It was only a couple of months ago when my boyfriend, David, amid a
frank discussion (I’d told him to confess his innermost fantasies or I
wouldn’t untie him!) said that he’d really like to see someone else wank,
and to be watched himself as he played with his 7 inches of manhood.
The idea was lost as he flung himself on top of me when I undid his
bonds but the seed of an idea had been planted…

A few days later, it was saturday evening and I’d been in preparation for
a couple of days. The shopping had been done and I was ready to play.
Seduction at our place often starts with a good meal and a bottle of
plonk and, having shared an extra glass of wine after dinner I led
David up to the bedroom. It was cosy in the room and the light was
dimmed a little. I sat David on the bed and told him he was just to
do as I asked. He smiled and I gently pushed him back onto the bed,
kissing him ever more deeply.

At first we just kissed, lips and then tongues, until our hands began
to rove over each others’ body. I held his face, then one hand went
behind his neck, pulling his lips harder to mine as my other hand
trailed outside his shirt, over his chest and around his nipples.
Davids’ nipples are sensitive and it didn’t take long for me to feel
their hardness through my fingertips. My nails started to scratch his
cherries where my fingers had lightly stroked and the intensity of the
feelings had him pressing his erectness hard against me.

David lay underneath me and I straightened up a little, undoing his
shirt and gripping his firm chest and scratching his nipples directly.
His cock was almost bursting out of his trousers and his fingers fervently
fondled my breasts through my blouse and bra. Just to surprise him I
shuffled up his body and, with my short, tight skirt having risen around
my hips I sat with my thighs each side of his face. He was treated to
a dripping wet pussy, no knickers, and he instantly reacted by delving
his tongue as far into my cunt as he could.

I laughed quietly to myself and moved from him, knowing that more,
much more, was to come…

As I moved from Davids’ face he reached for me but I avoided his hands
as he let me take off his remaining clothes. David has a good build and
he wasn’t ashamed of letting me see his naked body and I smiled as I saw
how big his cock had become. I loved to tease him and I could see that
my ministrations were having a massive effect on him!

David lay waiting for me to move towards him again so that he could
undress me and take me, but I had other ideas. From under the bed
I pulled two ankle cuffs; they were each attached to two chains and,
hidden under the bed, each chain was attached to one of the four corners
of the bed. I quickly slipped the cuffs onto Davids’ ankles before he
could protest and then stood back. The cuffs allowed him almost total
freedom – but only within the confines of the bed. There was lot of
spare chain so he could roam around the whole of our double bed but,
start towards the rest of the room and the chain pulled him short.

Davids’ eyes questioned why; all I said was “I just want a little freedom
to play where I want…why don’t you watch me..?”

As I spoke I let my long, mousy hair down from its clips – the ends
settled just above the swell of my firm 36 inch bust. My tits were
firm, and full, and I loved touching them. As my hand slid outside my
blouse, as I stood, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed so
that David, propped up on pillows could see me over his throbbing cock,
I raised my face so that my boobs strained against my caressing fingers
and my hips arched my ass from against the wall. I sighed gently as I
felt my nipples, rigid through my clothing, pushing nail-hard against
my touch. My sighs turned to small mews in my throat and I unbuttoned
my blouse and my front-catching bra, finally feeling my hands on my bare
breasts, squeezing and caressing their fullness and pinching and pulling
at my long nipples.

The more I played the more carried away I became and I pleaded with David,
“Watch me Baby, watch me play with myself.”

He just replied, breathily, “Yes, Darling, do it, wank for me, masturbate,
jerk yourself off, finger-fuck your cunt…”

I was surprised at the vehemence of his words but then, glancing through
my half-closed eyes I saw that David was firmly rubbing the flat of his
hand over his cock. His hands intermittently played over his thighs and
balls and his fingers occassionaly went to tweak his nipples, leaving
his back arched as his cock pleaded to regain its rubbing hand.

Closing my eyes again I scratched hard at my nipples, hurting them and
loving the pain. My right hand dived under the waistband of my skirt
in order to rub away some of the frustration from my soaking pussy but,
finding it restricted by the waistband and only able to tantalisingly
play with my erect clit, I undid the catch on the side of the skirt with
my left hand and then cried out in pleasure as three fingers of my hand
rammed themselves deep into my gaping cunt as the skirt dropped around
my ankles.

I was leaning against a wall, tits out, crying out, fucking with my
fingers for all I was worth and dressed only in white suspenders, white
stockings and white high-heels. My right hand wanked and my left hand
squeezed and tormented my breasts. All the time I was gasping, “Watch
this David, watch me fuck myself, watch me wank as I look at your naked
body and your hard cock, watch me frig myself as you pump your rod.
Do it David, do it with me!”

