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The House of Silken Ties Ch. 01

By: SexyGeek



The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a single guy with no close relatives, no relationship, not really any friends except my Monday night football and poker buddies. I got up, showered and shaved, and was off to my job as a barista. Eight hours later I took off my apron and went home to make a peanut butter sandwich for my dinner. That was all that my budget covered.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Mike," I muttered as I popped open a beer. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and behold my three poker buddies greeted me. They pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool!" "Did you think we forgot?" "The Big 2-1!"

I was surprised and flattered. I didn't think anybody cared at all. After a bit of laughing and backslapping, Gary pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "We want to make your 21st special, kid! We didn't think sitting around watching the tube was the way to a big thrill. So we all got together to get you a top rate present. Here!" He thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at Gary and saw a big grin on his face. "Just go to the address, birthday boy, and you will get your present." All the guys were grinning and nodding. They pushed me toward the door and into my car. Then they stood there looking like pigs in shit as I pulled out. Their big waves were my farewell.

I drove over to the address they had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant musky scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous tall red haired girl who came from behind the curtain could only be described as statuesque. She stood about three inches over my 5 foot 10. Her bright red hair was cut short, framing a sensitive face with deep blue eyes which pierced through me. Soft lips gave me a slight smile as she approached. Her face was sprinkled with light tiny freckles, giving her a gamin look. She was wearing a nearly transparent black top, deeply cut to show off the cleavage of her large boobs. It was slightly patterned over her tits so the nipples peeked out at me. Then it dropped down over her stomach and partly down her hips. Slung low on her hips below her waist, a black silk cord held a loin cloth, also of black silk. Her long shapely legs looked strong and firm. She was a perfect Valkyrie, ready to carry a hero to Valhalla. 

All I could do was to stare at her in amazement and wonder exactly what sort of birthday present my buddies had arranged for me.

This gorgeous babe stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed her top. It ran up over her round boobs and let them fall free, the pink areolae surrounding nipples like little rose buds standing up. I was tempted to try to grab those tits and tickle those nipples. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed for me provocatively, turning from side to side so her boobs swung in front of me. I could feel my cock starting to rise just watching this girl strip.

All I could do was to stare at her in amazement and wonder exactly what sort of birthday present my buddies had arranged for me.

This stunning beauty stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed that filmy black top very slowly. It slid up over her large round breasts, and revealed the pink areolae and nipples like flowers of frosting, just matching her lipstick in color. They were firm and upright and I was wondering whether to try to get my hands on them. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed provocatively, raising her hands over her head to pull her breasts even further up and turning slowly from side to side so I had a perfect view from all angles. I could feel the beginning of a hard on straining my jeans already.

Her hands dropped to the silk cord around her waist and slowly undid the knot. As she removed the cord she held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly she began to pull it up and through her legs. The top of her thighs held it gently as it made its passage over her pussy. Fine red pubic hair was just visible on each side of it. Then it fell free of her thighs and she pulled it up the last few inches, spreading her legs a bit as she did. It revealed soft pink pussy lips, glistening slightly, and the rounded mons veneris with a covering of soft red hair. My cock was starting to twitch now as she put on this silent strip show for me. She slipped out of her high heels and posed beautifully, her shoulders thrown back thrusting her tits forward and her legs opened just enough to display the lips of her pussy below its silky red nest. My mind was spinning with anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly she walked toward me, her hips swaying and her breasts moving gently. Once again she laid one finger on my lips. Then she brought the black silk cloth from her loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. Slowly she brought it toward me. She moved it toward my face, and as it neared me I could smell a slight musky odor from her pussy juices on it. Then she raised it a bit more and I realized that she was blindfolding me. The smooth black silk covered my eyes and hid her naked beauty from me. For a moment I was disappointed. She leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and as she did her soft round breasts pressed into my chest and her silky hair brushed my shoulders. I could smell the faint perfume she was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the black silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew she was no longer holding it. She made no sound to let me know where she was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers lightly touch the buttons of my shirt. One by one they came open, and then her nails traced over my chest, running around my nipples and then brushing them lightly. I had never realized how sensitive my nipples could be. Slowly her finger trailed down over my belly in soft curves. Then her hands went to my shoulder and removed my shirt so I stood bare chested. Her hands went away and again I stood in silent anticipation as she moved so softly I had no idea where she was.

I felt a gentle brushing on my chest, so soft and light I did not at first what it was. Then as she pressed in closer I realized she was rubbing her tits across my chest. They were pleasantly yielding as she moved lightly back and forth. Then I felt her fingers trace down my stomach to my belt and the button of my jeans. Softly she opened it and pulled down the zipper. I could feel my cock trying to rise in its confines. She worked my pants over my hips, and then I felt gentle hands rising up my thighs and ever so lightly brushing my crotch. My pants dropped to the floor and I obediently lifted each foot as she tapped it, so that she could pull off my socks and shoes and then my pants. Still no word passed between us.

Once again she moved away. I stood there in my briefs, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my dick throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the light aroma of her perfume in the air.

Next I felt her gently, gently, grasp my balls in one hand and lightly run one finger over my cock. It was rapidly coming to full extension now, and jerked under her attentions. Then she pulled my briefs down, freeing my rod to spring to spring out. Again I raised my feet to assist her remove my final clothing. As I stood there in full nudity, she rose up slowly, and I could feel her tits rubbing along my legs, then my thighs, softly over my crotch, pressing into my stomach and chest. She put her arms around my back and leaned her whole body into mine, her soft pussy hair rubbing my cock, which throbbed against her. Then again she stepped away and I stood in sensory deprivation.

Now I felt her take hold of both my hands from behind me. She had moved so silently I was surprised she was there. She brought my hands together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that black silk cord, wrapped around them. 

Then she again pressed against me, her boobs flattening against my back and her soft pussy hair rubbing my butt. Softly we swayed for a moment that way. Gently she pulled me back. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly she once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing. 

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect her position from the soft smell of the perfume but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the hard almost painful erection that was standing out in front of me, jerking up and down in empty air. Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as she fastened it, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

Then I felt the gentlest touch of something flick over the tip of my dick. It was so sudden, so soft, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it quickly withdrew. Then it was back, a soft gentle touch, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was a finger, a tongue or a nipple that was caressing the tip of my shaft. Again and again it stroked. Then slowly I felt it going in circles, around the tip and down to the ridge and around again. I decided that she controlled it so well that it must be her finger. Softly it probed the opening in the end of my rod, and now I thought that I felt the wetness of her tongue. But now it passed sideways along the ridge, and then was followed by another passage the same direction. Was that her two nipples, one after the other, or simply a finger repeated twice? The amazing feeling of excitement caused by the gentle rubbing was only multiplied by not knowing exactly the source.

Now the rubbing became harder, and my stiff rod became more insistent to press into it. I felt the softness against my cock and soon became sure that she was on her knees in front of me, rubbing her tits across my cock. Soon I was confirmed in this by feeling one soft mound pressed to each side of it. The soft mounds moved up and down and I wanted to thrust my cock up and down between them, but I felt gentle hands holding my hips still. She began rubbing her big tits back and forth across my dick, each nipple in turn flicking across the head of it. My excitement was building and building with each flick.

Then it stopped. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cock to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for her intentions. I did not know if she was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the guys had arranged for me?

Something touched my dick, so very softly. Smooth skin rubbed over it and I felt the rounded shape. Was she rubbing it with her boobs once again? I thought so. My dick slipped into the crevasse between the rounded mounds, and then up on to the other one. Round and round on the smooth skin it went but I couldn't find the nipple. Then the hard cock slipped back into the crack and I felt it clamp down and begin to move up and down. I realized that this time it was her round ass that was rubbing my crotch. I think she leaned forward and thrust her ass backward to press it hard against my dick, and then she moved it in circles until my shaft was throbbing again. In the darkness and silence everything was concentrated in the sensitive nerve endings of my cock and the felling was intensified beyond anything I had felt before. It built and built toward the climax.

And then it was gone. Where was that beautiful butt? Nothing gave me an idea where she had gone. Only my rod twitching and tingling was left to me. I fought to climax and end this all, but there was nothing left to stimulate it. Slowly, slowly again it subsided. I could feel its rock hardness projecting in front of me but knew I was retreating from my orgasm once again. Time passed unmarked in my blank and soundless world as I awaited the next stage. I moved what little way I could, to the right, to the left, searching for her touch, but found nothing.

Then something slid softly across my balls, and continued up the shaft of my hard rod. It felt a bit wet. Was it her tongue teasing me? It circled the ridge at the top of my cock, and then slid back down. I knew I could feel the slight wetness now. At the base of my cock it flicked back and forth, and then swiftly licked up and down and up again. As it reached the top, and my cock strained forward to meet it, I felt soft lips encircle the head. I remembered their sweet pinkness and felt their lush softness as well as the moisture. Slowly, slowly, she slid her lips down down down the shaft. My cock was deep in her throat and still she took it in. Then when it was fully inserted she rolled her tongue around inside, sending waves of sensation flooding me and making me thrust my hips forward to drive it in. Again and again she took it in and let me draw it out. The sensation was overwhelming. She took me right to the point of climax, and slowly pulled her lips up the shaft to the crown. Her tongue flicked around gently. I tried to move my cock forward into her mouth, but a pull on my neck reminded me of the chain fastened to the pole, and my hands behind me reached the end of the silk cord. Still I strained forward but her lips drew slowly off my cock until I could not reach them any more. I stood there twitching my hips in to the empty void, my cock screaming to come, but she was gone.

There was nothing I could do. I writhed my hips in agony but nothing touched my cock to give it relief. I stood there as the excitement gradually subsided, and gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, still hard but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

My eyes could not see the flame haired beauty but in my mind I could. I knew I had had my cock between those soft breasts, rubbing those upright pink nipples, probing the soft cheeks of her ass and inside those soft pink lips. I was thinking of other places I wanted to put it, and waiting for her next move.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. Slightly, oh so slightly, I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled gently, hard nipples rubbed me and I felt soft hair and wet pussy lips against my thigh. Wondering what she was doing now, I waited for some sign. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because she had not said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from her footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my still hard cock. My hands were free, but I did not reach. My cock was telling me that it would like to feel my hands on it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my hard on would have given way, and I still could feel it strong and erect.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susuration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had she come back, or had she ever left?

Two hands were on my chest, pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. Soft hands grabbed one ankle. They pulled it to the side stretching my leg that way, and it was wrapped in something soft like lambs wool. I heard a slight snap. Then the other ankle was grabbed, wrapped and secured the same way. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what.

In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth. My cock, however, surprised by the sudden push and the turn of events, was rapidly becoming flaccid. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.

For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. Then something dripped on my chest. I felt a spreading pool of warmth. A trickle of the warm stuff began going down my chest toward my belly. Momentarily I thought it was blood and then I realized it was warm oil. The thin stream poured on my belly and my belly button and then moved on down toward my cock. Although that organ was lying quietly, it began to become alert when the soft stream of warm oil was poured down its length, and gently over the balls.

The trickle went on over both thighs, awakening responses in my cock for what I hoped would be a nice rubbing. Soon soft hands were on my chest, spreading the warm oil over my muscles and around my nipples. Then they followed the stream down over my belly. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to my re-hardened cock each time. It seemed that rod was reaching out toward them and I moved my hips the little I could to try to reach those warm hands.


The House of Silken Ties Ch. 01



But now they moved down to my thighs, and massaged gently upwards. They came to my crotch, rubbing gently against my balls as they moved back and forth. Each time they rolled a little further onto my scrotum and a little further up toward the twitching shaft of my dick. It was an exquisitely teasing sensation to feel them approaching a little at a time. Closer and closer they stroked, and then softly the flat palm of one hand moved up the shaft. It neared the tip and then made little circles right on the sensitive ridge. Smooth and oily it went around and around on my cock, pressing it gently down onto my belly. I felt another hand gently cupping my balls, squeezing each time the head of my cock twitched against the palm. 

Then the hands wrapped around the shaft all the way, both hands moving up and down its length but not touching the sensitive head. They began to rotate in opposite directions, still moving up and down. The top hand circled the head of my hard cock and provoked excruciatingly intense responses. It found the sensitive ridge and stroked the most responsive spot. Some girlfriends had given me what they thought were hand jobs before, but this was a masterpiece of tantalization. Suddenly the soft slow motion turned into fast long strokes. She jerked on my cock as it rose to the point of explosion. Still blind, still silent, only the gathering excitement in my dick meant anything to me. Then with a final long tug everything was gone again.

This time I moaned in my disappointment. Quickly the soft cloth that was bound over my mouth was slapped lightly, a clear message that silence was still demanded. I lay there, helplessly spread out with my throbbing cock standing up hard. I writhed my hips hoping to touch something with it but there was no more stimulation. Finally I lay there and just let the feeling of the room flow over me and wrap around my dick, trying somehow to sense her position, or even her presence.

I felt movement as if someone was sitting on the bed. Then softly she lowered her body onto mine. I lay spread out beneath her, and that tall powerful girl spread on top of me. Her stiff nipples were pressed into my chest by the soft globes of her tits, her belly rested against mine, and my stiff rod was covered by the soft hair of her pubic mound. I thought of its soft red glow and my dick throbbed against it.

Since my body was still covered in oil, she was able to slide along it. I felt her slip up toward my shoulders, and then back down as her belly rubbed against mine. My cock sought warmth and moisture and found it between her pussy lips. She did not sink deeply on to me, though, but quickly slid back up until her nipples brushed my lips and her pussy dripped on my belly. Eagerly I sucked those hard nipples, remembering their perfect pinkness in my mind as my tongue rolled around them. Then they pulled out of my lips and traveled back down to my chest as her hips slid down to mine and rose slightly to let my cock enter her cunt again. Deeper it probed this time, and her hips rocked to accept it.

Then she slipped off it again, once more rubbing up my body so her tits enclosed my face as her thighs enclosed my cock. On and on she rose, her wet pussy sliding over my belly and over my chest. Then she lifted her hips slightly and the soft wet lips of her cunt were at my mouth. I tasted the musty salty taste of her pussy juices. I let my tongue rove up the slit, and found the hard round bump of her clitoris. She moved her hips slightly as I sucked on the clit. Then she began to slide back down my body. Soon my tongue found her belly button as her pussy slid over my chest. Then those magnificent large round tits were cradling my head. I felt their softness and pliability press against my cheeks, and then I felt the hard nipples tracing a path toward my lips. I could not see their pink rosiness but I remembered how it looked when she stripped for me, and eagerly rolled the nipples in my lips.

Meantime I felt her pussy sliding toward my cock again. As her nipples slipped from my mouth, the warm pussy lips engulfed the head of my dick. Her hips rolled around, sending my cock wild with the movement. Still in darkness, still in silence, I focused my entire being on my cock. I was held to the bed so tightly that I could hardly move my hips so it was her movement up and down that thrust my rod deep into her pussy and drew it slowly out. In and out it went. She paused at the top to clench her love muscles around the tip, then thrust down hard and pulled it deep inside her as she rolled her hips. I could only lie there, seeing nothing , hearing nothing, only feeling my rod throbbing in the tight wetness of her cunt. It seemed every sense was fully concentrated on the wonderful movement toward my climax.

