Chair



"They'll miss me at work by Monday afternoon. When Cindy can't reach me, she'll probably call the cops. Figure, twenty-four hours before I'm officially a missing person. The police will find me, naked, on the set for a bad S & M flick. Really cute, Grandpa Web, what did I ever fucking do to you?" 

She threw her head back and jumped when a metal collar popped out and secured her head to the high backed chair. That seemed to trip a relay and she heard several mechanical moans, groans and hisses, before the TV screen before her flared to life. Candice stared as the camera focused on Grandpa Web. Instead of the creepy, old man she had always known, he was tan, naked to the waist and had a big smile on his face. He seemed taller, less austere and twenty years younger than she remembered on her last visit.

"Hello Candy, my dear. I'll have to assume you are now seated in my chair and are probably wondering just what in the name of hell is going on?" the image said.

"That's an understatement," she replied, although she knew it was just a tape.

"First things first, relax, you're in no danger. You'll be free in a few hours, and the way to open the door is by pressing all six buttons down and then hitting the big one. Also, there is nothing supernatural about my old home, at least, nothing I was aware of. If I can, I'll be haunting it," he said with a big laugh.

"The door is opened and closed by electric magnets and, if things have gone as I hoped, the random opening and closing eventually trapped you down here. Sorry for the games, but I couldn't very well ask you to disrobe and jump up on my chair, now could I?"

The view panned back some and she saw Web was sitting at his desk in the study. She could also see a thick mane of red hair bobbing in his lap.

"This is my lover, Etta, by the way. She's busy, but I assure you she sends love and hugs. Now, to business," he said, clapping his hands together.

"Let's start with the basics. I made this tape the year after you left for Japan."

Candice did some quick calculation, three years ago? That was impossible, Web hadn't looked this young and vigorous in the whole time she could remember him.

"I'm not the vicious old bastard you all thought I was. Up until my final year, I was a swinger and hosted bondage and discipline parties here. Why the act? The stuffy old clothes and perpetual scowl, makeup to make me appear pale? Good Question. Simply put, I busted my ass to make my fortune. I worked long hours, sweated out deals, paid my dues. Donna understood and was a full partner to everything I did. It was a severe blow when she up and died on me. I never forgave my kids for not showing some concern. Hell, Jack and Cindy didn't even come to her funeral."

For a long moment, she saw pain in his face, pain that was quickly controlled and replaced with anger.

"All the work we did together for those many lean years, before things improved. My kids chose not to learn from it, or to show any initiative. They just hung around like vultures, waiting for me to croak off, and married gold digging scoundrels. The grand kids were even worse. Not one of the whole lot has worked an honest day in his life. They've all spent their time living on credit, borrowed against the day I die and they get rich. Fuck 'em. All except you, that is. You went out and did something. Made your own way. Even when I was playing Captain Bly, you were always polite. And not the play nice to Grampa kind of polite of the rest of those ingratiating noaccounts. So I left you the house, the furnishings and you'll find twenty five million in bearer bonds in the safe when this is over. The lion's share of what I owned.

"I suppose you'll be wondering now why this elaborate trap, if I meant you no harm? Well, the answer is, I've wanted to fuck you since you turned eighteen. I wouldn't have ever acted on that impulse, but it was there. You're a very beautiful girl and you've got guts. That's sexier to me than looks. So I commissioned this room. The electronics you see are very crude, part of the trap. There are actually space age electronics to run most of it. I didn't want to hurt you or embarrass you, so there's a timer running on a separate circuit, hard wired to the mains, with a triple redundancy feature. In five hours, even if the rest doesn't work, you'll be set free. In case you're wondering, I'm telling you all this so you can relax and enjoy it."

The tape paused for a moment and Candice shrieked when the chair suddenly began to move. The legs slowly tipped up, until her legs were even with the seat. They then swung outward, inexorably pulling her legs open. At their widest point, they ceased pulling and pushed back, forcing her legs up. As this happened, the seat lay back, coming to a stop at a slight incline. She found herself in a position that was very similar to an ob-gyn table. It was slow and apparently pressure sensitive, as the motion ceased when she reached a point where she could go no further. She experimented and could move her thighs some, even doing a bit to close them, but her ankles were locked in place, and thus left her more or less vulnerable. 

The chair whirred again and she felt the pad she had noticed in the seat rising, forcing her pelvis up. It stopped, and all was silent. Candice had never felt so humiliated, so open and exposed, so vulnerable. The screen above her head on the ceiling flared to life. Web was still getting a sloppy blowjob. She couldn't do anything but wait and wonder what was next. The chair began to whir and she heard a sound like the hose made when you were filling up your tires and there wasn't a good seal. It was coming from the base of the dais.

She watched disbelievingly as a strange machine slowly rose and locked into place between her legs. There was a large box with a wheel on one side. Belts ran from the wheel to a pair of smaller wheels, mounted on a vertical bar. A second set of wheels and pulleys could be seen, but little else. 

"Well now, I hope you're nice and comfortable?" her grandfather's voice boomed, startling her.

With a snort, the machine began to spray her lower body and legs in a fine oil. Candice struggled and tried to avoid the spray, but in no time her legs, pussy, ass, and stomach up to her breasts were thoroughly coated. 

