0 comments/ 2225 views/ 0 favorites Sigh By: leothelustylion "Isn't it getting kind of late?" She draped a naked leg over mine and pressed her cheek against my bare chest. I was hot and my breaths still came heavily. Our skins were damp to the touch but she didn't seem to mind the heat or the sweat. Beads clung to every surface, reminders of our moments of sins. It didn't help that the sheets trapped the moisture between our bodies. "It's like a sauna." She sighed and lazily opened her eyes. They were hazel like chestnuts, a deep brown color that pulled my soul from my heart and straight into the palms of her hands. "I like it." Then they were closed again. My left arm was trapped under her body. Bending my it upwards, I wrapped it around her shoulder and pulled her deeper into me. Summer was taking it's leave from the open window above the bed now. Orange and red flowed freely out of the room and back into the crimson sky. In a rush to take its place, a cold draft rolled in, bringing with it a welcome coolness. I pulled the comforter off our chests, exposing everything above our waists to the light, allowing the warm colors to dance upon our skin. Was the sun blushing? I ran my hand through her silky hair, stopping near the ends. She smelled like passion fruit and watermelon, an intoxicating melody that seemed perfectly at home in the summer. Her hair was dark brown, but you could barely tell without being under direct sunlight. Otherwise it looked black like every other Asian's. The strands flowed freely down the nape of her neck and onto the bed, though some stuck to her wet skin. She was still sweating, but so was I. She was a small creature, easily bundled in my arms. Small, but warm - both inside and out. Her personality was infectious; a permanent smile tugged at her lips and jokes rose from her like bubbles in a boiling pot. She went by the maxim of living life to the fullest without regrets. Nothing troubled her for very long. Like a penguin she slid from one icy patch to another in search of her life's next adventure. And in my arms, she found her latest. The girl let out a small moan and smiled. Her eyes peeked out from beneath half opened lids. I leaned my head forward and gave her a small peck on the forehead. She crinkled her nose and giggled. God she was adorable. "How're you feeling?" I smiled let my head fall sideways onto the pillow. The feminine leg draped over mine readjusted itself, her bare body rubbing against mine as the small girl fidgeted in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. It was wet and hot, but I didn't care. It was intimate and that's all that mattered. I felt the blood start flowing back into the bottom half of my body. Oh how I loved being young. She purred and looked up at me. "I feel fantastic." Then she smiled that smile of hers. The smile that could have launched a thousand ships or smitten any a man who didn't guard his heart. "It's been a while." Her voice was light and feminine, a perfect match for her body and personality. Cute is how my friends described it. Unbearably cute. They said she was like a porcelain doll, beautiful and fragile. But to my delight she proved herself to be rather dexterous. The ways this girl could move drove me mad. Perfection. That's how I'd describe her. There's a saying that no one's perfect, that no one's without flaws. But are flaws still considered imperfections when they only serve to make you more endearing? Her occasionally ditsy moments, her inability to focus around cats, the crest shaped birthmark on the small of her back - these weren't flaws or imperfections in her person. They were things that set her apart. Things that made her human. Things that put her in my heart. She seemed to notice the firmness returning to my member and grinned. "Eager, are we?" I shrugged. With a girl like her, who could help themselves? She propped her right arm up on her elbow and rested her head on her palm. With an impish smile, she let her left hand roam about my body. It traced a faint path down from my chest, drawing swirls and loops upon on my skin as it made its way to its destination. I shuddered at her touch and a light moan escaped from my lips. Each loop brought with it a rush of sparks that flew down my spine. My back arched as she found what she was looking for and I groaned as her grip tightened. I shot her a wry smile. She beamed back in delight. Her head was above mine now, framed before an open window. The sky was devoid of color, the warm splashes of light now replaced by sparking wishes and the lady moon. I wonder if she took delight in watching lovers bond? The girl smiled gently before leaning in. She tasted like cranberries. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste. Her tongue found mine and we danced, entwined in our fervor. But it was controlled. Slowly and delicately we moved as we explored one another, flicking and quickly prancing away before returning for more. I felt her cheeks flush against mine and I couldn't help but smile. This was bliss. Then the wetness was gone from my lips. I let out a sigh. My eyes remained closed as I pressed my head back into the pillow in relief. It was throbbing now. The moisture returned, but not upon my lips. I groaned and raised my hips to meet her mouth. Warmth enveloped me, a wet, hot touch that swallowed me down to the end. She gripped the base with one hand and began moving her head in rhythm. There was the occasional slurp and pause that was followed by a light giggle before the motion began again. She knew how to make a man smile, I'll give her that. Hungrily she worked me, bobbing her her head up and down and seemingly riding the wildfire that extended through my nerves. She was stealing the breath from my lungs. With long lick I was