Rolling, rising, dropping, pulling my cock into her, she worked again and again. I knew she could tell when I was edging because she slowed to exquisitely stimulating strokes. Deep inside she pulled my throbbing cock, then almost pulled out. Deep again, up again, and she felt me start to reach my orgasm. She pressed hard down against me and jerked her hips as waves of my climax flowed over me. I could feel her pussy contract and knew she was coming just as I was. The explosion in my cock and through my whole body was more intense than I had ever had before.

Just as my juices began to spurt, the cloth was ripped from my eyes. I looked up to see those magnificent tits bobbing above, that fine tall body heaving with our mutual climaxes. Suddenly the silence was broken as she cried out. 

To my amazement I heard answering yells from around the bed. Turning my head to one side I saw Gary and Joe, standing there naked with their cocks in the mouths of beautiful nude girls. On the other side was Sam similarly situated. Their thrusting hips and grunting yells told me that all three of my friends were shooting in their girls' mouths just as I did in the redhead's cunt.

After our climaxes, each of us was quiet for a moment. Then all three of my friends, and all four of the girls, called out together, "Happy Birthday, Mike!" I felt hands unsnapping my restraints. Finally having my hands free the first thing I did was grab the redheaded girl's fine boobs and pull them down to my mouth and sucked the nipples deeply. Then letting her lie on top of me I grabbed her ass with both hands and rocked her pussy around my cock one last time.

Pushing her off me, and looking at all the naked bodies, beautiful girls and my best friends, all I could say was, "Thanks for the best birthday ever!"



The House of Silken Ties Ch. 02



The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a single girl with no close relatives, no relationship, not really any friends except the lunch bunch from work. I got up and got ready to shower. As always I checked the mirror. Even a girl with no man in the picture needs to keep up her looks. I thought the picture was not bad. My short blonde hair framed a face that is pretty if not stunning. My petite 5 foot 2 frame carries perky tits, and soft pubic hair outlines my pink pussy lips. I turned around and peered over my shoulder to see my nice round ass. I clenched it a couple of times, reminding myself that I was getting sex deprived after too long without a bed mate. Sighing, I showered and dressed, and went off to my job as a secretary. Eight hours later I shut down my computer and went home to make a cup of soup for my dinner. That was all that my budget covered.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Sharon," I muttered as I popped open a light beer. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and behold my three lunch girlfriends greeted me. They pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool!" "Did you think we forgot?" "The Big 2-1!"

I was surprised and flattered. I didn't think anybody cared at all. After a bit of laughing and backslapping, Cathy pulled an envelope out of her pocket. "We want to make your 21st special, kid! We didn't think sitting around talking office gossip was the way to a big thrill. So we all got together to get you a top rate present. Here!" She thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street."  Quizzically, I looked at Cathy and saw a big grin on her face. "Just go to the address, birthday girl, and you will get your present." All the girls were grinning and nodding. They pushed me toward the door, and into my car. Then they stood there looking like children playing Puss in the Corner as I pulled out. Their big waves were my farewell.

I drove over to the address they had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant musky scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous tall blond guy who came from behind the curtain could only be described as a hunk. His height did not overwhelm me, perhaps 5 foot 9. His silky hair cascaded softly down almost to his shoulders, framing a strong face with deep blue eyes which pierced through me. Strong firm lips gave me a slight smile as he approached.  He was wearing a cutoff muscle shirt of black silk that revealed flat abs and arms that were muscular but not overdone. Around his waist a black silk rope held a loin cloth, also of black silk. His bare muscular legs looked strong and firm. He was a perfect warrior ready to protect a helpless maiden – or ravish her? All I could do was to stare at him in amazement and wonder exactly what sort of birthday present my girlfriends had arranged for me.

This gorgeous hunk stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but he pressed one finger to my lips and shook his head. Then, in complete silence, he removed that black silk shirt. His bare chest rippled with muscles and firm brown nipples poked up from it. I was tempted to just run my hands over that masculine chest and tickle those nipples. But he stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. He posed for me provocatively, rippling his muscles. I could actually feel juices starting to flow in my pussy just watching this nearly naked man.

His hands dropped to the silk cord around his waist and slowly undid the knot. As he removed the cord he held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly he began to pull it up and through his legs. The top of his thighs held it gently as it made its passage over his cock. I could see its hardness as that soft silk slid over it. Curly dark pubic hair was visible on each side. The cloth fell free of his thighs and he slowly pulled it up the last few inches, over his balls and then up along the straight shaft. My pussy was starting to twitch now as he put on this silent strip show for me.  He posed for me in his full nudity, his bare chest and legs forming a counterpoint to the long hard rod standing erect in front of his belly. My mind was spinning in anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly he walked toward me. Once again he laid one finger on my lips. Then he brought the black silk cloth from his loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me.  He moved it toward my face. Then he raised it a bit more and I realized that he was blindfolding me. The smooth black silk covered my eyes and hid his naked body from me. For a moment I was disappointed. He leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and as he did his bare chest pressed against my boobs. He rubbed it slightly back and forth and I felt my nipples responding. I could smell the faint scent he was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the black silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew he was no longer holding it. He made no sound to let me know where he was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers lightly touch the buttons of my blouse. One by one they came open, and I felt strong hands cup my breasts through my bra. His fingers circled my nipples and sent waves of intense pleasure through me. Gently he pulled down my bra straps, and then his hands softly ran behind my back to open the snap and let my breasts free. I waited for the next touch, but felt nothing. Not being able to see, I strained my ears to try to find him, but heard not the slightest sound. I could only stand there with naked tits and wait. Was he enjoying the picture of me standing there topless? I felt my nipples getting hard as I imagined what could come next.

Then I felt a very soft touch brush across my stomach. Gently, in smooth curves, it traced a path. So soft it was that I was not sure whether it was a finger or his tongue. Slowly it worked its way up toward my naked breasts. I thought I felt a slight wetness lubricating its path. Then it reached my boobs and as it circled them lightly I became sure that he was licking me. Around each tit in turn his tongue worked, circling nearer and nearer to the nipple. Hard and firm, my nipples cried out for his touch. First one, then the other, he flicked with his tongue. I felt my pussy dripping as my excitement grew. Then gentle lips took the nipple between them and he sucked it in and out. He knew just what he was doing and just how to give me maximum pleasure by rolling the nipple under his tongue. Some of my fumbling boyfriends had sucked those tits, but never as skillfully as this guy did.

As he gently suckled, first one and now the other, I felt his smooth palm rubbing my belly. It worked to the button of my slacks and undid it, then pulled down the zipper. Softly it worked down over the smooth fabric of my panties, and slid my slacks down off my hips. Then strong hands pulled them down, caressing the sensitive skin of the inner thighs as they did. I lifted my feet so he could pull them off. Then his hands moved back up my legs, caressing my inner thighs and letting one finger run so very lightly over my slit under the white panties.

But then once again he moved away. I stood there in nothing but my panties, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my pussy throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the light aroma of his perfume in the air.

Soon I felt him gently, gently, spread my legs apart and touch my pussy. His hand moved to my pubic mound and softly rubbed. Then his fingers slid into the waistband of my panties and began pulling them down.  I knew my soft blond pussy hair and my pink lips, dripping now, were exposed to his gaze. I welcomed his attentions by spreading my legs slightly, and felt his soft touch on my inner thighs tracing down my legs. Once again I stepped out of the panties. Now his strong hands moved up my legs, tracing a path from my pussy to my ass, then on up my back. He pressed his whole body into mine, his strong chest pressing against my boobs, his belly rubbing mine, and his hard cock pressed up against my mound. My body was responding to his every touch and I pressed close. Then he moved away and again I stood in darkness, feeling no touch.

After a short time I felt him take hold of both my hands from behind me. He had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. He brought my hands together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that black silk cord, wrapped around them. 

Then he pressed against me from behind, his hands reaching around to hold my boobs and his hard cock pressed into the crack of my butt. After a moment of soft rubbing he moved to the side and pulled me gently back by the cord around my wrists. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly he once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing. 

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect his position from the soft smell of his musky perfume but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the dripping of my pussy juices. Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as he fastened it, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

After a short time I felt the gentlest touch of something flick over my slit. It was so sudden, so soft, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it quickly withdrew. Then it was back, a soft gentle touch, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was a finger, a tongue or his cock that was caressing my pussy. Again and again it stroked. Then slowly I felt it sliding up and down, finding my clit at the top of each stroke. Softly it rolled back and forth creating intense sensations. Now I thought that such subtle control had to be coming from his fingertips.

The rubbing became harder, and my pussy lips were swelling with excitement. As he stroked and caressed my hips pressed toward him. Round and round his finger went, bring me closer and closer to intense pleasure. My excitement was building and building with each stroke. His finger pressed through the lips and probed deep into my wetness. I felt it go down into my pussy, and then pull out. Now two fingers entered me, filling my pussy fuller and increasing the pleasure. Gently they stroked, in and out, in and out. Held to the pole as I was, I had little room to move but I rolled my hips with each stroke. Deeper they probed each time, fingers filling my pussy as his thumb rubbed against my clitoris. I rushed toward my orgasm. Faster he stroked and more intense became my feelings. Then suddenly waves of contractions rushed across my pussy and I climaxed magnificently.

Then his fingers pulled out and I stood there gasping. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cunt to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for his intentions. I did not know if he was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the girls had arranged for me? Not knowing what to expect was exciting in itself. I felt my pussy becoming engorged again, surely getting ready for another round. Would it come?

A light touch ran up the inside of my thigh. It felt slightly wet and I thought it might be his tongue, creeping toward my slit. Softly it caressed my pussy lips and then licked a long stroke up to my clit. Its wetness just added to my own juices and made all the touches soft and slippery. He rolled his tongue around my clit, then up and down my slit and around again and again. With each stroke his tongue moved a bit deeper inside me. Soon it was deep in my pussy, moving in exquisite patterns and finding the exact spot to drive me to the most excitement. He drew it out, then pressed in again. Each time he drew it out I felt more urgent need for it to fill me up again. 

Then my pussy felt empty, and there was nothing but a soft flicking touch on my clit. The orgasm denial drove my intensity higher. Around and around he rolled my clit, building my excitement with each stroke. Then suddenly he plunged his tongue deep into my pussy, deep and deep and touching all the right spots. He pressed hard and I felt my orgasm erupt, clenching his probing tongue with my pussy as I was bathed in pleasure again.

Quickly he withdrew, and I was left there tied to the pole writhing my hips after my second orgasm. Gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, pussy dripping but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

My eyes could not see the silky haired hunk but in my mind I could. I knew my pussy had felt his strong hands and his silky tongue. I pictured in my mind his long thick cock, and waited for his next move.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. Slightly, oh so slightly, I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled gently, his hard chest pressed my side and I felt curly hair and a hard rod throbbing against my thigh. Wondering what he was doing now, I waited for some sign. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because he had not said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from his footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my pubic mound. My hands were free, but I did not reach. My pussy was telling me that it would like to feel my fingers in it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my pussy juices would have subsided, yet I could still feel the wetness down there.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susuration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had he come back, or had he ever left?

Two strong hands were on my boobs but instead of caressing they were pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused.  Hands grabbed one ankle. They pulled it to the side stretching my leg that way, and it was wrapped in something soft and silky. I heard a slight snap. Then the other ankle was grabbed, wrapped and secured the same way. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide and my pussy gaping. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what. 

In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth.  I was totally bound in silken ties. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.

For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. Then something dripped on my chest. I felt a spreading pool of warmth. It trickled onto each tit and dripped on each nipple.  A trickle of the warm stuff began going down my chest toward my belly. Momentarily I thought it was blood and then I realized it was warm oil. The thin stream poured on my belly and my belly button and then moved on down toward my cunt.  Softly it flowed over my clit and down my slit, starting my arousal up again. The trickle went on over both thighs to my toes.

Soon soft hands were on my chest, spreading the warm oil over my tits and around my nipples. Gently they squeezed and rubbed. My hard nipples slipped easily through caressing fingers, lubricated and warmed by the oil. First one tit and then the other felt warm and glowing with these attentions. Then his hands followed the stream down over my belly. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to my mound each time. It seemed that pussy was reaching out toward them and I moved my hips the little I could to try to reach those warm hands.

But now they moved down to my thighs, and massaged gently upwards. They came to my crotch, rubbing gently against my vulva as they moved back and forth. Each time they rolled a little further up into my crotch and toward my dripping slit. It was an exquisitely teasing sensation to feel them approaching a little at a time. Spread as I was, my whole pussy was easy for him to reach. Closer and closer they stroked, and then softly the flat palm of one hand moved over my cunt.  It neared the top and then made little circles right on the sensitive clit. Smooth and oily it went around and around on my pussy.

Then the fingers probed deep inside again. They rolled and twisted, imitating a throbbing cock and stroking in and out. Occasionally some boyfriend had gotten his fingers in my pussy and thought he was pleasuring me, but this one knew what he was doing and produced a masterpiece of tantalization. He pushed and pulled and my excitement rose to the point of explosion. Still blind, still silent, only the gathering sensation in my pussy meant anything to me. Then with a final deep thrust everything was gone again.

This time I moaned in my disappointment. Quickly the soft cloth that was bound over my mouth was tapped lightly, a clear message that silence was still demanded. I lay there, helplessly spread out with my throbbing pussy spread open. I writhed my hips hoping to touch something with it but there was no more stimulation. Finally I lay there and just let the feeling of the room flow over me and wrap around my cunt, trying somehow to sense his position, or even his presence.




The House of Silken Ties Ch. 02



I felt movement as if someone was sitting on the bed. Then softly he lowered his body onto mine. I lay spread out beneath him, and that tall powerful man spread on top of me. His hard chest pressed against my boobs and rubbed my nipples, his belly rested against mine, and his stiff rod nested in the soft hair of my pubic mound.  Since my body was still covered in oil, he was able to slide along it. I felt him slip up toward my shoulders, and then back down as his belly rubbed against mine. His cock slipped between my thighs and sought the warmth and moisture of my pussy lips. He did not sink deeply into me, though, but withdrew and quickly slid back up until his nipples brushed my lips and his hard cock throbbed against my belly. Eagerly I sucked those hard nipples. Then they pulled out of my lips as he slid back down, his cock traveling over my pubis and his mouth reaching for my nipples. Spread as I was, his belly pressed my wet pussy as he sucked my boobs. 

On down he traveled, until his head was between my spread legs and he could lick my pussy again. The excitement was becoming so intense that, though I enjoyed the anticipation, my climax was becoming urgent. I felt him slide up once again, his chest crossing my belly and then pressing my tits. Between my spread lets I felt his cock slide over my thighs and then gasped as it penetrated my wet pussy at last. He only let it slip in a bit past the lips and them pulled it out. In it pressed again, and slowly out. In again, deeper with each stroke, driving me to the heights of ecstasy. I rolled my hips each time he reached full penetration, pushing me further and further toward my climax.

I knew he could tell when I was edging because he slowed to exquisitely stimulating strokes. Deep inside he pushed his throbbing cock, then almost pulled out.  Deep again, up again, and he felt me start to reach my orgasm. He drove hard into me and rolled his hips as waves of my climax flowed over me. I could feel his cock throb and knew he was coming just as I was. The explosion in my pussy and through my whole body was more intense than I had ever had before.

Just as I felt his juices begin to spurt, the cloth was ripped from my eyes. I looked up to see that magnificent chest above me, that fine tall body heaving with our mutual climaxes. Suddenly the silence was broken as I finally cried out as I came. 

