And I was happy to oblige you. First, I carefully covered your middle with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the dark, still with no musical theme of my intentions. Next, I helped you take off your clothing. This was n't soft with the blindfold in property screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it look graceful. Then, clad only in the white lacing scanty you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a hard - but not uncomfortable - wooden chair. Finally, after taking a minute to admire your perfective, picket, smooth skin, I carefully guide your arms behind you, and with silk chasteness, bind them securely to the dorsum of your chairman. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet motionlessness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handiwork and your almost-naked organic structure in the dim lighting, my eyes lingering on the hardening flesh in the front line of your scanty telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as much as I am. A few here and now past as I 'm lost in the curve of your body, your impertinent boob and hard nipples, and I see you shiver in expectation, the secretiveness clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare shoulder joint. It is n't cold in here but I can feel goose bump under my jot. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my lip on your articulatio humeri, kissing your perfect skin from your shoulder to make out as you tilt your top dog away from me in a subservient motion baring more of your cervix to my attentions. My flop hired hand makes its way down smooth categorical stomach to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your length through the panty. Your unadulterated back talk part slightly and I hear a quiet but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your physical structure, my leave hand strokes over your dresser, tracing lazy roach around your ring of color. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your neck, my hot breath playing over your expose skin. I take your earlobe into my mouth and rally it with my teeth. Sliding my manus under the waistband of your scanty, I free your throbbing cock, softly playing my work force up and down your duration. Catching a drop cloth of your precum on my index number finger, I bring it to your loose back talk and place it at your lips, and you greedily take my figure into your mouth. I reward you with my left helping hand, pinching your nipple and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your back talk and stead my unexpended hand on your penis, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke full length of your hammer. You arch your rear for me, and I take this invitation to slip my right hand down the vertebral column of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index number finger, slip with your spittle, slideway between your nerve and teases your tight mess, gently applying insistence but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my pace, stroking your prick more urgently. You struggle against your bonds, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful figure. I hear your breathing quicken and palpate your trunk start to quiver.

I smile to myself, and need my hired man from your cock, and my sass 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 finger's breadth from the book binding of your underwear, and start to prepare my first surprise for you : a pocket-size vibrating silicon plug, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my left hand on the minor of your back, and you take the clue, leaning forward as lots as the restraints will tolerate and presenting your rear to me. I pull aside your skimpy scanty and land the tip of the stopper to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the burst out head enters you, and the cud slides into topographic point, the slender cable television leading out to a control in the palm of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and lean closer to your chair, 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 simpleness. With one paw I start to toy with your nipples again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attentions are invoking. With my early hand I take custody of your cock and start to stroke you slowly, in metre with the vibrations of the hack. I lean over your shoulder, and office my backtalk over your mouth and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to tremor as the subtle gyrations of your body gain tread and you start to tense up once more.

I slow my yard 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 restraints tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your seat as the silk ties get promiscuous, your hard stopcock disclosing your intentions. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one helping hand lowered to my privates, feeling the hardness of my putz through my thin underwear.

We kiss again with urgency and cacoethes, my manus gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your heavily cock trapped between us. I break the kiss, and pull down your underwear, dropping them to the floor. You do the Same to me, and I place my script on your pelvic arch and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the binding of the president, my heavy prick pressing between your spread cheeks against the al-Qaida of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and kiss your neck as I grip the radical of the quid and start to overstretch it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your hole as the al-Qaeda slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself way to position the caput of my peter against your well-lubed and waiting entree. You moan loudly, and I stroke your cock as I slowly press the tip of my length into your tight hole. breathing heavily, I push forward until my unit length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a moment to aline to my severely peter filling you. I start to stroke you faster as I draw out and push back in, building up to a truelove rhythm, my powerful body thrusting into you.

My other manus wanders to your chest, rubbing a teat between my fingers, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your soused fix is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you loyal. I tense up and catch one's breath harder, pinching you hard now, increasing my pace. I low-spirited my hand from your bureau to your stomach and pull up you forcefully towards me, my rooster pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder - not hard enough to draw profligate, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to climax deep inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though soused against you, you finally turn over your own orgasm, and shoot rophy of sticky semen all up your stomach and chest.

Panting, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and cargo area you around the waistline until I catch my breather, our underwear, and props littering the flooring around us .