1 comments/ 18902 views/ 0 favorites Tied & Teased By: levanyob This is a story based upon a reply to a sex survey in a women's magazine. * * * * * Mark had been seeing Tara for a couple of years and they had been living together for just over a year. They'd had their fair share of ups and downs, but were basically a happy couple with a healthy sex life. They were always more than willing to please each other as long as they were comfortable with it. During one particular month they both seemed horny as hell and were making love almost as much as when they first met. One night Mark arrived home one evening to find Tara feeling particularly horny, meeting him at their front door with a passionate kiss. The kiss got longer and deeper, with them both groping each other as they moved in the direction of the living room. Tara was still wearing her suit – pin striped with a crisp white blouse underneath and what Mark just knew would be hold-up stockings underneath the skirt. These clothes were guaranteed to get Mark hot. Tara broke the kiss to check on the dinner she was preparing for him. Mark walked into the kitchen while she was washing her hands and stood behind her, his arms encircling her waist. "Where were we?" he whispered in her ear. "You were squeezing my bum" giggled Tara. "I've found a couple of other things to squeeze now" Mark said as he pawed her breasts. "Mmmmmm" "Do you want me?" "Yes" "Really?" He asked as he unbuttoned her blouse. "Uh-huh" Mark pulled her jacket from her body, then began to slowly drag the blouse from her shoulders, kissing the nape of her neck, and every subsequently exposed piece of flesh. "Do you trust me?" he whispered in her ear. "Oh yes, you know I do" "Enough to try something new?" "Yes" Mark continued to slowly pull the blouse further down her body and arms until with some of the buttons being still fastened, there was enough sleeve on each arm to tie in a knot. Moving Tara's arms behind her back, he did so, pinning Tara's arms behind her. Pulling down her lacy bra cups over her ample boobs, Mark felt them spring out. Taking her breasts in his hands, Mark hefted them, feeling their weight before circling his fingers inwards to her rapidly stiffening nipples. As he flicked, pinched and gently tugged them, Tara sighed. After teasing her awhile, Mark lead her to the lounge and placed her on her hands and knees on a duvet on the floor. Joining her on, Mark raised her skirt over her bottom, exposing her bum clad in tight black lacy panties. Moving his hand to the crotch, he could feel the warmth and damp emanating from her quim. "Why are your knickers so damp?" "I've been thinking" "About what" "You" "And thinking about me makes you wet does it?" "Yes" "Anything in particular?" "You making love to me" "Does being like this make you feel naughty?" "Yes" replied Tara as Mark pushed his thumbs through the waistband of her knickers, and pulled them down to her knees. "Then I think you should be punished" "How?" she asked wiggling her bum. "Like this" Mark told her as he slapped her bottom gently. "Ow!" Tara giggled "Not hard enough eh?" Smack! "Ouch" Smack! "Ohhhh" Smack! "Ohhhh" Smack! "Ohhhh" Removing his clothing and moving under Tara's pussy, Mark began to lick. "Mmmmmm. Oh yes. Make me cum. Please." Mark pushed his tongue between the petals of her sopping sex, moving it upwards towards her clit, mopping up her juices. Using his fingers to spread her plump cunt lips wide, he stabbed at her hole with the tip of his tongue. Then, drawing concentric circles on her opened quim with his tongue, Mark moved back towards her hole. He felt the tell tale trembling in Tara's body which told him she was about to cum. "Fuck. Oh Fuck yes. Fuck me!" Sliding out from underneath her, Mark positioned himself behind her and rubbed the tip of his dripping cock from the top of her bum cleavage to her clit. "Put it in!" Beg for it. "Please!" Not good enough. "Please put your cock in me" In which hole" "In my cunt" "How bad do you want it?" "Very" Tara gasped as Mark slowly pushed his member easily into her soaking pussy. "How does that feel?" "Good" "Do you enjoy being taken like this? Does it make you feel slutty?" "Yes" Holding onto Tara's hips, Mark slowly began to move in and out of her. "Fuck me hard. Please" Pushing an index finger into her snatch alongside his prick, Mark began to pump faster. Pulling the finger out, he circled Tara's anus with it. Again, he pushed it into her quim, lubricating it before pulling it out and pushing it against her tight arsehole. He repeated this a couple more times before pushing his finger into her ring, causing her to squeal. "It's no use protesting. As a slut you should be happy for me to use you in any way I see fit. I might push another finger into your bum or even my cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "No. Please don't. It's too tight" Mark began to move faster, brushing his other hand against her clit, making her squeal. He took his finger from her arsehole and began to play roughly with her swinging tits and nipples. "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm cumming. Cum in me. Do me." Pumping harder and faster, Mark could feel himself about to cum and continued to rub Tara's clit. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh yes. Fucking hell, I'm cumming." "My slut wants to cum does she?" "Yes, please let me cum. I'll do anything for you. Just make me cum." Mark couldn't believe how filthy Tara was being and speeded up with both his hand and his cock. All of a sudden, Tara let out a wail and he could feel the walls of her pussy clamping his cock tight, trying to milk him. He felt the cum rise from his balls and rush up his cock and holding Tara tight, sunk his prick into her to the hilt, spewing cum all over her insides. They collapsed exhausted onto the bed, panting with pleasure. After untying her, the first thing Tara did was slap Mark hard in the face. "Ow! What was that for" "For being such a bastard" Then she kissed him savagely. "And that was a thank you for being such a bastard." Tied & Teased As she had more than once in the past while, Alice wondered if she was crazy for asking her boyfriend to do this. For the longest time she had fantasized about being taken by a complete stranger, and on top of that being unable to do anything about it. She trusted him to pick someone who wouldn’t hurt her, but just the same it could be anyone. It could be one of his friends, one of her co-workers, someone from college, or whoever else he had in mind. And so here she was, waiting in darkness for the stranger. Once again she tried to form a mental picture of her predicament to pass the time. Soft ropes were tied around her wrists and looped around under the bed to secure again around the ankles of her sock feet. No amount of wriggling would get her out of one or the other. Her tight blue jeans showed off her shapely hips and thighs, and the equally tight black shirt was just barely see-through enough to show the outline of her bra. Her ample breasts, thrust out slightly from her arms being held up above her head, rose and fell with anxious breathing. She chewed her lip nervously and almost wished she hadn’t asked for the blindfold, though she was glad he had found one that wouldn’t mess up her curly blonde hair. She sighed softly. How long had she been waiting? It could have been a few minutes, it could have been an hour. It could have been days for all she knew. The blindfold was too dark for her to see even a faint shadow of her stranger, and despite straining her ears all she could ever hear was her heartbeat. Then without warning a pair of lips pressed softly to hers, causing her to squeak in surprise. The squeak turned into a whimper as the stranger’s lips pulled away. She craned her neck, searching for him, but to no avail. Once again she was wrapped in darkness. There was no sound of anyone else in the room. Had she imagined the kiss? As if to answer her thoughts, the tip of a tongue appeared on her collarbone and traced slowly up her neck to just behind her ear. She arched her neck and let out a ragged breath at the light touch and turned to try to capture the lips with hers, but they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared. She turned her head side to side to try to spot at least his silhouette, but she could see nothing. Then she jumped at the feel of a fingertip grazing against her ankle and moving slowly up her