To my amazement I heard answering cries from around the bed. Turning my head to one side I saw Cathy and Nancy, and on the other side I saw Sandy. Each of my girlfriends was happily cradled in the grasp of a strong naked man, riding his rod hard. Their thrusting hips and grunting yells told me that all three of my friends were hitting their orgasms on their man's cock just as I did on the hard shaft of my gorgeous hunk.

After our climaxes, each of us was quiet for a moment. Then all three of my friends, and all four of the men, called out together, "Happy Birthday, Sharon!" I felt hands unsnapping my restraints. Finally having my hands free the first thing I did was grab that big hunk and pull him down to squeeze him against my tits. Then letting him lie on top of me I grabbed his ass with both hands and pushed his stiff cock deep into my pussy one last time.

Pushing him off me, gasping after my third orgasm of the evening, and looking at all the naked bodies, handsome guys and my best friends, all I could say was, "Thanks for the best birthday ever!"



The House of Silken Ties Ch. 03



The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a single lesbian with no close relatives, a lover who is often out of town, not really any friends except the guys and girls from the Friends of Dorothy club. I got up and showered. I took the time to look at myself in the mirror. After all there most of the stylists where I work are either gay or bi, and one of them might be checking me out. I was happy enough with what I saw, figuring plenty of gay girls would be attracted by it. I am dark skinned and black haired with big wide eyes. I am not tall, and voluptuous in build, with some love handles around my waist. I have nice big round boobs with dark areolae and large dark nipples. My belly is rounded nicely, and my ass cheeks are soft and large. I keep my dark black pubic hair trimmed into a landing strip so my girlfriend can find my pussy easily. I sighed, and went off to my job at the beauty salon. All day cutting hair and listening to bitchy women made me ready to go home to make a small salad for my dinner. That was all that my diet allowed.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Maria," I muttered as I popped open a diet Sprite. It was a big surprise to me when I heard the unmistakeable sound of the air brakes on a 16-wheeler outside my apartment. I heard a big door slam and soon the door opened.

Behold, my lover was standing there. I guess she had re-arranged her driving schedule to be here! T'keesha looks like exactly what she is, a bull dyke. She is short, square, and black, with corn row hair. A sloppy sweatshirt usually hides her big boobs from public view and jeans cover her spacious booty. But we have had a relationship for a long time and she treats me well. She pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool! Did you think I would forget the Big 2-1!"

I was surprised and flattered. After a big hug, T'Keesha pulled an envelope out of her pocket. "I wanted to make your 21st special, kid! I didn't think sitting around watching TV alone was the way to a big thrill. So I got you a top rate present. Here!" She thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at T'Keesha and saw a big grin on her face. "Just go to the address, birthday girl, and you will get your present." She pushed me toward the door, and into my car. Then they stood there humming I Love Little Pussy as I pulled out. 

I drove over to the address she had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous girl who came from behind the curtain could only be described as amazing. She was not tall, only a couple of inches taller than me, and exquisitely thin but not to the point of anorexia. Her skin and hair were totally white, as white as the curtains she came through. Her eyes were pale blue, and her lids were covered in white eye shadow. Her lips had a glossy white lipstick. Every inch of her body was in perfect proportion. Her graceful arms ended in small hands with long curved nails painted dead white. She wore a white lace top which hugged her nicely proportioned round tits. It had a deep cleavage and was semitransparent and patterned so that her faintly pink nipples peeked tantalizingly at me. Then it dropped down over her small waist and the top of her hips. Through the transparent fabric it displayed her firm slim stomach and a cute belly button.

A white silk cord tied low on her hips held a strip of white silk cloth draped in loin cloth style, reaching between her legs to cover her femininity and dropping down in front. Her legs ran down to white spike heeled shoes which gave them a provocative shape. Altogether she was the perfect vision of a passionate lover -- or a spirit of light?

All I could do was to stare at her in amazement and wonder exactly what sort of birthday present my buddies has arranged for me.

This stunning beauty stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed that filmy white top very slowly. It slid up over her finely proportioned white breasts and revealed the pale pink areolae and nipples like little rose petals. Those boobs were firm and upright and I was wondering whether to try to get my lips on them. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed provocatively, raising her hands over her head to pull her tits even further up and turned slowly from side to side so I had a perfect view from all angles. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet already.

Her hands dropped to the silk cord around her waist and slowly undid the knot. As she removed the cord she held the white loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly she began to pull it up and through her legs. The top of her thighs held it gently as it made its passage over her pussy. Then it fell free of her thighs and she pulled it up the last few inches, spreading her legs a bit as she did. It revealed soft pink pussy lips, glistening slightly, and the rounded mons veneris with a fine covering of pure white pubic hair. My pussy was starting to twitch now as she put on this silent strip show for me. She slipped out of her high heels and posed beautifully, her shoulders thrown back thrusting her boobs forward and her legs opened just enough to display the pale lips of her pussy. One hand with its long fingernail traced a path up her thigh and teasingly over her pussy. My mind was spinning with anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly she walked toward me, her hips swaying and her breasts moving gently. Once again she laid one finger on my lips. Then she brought the white silk cloth from her loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. Slowly she brought it toward me. She moved it toward my face, and as it neared me I could smell a slight musky odor from her pussy juices on it. Then she raised it a bit more and I realized that she was blindfolding me. The smooth white silk covered my eyes and hid her naked beauty from me. For a moment I was disappointed. She leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and as she did her soft round breasts pressed against my chest, flattening my boobs, and her silky hair brushed my shoulders. I could smell the faint perfume she was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the white silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew she was no longer holding it. She made no sound to let me know where she was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers tracing a path along my sweater toward my boobs. Softly she tickled my nipples, which had hardened and were poking through the soft fabric. Her hands went to my waist, then slid slowly under my sweater and up my sides. She pulled the sweater over my head, pulling slightly on the neck chain as she shook it free. I knew that now my large naked boobies were exposed to her gaze. Was she enjoying what she saw? Softly the fingers traced a path around one nipple. Her gentle touch was teasing my flesh. When it finally crossed the nipple I felt intense pleasure. Gently she rubbed the nipple between her fingers. Her other hand came up to manipulate my other nipple round and round. I started to writhe in pleasure but this provoked a sharp pull on the chain around my neck. I took that as a warning to enjoy, but not to react. 

Then I felt a very soft touch brush across my stomach. Gently, in smooth curves, it traced a path. So soft it was that I was not sure whether it was a finger or her tongue. Slowly it worked its way up toward my naked tits. I thought I felt a slight wetness lubricating its path. Then it reached my bazooms and as it circled them lightly I became sure that she was licking me. Around each boob in turn her tongue worked, circling nearer and nearer to the nipple. Hard and firm, my nipples cried out for the touch. First one, then the other, she flicked with her tongue. I felt my pussy dripping as my excitement grew. Then gentle lips took the nipple between them and she sucked it in and out. She knew just what she was doing and just how to give me maximum pleasure by rolling the nipple under his tongue. Some of my fumbling girlfriends had sucked those tits, but never as skillfully as this girl did.

As she gently suckled, first one and now the other, I felt her smooth palm rubbing my belly. It worked to the fly of my jeans and opened it. She slid my jeans over my hips, showing my pink thong with the red lipstick mark on it. I knew my dripping pussy was leaving a damp spot on the fabric. Softly her hand worked up over the smooth fabric of the thong covering my pulsating mound, and slid my jeans down off my hips, caressing the sensitive skin of the inner thighs as they did. I lifted my feet so she could pull it off. Then her soft fingers moved back up my legs, caressing my inner thighs and letting one thumb rub over my slit under the fabric, bring out even more pussy juice.

But then once again she moved away. I stood there in nothing but my thong, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my pussy throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the light aroma of her perfume in the air.

After a short time I felt her take hold of one of my hands from behind me. She had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. She took my other hand and pulled them together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that white silk cord, wrapped around them. 

Then she pressed against me from behind, her hands reaching around to hold my boobs and her erect nipples hard against my back. After a short cuddle she moved to the side and pulled me gently back by the cord around my wrists. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly she once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing.

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect her position from the soft smell of her musky perfume but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the dripping of my pussy juices. Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as it was fastened, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

After time passed, I knew not how long, I felt her hands gently, gently, spread my legs apart and touch my pussy. The hand moved to my pubic mound and softly rubbed. It worked down through my crotch, and up to grasp the cheeks of my ass, exposed by the thong. Then her fingers slid into the band of my thong and began pulling it down over my ass. When my butt was completely bare, only a scrap of fabric covered my pussy in front. Now she pulled that down too, revealing my landing strip and the swelling lips of my cunt I welcomed her attentions by spreading my legs slightly, and felt her soft touch on my inner thighs tracing down my legs. Once again I stepped out of my underwear. Now her smooth hands moved up my legs, tracing a path from my pussy to my ass, then on up my back. She pressed her whole body into mine, her soft boobs pressing against mine, her belly smooth against my belly, and her pubic mound rubbing mine. My body was responding to her every stroke and I pressed close. Then she moved away and again I stood in darkness, not knowing where she was or what she was doing.

After a short time I felt the gentlest touch of something flick over my clit. It was so sudden, so soft, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it quickly withdrew. Then it was back, a soft gentle touch, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was her finger or her tongue that was caressing my pussy. Again and again it stroked, and then began to vibrate. I felt it sliding up and down, finding my clit at the top of each stroke, staying there and vibrating at low speed. Softly the vibrator rolled back and forth creating intense sensations. The speed increased, and in the total silence I heard its low humming sound.

It rubbed back up to my clitoris again, and send waves of ecstasy through me as it came to high speed and vibrated against my most sensitive spot. Then it penetrated into my cunt, only a little way, and she rolled the vibrator around and around to fill the walls of my vagina. Suddenly she plunged it deep into me and held it there, the vibrations driving me toward my climax. Then she pulled it completely out.

For a moment I saw nothing, heard nothing but the slight hum of the vibrator, felt nothing but my pussy clenching and seeking something to fill it. Then the vibrations returned to my slit, the tip moving up and down my swollen cunt lips. She was very skilled with it and knew how to produce the maximum pleasure. Soon its entire length was laid along my pussy lips, moving slightly side to side as it vibrated all along them. Then once again it penetrated, and moved in and out as she rolled it side to side and the max speed vibrations drove me to heights of excitement. Deep inside me she pushed it and intensely it vibrated through my entire vaginal tunnel. Then suddenly waves of contractions rushed across my pussy and I climaxed magnificently, my pussy squeezing tight to that vibrating delight.

Then she pulled it out and I stood there gasping. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cunt to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for her intentions. I did not know if she was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that my friends had arranged for me? Not knowing what to expect was exciting in itself. I felt my pussy becoming engorged again, surely getting ready for another round. Would it come?

A light touch ran up the inside of my thigh. It felt slightly wet and I thought it might be a tongue, creeping toward my slit. Softly it caressed my pussy lips and then licked a long stroke up to my clit. Its wetness just added to my own juices and made all the touches soft and slippery. The tongue rolled around my clit, then up and down my slit and around again and again. I felt hands grab my ass and press it close to the her as she was licking me. With each stroke her tongue moved a bit deeper inside me. Soon it was deep in my pussy, moving in exquisite patterns and finding the exact spot to drive me to the most excitement. She drew it out, then pressed in again. Each time she drew it out I felt more urgent need for it to fill me up again.  

Then my pussy felt empty, and there was nothing but a soft flicking touch on my clit. The orgasm denial drove my intensity higher. Around and around she rolled my clit with her tongue, building my excitement with each stroke. Then suddenly she plunged her tongue deep into my pussy, deep and deep and touching all the right spots. She pressed hard and I felt my orgasm erupt, clenching her probing tongue with my pussy as I was bathed in pleasure again.

Quickly she withdrew, and I was left there tied to the pole writhing my hips after my second orgasm. Gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, pussy dripping but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. I felt long soft hair brush my shoulder. Slightly, oh so slightly, I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled gently, her soft tits with the hard nipples rubbed my side and I felt the silky hair of her pussy against my thigh. Wondering what she was doing now, I waited for some sign. She moved away from me. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because she had never said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from her footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my pubic mound. My hands were free, but I did not reach. My pussy was telling me that it would like to feel my fingers in it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, seeing, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my pussy juices would have subsided, yet I could still feel the wetness down there.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susurration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had she come back, or had she ever left?

Two soft hands were on my boobs but instead of caressing they were pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. A hand grabbed my ankle. It was pulled to the side, and it was wrapped in something soft and silky. I heard a slight snap. Then my other ankle received the same treatment, pulling my legs far apart. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide and my pussy gaping. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what. 

In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth. I was totally bound in silken ties. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.

For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. I could imagine her looking at me, my pussy open to her view, my melons stretched upward by the awkward position. Was she watching me, enjoying the sight of my exposed body? Was she fingering her pussy? Or was she just enjoying my helplessness?




The House of Silken Ties Ch. 03



Then something dripped on my chest. I felt a spreading pool of warmth. It trickled onto each tit and dripped on each nipple. A trickle of the warm stuff began going down my chest toward my belly. Momentarily I thought it was blood and then I realized it was warm oil. The thin stream poured on my belly and my belly button and then moved on down toward my cunt. Softly it flowed over my clit and down my slit, starting my arousal up again. The trickle went on over both thighs to my toes.

Soon soft hands were on my chest, spreading the warm oil over my tits and around my nipples. Gently they squeezed and rubbed. My hard nipples slipped easily through caressing fingers, lubricated and warmed by the oil. First one tit and then the other felt warm and glowing with these attentions. Then the hands followed the stream down over my belly. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to my mound each time. It seemed that pussy was reaching out toward them and I moved my hips the little I could to try to reach those warm hands.

But now they moved down to my thighs, and massaged gently upwards. They came to my crotch, rubbing gently against my vulva as they moved back and forth. Each time they rolled a little further up into my crotch and toward my dripping slit. It was an exquisitely teasing sensation to feel them approaching a little at a time. Spread as I was, my whole pussy was easy for her to reach. Closer and closer they stroked, one hand moving up, then the other. Soon the flat palm of her hand moved over my cunt. It neared the top and then made little circles right on the sensitive clit. Smooth and oily it went around and around on my pussy.

Her fingers probed deep inside. They rolled and twisted, imitating a throbbing cock and stroking in and out. Occasionally some girlfriend's fingers in my pussy had done that, thinking I was being pleasured, but this one knew what she was doing and produced a masterpiece of tantalization. She pushed and pulled and my excitement rose to the point of explosion. Still blind, still silent, only the gathering sensation in my pussy meant anything to me. Then with a final thrust her fingers went deep into me and her thumb rolled my clit to bring me to another orgasm. I rolled my hips and thrust them upward as my vagina clenched tight.

But then her fingers pulled out and again I was left with no sensations. This time I moaned in my disappointment. Quickly the soft cloth that was bound over my mouth was tapped lightly, a clear message that silence was still demanded. I lay there, helplessly spread out with my throbbing pussy standing open. I writhed my hips hoping to touch something with it but there was no more stimulation. Finally I lay there and just let the feeling of the room flow over me and wrap around my tits and pussy, trying somehow to sense her position, or even her presence.

