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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I once had a 'bondage' experience with a young mother called Angie. It happened spontaneously one day when we were play wrestling naked on her bed. She had a lithe and slender body and we both were enjoying how legs and arms could intertwine and bodies slide together in such interesting positions when, as I rested my weight on top of her, I took hold of her wrist, to slow her struggles, reached for my tie, which was on the floor nearby, and quickly secured that wrist to the frame of the bedhead, telling her that now she couldn't struggle any more and she was powerless to resist me. She pointed out that just tying up one wrist wouldn't keep her from resisting and that there were some scarves in a dressing table drawer that I could use to do a proper job. I could see a sparkle of excitement in her eyes as she said this and I felt a quiver of pleasure too. I pulled out the scarves, tied one around her wrist and the to the bedhead. I looked at her nakedness spread out before me and felt a rush of lustful excitement send a tingle through my groin. I then knotted another scarf around her ankle, but realised that there was nowhere to tie it to at the foot of the bed, so I pushed her leg back until her knee was alongside her ear and tied it to the bedhead. The other leg followed and there she was, trussed to the frame of the bed, helpless, exposed; her holes stretched and vulnerable; a look of mock anxiety on her face that broke into a naughty smile. I was kneeling on the bed, my thighs pressed against her raised buttocks and my cock bobbing against her belly and high, hairy mound. It would have been so easy just to slip inside her soft, moist, yielding flesh, but I wanted to make this experience last, so I reached forward and stroked my fingers over the soles of her feet and down the backs of her calves, her knees, her thighs; over her buttocks, then pressed the flat of my hands against her open cunt and let my thumbs plunge inside her, feeling her juiciness, her warmth, before sliding my hands up over her belly to squeeze her breasts. She didn't lie still, as I explored her body, but wriggled under my caresses; thrusting her hips up, inviting me to penetrate her. I told her that I was in charge and that she would have to submit to my desires, not satisfy her own. As I thought that I remembered seeing a cucumber on the kitchen worktop and I told her to lie still while I just went to fetch something. She asked me what I was going to do, but I didn't answer just left the room and made my way to the kitchen where the cucumber lay. It was bigger than I remembered: a good 12" long, and there, in a tray on the worktop, was a vegetable peeler. I picked up both, climbed the stairs and went through the bedroom door with my hands behind my back. Naturally Angie asked me what I was hiding. I showed her and began to peel away the green skin at the pointed end of the fruit. I watched the expression on her face change from curiosity to surprise to shock as she realised how much of the green/white flesh was exposed. The peeled cuke was beaded with tiny drops of moisture which made it glisten and left a shiny trail as I stroked it across her belly and thighs before sliding it over the velvety flesh of her labia. The chill of the cucumber made her shiver, but the length and the width made her shudder and moan as I gently parted her lips and fed her hungry vagina the full extent of that healthy salad. I fucked her cunt with the shiny cuke, plunging it deep into her liquid depths, or teasing her with just a couple of inches, but her hip thrusts insisted that regular, fast thrusts brought her to a shuddering orgasm. I watched her as she relaxed: eyes closed, head to one side; the cucumber gently slipping from her soaking pussy - it was such a beautiful sight that I had to kiss and lick her limp body; sending my mouth and tongue over her belly and thighs, around the cuke and between the cheeks of her bum to lick her anus which, by now, was shiny with wetness from her orgasm and the cucumber. I let my finger open her anus and slip inside feeling the cucumber inside her vagina made me want to fuck her with it again, so I began a slow, rhythmic in and out motion which ran across the tip of my finger buried in her anus. I was now ready to explode myself I could feel the pulses of excitement running along the shaft of my stiff, wet cock. I knew just where I wanted my cock to be when it spurted the first jet of hot spunk, so my finger came out of her bum and my cock slid gently in. Angie had freed one hand,but was using it to stifle her gasps and moans with a pillow. The cucumber and my cock were working in rhythmic unison to bring us both to a climax. How could I hold out any longer with the sensations, the sight of her - trussed, naked, exposed - and the sound of her mounting excitement? I couldn't, and my cock pulsed and throbbed as my balls emptied my hot spunk into her arse.
After loosening the ties to her ankles it was a while before we moved, before we became fully conscious after such a release. I bet the cucumber never made the the salad bowl, but it did make two people very happy.
Who has a pic with knees drawn up alongside their face?
It's such a beautiful, sexy sight. |
