And I was well-chosen to obligate you. First, 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 purpose. following, I helped you consume off your vesture. This was n't easy with the blindfold in place screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it reckon elegant. Then, clad only in the white lace pantie you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a backbreaking - but not uncomfortable - wooden chair. Finally, after taking a minute to look up to your perfect tense, pale, tranquil skin, I carefully guide your weapons system behind you, and with silk restraints, bind them securely to the back of your death chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handcraft and your almost-naked body in the dim lighting, my oculus lingering on the hardening shape in the front of your panties telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as much as I am. A few bit past as I 'm lost in the curves of your organic structure, your pert breast and laborious tit, 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 shoulders. It is n't stale in here but I can feel gooseflesh under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my mouth on your shoulder, kissing your perfect skin from your shoulder to neck as you tilt your head away from me in a subservient gesture baring more of your neck to my care. My properly hand makes its way down smooth two-dimensional tum to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your duration through the panties. Your complete lips part slightly and I hear a smooth but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your dead body, my left helping hand strokes over your chest, tracing otiose traffic circle around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your restraint as I kiss up your neck, my hot hint playing over your uncovered skin. I take your earlobe into my oral fissure and tease it with my teeth. Sliding my hand under the sash of your step-in, I free your throbbing hammer, softly playing my bridge player up and down your duration. Catching a dip of your precum on my indicant digit, I bring it to your open mouth and position it at your lips, and you greedily get my digit into your mouth. I reward you with my go out hand, pinching your pap and eliciting a groan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your oral fissure and place my leave behind hand on your appendage, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke good length of your dick. You arch your back for me, and I take this invitation to sneak my right hand down the backrest of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slip with your spit, chute between your cheeks and teases your tight hole, gently applying press but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my tread, stroking your cock more urgently. You struggle against your adherence, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful figure. I hear your respiration quicken and sense your body start to quiver.

I smile to myself, and acquire my hand from your dick, and my back talk from your ear. As your eagerly awaited orgasm recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and whisper quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my fingerbreadth from the back of your underclothing, and set out to prepare my firstly surprisal for you : a small vibrating silicon plug, now coated and glistening with lubricating substance. I place my pull up stakes hand on the small of your back, and you take the hint, leaning forward as a good deal as the constraint will allow and presenting your rear to me. I pull aside your skimpy step-in and bring the tip of the plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whine, the flare up principal enters you, and the plug slides into post, the slender cable leading out to a control in the palm of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and lean closer to your chairperson, still kneeling behind you. With a shift, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk restraints. With one bridge player I start to toy with your mammilla again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attentions are invoking. With my other hand I take hold of your cock and start to stroke you slowly, in time with the quiver of the plug. I lean over your shoulder, and place my backtalk over your mouth and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quiver as the insidious gyration of your body hit pace and you start to strain once more.

I slow my pace and grow off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and kiss you on the cheek while I start to undo the restraint tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your tail as the silk ties get open, your hard pecker disclosing your intentions. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one hand lowered to my crotch, feeling the hardness of my shaft through my fragile underwear.

We kiss again with importunity and passion, my deal gripping your ass through your pantie and pulling you to me, your severely pecker trapped between us. I break the kiss, and pull down your underwear, dropping them to the floor. You do the like to me, and I place my hands on your rose hip and whirl you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the book binding of the hot seat, my hard pecker pressing between your scatter impertinence against the base of the chaw still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and snog your neck as I grip the Base of the spark plug and start to pull it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your pickle as the fundament slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself room to emplacement the head of my pecker 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 cockeyed hole. Breathing heavily, I push forward until my completely duration is buried inside you. For a instant, we 're still while I give you a present moment to adjust to my hard cock filling you. I start to stroke you loyal as I draw out and push back in, building up to a unfaltering rhythm, my muscular organic structure thrusting into you.

My other helping hand wanders to your chest, rubbing a nipple between my fingers, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your tight hole is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you truehearted. I tense up and breathe harder, pinching you concentrated now, increasing my pace. I crushed my handwriting from your chest to your belly and pull out you forcefully towards me, my cock pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder joint - not hard enough to suck rakehell, but hard enough for you to palpate it - as I start to climax deep inside you. Still squeezing your shaft, though tight against you, you finally strive your own sexual climax, and shoot ropes of pasty semen all up your stomach and chest.

Panting, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and hold you around the waist until I catch my breath, our underclothes, and prop littering the flooring around us .