Leather & Lace, Co.
Chapter 14 - Dinner is Served
By the White Knight
I doubt that many people are hugged and kissed, in Lucinda's case, when they
arrive at work for the first time. However, this was exactly what happened as I
arrived at the Leather and Lace office on Monday morning. I was a bit tired
from the long flight out from the west coast and my body was still telling my
mind that it was only 7 o'clock in the morning despite the fact that my watch
read 10am. The knowledge that all of the partner's thought that this was the
place for me was exhilarating none the less. Regardless, I still was unsure if
this was the right move for me...
Then I saw her. She was walking directly away from me, oblivious to my return.
I had forgotten how statuesque she was and it all came back to me as I viewed
her long slim body striding gracefully about her business. Sharon was wearing a
pair of chambray colored slacks that while not being overly tight showed off the
charms of each lovely cheek. The bottoms of the pant legs ended in flared cuffs
that nearly covered her shoes. This peaked my interest, because her shoes were
of a style that I hadn't seen in years. They were brown with stacked heels that
were probably between three and four inches. The leather upper, which extended
up over her instep in the Quaker style, sported a decoration of gold chain. It
was the square cut toe of the shoe that made them so different. This design
made her size 7 feet appear even smaller and more delicate.
The partner's quieted down as they noticed that they hand lost my attention. I
could see each of them smiling at me in my peripheral vision and it made me
wonder. Were they using Sharon as the trap to bring me to L&L? Was she in
their minds the link pin that would irrevocably meld them to Stanton
Enterprises?
"Sharon", Lucinda called to the goddess across the room. She turned and then
froze. A small tremor seemed to pass through her. Eventually she smiled and
began walking towards me. Her creamy white top was a simple button down which
accentuated her breasts in a Town and Country sort of way. Whatever my new
partners reasoning, I couldn't imagine a sweeter trap.
Standing hesitantly in front of our group, she said softly, "Hi Greg". I
couldn't stand to see her feel so uneasy, so I opened my arms and pulled her
into me. The feel of her supple body pressed against my own, reminded me of our
recent adventures and sent my blood racing. I kissed her chastely. Pulling
away just a bit, I gave her my best Harrison Ford-like roguish grin as I said,
"Every time that I see you, you look even more beautiful than the last."
Harry (Harrison) cleared his throat forcing me to look away from the lovely
creature in my arms. "Greg", he said in his fatherly voice. "Why don't you and
Sharon take a fifteen minute break and get reacquainted. Will meet you in the
conference room at 10:30am and start hashing out our plans. How does that
sound?"
Before I could answer Sharon jumped in. "Mr. Harrison, you don't have to do
that! I'm sure that Greg would agree with me that we don't want our
relationship to compromise the job at hand." Personally, I'm a bit more
self-centered than my lady and I would have gladly accepted. However, she was
right so I nodded my agreement.
"Nonsense", Harry rejoined looking directly at Sharon. "I would say this to my
own daughter or son (he nodded his head towards me), love comes before work.
Handle that part of your life properly and the rest will all fall into place".
Sharon blushed deeply as I steered her away from the group, with a wave and a
word of thanks.
We left the building and walked out onto the busy Manhattan sidewalk. I put my
arm possessively around her shoulders and felt her arm go about my waist as her
head leaned into my chest.
"Do you really like my outfit?" she asked. It has always amazed me what women
find important, but at least it was an easy icebreaker.
"Yes, I do. In fact I think that you look absolutely stunning." I answered
truthfully.
"Oh, I'm glad. I wasn't sure if you would always want me to wear trendy skirts
and high heels and I was a little afraid that you wouldn't approve."
"Princess, you have your own style and I love it. I wouldn't want you to change
who you are just to please me. If I suggest a change and you like it, that's
great, but if not you should always feel free to tell me so." I had steered her
into Central Park as we walked and spying an empty bench we both sat down.
"Beside your style is so refreshing. Your shoes for example are casual, yet
scream femininity." As a woman walked by I pointed inconspicuously towards her
shoes. "She my dear is wearing the height of fashion. The long pointy toe is
all the rage this year and you'll see that style on every woman in Vogue or
Cosmopolitan."
