4 comments/ 23957 views/ 8 favorites Coming Home From Work By: SpicyPepper John Walker loosened his tie in the late afternoon heat as droplets of sweat beaded and fell from his forehead. The briefcase in his hand seemed to get progressively heavier with each step he took. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back and sliding into his ass, and he shifted uncomfortably as he continued on his way home. Each step felt like it took an eternity as the sun bore down on his back. John was cranky enough to begin with and the heat wasn't helping his mood. His girlfriend had turned him down for sex again this morning before work. It had been more than three weeks and she hadn't even glanced at his cock, let alone tried to touch it. It's not like he didn't try either, but she just whined that he was worse than a bitch in heat. It depressed him that she had such little interest in him sexually. It also didn't help that his barely eighteen year-old secretary wore practically see-through blouses with delving cleavage that she loved to show off as often as possible by leaning over his desk. Often he could catch a glimpse of her areola as it pooled out of her bra when she bent over. The office was air-conditioned as well, which meant that most of the time she walked around with her nipples jutting out. It drove him mad with frustration. Her ass was so incredibly tight that he could see almost every muscle in it move as she strutted around the office. He considered himself a normal, hot-blooded male and wanted nothing more than to shove her up against his desk, grind his hard cock up against her ass and show her just what those see-through blouses made him want to do to her. He wanted to grab her by her thick, brown hair, yank her head back, reach around with his other hand and slip his fingers up her snug skirt until he could force them into her tight, wet pussy. Not that John would ever cheat on his girlfriend. He loved her very much, but he was really tired of using his hand. Fantasizing and chronic masturbating was his way of dealing with all the frustration. John was relieved when he finally saw the path that lead to the shortcut through the woods. At least in the woods it would be a little cooler, and would offer some shade. And he knew that once there, he could get out a little of his sexual frustration. On more than a few occasions, on his walks home from work, John would wander off into the bushes and masturbate. It helped him get out a lot of his sexual frustration and he used this time for a lot of fantasy play that he couldn't really do when his girlfriend was around. She usually gave him hell for being so horny whenever she caught him masturbating. She was such a prig. He also experienced a secret thrill knowing there could be anyone walking by on the path while he jerked himself off not too far away. When John finally reached the woods, the relief from the heat was immediate and he was grateful. He removed his tie and slung it over the arm that held his suit jacket and brief case. He walked for another fifteen minutes until he gauged that he was about half way between where he entered the path from work and where it ended at the other side on his street. John looked up and down the path to make sure there was no one nearby to see him, and then he veered right off the path and deeper into the woods. Usually when John went into the woods to masturbate, he didn't like to go too far from the path, as that was part of his thrill. He liked to hear people walking by, completely oblivious to the fact that he was there, touching himself. Today however, John was particularly disgruntled, and just wanted to be alone. He walked much farther than he usually went. In fact, John walked so far he was sure that he was coming to the edge of the woods, when he came to a small clearing. John sat with his back against a tree and set his brief case, jacket and tie on the ground beside him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face and the hard tree bark dig into the back of his skull. John resumed his fantasy of taking his secretary up against his desk and fingering her until she was dripping wet. As his cock became hard and strained against his pants, which he refused to unzip. He rubbed himself over the material of his pants. He enjoyed teasing himself, getting himself so incredibly hard that he felt like his cock would explode if he didn't touch it. Johnnie. John started with an audible cry and opened his eyes. On the other side of the clearing was, what appeared to be a young girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen. John stood up, painfully aware of the prominent swell of his erection and trying to hide it by turning slightly. The girl smiled deviously and started to move towards him. "What are you doing?" He asked, alarmed. The last thing he needed was to get caught alone in the woods with some young cupcake that might cry statutory rape just to try and get a few bucks from him in a settlement. She was incredibly beautiful though. She had long, curly auburn hair that fell in waves down her back. She also had big, innocent, doe eyes that never lost their connection with his as she continued to make her way towards him. As she neared him, John realized that there was something wrong with the way she walked. It was stunted. It wasn't until she was right in front of him that John realized in awe that this was not a young girl but an older boy, probably in his early 20's with a cock