Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
"Whither Bound" Hour Three
"Whither Bound" (Hour Three)
by Julius
Copyright 2004
Lise sat up and got to her feet beside the bed. She was pleased with herself, half way through their little game and she was still in control. In control of John yes, but of herself, she wasn't so sure. Touching her throat and trailing her fingers down between her breasts, her skin was still slick with his come. She could smell the sharp scent of him - how she loved that. 'Now what?' she wondered.
John still lay on the bed, watching her through half-closed eyes. His cock was a small thing now. Lise wondered how long it would take for it to recover. Sometimes they would make love the following morning, sometimes it would be a couple of days. Quick, second fucks seldom happened. As usual Lise found herself wanting more.
She asked him to stand. He was in what he called his 'post-coital-phase,' but got slowly to his feet.
John was surprised to find he still wanted her. Usually he was happy to just lie snuggled up to Lise after they'd made love. But seeing her running her fingers over her cum-wet skin, was a wicked turn on. To his delight he felt his cock stir.
* * *
She'd led him back to the kitchen. It hadn't taken long and not that many of the cable ties to have John secured again for Lise's next little play. A belt made of the black ties kept him sat in the chair. A couple more secured his wrists to two of the table legs so that he sat there, pretty much unable to move.
Lise had left him briefly, to change. Returning, she'd announced, "This is my new peekaboo look," adding, "or soon will be." All she wore was a bra and panties. He recognised both as items he'd ordered for her for Christmas by e-mail. The panties were red with blacklace and they were crotchless. The matching bra was more decoration than support but looked wonderful on her, even if the job was perhaps too much for it. She picked up the scissors and came to stand close to him.
Her next act made him cringe. She pulled the tip of each bra cup outwards and snipped off the end. For a few moments he was too afraid about what MIGHT happen to notice the results. His mind yelled, 'Do be careful!' while his mouth opened and his eyes tried to close. But she knew what she was doing, and when she lowered the scissors her nipples jutted out through the jagged holes in the bra.
She'd done a less than perfect job and had cut away too much fabric. But it did look delightful. Nipples and a sizable amount of breast-flesh, protruded though the openings. Those nipples just begged for his attention.
Lise flicked each with a forefinger and said, "Peekaboo!"
John's cock began to lift. She perched her ass on the table, her thigh against his tethered forearm. Her right breast was inches from his mouth.
Lise moved her shoulders, making her breasts jostle. She looked into his eyes then down at the poking nipple, her message clear.
He bent to kiss her, sucking the nipple into his mouth, hungrily, urgently.
Lise gasped and threw her head back. Her pussy spasmed in response to the suction at her nipple. She looked down again at his mouth, her breast. He was suckling her like a hungry puppy, drawing more of her breast out through the ruined bra.
Her hands grabbed for her breast and squeezed,o ffering herself, urging him, "Harder, suck me harder," Nipple and pussy, her world shrank to nipple and pussy. She knew she was going to come. Her ass squirmed against the table edge, her knees worked one against the other as she struggled with the glorious turmoil between her legs. God! She was going to come. She was going to come.
Come she did. It was fast, too fast, her body seemed to become fluid. She'd never come like this before, with just breast loving and never, never standing. She pulled away from him, staggered, turned, rested her hands on the table. She fought for breath, a frightening wetness between her thighs.
John for his part was wondering how much more he could take. How much more ball-churning longing would she make him endure. He looked down at his cock. It was actually moving with the beat of his heart. For the hundredth time, he wondered if a guy could come just from wanting. But he wasn't going to beg, no sir!
Lise was longing for that cock too, but she was enjoying this as well. All the times John had finished his lovemaking and left her desperate for more. Lise was come-hungry. That's what she called it, the need to climax, not once but as often as it took to scratch the crazy itch inside her pussy.
She straightened and moved round to the other side of John. She brought her nipple close to him and said, "More, please," He looked up at her, his eyes seemed to plead but there was a flash of anger there too. Lise looked down between his legs, that beautiful penis. She almost weakened - she did want that lovely cock so very badly.
But she leaned forward and moved her nipple across the tip of his nose. She knew, as any woman knows, that the poor guy wouldn't be able to resist.
Sure enough, his lips opened and he took the bait. The jolt to her pussy was every bit as powerful as the one from her right nipple had been. Dear God! Her hunger frightened her, she wanted this, wanted more, more, more.