calf. She giggled nervously as the touch moved along the back of her knee. She wriggled a little as the finger drew circles up her inner thigh. When the touch reached her center she whimpered softly and tried to arch herself towards the finger as best she could, but he seemed to know exactly how much movement she could manage and gave her only the barest touch no matter how she wriggled. His fingers then continued upward, walking slowly up her belly and seemingly exciting butterflies inside. She held her breath as his fingers neared her breasts, nervous about being touched by a stranger but by the same token wanting to be touched by someone. He gently stroked up and down her cleavage, making her moan softly in anticipation. She knew her nipples had to be standing out through her shirt and bra by now, but he neglected them for the moment and stroked up her neck instead. The feel of a touch on bare skin made her gasp. When the fingers touched her lips she couldn’t help but nibble at them, flitting her small tongue over it as it slipped between her lips and sucking on it gently. The fingers disappeared and were soon replaced by a tender kiss. Instinctively her hands strained against her bonds to try to caress his face. Meanwhile his fingers walked back down her body and made her twitch and whimper into the kiss as he began to stroke between her legs again. He touched her harder this time, not holding back, making her quiver. Her lips parted in a moan and his tongue deftly slipped between them. She moaned again into the kiss and entwined her tongue with his. She felt herself getting moist from his touch. Every so often his arm would brush against her breast, giving her another little jolt. Her body began to writhe against his hand. She was very glad when he pulled his lips from hers to nibble at her neck, allowing her to catch her breath for a bit. Then she felt her zipper being slowly pulled down and the button being undone. She wished she could have seen his expression when he discovered her black lace panties. She wished she could see something. But she could only feel. All she could sense was what sensations he gave her. Something about that thought turned her on even more. A single finger appeared on her panties, exciting her even more now with less material between her folds and the touch to dull it. He stroked up and down for a bit before the touch brushed against her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her that arched her back and escaped her lips as a ragged moan. She whimpered with anticipation as she felt her panties being pulled down ever so slowly. Then she felt something she had never felt before. It wasn’t a finger or a tongue or a shaft. It was shaped very differently from any toy she’d ever used. She quivered as the rounded head slipped between her moist folds, and let out little whimpers as she felt each of the soft bumps on the length of it while he slid it in excruciatingly slowly. It seemed to curve as it went deeper inside her, coming to nestle gently against her g-spot. She moaned softly as he wiggled it a little, probably to make sure it was teasing her in the right spots. Then she felt him slip her panties back on and zip up and button her jeans. The silence seemed to fill the room. What was he doing? Having the toy inside her felt kind of nice and it gave her little jolts of pleasure whenever she wiggled around, but it wasn’t much. Then she heard a soft click from somewhere in the room and his intentions became clear. She cried out in surprise and ecstasy as a gentle throbbing vibration traveled from the base of the toy up to the head, teasing her inner folds and giving her g-spot a little tap. It hit again a few seconds later, making her arch and moan. The throbs seemed to come at random intervals, but she couldn’t focus enough to try to count the seconds. Each pulse made her body writhe and strain against her bonds to try to at least touch herself. Every little movement made the toy inside her tease her g-spot. With it closed up inside there was no way she could get it out. She longed for a human touch, but all she was given was the gentle throbbing inside her like bolts of lightning in the darkness. A short while later it occurred to her that he hadn’t touched her in quite awhile. She moaned in the darkness as another vibration throbbed through her. Where was he? She tried to gather her thoughts while her body writhed with another pulse. He wouldn’t leave her like this. Would he? The thought crossed her mind of lying there for hours with the toy gently pulsing inside her, keeping her aroused without letting her climax. After what could have been a few decades she finally felt the presence of someone else in the room as her shirt was slowly pulled up. Once again she was denied the touch of his hands on her skin no matter how she wriggled against the ropes. All she could feel was her body slowly being revealed and another pleasurable pulse shooting through her. Her body jumped with another throb while he pulled her shirt up over her breasts and slipped it up over behind her head to keep it out of the way. Her bra was a black lace affair to match the panties, one with a clasp in the front picked just for this occasion. Her nipples were almost painfully stiff in anticipation his touch on her breasts. She quivered from another throb inside her. Without even feeling the click of the clasp opening she felt her bra fall open. Her bare breasts rose and fell quickly with anxious breathing. A soft click sounded somewhere in the room and the toy inside her began to throb a little bit harder, a little bit faster. Her body arched and her head tossed from side to side as she moaned deeply with the increased pleasure. She took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on where he would touch her next, hoping it would be her breasts. Her wish came true when she felt the barest teasing touch of his lips on her left nipple. A few moments later a single drop of ice-cold water fell on her right nipple. She could almost feel the water rolling over every tiny contour of her stiff nipple before rolling off her breast. Another vibration rolled through her concentration like a wave, but she regained her thoughts again just in time to feel his warm tongue lightly flick the tip of her left nipple. This was soon followed by the cold touch of a bit of ice grazing against the tip of her right nipple. She mewled under his attentions and begged for more. She moaned her thanks when he licked slow circles on her left nipple while mimicking the motion on her right with the bit of ice. He then lit up her senses when he applied his warm tongue to her cool right nipple and the cold ice to her warm left nipple. The sudden change in temperature intensified the subtle pleasures, causing her to arch against his touches and cry out with the intense pleasure. His lips closed around her nipple to suck on it gently while his tongue flitted over it and the ice cube continued to tease her other nipple. Just when she was getting used to it he made her arch and moan again when he swapped hot and cold once more. Her body wriggled and writhed as the pleasure rumbled through her. Her hands tugged reflexively at the ropes to try to touch him or herself or something. Another click in the dark turned the vibrator to its highest setting. She could barely think anymore as the pleasure flooded her mind. Fingers gently rolling her nipples made her whimper while lips began to kiss slowly down her belly. She quivered uncontrollably in anticipation. The vibrations were almost constant now. Her breasts received a parting squeeze while he unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans with just his mouth. She moaned just from thinking of what that mouth could do for her pussy. Warm hands moved down her belly and pulled her jeans and panties down at the same time, caressing her firm thighs on the way back up. She squeezed her hips together to savor the last few throbs before he slowly pulled the vibrator out of her. She cried out and arched against his lips as they finally pressed to her folds, quickly followed by his agile tongue wriggling deep inside her. Once again she wished to run her fingers through her hair or wrap her legs around him, but she could only lie there and let herself be taken. His hands quickly appeared on her breasts again, alternately pinching and twisting her nipples. His lips nibbled and tugged at her folds in-between sending his tongue deep within to lap at her most sensitive spots. She moaned and whimpered and arched and writhed for him, unable to move, unable to think, barely able to breathe. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, leaving her quivering and breathing heavily. She was dimly aware of her panties being delicately pulled back up with a few gentle caresses on her inner thighs. Those wonderful lips found hers for a tender kiss, tasting faintly of her arousal. She smiled softly, eager to be released and maybe find out who had given her such pleasure. Then she gasped as she felt the familiar sensation of the vibrator slipping between her folds, held in place by her panties once again. Just before he disappeared he clicked it on to the lowest setting and whispered softly by her ear, “Your boyfriend should be home in a few hours. Have fun.” Tied and Teased Edited by Naughty Mike (what would I do without you?) And thanks to all my male fans, you've been so much fun and such an inspiration, whether you knew it or not. xoxoxo After my long-awaited graduation from Hamner College, Duane and I, for reasons I find myself somewhat at a loss to explain now, but it may have had to do with large quantities of fermented barley mash, had decided to “shack up” and maybe get married eventually. In due course, I moved into his and Darby's trailer and settled in. The “honeymoon period” was very nice indeed. I cooked dinner on nights we didn't thaw out TV dinners or get Chinese takeout. I even pretended to clean house (perceptions are important.) I even experimented with something mother called “baking” although that word would be kind considering the pain and grief I would put sifted flour through. I even sewed a button back on Duane's blue denim shirt. Okay, so I unthinkingly used bright red thread, but my heart was in the right place, wasn't it? And of course, every night was pure paradise. My pussy never had it so good. We made love twice a night, sometimes more often if we had the next day off from work. And it wasn’t one of those I do him, he does me and then we go to sleep kind of things. Our lovemaking involved all sorts of medieval implements, kitchen utensils, abandoned hardware, parts from a ’54 Chevy and old Hasbro products. Did I mention the power tools? Instead of the back bedroom door leading outside like all the other trailers, ours went into a storage shed. I was living the dream of any young woman in love…. Except for one small detail. Its name was Darby. Two is company, and three is very much a crowd, especially when the third party is the Dreaded Darby. In previous submissions, I've touched on his rudeness, his vulgarity and his unwelcome ogling. In the dictionary his picture is by “immature asshole.” I had by now learned to mostly ignore these traits, but after I moved in, he took his irksome traits to a whole new level. He evolved “octopus hands." Example: I walked past Darby who was sitting on the couch. As I pass in front of him, he reaches out as if to get the remote control off the coffee table but ends up with his tentacle on my ass. There were lots of incidents like that and they all ended up with his hands fondling my ass cheeks. A couple times he tried to work his fingers unto my pussy from behind and I just pushed him away. I do admit when he tried that maneuver I had on a painted on pair of shorts, boasting a pretty healthy camel toe. Duane would get turned on by my camel toe. He would see my pussy aching in my shorts, just dying to be set free and cared for, then he would grab me and the key to the tool shed and head for the bedroom. Sometimes Darby would come busting in on me while I was in the shower. Oh sure, the bathroom door had a lock, but it was a trailer lock- it only worked when it wanted to. I remember one morning as I turned off the water, a hand appeared around the curtain holding my towel, and it wasn't Duane's hand. Now don't think I just took this kind of harassment quietly. Not Amy Rae. I warned Darby in the strongest kind of language, so there would be no fucking misunderstanding that Duane was the only man in the house who was allowed to put his hands on me, and last I checked, Darby's name wasn't Duane. When that didn't seem to impress him, I said Darby, if you touch me like that again, I will hurt you. That lasted all of one day. Apparently my pussy was too tempting as he then tried to run his hand up the inside of my leg under my loose shorts. So, I turned around fast and slapped him in the mouth with the back of my hand. His lip bled a little bit and he made a point of avoiding me for a few days until the stitches were removed. Then the whole thing started up again as if nothing had happened. “Where was Duane all this time?” asks a concerned reader. The answer is: he was there. He saw most of the groping incidents, and he certainly heard me yell when Darby handed me my towel in the shower. But he never did anything more than say "hey, cool it, Darby!" I would've thought a big macho man like Duane would have jumped right in and kicked ass to protect his woman's honor, or at least her ass from unwanted feels. The unwanted attentions continued and the tension between me and Duane began to escalate. I didn't necessarily want him to start a physical fight with his roommate, but I would really have appreciated it if he would at least back me up. We started having arguments about it, with him saying I was a big girl and didn't need his help, and me saying” I didn't NEED it but I sure would LIKE it” and “you’re going to need an extension cord for that thing.” Finally one day I blew up. I said "Duane, one of these days I am going to call Darby's bluff and take him in the bedroom and give him what he thinks he wants. Duane just rolled his eyes. "Oh sure," he said. "Just you wait," I countered. "There's no telling what I'll do when I hit my limit.” And as Fortuna would have it, I hit my limit the very next day. Duane was at work and I was leaning on the kitchen counter reading the newspaper. Darby wandered in, got a drink of milk straight from the carton and as he passed by on his way out of the room, let his tentacle loiter on my ass, as usual. I ignored it and ground my teeth a bit. Fifteen minutes later he came back in and this time reached around me and tried to put his hand in between buttons on my blouse so he could cop a feel of my breasts. Something in me snapped. I spun around and pressed my mouth down on his kisser before I could think better of it. Darby nearly swallowed his Juicy Fruit, and the amazed look on his face was priceless. He tried to back away from me but I hung on, pushing my crotch up against his while I continued to kiss him. He sprouted wood so fast he almost knocked the wind out of me, and this time he did swallow his gum. "What are you doing?!" he demanded, when I pulled back for a breather. "I am reciprocating your attentions, Darby. This is a one-time offer, take it or leave it. I’m tired of you putting your hands on me and causing me a lot of useless arousal to no purpose. I think I deserved an Academy Award for improvisational talent. Now I want some real satisfaction and you are the only man here to give it to me. Now are you going to or not?" I could see him wavering, perhaps weighing the consequences if he went along with my demand. I helped him make up his mind by rubbing the bulge in his cargo pants till he was fully hard, then unzipping him and using his cock like a short leash to lead him into his bedroom- so much for male bonding. Once inside his room Darby attempted to regain control of the situation by pulling me close to him and kissing me hard on the lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth while his hands fumbled with my blouse buttons. I allowed him to get a few undone and even permitted him to cop a feel of some tit flesh before I pushed him away and told him to lie on his bed. Then I hurried into Duane's and my room. The shed was locked. Duane had the only key. After some quick thinking, I gathered up two belts and the laces from my Rollerblades. Darby looked a bit apprehensive when I returned to his room carrying the restraints. I reassured him. "Don't worry Darby, this is for my pleasure, and don't you want to be the one that gets me off?" While he thought it over I skillfully bound his ankles and wrists to the frame of his twin bed. Not too tightly. If he really wanted to get loose, he could do so without much trouble. I am not a mean person. I