free. Panting, I sat up and threw my arms around her head. "Hey. Don't force yourself now." She smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I loved it when she did that; it was a simple motion, but it emptied my mind of everything but her. "Nothing to it." My arms tightened around her head as I pulled her closer into my chest. But they slid through where she should have been. Where she was. They met air. I let out a resentful scoff. She wasn't here. She never was. I let myself fall back onto the mattress. Looking up at the moon, I let out another sigh. It didn't take with it the pain but left all the same. Sighs It was amateur Thursday at Club Soma when I first met Deirdre. I had come straight to the bar from the radio station. I grabbed one of the high-bar stools that was far from the noise of the night's musical accompaniment, but high enough to see the stage in case a good group stopped by. The fog of tobacco smoke formed a sort of membrane around the day's social activities, filtering the rust colored projections from the stage's lone rotating light. An acoustic duo called La Deseo took the stage after an hour of light conversation. They were dressed in traditional Apache tribal garb, though they were clearly Mexican. After an initial squeak of microphone feedback, the larger of the two announced the outfit, and its reason for being. "We are La Deseo," said the singer, his eyes becoming huge and white, sprawling wave-like over the crowd. "And we have come to you to express the desire. The desire within." His partner strummed a chord furiously, as if he were about to toss a bull into the fray. "We dress as Apaches because they are a- a spiritual people, a people of desire," He explained. "This first song is called "Seducir la Gitana". The wine in my glass settled and stained the individual ridges in my cup. I took a sip, and it was as if the room had suddenly become warmer. The song ignited, a galloping, throbbing thing, aching for something just out of reach. The chords were chromatic and bold, seeming to color the smoke a bolder red. On top of that, the place had suddenly become crowded. This group must have had something of a following. People began to push through the front door of the bar in droves, money and handstamps were exchanged and the body heat of this little Arizona bar had raised considerably. I hopped down from the bar stool, deciding to stake out a decent spot in case these people were on to something. I listened. The tempo of the music had changed to a steady march, the Spanish scales pressing awkwardly together, acquainting themselves with each other. Then, a climb began. The chorus had hit and both were shouting feverish, indecipherable Spanish into their mikes, working in a sort of chaotic round, reaching, pushing harder, farther. I nodded along, sipped my wine and surveyed the crowd. They seemed to be enjoying the show at least on the surface, I could see them anticipating the highest high of the high notes, and when it hit, there was an almost audible sigh though the room. Ah- and then, a breathtaking decrescendo, a serene albeit depressed tempo, a sea of Spanish notes mixing in the smoke tangling in my hair, splitting the tides of bitter wine in my glass. That was when I first saw Deidre. She was a few rows behind, back pressed up against a brick support beam. She seemed small and vague, a faint imprint in the cloudy bar. She was tall and thin, with middle-length black hair tied messily in a bun behind her green-dyed bangs. She had on a little sleeveless shirt that made the C-shaped curves of her breasts one of her few discernible features from across the room. I turned back around. La Deseo were on another song, now. A third member had materialized behind them, touting a horn. One of them had a hand drum, affecting a tribal sort of beat while the Spanish guitar bounced off its meaty pulse, glossing the tune over with a fertile glow. I turned around again. The girl with the green bangs was drinking a bottle of water, her head still bobbing to the music even when she stopped to take a sip. For some reason, I decided that I had to speak with her. Before I knew it, I had angled myself through the crowd to her side. "Hey there," I said to her. "What?" Deidre shouted back. I came closer, nearly pressing my shoulder against hers. I could see her better from this angle. The stripes of green continued across her hair, slanted like a Richter-scale readout. She had a nice face. On the concave dip of her left cheek, a small dimple deviated from all the vanilla-white around it. "Hey there," I repeated. "Come for the band?" the girl shook her head "no." "I noticed you up front." she said, her voice as smoky as the room. "Oh?" "Yes," She tossed her now empty water bottle into an adjacent trashcan. I stood there for a moment, trying to think of something to say. For what reason had I come over here in the first place? "I noticed you, too." I said. "What?" she shouted back. Once again, La Deseo had begun to work itself into another climax, the waves were all rising up, feint hints of Mexican falsetto emerging from the lead singer's strained vocal chords. I leaned in closer to this girl, so close I could smell the vague fragrance of fresh violets; maybe a recent shower. "I noticed you, too." I said. "You seemed kind of mysterious, like you were coming out of the smoke--" "What?" she interposed. This time she turned to face me. I wasn't sure if she couldn't hear me or if she didn't understand where I was going with all of this. Her eyes were nearly the same shade of green as the chaotic rivers of dye in her hair. I came in closer, my lips just inches from her ear. "You looked nice," I said. "Like you just appeared out of the smoke." I hung by her ear for a second. The heat in the bar