Her hunger surprised John, she seemed insatiable. But his own reaction amazed him too, a fresh hunger replaced his annoyance at her needs. His cock was rigid. This hardening nipple in his mouth was as much a turn on as its sister had been. He bit and suckled and pulled. She didn't seem to mind how hard. When she moaned and grabbed her breast he knew she was going to come again.
Lise had had her eyes closed, utterly focused on the sensations flashing from nipple to crotch. The waves were starting to build. John's mouth lost its grip on her nipple and she looked down to watch him capture it again. Her own mouth gaped as she watched him suckle her. He seemed to have half her breast pulled out through the ragged hole in her bra. It looked so sexy, the white softness against the torn red silk.
She glanced at her other breast, the nipple looked enormous! They'd never been this big, never. Like a big, ripe raspberry. Almost translucent, as if lit somehow from within. Oh God! It was about to happen again.
Her orgasm hit then, a wave that raced down through her and seemed to burst in her pussy. Her nipple pulled from his mouth and she crossed one leg over the other, clamping, squeezing. Her vagina spasmed. Was every muscle in her body having an orgasm? She crouched over the table, sobbing, squirming her hips, trying to hump the imaginary cock she craved so badly.
He asked her if she was alright. She nodded "Oh yes, I'm fine, just too weak to stand." She murmured, "Just beautiful, you have no idea how utterly wonderful that was. I thought I was going to gush out through my pussy."
He rested his forehead on the table and waited, listening, as her breathing slowed. "John, I've never come like that before. I thought I was going to die or turn inside out or ... "
The timer ticked away but he couldn't see its face. He hoped it would be his turn when the damned thing finally went off. Surely the hour must be up soon.
Incredibly his erection began to soften. He'd thought he was going to be permanently hard. John tested hisbonds for the hundredth time, wishing he could touch her. Her hip, her thigh, her ass were only inchesaway.
Slowly Lise gathered herself, her heart slowed to near normal. She'd planned to have him pleasure her until the last hour and then release him, so they could do what came naturally. She struggled to stand and slowly moved on unsteady legs to the other end of the table. She bit back an exclamation, the timer still showed fifty minutes to go. She realised she must have set it for two hours by mistake.
She glanced at John, "Poor puppy, maybe I should release you when this thing rings?"
"I'd like that," said John. She saw the smile and knew he must want her very badly.
Moving back towards him she felt her thighs moving wetly against each other. Did she dare ask him for more loving? How did she ever get so damned horny? After what she'd just been through, how could she still want more? She slid her hand down over her belly, into her panties. God, she was soaking.
John was watching her, watched her hand. The look on her face! Talk about bitch on heat!
She turned and perched her ass on the table. Swinging around she rested her feet on either side of his neck, and began squirming herself towards him. She stopped only when her ass was at the edge of the table and her legs draped over his shoulders.
Poor John, her pussy was only a foot or so from his face. "Maybe I should rest here a while for a few minutes," she said very quietly.
John felt the cool wet skin of her thighs on either side of his face. Lise had just come twice while he'd loved her big nipples. He licked his lips and groaned, he was fully erect yet again. What had happened to the two them? There seemed to be no end to their wanting.
* * *
The panties were slit from front to back, waistband to waistband. This wasn't obvious until she reached down and drew the sides apart. Lise eased the fabric aside, letting the red satin and black lace frame her pussy. Her neatly trimmed bush nestled in the opening.
John thought her very beautiful.
She reached down with both hands and slowly peeled herself open. She glistened wetly and her ass squirmed on the table.
His cock reared erect.
Lise opened herself wide with her fingertips, letting John see inside her, see into the tunnel that loved his cock and made love to his cock. Locking her heels behind his neck she drew him towards her, drew herself towards him. He went willingly.
His face between her thighs, the scent of her enveloped him. Her heat, her wonderful wetness, John opened his mouth and pressed into her. Lise screamed a soft scream, deep in her throat.
She moved her legs and crossed her knees. She had him now, had him trapped. She could fuck him or drown him. Her hands grabbed his hair and she ground her pussy against his mouth.
It was as if the breast fuck had never happened. John's cock was as hard and straining as it had been before. He wanted to stand, to plunge it into her, into that hot tunnel she'd clawed open and shown him. But he couldn't, his hands were strapped to the table legs and he couldn't escape the damned chair. God but he wanted her! Breathing wasn't easy with his mouth and nose clamped to her pussy. Her strong legs were hugging him to her and she was writhing under his face.
