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The voicemail message was short and to the point. "Sorry, I am just not
to be able to make it today. I'll call you during the week sometime." I
considered it almost insulting in its brevity.
We have been dating, seeing each other, hanging out, whatever you wanted to
call it, for about six weeks now. And things had been going fairly well. We
have many interests in common, not the least of which was sexual pleasures in
many of its forms. I confess, I have a porno film collection, and the sex
toys, and the bondage paraphernalia. Mostly though, I just like to touch and
be touched. What's wrong with that, anyway? The toys are primarily for when I
am in between male companions, except for when they like to watch me. (Well,
there was that one guy who had the most creative uses for one of the vibrators.
I never knew my pussy could handle his nice thick cock AND the vibe at the
same time. Wow, was that an orgasmic experience... but that's another story.)
Anyway, currently I have this guy Bob. He's tall, about 6'3", with reddish
blond hair, glasses, built nicely... solid, but not fat or all muscle. And
quite a sense of the absurd. He makes me laugh. Laughter is the easiest way
to get into my heart... and my bed.
Me? I am fairly tall too, about 5'9", and curvy. I have very long light
hair that I just love to have pulled on in passionate moments, and what have
been called a 'magnificent' pair of tits. I am a bit overweight, but
attractive, I think. And I have a fetish for lingerie. Satin, silk, leather,
lace... I have it all. I don't usually have a problem meeting men, except that
I work too much and I am selective. I don't just hop in the sack with anyone,
you know. You can die from that nowadays! Still, I guess most people would
generously call me "experienced".
Anyway... I was pretty mad at Bob. To be honest, I sort of wanted to do other
stuff on my day off anyway, but for HIM to say he didn't want to see ME! Well,
that didn't cut the mustard with this chickie!
Later that week he called me at work. "Hey babe, can you talk?" he
We chit-chatted for about 15 minutes, and he had some excuse about how he
wasn't feeling well over the past weekend, but he would make it up to me, and
how about tonight. I, of course, playing the girl-game, didn't let on that I
had been annoyed, and told him that it wasn't any big deal, and sure, tonight
was fine. We agreed that he would drop by at about 6 o'clock that evening, and
I would let him make it up to me.
The doorbell rang at 6:10, and I lightly ran down the steps and let him in the
front door. He looked cute, I must confess, and had a bouquet of tulips for
me. I gave him a big kiss right there, with the front door open, regardless of
whether the neighbors across the street could see me or not. I was rather
sedately clothed in a pale pink satin robe that came down to my mid-thigh. I
didn't want there to be any misunderstanding between me and Bob as to how we
were going to spend the evening.
After the nice long kiss, I led the way up the stairs. I was sure Bob was
looking up my robe, which was fine. I was nude except for it, and I had
planned on him being able to see my trimmed pussy as he followed me up the
steps. Sure enough, I got about 8 or 9 steps up, and I heard him chuckle
behind me, and felt his large hand reach between my legs.
"Stop right there ma'am... Panty-police," he said as he cupped my
I turned and looked at him. "Oh officer," I breathed in a mock
"is there something wrong?"
As we stood there on the steps, he reached up and untied the sash that held my
robe together. As the robe parted, he looked directly at one of my rosy-tipped
breasts, and said, "Don't you know its against the law to go around without
panties? It might make a man think naughty thoughts, and we can't have that
happening, now can we?"
I smiled, turned around and continued up the stairs. "I guess you'll have
punish me, then, won't you, officer?"
He reached the upstairs landing and we both smiled at each other. "In
missy," he pointed to the bedroom. I went in, and he gently pushed me
the bed. I spread my legs immediately, and he ran his hand right up my pink
slit. I was dripping, of course. It doesn't take much to get me excited, and
I was hot as hell just thinking about what was ahead. He immediately found my
clit and started batting it back and forth with his fingers.
We dropped the act, and he asked me, "Do you like it when I do that?
like it when I rub your hot cunt?"
He knew I did, but we like to talk dirty anyway, so I played along. "More,
Bob... make me come. I need it. Play with my pussy and make me come."
It only took about three or four minutes for me to get to a small climax, and I
moaned loudly. He smiled down at me, and laid gently on top of me. I
immediately rolled him over, and straddled him.
"I think SOMEONE has too many clothes on, sweetie," I told him.
"If we keep it
up, I am going to leave a big wet spot on the front of your pants." I
unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off, and unbuckled his pants and then sat up
and told him to take off his socks and shoes. (What can I say, I just don't
Once he was naked, I laid fully over him, making sure his cock was between my
legs where it could react to the heat and wetness from my pussy. We kissed
wetly and deeply, and our tongues fought like swords as we looked into each
other's eyes. I took his arms and raised them up over his head, and took his
legs and spread them with mine. I smiled evilly, and then quickly attached the
restraints I had ready and waiting to his wrists. He laughed, "Oh, we are
going to play THAT way tonight, are we?"
