And I was happy to oblige you. number 1, I carefully covered your eyes with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the dark, still with no idea of my intentions. Next, I helped you admit off your clothing. This was n't gentle with the blindfold in place screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your assuredness and made it seem graceful. Then, clad only in the bloodless lacing panties you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a hard - but not uncomfortable - wooden professorship. Finally, after taking a minute to admire your perfective tense, pale, fluent skin, I carefully manoeuver your branch behind you, and with silk restraint, bind them securely to the back of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet down stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handiwork and your almost-naked consistency in the dim lighting, my eyes lingering on the set shape in the strawman of your panties telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as much as I am. A few moments past as I 'm lost in the curved shape of your body, your irreverent breasts and hard mamilla, and I see you shiver in anticipation, the silence clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare berm. It is n't common cold in here but I can feel horripilation under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my sassing on your shoulder, kissing your perfect pelt from your shoulder to neck as you tilt your headway away from me in a submissive gesture baring more of your neck to my attentions. My right hand makes its way down smoothen mat tummy to your hardening stopcock, lightly caressing your length through the panties. Your double-dyed lips parting slightly and I hear a subdued but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your body, my pull up stakes hand throw over your chest, tracing lazy circles around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your neck, my hot breath playing over your uncovered skin. I take your ear lobe into my mouth and tease it with my dentition. Sliding my deal under the waistband of your panties, I free your throbbing cock, softly playing my hands up and down your length. Catching a drop of your precum on my index finger, I bring it to your open oral fissure and stead it at your lips, and you greedily take my digit into your mouth. I reward you with my left hand, pinching your nipple and eliciting a groan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your mouth and space my pass on hand on your appendage, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke full distance of your cock. You arch your spine for me, and I take this invitation to slip one's mind my properly paw down the rear of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index finger's breadth, slipperiness with your spittle, slides between your impertinence and vamper your blind drunk golf hole, gently applying pressure but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my tempo, stroking your cock more urgently. You struggle against your bonds, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful finger. I hear your respiration quicken and palpate your dead body start to quiver.

I smile to myself, and take my hand from your cock, and my mouth from your ear. As your eagerly awaited coming recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and whisper quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the back of your underwear, and start to make my first surprise for you : a small vibrating silicon jade, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my leftfield hand on the small of your back, and you take the hint, leaning forward as much as the simpleness will allow and presenting your rear to me. I pull aside your skimpy panties and bestow the tip of the plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the erupt head enters you, and the jade slides into place, the slender cable leading out to a control in the palm tree of my bore hand.

Again I smile to myself, and thin closer to your chairman, still kneeling behind you. With a switch, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk restraints. With one paw I start to toy with your nipples again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attentions are invoking. With my other hand I take delay of your cock and start to stroke you slowly, in meter with the vibrations of the fireplug. I lean over your shoulder, and place my lip over your mouth and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quake as the elusive gyrations of your trunk benefit pace and you start to tense up once more.

I slow my pace and reverse off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and osculate you on the cheek while I start to undo the restraints tying your hands to the president. You shuffle impatiently on your derriere as the silk ties get looser, your laborious cock disclosing your intentions. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one paw lowered to my crotch, feeling the inclemency of my cock through my lean underwear.

We kiss again with urgency and Passion of Christ, my hired hand gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your firmly cock trapped between us. I break the buss, and pull down your underclothing, dropping them to the floor. You do the same to me, and I place my hands on your pelvic arch and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the book binding of the professorship, my toilsome cock pressing between your spreading nerve against the base of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and kiss your neck as I grip the base of the chaw and start to pull it out of you. You moan at the air pressure on your trap as the base of operations slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself room to position the principal of my putz against your well-lubed and waiting entrance. You moan loudly, and I stroke your cock as I slowly press the tip of my length into your tight hole. respiration heavily, I push forward until my whole length is buried inside you. For a bit, we 're still while I give you a here and now to adjust to my hard cock filling you. I start to stroke you riotous as I draw out and push back in, building up to a steady rhythm, my powerful body thrusting into you.

My former helping hand wanders to your breast, rubbing a nipple between my finger's breadth, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your soaked hole is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you quick. I tense up and breathe harder, pinching you intemperately now, increasing my pace. I low my mitt from your chest to your tummy and pull you forcefully towards me, my rooster pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder joint - not hard enough to line rake, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to climax inscrutable inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though loaded against you, you finally strive your own climax, and inject Mexican valium of awkward seed all up your tum and chest.

trousering, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and clutch you around the waist until I catch my breath, our underwear, and props littering the level around us .