"Sorry for the inaccuracy, my engineers assured me there was no way to be more precise. Now, don't worry if you start to feel warm, the oil has a chemical in it that should start it warming up on contact."

As the now silent figure predicted, she felt her skin prickle and begin to warm. Soon she was flushed, her lower extremities suffused with a comfortable heat.

"Well, now I know you're wondering what's next. Afraid I am going to subject you to one of Grandpa's nastier traits. One I wasn't faking. I'm about to crow," he said, with a twinkle in his eyes.

"In a few moments, you're going to be witness to multi-million dollar technology. The very same technology that allows smart bombs to guide themselves into a target using TV cameras. I hired a couple of moonlighting engineers from Raytheon, and a couple of NASA boys. Wondering what it is? Well, wonder no more!"

As his voice trailed off the machine began to sputter and hiss. Candice looked down and what she saw was so unbelievable, she was struck mute. The big wheel was spinning slowly and from the open end of the vertical arm, a fat, pink vibe was slowly being extended. It was attached to a long, gleaming steel rod. 

"Oh no," she said aloud, starting to pull at her bonds. 

"Isn't she a beauty?" the old man's voice said. 

She glanced back up to see him smiling. 

"Now, that little beauty is headed for your ass. I do hope you've tried anal before, if not, you're in for a treat. I'll be signing off here for a bit. Like I said, I'm really bad about bragging and I want you to get the full effect."

She was still looking up when the picture switched suddenly from her Grandfather to a porno. It took her a few moments to realize the open woman she was seeing was herself!

"I call it the dildo cam. See the little green cross hairs on your asshole? If you move, the crosshairs move and the arm moves to adjust, so it stays on target. Cost me a bloody fortune, so I hope you appreciate the expense I went to." Candice looked down in horror, to see the dildo was moving closer to her. She shifted in the seat, glancing up, to see the camera adjusting. She glanced back down to see that the dildo was following the camera, moving to realign itself. 

"Now, I know you could just keep shaking that ass, but eventually you'll tire out. Etta here wants to speak to you."

"Hello, Candy," a pleasantly twangy feminine voice said.

She heard a rhythmic slapping and assumed her grandfather and his lady friend were now fucking.

"Your granddad was hell on wheels, even at his age and I have to say, imagining you there in that chair is getting me hot. God knows I've had more orgasms in it than I can count. There's no escaping that little camera thingy, I should know, I was the test subject. Web wanted me to tell you this, in case you aren't experienced. It's best if you just relax; try not to tense as it's going in. The pressure gauge is sensitive, but it can hurt awfully if you make it bull its way past your sphincter. So just relax and enjoy it, it feels really nice once you get used to it."

Candice was not a complete novice. She had tried anal once or twice and she knew the woman's advice was good. Still, this was so impersonal and...just plain wrong. She felt she needed to fight, to escape, but every time she moved, the camera tracked and the dildo followed. She considered waiting until it touched her and then jerking away. Surely it couldn't follow that. But if it couldn't follow and thought it was on target, would it just keep pushing? Possibly injuring her in the process? 

She was still considering it, watching in fascination on the big screen when she felt the cold material touch her anus. Despite herself she jumped, but it stayed on target. Slowly, she felt the pressure build. Candice closed her eyes, took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. There seemed no way around it, so she determined to do all that she could to prevent herself from being hurt. Another spray of oil came, this one more concentrated on the vibe and her privates.

The pressure built slowly, and try as she might, she just couldn't make herself completely relax. The oil was apparently a very good lubricant, as she felt the vibe nose past her outer muscles. The machine remorselessly fed the dildo into her, oblivious to her groans and hisses. Her rear passage was lewdly expanded and she felt stuffed long before it finally came to rest. When she cracked open her eye, she saw that it was buried almost to the hilt inside her. The camera angle had changed; it was now an overhead shot, showing her body, from the navel down. The green crosshairs was now centered on a specific point near the base of the vibe. The machine whirred and she felt the entire arm shiver as something locked into place. The vibe slowly withdrew, until a second crosshair appeared near the tip. The machine shivered again and he heard another clicking sound. Candice grimaced as the thing slid slowly back into her.

The screen went blank a moment, and then came back to life. The man on the screen was an older gent, sitting in a wheel chair.

"Good evening, Candy. Your gramps told me to call you that. It's nice to meet you, such as this is. Web asked me to tell you a little about him. He promised me this would be unedited, and I know he's a man of his word, so I'm going to piss him off a bit," he said. 

The old man's face grew far away, as if he was going back in time. Despite the fullness in her bowels, she found herself hanging on his halting words. "I met Web at Paris Island, oh, I guess in forty-one. I know you don't know he fought in the war, but he was a hell of man back then. Tall, strong, headstrong and one hell of a hard charger. If old Web couldn't fuck it or drink it, he was damned sure gonna fight it. The men loved him, idolized him really, and for good reason. He was the bravest Marine I ever saw," he said, pausing as if unsure of what to say next.

He was silent a long while, before shaking himself from some distant memory. He smiled gently, but his eyes were misty as he continued.