was heavy. This close to her neck, I could feel her beginning to perspire, I could feel the sweat beads forming. I leaned away from her and waited for a response. She was watching the band again, her attention seemed completely diverted. Had she not heard me again? "I need to use the restroom." She told me then. I let out a small sigh of heated breath. I shouldn't have come on strongly. "Alright, alright." I said, pretending to be at once drawn back into the music. She nodded and took a tentative few steps away from me, lingering just out of reach. "Aren't you coming?" She asked. I pulled the metal door to the stall shut behind me, its surface etched with a thousand teenager's Fucks and Hells. I began to turn to face Deidre but was then pushed in the chest so my back was pressed against the left wall. "Have you ever messed around in a bathroom?" she asked me. She was feverish, excited. I could feel her blood pumping. This was going to be great. "Uhh, no." I managed. She came in close to me, pressing against me. Our mouths met and our tongues were instantly entangled, wrapping around and sliding over each other. She bit my bottom lip and pushed harder into me. I felt my cock grow erect with a series of pangs that were both pleasing and painful, pushing against my jeans, pressing up against the crotch of her skirt. "Mmm...what's that, baby?" She asked. I was already lost in passion, swooning and full of desire. Everything seemed vertiginous --- the walls, her words, the world around. I buried my head into her neck, biting and sucking on the thin skin, licking behind her ears. "What's that? What's that pushing up against me, baby?" I had lost control, I was in the throes of a burning lust. My hand clamped down suddenly on her breast. A sigh escaped from her glossed lips. "What's that, what's that?" she was excited, too, I could tell she didn't know what she was about to do either. "What's that pressing up against my tight cunt, baby? Tell me, oh God, tell me." I was suddenly nervous. Had someone else come into the bathroom? I could hear the sounds of La Deseo coming dampened through the portico and brick, the plaster of the bathroom and the aluminum of the stall door. Were those footsteps? If a woman caught me in this bathroom, I'd be the one getting a fine. I didn't need another place to add to the list of places I couldn't be. "I think I hear someone—" I said. "Shhhh.." she pressed one of my fingers against her lip, and I stopped. She worked her hand between my legs, squeezing my balls almost in examination before working upwards systematically, inch by inch appraising the storming hard-on through my jeans. "You've got something for me, don't you," she said. "I'm not sure." I stifled back. Was there someone in the stall next to us? Oh Jesus, she was unzipping my fly and I was groping her breasts. I reached behind and held her ass tightly as she undid the top button. "Touch me," she said. I touched her. Rather, she touched herself with my hand, grabbing me by the wrist and spreading my fingers out under her skirt, on her thigh. She worked my hand slowly upwards, through the band of her panties, through the faint traces of prickly pubic hair. When I first felt her, she pressed her thighs together, her cunt pulsed there as if we were an electrical reaction to the motion of my fingers, sudden, twitching, quickened. I traced one of my long fingers across her soft folds. She came in close, and I pushed deep into her vulva, warm and wet. "Mmm..." she cooed. She unveiled my cock from the tangled mesh of my boxers, letting my erection stretch freely into her open hand. We stood there, seemingly locked, my fingers working upwards through those draping, pink folds, right up to the hardened nub of her clit, encircling it to get her wetter, crazier. She was pulling my cock at a steady rhythm, knowingly or unknowingly in beat to La Deseo's now frantic tantrum. I felt pulled into her by violent forces, bade to accept the pleasure as she rubbed my cock and compelled to not only continue to touch her, but to push her forwards--two, now three fingers in her, as deep as they could go. We realized we were literally frozen when the sudden knock came on the stall door. Our hands were on each other, our tongues tangled and still in our mouths like sleeping serpents. "Excuse me." It was a man's voice. We tidied up quickly, the zipping of my fly and the swishing sounds of her skirt and top being slid back into place were the only sounds. We pushed open the door at the same time. A half-Mexican club worker stood in front of me, his chest level with my eyes. "This is a women's bathroom, sir." He pointed out. "What are you doing in here?" ***2*** Outside, the streets were slicked from a recent rain, pooling in asphalt tresses and carrying the reds, greens, and yellows of the traffic lights. After my hasty removal from the club, I tottered on in embarrassed silence, dodging strangers. They all seemed to be looking at me accusingly -- but why? I heard you got caught in the girl's room. Ridiculous. I was halfway down Anthem Drive when I heard footfalls behind me. They started as distant puddle-splashes, the untold clamor of the streets. Then, they dried into sandal-slaps up against the pavement getting faster, ever faster. I turned around. "You." I said. She was back, almost breathless, though I could tell she was in good shape. She must have run out of the club at the last second, how could she have known which way I had chosen, which of the streets I'd be taking to which borough? "I'm sorry for getting you kicked out of the club," she said in a half-laugh. "That was... my fault, I'm sorry. I get carried away sometimes, just not usually with--" "Strangers, I know." I finished. She smiled. We huddled together under the streetlight