I felt movement as if someone was sitting on the bed. Then a light body lowered onto mine. I lay spread out beneath her. Her boobs pressed against my boobs and her nipples rubbed my nipples, her belly rested against mine, and her softly hairy pussy mound met my landing strip. Since my body was still covered in oil, she was able to slide along it. I felt her slip up toward my shoulders, and then back down as her belly rubbed against mine. She was straddling one of my thighs, and her wet pussy sought the warmth and moisture of my pussy lips. After a few pleasurable rubs, it withdrew and quickly slid back up until her nipples brushed my lips and her wet pussy throbbed against my belly. Eagerly I sucked those hard nipples. 

On down she traveled along my body. Her pussy reached mine again and felt soft and wet as we rubbed together tribbing, our clits rubbing each other hard. She continued sliding down my body until her head was between my spread legs and she could lick my pussy again. The excitement was becoming so intense that, though I enjoyed the anticipation, my climax was becoming urgent. I felt her slide up once again, her chest crossing my belly and then pressing my tits. Again her pussy rubbed against mine.

Now I felt her reach out someplace, and soon felt a hard pressure between our cunts. She had found a dildo and was rubbing it over my pussy. Quickly it pressed inside, and I felt her on top of me, taking the other end into herself. Her hips worked back and forth on this double rod and moved it skillfully inside my pussy. I relaxed and enjoyed her hard work, and felt the excitement build. Her thrusting became more and more urgent and I was almost ready to explode.

Then one more time I was denied my climax. The hard shaft pulled out of my cunt and I was left in the darkness and silence while my cunt cried out for release. I writhed in agony, twisting against my silken ties. My senses strained to try to find her, but I had no clue but the scent of her perfume filling the room.

Then she was back. My sensitive nipples were being rubbed by the hard shaft, pushing against one and then the other. Then she again climbed on top of me. My pussy felt hers dripping wet as our clits made contact and we were tribbing hard against each other. She rolled her clit against mine and again I went right to the edge.

Then she slipped back and I felt the long hard shaft of the dildo enter my vagina. Deep it pressed, and I could tell she had inserted the other end in her own pussy. Fast hard deep strokes had me rolling my hips and reaching up hard with my hips to meet the shaft.

I knew she could tell when I was edging because she slowed to exquisitely slow strokes. She felt me start to reach my orgasm and grabbed my hips to to pull me hard against the dildo. She dropped forward so our tits rubbed each other and that was the final stimulation. The waves of my climax flowed over me. The girl and I both pushed deep against the shafts as we each came hard together.

Just as my climax rolled over me the cloth was pulled from my eyes. I saw the girl on top of me and could see her hips jerking with our joint orgasms. Suddenly the silence was broken as both of us finally cried out as we came. 

To my amazement I heard an answering cry beside me. Turning my head, I was surprised to see T'Keesha next to the bed, shoving a double dildo from the rear into the pussy of a beautiful girl bent over in front of her. From her grunting I could tell that she was coming too just as I did.

After our climaxes, each of us was quiet for a moment. Then T'Keesha and both gorgeous girls called out ,"Happy Birthday, Maria!" I felt hands unsnapping my restraints. Finally having my hands free the first thing I did was grab that gorgeous girl and rub hard against her whole body. Then letting her lie on top of me I grabbed her ass with both hands and shoved her hips against mine to drive the double dildo deep inside both of us for one last warm embrace. 

Pushing them off me, gasping after my fourth orgasm of the evening, and looking at both the naked bodies of beautiful girls, and my great lover, all I could say was, "Thanks for the best birthday ever!" 



The House of Silken Ties Ch. 04



The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a single bisexual girl with no close relatives, no current relationship, not really any friends except the guys and girls from the Friends of Dorothy club. I got up and showered. I took the time to look at myself in the mirror. After all there were several gay or bi employees at the store where I worked and who knew when one of them would check me out. I was happy with what I saw, figuring either a girl or a guy would like it. I am not tall, but I have a nice slim figure with round hips and perky boobs. They are not huge bazooms, but they fill a 34C bra very well and the nipples stand up nicely when somebody's tongue tickles them. I keep my pussy shaved all the time, and I ran a hand over it to feel the smoothness. It looked and felt good. So why don't I have something cuddly to share my bed? I sighed, and went off to my job. Eight hours later I clocked out to go home and make a bowl of soup for my dinner. That was all that my budget allowed.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Elaine," I muttered as I popped open a wine spritzer in a box. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and behold my three best LGBT buddies greeted me. They pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool!" "Did you think we forgot?" "The Big 2-1!"

I was surprised and flattered. I didn't think anybody cared at all. After a bit of laughing and backslapping, Gene pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "We want to make your 21st special, kid! We didn't think sitting around watching TV was the way to a big thrill. So we all got together to get you a top rate present. Here!" He thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at Gene and saw a big grin on his face. "Just go to the address, birthday girl, and you will get your present." All the my friends were grinning and nodding. They pushed me toward the door, and into my car. Then they stood there looking like the Sugarplum Fairies as I pulled out. Their big waves were my farewell.

I drove over to the address they had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, it was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous brunette who came from behind the curtain could only be described as amazing. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, maybe 5 foot 3. Her dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail, a style which accented her beautiful high cheekbones. Her eyes were dark, outlined with black mascara which made them look big and wide-eyed. Her lips were splashed with bright red glitter gloss, and the glowing tanned skin of her face was highlighted by the light rouge she wore. Every inch of her body was in perfect proportion. Her slimness and petite shape made her almost childlike. Her graceful arms ended in small hands with long curved nails painted bright red. She wore a black lace top which hugged her round petite tits. It had a deep cleavage and was semitransparent and patterned so that her nipples peeked tantalizingly at me. Then it dropped down over her small waist and the top of her hips. Through the transparent fabric it displayed her firm slim stomach and a cute belly button.

A black silk cord tied low on her hips held a strip of black silk cloth draped in loin cloth style, reaching between her legs to cover her femininity and dropping down in front. Her tanned legs ran down to spike heeled shoes which gave them a provocative shape. Altogether she was the perfect vision of a passionate lover -- or a night spirit?

All I could do was to stare at her in amazement and wonder exactly what sort of birthday present my buddies has arranged for me.

This stunning beauty stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed that filmy black top very slowly. It slid up over her small perfect breasts, tanned like the rest of her body, and revealed the dark pink areolae and nipples like little mounds. They were firm and upright and I was wondering whether to try to get my hands on them. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed provocatively, raising her hands over her head to pull her breasts even further up and turning slowly from side to side so I had a perfect view from all angles. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet already.

Her hands dropped to the silk cord around her waist and slowly undid the knot. As she removed the cord she held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly she began to pull it up and through her legs. The top of her thighs held it gently as it made its passage over her pussy. Then it fell free of her thighs and she pulled it up the last few inches, spreading her legs a bit as she did. It revealed soft pink pussy lips, glistening slightly, and the rounded mons veneris shaven clean. My pussy was starting to twitch now as she put on this silent strip show for me. She slipped out of her high heels and posed beautifully, her shoulders thrown back thrusting her tits forward and her legs opened just enough to display the lips of her little pink pussy. One hand with its long fingernail traced a path up her thigh and teasingly over her pussy lips. My mind was spinning with anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly she walked toward me, her hips swaying and her breasts moving gently. Once again she laid one finger on my lips. Then she brought the black silk cloth from her loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. Slowly she brought it toward me. She moved it toward my face, and as it neared me I could smell a slight musky odor from her pussy juices on it. Then she raised it a bit more and I realized that she was blindfolding me. The smooth black silk covered my eyes and hid her naked beauty from me. For a moment I was disappointed. She leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and as she did her soft round breasts pressed against my chest, flattening my boobs, and her silky hair brushed my shoulders. I could smell the faint perfume she was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the black silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew she was no longer holding it. She made no sound to let me know where she was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers lightly touch the buttons of my blouse. One by one they came open. My naked breasts were exposed to her gaze, I knew. Softly the fingers traced a path around one nipple. I could feel her long nails teasing my flesh. When it finally crossed the nipple I felt intense pleasure. Gently she rubbed the nipple between her fingers. Her other hand came up to manipulate my other nipple round and round. I started to writhe in pleasure but this provoked a sharp pull on the chain around my neck. I took that as a warning to enjoy, but not to react. 

Then I felt a very soft touch brush across my stomach. Gently, in smooth curves, it traced a path. So soft it was that I was not sure whether it was a finger or her tongue. Slowly it worked its way up toward my naked breasts. I thought I felt a slight wetness lubricating its path. Then it reached my boobs and as it circled them lightly I became sure that she was licking me. Around each tit in turn her tongue worked, circling nearer and nearer to the nipple. Hard and firm, my nipples cried out for the touch. First one, then the other, she flicked with her tongue. I felt my pussy dripping as my excitement grew. Then gentle lips took the nipple between them and she sucked it in and out. She knew just what she was doing and just how to give me maximum pleasure by rolling the nipple under his tongue. Some of my fumbling boyfriends and girlfriends had sucked those tits, but never as skillfully as this girl did.

As she gently suckled, first one and now the other, I felt her smooth palm rubbing my belly. It worked to the button of my miniskirt and pulled it up. I knew my dripping pussy was leaving a damp spot on my white panties. Softly her hand worked up over the smooth fabric of my panties which covered my pulsating mound, and slid my skirt down off my hips, caressing the sensitive skin of the inner thighs as they did. I lifted my feet so she could pull it off. Then her sharp fingernails moved back up my legs, caressing my inner thighs and letting one nail run so very lightly over my slit under the white panties, creating a feeling that was both pleasurable and dangerous at the same time.

But then once again she moved away. I stood there in nothing but my panties, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my pussy throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the light aroma of her perfume in the air.

Soon I felt hands gently, gently, spread my legs apart and touch my pussy. The hand moved to my pubic mound and softly rubbed. I realized then that I did not feel the long nails on her hand, and as the rubbing became more insistent I could tell that these were larger, stronger hands than I had felt before. I became convinced that the naked girl had been replaced by a man. Was he naked too? What did he look like? His hands were large and strong. Did he have a cock to match? My imagination pictured him, gently rubbing my pubes with a large erection sticking out in front of him. Then his fingers slid into the waistband of my panties and began pulling them down. I knew my clean shaven mound and my pink lips, dripping now, were exposed to his gaze. I welcomed his attentions by spreading my legs slightly, and felt his soft touch on my inner thighs tracing down my legs. Once again I stepped out of the panties. Now his strong hands moved up my legs, tracing a path from my pussy to my ass, then on up my back. He pressed his whole body into mine, his strong chest pressing against my boobs, his belly rubbing mine, and his hard cock pressed up against my mound. My body was responding to his every stroke and I pressed close. Then he moved away and again I stood in darkness, feeling no touch.

After a short time I felt him take hold of one of my hands from behind me. He had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. My other hand was taken by the small soft hands of the girl. They brought my hands together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that black silk cord, wrapped around them. 

Then he pressed against me from behind, his hands reaching around to hold my boobs and his hard cock pressed into the crack of my butt. He rubbed back and forth against my back. Then he moved to the side and pulled me gently back by the cord around my wrists. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly he once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing.

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect their positions from the soft smell of his musky perfume or her floral scent but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the dripping of my pussy juices. Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as it was fastened, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

After a short time I felt the gentlest touch of something flick over my slit. It was so sudden, so soft, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it quickly withdrew. Then it was back, a soft gentle touch, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was a finger, a tongue or his cock that was caressing my pussy. Again and again it stroked. Then slowly I felt it sliding up and down, finding my clit at the top of each stroke. Softly it rolled back and forth creating intense sensations. Now I thought that such subtle control had to be coming from fingertips, and since I felt no nails they must be his fingers.

The rubbing became harder, and my pussy lips were swelling with excitement. As he stroked and caressed my hips pressed toward him. Round and round his finger went, bring me closer and closer to intense pleasure. My excitement was building and building with each stroke. Then I felt two hands on my tits, caressing and squeezing my nipples. They had to be hers. As she rubbed my nipples, his finger pressed through my pussy lips and probed deep into my wetness. I felt it go down into my pussy, and then pull out. Now two fingers entered me, filling my pussy fuller and increasing the pleasure. Gently they stroked, in and out, in and out. Held to the pole as I was, I had little room to move but I rolled my hips with each stroke. 

My nipples were sending waves of pleasure through me and the rubbing of my clit was bringing me closer and closer to coming. Deeper his fingers probed each time, filling my pussy as his thumb rubbed against my clitoris. I rushed toward my orgasm. Faster he stroked and more intense became my feelings. She was rubbing and squeezing my tits and he was stroking my pussy hard. Then suddenly waves of contractions rushed across my pussy and I climaxed magnificently.

Then his fingers pulled out and I stood there gasping. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cunt to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for his intentions. I did not know if either of them was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the girls had arranged for me? Not knowing what to expect was exciting in itself. I felt my pussy becoming engorged again, surely getting ready for another round. Would it come?

A light touch ran up the inside of my thigh. It felt slightly wet and I thought it might be a tongue, creeping toward my slit. Softly it caressed my pussy lips and then licked a long stroke up to my clit. Its wetness just added to my own juices and made all the touches soft and slippery. The tongue rolled around my clit, then up and down my slit and around again and again. Was it his tongue, or hers, or was someone else in the room? I felt hands grab my ass and press it close to the person licking me. Yes, they had long nails, digging in to my butt cheeks. It was the girl who performing the cunnilingus on me. With each stroke her tongue moved a bit deeper inside me. Soon it was deep in my pussy, moving in exquisite patterns and finding the exact spot to drive me to the most excitement. She drew it out, then pressed in again. Each time she drew it out I felt more urgent need for it to fill me up again. 

Then my pussy felt empty, and there was nothing but a soft flicking touch on my clit. The orgasm denial drove my intensity higher. Around and around she rolled my clit with her tongue, building my excitement with each stroke. Then I felt him behind me. He reached around and grabbed my boobs and squeezed tight. His cock found the crack of my ass and began working up and down in it. Then suddenly she plunged her tongue deep into my pussy, deep and deep and touching all the right spots. She pressed hard and I felt my orgasm erupt, clenching her probing tongue with my pussy as I was bathed in pleasure again.

Quickly they both withdrew, and I was left there tied to the pole writhing my hips after my second orgasm. Gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, pussy dripping but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

My eyes could not see the man but in my mind I could. I knew my tits and my pussy had felt his strong hands and his cock had pressed against me. I also saw in my mind the brunette girl and how she had manipulated my nipples and used her silky tongue. I pictured in my mind his long thick cock and her wet smooth pussy, and waited for his next move.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. Slightly, oh so slightly, I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled gently, his hard chest pressed my side and I felt curly hair and a hard rod against my thigh. Wondering what he was doing now, I waited for some sign. On my other side, I felt her small firm boobs pressing me, the nipples standing hard against my side. She straddled my thigh and pressed her wet soft pussy against it. Both of them moved away from me. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because neither of them had said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from their footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my pubic mound. My hands were free, but I did not reach down. My pussy was telling me that it would like to feel my fingers in it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my pussy juices would have subsided, yet I could still feel the wetness down there.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susuration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had they come back, or had they ever left?

Two strong hands were on my boobs but instead of caressing they were pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. One hand grabbed each ankle. They were pulled to the side stretching my legs wide apart, and each ankle was wrapped in something soft and silky. I heard a slight snap on each side. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide and my pussy gaping. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what. 