"I hate them. To me they look like clown shoes." Sharon huffed.
With one hand I gently turned her beautiful face towards me. God she was
gorgeous, I thought as I looked at her incredible features. The full sensuous
lips painted with a creamy dark pink color, beneath that cute button nose and
high model-like cheek bones were a treat all their own. Oh, and those hazel
eyes that projected love and tenderness all of which was framed by her luscious
wavy auburn hair.
"I agree 100% darling." I chuckled. "I don't think that I would have called
them clown shoes, but I totally agree that they are simply ugly."
This earned me a big dazzling smile, which was nothing to the reaction that I
elicited with my next statement. "You know Mr. Harrison was right love should
always come first and Sharon I really do love you." All I can say is that the
young lady doesn't know her own strength. I thought she was going to break my
neck as she put her arms around my neck and hugged me fiercely, and told me that
she loved me too. Fortunately, this bear hug was short lived as her lips sought
out mine. Our mouths sealed the bargain allowing us to get on with our lives.
The rest of the day passed in a blur for me. There was so much to take in all
in one sitting. The key, though, was that we worked out a schedule in which I
would be understudying each of the partners. This would allow me to gradually
work my way into the firm and with my fresh outlook, hopefully see where there
was room for improvement or innovation.
It was difficult watching Sharon leave at five o'clock while the other partner's
and I had to stay around for a rap up meeting. She told me not to worry,
because it would give her time to work out, shower and throw something together
for dinner. "That's fine princess", I said softly, "but don't worry about
dinner. I will be cooking for you!" She looked like she was going to argue so
I put a finger over her lips. "Trust me, I've been cooking for myself for years
and I haven't poisoned myself yet." She smiled and left without any further
argument.
It was my first time to her apartment and despite getting driving directions
from mapquest.com I still ended up asking a gas station attendant where Halsted
Avenue was. This proved to be a blessing in disguise, for when I was lost I
happened upon a handy grocery store.
I had barely knocked on her door when Sharon opened it. The suddenness of this
almost made me drop my packages. Of course this also might have been do to the
fact that I was once again stunned by the beauty of this woman who professed to
love me. She stood in the doorway in the ruby red Elizabethan style gown that
we had picked up together, which showed off a dazzling amount of her creamy
mounds. Her pose opened one of the slits invitingly showing off sheer black
stockings and the sexy satin feather tufted mules. She wiggled one of the
sandals to draw my attention and said with a smile, "I also have a pair of my
leather ballet style slippers in this color if that is more to your liking my
lord."
Shaking my head slowly, I replied, "No princess, I wouldn't have you change a
thing." She smiled and stepped aside so I could enter. I couldn't help but
notice that she walked exceedingly well in the four-inch heels as she led me to
the kitchen. My memory wasn't all that clear, but despite her vivaciousness I
didn't remember her being that graceful in the heels last week.
"Now, what can I do to help", she asked as I put down the groceries on the
table.
"Point me to your wok or skillet if you don't have a wok and then skeedattle!" I
answered with a smile.
She frowned slightly as she pulled out an electric Wok from one of the cabinets.
"But, I thought I could help you make dinner."
"Princess I promise that I will give you plenty of opportunities to cook for me,
but today I am cooking for you. Now off you go. I'll call you when dinner is
ready."
Reluctantly she left and I closed the kitchen door behind her. I looked around
and began to familiarize myself with the surroundings, noting where things were
that I would need to compete the meal. The cutting board and knives were my
first prizes and I placed these next to the sink as I began washing the
vegetables.
Not ten minutes into my preparations the door opened and Sharon asked
plaintively, "Are you sure that I can't help you?"
"Yes, princess, I am sure", I said tolerantly. As I gently turned her around
and patted her supple rear end propelling her gently out of my domain. I went
back to my work, chopping off the ends of the beans and asparagus. This time it
was less than five minutes before she returned.
"Princess, out!" I told her sternly. I cut off her protest as I closed the door
in her face. If it had a lock I would have used it, unfortunately the door was
more for decoration than security.
I had barely turned my back when I heard the door opening again. "But I don't
know what to do with myself", she whined.