as big as a horse attached to a crotch that wasn't human. This boy had goat legs and hooves, with the same sandy auburn hair on his head that gusted as softly as the grass in the clearing when the wind blew. The goat hair ended just above his pubic area, leaving the top half of him completely human, with the most well defined body John had ever seen. "Who are you?" John asked. The goat boy didn't answer him; he just kept smiling at John. "You're a faun," John said. The goat didn't respond. After what seemed like an eternity, the faun suddenly laughed, and waved his hand across John's chest. John felt a force lock his arms on either side of the tree behind him. He struggled and fought hard against the invisible restraints, to no avail. He was relieved that he could move his torso, distraught however, that he could not budge his arms. A surge of adrenaline flowed through him, unfortunately helping him maintain his hard-on, as panic began to set in. The faun watched John struggle, his eyes moving up and down John, until they finally rested on the massive bulge of his pants. He walked over to John and began to undo his pants. John struggled more, but it only helped the faun get his pants down quicker. John felt ridiculous standing here with his pants around his ankles and his massively swollen cock on display for anyone to see. "Anyone," being this particular creature. The faun leaned into John and grabbed his cock fiercely. John almost screamed out in agony. Then he slowly began massaging John's cock. His stroke was firm and almost painful. The faun pushed his leg, which also led up to his cock, into John, The more he stroked John, the more he grinded his huge horse cock into John's thigh. The humiliation of the situation was bittersweet for John. He loved the feeling of having his dick so expertly handled, but felt guilty because he wasn't gay. He tried to rationalize to himself all the reasons why he shouldn't be enjoying this but nothing was coming to mind. Then he began to rationalize why he might be enjoying it. He blamed it on his girlfriend for not putting out; he blamed it on his secretary for being such a goddamn tease. He blamed himself for being weak and having no self-control. As the faun slowly rubbed his hand up and down John's shaft, John moaned and thrust his hips forward to match the rhythm of faun's hand. Christ, if he kept this up he was going to cum. Suddenly the faun stopped grinding into John, released his cock, turned around and walked a couple of feet away. "Wait!" John called out, "you can't just leave me like this!" The faun glanced back in John's direction and giggled, then turned back and walked to the other side of the clearing and disappeared into the trees. John struggled even harder to liberate his arms, panic starting to set in. He still couldn't seem to escape. Just when he was on the verge of hysteria, John heard a struggle coming from the trees across the clearing and the faun returned. This time, as he moved towards John, he was dragging something on a rope behind him. John heard muffled grunts, but he couldn't see anything through the tall grass of the clearing as the faun dragged whatever he was carrying back to him. When the faun finally reached him, he grabbed the person at the end of the rope and dragged her to her knees in front of him. It was a little fairy girl. While her appearance was young, John saw the wisdom of age in here eyes. She looked 18-years old, but here eyes claimed her to be much, much older. She had short spiky purple hair. Her eyes were bright green and pleading. Her lips were the palest shade of pink and her whole body glimmered in a sparkling iridescence. Her hands were tied behind her back with the rope that the faun had used to drag her. The swell of her large breasts were perfectly rounded and barely held in place by a piece of ripped pink fabric. Her cleavage hung down in an adept show of perfect feminine exquisiteness. There was another piece of the same ripped pink fabric that just barely covered the girl's hips, thighs and ass. John noticed that she had a pair of light purple and dark green wings, which reflected sunlight in small sparkling bursts that the fairy didn't seem to be able to use. Seeing this girl tied up with such accentuated cleavage and pleading eyes was almost more than John could bear. He knew his cock was as hard as it had ever been, and watching this girl struggle with her bonds, her elegant breasts swaying with each movement was making it worse. The faun grabbed the fairy by the back of her spiky hair and she cried out. He turned her around so that her backside was facing John, at which point he grabbed her hip with one hand and shoved shoulder hard to the ground with his other. There was nothing John could do but watch. He watched as the torn pink fabric, which probably used to be a skirt, rode up the fairy's hips to expose her taut, curvaceous ass and the little cleft of her pink vaginal lips swelling just underneath. The faun watched John's reaction and smiled. He leered at John while he commenced spanking her little pussy lips, hard. She squealed in what John tried to convince himself was pain. But he couldn't be certain. The faun continued slapping her pussy lips until John could see moisture dripping from them. The faun then took hold of his monster cock and rammed it unceremoniously into the fairy's little pussy. She gasped sharply, and then cried out as the faun began to thrust his hips aggressively into her