there for a moment, me leaning up against a mailbox, trying to sort things out in my head. Why had she followed me out here? "You know, it really was the first time I-- just, I mean, I don't even know your name!" she said. I told her I was Tristan, like the faerie tale character. "Or like Shakespeare," she said. "That works too." I said. A smart girl. Was this supposed to be a clue? If so, I didn't need it, I could tell by the gleam in the pin pricks of her irises, that gleam of knowing, the same gleam that so unabashedly showed her excitement, her spark, her hunger for more. "I'm Deidre." She said, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. "And umm, I know it didn't turn out so well at the club, but, uhh, well I have a place just a little down the ways..." "You have a place." "Well, my parents have a place." "That's very nice." "No, but, uhh.." we were both laughing. Her snow white skin was turning red as if stained by wine. She seemed genuinely nervous. If this really was the first time she had done anything with a stranger like that, what had gotten into her? What had made her invite me into the bathroom? Christ! A good girl didn't generally do that. I wasn't convinced this was a good girl yet, though. I reached forward and graced the outline of her face, my fingers moving over the silky skin, over the mole on her cheek. I broke the silence. "Are they home?" "I think so, but..." "No, no, you're not getting me into trouble, again!" She laughed and paced around a little, towing at the shattered pavement. "Well," she said, her voice as hazy as the cloud she had appeared out of. "You're invited, definitely. I have a pretty safe place where we could talk, be alone, and--" she stopped. "I'm embarrassing myself." "No, no!" I was going to reason her back to her original plan of action, what she had in store for me. All I had to do was tap into those urges from before, those urges that still burned in the electric sparks of her eyes. A strategic hand moved to her hip, I spoke with her softly, deeply, honestly. I knew it couldn't be over yet. She walked me back to her house on the nicer side of Orange Grove, trekking through a large barbell-shaped yard that met an ancient cobbled tutor that she said was her house. I could see one window with a college flag hanging from it -- University of Arizona. On the floor below, the shifting light of a television in channel flux hinted at her parents, even siblings maybe, that waited in there. I pushed it all aside. I could feel my half-erection still aching, and I focused on only the rhythmic movements of Deidre's hips and ass as we passed the house, the gravel pit in the backyard, and the twenty feet of open land that lay between the mansion and a greenhouse. She took my hand, nervously looking over her shoulder at the house. Suddenly, she eased up. "I think we're safe." she said. She parted the thick plastic, translucent flaps of the greenhouse, pulling me inside. The heat hit, and immediately I felt like I was back in the bar, with Deidre under a new electric light, this one even more warming, more buzzing. All around was the scent of flowers, the slanted shadows of spindly trees, endless jungle plants and verdant birds of paradise leaping out of emerging weeds. The diaphanous lilies parted, star-white and open just like Deidre know, her legs knotted around my back as we lay on the ground of the greenhouse. I wanted to ask if we could be seen from the house, if anyone comes out here at night, if they had a gardener -- but instead I was grappling with this mysterious girl, our limbs twisting over themselves, mimicking the twisting vines around us. We rolled onto a small patch of cotton, the seed-filled blanket sprawled out beneath us and took us in as we took each other. She unbuttoned my shirt, missing a couple, but managing to pull it off. She was wearing a black bra that I freed from its clasp, and it spilled downwards, exposing her pink areolas. I was now kissing her shoulders, her neck, anything that fell in front of my lips. "Suck them," she told me. "Please put your mouth on them." I took them in my mouth as she struggled to push my pants off. We rolled over so she was on top of me, her breasts falling down in front of my face, those perfect Ccurves. I licked and sucked her nipples, feeling them harden. I pinched them, squeezed them, and fingered them. She was sighing in pleasure and now I was just in my boxers, she just in her skirt. She reached back and gripped my shaft and pulled it from my boxers. Before I knew it, she had tossed herself over me, her legs over my head, her breath coming down hot on my throbbing, smooth cock. I felt her lips on the head, working the thick tip and licking down the length of my penis. I took her cue and pulled her by the waist towards me. We were the perfect height -- my mouth and nose pressed up against her hot cunt in the humidity of the greenhouse. I inhaled her scent, looking at the glistening pink skin. I spread the soft lips of her pussy open, darting my wet tongue in and out, sloshing over her clit. I felt her take me in her mouth at the same time, the warm, wet enclosure of her lips not far from what I could imagine her cunt to feel like, wrapped tight around my cock. "Yes! Yessss!" she uttered as I pressed my whole face into her, licking with avid enthusiasm, sucking, tonguing her sweet juices. As I moaned and sighed and felt the pleasure rising in me, I held on to her hips. We anchored each other down, taking and receiving, forcing each other to go deeper, deeper. When my cock had been wholly taken in by her soft lips, she pulled herself from my tongue, and we kissed deeply, her juices still burning on my tongue. I rolled over on to her, pushing her back against the cotton rug. "I want your cock," she