Smiling I turned to face her. "Oh, you don't know what to do with yourself is
that the problem. You should have said so earlier, I'm sure I can think of
plenty of things to do with you." My smile had turned cold and I saw her gulp
like a frightened child. She knew now that she had over stepped her bounds and
was only waiting to hear her sentencing. Taking her hand I walked her down the
short hallway, which ended in the combination dinning and living room. Seeing
the couch and the TV, my plan coalesced in my mind.
"You told me that you were playing with rope yesterday, correct", I asked her
firmly.
"Yes, my lord", she answered me sheepishly.
"I want you to bring me the rope, your ball gag and those slippers that you
mentioned earlier", I stated commandingly.
"Yes, my lord", Sharon replied quickly as she scurried away to do my bidding.
She returned in mere minutes bearing the items.
"Sit down on the coach." She sat primly with her legs together at the knees and
her back straight. "Place your gag and your mouth and buckle it in place".
She had changed her lip color to a dark red that looked truly fantastic as she
obediently encircled the yellow ball. Tossing her auburn locks out the way with
a flick of her head she buckled the leather strap and then looked up at me.
"One more notch please, princess". She did so digging the straps deeply into
the corners of her cheeks and pulling the ball further into her mouth. The tips
of two of her gleaming white incisors now peaked from below her top lip as her
jaw was distended even farther then before. "Now replace your mules with your
slippers". She bent over gracefully and removed the mules, placing them neatly
together to one side of her feet. Sliding into the soft kidskin she arched her
feet playfully like a ballerina, to show off her sexy slippers.
While I enjoyed her little show it also pointed out to me that she wasn't quite
taking this seriously enough yet. I smiled as I thought of one little addition
to the bondage that I had planned, which might make her think twice before
bothering me again.
"Bind you ankles together with the rope". Picking up one of the pieces of rope
she properly folded it and then proceeded to thread the ends through eye
slightly above her ankles. She wrapped the rope twice more about her black
nylon sheathed legs and tied it off by encircling these bands and tightening
them in the process. The rope work wasn't as neat as it could be, but the
tightness was attested to by the deep furrows that she had created in her supple
flesh. "Very good, princess. You appear to have learned quite a bit in our
short absence." I complimented her. "Now add another binding just above your
knees". Sharon tossed aside the entire front panel of her gown to lie next her
on the couch. This move revealed her black lace garter and panty set. Although
my view of her panties was partially obscured, those wonderfully sculpted long
legs were breath taking to behold. Without a pause she selected another piece
of rope and set about her task. Again her rope work could use improvement,
regardless though the white rope binding her sheer black stocking clad legs was
awe-inspiring.
I moved over and sat beside her. "Turn and put your arms behind you". She
turned placing her crossed wrists behind her as requested. I separated her
wrist and bound each with there own short cord. "Now put your arms together
elbows to wrists". I was actually surprised that she knew what I meant, as
evidenced by her brisk response. I bound each wrist to the opposite elbow with
a binding pattern very similar to that used on her ankles and legs. "Turn back
to your front, princess". She did so to find me holding another length of rope.
I slid this through the binding at her knees and then wrapped it around the back
of her neck. "Lean forward, princess". As she did so I tightened the rope
until I was able to cinch the rope once again to the binding about her knees.
She was now bent over at a 45-degree angle from her waist and it was necessary
for her to raise her eyes simply to look at me. Her tightly bound legs and arms
hadn't left her much freedom to begin with, but this out and out eliminated it.
Turning on the TV to the local news, I happily surveyed my handiwork as I headed
back towards the kitchen.
"Aaaammmrrraa", she called urgently to my back. I turned as being well versed
in gag-speak I realized that Sharon had said camera.
"You want me to get the camera?" I asked for clarification. Sharon nodded her
head affirmatively as much as she could in her bound state.
"Aaaauuummm", she hummed past her gag.
"You want me to get the camera, so I can take pictures for our album", I
responded as I now understood her intent. "My God woman you are simply
incorrigible". I smiled at her beautiful face, complete with the sexy yellow
ball gag. "And I love it!"