tight wet slit. The faun grabbed onto her hips and pumped himself into her so deeply that John was sure he was impacting her uterus; that is, if fairies had uteri. John was shocked at the severity in which the faun penetrated the fairy, but he soon realized that the fairy had stopped crying out and was now writhing and moaning. The faun maintained a quick rhythm, pumping back and forth so fast and hard that John could hear the delicious squelching noise of the faun's cock slipping in and out of her as his balls battered her pussy. John was so aroused he didn't realize that he was grinding his hips in tandem with the faun. He struggled vehemently to release himself from his bonds but still could not remove them. John continued to watch as the faun removed his pussy-slimed cock from her slick crevice and drove it ferociously into her unyielding, puckered ass hole. The fairy cried out, even louder this time, which practically sent John over the edge into orgasm as he continued to watch this crude display of debauchery. Each jagged thrust from the faun into the fairy's anus pushed her face harder into the soft earth beneath her. She seemed to bounce on her breasts as he shoved himself harder inside her. Every part of John yearned to be free from his shackles, he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock into one of her wholes and debase her as much as the faun was. He was sure that if either the faun or the fairy even looked at his painfully engorged cock, he would cum. The faun stopped and turned to look at John. He smiled deviously as he pulled himself out of the fairy's ass. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. She yelped. He walked around to the other side of her head and shoved her backwards towards John. Her arms were still tied behind her back and the faun kept her head forcibly held low. He pushed her backward until her pussy was aligned with John's cock and then he gave her one hard shove. Even though the fairy had just been violated by the faun and his enormous cock, her pussy was still tight and encompassing. John began to thrust his hips and again the fairy began moaning and gasping. John couldn't believe it, this little fairy girl couldn't get enough of the cock. Not that he could have stopped it anyway, having his arms shackled behind the tree. John was sure he couldn't last much longer, the tidal wave of his orgasm almost at its crest. The faun held the fairy girl's head, and rammed his goat cock into her mouth. Both the faun and John pumped their cocks into her, riding her like a w Sweat began streaming down John's face as he pummeled her as hard as he dared without scraping his back too hard against the rough bark of the tree. His mind was reeling and the faun just leered at him as he pumped, all the while facilitating this depredation. John's eyes rolled back in his head and just as he was about to blow his load deep into the nether regions of this little fairy girl, the faun pulled her off him. "Please," John begged, gasping for breath. "I need to finish." The faun threw the girl down to the ground. She rolled over onto her back, crumpling her beautiful wings, and opened her legs, wide. John could see the succulent liquid pouring out of her moistened crevice. It was clear but it glittered like the ocean on a hot sunny day. The faun got down on his knees and brusquely buried his face in her quivering silky clam. She arched her back (not that difficult with her hands still tied behind her and braced on the ground to give her more leverage) and wailed a beautiful lament. John watched as the faun feasted on the girl. She writhed and wailed and grinded her pussy harder onto the faun's face, all the while keeping her half opened eyes on John. John's balls were aching and his cock was straining for any stimulation but nothing was forthcoming. He was tied up, probably against his will, and forced to watch the fairy girl being humiliated. "Please," he begged again, although he knew it was useless. The girl's moans became louder and more melodious, hypnotizing John. He felt his arms slacken, free of the bonds that held him so inflexibly. John couldn't move. He was held enthralled by the symphony of lust that radiated from the girl writhing on the ground. The faun looked from the fairy girl back to John again and smiled. Before John had time to think about what he was doing, he laid down on the ground. He knew the faun was controlling his movements, but he couldn't stop him. John wasn't even sure he wanted to stop the faun from controlling him. The faun grabbed the fairy girl, her breasts mesmerizing as they swayed to and fro with the force of the faun's fierce grasp. He shoved her over John, so she was straddling him. His mind had taken him to a place that was somnolent, so that these events were more like a dream than a harsh but erotic reality. The faun forced the fairy girl onto John's painfully engorged cock. John gasped, rolling his head from side to side in the ecstasy of impaling her wet pussy. Before John could really start enjoying the ride, the faun shoved the fairy forward so that she landed with her neck over John's face and her breasts at his chin. Then the faun grabbed her opulent ass and parted the fairy's cheeks. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock, stroking himself, and, without a moment's hesitation, he shoved his cock into the fairy girl's anus. Both John and the fairy cried out, the fairy girl in a much more melodic inflection. John felt her pussy tighten, making room for the giant horse-cock of the faun in her ass. The faun clutched her hips and started pummeling her ass fiercely. "Oh, sweet Christ," John sighed, as the fairy's tits battered his face, her pussy holding tenaciously to his cock as she moved with the steady cadence of the faun battering her anus. He could feel the faun's cock kneading his own through the thin sheath of skin that separated her pussy from her anus. Suddenly, without any hint of warning, it all became too much for him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt a warm, coursing, energy draw up from his toes and from the top of his head, riding through his blood stream to culminate with a giant eruption from his cock. He cried out so loud he was certain that someone would come running to find him in this precarious situation. No one came, except the faun. John's eyes were still closed when he heard the faun grunt, and felt the rhythmic pulse of the faun's orgasm. He felt the warm liquid of the faun's essence drip from her ass onto his balls. The fairy girl was still wailing out her magical, hypnotic song, keeping John pinned to the ground. When John finally mustered the courage to open his eyes, he was alone. He sat up abruptly, and looked around. His briefcase, jacket and tie were still beside the tree. His pants were around his ankles and his cock, now flaccid, glimmered with fairy sparkled cum. John quickly stood up and pulled up his pants. He glanced around the clearing, looking for any hint of the faun or the fairy girl. There was nothing. He picked up his things and walked as fast as he could back to path. John walked quickly, wondering the whole way if what he had just experienced could possibly be real. No. No, it couldn't possibly have been real, could it? Just as John reached the road at then end of the path, he heard the fairy's erotic lament coming from all around the woods. He turned around and stared down the path but didn't see anything. The fairy girl's singing faded slowly from his ears as he walked away from the woods and towards his house. Coming Home From Work Only a few moments have passed since I have gone upstairs to go and get changed out of my work clothes when you follow me into our bedroom to get your book from your bedside table. But you walk in just in time to see me taking my clothes off, and all thoughts of your book go away when you see what underwear I have on: my red lacy bra with matching red lace French knickers... And the realisation that I was wearing something so sexy underneath my sedate, prim and proper skirt suit when going to a business meeting created a sudden hunger in you and sparks of desire show in your eyes. It might have been fuelled by the fact that I was bent over picking something up from the floor when you walked in..? You certainly got an eyeful of my partially dressed body in a suggestive pose! You cross the room, and I just stand there, letting you drink in the vision of me in red lacy underwear. You tell me I am gorgeous, that you love me and that you want me. This starts my arousal; I adore hearing that you want me. When you reach me, I can feel my skin react to your nearness... or else it is a reaction to the visible proof of your desire that is causing your trousers to bulge. You smile when you see the look on my face: it tells you I want you too, and love seeing you're aroused and showing your desire for me. It causes a corresponding heat in my body that I can feel all over. You whisper my name, and I can feel my mouth going slack with the need for your arms around me and your lips on mine. You gently touch my lips with your finger, tracing the outline and caressing my jaw. Your lips follow your finger, and I feel your teeth nibble my bottom lip. Your tongue traces my lip, over my throat and down to the little hollow at the base of my throat. Straightening up, you look into my eyes, and all I can do is smile. I love you so much, and can't wait to feel more. I don't have long to wait: your hands cup my face, and you kiss the tip of my nose and my eyes. Your hands then slide down my neck, caressing my throat as you move your fingers over my skin. Feeling your breath on my skin gives me goose bumps, because I know it means there will be more pleasure to follow. The sensuous feeling of your hands trailing down the skin of my back is part of that pleasure. Not knowing where your hands are going to go next, or how much teasing and torturing - if any - you will do, is adding to the anticipation. I enjoy seeing the look on your face that tells me you can feel me melt under your hands, that your loving me is making me both breathless and wobbly-kneed. This is a feeling you enjoy as much as I do! Now that your hands have had their fill of my shoulders and upper back, they are making their way down to my breasts, slowly, ever so slowly. This is a delicious torture - for both of us, because I know you love playing with my nipples and my pussy. And I know that seeing the effect it has on me, is a turn-on for you. You reach the edges of my red lacy bra, which reveals as much as it conceals. You love the matching red lacy knickers, as they give you easy access to my pussy. I am getting wet from the sensations of you stroking my skin and the anticipation of what will happen next. But you are not paying any attention to my pussy just yet. It seems you are intent on taking your time! Your fingers are slowly making their way underneath the lace of