Stacy was driving over for our usual 7:00 a.m.weekend dalliance. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed with legs that go on forever, and large, sensitive breasts. Normally I have her drive through the gate and park inside, but this particular morning I told her to park outside and call me.
She did so. I met her outside, had her close her eyes and guided her into my yard. I took her things, laid them on the patio pool table, and we began deep French kissing in the cold air. Her breasts are magnificent, and I hungrily wanted to nibble on them, but first things first….
I asked to see the cuffs, and she pulled them out of her bag. Black fuzzy covered…just as I asked for. The cuffs were payoff for a bet we made – who could last the longest without masturbating since Stacy would be traveling. I had gotten a text the third night of her trip: “I lost BIG TIME!”
From our chat last night, I could tell she was excited. She called from the adult store and sent a picture of the cuffs. She had never before been restrained.
Standing outside, at the entrance to the patio, I secured one cuff to her right wrist and smiled. She had no idea what was happening….
I reached up to a chain I had attached to the patio ceiling, looped the cuffs through it, and secured her left hand. Both hands were now stretched up over her head and cuffed to the chain. Her breasts wonderfully protruded forward through her blouse, and her nipples were fully erect from the cold morning air.
I turned her around and she suddenly saw the full-length mirror leaning against my truck. She was staring at herself, clothed and cuffed to the patio. Such a sight! As she looked in the mirror, I moved behind her and started kissing her neck. She watched in the mirror as my hands slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, starting at the bottom. With two buttons left, I suddenly ripped her blouse open, remaining buttons flying away. A quick gasp escaped her lips as her hips subconsciously pushed back against me.
Staring in the mirror, she watched my hands glide across her abdomen, caress her skin, move up below her bra and cup her breasts. Her breath began to quicken as she watches the events unfold in the mirror, a pair of hands unfastening the front of her bra, lips pulling on her lobes, teeth nibbling on her neck.
With her hands tied above her head, her breasts were lifted up and forward, erotically begging for attention. I began fondling her breasts from behind, brushing my lips across the back of her neck, her bra dangling from her immobile arms. I caressed my fingers across her lips and she suckled my fingers into her mouth. With my fingers wet with saliva, I began pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her head immediately arched back in pleasure.
Stacy started to moan, her thighs pressing together to relieve the pressure in her loins.
I circled around in front of her, knelt down, rolled her shorts and panties down her legs, and began kissing her shaved mound. I lightly licked around her already swelling lips, teasing by getting close to her pleasure button but never quite touching it. I pulled her lips apart and breathed into her. My hot breath was a stark contrast to the cold air, and she cooed softly.
I had her step out of her panties and shorts, and pushed her legs apart. I had earlier tied some soft, thick cloth rope to two pillars at the opposite end of the patio. I pushed her legs open a bit wider, and tied a rope to each ankle, ensuring she could not close those legs again until I was done.
I let her stare at herself unfettered a moment longer in the mirror before beginning to devour her. She gazed at her hands cuffed above her, breasts and erect nipples protruding from a disheveled, open blouse, legs stretched wide open and tied at the ankles, and her pussy now purple, full and swollen.
Her moans were becoming louder…she began to squat slightly in response to her knees becoming weak from the pleasure. I reached over to the pool table behind her, grabbed a waiting vibrator, and ever so slowly began to drag it up her calves, around the back of her knees, and up her inner thighs while I suckled and licked her clit.
The feel of the vibrator climbing towards her lips, only to veer away at the last moment, was creating a sense of anticipation that she rarely had the pleasure to experience.
I held her swollen nub gently between my teeth and flicked my tongue over the tip of her clit. I could feel her body shaking, hear her moans, and I squeezed her thighs with my hands as I pulled her against my mouth. I glanced up and saw her staring in the mirror. Her eyes would squeeze tightly shut for a moment, but then open wide and stare at her pleasure unfolding in a way she had never been privy to.
I reached around, began to finger her ass (she had told me she wanted to have her first anal experience), pushed the vibrator deep inside her drenched pussy, and suckled her clit. I could feel her build-up and clench down on the vibrator. As her breathing quickened and she would begin to climax, I would pull away, leaving her to whimper, to whisper “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
Her body was visibly trembling, her breathing deep, and her voice hoarse. I reached up and fondled her nipples while I slowly flicked my tongue across her clit.
A loud moan escaped her as she moaned “You pinching my nipples is going right to my clit! Babe, please give me my orgasm!”
I slid two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, fucked her with my hand while I sucked her now incredible large and swollen clit. Her breathing quickened – she was near the edge. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and slid one finger right up her ass.
She wasn’t expecting this and let out a gasp. I looked up and saw her eyes and mouth wide open, staring at herself in the mirror. A low, delayed moan escaped her open mouth, her eyes closed and she only said “Yesss!”
Her moans turned into a scream as she watched me devouring her in the mirror, my finger penetrating her ass, giving her a new, unfamiliar pleasure. Her legs started violently shaking against their restraints, her thighs trying fruitlessly to close against my head.