sighed as my fingers slipped quickly in and out of her cunt. Her hand was still on my hard cock, and now she was pulling me towards her pussy. "What did you say?" of course I was going to do this. I wouldn't have followed her here if I didn't want it so badly. "I want your cock." "Say it again." "I want your cock." she was working into something, rocking back and forth on my fingers. I could see the something on her exposed clitoris, her aching nipples, her dampening forehead. I wanted to bring her to it. "Are you gonna give me this nice big cock, baby?" she came again. "Fill me with it." A question, then a command. We were sweating, grunting, on the floor. I pushed my head of my slickened penis between her thighs, angling upwards and into, falling into a vibration that felt natural, easy even. We didn't think about it then, but we were fucking hard, my thick cock burying itself seven inches into her body, extracting, pushing in. We screamed while we screwed, we didn't care anymore. The only thing was that something and were going to get it. I picked Deidre up, holding her on my hard cock, letting her sink down on to it. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, fuck..." I sat her on a table to which some hanging baskets were attached, and rattled the whole thing, our pelvises convening and pushing off of each other, so desperate, so wickedly in chase. I could feel it rising in me, I could feel it like a tide surging forth, filling me with heat and blotting out everything but the action. She said nothing. I said nothing. I was picking up speed, and she was angling herself, pushing me up and into her g-spot while she sucked my fingers. We moaned and swore and sighed, and I could feel her beginning to tighten. "I'm cumming!" she screamed. I was going to cum too, I was going to cum hard. The pressure was immense, I was holding her sides, tracing my hands across her flat stomach, her breasts and hard nipples. She ran her hands over me in ecstasy, tumbling over my chest and rubbing muscles as my cock rubbed harder and harder in her. "Ahhhhhh...." she let out a long sigh, and then I began to groan. I reached to pull my cock out of her. Suddenly, I felt her hand meet my wrist and stop me from pulling out. "Oh Deidre," I moaned "I'm gonna --" "It's okay," she said between breaths. "It's okay." When we hit it, we hit it together, an arms flailing, body-sweating moment of pure pleasure. Her cunt tightened and spasmed, and she bit into my neck, the hard tips of her nipples making contact my chest. I could feel her fingernails tear into my back, but the pain lost as I came too, a rush of warmth flowing through me until I felt myself explode against those sweet, womanly vibrations, those tremors of elusive ecstasy. I held the girl tightly, as tight as I had held some girls I had loved. We remained pressed up against each other, frozen again, breathless, as if one word would break the spell. The heat and moisture of the greenhouse made us feel only these bestial things that tie us to the earth, and we lay side by side for awhile before she disappeared into her father's smoking room, maybe forever -- back into a haze through which she moved. Sighs ((2008-09 Doppelganger Studios)) Sight & Sound I awoke with a start. Panic reigned. I was completely blind. No sight. No light of any kind. I tried to bring my hands to my eyes, hoping that somehow my fingers could open my eyes. They couldn't reach my face. My heartbeat accelerated wildly. Only 2 or 3 seconds had passed. As I completed my journey back to consciousness, memories finally surfaced and I instantly began to relax. I realized I wasn't in any real danger. For the first time, Annie had tied me up last night (Last night? Was it still night? Had I slept for a long time?) Confusion suddenly overwhelmed the relief I had just felt. I had been awake for 5 seconds now. A quick roll call of my limbs ran almost automatically through my mind. I was lying on my back in our bed. My arms were stretched uncomfortably diagonally to the headboard's posts. Something (oh yes – those leather cuffs) was chafing at both of my wrists. An unpleasant tingling numbness in both hands became noticeable. My legs were similarly stretched towards the posts at the foot of the bed attached by the other half of the "Bondage for Dummies" kit I had ordered over the Internet. I had been awake for 10 seconds and only now did I recognize the background discomfort of a pounding headache. I was still blind.... and deaf! I couldn't hear anything and I finally became aware of the wax plugs that were filling my ears. On top of those, padded ear protectors (probably the ones from my workshop, I thought, as my mind made another 'critical' deduction) were on my head. 15 seconds have passed. Something soft was over my eyes and I became aware of two more straps – one fastened around my head at my temples and a second going across my cheeks below my ears tightening around the back of my head. I was pretty much alert now and starting to get pissed off. I yanked my right arm but it barely moved. Only then did I realize the true nature of my "bind." There were also straps tightly across my chest just below my nipples and another across my legs mid-thigh. I was completely immobilized on our bed (at least I thought I was on our bed). How did I get this way? My mind was replaying its last memories. I remember surprising Annie in the bedroom and unwrapping the bondage kit last night. (Last night? Well maybe it was last night). I remember her looking cross and I remember the objections, – She wasn't in the mood, it had been a bitch of a week at work, couldn't we just climb into bed?, But I had lost my mind to my groin and I was pretty insistent that we try this out right away. I wanted to tie her up and