"I don't have much time. They tell me it's Alzheimer's. I'd rather have gone out fighting. Anyway, your gramps was with me on Pelilu. Our squad started up a hill when a Japanese mortar round landed right in the middle of us. Our sergeant was killed and every one of us was wounded. The nips opened up then, with the most murderous crossfire you ever saw. Killed most of the company in a just a few minutes and here we all are lying in the open, too wounded to move. All except Web, he was hit in the chest, but the blast had thrown him down into a little defile. He was safe. I figured I had breathed my last when the crazy bastard comes stumbling back up the hill, grabs my arm and drags me back down with him. He patched me up, then went back. Nine more times he exposed himself to that crossfire. He got hit three more times, but he didn't slow down until he had pulled every man jack of us to safety. He won the CMOH for that. Got a silver star, a bronze star, a hand full of purple hearts too on Okinowa, but I wasn't with him then, took me two years to learn to walk again after Pelilu. There's a lot more I'd like to tell you, but I'm already over the time limit Web set for this. Hopefully, he'll let me make another for you. He thinks the world of you, always has. I know he don't show it much, but he's forever bragging about his little Candy at the VFW. Be good young lady and be proud of your gramps. He risked his life so that his buddies might live, time and again. I've got ten grandkids of my own, if it weren't for Web, I'd have died before I even met my Martha."

The screen changed again, back to her grandfather, who was vigorously fucking Etta from behind. 

"Sorry for that, Ole Bill got to where he rambled a lot before he died. He beat Alzheimer's though, passed away from a massive coronary while he slept. Hope I go that easily. As you can see, Etta and I are having a blast, hope you don't mind, but I have another friend who will walk you through the next little bit. This is Caramel."

The screen faded out and back in on a tall, statuesque black woman. She was nude, except for a feather boa and a Mardi Gras mask.

"Well child, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said in a thick patois.

"Hope you're liking Web's pleasure chair. He said you won't see this until there's a vibe deep in your ass. Relax and enjoy it, sweety, I've spent a lot of time in that chair, and it just keeps getting better," she said with a laugh. 

She tossed the boa and stood there, gloriously naked. Despite herself, Candice felt a little flutter in her tummy. Caramel was beautiful, with long gorgeous legs, a shaved pussy, flat tummy, big firm breasts and a wanton smile.

"Hope you like what you see. I've drooled over your pictures enough, I figured I would give you a good look. If you're interested, my cell number is in Web's Rolodex. Now that I've hit on you, let's go. In about a minute, you're going to get another view from the dildo cam. Just relax and hold still. It's real important that you stay still, because the machine is going to calibrate for your depth and if you jiggle it, it might end up set to too deep a stroke, and that would hurt you."

The camera faded out, then cut to another between her legs view. Candice had half expected to see some kind of strange interior view from the vibe in her ass, but instead, the machine came back to life. This time, the cross hair was centered on her vaginal opening. The machine began to hiss again and as she watched, the big wheel slowly turned. As it did so, a stout, long and heavily veined dildo in a very realistic flesh tone was extended on a second rod.

When Candice realized she was going to have that one in her too, she closed her eyes and mouthed the word, shit. She had never tried a double penetration before and she felt how tense she was. She took slow breaths and tried to relax. She couldn't keep herself from watching the screen, and even then, she jumped when it touched her. Unlike the anal one, the wheel began to roll forward, then reversed itself. The screen had changed and she groaned when she saw the crosshairs was sitting only a quarter inch from the base of the dildo. 

She realized quickly what the machine was doing. It was pushing forward a bit, then rocking back, then pushing forward again, but each time, the dildo was going forward a little more. In this manner, it slowly buried the faux cock in her quivering pussy. Candice found she was biting her lip, and she could feel sweat on her brow and between her breasts. She felt absolutely stuffed. Worse than that, she could feel herself getting turned on. 

She felt the same jerk and clicking sound. With a hiss, the cock was withdrawn, until the second cross hair, centered on the bottom of the fluted head appeared. It clunked again and then slid back into her. The screen flared and Caramel appeared again.

"Well honey, how does that feel? Good, I bet. Nothing like some DP action to really get a girl's motor running. I've got a minute or two, so let me tell you about your granddad. I met Web in N'awlins about ten years ago. He was on a business trip and I was dancing in a topless cabaret. Web took an interest in me. Not just a sexual interest either. He asked about my family and when I told him I had two kids at home I was trying to support, he sorta looked at me hard. Web's good at reading people and he saw I was telling the truth. Upshot is, he gave me enough money to quit dancing and go back to school. Helped put my young'uns through school too. No reason for it. No explanation. Just the way he was. Web was always big on helping those who had the courage to try and help themselves, but I didn't find that out until much later. Well, my time is up, girl. If you ever decide you want to try a walk on the wild side, call me."

The screen faded out and when it faded back in, Etta was sitting on a bed in an upstairs room. "Now?" she asked.

Apparently the cameraman gave her a nod and she sat up straighter.