didn't even undress him; I just yanked down his baggy cargo pants, and noticed the scrounge wasn’t wearing any underwear. He had six inches of fairly thin cock that didn't soften a whit even as I bound him up. I found that quite revealing in itself. Once my new plaything was secured, I undressed with pomp and circumstance, as Darby watched me avidly and panted. Since he was immobile and couldn't try anything funny I decided I'd give him a little bit of a show. I stood leaning on the dresser right across from the bed, legs spread apart. I licked my finger and made slow circles all around and then over my nipples, which instantaneously hardened under my light touch and the cool air in the bedroom. I teased myself for a few minutes, making circles, pinching them and rolling them between my thumb and finger. Darby watched every move I made and at one point started up a loud moaning that sounded more like somebody in the throes of a stomachache than lust. I got tired of hearing it so I said "Darby, if you ever expect to get to suck on my tits or eat my pussy, you better keep quiet because there's no way you can do it with your mouth taped shut." He shut up fast. He probably figured the six rolls of duct tape we went through every week wasn’t used for weather stripping. He did continue to pant and sweat as his mighty six-incher stayed at attention, stretching to the heavens as Geb to sky-goddess Nut. I shifted my stance and ran my hand down to cup my silky smooth shaved Venus mound. "Mmmmm, I bet you'd really love to get your mouth on this and suck and lick all my juice out of it" I said, spreading my pussy lips apart to expose the glistening pink inner flesh. I traced my finger along the folds and then dipped in to get some of my own juice on my fingers, tasting it, and then rubbing the rest on my now swollen clit, massaging the juice in until my whole pussy had a moist sheen. I was getting myself plenty excited and decided it was time for Darby to help out a little. I moved over to the bed and leaned down, offering up my tits to be sucked. Darby's head jerked. He couldn't decide which one to start with first, but he finally settled on my right one. He sucked the nipple until it got hard and then lightly grazed his teeth over it. I felt a jolt like electricity shoot all through me. I forced myself not to show my pleasure. Then the little asshole did it again. I couldn't suppress a small gasp. I reached down while Darby was busy mouthing my tit, and grabbed hold of his dick and began to stroke it. Then I swiped some of the precome that gleamed on the tip and tasted some on my tongue so that Darby could watch. Then I dabbed the remaining precome on my left nipple and offered that to be tasted. He resisted at first, making a sour face like it was liver and spinach. "Come on, don't be a sissy," I urged. "If I could eat it, you can too. Besides, if you’re good I might be letting you eat my pussy, what's the difference between that and this?" He took a deep breath and went at it, at first with some hesitation, using just the tip of his tongue to collect the dew-like drop, then pulling my nipple into his mouth and doing the damn teeth trick again. I hated that he knew a sexual technique that Duane didn't use and that I liked it so much, but such is life. By this time, my pussy was oozing wet and aching for some attention of its own, so I stood up, got up on Darby's mattress and straddled him, sliding up to put my cunt directly over his face. He didn't need any more prompting than that. He made an abortive attempt to reach up and grab and hold my hips, but had forgotten his hands were tied. I adjusted my position a little to make it easier for him and his tongue licked all along my slit, sucking up the free flowing nectar of the gods. I hated to admit it; Darby was no slouch when it came to eating pussy. His tongue explored every inch of my pussy before zeroing in my hot hard clit, at first just brushing it lightly, then stiffening and really going to town on it, licking it roughly as if he was trying to dislodge it. I hung on to the headboard and rocked back and forth, then moved my hips forward so he could fuck me with his serpent’s tongue. I hadn't thought Darby had a very long tongue, but I revised my opinion when I felt it enter me and go in deep, caressing all the right spots. While Darby was giving me the tongue bath of my life, I reached back to see if his little head was still paying attention. He was, so I resumed giving him a hand job, now and then rubbing my finger over his cock head to catch the dripping precome, which I rubbed on my pussy for Darby to eat, since he evidently liked it so much. When I felt he was close to coming, I stopped pumping his cock and squeezed it firmly, keeping him on edge. I was getting near to coming myself, as I felt the first wave of my orgasm approaching. I let go the headboard and Darby's dick and took hold of my nipples, pinching a lot harder than I normally would. The slight pain mixed with pleasure was all I needed. I came like an earthquake, gyrating on Darby’s face with my pussy squeezing out gobs of sweet cream that he dutifully lapped up like a good little puppy dog. Feeling slightly shaky and wobbly-legged, I eased off the bed and began putting my clothes back on. I stepped into my panties, then caught a look at Darby's crestfallen expression and went back over to the bed, bending down and licking the painful-looking tip of his dick, allowing it slip between my lips and sucking gently. Then I stepped back and retrieved my jeans. After pulling them up, I returned to my victim and this time let his cock slide deeper into my mouth, stretching my tongue (not as long as his, I'm sorry to say) so I can just barely flick against his balls, which felt dangerously firm and hard. When he started to try to thrust his hips up, I pulled back and put my shirt on. Once I was fully dressed, I returned and gave his dick one long final suck, bringing him within a hairsbreadth of an orgasm. Then I pulled back and stepped into my sandals, with a “that’s all folks” air. Darby looked at me, alarmed. Finally he ventured a timid "What about me?" He nodded down at his boner several times. It was still in full bloom and a lovely shade of purple. I had some nail polish almost that shade. I wondered where I'd put it... "What about you...oh that! Well Darby I'll untie you before I leave, I'm sure you'll be able to take care of that yourself." He looked downright crushed. I actually thought he was going to sob. His voice cracked and trembled as he said "But I thought...if I got you off good...you would...!" I smiled as I untied one wrist and said, “So now what did we learn today boys and girls? We’ve learned something about how much fun it isn't to be made horny and then have no release" I kissed his cheek and left him to untie the rest of his bonds as I headed out the door to go meet Duane for a beer. I was confident my bit of reverse psychology had done the trick. And when Duane jokingly asked me, "Well, did you fuck Darby today?" I could truthfully say "NO, of course not." But I'm sure Duane might have wondered why Darby was suddenly alternating between avoiding me and gazing at me with yearning eyes. Tied and Teased She awoke softly, a gentle breeze blowing across her exposed skin. She looked up and smiled as a sparrow hopped along her open window sill. Stretching, she turned her gaze to the clock... 8am... still early. She lay there, basking in the warmth of the sunlight, not quite ready to get up and out of her comfy bed. Her slender hand covered her full pink lips as she yawned softly. As she began dozing off again, a soft whine got her attention. She looked over to her little puppy in his kennel. Sighing softly, she rose from her bed, taking the robe that was hanging on the chair nearby. She tied the robe around her naked body as she walked to the kennel. Bending over, the edge of her robe rose up, exposing the slight curve of her ass. A quick pull on the latch and she opened the kennel door. "Morning Adam, did you sleep well?" she asked the bouncing puppy as he bounded into the room. She looked down at him as he greeted her by licking her toes and wagging his white flag of a tail furiously. She chuckled as his small tongue tickled her toes and carefully stepped over him to the back door, opening it for him. She watched as he did his business and tells him what a good boy he is before shutting the door, allowing him to play in the safety of the backyard. She looked around the room, her eyes stopping on the bed, pondering whether to lie back down or not. She glanced back at the clock... 