John moved his mouth up and surrounded her clit with his lips. He captured it and attacked it with his tongue. This was supposed to be done gently but she was going wild under his mouth.
John couldn't escape. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she was pulling him against her. Her hips bucked and bounced, she was fucking his face. The hardness of her pubic bone was driving up against hisnose as she fought. Finally, he pulled his face away from her, gasping for air.
"Noooooooo!" she screamed the word, adding desperately, "Don't stop John, don't stop."
She had been so close, now she squirmed her ass. The table was slick with her juices. She writhed and begged. Then bliss, his mouth was back, his lips, his lovely tongue. He was biting the lips of her pussy none too gently. She loved it. He licked the length of her. Lise slid her hands down on either side of his face and pulled herself open. Wanting him deeper, wanting all of him inside her. She heard her voice saying awful things.
Then his lips found her clit again and her nervous system went ballistic.
This time John rode out her mouth-fucking storm. She screamed when she came and kept screaming as she kept coming.
Finally she was begging him to stop, to stop before he killed her.
He rested his cheek on her thigh, face was cool with her wetness. He breathed her sweet muskiness and wondered what it would be like to slide his cock into that wetness. John waited, knowing he was going tofind out, soon.
by Julius
Copyright 2004
Lise sat up and got to her feet beside the bed. She was pleased with herself, half way through their little game and she was still in control. In control of John yes, but of herself, she wasn't so sure. Touching her throat and trailing her fingers down between her breasts, her skin was still slick with his come. She could smell the sharp scent of him - how she loved that. 'Now what?' she wondered.
John still lay on the bed, watching her through half-closed eyes. His cock was a small thing now. Lise wondered how long it would take for it to recover. Sometimes they would make love the following morning, sometimes it would be a couple of days. Quick, second fucks seldom happened. As usual Lise found herself wanting more.
She asked him to stand. He was in what he called his 'post-coital-phase,' but got slowly to his feet.
John was surprised to find he still wanted her. Usually he was happy to just lie snuggled up to Lise after they'd made love. But seeing her running her fingers over her cum-wet skin, was a wicked turn on. To his delight he felt his cock stir.
* * *
She'd led him back to the kitchen. It hadn't taken long and not that many of the cable ties to have John secured again for Lise's next little play. A belt made of the black ties kept him sat in the chair. A couple more secured his wrists to two of the table legs so that he sat there, pretty much unable to move.
Lise had left him briefly, to change. Returning, she'd announced, "This is my new peekaboo look," adding, "or soon will be." All she wore was a bra and panties. He recognised both as items he'd ordered for her for Christmas by e-mail. The panties were red with blacklace and they were crotchless. The matching bra was more decoration than support but looked wonderful on her, even if the job was perhaps too much for it. She picked up the scissors and came to stand close to him.
Her next act made him cringe. She pulled the tip of each bra cup outwards and snipped off the end. For a few moments he was too afraid about what MIGHT happen to notice the results. His mind yelled, 'Do be careful!' while his mouth opened and his eyes tried to close. But she knew what she was doing, and when she lowered the scissors her nipples jutted out through the jagged holes in the bra.
She'd done a less than perfect job and had cut away too much fabric. But it did look delightful. Nipples and a sizable amount of breast-flesh, protruded though the openings. Those nipples just begged for his attention.
Lise flicked each with a forefinger and said, "Peekaboo!"
John's cock began to lift. She perched her ass on the table, her thigh against his tethered forearm. Her right breast was inches from his mouth.
Lise moved her shoulders, making her breasts jostle. She looked into his eyes then down at the poking nipple, her message clear.
He bent to kiss her, sucking the nipple into his mouth, hungrily, urgently.
Lise gasped and threw her head back. Her pussy spasmed in response to the suction at her nipple. She looked down again at his mouth, her breast. He was suckling her like a hungry puppy, drawing more of her breast out through the ruined bra.
Her hands grabbed for her breast and squeezed,o ffering herself, urging him, "Harder, suck me harder," Nipple and pussy, her world shrank to nipple and pussy. She knew she was going to come. Her ass squirmed against the table edge, her knees worked one against the other as she struggled with the glorious turmoil between her legs. God! She was going to come. She was going to come.