my bra, and my nipples are eager to feel your touch. I have closed my eyes to better concentrate on the sensations and I am unconsciously holding my breath in anticipation. You then surprise me by scraping a fingernail along my nipple, causing it to harden and contract. This feels so good, and I can feel myself getting wetter. You are making it even better by suddenly pinching my nipples: you know how I much I like that. I can just hear the word "gorgeous" being whispered. This turns me on almost as much as the actual playing with my nipples. You are normally so quiet when we play... but I love hearing your noises and whispers. Such a turn-on. I can't help it but my hands are straying to your belt, trying to pull your shirt out of your trousers. However you are pushing them away: "Not yet," you say, "not yet." I can feel your hands on my waist, and then sliding along my hips: following my curves, and you tell me how sexy I am. I will never tire from hearing that! Your obvious love for me and my body definitely makes me feel sexy! I want to reach around my back to undo my bra, but you are pushing my hands away, telling me again not to do anything and to just let you have your fill of me, and let you have your way with me. One of your hands is sneaking back up to play with my breasts, and the other one is slowly and oh so casually stroking my buttocks. You are keeping your fingers on top of my knickers, and all my wriggling is not persuading you to slide your fingers underneath my knickers.. not yet anyway... Your mouth is busy worrying my lips, you know how to turn me on by kissing me. Your fingers are pinching and twisting my nipples, and then your mouth trails back down my throat and makes it way to the edge of my bra. Your tongue follows the line of my bra for a few moments, teasing me more and at last your mouth now goes to find my nipple, with the intent of nibbling and sucking it to get even harder. I love having my nipples played with, and at times it can make me cum without you touching my pussy or my clit. Right now I am loving the added sensations of the wet fabric on my skin and they are adding to my rising excitement. Your fingers finally are undoing my bra, and I am beginning to feel very weak in the knees. You push me towards the bed, and when I feel the edge at the back of my knees, you just gently push me back onto the bed. You drink in the sight of me, on the crisp white duvet, in my red lace French knickers, and with a blush of excitement on my face. I beg you to take of your shirt, so I can feel your skin, and you give in this time, and let me undo the buttons of your shirt. I eagerly caress all the skin I can reach, but you distract me by at the same time returning your attention to my breasts. You are starting on them in earnest now, and are licking around the whole of my breast making ever decreasing circles. My nipples are feeling tight and impatient; they want to feel your tongue on them! And at last you reach my nipple and let your tongue lash it and flick it and then suck it into your mouth really hard. I arch my back to give you more of my breast to suck on but you just move your head back. My pussy is really getting wet now, and I am having a hard time keeping my legs still. Your hand is playing with my other nipple, twisting it and pinching it, then just lightly caressing it. I love every second of this, but am not feeling enough of your skin on mine! I try to pull you up to my face, to kiss you but you resist. You are again telling me to let you do what you want to do and not interfere; to just let you enjoy teasing and pleasing me! I acquiesce and let you do your worst. You move over and position your body at the middle of my thighs, effectively clamping my legs closed by going to sit on top of my thighs. You let your hands trail from my breasts to my waist, loving the curve of my body. Your hands then move from my hips to my thighs, and I am trying to move my legs a little to.... give you better access to where I want you to go. You stubbornly refuse to take any notice of my hints and keep my legs enclosed between your strong thighs, and just do what you want to do. And I love it. Your hands stroke my legs, but you carefully refrain from coming anywhere near my pussy. Your fingers come tantalisingly close, but you go around all of the skin that is covered by my French knickers. And you refuse to slide your fingers underneath them... for now. You stroke over the top of my pussy mound, but don't touch my clit. I can smell my arousal by now, and I know you can and I am sure that my knickers are soaked with my juices. You love the smell of sex, and you like seeing me hot and in lust... good thing that is an easy thing to achieve with you around! Your hands come ever closer to my pussy and your fingers start to brush at the edges of the knickers. My legs are trembling with desire for you to just get on with it, and rip off my knickers and play with my pussy lips. But you know me too well, and you love bringing me to the edge of that orgasmic cliff and then let me teeter there for a little, because you know all too well how much better and deeper the orgasm is when it then finally comes. It would appear that this is the treat you have in store for me today. You keep a close eye on my face and when my heated blush spreads to my breasts you know I have reached a level of excitement that brings orgasm close. You still have not touched my pussy, and it is freely leaking my juices by