8:30... he'd be home soon. Her eyes lit up as she got an idea. Quickly, she moved to the closet, digging out a few belts and ties. She began latching the belts together, hoping she'd have enough time, constantly looking up from her work to the clock. At each end of the latched belts, she attached a tie. She picked up her creation and looked it over, letting the soft leather of the belts slide through her fingers before picking up the other two ties she had retrieved from the closet. She lay down one end of the apparatus on her pillow, draping the rest behind the headboard and over onto his side of the bed. She then took one of the loose ties and tied it to one end of the footboard, walking over to the other side and repeating it. She stood to the side of the bed and slowly untied her robe. Letting it fall from her shoulders, she paused as she felt the soft fluffiness cascading down. A quick glance at the clock and she picked up the robe, draping it back over her chair. She sat on the edge of the bed, turning and spreading her legs so that each foot was against the ends of the footboard. She leaned down and took the right side tie, brushing the silk against her ankle as she tied it to herself. She then repeated for her other leg, letting her hands drag up her smooth legs as she leaned backwards, thinking of his touch. She reached behind her and grasped the end of one of the ties, attaching it loosely to her wrist, giving her enough slack to be able to reach over and tie the other. After she tightened the second one, she lay down and deftly tossed the end of the first tie towards her mouth. She tilted her head, the soft pillowcase rubbing against her cheek as she took the end of the tie in her mouth and pulled with her teeth while pulling the other side with her fingers, tightening it. She looked at her bonds and smiled proudly to herself, pulling on each one to make sure of its tightness. She tilted her head and glanced at the clock once more... 8:43... he should be home any second. She closed her eyes, the anticipation exciting her. She could feel the slight throbbing and increasing wetness between her thighs, her nipples tightening into small pink knots as she waited. She looked at the clock again... 8:44... time was passing increasingly slower. She let her mind wander into thoughts of what was to come. She imagined feeling his hands exploring her body followed by his expert tongue, with her squirming beneath him in her restraints. Jerked out of her daydream by Adam's barking, her heart skipped a beat hoping he had seen Master pull up. She looked down at the clock once more as she tried to listen for the car door shutting... 8:48... she closed her eyes once more and strained to hear the delicate sound of his footsteps approaching. All she could hear was Adam's barking. 'How can such a small puppy make so much noise?' she thought to herself as she tried to tune him out. Then, she felt it... the soft cotton of the blindfold covering her eyes, his hands lifting her head slightly to tie it. 'How did she not hear the door to the bedroom open and shut? Was Adam really that intrusive? Did she lose herself that badly in her thoughts? How had...' her mind stopped. She could feel his presence... the very light feather touch of his fingertips roving over her body. She smiled, not just any smile, a smile of true deep happiness, a smile that told him everything. He leaned his head down to kiss her pouty lips, running his tongue slowly over them, loving the way her taste lingered on him. His warm breath was on her ear as he whispered softly, 'This is the best welcome home present I've ever received, and I'm going to thank you properly.' She moaned faintly at his words, the heat building between her thighs. He kissed her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. His lips leaving a lingering coolness as the soft breeze filled the room. Slowly, he planted light kisses down her right arm, to her fingers, taking each one in his mouth and sucking gently. He released her arm as he took hold of the other, starting with the fingers and kissing up to her shoulder, letting his tongue flicker out against her skin ever so often. Her moans, barely audible, increased in volume and urgency as his lips made their way over her left collarbone and down to the valley betweens her breasts. He lifted one of her large breasts in his hand, flattened his tongue and ran it along the underside, back up to the middle, lifting her other breast and repeating his motion. She felt his warm, smooth tongue moving all over her heaving mounds. Her back arched, trying to position him to her nipples, but to no avail... it was obvious he was purposefully missing them. Her body tingled as his tongue made its way down her belly, circling her navel, traveling down and over her hip bones. She squirmed as he nipped at her supple flesh, nibbling and licking down her thighs, never coming within an inch of her sex. She wondered how long this would go on, she wanted to be teased a little, but she needed him so badly. He made his way down her calves and over each of her feet, then... nothing. She thought she could feel his breath moving over her skin, but she couldn't be sure. She arched up as much as she could, trying to feel for him, whimpering then groaning loudly as she felt his teeth sink into her nipple. His tongue expertly moved around her areola, lapping and flicking over her. The nibbles sending jolts of electricity straight to her aching pussy as he teased her. She urged him, "Please, Master, please no more... I need you." "You didn't think I was going to let such an opportunity pass me by, did you?" he whispered into her ear before biting the curve, causing her to groan louder. His head moved back down her chest, nipping random spots, she felt his tongue encircling her navel, dipping inside briefly, then... nothing. She listened intently, trying to figure out where he'd gone and what he was doing. Her strident moan filling the air as she felt his tongue run over her slit, probing her wetness, teasing her clit... as soon as it started it seemed to end. He straddled her body and she felt the head of his cock against her lips. As her tongue slipped out to greet it, she heard his commanding voice, "You may suck it for 2 minutes, and then I will lick your pussy once." She managed to utter out a "Yes, Master" before his cock was engulfed in her mouth. She ran her tongue over every inch of it she could reach, straining her neck to take more of it, sucking the head as her tongue swirled around it, whimpering and licking at the air as he pulled away. "Such a good girl" he whispered, right before she felt his tongue move slowly up the length of her slit. Her pelvis arched up to him, wanting... needing more, she tugged hard at her binds as she whimpered and whispered for more. He chuckled and pushed his cock against her lips again. Immediately her lips opened, welcoming him inside. His hands went to the back of her head, forcing his cock down into her throat. As she began to gag, he commanded her, "Take it well and I might slide my tongue into that tight little pussy." She moaned around his cock, trying not to gag, barely able to breathe around his thick shaft. "Mmm... fuck you are such a good little cocksucker, you know that?" She nodded as he slowly removed his cock from her throat. "Who's a good cocksucker?" She tried catching her breath, whispering, "I am." "Who is?" he commanded as his fingers found her nipple and twisted. She shrieked out and uttered as coherently as possible, "I am, Sir." "You are what?" he questioned her, his fingers giving her no release, staying ever tight around her hardened flesh. "I'm a good cocksucker" she moaned as he released her nipple. "Stick out your tongue, slut." She obeyed, and no sooner did she have it out, he was slapping his cock against her. "You like that don't you, whore?" She nodded, and mumbled an "mmhmm" as she felt the rock hard meat hitting her face. "Only cocksucking whores like having cocks slapped against their faces. You're such a good whore; I just have to reward that pussy." He slipped down her body and buried his face in her heat, his tongue probing inside, licking every drop he could, moaning into her. She moaned fervently, feverishly pushing her hips against him, whispering