Come she did. It was fast, too fast, her body seemed to become fluid. She'd never come like this before, with just breast loving and never, never standing. She pulled away from him, staggered, turned, rested her hands on the table. She fought for breath, a frightening wetness between her thighs.
John for his part was wondering how much more he could take. How much more ball-churning longing would she make him endure. He looked down at his cock. It was actually moving with the beat of his heart. For the hundredth time, he wondered if a guy could come just from wanting. But he wasn't going to beg, no sir!
Lise was longing for that cock too, but she was enjoying this as well. All the times John had finished his lovemaking and left her desperate for more. Lise was come-hungry. That's what she called it, the need to climax, not once but as often as it took to scratch the crazy itch inside her pussy.
She straightened and moved round to the other side of John. She brought her nipple close to him and said, "More, please," He looked up at her, his eyes seemed to plead but there was a flash of anger there too. Lise looked down between his legs, that beautiful penis. She almost weakened - she did want that lovely cock so very badly.
But she leaned forward and moved her nipple across the tip of his nose. She knew, as any woman knows, that the poor guy wouldn't be able to resist.
Sure enough, his lips opened and he took the bait. The jolt to her pussy was every bit as powerful as the one from her right nipple had been. Dear God! Her hunger frightened her, she wanted this, wanted more, more, more.
Her hunger surprised John, she seemed insatiable. But his own reaction amazed him too, a fresh hunger replaced his annoyance at her needs. His cock was rigid. This hardening nipple in his mouth was as much a turn on as its sister had been. He bit and suckled and pulled. She didn't seem to mind how hard. When she moaned and grabbed her breast he knew she was going to come again.
Lise had had her eyes closed, utterly focused on the sensations flashing from nipple to crotch. The waves were starting to build. John's mouth lost its grip on her nipple and she looked down to watch him capture it again. Her own mouth gaped as she watched him suckle her. He seemed to have half her breast pulled out through the ragged hole in her bra. It looked so sexy, the white softness against the torn red silk.
She glanced at her other breast, the nipple looked enormous! They'd never been this big, never. Like a big, ripe raspberry. Almost translucent, as if lit somehow from within. Oh God! It was about to happen again.
Her orgasm hit then, a wave that raced down through her and seemed to burst in her pussy. Her nipple pulled from his mouth and she crossed one leg over the other, clamping, squeezing. Her vagina spasmed. Was every muscle in her body having an orgasm? She crouched over the table, sobbing, squirming her hips, trying to hump the imaginary cock she craved so badly.
He asked her if she was alright. She nodded "Oh yes, I'm fine, just too weak to stand." She murmured, "Just beautiful, you have no idea how utterly wonderful that was. I thought I was going to gush out through my pussy."
He rested his forehead on the table and waited, listening, as her breathing slowed. "John, I've never come like that before. I thought I was going to die or turn inside out or ... "
The timer ticked away but he couldn't see its face. He hoped it would be his turn when the damned thing finally went off. Surely the hour must be up soon.
Incredibly his erection began to soften. He'd thought he was going to be permanently hard. John tested hisbonds for the hundredth time, wishing he could touch her. Her hip, her thigh, her ass were only inchesaway.
Slowly Lise gathered herself, her heart slowed to near normal. She'd planned to have him pleasure her until the last hour and then release him, so they could do what came naturally. She struggled to stand and slowly moved on unsteady legs to the other end of the table. She bit back an exclamation, the timer still showed fifty minutes to go. She realised she must have set it for two hours by mistake.
She glanced at John, "Poor puppy, maybe I should release you when this thing rings?"
"I'd like that," said John. She saw the smile and knew he must want her very badly.
Moving back towards him she felt her thighs moving wetly against each other. Did she dare ask him for more loving? How did she ever get so damned horny? After what she'd just been through, how could she still want more? She slid her hand down over her belly, into her panties. God, she was soaking.
John was watching her, watched her hand. The look on her face! Talk about bitch on heat!
She turned and perched her ass on the table. Swinging around she rested her feet on either side of his neck, and began squirming herself towards him. She stopped only when her ass was at the edge of the table and her legs draped over his shoulders.
Poor John, her pussy was only a foot or so from his face. "Maybe I should rest here a while for a few minutes," she said very quietly.
John felt the cool wet skin of her thighs on either side of his face. Lise had just come twice while he'd loved her big nipples. He licked his lips and groaned, he was fully erect yet again. What had happened to the two them? There seemed to be no end to their wanting.