I was in ecstacy, I was rampant, aching; I was loving it and now my
eyes were opened and I watched David brazenly jerking his cock up
and down in his fist. He was wide-eyed and watching my fingers in my
cunt as he played with his body. He was writhing on the bed, wanting
to be released but aching for the intense pleasure never to finish.
Suddenly he was gasping and his body bent upwards and he screamed, “I’m
coming, I’m coming!” and jets of spunk flew into the air, up his chest
and even as far as his neck. I had never seen his spunk come out like
that; loads of it – he almost gave himself a mouthful!

He must have carried on pumping for a full half-minute before he fell
back on the bed, breathing heavily. I felt like I had come a thousand
times as I had wanked for him but I just wanted to carry on playing…

David has his eyes closed and, gently pulling my sopping fingers from
my hot cunt I went over to him. I knelt beside the bed and stirred the
juices from my fingers in with his cum that lay tracked across his belly
and chest. Then I lifted my cum covered fingers to his lips.

“Suck them baby.” I said, “This is you and me and I want you to taste us.
Eat and you can have me all night – that’s a promise.” He was wonderful
- he made like a trussed-up slave being ordered, rather than asked, to
do his womans’ bidding. At first he just extended his tongue a little,
lapping at my fingers, but then he closed his lips around each one in
turn, sucking at our juices and making small cries as though he were
getting excited all over again. My fingers turned into phallic symbols
for him and he dutifully sucked the five cocks on my hand. We looked
at each other as he did it, my eyes were wide and he was turning us both
on with his explicit love-play.

When my hand was clean I moved to his feet and, sliding my hand up the
outside of his thighs, over his hips and nipples, I licked, right up
his centre, from perineum, over his balls, sucking on each as I went,
nibbling gently along the semi-erect length of his penis, kissing and
sucking on its exposed head, licking and kissing over his navel and up
to his nipples, lapping up the remainder of his cum along the way, and
eventually stopping, now lying with my head on his chest where I sucked,
licked and teased his nipples and played with them with my fingers.

Under my belly I could feel his cock getting harder as I played more and
more with his nipples. I slid down the bed again and, kneeling at his
feet, pulled him towards me as much as his fetters would allow so that
now his cock and balls were nearly at the edge of the bed, right by my
waiting lips. I knew that, after his massive orgasm before, I had time
on my side and so I just gently leaned forward from my kneeling position
and kissed his balls lightly. I could hear his surprised intake of breath
for, as he lay on the bed, there was no way he could see what I was doing.
Pausing for a few seconds I leaned forward and again kissed his balls -
but slightly higher up the sac this time – towards the base of his cock.
I paused again, then kissed again, then paused, then kissed – and just
marvelled as, each time I kissed, his manhood would jerk and stretch
a little further… When I reached the base of his cock I tilted my
head to one side and then enveloped the base with my lips. I almost
couldn’t stretch my lips around the whole of his width but managed it
and then started to lick and suck at that part of his cock. David was
moaning and moving, arching his hips in a vain attempt to allow the upper
part of his manhood the same favours that the lower part was enjoying.
I only let him writhe for a short while and then, still sucking at the
base of his cock I closed my hand around the upper part and, pulling his
foreskin up and down, to its fullest extent, I began to slowly wank him.

I was tempted to enclose my mouth around the whole of his cock but
blow-jobs were nothing unusual for us and I wanted David to experience
something new; a fantasy come true…

Slowly, sooo slowly, teasing more than exciting, my hand moved up and
down his rod. My fingers, at the top of their travels, touched the
tip of his cock and spread a little more pre-cum around the tiny hole.
Occassionaly I would leave the foreskin stretched down and, with my other
hand, grazed his glans and the underside of his rod with my nails.
His moans were incomprehensible but the agonized bucking of his hips
told me all I needed to know.

It took over half an hour for my neck to ache so that I needed to
straighten up; as for David – he was so straight that even I was amazed -
I had never seen him so big and hard! He was teased to distraction -
he hadn’t been able to play with himself as I played with him and my
ministrations were so laid back that he was agonizingly frustrated and
MASSIVELY turned on. As I pulled away a little from him his right hand
dived towards his cock and his hips rose up, eager for dick to meet
digits to relieve his agony.

Worried that he may come so fast that the moment would too soon be over,
I leant over him, my nipples grazing the sheet between his legs and
reminding me that I was completely turned on too. As his hand moved
up and down his shaft I closed my hand over his and allowed the two to
move as one. The extra pressure from my hand and the closeness of my
touch obviously pleased him and he breathed, “Yes, oh Yes!”