demonstrate my incredible ability to bring her to orgasm – as least that's what I said to her. After 10 minutes of increasing whining and pleading from me, Annie had agreed but only on the condition that I go first. I had agreed instantly and as she went to get us some wine, I had happily and eagerly removed my clothes. She came back with two glasses of our favorite wine and we drank quickly. Annie smiled and kissed me softly. Then she had begun to attach the cloth straps to the posts as I sat in the middle of the bed grinning from ear to ear. I remember her fastening one leather to my wrist and then... nothing. I suddenly realized that Annie, my wife and lover, had drugged me and that crystallized my anger. I knew it was safe; she was a Vet after all. But this isn't at all what I had in mind. I was going to tie her up and lick her and eat her and fuck her, always letting her get close to orgasm but never allowing the final release to occur. I had fantasized about perpetrating all kinds of pleasurable tortures on Annie and taking my time – a couple of hours at least. I had been awake only 30 seconds. I realized that I was still naked – I could feel the coolness of our air-conditioned bedroom. There was a slight and unfamiliar tingling on my balls but other than that I was a little stiff from being in the same position for some time (how much time? My mind asked.) And still not a sound and not a glimmer of light. I tried to talk for the first time. "Hey Annie!" No response. "Annie", a little louder. Then I yelled as loudly as I could. "Hey Annie. Come on. Get me out of this." Still nothing – then I realized I was still expecting to hear something and given the work she had done on my ears I wouldn't be hearing anything. I was completely helpless, totally restrained, I could feel things, smell things, but without any vision or hearing. And I was uncomfortably stiff from being restrained in this manner for who knows how long. My remaining senses quickly began compensating. I found myself trying to isolate individual smells and feel vibrations. I found a slight smell of Annie's perfume, a bit of the cleaning products from our ensuite bathroom. I could easily smell the leather constraints and my own perspiration – it was, after all, only a few inches from my nose. It was more than a minute since I had woken up. I thought I'd try another call for help. "ANNIE, HEL-". A stinging slap across my face ended the yell abruptly. Before I could say anything, something incredibly soft and wet enveloped my flaccid cock. The contrast of the slap and the sudden pressure down below temporarily fired most of the synapses in my brain. I was speechless and it seemed that every emotion had blended into a paralyzing stew in my mind. It had to be a mouth, I thought. And that thought was immediately confirmed as a warm, wet tongue started tickling the underside of my rapidly hardening cock. As abruptly as this wonderful blow job had started, it stopped. I could feel my cock bobbing in beat with my pulse. I couldn't hear a sound. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't see anything. In every sense, the ghostly mouth that had been stimulating me so wonderfully had simply ceased to exist. "Annie, I –". Another stinging slap across my face interrupted me. I'm a quick learner. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to speak. Suddenly, I felt flesh in my right hand. It took me a moment but when my finger felt the unmistakable hardness of a nipple, I understood. I closed my index finger and thumb around the nipple and began to pinch it gently. It hardened further, puckering under the stimulation. Every ounce of my being had concentrated on feeling this disembodied nipple in my hand. It lingered in my hand, pushing against my palm and allowing my fingers to squeeze and massage it. Then it left. I was acutely aware of the blackness and the silence. Every sound I could hear came from my own body – the rapid thumping of my pulse, and the sound of the air rushing in and out of my lungs. I could sense every toe, every muscle, every inch of skin. Every extremity of my body was alive and alert, thirsting for the next touch. It came quickly. My right nipple shot an electrical charge to my groin as a mouth closed roughly around it. I had felt no pressure on the bed or any other touch before this latest assault. I inhaled deeply, holding my breath as the mouth sucked harder and harder willing my nipple to grow fuller. After 20 seconds, the mouth stopped and a moment later, something ice-cold and hard was clamped around my nipple. I felt the pressure increase and the sweetness of this pain sent tremors through my balls. It was definitely a clamp of some kind and it continued to tighten. The pain was on the edge of excruciating but I was wildly excited. My cock was throbbing – I imagined it to be inches larger and deep purple. Then the treatment was repeated on my left nipple – first the mouth, then another icy cold clamp tightened to the point of pain. I had been holding my breath for quite some time and as I let it out in a moan, I softly said "oh god." There was an instant and vicious slap across my face. I knew I needed to exert more control. It took a while but I realized that there was no new pressure coming from the nipple clamps. I was either becoming more accustomed to the pain or the nerves in my nipples were becoming numb. Other than my pounding heartbeat, I had no sense of time. I could have been left like this for two minutes or twenty. It felt like a long time. I jumped when the hands first touched my body. Slick with some type of oil they began to massage every inch of my torso. It was a firm stroke, almost professional in its approach. Oil was being applied to my arms, my shoulders, my chest, my abdomen. After