The House of Silken Ties Ch. 04



In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth. I was totally bound in silken ties. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.

For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. I could imagine them looking at me, my pussy open to their view, my tits stretched upward by the awkward position. Were they watching me, enjoying the view? Was she fingering her pussy, was he stroking his cock? Or were they pleasuring each other? Or were they just looking, enjoying my helplessness?

Then something dripped on my chest. I felt a spreading pool of warmth. It trickled onto each tit and dripped on each nipple. A trickle of the warm stuff began going down my chest toward my belly. Momentarily I thought it was blood and then I realized it was warm oil. The thin stream poured on my belly and my belly button and then moved on down toward my cunt. Softly it flowed over my clit and down my slit, starting my arousal up again. The trickle went on over both thighs to my toes.

Soon hands were on my chest, spreading the warm oil over my tits and around my nipples. Gently they squeezed and rubbed. Were they his or hers? My hard nipples slipped easily through caressing fingers, lubricated and warmed by the oil. First one tit and then the other felt warm and glowing with these attentions. I felt sure one nipple was rolling between his strong fingers, and the other was being pulled and tweaked by her nails. Then the hands followed the stream down over my belly. I could tell one of them was on each side of me. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to my mound each time. It seemed that pussy was reaching out toward them and I moved my hips the little I could to try to reach those warm hands.

But now they moved down to my thighs, and massaged gently upwards. They came to my crotch, rubbing gently against my vulva as they moved back and forth. Each time they rolled a little further up into my crotch and toward my dripping slit. It was an exquisitely teasing sensation to feel them approaching a little at a time. Spread as I was, my whole pussy was easy for them to reach. Closer and closer they stroked, one hand moving up, then the other. Soon the flat palm of his hand moved over my cunt. It neared the top and then made little circles right on the sensitive clit. Smooth and oily it went around and around on my pussy.

Then the other, smaller hand was rubbing my cunt. Those fingers probed deep inside. They rolled and twisted, imitating a throbbing cock and stroking in and out. Occasionally some girlfriend or boyfriend's fingers in my pussy had done that, thinking I was being pleasured, but this one knew what she was doing and produced a masterpiece of tantalization. She pushed and pulled and my excitement rose to the point of explosion. Still blind, still silent, only the gathering sensation in my pussy meant anything to me. Then with a final deep thrust I climaxed one more time.

Then her fingers pulled out and again I felt nothing. This time I moaned in my disappointment. Quickly the soft cloth that was bound over my mouth was tapped lightly, a clear message that silence was still demanded. I lay there, helplessly spread out with my throbbing pussy standing open. I writhed my hips hoping to touch something with it but there was no more stimulation. Finally I lay there and just let the feeling of the room flow over me and wrap around my cunt, trying somehow to sense their positions, or even their presence.

I felt movement as if someone was sitting on the bed. Then a small body lowered onto mine. I lay spread out beneath her. Her boobs pressed against my boobs and her nipples rubbed my nipples, her belly rested against mine, and her smooth pussy mound met mine. Since my body was still covered in oil, she was able to slide along it. I felt her slip up toward my shoulders, and then back down as her belly rubbed against mine. Her cunt slipped between my thighs and rubbed against the hardness of my clit, but withdrew and quickly slid back up until her nipples brushed my lips and her wet pussy throbbed against my belly. Eagerly I sucked those hard nipples. As I did I felt something hard rubbing my thighs, and realized it was his cock, teasing me down there. Her nipples pulled out of my mouth and traveled down my body. I could feel his cock on my pussy, but hard and erect and waiting for hers.

On down she traveled along my body. Her pussy reached mine, and I felt his cock jerk as she slid on to it. She continued pressing down until her head was between my spread legs and she could lick my pussy again. He thrust into her, and she thrust her tongue into me. He controlled the timing from his position behind her. The excitement was becoming so intense that, though I enjoyed the anticipation, my climax was becoming urgent. After a number of strokes this way, him pushing her into me, I felt her slide up once again, her chest crossing my belly and then pressing my tits. Between my spread legs I felt his cock slide over my thighs and then gasped as it penetrated my wet pussy at last. He only let it slip in a bit past the lips and then pulled it out. 

Now she was on top of me, her pussy touching my lips. I began licking it, and found her clitoris with my tongue and rolled it around. His cock was rubbing my pussy, and in it pressed again, and slowly out. In again, deeper with each stroke, driving me to the heights of ecstasy. I rolled my hips each time he reached full penetration, pushing me further and further toward my climax. I sucked in hard on her clit as he thrust deep into me and drove me to my fourth climax. My pussy clenched his rod hard and I grabbed her ass and pulled her dripping cunt into my face.

He had not spurted his juices, though. His still hard rod pulled out and her wet pussy left my face. Once more I was left alone, wondering where they were. I writhed in agony, twisting against my silken ties. Very quickly, though, I felt the bed move as they changed positions. My sensitive nipples were being rubbed by his rock hard shaft, pushing against one and then the other. My pussy felt hers dripping wet as our clits made contact and we were tribbing hard against each other. She rolled her clit against mine as he rolled his cock on my tits and again I went right to the edge.

I knew she could tell when I was edging because she slowed to exquisitely slow rubbing. I knew that he was edging too as his dick made long slow strokes on my soft tits. She felt me start to reach my orgasm and grabbed my hips to press my pussy against hers. He drove hard on my tits and I felt him start to spurt as waves of my climax flowed over me. The girl and I both clenched out pussies and our clits pressed on each other as we each came hard.

Just as I felt his juices begin to spurt on my boobs, the cloth was ripped from my eyes. I looked up to see the girl's tits above me, her small body heaving with our mutual climaxes. I saw the tall gorgeous guy standing at my side and felt his jerking against my boobs as he climaxed with us. Suddenly the silence was broken as both of us girls finally cried out as we all came. 

To my amazement I heard answering cries from around the bed. Turning my head to one side I saw Gene and Mai, and on the other side I saw Terry. Gene had a naked hunk kneeling in front of him deep throating his cock. Mai was riding a double dildo, the other end in the pussy of a striking ebony beauty. And Terry's expensive post-surgical tits were bouncing as she shoved the dick she still had into the ass of a beautiful girl bent over in front of her. Their thrusting hips and grunting yells told me that all three of my friends were hitting their orgasms just as I did.

After our climaxes, each of us was quiet for a moment. Then all three of my friends, and all five of our partners, called out together, "Happy Birthday, Elaine!" I felt hands unsnapping my restraints. Finally having my hands free the first thing I did was grab that gorgeous girl and pull her down to squeeze the long hard shaft of the magnificent guy between our tits. Then letting her lie on top of me I grabbed her ass with one hand and his ass with the other and pulled us all together for one last warm embrace. 

Pushing them off me, gasping after my fifth orgasm of the evening, and looking at all the naked bodies, handsome guys, beautiful girls, and my best friends, all I could say was, "Thanks for the best birthday ever!"



The House of Silken Ties Ch. 05



The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a gay twink with no close relatives, an on and off relationship, not really any friends except from the Pink Carnation Club. I got up, showered, shaved and checked myself out in the mirror. I look pretty good. I am tall and slim, with decent body shape though I don't work out much. I keep my blond hair long and wash it often so it is soft and silky. My hips are narrow and I have a nice big uncircumcised cock dangling down in front below a nest of curly blond pubic hair. Satisfied that I was ready if I met an attractive guy, I went off to my job as a flower arranger. Eight hours later I placed the last rose in a vase and went home to make toast and ramen for my dinner. That was all that my budget covered.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Jeff," I muttered as I popped open a Perrier. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and to my surprise Dennis was standing there. He takes good care of me, but I never know when he will show up. Tall, dignified, graying at the temples, slow and careful but precise, he is teaching me a lot about how a high class gay conducts himself. He strode into the room, saying, "Well, well, Jeffery turns 21 today. A special occasion, I believe."

I was surprised and flattered. Apparently he had made a special trip here for my birthday. He opened his jacket and pulled an envelope from his inside pocket.. "I want to make your 21st memorable, my young friend. I don't think sitting around moping is appropriate. So I chose to see that you experience something absolutely first rate." He thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at Dennis and saw a slight smile crease his face. "Just go to the address and you will receive your special present." He opened the door and saw me to my car. As I drove off I saw him standing there smiling softly to himself.

I drove over to the address he had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous tall black guy who came from behind the curtain could only be described as a hunk. He was several inches taller than I am, almost 6 feet. His black hair was tightly braided, framing a strong face with deep black eyes which pierced through me. Strong firm lips gave me a slight smile as he approached. He was wearing a cutoff muscle shirt of black silk that revealed six pack abs and arms that were muscular but not overdone. Around his waist a black silk rope held a loin cloth, also of black silk. His bare muscular legs looked strong and firm. He was a perfect warrior ready to protect the helpless -- or ravish the village? All I could do was to stare at him in amazement.

This gorgeous hunk stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but he pressed one finger to my lips and shook his head. Then, in complete silence, he removed that black silk shirt. His bare chest rippled with muscles and dark maroon colored nipples poked up from it. I was tempted to just run my hands over that masculine chest and tickle those nipples. But he stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. He posed for me provocatively, rippling his muscles. I could feel my cock starting to get hard just watching this nearly naked man.

His hands dropped to the silk cord around his waist and slowly undid the knot. As he removed the cord he held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly he began to pull it up and through his legs. The top of his thighs held it gently as it made its passage over his cock. I could see its hardness as that soft silk slid over it. Curly dark pubic hair was visible on each side. The cloth fell free of his thighs and he slowly pulled it up the last few inches, over his balls and then up along the straight shaft. My cock was starting to twitch now as he put on this silent strip show for me. He posed for me in his full nudity, his bare chest and legs forming a counterpoint to the long hard rod standing erect in front of his belly. My mind was spinning in anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly he walked toward me. Once again he laid one finger on my lips. Then he brought the black silk cloth from his loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. He moved it toward my face. Then he raised it a bit more and I realized that he was blindfolding me. The smooth black silk covered my eyes and hid his naked body from me. For a moment I was disappointed. He leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and as he did his bare chest pressed against mine. He rubbed it slightly back and forth and I felt my nipples responding. I could smell the faint scent he was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the black silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew he was no longer holding it. He made no sound to let me know where he was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers lightly touch the buttons of my shirt. One by one they came open, and I felt strong hands rub my chest. His fingers circled my nipples gently. Then he pushed my shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I waited for the next touch, but felt nothing. Not being able to see, I strained my ears to try to find him, but heard not the slightest sound. I could only stand there bare chested and wait. Was he enjoying the picture of me standing there with no shirt on? I felt my dick getting harder as I imagined what could come next.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew he was no longer holding it. He made no sound to let me know where he was. I waited in anticipation. 

I felt his strong chest rubbing against mine. Then I felt his fingers trace down my stomach to my belt and the button of my jeans. Softly he opened it and pulled down the zipper. I could feel my cock trying to rise in its confines. He worked my pants over my hips, and then I felt strong hands rising up my thighs and stroking my cock through my underwear. My pants dropped to the floor and I obediently lifted each foot as he tapped it, so that he could pull off my socks and shoes and then my pants. Still no word passed between us.

Once again he moved away. I stood there in my briefs, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my dick throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the musky scent of his body in the air.

Next I felt him grasp my balls in one hand and run one finger over my cock. It was rapidly coming to full extension now, and jerked under his attentions. Then he pulled my briefs down, freeing my rod to spring out. Again I raised my feet to assist him remove my final clothing. As I stood there in full nudity, he rose up slowly, and I could feel his chest rubbing along my legs, then my thighs, softly over my crotch, pressing into my stomach and chest. He put his arms around my back and leaned his whole body into mine, his hard cock pressing into my belly. My cock throbbed against his thigh which rubbed up and down on it. Then again he stepped away and I stood in sensory deprivation.

Now I felt him take hold of both my hands from behind me. He had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. He jerked my hands together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that black silk cord, wrapped around them. 

Then he again pressed against me, his hard chest against my back and his cock sliding into the crack of my ass. One hand reached around to grab my dick. Softly we swayed for a moment that way. Then he pulled me back. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly he once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing. 

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect his position from the musky scent but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the hard almost painful erection that was standing out in front of me, jerking up and down in empty air. Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as he fastened it, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

Then I felt something softly slap the tip of my dick. It was so sudden, so unexpected, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it was gone. Then it was back, another quick slap, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was a finger, his tongue or his cock that was teasing the tip of my shaft. The slaps turned into strokes along the shaft. Then slowly I felt it going in circles, around the tip and down to the ridge and around again. I decided that it must be his hand. Softly it probed the opening in the end of my rod, tantalizing me. Up and down the shaft it ran. The amazing feeling of excitement caused by the gentle rubbing was only multiplied by not knowing exactly the source.

Soon I felt his hand encircle my cock, and the stroking up and down became more intense. Each time he reached the top he rubbed against the ridge below the head and found an exquisitely sensitive spot. Then he cupped the tip in his fingers, rolling them around to bring strong sensations into it. Up and down the shaft again he stroked. His hand rolled over the length of it, and his palm rubbed on the tip. My cock was jerking to his movements.

Then it stopped. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cock to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for his intentions. I did not know if he was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the guys had arranged for me?

Something touched my dick, so very softly. Smooth skin rubbed over it and I felt the rounded shape. My dick slipped into the crevasse between the rounded mounds, and then up on to the other one. Round and round on the smooth skin it went. Then my hard cock slipped back into the crack and I felt it clamp down and begin to move up and down. I realized that this time it was his round ass that was rubbing my crotch. I think he leaned forward and thrust his ass backward to press it hard against my dick, and then he moved it in circles until my shaft was throbbing again. In the darkness and silence everything was concentrated in the sensitive nerve endings of my cock and the felling was intensified beyond anything I had felt before. The cheeks spread wider and my cock penetrated to rub his anus. My stimulation was intense. It built and built toward the climax.

And then it was gone. Where was that fine butt? Nothing gave me an idea where he had gone. Only my rod twitching and tingling was left to me. I fought to climax and end this all, but there was nothing left to stimulate it. Slowly, slowly again it subsided. I could feel its rock hardness projecting in front of me but knew I was retreating from my orgasm once again. Time passed unmarked in my blank and soundless world as I awaited the next stage. I moved what little way I could, to the right, to the left, searching for his touch, but found nothing.

Then something slid softly across my balls, and continued up the shaft of my hard rod. It felt a bit wet. Was it his tongue teasing me? It circled the ridge at the top of my cock, and then slid back down. I knew I could feel the slight wetness now. At the base of my cock it flicked back and forth, and then swiftly licked up and down and up again. As it reached the top, and my cock strained forward to meet it, I felt his lips encircle the head. Slowly, slowly, he slid his lips down down down the shaft. My cock was deep in his throat and still he took it in. Then when it was fully inserted as deep as it could go he rolled his tongue around inside, sending waves of sensation flooding me and making me thrust my hips forward to drive it in. Again and again he took it in and let me draw it out. The sensation was overwhelming. He took me right to the point of climax, and slowly pulled his lips up the shaft to the crown. His tongue flicked around I tried to move my cock forward into his mouth, but a pull on my neck reminded me of the chain fastened to the pole, and my hands behind me reached the end of the silk cord. Still I strained forward but his mouth drew slowly off my cock until I could not reach it any more. I stood there twitching my hips in to the empty void, my cock screaming to come, but he was gone.