He wasn't alarmed. Yet. To answer him, I reached down and attached the
restraints at the foot of the bed to his ankles. And I smiled even more as I
got up off the bed.
"I have some things to go get ready, hon... you just wait here," I
with a sugary sweet tone in my voice. I turned and started to leave the room.
"Wait! What do you mean by that? I'm ready now," he said as he
toward his half erect manhood.
"Awww, sweetie.... I can see you are NOT ready, but I can take care of
replied. I looked around the room and found the picnic basket. (I keep all my
sex toys in one easy to open basket. It makes it MUCH simpler to find what you
are looking for.) I brought the basket over and put it on the bed next to him.
"Hmmmm.... let me see...." I mused as I picked up and put down
dildos, vibrators, clamps, lotions, etc.... "Ah yes.... THERE we
I pulled the purple and gold scarf out of the basket. "I don't think you
to see what is going to happen," I said as I wrapped the scarf around his
blinding him. He was playing along so far, thinking I was just going to tie
him up and relentlessly tease him to orgasm as I have done before.
"Oh my, I am SO scared," he exclaimed in a falsetto voice.
"You should be," I told him. If only he had any idea.
I leaned over and licked his right nipple. He moaned and I saw his cock
twitch. I circled it over and over with my tongue, and felt it rise to meet
it. When I pulled back and saw that it was hard and pebbly, I leaned back over
and bit it. Hard enough to make him wince.
"Hey!" he exclaimed with the sudden pain. I simply smiled, but he
see that. I then leaned over to the left nip and did the same thing, while I
continued to toy with the right one with my thumb and forefinger. I wanted
both of them hard and sensitive. Bob didn't argue much. He liked tit-play as
much as I did, although when I met him he had told me that his nipples had no
sensation in them. It turned out that no one had ever played with them right,
because they seemed to have a connection straight to his cock, which was almost
fully hard by now.
I then stood up, reached into the basket again, and attached the wicked
alligator clamp nipple clips to both of his tits at the exact same moment.
Bob bucked up, and pulled against his restraints at that searing pain.
What the hell?!" He yelled at me. Now, we had played with a little
and whatnot, but I had a feeling that Bob had never experienced the sensation
of having the blood flow stopped in his nips before.
I smiled again, not that he could see it, and reached down and kissed him
thoroughly, running my tongue over the roof of his mouth until he relaxed
again. I knew from experience that the pain had given way to a dull ache in
his teats, so I gently flicked one of the clamps, and was rewarded by another
outburst from Bob. So I am a slight sadist sometimes.... his erect and
throbbing cock told me that his body was enjoying the small agonies I was
I stood up again, and rummaged through the basket. I found what I was looking
for... the lotion that guys use when they want to not orgasm so quickly but
want to stay hard for a long, LONG time. I grinned as I uncapped it, and I
squeezed some onto Bob's organ. He moaned as I started to rub his cock.
God... that feels so good. Please... more...." he told me as I simulated
motions of a hand job as I rubbed the lotion in. Even though the lotion was
absorbed, I kept up the movements as I watched the pre-come start to dribble
out of the head of his cock. I grinned and took one finger and scooped some of
it up and smeared it over my nipple. I then leaned over Bob's face, and
instructed him, "Open up, sweetie... enjoy..." and rubbed the teat
He took the hint and immediately began sucking my tit. I laughed at the idea
of Bob eating his own pre-come. He and I had discussed that before, and he
admitted that he had never tasted himself, and said that he didn't want to
either. "Mmm.... you taste so good," he told me and he nursed at my
At that point, I started to think that maybe Bob was enjoying himself TOO much,
and I stood up again, taking my hands and my boobs away from him.
"Aww... come on... touch me.... PLEASE," he begged.
"No. I don't think so. I have some things to get ready, but you stay
and keep thinking those nasty thoughts," I told him as I reached into the
basket one more time. "I have something here to help you."
I pulled out my one of my favorite vibrators. It was purple jelly, and about 8
inches long, but only 1 inch around, and when it was turned on high, it had an
insistent throb to it that could make me come harder than anything I have ever
experienced. I put some lube on it and I placed it between Bob's legs, resting
up against his balls and the base of his cock. Then I turned it on low, and
Bob's reaction was everything I could have wished for.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that? What the fuck are you doing? Oh my
God... I can feel it all through my body. Take it off. Take it off.
Bob's legs were thrashing now, but I had the restraints at the right length,
and he couldn't move enough to dislodge the vibe. His cock was a deep red now,
and almost visibly pulsing. I smirked, knowing that he couldn't come because
of the lotion I had applied so thoroughly.