hoarsely, "Please, Master... please let me cum for you!" He responded by removing his tongue, and sat there, watching her. "Master? Please, no, don't stop!" He laughed quietly, and before she knew it, his cock was deep inside her pussy. Crying out in ecstasy she begged him again to please let her cum, only to be met with a hand over her mouth. "I'll tell you when you can cum; right now I want to feel those tight walls around me." She whimpered and nodded, whining quietly as his cock slowly moved from inside her. Her hips jerked up off the bed, searching for him... until she felt the wetness of his cock against her lips. "Clean it." He barely had to utter the words before her tongue eagerly licked up every drop of herself from him. Her moans told him everything he needed to know when he asked her if she liked to taste herself on his cock. Again, he forced his cock into her throat, fucking her mouth until she gagged. He moaned deeply as he felt her saliva running down his balls. She loved the feel of his thickness filling her mouth and invading her throat. She loved how he took her and told her what a good cocksucker she was. Nothing made her more proud than seeing the pleasure on his face... and oh how she wished she could see it now! She yearned to beg to be able to see him, but all that came out was muffled moaning around his cock. He slowly pulled it from her mouth, but buried it into her pussy before she knew what was happening. Her hips bucked to meet his, wanting to keep him inside her. Just as she was about to beg him to let her see, the blindfold was ripped from her eyes. She blinked and squinted as the sunlight streamed onto her face, barely able to make out his form as he pumped his cock deep inside her. "Look at me, slut" His commanding voice jerked her eyes into focus and she stared deep into his. "That's a good girl" His hand softly caressed the side of her face. "How is it you can be so naughty and look so innocent at the same time?" He smiled softly at her, leaning down to gingerly kiss her lips. Her soft moan against his mouth transforming into an animalistic growl as he wrapped his strong hand in her sandy hair and tugged it hard, slamming his cock deep inside her once more. "My slut has such a tight little pussy... mmmm... yes, milk that cock." She tightened her walls down around his cock, urging his cum from him. Her moans became more urgent and high-pitched, her walls somehow tighter around him as she began to meet his hips more fervently. He growled low in his throat at her actions, he knew exactly what she needed. "Does my slut want to cum for me?" She groaned low, "Yes, please Master, let me cum for you." "Yes my pet, cum for me, give me what you've given no other man, coat that cock in your cum." Her moans filled the room as she tugged hard at her bonds. Her hips lifted from the sheets, damp with sweat. Her thighs tried to squeeze closed but the ties kept them wide open. She threw her head back, and let out a low guttural sound of pure bliss as her walls contracted. The waves of pleasure washed over her body as he continued to take her pussy, the wet slapping sounds slowly becoming more audible as her moans died down a bit. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from her wetness, and pushed it into her open mouth. Still basking in the bliss of her climax, she hungrily took his cock, eagerly cleaning herself from him. "Your mouth is such pure heaven, my love... make that cock cum." She moaned low at his words, sending vibrations from her throat through his cock. She looked up, her light blue eyes fixed upon his green ones. The perfect picture of her full, pouty lips engulfing his cock along with the pure innocence of her face, drove him over the edge. He pulled his cock from her mouth and stroked it urgently, a deep, low growl emanating from his throat as he threw his head back. She watched as stream after stream of thick, hot cum erupted from his cock and landed on her face. Her tongue ran out over her lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of him, feeling the remaining jets land on her neck and breasts. He gazed down at her and offered his cock to her mouth once more. She gently took it into her mouth, carefully dragging her flattened tongue over the sensitive head. He smiled down at her as she took him into her mouth and cleaned him tenderly. He began untying her bonds as she finished. She rubbed her wrists slightly as he moved down her body, gingerly kissing her torso and down her thighs until he reached her ankles. As she felt the ties loosen, she moved over to one side of the bed, allowing him to lay beside her. He lay down facing her and she turned, curling against him. His cock resting against her smooth supple ass, he wrapped his arms around her. As they drifted off to sleep, he whispered in her ear... "I love you, Mine... next time... I'll be tying you face down..." She smiled as she felt the tingle between her thighs. "Yes Master, I love you too." Tied and Teased Nell was my favourite girl in the entire world. She really knew how to tease me in the right ways. Sex with her could only be anything but brilliant. When we met she knew very little about sex and we grew together finding each other's likes and dislikes. Like most men I always enjoy a Lady in stockings, with a garter, or preferably with a suspender belt. The feel of warm silk or nylon rubbing against your ears can never be beaten. Nell is a blue eyed brunette, who is about five two tall and while she has a small frame, she also has wide hips and a large cup size. Passion flows through every pour of her luscious body and I never fail to enjoy any form of intercourse with her. My favourite though has to be when we have a tie up session. I love having a sense withdrawn. Sight, sound and smell all add to any occasion, but when one or two are withdrawn the other senses tend to become stronger to compensate. The Stories you read on this website and elsewhere are always great, but they can sometimes leave a little bit of reality missing. How many guys can really cum more than once in half an hour. We all need a bit of recovery time. I would like to relate a time when my recovery was quick and, when intercourse of the normal kind was completely forgotten. From time to time we take it in turns to work on the other solely, nothing in the way of pleasure for the person supplying the ecstasy. On this occasion it was my turn. Nell had called me to the bedroom, and was dressed in a nice pair of black nylons with matching suspender belt, knickers and bra set again in black. The black high heels in patent leather finished the appearance. As I walked in and asked her what she wanted, she just put a finger to my lips then pulled out the blindfold. You can imagine where this was put and from this moment on I could see nothing at all of what was too happen. This description does include comments about her being without knickers or bra at a later stage, but, once I had the blindfold on I knew not when they were removed. Next she started to remove my shirt. This is a slow process, and she carefully undoes each button very slowly. As my bare flesh is revealed she scrapes her long nails carefully over the flesh, tickling and heightening the sensations I am receiving. My cuffs are undone and she moves around behind me and slides hers hand sensuously up my back to grab the collar of the shirt. Gently she pulls down on the shirt collar and as she does so her nails catch my back and tickle, tantalise and tease as she slowly draws off my shirt. To ease the process I hold my arms backward slightly. Having taken the shirt off she ties something silky around my arm and then pulls it behind my back and ties it to the other arm above the elbow. Another silky tie is fastened around my wrists further restricting the movement of my arms. Having dome this a pair of foam ear defenders are inserted gently into my ears, to prevent me hearing what she is doing as she moves about the room. I am now in pitch blackness and I cannot hear a thing. The only knowledge I have of what is about to, or actually happening is as it does from now on. I disconnected hand strokes my neck, teases my lips and tickles my sides as she seems to pace about me. My nipples are hard, and they strain away from her touch as strokes them lightly with the tips of her fingers. She begins to undo my belt and the button at the top of my jeans. Then she deftly slides her hand down the zip