Before returning to my work in the kitchen, I followed her suggestion and
retrieved my camera from the car. The first shot was my favorite. Kneeling
directly in front of the TV I had a fantastic frontal view of my bound lover.
Her warm green eyes smiled at me as I adjusted the zoom so that she filled the
picture from head to toe. Thick hair fell forward neatly framing her face in a
lovely auburn wreath, held in check only by the red satin hair band that she
wore. The yellow ball and tight black straps pulled tightly at her sexy red
lips.
I've always loved the look of a ball gag in a sexy female's mouth and Sharon was
no exception to this rule. Her brandy colored lips were stretched to the limit
around the bright yellow piece of rubber. Every once and a while she would bite
down on the ball to alleviate the stress, but ultimately she would have to give
up her futile attack.
Directly below her finely chiseled chin laid a wonderful display of her lightly
tanned breasts. The elegantly gathered material pushed her chest tightly
together forming a barley defined shelf of well rounded mounds. Below this her
black panties and garters peaked out from beneath her gown. Her tightly bound
legs where sheathed in their shinny black stockings, with her feet comfortably
ensconced in her ballet-like slippers.
After taking a few pictures from her side, I helped her slide back into the red
satin mules in order to add a bit of a flare to the shots. As I stood up to
resume my cooking, Sharon moaned, "Aaaaaaqqq". I stopped as the lady began
shifting her position, bit by bit, until her back was facing me. "Ah, yes", I
replied to my assistant happily. "I did almost forget your back!"
After a dozen or so pictures the roll ended, which I felt was a good place to
stop and return to my cooking. I patted my lover on the head, thanking her for
her help before I returned to the kitchen.
I completed my stir-fry meal, leaving it on warm as I went to retrieve my
partner. Once she was released from her neck binding, she sat up and rolled her
head in circles. After she had loosened her aching muscles, I removed her gag.
"Would you like to be bound or unbound for dinner, princess", I asked the lovely
lady.
"Unbound", she replied. "But not just yet." I looked at her questioningly.
Smiling at me mischievously she explained. "If you are going to provide the
dinner, I would at least like to provide the appetizer... afterwards, if you
wish, you may unbind me for dinner."
I smiled as I lowered the zipper and dropped my pants. My member sprang
directly towards her as if it had a mind of its own. As I rubbed my hardening
rod against her cheeks Sharon began to kiss, up and down its sides. A sucking
kiss right on the tip announced her desire to please me... now. Slowly she
worked her way down and around my pole kissing and licking every inch of the
way. My cock throbbed and bobbed of its own accord pulling away from her
searching lips, like a loose firemen's hose attached to an active hydrant. I
thought of holding it steady, but it was too much fun, watching the bound beauty
darting her head and tongue this way and that to catch up to it. I put my hands
about her neck and massaged the angry red line left by the rope, she sighed and
moaned appreciatively.
Sharon finally caught up to the head of my penis. She held it in her open
mouth, as her tongue licked around and over the cap. Like a powerful vacuum her
mouth closed in on the sides of my cock as she sucked for all she was worth.
This pulled her head forwards and encasing a good two inches of my manhood. She
slid backwards and forwards, continuing to take in only the first couple of
inches. I moved my hands to the back of her head, wrapping my fingers in her
long auburn locks. Now it was my turn to moan. I watched, in rapt attention,
as her widely spread brandy colored lips moved up and down my hardened rod.
With the sides of her mouth tight against my pole each move caressed the entire
circumference. The noises emanating from her efforts excited me to no end. Her
labored breathing through her nose and those warm, slurppy, sucking sounds. It
sounded like she was sucking a favorite ice pop... except oh so much more
sensual. I moaned in ecstasy.
The princess had gotten herself into a comfortable rhythm of upward and downward
motions. She worked hard to thrust her head forwards on the downward plunges.
Her increased efforts had finally achieved perfection as her nose began to bury
itself in my pubic hairs. Looking behind her, as she once again assumed a
45-degree angle with her upper body, I saw her hands tightly gripping her own
arms. Her eyes were closed and I knew that her entire focus was on sucking me
off. I could feel myself on the verge of coming as my cock began to give little
pre-cum jumping jacks in her busy mouth. Sharon obviously knew what this
portended, as she began to back me out of her mouth, with the obvious intention
of having me explode outside of that warm orifice. I watched her as she did
this. Eyes closed, sucking strongly as she pulled backwards.