* * *
The panties were slit from front to back, waistband to waistband. This wasn't obvious until she reached down and drew the sides apart. Lise eased the fabric aside, letting the red satin and black lace frame her pussy. Her neatly trimmed bush nestled in the opening.
John thought her very beautiful.
She reached down with both hands and slowly peeled herself open. She glistened wetly and her ass squirmed on the table.
His cock reared erect.
Lise opened herself wide with her fingertips, letting John see inside her, see into the tunnel that loved his cock and made love to his cock. Locking her heels behind his neck she drew him towards her, drew herself towards him. He went willingly.
His face between her thighs, the scent of her enveloped him. Her heat, her wonderful wetness, John opened his mouth and pressed into her. Lise screamed a soft scream, deep in her throat.
She moved her legs and crossed her knees. She had him now, had him trapped. She could fuck him or drown him. Her hands grabbed his hair and she ground her pussy against his mouth.
It was as if the breast fuck had never happened. John's cock was as hard and straining as it had been before. He wanted to stand, to plunge it into her, into that hot tunnel she'd clawed open and shown him. But he couldn't, his hands were strapped to the table legs and he couldn't escape the damned chair. God but he wanted her! Breathing wasn't easy with his mouth and nose clamped to her pussy. Her strong legs were hugging him to her and she was writhing under his face.
John moved his mouth up and surrounded her clit with his lips. He captured it and attacked it with his tongue. This was supposed to be done gently but she was going wild under his mouth.
John couldn't escape. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she was pulling him against her. Her hips bucked and bounced, she was fucking his face. The hardness of her pubic bone was driving up against hisnose as she fought. Finally, he pulled his face away from her, gasping for air.
"Noooooooo!" she screamed the word, adding desperately, "Don't stop John, don't stop."
She had been so close, now she squirmed her ass. The table was slick with her juices. She writhed and begged. Then bliss, his mouth was back, his lips, his lovely tongue. He was biting the lips of her pussy none too gently. She loved it. He licked the length of her. Lise slid her hands down on either side of his face and pulled herself open. Wanting him deeper, wanting all of him inside her. She heard her voice saying awful things.
Then his lips found her clit again and her nervous system went ballistic.
This time John rode out her mouth-fucking storm. She screamed when she came and kept screaming as she kept coming.
Finally she was begging him to stop, to stop before he killed her.
He rested his cheek on her thigh, face was cool with her wetness. He breathed her sweet muskiness and wondered what it would be like to slide his cock into that wetness. John waited, knowing he was going tofind out, soon.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
"Whither Bound" Hour Two
"Whither Bound" Hour Two
by Julius
Copyright 2004
Leading John by the cock, Lise takes him to the bathroom.
"Don't go away," whispered Lise and went back to the kitchen and reset the timer. John tested his restraints, no tighter and no looser.
He watched her as she came back into the bathroom. Her tee-shirt was still pushed up high, her lovely breasts bounced below it with every strutting step of her high heels. She saw him looking and put her cupped hands under them and lifted. Lowering her head, she caught her right nipple and sucked it into her mouth. John watched and wished. When she released it, the nipple was proud, glistening with her saliva.
Lise hefted her breasts again and said, "I'll save these for your dessert, so long as you behave."
She moved to stand beside him. Reaching for his erect cock she said, "I think he might break if I try to bend him down for you."
Lise took a facecloth and held it under the cold tap, soaking it. Holding the dripping cloth in one hand she used the other to stroke and squeeze him.
John just stood, eyes closed, revelling in the feeling of her playing with him. Her hand drove him slowly nearer to his climax. His erection felt as if the skin might split. He moaned softly. Oh God, but he had to pee!
Lise cupped the dripping cloth in her hand and brought it up over his balls.
He gasped and cursed her gently. His cock dwindled in her hand. She gave a little cry of delight, amazed at the transformation; rigid weapon to cute little spout.
"Now," she said, pointing his cock into the toilet.
"Not sure I can let go with you watching,". he murmured uncomfortably.
Lise knelt, still aiming him carefully. John stood and tried. Nothing.
"Relax," she whispered and rested her cheek against his hip, her other hand stroking the back of his thigh.
