And I was happy to oblige you. showtime, I carefully covered your optic with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the darkness, still with no thought of my intentions. side by side, I helped you assume off your clothing. This was n't easy with the blindfold in place screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your assuredness and made it look graceful. Then, clad only in the white lacing panty you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a severely - but not uncomfortable - wooden hot seat. Finally, after taking a minute to admire your perfect, picket, smooth tegument, I carefully channelise your arms behind you, and with silk constraint, hold fast them securely to the cover of your chairwoman. 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 consistence in the dim lighting, my eyes lingering on the hardening shape in the front man of your step-in 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 chest and hard nipples, and I see you shiver in expectation, the secrecy clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare shoulders. It is n't common cold in here but I can feel goosebumps under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my rim on your shoulder, kissing your perfect hide from your shoulder to neck as you tilt your head away from me in a submissive gesture baring more of your neck to my attentions. My flop hired man makes its way down placid flat stomach to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your length through the panty. Your perfect back talk part slightly and I hear a smooth but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your body, my left paw shot over your bureau, tracing otiose band around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your neck, my hot hint playing over your uncovered skin. I take your ear lobe into my backtalk and rally it with my teeth. Sliding my hand under the waistband of your scanty, I free your throbbing dick, softly playing my handwriting up and down your length. Catching a drop of your precum on my power finger, I bring it to your opened mouth and shoes it at your lips, and you greedily remove my finger's breadth into your sassing. I reward you with my left hand, pinching your mamilla and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your sass and place my left-hand hand on your penis, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke good length of your pecker. You arch your back for me, and I take this invitation to slip my rightfield hand down the back of your underclothes. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slipperiness with your saliva, slides between your impudence and teaser your tight mess, gently applying pressure but not committing. I nybble harder at your ear and increase my pace, stroking your cock more urgently. You struggle against your adhesiveness, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful finger's breadth. I hear your external respiration quicken and finger your consistence set forth to quiver.

I smile to myself, and carry my handwriting from your cock, and my mouth 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 from the dorsum of your underwear, and start to prepare my first surprise for you : a humble vibrating silicon plug, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my left hand on the small of your binding, and you take the jot, leaning forward as much as the constraint will allow and presenting your rear to me. I pull aside your skimpy pantie and add the tip of the plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whine, the flare up top dog enters you, and the hype slides into place, the slender cable leading out to a control in the thenar of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and lean stuffy 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 restraints. With one hand I start to toy with your mamilla again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my care are invoking. With my former hand I take clasp of your cock and take up to stroke you slowly, in time with the vibe of the plug. I lean over your shoulder, and place my lips over your mouth and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quiver as the elusive rotation of your body gain pace and you start to tense up once more.

I slow my pace and turn off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and kiss you on the impertinence while I start to loosen the chasteness tying your hand to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your place as the silk ties get liberal, your grueling turncock disclosing your aim. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one bridge player lowered to my private parts, feeling the hardness of my cock through my thin underwear.

We kiss again with urging and mania, my manus gripping your ass through your panty and pulling you to me, your hard cock trapped between us. I break the kiss, and pull down your underclothing, dropping them to the floor. You do the same to me, and I place my hands on your hips and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the rachis of the chair, my hard putz pressing between your bedspread 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 ballyhoo and start to pull it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your yap as the base slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a lilliputian, giving myself elbow room to position the fountainhead of my stopcock against your well-lubed and waiting entrance. You moan loudly, and I stroke your tool as I slowly press the tip of my length into your mingy maw. Breathing heavily, I push forward until my wholly length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a moment to adjust to my severe tool filling you. I start to stroke you faster as I draw out and crusade back in, building up to a steadily rhythm, my powerful consistence thrusting into you.

My other hand wanders to your bureau, 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 faster. I tense up and respire harder, pinching you hard now, increasing my pace. I abject my manus from your bureau 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 take up roue, but hard enough for you to sense it - as I start to culminate abstruse inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though tight against you, you finally pass on your own coming, and shoot ropes of sticky semen all up your stomach and chest.

Panting, and spent, I kiss you on the cervix and hold you around the waist until I catch my hint, our underwear, and props littering the trading floor around us .