as she lowers it and lightly strokes my erection that has been straining for many minutes now against the front of my tight fitting briefs. This makes me jump at her touch. Having undone the jeans she slides them slowly down my thighs and as they reach my feet, she touches each foot and I raise them and she must have removed them from around my ankles. For what seems like ages, I stand there unaware of her and what she is doing. The tickling touch of some string like strands is suddenly trailed across my back, causing me to jump. My skin is taught and the sensation caused by the tickling causes goose bumps to rise on my skin as the chill passes over me. Nell from somewhere starts to tease me with a cold something. Small amounts are landing here and there on my body. I can only assume she is flicking cold water on my body from a fine brush or something. Next my socks are removed, again after a pause that seems to last a lifetime. The tickling almost makes me overbalance but as my legs are still free, I am able to regain my balance. This is difficult though as I have no free arms to help my balance. When Nell had taken my sight, I had been facing the side of the bed. The next thing she did was grasp me by the arms and spin me around. Three, four, five times and then I was totally disorientated not knowing where anything was or where I was facing. Something sharp and cold touched my nipples, making me shrink slightly away. It continued to push against them cold and wet, and ice cube possibly. Then a warm sensation passed through them making my erection strain more so against the lining of the briefs, as she gently licked them with her warm, wet and rough tongue. Fingers slid carefully into the waist band of the briefs and gently pulled them down my shaky legs until they were removed. Again she spun me on the spot, my turgid cock pointing the way like an indicator on a compass. As she stopped me she left me again to think about what she would do next. My balls hung taught in their sack and the crown of my cocks strained as the blood pumped strongly along my veins. Nell drew her nails was softly along the sides of my shaft like a feather made from steel, pulling on the nerve endings in my rampant member. She pulled away each time for only a few seconds but, again her touch came back to the base of my shaft and drew her nails along each side to the tip. Already I was straining to prevent the sensations becoming too much. After several goes at teasing me like this she stopped. My head span around on my neck, desperately trying to hear or catch sight of what was to happen next. Her tickling touch brushed my bare rump, caught my nipples, my shoulder blades, my stomach and my cock. She repeated this over and over again, but at no time did she repeats the sequence exactly the same. For those who have never experienced this type of exquisite torture, the sensation is maddening as your entire nerve endings jump at the slightest touch. For those who have not experienced it, try the smallest amount of bondage and tickling to understand what I mean. Again she spun me around, but this time when I stopped I felt her hand touch my back and with a sudden rush of almost fear, I felt her push hard against my back and I fell forward, landing softly on the bed. The covers had been removed. The cold surface of the sheet was welcoming to me in my warm and heightened state. The next sensation too come was the feel of her removing the ties from my arms. The ties where then secured to each of my wrists, and then my arms were pulled to the corners of the bed and secured so that I could not pull on my restraints more than half an inch in any direction. Next my legs where pulled apart and silk ties placed around the ankles and securely fastened to the opposite side of the bed. My whole body was stretched and taught, open to her touch without chance of defence to anything she desires to do to me. The smell of her sex, which had been percolating my nostrils for some time, became stronger. The next thing I knew was her warm thighs touching my cheeks as she lowered her warm, shaven and liquefied fanny onto my mouth. She sat there for many moments and I licked and sucked the juices from her salivating pussy. I could not hear her reaction but the way she was squirming on my tongue told me I was doing the right thing. She lifted off after a few minutes and disappeared from my consciousness for a few more minutes. The next sensation I felt was the warm, silky, billowing touch of her breast flesh as she brushed the sides of my cock with first her nipples, then between the pillows of her flesh. Next warm liquid was dribbled down over the crown of my cock, and along the sides of my shaft. The flood was quite large and it soon became evident that the liquid was oil of some sort as she began to rub it into the skin of my cock and balls. At no stage did she grip me. This was impossible because of the oil, but she did begin to rub slowly up and down the shaft with varying degrees of grip. The lightest of touch increased he sensation in my cock, drawing the seed from its containers and readying it for release. All the while I was moaning and encouraging her to bring me to the pinnacle of my climax. But just as I was about to reach the Vesuvius moment her and was withdrawn. My nipples were pinched, and then I was French kissed, her probing tongue pushing in a lovely wet wrestling match against each other. Again she rubbed my cock, the ring formed by her thumb and fingers closed and making it difficult for my shaft to push through. It did though, stretching the skin and causing sensation upon sensation. She repeats the process time and again until, again I am nearly there. Again she stops. She plants her pussy squarely on my face and squirms as I lick her to my heart's content. Quenching my thirst for juice on the fountains of her fanny. All the while I am straining at my bonds desperate to get my cock to the ultimate climax. But to no avail. Again she touches my shaft. Gently tickling around the base with her nails. Sliding them lightly up the shaft and plucking the string at the heart of my crown, rubbing the free flowing pre-cum around that most sensitive of spots. As she does so I again build towards a climax. More easily than before, but equally as frustrating, again she stops before I can meet the ultimate end of her teasing. This time she strokes my chest and particularly the nipples with equal strength, and just as frustratingly sensitising them beyond belief. My entire is aflame with jumping nerves. My balls full to over flowing, but the dam is not yet ready to burst and it is therefore almost becoming painful to me the blue of my balls. Repeat after repeat she teases me to the point of no return and stops just short. Then just when I am screaming with desire and filled with fread that she will not take me over the edge, she continues and continues and rubs and build the heat in my shaft, such that the friction is too much and I am pushed finally and irretrievably over the edge, beyond the point of no return. I erupt in a shower of cum. White hot liquid spraying from the end of my shaft causing me almost to black out at the pleasure of the climax. I am drained and feel that I can take no more. Still she rubs and teases keeping me on the go all the while preventing me from softening. The cum deposits keep oozing from the end of my shaft, adding to the deliciously lubricated friction she is applying to my balls. It is almost too much. Too much for me to stand. But I cannot stop her from continuing and the more she rubs the more the sensation rises and continues in my whole body. I approach the point of no return after more than a decade in my mind - no more than five minutes - of continuous rubbing on her part begins the process of eruption again. The sensation is to great and my body is wracked with joyous culmination of my second climax. Finally she lets me settle. I am released from the bonds and left to sleep peacefully and soundly next to her in our warms nest of a bed. She does not remove the stockings and at a number of points during the night I become aware of the hard on that will not die and I rise to the occasion of the penetration of her and the bringing of her tumult as she also orgasms. Neither of us surfaces early the next day, but we are both satisfied with the results of her efforts. I love her more than I could ever have done before. Over the coming months and years