"Hello, Candice. I'm the last person you'll have to put up with eulogizing Web. And after I'm done, I'll be walking you through the next phase. I was married to one of your grandfather's business associates. Trophy wife and all that. I barely knew Web when the market crashed. In one crazy day, Jim lost everything. I found him on the kitchen floor, a gun in his hand and blood all over. So there I was, widowed, with more debts than I could ever manage, and two young children. None of Jim's partners could or would help. I was very close to taking up the world's oldest profession when Web showed up on the doorstep. He was kind and he listened, and he promised to help. And he did. He paid off our bills, got me on my feet again. I became his mistress, not because he ever demanded it, but because I loved him. I wanted to met you, but Web was so determined not to let his children see the real him. So I always went away when family came over. I'm just one of a ton of people your grandfather helped. Most anonymously. He loved you to death. Was...so unbelievably proud of you. I hope you know that."

She paused, wiped a tear from her eyes and then broke down. The camera faded to black, but came back up in a moment.

"Sorry. This is hard for me, since I know his time is running out. Anyway, let's get on with the fun. In a moment, the screen will give you a final dildo cam, what an awful phrase" she said, wrinkling her cute nose, "just relax, honey, and I'll be back with you in a minute."




The Chair



The camera cut to a view that was becoming all too familiar. This time the crosshairs was centered on her clitoral hood. The machine hissed to life and extended a third rod. This one didn't have a dildo attached; it was just a heavy rod with a metal ball on the end. It closed in, until the ball was eventually pushed tightly against her. 

The screen cut back to Etta, who was now smiling.

"All right baby, the preliminaries are over. The machine is preprogrammed, so just relax, you're about to go on the wildest ride of your life."

The screen flared, died and then came back to life. The scene was in the very room she was now in. There was an orgy in progress. She recognized Etta, moaning, growling and screaming her way through an orgasm on the very same chair Candice was now lying on. She recognized Caramel, wearing a blue skintight cat suit with cut outs for her pussy and tits. She was strapped across the horse, and seemed to be enjoying a good paddling while sucking a man's cock. There were others there, people she didn't recognize, but almost as if on cue they all turned and waved to the camera while shouting, "Hello, Candy!"

She was so caught up in watching the various people, she barely noticed the machine sputter to life. When it did, she saw the big wheel begin to turn.

"Fuck!" she shouted in surprises when the vibe in her ass was slowly withdrawn. 

When just the tip was still in her, it started another plunge, but at the same moment, the dildo in her pussy began to withdraw. She could feel the two of them, scraping against each other, separated only by the membrane between her two canals. At first they moved slowly, but as time passed they picked up speed. The machine hissed and spit out more oil, not that it was needed. In spite of herself, Candice's pussy was sopping wet. 

Candice couldn't tear her eyes away from the many people having fun on the screen. Her body adjusted to the two toys and soon she was really enjoying them. Without warning, the ball on her clitoral hood began to gently vibrate, sending wicked tremors of pleasure through her. 

"Oh, my god," she moaned.

The dildos were in perfect sync now, alternately filling her and leaving her achingly empty. She could feel her body coiling, tightening, drawing in upon itself. When the tension seemed unbearable, she unwound. Blast after shrieking, mind bending, world shattering blast assaulted her senses. Starbursts exploded in brilliant colors on the backs of her tightly closed eyes. Her body jerked and twitched as she rode the waves ever higher. Through it all the cocks continued their steady rhythm and the vibe continued to dance across her sensitive flesh.

She was gasping like a fish out of water as she came down from the euphoric high. Almost without warning, a second orgasm rocked her. This one was weaker, but no less beautiful. It had barely rippled away, when the dildos changed action, suddenly they were driving into and out of her body in unison. 

The rhythm was maddening. She went from unbelievably empty on the out strokes to totally full on the down strokes. The vibration on the ball had altered too. Buzzing happily on the down strokes, but pausing on the out strokes. The difference in stimulation was jarringly, radically different, and soon she found herself longing for and anticipating the down strokes. Actually barking in pleasure each time the twin dildos were driven home.

Not surprisingly, her next orgasm was on the down stroke. She could hear herself, mewling in pleasure and whimpering in need when they were withdrawn. The orgasm was strong, not as strong as the initial one, but easily enough to make her cry out at its peak. Another one came, and another, and she was still experiencing aftershocks when the tempo changed again.

Now the vibe in her ass was making slow, deep strokes, but the cock in her pussy was making extremely fast, but relatively shallow plunges. 

"Oh, God," she groaned as her body tried to absorb the new influx of sensation. 

It felt...indescribable. There were no words. No expressions for such pure, unadulterated sensation. When words finally came, they shocked her to hear them from her own mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she was chanting, in time to the driving of the dildo in her pussy. 

She could feel herself building to another shattering climax, and the anticipation was almost more than she could bear. When it came, the pleasure was so thick and heady she screamed, like some feral animal in heat. Outrageous pleasure, beyond any comprehension, assailed her. She was ripped away by the tide and carried where it would, totally lost in it. 

When she regained some semblance of coherency, she found the tempo had changed yet again, both vibes were slowly, deeply stroking into her, the ball was still. Almost like a planned respite, but all too swiftly, the ball began humming with its own contained joy. The dildos picked up speed, and her body went berserk. 

Orgasm came upon orgasm, and she couldn't separate them, one from the other. Some were weak, others strong, but before one rippled away, another came. The sensations blended, melded, morphed and bounced off one another, until the entire experience became one of pure bliss. Unendurable joy, exquisite agony, Heaven, Hell. All of them or none. 