a brisk rubbing of my lower abdomen, the hands reapplied themselves to my feet. Each leg received a thorough massage and every inch of my body felt the relief of stimulation. My cock remained rock hard but untouched. I finally felt the bed dip as my Annie joined me. Her smooth feminine body straddled my chest. I could instantly feel the muscles of Annie's thighs on my rib cage and the pressure of her heels against my thighs. I could not move. I could not lift my hips because of the straps across my chest and legs, but I could feel her sex, open and inviting on top of me. Fingers were put in my mouth and I hungrily sucked on them twirling my tongue around them. Annie's body rocked and slid against my chest and still there was no touch to my painfully throbbing cock. Suddenly the full weight of her body lay across my chest and I felt a wonderful breast placed on my mouth. In my heightened sense, it felt larger and heavier than in reality. I quickly found the nipple and sucked on it returning only a little of the dull pleasure that continue to radiate from my own nipples. My mouth could feel every pucker, every swelling of her nipple. I realized that without sight and sound, I was discovering this familiar part of her as if it were the first time. My tongue flicked rapidly from side to side across the engorged nipple. I felt it pop from my mouth. There was a sudden shifting of Annie's weight and another breast was placed in my mouth. I repeated the process doing my best to stimulate this nipple with my mouth. I realized that every inch of skin touching me was slick and lubricated and the sliding of her supple body on mine elevated the erotic charge in my cock. But there was still no touching. Her pussy was tantalizingly within reach of my throbbing phallus but I could do nothing to enter. There was some sudden and confusing movement and for a brief moment Annie was gone but then a foot was sliding under my right outstretched arm, following by her weight on my upper chest, and another foot sliding under my left arm. I knew instinctively that in this position, her pussy was only inches from my mouth. Eager and aggressive hands grabbed the back of my head holding handfuls of hair. And I was brought to her pussy. My tongue reached out and was finally rewarded with a taste of Annie's wonderful opening – familiar yet different in my state of deprivation. I licked as best as I could as her wonderful slit rocked up and down across my face and nose. As far as I could tell, it was wickedly thrilling for my lover. Her hips, surrounding my face, began to move side to side, as well as stroking up and down. My tongue occasionally reached her asshole which hesitated for a moment of stimulation before yielding to other parts. Some small remaining logical part of my mind noted that this was new – I had never licked her anus before. In her pussy, I tried to fuck her with my tongue pushing it in as far as I could and when her clit arrived, I roughly pounded it with my tongue while sucking the whole area into my mouth. My sense of smell was overwhelmed by the intense musky sweetness of her juices. She was so wet; I felt drops rolling down my cheeks onto my neck. In my darkness, a chaotic movie of sexual imagery played – memories of our lovemaking, and our orgasms. Suddenly her hands gripped my head and pulled me harder into her dripping pussy. Some detached part of me noticed pain as she violently ground her pussy across my face, rolling my head left to right, my pointed tongue striking her hardened button over and over and over. I felt Annie's thigh muscles that were encasing me, tighten even more and finally ripples of orgasm as her pussy contracted on my mouth. It lasted forever in my mind but I could hear nothing except my own moaning as I tried to satisfy my lady. And then I was encased in a warm and throbbing body as she collapsed on me. It was perhaps the most exciting act of lovemaking in my life. In the darkness and the silence, I had just given Annie the most intense orgasm of her life – I knew it in my heart. As her heart pounded against mine and began to slow, I began to look forward to my release and I started imagining how I would turn Annie on her knees and fuck her from behind. Another thrill of excitement shot through my cock when I thought I could return some of her slaps by spanking her while I fucked her. "Annie, my love. Its time to untie me. I want to be inside you." Annie lifted up and pulled herself off my face. I had the shock of my life when the hardest slap yet went across my mouth. I was so surprised not a sound left my body. Confusion, once again became the dominant emotion. I felt something warm and moist trickling down my chin to my face. The salty taste of blood filled my mouth. For the second time since I had awoken, panic began to course through me. The next second brought a welcome wave of relief as I felt my left leg gain some freedom. Annie was untying me! In a few moments I would be pounding her pussy with my purple cock. My left leg was loose now so I bent it gingerly flexing the thigh and the calf muscle. I was still blind and deaf but I anticipated a rousing fuck in only a few moments. Suddenly I felt tension on my ankle and before I could even straighten my leg, it was being pulled up in the air and towards my shoulder. I only then realized that at some time towards the end of the assault on my face, the strap across my thighs had been removed. I was being stretched painfully but my left leg was already secured in some way to the headboard. There was a brief and welcome relief to the stretching in my groin as my right leg came free, I tried to twist it away from Annie but in seconds I think the strap had been wound around the other bed post and pulled tight. My ass was now in