Until this point I had left her in complete control of her fate. Now, I held
her head tightly in my strong hands and roughly pushed my meat back into her
mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Her eyes popped open in surprise. I
began to push her head forwards and backwards once again, as she now became the
slave to my rhythm. She began to relax, taking the situation in stride, right
up until I exploded.
As my jism erupted, I forced her to totally deep throat my entire cock. With my
rough pubic hair ground against her nose and lips, she gagged at first, as shot
after shot of hot cum hit the back of her throat and was pumped directly into
her stomach. After the initial shock, which had caused tears to form in the
corners of her eyes, she took to the job at hand like a champion. She sucked
and drank down my entire load! As she finished and my excitement ebbed, I let
go of her head. Sharon backed her mouth off of my manhood. She looked up at my
satisfied features and then back down at my slowly deflating cock. A drop of
white after cum glistened in its one eye. Leaning forward she gave the head a
luscious kiss and licked the goo away. Again she looked up at me and smiled,
"Good, now I'm ready for dinner".
"You know when I was a teenager we used to call girls like you eleven's", I
informed my lovely companion.
"What's an eleven?" She asked innocently.
"A ten that swallows!" said I, with my best leer.
"Oh, that's crude. But I like it!" Sharon replied with a dazzling smile.
With the lovely lady unbound we dinned in the Kitchen. We shared a bottle of
wine with the meal, but I let her have the lions share as I was still tired from
my travels.
It was a pleasure just to watch her, to be with her, to drink in her essence.
She listened to my stories with an intensity, which reminded me of students
listening in rapt fascination to a truly good lecturer. When she spoke her
vivaciousness flowed from her, making the subject of her tale both exciting and
interesting.
I noticed the red rope marks from Sharon's earlier confinement as she gestured
with her hands while telling a story about helping a customer. For a woman who
was bound totally helpless only minutes before it was amazing to see how easily
she accepted this new part of her life.
Sharon stood up and started to clean up. "Oh, I just love this song", she
announced as a male classical singer began belting out a love long. Personally,
I didn't listen to classical music as a matter of course, so I wasn't familiar
with the song. Sharon, though, obviously was. With a plate in each hand she
danced about the room as graceful as a ballroom dancer. As the tenor hit a high
note, she stopped in place so suddenly that the heels of her mules were lifted
completely off the floor. The singer held this note for what seemed like
minutes while she stood there like a statue. Sharon's eyes were closed with her
head thrown backwards in abandon to the music. Her back was arched, while her
arms held the plates delicately before her. Those beautiful legs were stretched
to the extreme as the four-inch heels she wore cleared the floor by a good three
inches! I couldn't believe what I was seeing she was nearly standing completely
on her toes!
As the note was finished she lowered herself gracefully back to the floor and
finished dancing the dishes to the sink. When the song ended and she was once
again seated across from me, I asked her how she had done that.
"You mean stand there in a level three position?" She replied.
"Level three?"
"Ballet, darling", she responds with a lilting laugh. "Basically there are four
levels, you would call them heights, which your heel is supposed to be above the
floor during different movements in a ballet. The quarter point with your heel
just off the floor, the half point or the three-quarter point where you form a
straight line from the knee to ball of the foot. Only women can attain the
fourth level, which is standing on the toes and called sur les pointes or "on
pointe." This of course requires special reinforced shoes known as toe shoes or
pointe shoes. I still have a pair in the closet, although I quit practicing
when I was sixteen."
"Why did you quit", I asked in interest.
"Ballet is fun when your young, but as you grow older it becomes more and more
intense. If you want to really become a ballerina you have to put your heart
and soul into it at the exclusion of everything else. But it wasn't my dream,
you see, it was my mothers. So in my later years it became sheer drudgery.
Finally in my sophomore year I got up the courage to tell my mother how I felt
about it." Sharon looked away from me before she continued. "In fact, I don't
think my mother has ever forgiven me for quitting. From that point on we've
just never really gotten along."