we repeat the experience with each other. Me taking her to similar climaxes. But that first time is the best and one that she always tries to beat each time we do try again. The restraint of movement, the taking of senses, the teasing of sensation bring me to the point of no repeat save that of newer and greater sensation of each new thing we try. Authors Note - If you liked my story please let me know and I will tell you more of our adventures together. Tied & Teased Sunday afternoon....raining again. You are at the sink washing dishes. I come up behind you and wrap my arms around you....kissing you on the back of the neck as my hands gently massage your big beautiful breasts. You turn around. Your look says it all. Taking your hand we go upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, we embrace. Our hands roaming all over each others bodies. Our tongues dancing in each others mouths. I begin to undress you. First your shirt, your pants then your bra. I lower my head and begin to lick and suck on your nipples. I can feel them grow hard in my mouth. Pushing you back on the bed, I give you a sly little look and say that I need to get something downstairs and that I'll be right back. I return in a couple of minutes, you look so sexy as you lay there stroking your nipples. I'm carrying a tray. On it you can see an ice bucket, a bowl of fruit, a large feather, a video tape and some of your nylons. You ask what that stuff is for. All I do is smile. I take the nylons and begin to tie your arms and legs to the bed. You protest but not enough to make me stop. I really don't think you want me to anyway. Now you're lying there on your back, tied spread to the bed wearing only your panties. I bend down and give you a gentle kiss on the lips then turn and leave the room. You ask me where I'm going and not to leave you tied up but I ignore you. I come back a few minutes later and without saying a word I pick up the feather and begin to run it all over you. Starting at your neck, I slowly move it down your neck. Down across your ample chest, making sure to tickle your nipples to erection. I continue downward. Down your soft belly to the tops of your panties. Then down your thigh, your knee, your calf. I run the feather up and down the sole of your foot. Your squirming, begging me to stop. But I don't. I tickle your other foot then begin to move up your other leg. Slowly, up your calf, your knee, your thigh. I trace the edges of your panties with the feather. I can see a little wet spot forming in your panties. I put the feather down. Moving up to you, I bend down and kiss you lightly on the lips. Then, despite your protests, I turn around and leave. I return to the room. You ask me to untie you. I just smile and walk toward the tray. This time I go to the fruit bowl and take out a nice big juicy strawberry. Moving towards you, I bite into the strawberry, letting the juice dribble onto your chest. I squeeze the juice all over your tits. They become covered with the sticky liquid. I bend down and gently begin to lick it all off. First one then the other. Ignoring your nipples, for now. Raising myself up, I reach into the bucket and pull out an ice cube. Popping it into my mouth, I lower my head once again and begin to lick and suck your hard nipples. The sensation of the ice on your nipples make them grow even harder than before. The melting ice mixing with the juice from the strawberries tastes so good. I continue to devour your tits until the ice is completely gone. I kiss each nipple one more time. Returning in about 5 minutes, I reach into the bucket one more time. You are anticipating another ice cube. This time I take out a chrome tipped vibrator. Buzzing sounds fill the room as I turn it on and move toward you. Starting at your neck I begin to run the frozen vibrator down. The sensation of the cold vibrator makes your nipples stand erect as I run it all over them. I continue to move it down your body. Down your belly, your legs. You squirm as I reach the insides of your thighs. I brush it against your panty covered crotch. Letting it linger on your pussy. Moving away I place it back in the bucket, I pick up the video and pop it in the VCR. It comes on, there are a man and woman fucking and sucking in every position imaginable. I leave again. Leaving you to watch what you want to be happening to you. I come back in about 15 minutes and walk over and shut the tape off. I take a chair and place it at the foot of the bed. Standing in front of it, I look you straight in the eyes as I begin to undress. Slowly I unbutton my shirt, exposing my hairy chest. Running my hand across it pinching my hard nipples. Then I move them down to my jeans. I rub the growing bulge in my pants. Watching every expression on your face I undo my belt. Then unsnap them and slowly lower the zipper. Turning around I bend over lowering my pants. I'm wearing a pair of red silk boxers. I pull them tight so the cheeks of my ass exposed to you. I kick my pants to the side and turn around. You can see bulge made by my hard cock. I sit in the chair directly in front of you, my fingers trace the bulge beneath the silky material. I grasp the tip of my cock and using it like a lever, slowly lowering my boxers. I'm totally exposed to you now. I gently begin to stroke my hard cock. Our eyes are locked, I'm watching every expression on your face. My hand moving slowly up and down, you can see the head of my cock begin to shine from the precum. I get up from the chair and leave the room. When I return, I walk directly to the tray once again and reach into the bucket. This time I pull out a pair of scissors. Walking towards you, I take the scissors and begin to run the cold steel down the sides of your tits. Down the side of your belly. Down your thigh. I open them and slide them under the sides of your panties. I cut away your panties exposing your very wet pussy. Placing the scissors back on the tray I begin to massage your legs. Kneading your thigh, I can feel you quiver with anticipation. Closer and closer I move my hands to your pussy. Ever so lightly I stroke the lips of your pussy with my fingers. You jump at my touch. I lower my head and begin to lick your inner thigh. Licking and nibbling down your leg. Down your calf to your foot. I take your foot in my hands and lift it as high as the restraints will allow. I begin to lick your foot. Swirling my tongue in and around each toe. Taking each one in my mouth and suck just like they were your nipples. One then the next then the next. I make love to your foot. Then repeat it with the other one. I begin to lick up your leg. Your calf to your knee to your thigh. I'm now face to face with your sweet wet pussy. Lowering my head I gently lick the lips of your cunt. Up and down the length of your slit each stroke of my tongue getting deeper and deeper into you. You taste so good. I take a finger and gently rub your clit as I lower my head to your ass. I take my tongue and begin to eat your ass. Fucking your ass with my tongue. You're gyrating like crazy. My finger playing with your clit as I eat your ass. I stop and move back up to your pussy. I take your clit in between my lips as I flick my tongue across it. Inserting 2 fingers in your cunt, I begin to frig your pussy as I increase the sucking pressure on your clit. Harder and faster my fingers move in and out of you. I can feel your body begin to tense as the first wave of orgasm hits. I can hardly control you. I raise myself up and smile at you. My cock is rock hard as I walk over to the tray and pick up the scissors. I cut the restraints from your legs...then your arms. You pull me down on the bed and begin to kiss and caress me all over. Pushing you back I move between your legs and run my cock up and down your wet slit. Slowly I enter you. I can feel the heat inside as you wrap your legs around my back. We begin to fuck. Slowly our bodies move together. My cock pumping in and out of you. Our mouths locked in passion. We begin to pick up the tempo. Faster and harder I fuck you. You match me stroke for stroke. I'm pounding my cock harder and harder into you. I can feel my balls begin to tighten as your body begins to tense. Harder and faster. Suddenly both our bodies tense as we both begin to climax. We lie on the bed, me on top of you. Kissing gently. My cock softens and slides out of your pussy. Looking in each others eyes. Holding each other. Now we don't mind the rain too much.