Her brain was misfiring; the sensations were so powerful they trampled boundaries in her mind. Random thoughts floated before her, like snowflakes. She could watch them, but if she reached out to examine one, it was gone. She was gone. Candice was no more. Only the pleasure remained. Only the exquisite blasts, the soft cascade, the unending kaleidoscope was real. No longer concerned with anything else, Candice floated away on the tide, happy and serene amidst the turmoil.

Minutes passed, then hours, but the relentless machine never slowed, never tired, never missed a beat. Regular inundations of oil kept the toys from chaffing and regular orgasms kept Candice from even noticing.





The Chair



Perfection. 

It was the only word that came to mind as I stood there looking at you. Absolute perfection. I stood there looking at you, watching your chest rise and fall with each excited breath. I craved, and wanted to rush, and yet knew that I needed to take my time and enjoy what we were experiencing together. 

Of course, you couldn't see me. The blindfold prevented that. You simply sat in the chair. Naked. Blindfolded. Your wrists bound to the back of the chair. Your ankles strapped to the front legs of the wooden kitchen chair. Your legs opened, exposing you. 


I watched your breasts move so slightly with each breath, and I wanted to take them in my mouth. But I waited, quietly, allowing the anticipation grow.

Twenty minutes earlier you had walked in the front door. Not a word was spoken between us. You simply closed and locked the door behind you, smiled at me, and walked into my arms. Our lips pressed together so softly and gently. The first kiss a simple prelude to what would build into a fire of passion. As we kissed, your lips parted, inviting my tongue to explore your mouth. The warmth and moistness called for a deeper kiss, and soon we were lost in the intimate act of kissing. My hands moved over your back, across your behind, gently caressing, softly touching, as our lips continued to touch, our tongues played together, and our breath mixed as one aroma. It was intense. It was beautiful.

As we kissed, our breathing grew heavy and deeper. Our hands flowed over each other, coming together from time to time, locking fingers. I pushed you against the wall, pressing my body to yours. My hands held yours above your head. You loved the sensation of helplessness, of knowing that I was in control. I brought your wrists together and held them above your head with one of my large hands. The other hand moved to your face, my fingers brushing against your cheek. I pulled my mouth from yours and begin to kiss your neck, my free hand finding your lips. You begin to suck on a finger as my lips slide over your neck up to your ear. You want to grab at me with your hands, but they continued to be held securely above your head.

I pulled my finger from your mouth and moved my hand to your chest, feeling your breast through your shirt. I want you. You want me. We crave together. My mouth moves back to yours and we kiss harder now. There is a sense of urgency with every touch. 

Suddenly I spin you around and push you face first against the wall. You hands continue to be immobilized above your head. I push up against your ass, and you feel my hardness. You wonder if I will take you right here in the hallway. It is what you hope. My free hand continues to play with your breasts, finally pulling your shirt from your jeans and sliding under it.

I play with your breasts, then move across your belly, allowing my hand to tease you, resting it on the top of your jeans. Then, quickly, my hand moves between your legs, and I begin to rub you through your jeans. You gasp at the unexpected touch. You are burning with desire, and the pressure of my hand makes you want me inside of you. You can stay quiet no longer, and cry out for me to take you. However, I simply keep the pressure between your legs, my other hand holding your wrists securely, my body pressed against your ass.

"Don't move you hands." You hear me say, and suddenly my hand is gone from your wrists. You obey, leaving them above your head, against the wall. You feel me moving behind you, and suddenly a blindfold goes over your eyes, taking away your sight. Once it is secured, I lower your hands and move in front of you, inviting you to come with me. 

I lead you down the hallway, and then down a flight of stairs. We move slowly, safely. At the bottom, you are guided into another room. You see nothing but darkness, and try to get your bearings using your hearing.

I kiss you. It is unexpected, and as you feel my lips on yours, you open you mouth to me. You are caught off guard with how wonderful the sensation of a surprise kiss can bring to you. 

"I'm going to undress you now." I say. I remove your shirt, and then your jeans, leaving you naked in front of me, only the blindfold on. You feel me moving you, positioning you, and suddenly I make you sit. The chair feels hard on your naked ass, and yet you feel yourself become more wet with the knowledge that you are naked on it. Your hands are moved behind you, and within little time, you are fastened to the chair, and I am standing in front of you.

Perfection. 

I move behind you and lean down to kiss your neck. You catch your breath at the sudden touch of my lips to your skin. You taste so good. Slowly I move over your skin, kissing you, licking you, enjoying you. I move around the chair, kissing you from various angles. You are completely helpless, totally in my control. Suddenly I am in front of you, kneeling before you. You know I'm there, because you can feel my hot breath on your legs. You want to force yourself wider for me, willing me to touch your pussy. But I hold back. You can feel me so close, my breath brushes over your inner legs. And then nothing. You know I am still so close, but you feel nothing. I am holding my breath, waiting. 

Finally I let it out, and I blow over your mound. You cannot control the soft gasp that escapes your mouth. You are so wet and the hot air feels incredible on you. Every nerve is craving touch, and you feel me blow over you again and again. I am so close now, I can smell your wonderful aroma. "Lick me!" You plead, and yet I wait.