now. You lean forward over my body, once again nibbling and biting my nipples, and making sure they are not feeling ignored and are helping to keep me excited. You then take pity on me, or else your own desire to see and touch my pussy is getting the better of you, because you move away from my thighs and your hands move to the inside of my thighs and across the inside up to the top of my knickers. And this time they are holding on to my knickers when they slide back down my thighs, and pull the knickers off with them. And still you tease me, by splaying your fingers out over my body when you do this, coming oh so very close to my pussy lips and yet not touching it at the same time! The knickers get flung into a corner of the room somewhere, but I am barely aware of it. I am very aware of the cooler air suddenly flowing over my wet pussy lips though. It is a pleasurable sensation and I open my legs a bit more. I can feel that my pussy is excited and opening up for you, in readiness for your hard cock and the fucking I know will follow. You move your head across my body, and your tongue traces a path to the top of my pussy. I tremble in anticipation; I love it when you lick me. Especially if you then start to play inside my pussy with your fingers, and if you want to send me to heaven, you will play with my ass at the same time. The only thing better would have to involve more people! You lick alongside my pussy, but not till after you have given a quick teasing flick of your tongue over my clit. My clit is by now grown and oh so sensitive, and it loves the long slow licks I know you are good at. But for now you are just teasing it, just to make sure it is not feeling left out. Your hand is still playing with my nipple, and all of this just feels so good! At last your fingers start playing with my pussy, stroking it a little while your tongue still dances around the edges. I can do little else but lie back and you can tell from my sighs and my moans that I approve of what you are doing. I am not sure I am still capable of coherent thought at this point. I am so hot, so wet and so in need of your hard cock; I want to feel it slam into my pussy! "No gorgeous, not yet." you say, reading my need from how wet I am, from how I move, from simply knowing me so well. Ooohhh... you slid one finger into me.. My pussy clamps onto it, trying to stop it leaving! But I am so wet, that you slide your finger in and out very easily. You finger-fuck me with one finger for a few moments, and then add a finger. This makes the feeling much more intense for me, and you love seeing how your big long thick fingers slide in and out my cunt. My pussy is red from excitement, and literally dripping my juices down the crack to my bum. You smear some of it around my ass, and I love feeling your fingers explore around my asshole. Your tongue is now playing with my clit, and you make the long slow strokes that will bring me to orgasm very quickly. But just as you think I get too close, you stop licking - making me moan in disappointment - and just add a 3rd finger to the 2 that are already fucking my pussy. Ohhh that feels so good, but I am eager to feel fuller and feel your hard cock in me. You take away the hand that was still playing with my nipples, and start to undo your trousers. I realise this at some point and help you tug them off, even if that means you have to stop finger-fucking me for a moment. Your cock loves the feeling of freedom and bounces right up to your navel. It is dripping some pre-cum, and I adore seeing that. It tells me that you are just as excited as I am, and I love licking it off your cock. But you keep it away from me, partly because you want to do this today on your terms, and partly because you are so excited that you think you might cum if I slide my lips over your cock. So you return your attentions to my pussy, once again sliding 3 fingers into me. You are trying to put a 4th finger in, and your thumb is teasing my asshole at the same time. "Ahhhhh yesssss" is all I can say because you are still licking my clit and playing with my nipples at the same time. You can tell from the movement of my hips that my orgasm is close now and again you stop! You are sooo mean! You tell me to stretch my arms and legs out, so I am spread-eagled on the bed. You find some of my scarves and tie me to the bed. This alone has me close to cumming; you have never done this before. To complete it you find the airline blindfold that is lurking in my underwear drawer and put it over my head. You are definitely feeling playful today. Nice! I can hear you open a drawer and am guessing you are getting something out of our toy box, but I can only guess, as I can't see what you are doing. You refuse to tell me what you are pulling out when I ask, and therefore I jump at the touch of the cool plastic to my hot and wet pussy lips. This not being able to see is adding a whole new level of sensations and excitement! You push the egg into me, and I realise what you are doing. It feels good to have it in my pussy, and I can't wait for you to turn it on. Your breath is tantalising close to my clit, but you don't touch me, you just look at me. If I could see you I would be able to see that special hot smile you have during our playtimes. I can hear you rummaging in the toy box a bit more, and am curious to find what you are going to find in there now. It is not long before I find out because after some more sucking and biting on my nipples