Standing I walked in front of her and held out my hands. She took them and I
swept her into a comforting hug. "I'm sorry Sharon. I didn't mean to open old
wounds."
"Thanks", she said softly. "But in all honesty, I only feel anger towards them.
They wanted me to be some perfect little caricature of a person. A plastic
Barbie doll that went to the right schools, married the right boys and lived a
financially secure life unhappily ever after."
"Well I don't think that I would have qualified as one of their 'right boys'", I
said with a laugh. "But speaking of financially secure, I've lined up a realtor
who is going to show us some houses this weekend."
She looked up at me with her watery eyes beaming. "Boy you really know how to
perk a girl up!" We talked about housing hunting for a few minutes, as I
steered her towards the bedroom. Tired as I was I could see that my young colt
was straining at the bit with sexual excitement. Of course, even if I had
missed these silent messages her bed told the same tale.
Lying on her white comforter were her nylon cuffs, which had already been
fastened to the corner posts of the bed. Separating herself from me she went
over and sat on the bed.
"I can tell that you're tired my lord, but if it pleases you I would greatly
appreciate your affections", she stated demurely. How can one deny such a
lovely slave?
"Would you like to cum tonight, princess?"
"If it pleases you, my lord", she replied with a grin.
I gave her my own mischievous smile. "Actually I am very tired, princess. So I
am going to have to limit our activities to a mere half of an hour". She looked
crestfallen, but quickly tried to hide it. "However, within that time I promise
that you will cum not once, but three times!"
Her expression turned to disbelief, but I didn't reassure her. "Now bind
yourself to the bed and include your blindfold, while I retrieve your slippers."
She was just finishing her last wrist cuff as I returned. I had not only
brought her slippers with me, but had also picked my camera, a large decorative
pillow from the couch and a towel from the bathroom. I laid down the pillow and
towel on the vanity, then took a couple of shots of my lover from different
angles.
Sharon could here the camera's whirl, which caused her to smile. "I thought
that I was going to have to remind you again."
I chuckled as I finished and then sat down on the bed. With both hands I gently
caressed her luscious breasts through the soft satin material. My lips found
their way to the nape of her neck and slowly worked their way up to her dangling
earlobe.
"Hhhmmmm", Sharon moaned with a happy smile. A number of times her lips sought
out mine, but I would have none of it as I continued to kiss and caress the
lovely lady. Sliding my fingers under the material confining her chest, I
pushed it downwards until her nipples peered above the fabric. This now gave
her breast the appearance of residing in a balconette bra. The half-cup self
like bra showed off her firm mounds magnificently, complete with her hardened
nipples that stood at attention like Buckingham Palace soldiers. Slowly, I
kissed my way towards her chest as my hands moved lower on her. Gently, I let
my tongue caress her bullet shaped nipples as my fingers began to explore her
vulva. Softly I ran my digits across the top of her lower mouths lips and then
silently slid between them. I heard something fall onto the carpeted floor
behind me and turned my head just in time to see Sharon kick off her second
mule.
"Oh, yes", she moaned as she thrust her hips upwards to meet my first touch of
her clitoris. I rubbed that excitable little piece of her flesh with slow
circular motion that matched my tongue's movements upon her nipples. Her
breathing became more and more rapid with each caress of her fevered body.
Raising my head from her chest, I increased the tempo of my assault on her clit.
I loved watching as her whole being tensed towards the inevitable climax. How
her hands held onto the nylon straps, pulling at them with all her might, to
gain that last centimeter of room. With her dark stocking covered toes digging
into the pure white comforter, she strained at her bounds to allow her hips room
to writhe my touch. Sharon was no longer smiling as her face below the mask
took on a more serious and excited look. Her slightly parted lips shown wetly
in the dim lights of the room. She had become a wild sexual animal entirely
under my control. I smiled as I lowered my head.
"Ow. Ow", she moaned as I nipped at her hardened nipples. Her hips and my hand
had become as one as we fell into sync with one another. Our motions were now
shorter, fiercer and quicker. "OW. Ooooowwwwww", she cried as I tugged at her
tits with my teeth.