There was nothing I could do. I writhed my hips in agony but nothing touched my cock to give it relief. I stood there as the excitement gradually subsided, and gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, still hard but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

My eyes could not see this dark hunk but in my mind I could. I knew I had had my cock rubbing his hard belly, probing the soft cheeks of his ass and inside his mouth as far as it could go. I knew his hard cock had rubbed against me and I could visualize it standing stiff and straight, but where? All I could was to stand there and wait his next move.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled, I felt his chest brush me, and his hard cock was pressed against me, throbbing on my thigh. Wondering what he was doing now, I waited for some sign. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because he had not said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from his footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my still hard cock. My hands were free, but I did not reach. My cock was telling me that it would like to feel my hands on it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my hard on would have given way, and I still could feel it strong and erect.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susurration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had he come back, or had he ever left?

Two strong hands were on my chest, pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. Hands grabbed one ankle. They pulled it to the side stretching my leg that way, and it was wrapped in something soft like silk. I heard a slight snap. Then the other ankle was grabbed, wrapped and secured the same way. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what.

In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth. My cock, however, surprised by the sudden push and the turn of events, was rapidly becoming flaccid. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.

For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. Then something dripped on my chest. I felt a spreading pool of warmth. A trickle of the warm stuff began going down my chest toward my belly. Momentarily I thought it was blood and then I realized it was warm oil. The thin stream poured on my belly and my belly button and then moved on down toward my cock. Although that organ was lying quietly, it began to become alert when the soft stream of warm oil was poured down its length, and gently over the balls.

The trickle went on over both thighs, awakening responses in my cock for what I hoped would be a nice rubbing. Soon hands were on my chest, spreading the warm oil over my muscles and around my nipples. Then they followed the stream down over my belly. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to my re-hardened cock each time. It seemed that rod was reaching out toward them and I moved my hips the little I could to try to reach those warm hands.

But now they moved down to my thighs, and massaged gently upwards. They came to my crotch, rubbing gently against my balls as they moved back and forth. Each time they rolled a little further onto my scrotum and a little further up toward the twitching shaft of my dick. It was an exquisitely teasing sensation to feel them approaching a little at a time. Closer and closer they stroked, and then softly the flat palm of one hand moved up the shaft. It neared the tip and then made little circles right on the sensitive ridge. Smooth and oily it went around and around on my cock, pressing it gently down onto my belly. I felt another hand gently cupping my balls, squeezing each time the head of my cock twitched against the palm. 

Then the hands wrapped around the shaft all the way, both hands moving up and down its length but not touching the sensitive head. They began to rotate in opposite directions, still moving up and down. The top hand circled the head of my hard cock and provoked excruciatingly intense responses. It found the sensitive ridge and stroked the most responsive spot. Some boyfriends had given me what they thought were hand jobs before, but this was a masterpiece of tantalization. Suddenly the soft slow motion turned into fast long strokes. He jerked on my cock as it rose to the point of explosion. Still blind, still silent, only the gathering excitement in my dick meant anything to me. Then with a final long tug everything was gone again.




The House of Silken Ties Ch. 05



This time I moaned in my disappointment. Quickly the soft cloth that was bound over my mouth was slapped lightly, a clear message that silence was still demanded. I lay there, helplessly spread out with my throbbing cock standing up hard. I writhed my hips hoping to touch something with it but there was no more stimulation. Finally I lay there and just let the feeling of the room flow over me and wrap around my dick, trying somehow to sense his position, or even his presence.

I felt movement as if someone was sitting on the bed. Then softly he lowered his body onto mine. I lay spread out beneath him, and that tall powerful guy spread on top of me. His dick throbbed against my belly and mine throbbed against his thigh.

Since my body was still covered in oil, he was able to slide along it. I felt him slip up toward my shoulders, and his hard cock pressed against my lips. I greedily took it in my mouth and sucked, loving the taste and the feeling of it throbbing in my throat. Soon, however, he pulled out and moved up a bit more, so that I could feel his hairy balls touch my lips. I sucked one ball into my mouth and gently pulled on it.

Then he was moving back down. I felt his cock rub over my lips, down over my chest, across my belly and then his ass was just above my dick. His cheeks wrapped around it, and he jerked his dick across my belly as mine rode in the crack, seeking his anus. My excitement was growing rapidly.

He slid on down, now dropping his dick down so it could probe between my ass cheeks and tickle my lower hole. Then he was sliding down further, his cock riding down my thighs as mine rubbed his belly and chest. Finally he was between my legs, his lips seeking out my dick. I was close to coming now, and wanted to get there fast.

He sucked hard on my cock, his mouth moving up and down rapidly and taking the shaft deep every time. His tongue rolled around the head of it, tickling the sensitive ridge. Never had I had a blow job from any guy as good as this hunk was delivering. He knew all the tricks to give me maximum pleasure and excitement.

Rising, dropping, pulling my cock into him he worked my rod again and again. I knew he could tell when I was edging because he slowed to exquisitely stimulating strokes. Deep down his throat he pulled my throbbing cock, then almost pulled out. Deep again, up again, and he felt me start to reach my orgasm. He sucked hard as waves of my climax flowed over me. The explosion in my cock and through my whole body was more intense than I had ever had before.

Just as my juices began to spurt, the cloth was ripped from my eyes. Turning my head to one side I was amazed to see Dennis, standing there naked with his cock in the mouth of a cute little Asian twink. His hips thrust forward slightly and his face had a peculiar familiar expression, telling me that he was coming in the twink's mouth just as I was in my hunk's mouth. 

After our climaxes, each of us was quiet for a moment. Then Dennis softly said, "Happy Birthday, Jeffery!" and the two beautiful queers echoed it. I felt hands unsnapping my restraints. Finally having my hands free the first thing I did was grab the handsome black guy's cock and give it the few strokes he needed to shoot his wad. Then I held that big cock and admired his naked body next to me.

Then looking around at the naked bodies and Dennis standing there in nude dignity, all I could say was, "Thanks for the best birthday ever!"



The House of Silken Ties Ch. 06



The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a bisexual guy with no close relatives, no relationship, not really any friends except from the Pink Carnation Club. I got up, showered, shaved and went off to my job as a clerk at a lingerie store. Eight hours later I sold my last baby doll nightie to an overweight bitch and went home to make macaroni and cheese for my dinner. That was all that my budget covered.

I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Bob," I muttered as I poured myself a glass of skim milk. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and behold my three club buddies greeted me. They pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool!" "Did you think we forgot?" "The Big 2-1!"

I was surprised and flattered. I didn't think anybody cared at all. After a bit of laughing and backslapping, Gene pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "We want to make your 21st special, kid! We didn't think sitting around drinking sissy stuff was the way to a big thrill. So we all got together to get you a top rate present. Here!" He thrust the envelope into my hands.

I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at Gene and saw a big grin on his face. "Just go to the address, birthday boy, and you will get your present." All the guys were grinning and nodding. They pushed me toward the door, and into my car. Then they stood there looking like a bunch of pink carnations without a vase as I pulled out. Their big waves were my farewell.

I drove over to the address they had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.

I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.

The gorgeous Asian girl who came from behind the curtain could only be described as stunningly beautiful. She was several inches shorter than I am, hardly over 5 feet. Her long black hair fell around her shoulders, framing a tiny face with deep black eyes which pierced through me. Soft lips with pink lip gloss gave me a slight smile as she approached. She was wearing a red baby doll nightie, but not like the one I sold that fat bitch in the shop. This one plunged deeply in front, showing off her small rounded tits and barely covering the nipples. It fell to her waist with transparent fabric, displaying her firm tight tummy. Around her waist a red silk rope held a loin cloth, also of red silk. She was a perfect oriental doll – or a mysterious eastern surprise? All I could do was to stare at her in amazement.

This little doll stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed the red top. It pulled up over her petite tits, displaying the brown nipples. I was tempted to just run my hands over those little tits and tickle those nipples. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed for me provocatively, thrusting her boobs out. I could feel my cock starting to get hard just watching this nearly naked girl.

Her hands dropped to the silk cord around her waist and slowly undid the knot. As she removed the cord she held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly she began to pull it up and through her legs. The top of his thighs held it gently as it made its passage over her pussy. Curly dark pubic hair was visible on each side. The cloth fell free of her thighs and she slowly pulled it up the last few inches, showing the tightly closed lips of her little pussy as it slid upward. My cock was starting to twitch now as she put on this silent strip show for me. She posed for me in his full nudity, putting one hand down to spread open those tight lips and show off the pink inside of her cunt. My mind was spinning in anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly she walked toward me. Once again she laid one finger on my lips. Then she brought the red silk cloth from her loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of me. She moved it toward my face. Then she raised it a bit more and I realized that she was blindfolding me. The smooth black silk covered my eyes and hid her naked body from me. For a moment I was disappointed. She leaned into me to reach behind my head and tie the blindfold and a she did her bare tits pressed against my chest. She rubbed them slightly back and forth and I felt her hard nipples arousing mine. I could smell the faint floral scent she was wearing, but no sound was exchanged between us.

Now unable to see, I knew only what I felt. The rest of the red silk was pulled down and over my mouth, and again tied behind my head, making a soft gag reminding me that silence was demanded of me. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew he was no longer holding it. She made no sound to let me know where he was. I waited in anticipation. Soon I felt careful fingers lightly touch the buttons of my shirt. One by one they came open, and I felt gentle hands rub my chest. Her fingers circled my nipples softly. Then she pushed my shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I waited for the next touch, but felt nothing. Not being able to see, I strained my ears to try to find her, but heard not the slightest sound. I could only stand there bare chested and wait. Was she enjoying the picture of me standing there with no shirt on? I felt my dick getting harder as I imagined what could come next.

Then I felt nothing, and I waited in the darkness and silence. Time passed. The next thing I felt was a light touch on the back of my neck. It was pulled tighter and I realized that it was a thin chain. Although I could not see it, in my mind I knew it was gold. It encircled my throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled me to move forward. I knew the hall was short, so as we moved I surmised that the white curtain at the end of it had opened. I had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led me.

The chain dropped down so I knew it was no longer being held. There was no sound to let me know where she was. I waited in anticipation. 

Soon I felt a chest pressed against mine, but this was not soft tits and erect nipples. It was hard and muscular. I knew that it must belong to a hunk of a man. Then I felt his fingers trace down my stomach to my belt and the button of my jeans. Softly he opened it and pulled down the zipper. I could feel my cock trying to rise in its confines. He worked my pants over my hips, and then I felt strong hands rising up my thighs and stroking my cock through my underwear. My pants dropped to the floor and I obediently lifted each foot as he tapped it, so that he could pull off my socks and shoes and then my pants. Still no word passed between us.

Once again he moved away. I stood there in my briefs, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing except my dick throbbing lightly in anticipation, having no other sensation but the musky scent of his body in the air joined to the floral scent of her perfume. I knew they must both be standing there looking at me in nothing but my briefs, my hard cock straining against the fabric.

Next I felt him grasp my balls in one hand and run one finger over my cock. It was rapidly coming to full extension now, and jerked under his attentions. Then he pulled my briefs down, freeing my rod to spring out. Again I raised my feet to assist him remove my final clothing. As I stood there in full nudity, he rose up slowly, and I could feel his chest rubbing along my legs, then my thighs, softly over my crotch, pressing into my stomach and chest. He put her arms around my back and leaned his whole body into mine, his hard cock pressing into my belly. My cock throbbed against his thigh which rubbed up and down on it. Then again he stepped away and I stood in sensory deprivation.

Now I felt him take hold of one of my hands from behind me. He had moved so silently I was surprised he was there. A small hand took my other wrist, and I realized one of them was on each side of me. They pulled my hands together behind my back, and I felt something soft, probably that black silk cord, wrapped around them. 

Then he again pressed against me, his hard chest against my back and his cock sliding into the crack of my ass. I felt her hands reach from in front of me to grab my stiff dick. Softly we swayed for a moment that way. Then he pulled me back. My hands behind me felt a cold pole and the cord was wrapped around, holding me in place there. Then suddenly they once again left me standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing. 

For a few moments I stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I tried to detect their positions from their scents but they seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing I was sure of was the hard almost painful erection that was standing out in front of me, jerking up and down in empty air. I knew they were watching it. Was it exciting to them to see my helplessness?

Soon I felt the chain around my neck tighten, pulling me back this time, and I heard the chain scrape as it was fastened, probably to a ring on the pole. I was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of my own volition. I could only stand against the cold pole and wonder.

Then I felt something softly slap the tip of my dick. It was so sudden, so unexpected, that I gave an involuntary thrust of my hips toward it but it was gone. Then it was back, another quick slap, then gone again. Once more I felt it, but so soft and quick that I could not even decide if it was a finger, a tongue or a nipple that was teasing the tip of my shaft. The slaps turned into strokes along the shaft. Then slowly I felt it going in circles, around the tip and down to the ridge and around again. I decided that it must be a hand, but was it his or hers? Softly it probed the opening in the end of my rod, tantalizing me. Up and down the shaft it ran. The amazing feeling of excitement caused by the gentle rubbing was only multiplied by not knowing exactly the source.

Soon I felt the hand encircle my cock. Its size and softness convinced me it belonged to the girl. The stroking up and down became more intense. Each time she reached the top she rubbed against the ridge below the head and found an exquisitely sensitive spot. Then she cupped the tip in her fingers, rolling them around to bring strong sensations into it. Up and down the shaft again she stroked. Her hand rolled over the length of it, and her palm rubbed on the tip. My cock was jerking to her movements.

Then it stopped. I could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if I were floating alone in space with only the contractions of my cock to orient me. For long moments I strained to hear anything, to get any feeling for their intentions. I did not know if they were still in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the guys had arranged for me?

Something touched my dick, so very softly. Smooth skin rubbed over it and I felt the rounded shape. My dick slipped into the crevasse between the rounded mounds, and then up on to the other one. Round and round on the smooth skin it went. Then my hard cock slipped back into the crack and I felt it clamp down and begin to move up and down. I realized that this time it was a round ass that was rubbing my crotch. It was thrust backward to press it hard against my dick, and then moved it in circles until my shaft was throbbing again. In the darkness and silence everything was concentrated in the sensitive nerve endings of my cock and the felling was intensified beyond anything I had felt before. The cheeks spread wider and my cock penetrated to rub the anus. My stimulation was intense. It built and built toward the climax.

And then it was gone. Where was that fine butt? Had it been his or hers? Nothing gave me an idea. Only my rod twitching and tingling was left to me. I fought to climax and end this all, but there was nothing left to stimulate it. Slowly, slowly again it subsided. I could feel its rock hardness projecting in front of me but knew I was retreating from my orgasm once again. Time passed unmarked in my blank and soundless world as I awaited the next stage. I moved what little way I could, to the right, to the left, searching for her touch, but found nothing.

Then something slid softly across my balls, and continued up the shaft of my hard rod. It felt a bit wet. Was it a tongue teasing me? It circled the ridge at the top of my cock, and then slid back down. I knew I could feel the slight wetness now. At the base of my cock it flicked back and forth, and then swiftly licked up and down and up again. As it reached the top, and my cock strained forward to meet it, I felt the lips encircle the head. Slowly, slowly, the lips down down down the shaft. My cock was deep inside throat and still was taken it in. 