And then you feel me stand up. If you were untied, you would attack me, take me, not allow me to wait any longer. But you are not in control. All you are able to do is plead, beg. You want the blindfold removed, to know what I'm doing. But it remains over your eyes. 

You begin to speak again, to ask me to fuck you. But as your mouth opens, you feel my hardness push past your lips. At first it surprises you, but then just as quickly you begin to suck me, wanting to please me, to show me how good you are, how much you deserve to be fucked. My hands hold your head, grabbing at your hair, as you suck me in deeper and deeper. I begin to pump, fucking your mouth, sliding deep inside, until you choke on me, before sliding out again. I pull out and lift my balls to you, and you eagerly suck them in. 

"Do you like that?" I ask, and you reply with a groan. I push my cock back inside your mouth, enjoying your eagerness. One of my hands moves from your hair and I reach down to caress your breasts while enjoying your incredible mouth. I squeeze your nipples, play with you. You love my roughness, and crave more of it. I lower my hand even more, leaning awkwardly to the side, leaving my cock in your mouth. My fingers move over your leg, and finally I touch you. 

You are so wet. Dripping wet. Burning. The sudden touch of my fingers is so incredible that you moan out. I feel the vibrations of your cry over my shaft, and I smile. You try to lift your body off the chair, wanting more of my hand inside of you. I oblige, sliding two, then three fingers inside. I fuck you with my hand while you suck me deep into your throat.

I pull out and drop to my knees and bring my mouth to your mound. Your body is shaking from the intensity of the moment, while my tongue slides inside of you. I devour you, sucking on your clit. I finger you while licking you, my other hand replaces my cock at your mouth. You suck on my fingers while I take you there on the chair.

I lift up and pull you slightly forward, and then kneel before you. You can feel my hardness between your legs and crave me inside of you. You wonder if you will explode as soon as I'm in you, and know that you are so close. I kiss your neck once more, and then push forward, my hard cock pressing past your soaked lips and into your body. You gasp, and the first orgasm begins. I fuck you hard, letting you come all over my shaft.

When you are done, I pull out, and kneel quietly before you, letting you catch your breath.

"We're not done, sweetheart." I say. I untie your ankles, and then your wrists. You sit patiently on the chair, waiting my instructions. 

"Turn around, and kneel on the chair." I order, and you do it quickly. This time I tie your wrists to the front of the back support of the chair. You are leaning forward, your chest resting on the seat. You can feel the wetness where you had just been sitting when you came.

I move behind you and begin to kiss your ass. You want more, crave more, desire another orgasm. My fingers begin to play with your pussy as my tongue presses against your ass. You groan as my thumb enters you. I play a little more, and then position myself behind you. I enter easily and begin to fuck you hard from behind. You can't believe how rough each thrust feels, and you are surprised at how quickly you feel your second orgasm coming. The waves of pleasure begin slowly, the intensity rising with each new thrust of my cock. I'm hard and rough, your head bangs into the back of the chair from the force of the fucking. You feel my shaft swell, and know that I'm about to climax. You beg for it, crave for me to explode inside of you. 

Suddenly I tense up, I push deeper than you thought possible, and my hot fluid begins to fill you. It is too much, and you feel your own climax hit, the orgasm more intense that the first. 

We rest. Neither of us able to speak. I kiss your back, remaining inside of you for a few minutes. Finally I untie you, and pull you into my arms, and we relax together. Our kisses soft and tender.

Perfection.



The Chair



I'm at home enjoying a quiet evening when I hear a knock at my door. Not expecting anyone, I am pleasantly surprised when I open the door and see you standing in front of me. 

"Come on in, babe," I say with a smile, and you glide past me into my living room, giving me a devilish wink as you pass. "What can I do for you?" 

Pulling a chair to the middle of the room, you turn to me and answer, "Oh, I just needed to use something of yours for a bit. Hope you don't mind." 

"Of course I don't mind, babe. You're free to use anything of mine, any time," I respond with a friendly smile. 

"Oh good, I was hoping you'd say that!" And with that, you remove your overcoat and toss it aside, standing before me wearing your knee-high black boots... and nothing else. Jackpot! "Now it's your turn, sexy. Get out of those clothes for me." 

Despite starting with considerably more layers than you and having to pick my jaw up off the floor and put my eyeballs back in my head, I manage to reach the same level of dress as you in roughly the same amount of time. Smiling at me, you pat the chair beside you and beckon me over. "Come take a seat, darling." Don't mind if I do. 

I sit down in the chair, and quickly you produce a rope and tie my arms together behind the back of the chair, rendering me completely at your mercy. I'm so excited about what I think is about to happen that it doesn't even cross my mind to wonder where you were keeping the rope all this time. Besides, now I'm stuck. 

"Honey, I can't move my arms," I say to you, implying that I don't really feel like being tied up. 

"That's ok, babe. I'm not here for your arms; they would just get in the way." 

Before I can process what you mean by that, you move in front of me and lean in to kiss me, sucking on my tongue and tugging on my bottom lip with your teeth. All thought of protest are immediately lost. If you're going to kiss me like that, I mean who needs arms? 