Finally, he sighed and she felt him relax and he began. She could feel the sudden rush of his release inside his cock, "That's sweet," she sighed, watching him empty. She loved it, he seemed so vulnerable like this, like a small boy. The flow seemed to continue forever. The softness of his cock, being able to touch, to hold it, a wonderful intimacy.
Finally the stream slowed. Her closeness, maybe the innocence of the moment, and no doubt the touch of herfingers worked their magic. His cock was stirring. She grabbed the facecloth again and wrapped it around the beginnings of his new erection. He sucked air through his teeth as the coldness enveloped him.
"I'd like to try something," she said, "Always wanted to do this, to feel you grow." She took his flaccid cock in her mouth. Her nose was in his pubic curls,his balls were against her chin.
John sighed, revelling in the heat of her mouth, the sight of her black hair below his belly.
She felt him stir, beginning to thicken in her mouth. The swelling head of his cock crept steadily along her tongue. She fought to contain him but the touch at the back of her throat made her draw her head back in reflex. Swelling, lengthening, his cock filled her mouth.
He watched as she slid back along his growing erection, more and more of him appearing outside her lips.
When she sensed him fully erect, she drew her mouth off him. "Wow!" she said, letting his cock head rest against the tip of her nose.
"Wow indeed," murmured John.
"Your turn to please me lover," she said, getting to her feet, "Come along," and she led the way to the bedroom.
John was in love with Lise's ass and happily followed, his gaze fixed on the swivelling globes in the pantyhose. Her long thighs, the backs of her knees, the firm calves sculpted by the tall heels - a lovely picture. But it was the ass that held his focus.
In the bedroom, Lise sat on the bed and then let herself fall back. She slid a hand down and ran her fingers tips over her mound, "Kiss it for me John."
John got awkwardly down onto to his knees. This 'hands-behind-the-back' pose was getting more and more uncomfortable. He moved forward, between her legs and bent to kiss her.
The soft cushion of her pubic curls between the pantyhose and her mound delighted him. That and the musky scent of her in his nostrils, had his softening cock rearing erect again. He ran his lips lower, deeper between her thighs, she was wet there, very wet. Soaked, raspy nylon under his mouth. Her breathing had become audible and his arousal was reaching a sweetly painful level.
He moved his mouth down her leg, kissing as he went. Her weeping pussy had wet her half way to her knees, while she'd been standing. He paused and moved up again to bury his mouth in her sex. Her scent was wonderful, beyond his words to describe. His cock seemed to harden even more, if that was possible. She was so wet. John wanted to drown in her. He cursed his restraints, wanting to slide his hands under her ass, needing to pull himself deeper into her.
Lise was in heaven. She was writhing; inside and out. Her ass squirmed on the bed. Everything inside her, from belly button to bush, was in delicious turmoil. Why had she put on the stupid pantyhose? She spread her legs wider trying to thrust herself against his mouth. She closed them clamping his head, holding him, wanting his mouth to stay forever.
John caught at her pantyhose with his teeth and tugged.
She squealed as pussy hairs were pulled out. The crotch of the hose tore a little, then a little more. Finally the nylon ripped wide open. Cool air washed over the wetness of her bared sex. Lise reached down, peeling her labia wide open with her thumbs, offering herself to him. She strained her thighs apart, a hip joint clicked.
John just looked for long moments at her beautiful gaping pinkness. He bent and slowly licked, up along her slit. She screamed and grabbed for his head, forcing him against her. She bucked her hips just once, bruisingly, against his mouth. Lise came.
John swallowed, loving the taste of her. He found the tiny button of her clit and sucked it, oh so gently, between his lips. He suckled, feeling her begin to quiver, hearing her beg. He played with this tiny morsel with the very tip of his tongue, teasing, drawing her on.
Lise came again and began fighting his head away from her, as her clit's nerve endings screamed in silent protest. She thought she may have nearly died. She lay on the bed, arms spread, legs wide, her breasts heaving. Lise was, for the moment, utterly spent.
John got to his feet, moved round the bed and lay down beside her. He needed release desperately and was getting close to begging for it.
Lise rolled onto her side, facing him, her breasts against his stomach. She reached out and took his erection in her hand. John groaned and murmured, "No more teasing, honey, please."
She had no intention of freeing his hands, but sensed it was past time to give his cock some serious loving. "Would John like to fuck Lise's tits?"
She smiled when he just groaned. "I'll take that as a yes." She rolled over and took the bottle of lube off the night-table and turned back to face him again.