Now I felt something behind me. It was a hard shaft, rubbing the cheek of my butt. It worked around and pushed me slightly sidewise from the pole so it could enter the crack of my ass. I realized he was teasing me from behind as she sucked my dick. His cock worked up and down, and penetrated enough to rub against my anus, causing my cock to contract hard inside her mouth. Then when I had driven it as deep as it could go down her throat, she rolled her tongue around inside, sending waves of sensation flooding me and making me thrust my hips forward to drive it in. Again and again she took it in and let me draw it out. Each time I drew back the hard cock behind me stroked my anus. The sensation was overwhelming. She took me right to the point of climax, and slowly pulled her lips up the shaft to the crown. Her tongue flicked around I tried to move my cock forward into her mouth, leaving the cock in my ass behind, but a pull on my neck reminded me of the chain fastened to the pole, and my hands behind me reached the end of the silk cord. Still I strained forward but her mouth drew slowly off my cock until I could not reach it any more. I stood there twitching my hips in to the empty void, my cock screaming to come, but they were gone.

There was nothing I could do. I writhed my hips in agony but nothing touched my cock to give it relief. I stood there as the excitement gradually subsided, and gasping for breath I struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally I was standing still against the pole, still hard but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded me, and I surrendered to them and waited.

My eyes could not see this gorgeous hunk but in my mind I could. I knew I had had my cock rubbing his belly and his ass, probing the soft cheeks as far as it could go. I had felt her soft tits on my chest, and had my cock in her soft mouth. I wanted to put my cock into other places I could imagine, but where were they now? I All I could was to stand there and wait his next move.

Did I feel a soft breeze on my ear? Gently the air moved, then a little more strongly. A soft breath was blowing on me. I felt something press against my side and my thigh. Lips touched my ear and exhaled, I felt his chest brush me, and his hard cock was pressed against me, throbbing on my thigh. Wondering what he was doing now, I waited for some sign. Then I felt a tug at the cord around my wrists and it fell off, to the ground I suppose. I heard a tiny scraping as the chain around my neck moved, and then it began to pull me forward. I followed in silence, because he had not said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from her footfalls, I could not tell where we went, whether we stayed in that room or entered another. Soon I felt the light chain fall down across my chest, reaching just below my belly button, almost touching the top of my still hard cock. My hands were free, but I did not reach. My cock was telling me that it would like to feel my hands on it, but my mind said to wait for better. So I stood, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Some time passed. I had no way to tell how long. It seemed a long time, but surely in a long time my hard on would have given way, and I still could feel it strong and erect.

I strained all my senses. Had I hear a tiny susurration of sound? Was there a soft current of air in front of me? Had he come back, or had she ever left?

Two strong hands were on my chest, pushing backward. Totally unprepared I fell back. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. Rough hands grabbed one ankle. They pulled it to the side stretching my leg that way, and it was wrapped in something soft like silk. I heard a slight snap. Then the other ankle was grabbed by small soft hands, wrapped and secured the same way. I was left lying there like that, my legs spread wide. I tried to move them and found that they were securely fastened to the corners of the bed or some other object, I knew not what.

In quick succession both my wrists were treated the same way, pulled up over my head and to the sides and fastened, so I was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered my eyes and the gag my mouth. My cock, however, surprised by the sudden push and the turn of events, was rapidly becoming flaccid. I was not sure where this fantasy was going.

For some again unknown length of time I lay there with no sensory clues. Then something dripped on my chest. I felt a spreading pool of warmth. A trickle of the warm stuff began going down my chest toward my belly. Momentarily I thought it was blood and then I realized it was warm oil. The thin stream poured on my belly and my belly button and then moved on down toward my cock. Although that organ was lying quietly, it began to become alert when the soft stream of warm oil was poured down its length, and gently over the balls.

The trickle went on over both thighs, awakening responses in my cock for what I hoped would be a nice rubbing. Soon hands were on my chest, spreading the warm oil over my muscles and around my nipples. Then they followed the stream down over my belly. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to my re-hardened cock each time. It seemed that rod was reaching out toward them and I moved my hips the little I could to try to reach those warm hands. One was larger and rubbed harder than the other so I thought that they both were stimulating me.




The House of Silken Ties Ch. 06



But now they moved down to my thighs, and massaged gently upwards. They came to my crotch, rubbing gently against my balls as they moved back and forth. Each time they rolled a little further onto my scrotum and a little further up toward the twitching shaft of my dick. It was an exquisitely teasing sensation to feel them approaching a little at a time. Closer and closer they stroked, and then softly the flat palm of his large hand moved up the shaft. It neared the tip and then made little circles right on the sensitive ridge. Smooth and oily it went around and around on my cock, pressing it gently down onto my belly. I felt a small hand gently cupping my balls, squeezing each time the head of my cock twitched against the palm. 

Then the hands wrapped around the shaft all the way, both hands moving up and down its length but not touching the sensitive head. They began to rotate in opposite directions, still moving up and down. The top hand circled the head of my hard cock and provoked excruciatingly intense responses. It found the sensitive ridge and stroked the most responsive spot. Some girls and boys had given me what they thought were hand jobs before, but this was a masterpiece of tantalization. Suddenly the soft slow motion turned into fast long strokes. They jerked on my cock as it rose to the point of explosion. Still blind, still silent, only the gathering excitement in my dick meant anything to me. Then with a final long tug everything was gone again.

This time I moaned in my disappointment. Quickly the soft cloth that was bound over my mouth was slapped lightly, a clear message that silence was still demanded. I lay there, helplessly spread out with my throbbing cock standing up hard. I writhed my hips hoping to touch something with it but there was no more stimulation. I visualized them watching me in my helplessness. Were they fingering each other as they watched me? Finally I lay there and just let the feeling of the room flow over me and wrap around my dick, trying somehow to sense their position, or even their presence.

I felt movement as if someone was sitting on the bed. Then a small body lowered onto mine. I lay spread out beneath her. Her small boobs pressed against my chest and her nipples rubbed against me, her belly rested against mine, and her curly pussy hair surrounded my cock. Since my body was still covered in oil, she was able to slide along it. I felt her slip up toward my shoulders, and then back down as her belly rubbed against mine. Her cunt slipped down and rubbed the tip of my dick, but withdrew and quickly slid back up until her nipples brushed my lips and her wet pussy throbbed against my belly. Eagerly I sucked those hard nipples. As I did I felt something hard rubbing my thighs, and realized it was his cock, teasing me down there. Her nipples pulled out of my mouth and traveled down my body. I could feel his cock on my thigh, hard and erect and waiting for her pussy.

On down she traveled along my body. Her pussy his cock, and I felt it jerk as she slid on to it. She continued pressing down until her head was between my spread legs and she could lick my cock again. Every time he shoved his dick in her pussy, she surged forward and took my cock deep in her throat. The excitement was becoming so intense that, though I enjoyed the anticipation, my climax was becoming urgent. I felt her slide up once again, and then back down, letting my cock finally slide into her wet pussy. As she settled down on me, I felt her pussy contract and her ass cheeks react as he entered her from behind.

Since I was tied to the bed, it was up to him to control the thrusts. He thrust into her ass, she in turn slid along my cock, and I felt exquisite sensations travel along it.

Then one more time I was denied my climax. His hard rod pulled out and her wet pussy left my dick. I writhed in agony, twisting against my silken ties. Very quickly, though, I felt the bed move as they changed positions. My chest was being rubbed by his rock hard shaft, rubbing back and forth. My hard cock sunk into her dripping pussy and she rode up and down on it.

I knew she could tell when I was edging because she slowed to exquisitely slow rubbing. I knew that he was edging too as his dick made long slow strokes on my chest. She felt me start to reach my orgasm and grabbed my hips to press my cock up into her pussy.. He drove hard on my chest and I felt him start to spurt as waves of my climax flowed over me. The girl clenched her pussy tight and I hit my climax.

Just as I felt his juices begin to spurt on my chest, the cloth was ripped from my eyes. I looked up to see the girl's tits above me, her small body heaving with our mutual climaxes. I saw the tall gorgeous guy standing at my side and felt his jerking against my chest as he climaxed with us. Suddenly the silence was broken as the girl finally cried out as we all came. 

To my amazement I heard answering cries from around the bed. Turning my head to one side I saw Gene and Elaine, and on the other side I saw Terry. Gene had a naked hunk kneeling in front of him deep throating his cock. Elaine was clutching a statuesque beauty wearing a strap on, riding it up and down. And Terry was clutching her expensive post-surgical tits and rubbing them hard as a naked girl sucked her still present dick. Their thrusting hips and grunting yells told me that all three of my friends were hitting their orgasms just as I did.

After our climaxes, each of us was quiet for a moment. Then all three of my friends, and all five of our partners, called out together, "Happy Birthday, Bob!" I felt hands unsnapping my restraints. Finally having my hands free the first thing I did was grab that gorgeous girl and pull her down to squeeze her petite tits against my chest. Then letting her lie on top of me I grabbed her ass with one hand and the guy's ass with the other and squeezed both butts to me for one last embrace.

Pushing them off me, and looking at all the naked bodies, handsome guys, beautiful girls, and my best friends, all I could say was, "Thanks for the best birthday ever!"



The House of Silken Ties Ch. 07



My alarm clock went off at 5 PM. I dragged myself out of bed and looked at the calendar on the wall. Yes, that was why I had to get up. I had made a note that my answering machine had recorded a call from The White House on Elm Street. I had an assignment tonight. So I tossed on my old gray sweatsuit and sandals and hopped in the car. Fortunately I was driving the right direction, against the rush hour traffic. The way I feel when I first wake up, I would be a hazard otherwise.

I drove over to the address that I knew well, 505 Elm Street. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, the street was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like white silk curtains. I drove in the driveway and punched the garage door button. The door swung open, revealing that the garage had no back wall and was really an entrance to the staff parking lot in the back yard. There were quite a few cars in the lot so I figured it might be a busy night.

I went through the back door into the office. Betty was behind the desk. Since so many of the staff are physically great looking, Betty might be self conscious about her plain looks, frowsy hair and flat chest but she isn't. She knows that she is a great office manager and leaves the operational part of the business to those of us more suited for it.

"Hi, Claire!" she said. "Nice to see you. You have an easy one tonight, Birthday special #3, one straight male main and three SM adds. The kind you like best, I think."

"Thanks, Betty," I replied. "You are right, that kind are my favorites. Business is business but when it suits my own personal taste I can enjoy my work."

I glanced at the slip she had given me. Number three birthday for a straight male was designated as stripping and tantalizing, light bondage, stimulation by all means, restraints on bed and final big climax. Three straight male adds was easy, and the names of three of my skilled co-workers were noted on the assignment slip. I saw I had an hour and a half to get ready so I luxuriated in my preparations.

I went to my dressing room and dropped the old gray sweatsuit. Then I drew a warm bubble bath and spent 10 minutes soaking. I got out of the bath, dried myself and checked the mirror. It is not vanity to say that I am very good looking. It is a requirement for this job. I consider myself statuesque. I stand 6 feet 1 inch in my bare feet. A cascade of flaming red hair flows down to my shoulders. My eyes are a soft blue which tends to draw my clients deep into them. Every inch of my body is in perfect proportion. I have large round breasts that fill a D cup and overflow it. My nipples are pale pink mounds that get hard easily. I have a flat stomach, a rounded ass, and a fine covering of soft red hair on my pubic mound. The lips of my pussy are the same pink as my nipples and only show slightly until I get excited, then they engorge beautifully. 

Standing naked in front of the mirror, I put on my makeup. Black mascara outlined my eyes, making them look larger. I touched my lip with pink lip gloss. My nose and face are dotted with small freckles that I think look awfully cute so I didn't use any foundation or rouge. I spritzed a light floral scent behind my ears, on each boob, my belly, and my upper thighs.

I picked a basic outfit for this assignment. The top was transparent black material, deeply cut showing lots of cleavage, and slightly patterned over my boobs so my nipples just peeked through. It fell down over my belly almost to my hips and let my belly button wink through it. I had a black silk cord to tie below my waist low over my hips. I took a black silk multipurpose cloth which would serve as loin cloth and later as blindfold and gag for the client. I folded it into a thin strip, and then just as an added little touch I rubbed it up and down over my pussy until my lips were slightly engorged and it had a faint scent of my pussy juice. Then I pulled it between my legs, up over my ass in back and tight against my pussy in front, then up through the black silk cord and dangling down. I regarded the whole effect in the mirror and decided that I looked perfectly like a Valkyrie ready to carry a hero to Valhalla.

I checked the time and the client's name, Mike. I knew he would appreciate a personalized birthday greeting at the end. Then I went into the staff lounge and checked my team. All three girls were already there, wearing short robes over their professional nudity. I went over the timing with them and then went to the ready room.

Mike arrived just on time. Through the surveillance cam I could see him approach the front door, looking apprehensive but excited. Just as he stepped on the porch I used the remote to swing the door open. He stepped through into the reception hall, a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind him. He only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant musky scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then I opened the white curtain at the end of the hall and stepped through.

All he could do was to stare at me in amazement. I know at this point he was wondering what sort of birthday present his buddies has arranged for him.

I let him get a good look and then stepped toward him. He opened his mouth to say something but I pressed one finger to his lips and shook my head. Then, in complete silence, I removed that filmy black top very slowly. It slid up over my large round breasts, and revealed the pink areolae and nipples like flowers of frosting. My boobs were firm and upright and the nipples were getting hard. I could see he was wondering whether to try to get his hands on them. I stepped back another step, just beyond his reach. I posed provocatively for him, raising my hands over my head to pull my breasts even further up and turning slowly from side to side so he had a perfect view from all angles. I could see the beginning of a hard on straining his jeans already. Posing topless for him was starting to make my pussy lubricate too.

I dropped my hands to the silk cord around my waist and slowly undid the knot. As I removed the cord I held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly I began to pull it up and through my legs. The top of my thighs held it gently as it made its passage over my pussy, causing it to react even more and making the lips start to swell. I knew my fine red pubic hair was just visible on each side of it. The cloth fell free of my thighs and I pulled it up the last few inches, spreading my legs a bit as I did to reveal my soft pink pussy lips, a little bit damp now, and my rounded mound with a covering of soft red hair. I could see that his cock was starting to twitch now as I put on this silent strip show for him. 

I slipped out of my high heels and posed again to tantalize him, my shoulders thrown back thrusting my boobs forward and opening my legs just enough to display the lips of my pussy below its silky red nest. I knew his mind was spinning with anticipation of what would come next.

Slowly I walked toward him, my hips swaying and my boobs moving gently. Once again I laid one finger on his lips. Then I brought the black silk cloth from my loins up in both hands and stretched it out in front of him. Slowly I brought it toward him. I moved it toward his face, and I saw his nose twitch as he smelt my pussy juice on it. I blindfolded him with it, the smooth black silk covering his eyes and hiding my naked body from him. I leaned into him to reach behind his head and tie the blindfold and as I did I let my boobs press into his chest and my nipples rub across it. No sound passed between us.

Now unable to see, he knew only what he felt. I pulled the rest of the black silk down and over his mouth, and again tied it behind his head, making a soft gag reminding him that silence was demanded of him. The soft music that had been playing faded to complete quiet.