I sucked on her abused nipple, distending it with my suction and then letting it
snap back down to her chest. "Ooooohhhhhh, yes... yes... yes... YES!" she
screamed as she came in a dazzling display of her luscious body's lust. Her
hips continued to undulate as her orgasm burned within her. I removed my hand
and cleaned off her juices on the towel before placing on the bed beneath firm
cheeks.
Sharon relaxed as her explosion ebbed and a satisfied smile returned to her
pretty face.
I lightly traced the sole of her foot with a soft caress and was surprised when
she giggled and jerked her foot away.
She was still giggling as she told me, "Sorry, but I'm extremely ticklish."
"Ah", I replied knowingly as I slid on her red leather slippers and mentally
filed away that very interesting information. The black stocking looked
stunning flowing into the red leather, so I rewarded her for getting the
slippers so promptly by giving her a quick foot massage. She purred her
approval.
"Now for the unveiling of our new masterpiece", I said as I swept away the front
panel of her gown. Sure enough her brown muff glistened in the light. Easing
the thick pillow under her hips made the display even more memorable. Snapping
my fingers, I eased off the bed and shot another two or three pictures. Oh,
what a lovely site she made with her sex proudly opened before me just begging
for attention.
Sharon had taken on a languid, totally relaxed look as she laid on the bed
within her bonds. "No rest for the wicked", I informed her as I used my hands
to part her vulva and inserted my tongue. Quickly, I found her clit and began
lapping at it like a dog with his water dish. Her body stiffened immediately,
attempting to stay as still as possible so that my oral digit could do its job.
"Oh, yes. That's so excellent", she breathed softly. With my tongue now firmly
planted, I reversed my previous attack by having my hands caress her chest. In
only a few minutes she was once again at fever pitch and with a couple of twists
of her nipples and an expert flick of my tongue I once again brought her to
climax.
"Oh, God", she moaned as she relaxed. "That was absolutely fantastic. But, I'm
exhausted. You'll never be able to get me to come for a third time while I am
this tired."
"Oh, ye of little faith", I told her as I went into her closet. I found what I
was looking for quickly. Next I search in her bedside table and found her
Vaseline. Resuming my place between her legs, I pushed the pillow back so that
it was now under the small of her back. She helped me out by holding up her
body with widely spread legs bent at the knees.
Coating my index finger with the goey substance, I slid between her gaping
panties and found her nether hole.
"Eeww", she shivered a bit. "Its cold". Sharon complained as I pushed my digit
into her, smearing her ring with the slippery Vaseline. She had expected what
was to come next, but I had added at bit of a twist. Instead of the tapered
butt plug that she had become used to, I pushed into her anus the thick head of
her phallus shaped vibrator.
"Ohhhh, God", she groaned as the tick plastic cock invaded her ass. Her
muscular inner walls exuded an incredible amount of pressure as I continued to
push the dildo into her. When it was a bit more than half way in and I could
see that she could push it out on her own, I twisted the little switch on the
bottom.
"Oh my, God", she moaned as her body shook to the simulation. "That feel's
so...." Before she could finish her sentence I plunged my own rod into her hot
love canal and began pumping her for all that I was worth. "...so GREAT. Oh
please, whatever you do don't stooooppp." Her hips flowed into sync with mine
as she ate up the sensual vibrations coming from her rear.
Sharon's head rocked from side to side in time to our love-making. Her back
arched with me, pulling her wrists and ankles against their restraints. Leg
muscles rippled beneath the sheer hose as they fought to support her needs. Her
beautifully formed mounds rose and fell seductively to her labored breathing.
I couldn't help but cum, seeing all that loveliness before me. As I continued
to thrust my jism into her, she exploded once again. Our juices flowed
together, overwhelming her orifice and dripping unto the towel. I bucked my
hips in and out of her until every last drop had been emptied from my member.
I smiled as I lifted her sleeping mask from her and pointed towards the clock.
With an effort she shifted her head and then giggled, "You bastard you lied." I
looked at her quizzically. "You only took 28 minutes!" Once she was unbound we
walked arm and arm to the bathroom to clean up.
That night she fell asleep unfettered, smiling like a sated cat upon my chest.