John wanted nothing more than to fuck her tits. He'd have happily fucked her any way he could, any way she'd let him. Anything to relieve the awful pressures inside himself. His whole being seemed centred in his rigid penis.
Lise rolled onto her back, long enough to dribble lube between her breasts. She reached again for his cock and looked down at it. A wet patch on the duvet marked where his cock had drooled precum. She felt her pussy clench in response to the sight.
She eased herself close to him and, holding her breasts, she gently enveloped his penis with them.
The sensation was incredible, his cock wrapped in her breasts. The unbelievable softness as his cock head burrowed deep in her cleavage.
Lise squeezed her breasts together, trying to make the grip on his erection tighter. The lube made it impossible to stop his cock driving between them. The pressure on her boobs felt just wonderful. She began rubbing her thighs together. Incredibly her body was catching fire again. He kept fucking her cleavage and dreamily telling her how beautiful it felt.
"Oh God, I'm nearly there," he said in a hoarse whisper. His frantic thrusting slowed, almost stopped.
John wanted to hold back, to prolong the incredible. He felt the first boiling moments of his approaching orgasm. He tried to withdraw his cock from between herbreasts but it was too late. His begging voice said, "No! No! No!" and he froze. As the inevitable spasming started and the first gush raced along his cock, he made his last thrust back into the heat of her cleavage. His cock erupted.
Lise felt the splatter of his first spurt, hot under her chin.
Poor John uttered a desperate, "Oh yes!" with each gush. He came and came and kept coming. Lise clamped her thighs together, wickedly aroused again.
In the kitchen, the timer began its chirruping.
by Julius
Copyright 2004
Leading John by the cock, Lise takes him to the bathroom.
"Don't go away," whispered Lise and went back to the kitchen and reset the timer. John tested his restraints, no tighter and no looser.
He watched her as she came back into the bathroom. Her tee-shirt was still pushed up high, her lovely breasts bounced below it with every strutting step of her high heels. She saw him looking and put her cupped hands under them and lifted. Lowering her head, she caught her right nipple and sucked it into her mouth. John watched and wished. When she released it, the nipple was proud, glistening with her saliva.
Lise hefted her breasts again and said, "I'll save these for your dessert, so long as you behave."
She moved to stand beside him. Reaching for his erect cock she said, "I think he might break if I try to bend him down for you."
Lise took a facecloth and held it under the cold tap, soaking it. Holding the dripping cloth in one hand she used the other to stroke and squeeze him.
John just stood, eyes closed, revelling in the feeling of her playing with him. Her hand drove him slowly nearer to his climax. His erection felt as if the skin might split. He moaned softly. Oh God, but he had to pee!
Lise cupped the dripping cloth in her hand and brought it up over his balls.
He gasped and cursed her gently. His cock dwindled in her hand. She gave a little cry of delight, amazed at the transformation; rigid weapon to cute little spout.
"Now," she said, pointing his cock into the toilet.
"Not sure I can let go with you watching,". he murmured uncomfortably.
Lise knelt, still aiming him carefully. John stood and tried. Nothing.
"Relax," she whispered and rested her cheek against his hip, her other hand stroking the back of his thigh.
Finally, he sighed and she felt him relax and he began. She could feel the sudden rush of his release inside his cock, "That's sweet," she sighed, watching him empty. She loved it, he seemed so vulnerable like this, like a small boy. The flow seemed to continue forever. The softness of his cock, being able to touch, to hold it, a wonderful intimacy.
Finally the stream slowed. Her closeness, maybe the innocence of the moment, and no doubt the touch of herfingers worked their magic. His cock was stirring. She grabbed the facecloth again and wrapped it around the beginnings of his new erection. He sucked air through his teeth as the coldness enveloped him.
"I'd like to try something," she said, "Always wanted to do this, to feel you grow." She took his flaccid cock in her mouth. Her nose was in his pubic curls,his balls were against her chin.
John sighed, revelling in the heat of her mouth, the sight of her black hair below his belly.
She felt him stir, beginning to thicken in her mouth. The swelling head of his cock crept steadily along her tongue. She fought to contain him but the touch at the back of her throat made her draw her head back in reflex. Swelling, lengthening, his cock filled her mouth.
He watched as she slid back along his growing erection, more and more of him appearing outside her lips.