Her orgasm was explosive, her scream of release was almost indecent in its magnitude. Her climax rolled through her body in waves, drenching my tongue and face with her juices. One last spasm and her body suddenly went rigid and then limp. She hung there by the cuffs, her legs so weak that she was holding tightly to the chain looped through the cuffs.
Her hair was matted with perspiration, her body glistening as well. “Oh fuck…that was amazing,” she whispered hoarsely. “I can barely stand; my legs are rubber!” she said breathlessly.
I smiled at her, took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, sliding my hands under her damp hair to the back of her neck. I lifted her hair and she moaned at the sensuous act. “Do you need to get the weight off your legs?” I asked.
“Yes, please! I’m spent. I can barely stand!” I smiled and moved behind her. “Look in the mirror,” I said.
She lifted her head, and through the damp, hanging strands of blond hair, looked into the mirror. “Oh god that looks amazing!” she said as she saw the head of my cock slide between her legs from behind and across her glistening, swollen pussy.
“Let me help you get the load off,” I said as I pulled my cock back and with deliberation slid it into her wet hotness. I pushed upwards, transferring the weight of her body onto my shaft. I felt her bear down on me, and she let her head hang limply forward as Stacy let out a long, guttural moan.
I pumped into her, lifting her slightly with every thrust, feeling myself penetrate deep inside her. I could feel her wetness once again begin to flow, dripping out of her lips onto my cock, running down my balls and finally dripping onto the pavement. The wet spot on the concrete was undeniable.
Stacy lost control and grabbed onto the chain above for support. She lifted herself up and down on my cock, at least as far as her leg restraints would allow. Through clenched teeth, Stacy grunted “What are you doing to me! Fuuck mee! Goddamit fuuuck me harder! I’m going to cum again…ugghh!”
Stacy lifted her head and with wild eyes stared into the mirror. She couldn’t believe the person in the mirror was herself – wet, wild blond hair covering her face and slapping against her shoulders with every upward thrust. The knuckles on her hands were white from her death grip on the chain, her body slightly bent forward, breasts protruding and bobbing up and down, her blouse now soaked with sweat, stuck to her body.
“Grab me harder! Fuck me, oh jeez don’t stop, make me cum…take it from me!!” I dug my hands into the flesh of her hips and lifted her up and pushed down with every upward thrust of my cock. Stacy could barely stand, legs quivering, body shaking as she tried to expel her orgasm.
“Ohhhh,ugghh, fuuuck!” Stacy screamed as another orgasm hit with unfamiliar intensity and velocity. Her body bucked and fettered, her ass pushed back against me, her pussy squeezing my cock with every spasm of her orgasm. One final scream and Stacy went limp again, deep inhalations as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, the ground below us was wet with her juices and our combined sweat.
I simply held her tight for a moment, before I pulled out. I untied the belts, released the cuffs, and she melted into my arms, legs still shaking. Through heavy breath Stacy rambled on, “That wasn’t me in the mirror, it wasn’t me. I can’t believe it was me. It was me though. God, what did you do to me?”
She started laughing with a hint of a sob as well. I held her tight and she buried her face into my shoulder, letting me support her body. “Oh jeez, oh jeezuz, I’ve never had an orgasm like that. I can barely stand! I’m crying from the intensity!”
I moved Stacy towards the pool table, lifted her and sat her on the edge. I helped her lie back onto the table. Her pale body looked amazing against the red felt table top. Her eyes were shut tight as she continued to breathe deeply, her hands resting on her abdomen.
I walked around the table, caressing her skin, dragging my nails up and down her thighs and arms, kissing various parts of her body, indulging in tasting her perspiration.
Her eyes remained shut as she tried to slow her breathing down. She shivered slightly as the cold air took effect on the perspiration glistening over every inch of her skin.
“Let me get you inside and warm you up, Sexy woman.”
Stacy laughed. “You might have to carry me!” With that, I scooped her naked body up in my arms so suddenly she let out an animated whoop.
I carried her to my bed, laid her down gently and covered her up. “Be right back, Sexy. I want to bring the mirror in.” She nodded and buried herself under the covers.
When I returned with the mirror, Stacy was lying naked with the covers pulled back, rubbing her nipples with one hand and her pubic mound with her other, the cuffs still attached to one wrist.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but take me again,” she whispered hoarsely. I spread her legs and went down on her once more…she immediately began moaning, writhing…
I reach down behind the head of the bed, pulled up a rope I had secured, looped the cuffs though, and restrained her hands over her head one more time. “Wait, wait!” she said.
Instead, I climbed on top, slid my cock deep inside her swollen pussy and began to fuck her with nice, long, slow, hard strokes. Her consent to be my toy, to only receive pleasure, was given by her sighs.
I withdrew, pulled out a black satin mask, covered her eyes, and penetrated her one again. Sensory deprivation can be such a wonderful thing! I could tell she was beginning to peak again. I withdrew once more, and climbed off the bed. Blindfolded, she could not see where I was or what I was doing.
I reached down and took hold of two straps tied to the feet of the bed. I spread her legs wide open, and secured each ankle with a belt. She was now laying there; legs tied open, hands cuffed over her head, blindfolded, and horny as hell.
