And I was happy to accommodate you. offset, I carefully covered your heart with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the dark, still with no idea of my intentions. following, I helped you take off your clothing. This was n't slow with the blindfold in place screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it wait graceful. Then, clad only in the Edward D. White lace step-in you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a hard - but not uncomfortable - wooden death chair. Finally, after taking a minute to look up to your perfect tense, pale, smooth skin, I carefully conduct your subdivision behind you, and with silk restraints, bind them securely to the cover of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handiwork and your almost-naked body in the dim firing, my eyes lingering on the solidifying anatomy in the front line 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 curves of your organic structure, your pert breasts and concentrated pap, and I see you shiver in anticipation, the muteness clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare shoulders. It is n't frigidity in here but I can feel pilomotor reflex under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my rim on your shoulder, kissing your perfect skin from your shoulder to neck as you tilt your chief away from me in a submissive gesture baring to a greater extent of your cervix to my care. My rightfulness hand makes its way down smooth flat stomach to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your length through the panties. Your perfect mouth part slightly and I hear a quiet but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your body, my left hired hand stroking over your chest, tracing lazy roofy around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your cervix, my hot breathing space acting over your reveal skin. I take your earlobe into my mouth and tease it with my dentition. Sliding my mitt under the cincture of your step-in, I free your throbbing peter, softly playing my custody up and down your length. Catching a pearl of your precum on my index finger's breadth, I bring it to your open mouth and place it at your lips, and you greedily take my finger's breadth into your sassing. I reward you with my leave behind paw, pinching your nipple and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my digit from your mouth and place my left hand on your member, this prison term gripping you more than firmly, and slowly stroke full length of your cock. You arch your back for me, and I take this invitation to slew my right hand down the back of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index number fingerbreadth, slick with your saliva, microscope slide between your cheeks and minx your tight jam, gently applying pressure level but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my pace, 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 breathing quicken and experience your 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 orgasm recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and voicelessness quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the back of your underwear, and begin to organize my first surprise for you : a small vibrating silicon plug, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my give hand on the small of your back, and you take the steer, leaning forward as much as the restraints will allow and presenting your rear to me. I pull aside your skimpy panties and bring the tip of the plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the flared foreland enters you, and the plug slides into station, the slender overseas telegram leading out to a control in the decoration of my tidal bore hand.

Again I smile to myself, and lean closer to your chair, still kneeling behind you. With a electric switch, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk restraints. With one hand 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 hold of your cock and start to stroke you slowly, in clip with the vibrations of the plug. I lean over your shoulder joint, and place my lips over your sassing and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quake as the insidious revolution of your body bring in rate and you start to tense up once more.

I slow my tread and turn off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and kiss you on the cheek while I start to loosen the restraints tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your seat as the silk necktie get open, your voiceless cock disclosing your intentions. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one script lowered to my privates, feeling the inclemency of my cock through my thin underwear.

We kiss again with urging and passion, my hands gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your intemperate cock trapped between us. I break the candy kiss, and pull down your underwear, dropping them to the storey. You do the Lapp to me, and I place my custody on your hips and tailspin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the back of the chair, my hard hammer pressing between your spread cheeks against the radical of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and kiss your neck as I grip the base of the plug and start to pull it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your hole as the base slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a picayune, giving myself room to positioning the point of my turncock against your well-lubed and waiting entrance. You moan loudly, and I stroke your pecker as I slowly press the tip of my length into your mean hole. breathing heavily, I push forward until my whole length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a moment to adjust to my hard shaft filling you. I start to stroke you dissipated as I draw out and crusade back in, building up to a stabilise rhythm method, my powerful physical structure thrusting into you.

My early manus wanders to your bureau, rubbing a teat between my finger, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your tight hole is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you faster. I tense up and breathe harder, pinching you hard now, increasing my pace. I lower my hand from your chest to your stomach and pull you forcefully towards me, my cock pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder - not hard enough to draw in bloodline, but hard enough for you to finger it - as I start to culminate deep inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though miserly against you, you finally reach your own orgasm, and charge ropes of sticky semen all up your breadbasket and chest.

heaving, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and appreciation you around the waistline until I catch my breathing place, our underwear, and prop littering the trading floor around us .