"Now, now, Bob," I told him patronizingly, "I am just trying to
show you the
error of your ways."
"Wh... WHAT?" he yelled as I ran my fingernail up the sole of one of
"Well, I didn't really like the last minute notice that you had other
do last weekend, so I am just trying to show you that no one can show you
pleasure like I can. When you leave here today, you will be so relaxed, you
will wish it WERE the weekend, so you could rest tomorrow before going to work
"Come ON... please.... take it off my balls... PLEASE!" Bob implored
"No. I have to go get something else ready. But, since you seem to be
enjoying this so much, here you go," I taunted him as I reached down on
on the small motor that powered each of the nipple clamps. Now Bob had
sensations everywhere, and the precome was literally running out of the head of
his cock and dripping down over his balls.
I smirked at the sight, and turned and went into the kitchen. I puttered
around, listening to Bob's moans and groans, getting a couple of things
together, and then went into the spare bedroom and pulled out one of my
favorite leather outfits. It was a red leather teddy, with cutout bra cups for
my tits to go through, and was crotchless. It also had garters for my
stockings, but I passed on that for today...I wanted my silky smooth legs to be
touched and caressed tonight.
I finally went to check on Bob. What a sight greeted my eyes! Bob's nipples
were a dark red... almost purple, and I knew that it was time to take off the
clamps. Before I did that, though, I drank in the delicious sight of his
crotch area. Bob had twitched and moved just enough so that the dildo had
slipped down. It was now pulsating against his rosebud, and his throbbing cock
was shiny with the precome that had poured out of him. The purple of the
vibrator was slick with his juices as well, and I knew what I was going to do.
He moaned as he sensed my moving across the room. "Please... let me come.
Please.... make me come... I'll do anything."
"Yes, dear... you will.... you will..." I murmured as I took the
clips off of
his tits. He yelled hoarsely, from the sudden sensation of the blood rushing
into his nipples. They were elongated and I could see the marks that the edges
had made on his skin. I leaned down and licked and kissed each one as they
turned a rosy red.
I moved up to his neck and licked and sucked at that for a while. Bob was
moaning and thrusting his hips up into the air at nothing in hopes of getting
some friction on his cock. Too bad I didn't have any intention of that
happening just yet. I licked over to his ear and whispered into it, "Beg
it Bob. Beg me... tell me what you will do if I let you come. Tell me..."
Bob started. "Please. Touch my cock. Make me come. I want to come deep
inside you. I'll lick your pussy for hours. I'll fuck you anyWHERE, anyWAY
that you want. I'll suck your tits until you come. I swear... I'll do
anything you want. Anything. ANYTHING.... just make me come. God...
I stood up and just looked at him without touching him, and he moaned in
disappointment. I could hear the buzzing of the vibrator and knew what it was
doing to him because I knew what it could do to ME when I was using it. I
straddled Bob's waist, facing his feet, and started to stroke his cock back and
forth across my wet slit. I knew he could feel the juices against the head of
his prick, and I wondered how long that 'stay hard' lotion would last. I was
betting not too much longer. Poor Bob had been through so much already.
I raised my legs a little bit and sank down onto Bob's pillar of flesh. It
felt so damn good inside me that I just sat there for a few moments. And then
I started to ride it. I fucked myself slowly and deeply with his cock, and
although Bob tried to raise his hips to meet me, he couldn't do much due to the
restraints on his body. That just meant that we fucked at my pace, not his,
and was just fine with me.
It felt incredible to have him pulsing inside of me, and I tightened my cunt
muscles around him periodically to enhance the sensations for both of us. I
also reached down to the vibe that was still buzzing away merrily at his ass.
I ran it around and around his rosebud, as I fucked him, and thrilled to the
sounds of his babbling about how much he wanted to shoot deep inside me. I
worked just the tip of it into him, and listened to him beg me to stop. I ran
the dildo over his balls, and was gratified to hear his moans increase in
volume and almost become shrieks as I held it there. And through it all, I
relentlessly kept fucking myself on his amazingly hard cock.
I came two or three times, and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I felt so
damn good that I weakened. "Are you ready Bob? Are you ready to come,
I yelled as I was about to crest the plateau one more time myself.
"PLEASE....PLEASE...." I heard through the rushing in my ears. I
down on his cock one final time as I thrust the dildo up his ass, brushing his
prostate which forced him into an orgasm so intense that his scream was silent.
I felt him shoot inside me as I exploded too. It was the most amazing
sensation, but I thought I could feel the vibrations from the dildo run through
his cock into my cunt.
This was definitely something we were going to have to try again. I kind of
hoped he stood me up this weekend too!