You slide your naked body down mine until you are kneeling between my legs, perched on your little boots. I look down at you intently, and with a flirtatious wink you begin raking my thighs with your fingernails. I can feel your hair fall on my legs as you move in to dart your tongue against my sensitive skin, and soon your lips draw me inside your mouth. I let out an involuntary groan as your mouth works its magic on me, your lips and tongue quickly bringing me to a state of full attention. I long to place my hand lovingly on your head, gently guiding you up and down, but I cannot free myself from the restraints. This was your plan all along, because the only reason you are down there now is to get me ready for what you really want. 

Satisfied that I am aroused enough to be of use to you, you begin kissing and licking your way up my stomach and chest. Standing up before me, you straddle my lap and take another mind-blowing kiss from my lips. You reach down and position me at your pussy and slowly sink down onto my lap. Grabbing my shoulders you begin to work yourself up and down, back and forth, moving at the pace and direction you choose. Sometimes you lean in for a kiss, our tongues wrestling in mutual passion as down below I throb inside you. 

Next you thrust your chest in my face and pull my head in to you. I feel your fingers in my hair as you press my mouth harder onto your nipples. Moans escape your lips as I feast upon your chest; my teeth, lips and tongue working furiously to give you pleasure. I smile to myself as you toss your head back and let out a squeal of delight. I can feel you bucking faster and faster on my lap as you sink harder and deeper onto my thick shaft. 

As I throb deep inside you I can feel you starting to push yourself over the edge. Your fingers grip my shoulders more tightly, and you lean down to bite my neck and shoulders. You bury your face in my shoulder and sink your teeth in as you use me to push yourself into climax. As you burst into orgasm your teeth dig all the way in and my broad shoulder muffles your screams of pleasure. The sudden force of your orgasm triggers mine, and I explode inside you, quivering in the combination of pleasure and pain. You pant on top of me for a couple minutes and we lightly nuzzle each other's necks. Eventually, you slowly stand up and, on wobbly legs, walk over to pick up your coat. You give me another sultry kiss on the lips, and with a "Thanks babe, you're the greatest," you fix your coat and head out the door. 

"Uh... babe? 

Babe, you forgot your rope... 

Babe? Seriously babe..." 

Oh God!...



The Chair



From out front, the house looks dark, but you know that inside somewhere, I am waiting. The front door creaks as you push it open. Flickering candlelight dances on the walls, and as your eyes adjust to the dimness, you see a chair in the center of the room. You've never seen this chair before; it matches none in the house. It's wooden, straight backed, with a slightly low seat. You look around, looking for me, looking for some clue as to exactly what I could be up to. That's when you spy the small box in the seat of the new chair. You step towards it, feeling apprehension and excitement flutter in your stomach. You know my wicked mind, and can only imagine what you might find in the box. Opening it slowly, you see a folded sheet of paper lying over a black satin blindfold. A smile tugs at your mouth as you start to read the note.

My Dearest,

Welcome home. I know this has been a long week for you, and I hope tonight's surprise will help relax you for our weekend together. Please undress, and sit down in the chair. I want you to put this blindfold on, and wait for me. Do not call for me; I will be along shortly. Remember to trust me, and know that I will worship you...

Setting aside the box and the note, you quickly undress. Taking one last look around the room, you sit and pull the blindfold into place. The chair is cool against your skin, and you feel a shiver course down your spine. The minutes tick by slowly. Being unable to see has made your hearing sharper. You strain to hear every sound, anxiously waiting to hear me come into the room. The longer you wait, the more aroused you become. Not yet fully erect, you can feel your blood warming in anticipation. Finally, you hear a soft rustle and breathing deeply, you can faintly smell my perfume. You turn your head towards the sound, and feel my hand graze your shoulder. My fingertip slowly runs down your bare arm. I can see chills rise on your skin and note a slight change in your breathing. I can only imagine what you are thinking; I wonder if you can guess my intentions?

Though you can't see me, I have dressed for you. A black silk sheath drapes over my body, cut low so my breasts threaten to spill from the top. Underneath I am only wearing thigh high stockings, black, with black lace tops. Black patent heels finish off the outfit. I know you love these shoes on me; you say you know how sexy I feel in them, and that it shows on my face.

You reach out for me but I silently slap your hand away. Leaning down I whisper in your ear, "Uh-uh...no touching." You lower your arm like a good boy, and I reward you with a kiss at the base of your throat. I move behind you and start rubbing your shoulders, kneading away the stress of the day. I can feel it when you give yourself over to me. The tension is palpable as it flows from your body. Slowly, I move to stand in front of you, my hands trailing down your chest, across your abdomen. You inhale sharply, aching for me to touch you. I see how aroused you've become and smile. I like knowing I haven't yet begun to pleasure you, yet you already throb for me. I take your hand and your fingers curl around mine. Bringing it up to my lips, I kiss each knuckle, then lower it to my chest. Keeping your hand controlled in mine, I let you touch my skin, let you trace the edge of my dress across the swell of my breasts. I know how you love the feel of silk. You start to move your fingers, trying to feel more, but I lower your hand again. You're surprised to feel fabric at your wrists. Quickly, I bind your wrists straight down at your sides, to where the chair leg attaches to the seat. You're all mine now.