you put my nipple rings on them. They are really tight and I catch my breath. You know me well enough by now that I can take that pain, and that it turns into a pleasurable feeling in just a moment. I feel your body move off the bed, but you are not telling me what you are doing, and then I can hear the door open... What are you doing, I am lying here on the bed, and you walk away?? Leaving me tied to the bed, with my nipples being pinched by the nipple rings and the egg in my pussy?? I can hear you going downstairs (what are you up to?) Ohhh.. halfway down the stairs you finally turn on the egg; I cannot help but squeal a little at that and immediately I am more than a little distracted by the feelings in my nipples and pussy! It is not long before you come back up, but I have no idea what you did or why. And when I ask, you tell me "Sshhhhh, wait and find out..." Then I hear you take your jeans off, and you are moving around in the bedroom. You tell me I look so hot and so sexy with my body stretched out on the bed, with my nipples being stimulated by the rings, and with my dripping pussy in full view. Then I hear something that explains what you went off to go do: I hear your camera click! You are taking photographs! I am so excited that all it would take to push me over the edge to orgasm is a feather light touch of your fingers or tongue anywhere on my body! However, you are not obliging me, and just keep taking pictures. I find it incredibly arousing not knowing what exactly you are going to do next, or knowing exactly what you are recording with your camera. And what will you do with these pictures? Then I feel your body on the mattress, and the vibrating egg suddenly stops. A disappointed moan escapes my lips, and you use that opportunity to place your dripping cock to my lips. I eagerly open my mouth, but you again refuse to co-operate. You just leave the tip of your cock on my lips, and the best I can do is lick the drooling pre-cum off your hot cock. I can hear the camera click away while I do that. I can't wait to see what the pictures look like! You pull your cock back away from me, telling me that if you let me continue it won't be long before you shoot your load of cum all over my face and in my mouth. I tell you I want you to, but as before, you have other plans! You bend over I guess, because suddenly I feel your tongue on my clit, and I tell you it will only be a minute before I cum if you keep doing that! You keep going though, and within seconds I am cumming so hard that I almost lose consciousness for a moment or two. You keep up the licking of my clit and the manipulation of my pussy, but gently in order to let me come down from this high. I hear you take more photographs, and say how hot this is. Once I have recovered a bit and find my voice again, I tell you: "Fuck me! NOW!" Yet you ignore me, and instead you pull out the egg. Ahhh.. that feels good too. I guess I am still on a high because I can feel the excitement rise again. I think you will now fuck me, because your body moves over mine and I can feel your torso scrape across my nipples -- which feel like they are on fire by now. You ask me if I want you to remove the rings, but I say:" No, leave them for now, it still feels good! Just fuck me! Please??" And fuck me you do.... But not with your hot hard cock, which must be close to exploding by now. No, it turns out you are going to fuck me with my new vibrator. Ooohhhh.. that feels so good sliding into my pussy, and I am so turned on by the fact that you are doing this, instead of me playing with it by myself. You move it around a bit, and spread the juice that is still leaking out of me around my whole pussy and across my ass too. For a moment I think you are going to penetrate my ass with the vibrator, but you move it away again, and then I feel it slide into my pussy again. And again and again. It is not long before I scream and cum again. I beg you to fuck me, but you are steadfastly ignoring me. Well, sort of. You get off the bed and remove the scarves that tied me to the bed. You tell me to leave the blindfold on though. You tell me to lie still, and after some manoeuvring you have it so that your mouth can reach my clit and pussy, but I can just reach your cock which is dangling above my mouth, dripping some of your pre-cum into my mouth. You tell me to lick it off, and to suck you gently. At last I get a chance to make you feel as good as you did me! Eagerly -- yet slowly at the same time I take you into my mouth, and you feel so good in my mouth. And I love hearing the sharp intake of breath you take when you feel the heat of my mouth around your rock-hard cock. I love the taste of you, and enjoy giving you pleasure so that is what I set about doing. You let me love you with my mouth, and are not yet distracted enough to stop licking my clit and pussy. I can even hear you take more pictures, but still I cannot see of what exactly! However my range of movement is limited in this position so for a brief moment I let you slip out of my mouth and ask if we can roll over, so that you are lying on your back, and I can then be much more creative in sucking you and licking you all over. You happily agree, and I place my pussy over your face, and set about trying to get the last drop of cum out of your hard cock. You tell me you don't want to cum in my mouth, you want to cum in my pussy. Hmm.. we'll see, I quite like to suck you till you cum in my mouth, but you rarely let me.