Allowing my hand to exert a little more pressure on his I slowed
his movements down and, before he could protest at this restriction,
I lowered my mouth over his head so that he could feel my wet warmth
over his foreskin and then directly over the head of his rod as his
hand-movements exposed it. It was all he needed and, within a couple of
strokes (and a little suction on my part!) I felt his cum spurt into my
mouth; wet, warm, salty – I loved it but did not swallow and, as soon as
he was spent, I moved up Davids’ body and, still holding his cum in my
mouth, I french-kissed with him – sharing the warm spunk with its maker.

David is not inconsiderate but, after his exertions, he was obviously
tired and his gentle touches to my drenched cunt were very half-hearted.
I laughed gently, “You take it easy Lover-Boy – I need something good
and hard inside me and you’re obviously not up to the job…so you
just watch.”

It was the second time that evening that he’d watched me put on a show
for him but, in my state of unsatisfied lust, I would have performed
in front of a bunch of monkeys. I wasn’t putting on a show for him -
this was my playtime and I was making the most of it!

Opening a draw in my dresser I reached towards the back of it and brought
out a small box, shoe-box size. Opening the lid I pulled out a large,
ribbed vibrator. I had chosen the toy carefully, along with a few others
at the local porn-palace and its mechanics were quite wondrous; it pumped,
vibrated and twisted at three different speeds and it took only seconds to
slide the thick, eight inch toy right up my slit. I needed to be fucked.
We had played for what seemed like hours – foreplay wasn’t needed now
and I just leant into that toy for all I was worth. The speed was at
its second level and I moaned as I stood, in the middle of the room,
shoving that plastic cock inside me and mauling my tits with my free hand.
I could see David, his cock no longer limp, staring at me and gently
stroking his nipples. A thought crossed my mind and I reached into the
box again to pull out a long, thin vibrator. I walked over to the bed,
the large vibrator still in my cunt, and told David to lick the new toy.
He dutifully did so and, when it was nice and wet I knelt over his
body, my thighs straddling his waist. Leaning forward and asking him
to play with my tits I also took the thin vibrator and, switching it
on, slid its lubricated length up my ass. The feeling was fantastic,
a hard, moving cock up my cunt, a thin, pulsating length up my ass and
my nipples being licked and sucked while David moulded my breasts with
his hands and I turned the speed on the big vibrator up to its maximum.
I came and came and came.

I sagged, exhausted, on top of David, still squatting but with my tits on
his chest and my face buried in his shoulder. If anyone had asked me then
I wouldn’t have been able to raise any interest in sex (or anyone elses
for that matter!). David, it seemed, had other ideas; I hadn’t really
noticed the hard length of manhood that was rising strongly to meet my
body but I quickly noticed as, deftly pulling the thin vibrator from
my ass he replaced it with the tip of his cock. His rod just touched
my slightly widened ass-hole and I, not quite realising his intentions,
just playfully smiled and shook my head, “No, I don’t think so love…”

Unfortunately for me David was spurred on by my denial of my body to
him and he gripped my thighs from his position underneath me.

“Remember your promise,” He said as he gently pushed me back onto his
cock, my legs, spread astride his body, helped his access as did the
juices generated by our previous escapades. My eyes widened and I
tried to relax as I felt his knob slowly push up my anus. David, as
I’ve said, has a big tool and when it was up my cunt it was one thing,
but up my ass was something else entirely. The first sensation, just
a stretching of my ass-hole and his cock pushing rythmically against
it, each time trying to gain a little more access, were pleasant and
erotic but then, as he managed to get that thick rod further in to me
the pleasure became pain; not a ripping pain but a pain of being filled,
stretched and pleasured in a way I had never known.

My eyes were wide, my mouth screaming contradictions, “Oh yes, no more,
push it in, further, oh please take it out!” I was ecstatic, in a world
high above my real plane. Literally screwed out of my brains.

He was in me, filling my ass and the thick vibrator was still in my
cunt, still pulsating. I was being screwed from every way and Davids’
hands were pulling hard at my nipples. Only more pain could enhance
the delicious agony in my ass and he was giving it to me pulling and
twisting at my swollen buds. Suddenly, his hands flattened against my
tits and he pushed me away from him so that I was sitting up, almost
leaning backwards. I couldn’t believe the sensation for it drove his
prick even further into my expectant ass, filling me totally, seemingly
meeting the vibrator in my cunt at mid-point. The feelings drove me to
even greater heights and I rubbed furiously at my clit, screwing his cock
with my ass, driving my hole onto his cock until I came, massively and,
at the same time, I felt his warm cum spray the walls of my rectum.