the air. I was still blind and deaf but amazingly, my cock hadn't softened a bit. "Annie, what the fuck are you doing?" CRACK! She instantly struck me with something across my ass. It was a stinging, painful blow. I could feel the blood rush to the impact and the heat grow across my ass. I was frightened, helpless, and I had no idea where Annie was going with this game. Then a soft hand was gently rubbing my ass. Her hand was gentle and as she made wider circles on one ass cheek and then the other, my fear was replaced with excitement again. In this position, my cock was less than a foot from my own mouth. Her massaging of my ass continued until finally she was rubbing my exposed balls. I felt the slick massage oil drip over them and surges of excitement coursed through me as she rubbed it all over my balls and cock. Her strokes were incredibly erotic but there wasn't enough pressure to trigger my orgasm. I remained bound and helpless, orgasm only seconds away. Suddenly, she removed her hands from my body and I felt her weight on the foot of our bed. Once again, I could hear only my own thudding heartbeat and feel the twitching pulse of my cock. I jumped when something touched my anus. It was a finger, I thought – just a finger. And I felt, for the first time, the pleasure of oil lubricating my ass. The finger probed at my hole, pushing and rotating. I clenched my ass as best I could but with my legs spread I had little ability to defend my own virginity. In one quick thrust, Annie's finger entered my asshole. My cock twitched again and again as she slowly pushed in and then pulled part way out. A detached corner of my mind thought that this feeling was exquisite while another part of me felt shame and betrayal. I was being raped by my wife and lover and my cock was harder than it had ever been, pointing straight at my own face. Another finger joined the first and she increased the tempo of the slow pumping. Her other hand was gently rubbing my balls but nothing was touching my throbbing painful cock. Every part of my being was completely focused on the incredible penetration of my ass. I found myself grunting as she continued her work, fucking my ass with her fingers. Then it stopped. 'What the fuck is she going to do to me now?" I thought. The very next moment I found out. Something a whole lot larger than Annie's fingers was pressed against my asshole. I moaned, "No Annie, don't" and two very nasty blows from something hard hit each ass cheek. I whimpered but remained silent. The thing poking at my ass was smooth and round, I could feel that much but I had no idea what it was. The pressure increased and finally it pushed my anus open and entered me. I had no idea anything could feel this good without involving my cock. The object was slick and easily progressed up my ass, slowly exploring, inch by inch. I could feel it stretching my anus and I quivered when it reached my prostrate. Then Annie began fucking me for real. In my mind, I saw the image of a large dildo stroking in and out of my exposed ass. The rhythm started off slow but nevertheless, each down stroke pressed my prostrate and caused an instant jerk in my unrelieved cock. She increased the tempo and I began to rotate and rock my hips to meet the thrusts. New sensations erupted when the dildo started vibrating, I could feel the orgasm build beneath my balls as she stroked into my ass. I was grunting hard now and suddenly she went wild, fucking my ass faster than I had ever fucked her. Each downward thrust pushed my cock closer to my own face. I knew I was close. Finally, two slick hands surrounded my cock. All of her weight was on me and the dildo was penetrating deep into my ass. She began to stroke my cock with both hands with the rhythm of her fucking. Everything I was, every muscle, every part of my mind was lost. The only thing I could feel was the fat dildo fucking my ass, stroking my prostrate while her two hands worked my cock. She came again. I could feel her trembling on top of me as she buried the dildo deep into me. I could feel each shudder and every muscle spasm. I felt her breath as she released. Then I came. The pressure in my prostrate exploded up my cock. I could literally feel the cum travel through my urethra and I was waiting when it exploded out of the swollen head. The first shot wasn't a lot but it landed right in my mouth. The second spasm caused a huge rope of cum to erupt and it too, splashed into my mouth. I tasted my own cum for the first time and I was forced to start swallowing it as it filled my mouth. As my orgasm roared through my body, stream after stream escaped onto my face. Her hands continued to pump me, now gripping my cock tightly as they pulled every ounce of cum from my balls. I could feel every muscle and my anus tightened around the dildo that remained buried up my ass. She had only one hand on my cock now, milking it strongly. Her other hand went to my balls and she gently rubbed them in a slow circular motion. A sob escaped from me and a single word...."Annie". But this time, to my relief there was no slap. Another tremor shuddered through me and the hands left my cock and balls. I was aching with the force of this orgasm. The dildo remained buried in me, no longer vibrating. My legs were untied and they dropped weakly back to the mattress, forcing another almost painful pressure on my prostrate from the embedded object. The next thing I felt was gentle hands lifting my head. A cold drink was raised to my lips and I drank the sweet cola. It mixed with my cum that remained on my lips. Every part of me was pleading to be released and every part of me was relaxed. Another sip of the drink was offered and I started to relax. I remember my right arm folding limply across my chest then nothing....