I nibble at your jaw line, loving the way your evening beard scrapes against my skin. I flick my tongue out, snakelike, tasting you. Moving to your lips, licking them like a cat at cream. Slowly drawing your bottom lip into my mouth, sucking, before I kiss you fully, letting your tongue invade my mouth. I greedily feast on you. Finally, breaking our kiss, I move down your chest. Placing kisses strategically, I drop to my knees between your legs.

I trace my hands down your legs. Thigh, to knee, to ankle, up again. You can feel my breath against you, warm and moist. You push your hips towards me, silently pleading. I smile to myself, loving that you're helpless, loving that I am making you so hard. I tease you like that, rubbing your legs, letting my hands get closer to your cock every time they make their journey upwards. I see you tremble, and know you ache for me. I push your knees a bit, spreading your legs more to my advantage. You give an involuntary jump when my fingertip slides over the head of your cock; though you ached for it, my touch still came as a surprise. You moan slightly, and my name comes out in a whisper. At the sound of your voice, I take away my hands. "No touching...and no talking."

Satisfied that you will follow my directions, I move my hands back to your body. My fingers stroking lightly down the length of your cock. Base to head, around, back down. I see a pearl of moisture gather at the tip, and bend to catch it on my tongue. Your flesh is hot against my lips. I want to taste you more, but deny myself and continue stroking you. I cup your balls in my left hand, squeezing softly as I stroke you. Faster, my hand smoothes down your cock, settling into an easy rhythm. I know you like it when I touch you this way. I push you, stroking you to the edge, then backing off. I let go of you completely and can feel your frustration. I sit back on my knees, and watch your cock twitch. I know how much you want release.

When I see that your breathing is under control again, I lower my head and take you into my mouth. One deep swallow and my nose is buried against your pelvic bone. My throat expands to accommodate your girth, and I rub my tongue against you. Drawing back slowly, I suck on you as I pull you out. My mouth is wet against your cock; I swirl an erotic pattern across the head, shivering as I taste your saltiness. Again I take you deep, and feel you move your hips, trying to fuck my mouth. Every time you start to move, I stop, until you realize that you aren't allowed to move either. You become still and I can sense how hard that is for you. I start working my mouth faster, slurping you deep, using my hands, stroking, sucking. Again, pushing you to the edge; again, stopping to let you regain control.

Pleasuring you this way has aroused me so much. My nipples are hard and tight, so sensitive that the soft silk material of my dress feels like burlap. My pussy has been flowing from the moment I stepped into the room and saw you waiting for me, gloriously nude. As I watch you struggle for composure, I stand up, and know that you are worried I will leave you like this; bound, aroused, and unfulfilled. I think of doing just that, but my lust overpowers me. I have to have you inside me.

I lift my dress to my hips, and straddle your lap. Taking your cock in my hand, I rub the head against my wet slit. Over the hard nub of my clitoris, sending shivers through me. Your breathing quickens, then stops completely as I lower myself on you. I almost cum with the shear joy of having you inside me. My tightness grips you, and I feel every inch as I slide down your length.

When I am settled, fully impaled on you, I tightly clench my pussy around you, milking your cock. I know my juices are coating your balls, making you slick and sticky. Hazily you realize why the chair seat appeared abnormally low. The legs had been cut down so that my feet would reach the floor when sitting in your lap. I brace my feet and slowly lift myself. I groan at the sensations coursing through my body. I love having you inside me, filling me so completely. I begin a slow rhythm, raising and lowering myself, rotating my hips. I push my hands between your arms and sides, gripping the chair back behind you, using it for leverage. I grind my wet pussy against you, pumping my hips.

I know how much you want to touch me. I can feel how taut your muscles are, how much discipline you are showing by holding back. I let go of the chair and bring my hands to my breasts, tugging them out of my dress. Whispering, I say, "Lean forward, love," and you comply and I push my nipple into your mouth. You latch on hungrily, licking and biting. I speed up my rhythm, riding you faster. You move your face against my breast, tugging greedily before moving your mouth to my other nipple. Desire is rippling through me, and I feel another flood of wetness between my thighs. I'm almost....there.

Wanting to see your eyes when you cum, I tug the blindfold off you. Speeding up my rhythm, riding you, fucking you hard. I take your face in my hands and look deep in your eyes. My heart swells at the passion I see in their depths. Hugging you tightly to me, giving another grind of my hips, I growl in your ear, "Let me feel you move, let me hear you. Cum with me."

Your moan comes from deep within your chest as your hips begin lifting against me. We push against each other, seeking. I feel my pussy tighten impossibly as my orgasm breaks over me. My body shudders, and I arch my back. You can see my flushed, puckered nipples, and feel the clenching of my cunt against your cock. With a final groan, I feel you jerking inside me, splashing my pussy with your cum.

Dropping my head to your shoulder, I feel the air conditioning cool against my skin. I hear our panting. We sound like animals, breathing harshly into the otherwise quiet darkness. My body is still giving quivering aftershocks. I feel sated, complete. Drawing your earlobe into my mouth, I feel you smile against my cheek and I know I've pleased you. "Happy Friday. I hope you enjoyed yourself."