I was controlling her orgasm and turning on her mind; her mind was in overdrive, and her orgasm belonged to me. The next 15 minutes of foreplay felt like hours. I licked every part of her body – feet, legs, hips, back of knees, the crook of her arms…every inch that had been neglected by previous lovers.
I nibbled on her body sharply, then kissed the nibbles. Her sighs and coos continued as my fingers dragged across her body, a myriad of light scratches, caresses, licks and kisses covering her body. Blindfolded, she didn’t know where she was to be touched next until it happened. The soft jazz playing in the background seemed to orchestrate the speed of our foreplay – slow, sensuous and deliberate.
I rubbed my body against her – friction from our thighs, our chests, and arms disappearing under the glistening perspiration that was forming on our heated bodies.
“Take me…please take me,” she murmured almost imperceptibly. Slowly, I climbed inside her, unfettered by her spread legs. Her body pulsed and I began pounding away almost savagely to keep in tune with the internal rhythm of her body. I reached for the Hitachi vibrator and laid that big powerful head on her clit as I fucked her….she screamed as she came instantly!
I untethered one leg, grabbed a small wedge-shaped pillow, and pushed it under her hips so her ass and pussy were saluting the ceiling. Since her clit was still too sensitive to touch, I donned a latex glove, dribbled lube on it, and began to anally fuck her with my finger…her moans were amazing, her face was portraying a different pleasure than I had seem from vaginal stimulation.
I took her anal vibrator and began sliding it in and out. Stacy was in a realm she hadn’t been before. Her squeals and moans, her writhing all told of the pleasure she had found from anal stimulation, and from the anticipation of me taking her ass.
“This is my ass, right Stacy?”
“Yes, it’s yours, it’s all yours! Please, please fuck my ass, take its virginity!” Stacy moaned breathlessly. “Take my mask off. I want to see your cock penetrate me!” I leaned forward and removed the mask, exposing two blue eyes – deep blue, filled with pleasure, excitement, and anticipation.
I ripped the glove off, slung her legs over my shoulders, donned a condom, and began to rub my thick, swollen cock against her ass.
Slowly, I guided my cock into her ass…it was so fucking hot and tight! I pushed gently, feeling her rhythm, paying attention to her slow acceptance of my cock. “Push against my cock,” I instructed. She did so, and my dick popped deep inside her.
She moaned louder. I kissed her as I began deliberately fucking her ass, whispering words of encouragement, words of satisfaction. “So…good! So…f-u-c-k-i-n-g good!” she cood. Her head tilted back and to the side, a different look of ecstasy appeared on her face – one of intensity, surprise, supreme delight.
“I didn’t know…I didn’t know how good!” she moaned. “Harder, faster!” I pumped her and slid the Hitachi up her thigh until it found her clit. The moment she felt it hit her clit, she let out a moan that I had never heard from her before. She pulled her own legs to her chest, exposing her ass to me even more.
“Stacy,” I said. “Remember we had talked about inviting someone else to join us? What if they were licking your clit right now, with my cock buried in your ass?”
The mental picture was all Stacy needed. She let out a scream, her face contorted in deep pleasure, her body spasmed with orgasm after orgasm, and I could feel a river of wetness hit the top of my cock, wetness pouring out of her pussy.
I could feel my build up begin, and pounded harder.
Her tightness gripping my cock was too much to bear.
“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!” I groaned.
“Cum all over my breasts! I want to spread it all over me and lick it off!” she screamed.
I pulled out, ripped the condom off and shot all over her belly and breasts. “Please, please, please, release my hands!” she begged.
I uncuffed her hands, and Stacy began her feast. She spread my white juice all over her breasts and began devouring it, licking her fingers, stretching white strands from her breasts to her mouth and slurping them up.
It was amazing, and I lay next to her, spent. I untied her legs and we lay together laughing, talking, and rubbing against each other. Light caresses, kisses, gently holding each other…such a contrast to the primal scene just played out.
But the friction began to heat us up, and Stacy began to deep throat me, gagging, never stopping….
I felt myself build up again, and told her I wanted to climb inside her pussy this time. “Fuck yeah,” was her response.
As I turned away, she pulled me back for some more fantastic deep throating before releasing me.
“Be right back.” I ran to the kitchen grabbed some ice, put it in my mouth, ran back to the bed, and went down on her, sliding the ice all over her pussy and inside her with my tongue.
The ice melted instantly, so I grabbed another and continued. “Oh my god, that feels amazing,” she managed to mutter between her moans. Once melted, I shoved my engorged cock deep inside her pussy, and we embraced tightly as we fucked each other silly.
She came first, and I followed instantly, cumming harder than the first time. The sensation and shock of sliding my cock past her ice-cold lips, and then into her molten pussy was too much… I thought my orgasm wasn’t going to stop!
As I pulled out, she looked at me and said, “Come here.” I crawled towards her and she sucked my cock clean of cum and her juices.
Stacy looked up at me with my dick in her mouth and gave me a mischievous smile. We climbed under the covers, sweaty and heaving, and simply held each other in silence, feeding off the heat from each other’s bodies, sliding into that comfortable after-sex-slumber, waiting for one or the other to wordlessly communicate their desire for more…always more.