Then I moved away from him and let him wait in the darkness and silence. Time passed. I picked up the light gold chain and put it around his neck. I pulled it tighter until it encircled his throat and was clipped in front. Then for a moment we again stood in silence. A slight tug on the chain signaled him to move forward. I pushed aside the curtain and led him into the next room. Blindfolded, and moving in silence, he had no way of telling into what sort of a room the gentle pull of the chain led him.

The chain dropped down so he knew I was no longer holding it. I made no sound to let him know where I was. He waited in anticipation. Soon I let my fingers lightly touch the buttons of his shirt. One by one they came open, and then my nails traced over his chest, running around his nipples and then brushing them lightly. Slowly I made him realize how sensitive his nipples could be. My finger trailed down over his belly in soft curves. Then my hands went to his shoulder and removed his shirt so he stood bare chested. I moved away again and let him stand there in silent anticipation. I moved so softly he had no idea where I was.

I came close to him again and bent forward, rubbing my nipples across his chest, so soft and light he would not know at first what it was. I pressed in closer and my nipples got harder as I rubbed them back and forth. Then I ran my fingers down his stomach to his belt and the button of his jeans. Softly I opened it and pulled down the zipper. I could feel his cock trying to rise in its confines. I worked his pants over his hips, and then let my hands rise up his thighs and ever so lightly brush his crotch. His pants dropped to the floor and he obediently lifted each foot as I tapped it, so that I could pull off his socks and shoes and then his pants. Still no word passed between us.

Once again I moved away. He stood there in his briefs, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing. I saw his dick throbbing lightly in anticipation of what might come next. I wanted him thoroughly tantalized before I moved to the next step.

Next I gently, gently, grasped his balls in one hand and lightly ran one finger over his cock. It was rapidly coming to full extension now, and jerked under my attentions. Then I pulled his briefs down, freeing his rod to spring to spring out. Again he raised his feet to assist my removing his final clothing. As he stood there in full nudity, I rose up slowly, and let my tits rub along his legs, then his thighs, softly over his crotch, pressing into his stomach and chest. I put my arms around his back and leaned my whole body into his, my soft pussy hair teasing his cock, which throbbed against me. Then again I stepped away and he stood in sensory deprivation.

I stepped behind him and took hold of both his hands. I had moved so silently he was surprised I was there. I brought his hands together behind his back, and wrapped the black silk cord around them, tying it into a soft knot.

Then I again pressed against him, my boobs flattening against his back and my soft pussy hair rubbing his butt. I reached around and wrapped my hand around his dick, feeling it throb. Softly we swayed for a moment that way. Gently I pulled him back and tied the black silk cord to the pole that was waiting there, holding him in place. Then suddenly I once again left him standing in darkness, hearing and feeling nothing. 

For a few moments he stood there, listening for any sound but hearing none. I know he was trying to detect my position from the soft smell of my perfume but it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. The only thing he was sure of would be the hard erection that was standing out in front of him, jerking up and down in empty air. I stepped behind him again, tightening the chain around his neck, pulling him back this time, and fastened the chain to the ring on the pole. He was now constrained, gently in every way but unable to move anywhere of his own volition. He could only stand naked against the cold pole and wonder.

Then I knelt down in front of him and let him feel the gentlest touch of one of my nipples flick over the tip of his dick. It was so sudden, so soft, that he gave an involuntary thrust of his hips toward it but I quickly withdrew it. I did it again, a soft gentle touch, then gone again. Once more I rubbed his dick, but so soft and quick he did not even know what caressing the tip of his shaft, my nipple, my tongue or my finger. Again and again I stroked that shaft. Then slowly I let that one nipple go in circles, around the tip of his cock and down to the ridge and around again. Softly it probed the opening in the end of his rod, and now I let it pass sideways along the ridge, and then let my other nipple pass along his dick in the same direction. I wanted him to wonder if that was my two nipples, one after the other, or simply a finger repeated twice?. I was sure that the amazing feeling of excitement caused by the gentle rubbing was only multiplied by not knowing exactly the source.

I let the rubbing became harder, and his stiff rod became more insistent to press into it. I knew he felt the softness against his cock. I let him feel one soft mound pressed to each side of it. I moved my boobs up and down and he wanted to thrust his cock up and down between them, but I held his hips still. I began rubbing my big tits back and forth across his dick, each nipple in turn flicking across the head of it. His excitement was building and building with each flick.

Then I pulled away from him, letting his cock stand up free in front of him. He could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. It was as if he were floating alone in space with only the contractions of his cock to orient him. For long moments I let him strain to hear anything, to get any feeling for my intentions. He did not know if I was even in the room. What sort of birthday present was this that the guys had arranged for him?

Silently I backed toward him, and thrust my ass out to touch his dick so very lightly. My smooth skin rubbed over his cock, so he could feel the rounded shape. I let his dick slip into the crevasse between the rounded mounds, and then up on to the other one. Round and round I rolled my ass, letting his cock slide over the smooth skin. Then I let his hard cock slip back into the crack. I clamped down on his cock, and began to move up and down on it. He leaned forward and I thrust my butt backward to press it hard against his dick, and then I moved it in circles until his shaft was throbbing again. I knew that in the darkness and silence everything was concentrated in the sensitive nerve endings of his cock and the felling was intensified beyond anything he had felt before. I let his dick slip between my legs and feel the soft wet lips of my pussy. He strained toward them but could not enter. He was building toward his climax.

I was not ready to let him do that yet. I pulled my ass away from his cock. Nothing gave him an idea where I had gone. Only his rod twitching and tingling was left to him. Slowly, slowly I saw his excitement subside. It was still rock hard projecting in front of him but it stopped twitching and jerking. Time passed unmarked in his blank and soundless world as he awaited the next stage. He moved what little way he could, to the right, to the left, searching for my touch, but found nothing.

Then I knelt in front of him again. I let my tongue softly caress his balls. Then I ran it slowly up the shaft of his dick. I let it circle the ridge at the top of his cock, and then slide back down. At the base of his cock I flicked my tongue back and forth, and then swiftly licked up and down and up again. As I reached the top, and his cock strained forward to meet it, I encircled the throbbing head with my soft lips Slowly, slowly, I slid my lips down down down the shaft. His cock was deep in my throat and still I took it in. Then when it was fully inserted I rolled my tongue around inside, sending waves of sensation flooding him and making him thrust his hips forward to drive it in. Again and again I took it in and let him draw it out. The sensation was overwhelming him, I knew. I took him right to the point of climax, and slowly pulled my lips up the shaft to the crown. My tongue flicked around gently and then I drew away from him. He tried to move his cock forward into my mouth, but a pull on his neck reminded him of the chain fastened to the pole, and his hands behind him reached the end of the silk cord. Still he strained forward but my lips drew slowly off his cock until he could not reach them any more. He stood there twitching his hips in to the empty void, but my lips which had been sucking its head were gone.

There was nothing he could do. He writhed his hips in agony but nothing touched his cock to give it relief. He stood there as the excitement gradually subsided, and gasping for breath he struggled to gain control and stand up straight. Finally he was standing still against the pole, still hard but not throbbing uncontrollably. Silence and darkness surrounded him, and he surrendered to them and waited.

I know how my clients think. He was visualizing my naked body as he had seen it in the hall. He was thinking that he had had his cock between my boobs, rubbing my hard pink nipples, probing the soft cheeks of my ass and inside my wet pink lips. He was thinking of other places he wanted to put it, and waiting for my next move.

I moved up to him silently and let my soft breath fall on his ear. Then I leaned forward and let my nipples rub against his side. My lips touched his ear and I exhaled gently, my hard nipples rubbed him and I pressed my mound covered with soft pubic hair and my wet pussy lips against his thigh. Wondering what I was doing now,he waited for some sign. I untied the cord around his wrists and let it fell to the ground. I unhooked the chain from the pole, and used it to pull him forward. He followed in silence, because I had not said a word at all.

Walking in darkness, with no sound from my footfalls, he could not tell where we went as I led him into the bedroom. Soon I let the light chain fall down across his chest, reaching just below his belly button, almost touching the top of his still hard cock. He stood there, blindfolded, hearing and feeling nothing, and waited.

Suddenly I put both hands on his chest and pushed him backward. Totally unprepared he fell back. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he was prone on its soft surface in a second, surprised and confused. Quickly I grabbed one ankle and pulled it to the side stretching his leg that way, and wrapped it in a soft silk tie. Then I grabbed the other ankle, wrapped and secured it the same way. He was left lying there like that, his legs spread wide, his hard cock rising up from his crotch.

In quick succession I tied both his wrists the same way, pulled up over his head and to the sides and fastened, so he was totally spread eagled and helpless on the soft bed. The blindfold still covered his eyes and the gag his mouth. His cock, however, surprised by the sudden push and the turn of events, was rapidly becoming flaccid. 

For some again unknown length of time I let him lie there with no sensory clues. As he wondered what was happening, I silently opened the side door. Putting my finger on my lips, I let my three associates into the room. Each of them was a beautiful girl, each was completely nude, and each was leading one of Mike's buddies, who were also naked. The guys looked at Mike tied to the bed with gleeful expressions. They took up their positions on each side of the bed, and the girls knelt in front of them.

I picked up the flask of warm oil. Silently I poured a little on each girl's hands and they began to massage their client. Then I went to Mike, spread on the bed, and let a trickle of the warm stuff fall on his chest. It began going down his chest toward his belly. The thin stream poured on his belly and his belly button and then I moved it on down toward his cock. Although that organ was lying quietly, it began to become alert when the soft stream of warm oil was poured down its length, and gently over his balls.




The House of Silken Ties Ch. 07



I let it trickle went over both thighs, awakening responses in his cock for what he surely hoped would be a nice rubbing. I softly put my hands on his chest, spreading the warm oil over his muscles and around his nipples. Then I let them follow the stream down over his belly. They began making warm circles, coming nearer and nearer to his re-hardened cock each time. It seemed that rod was reaching out toward them and he moved his hips the little he could to try to reach those warm hands.

But now I moved down to his thighs, and massaged gently upwards. My hands came to his crotch, rubbing gently against his balls, moving back and forth. Each time I reached a little further onto his balls and a little further up toward the twitching shaft of his dick. I knew it was an exquisitely teasing sensation for him to feel them approaching a little at a time. Closer and closer I stroked, and then softly let the flat palm of one hand moved up the shaft. It neared the tip and I made little circles right on the sensitive ridge. Smooth and oily my palm went around and around on his cock, pressing it gently down onto his belly. I used my other hand to gently cup his balls, squeezing each time the head of his cock twitched against my palm. 

Then I wrapped my hands around the shaft all the way, both hands moving up and down its length but not touching the sensitive head. I began to rotate them in opposite directions, still moving up and down. My top hand circled the head of his hard cock and provoked excruciatingly intense responses. It found the sensitive ridge and stroked the most responsive spot. Suddenly I let the soft slow motion turn into fast long strokes. I jerked on his cock as it rose to the point of explosion. Still blind, still silent, only the gathering excitement in his dick meant anything to him. Then with a final long tug I pulled my hands away from him again.

This time he moaned in his disappointment. Quickly I tapped the soft cloth that was bound over his mouth to send the message that silence was still demanded. He lay there, helplessly spread out with his throbbing cock standing up hard. He writhed his hips hoping to touch something with it but there was no more stimulation. Finally he lay there and just let the feeling of the room flow over him and wrap around his dick. I was sure he was trying somehow to sense my position, or even my presence.

Meanwhile my professional associates proceeded about their assignment, duplicating my actions on each of the guys standing in front of them. The guys were becoming highly excited, I could see from their hard cocks, so I thought it was time to let the birthday boy get his present in full.

I sat down on the bed, and then rolled my body onto his. He lay spread out beneath me, and and my naked body was spread on top of him. My stiff nipples were pressed into his chest by the globes of my tits, my belly rested against his, and his stiff rod was covered by the soft hair of my pubic mound. I could feel his dick throbbing with his need to come.

Since his body was still covered in oil, I was able to slide along it. I slid up toward his shoulders, and then back down as my belly rubbed against his. His cock sought warmth and moisture and found it between my pussy lips. I did not sink deeply on to him, though, but quickly slid back up until my nipples brushed his lips and my pussy dripped on his belly. Eagerly he sucked those hard nipples, letting his tongue roll around them. Then I pulled them out of his lips and let them travel back down to his chest as my hips slid down to his and rose slightly to let his cock enter my cunt again. Deeper it probed this time, and my hips rocked to accept it.

Then I slipped off it again, once more rubbing up his body so my tits enclosed his face as my thighs enclosed his cock. On and on I rose, my wet pussy sliding over his belly and over his chest. Then I lifted my hips slightly and the soft wet lips of my cunt were at his mouth, my pussy juices wetting his lips. He let his tongue rove up my slit, and found the hard round bump of my clitoris. I moved my hips slightly as he sucked on the clit. Then I began to slide back down his body. Soon his tongue found my belly button as my pussy slid over his chest. Then I let my tits cradle his head. My hard nipples traced a path toward his lips. Eagerly he rolled the nipples with his tongue.

On each side of the bed, the girls were applying tit jobs to the cocks on his buddies. I could see the strokes getting faster and harder and knew all the guys were excited almost to the end point.

Meantime I let my pussy slide toward his cock again. As my nipples slipped from his mouth, my warm pussy lips engulfed the head of his dick. I rolled my hips around, knowing it was sending his cock wild with the movement. Still in darkness, still in silence, I knew he focused his entire being on his cock. He was held to the bed so tightly that he could hardly move his hips so it was my movement up and down that thrust his rod deep into my pussy and drew it slowly out. In and out it went. I paused at the top to clench my love muscles around the tip, then thrust down hard and pulled it deep inside me as I rolled my hips. He could only lie there, seeing nothing , hearing nothing, only feeling his rod throbbing in the tight wetness of my cunt. I knew his every sense was fully concentrated on the fast movement toward his climax. 

I saw the girls on each side of the bed deep throating the guys standing there, moving their heads up and down rapidly to force them toward their explosion too.

Rolling, rising, dropping, pulling his cock deep into my wet vaginal tunnel, I worked again and again. I could tell that he was edging and I slowed to exquisitely stimulating strokes. Deep inside I pulled his throbbing cock, then almost pulled out. Deep again, up again, and I felt him start to reach his orgasm. I pressed hard down against him and jerked my hips as waves of his climax flowed over him. He could feel my pussy contract and knew I was coming just as he was. I hoped the explosion in his cock and through his whole body was more intense than he had ever had before.

Just as his juices began to spurt, I ripped the cloth from his eyes. He looked up and could see my tits bobbing above him and my body heaving with our mutual climaxes. Suddenly the silence was broken as I cried out. 

At that signal, he heard answering yells from around the bed. Turning his head to one side he saw Gary and Joe, standing there naked with their cocks in the mouths of beautiful nude girls. On the other side was Sam similarly situated. Their thrusting hips and grunting yells told him that all three of his friends were shooting in their girls' mouths just as he did in my squeezing cunt.

After our climaxes, each of us was quiet for a moment. Then all three of his friends, and all four of us girls, called out together, "Happy Birthday, Mike!" I undid his restraints. Finally having his hands free the first thing he did was grab my boobs and pull them down to his mouth, sucking my nipples deeply. Then letting me lie on top of him he grabbed my ass with both hands and rocked my pussy around his cock one last time.

Pushing me off him, and looking at all the naked bodies, beautiful girls and his best friends, all he could say was, "Thanks for the best birthday ever!" My associates and I had done our jobs well.