When she sensed him fully erect, she drew her mouth off him. "Wow!" she said, letting his cock head rest against the tip of her nose.
"Wow indeed," murmured John.
"Your turn to please me lover," she said, getting to her feet, "Come along," and she led the way to the bedroom.
John was in love with Lise's ass and happily followed, his gaze fixed on the swivelling globes in the pantyhose. Her long thighs, the backs of her knees, the firm calves sculpted by the tall heels - a lovely picture. But it was the ass that held his focus.
In the bedroom, Lise sat on the bed and then let herself fall back. She slid a hand down and ran her fingers tips over her mound, "Kiss it for me John."
John got awkwardly down onto to his knees. This 'hands-behind-the-back' pose was getting more and more uncomfortable. He moved forward, between her legs and bent to kiss her.
The soft cushion of her pubic curls between the pantyhose and her mound delighted him. That and the musky scent of her in his nostrils, had his softening cock rearing erect again. He ran his lips lower, deeper between her thighs, she was wet there, very wet. Soaked, raspy nylon under his mouth. Her breathing had become audible and his arousal was reaching a sweetly painful level.
He moved his mouth down her leg, kissing as he went. Her weeping pussy had wet her half way to her knees, while she'd been standing. He paused and moved up again to bury his mouth in her sex. Her scent was wonderful, beyond his words to describe. His cock seemed to harden even more, if that was possible. She was so wet. John wanted to drown in her. He cursed his restraints, wanting to slide his hands under her ass, needing to pull himself deeper into her.
Lise was in heaven. She was writhing; inside and out. Her ass squirmed on the bed. Everything inside her, from belly button to bush, was in delicious turmoil. Why had she put on the stupid pantyhose? She spread her legs wider trying to thrust herself against his mouth. She closed them clamping his head, holding him, wanting his mouth to stay forever.
John caught at her pantyhose with his teeth and tugged.
She squealed as pussy hairs were pulled out. The crotch of the hose tore a little, then a little more. Finally the nylon ripped wide open. Cool air washed over the wetness of her bared sex. Lise reached down, peeling her labia wide open with her thumbs, offering herself to him. She strained her thighs apart, a hip joint clicked.
John just looked for long moments at her beautiful gaping pinkness. He bent and slowly licked, up along her slit. She screamed and grabbed for his head, forcing him against her. She bucked her hips just once, bruisingly, against his mouth. Lise came.
John swallowed, loving the taste of her. He found the tiny button of her clit and sucked it, oh so gently, between his lips. He suckled, feeling her begin to quiver, hearing her beg. He played with this tiny morsel with the very tip of his tongue, teasing, drawing her on.
Lise came again and began fighting his head away from her, as her clit's nerve endings screamed in silent protest. She thought she may have nearly died. She lay on the bed, arms spread, legs wide, her breasts heaving. Lise was, for the moment, utterly spent.
John got to his feet, moved round the bed and lay down beside her. He needed release desperately and was getting close to begging for it.
Lise rolled onto her side, facing him, her breasts against his stomach. She reached out and took his erection in her hand. John groaned and murmured, "No more teasing, honey, please."
She had no intention of freeing his hands, but sensed it was past time to give his cock some serious loving. "Would John like to fuck Lise's tits?"
She smiled when he just groaned. "I'll take that as a yes." She rolled over and took the bottle of lube off the night-table and turned back to face him again.
John wanted nothing more than to fuck her tits. He'd have happily fucked her any way he could, any way she'd let him. Anything to relieve the awful pressures inside himself. His whole being seemed centred in his rigid penis.
Lise rolled onto her back, long enough to dribble lube between her breasts. She reached again for his cock and looked down at it. A wet patch on the duvet marked where his cock had drooled precum. She felt her pussy clench in response to the sight.
She eased herself close to him and, holding her breasts, she gently enveloped his penis with them.
The sensation was incredible, his cock wrapped in her breasts. The unbelievable softness as his cock head burrowed deep in her cleavage.
Lise squeezed her breasts together, trying to make the grip on his erection tighter. The lube made it impossible to stop his cock driving between them. The pressure on her boobs felt just wonderful. She began rubbing her thighs together. Incredibly her body was catching fire again. He kept fucking her cleavage and dreamily telling her how beautiful it felt.
"Oh God, I'm nearly there," he said in a hoarse whisper. His frantic thrusting slowed, almost stopped.
John wanted to hold back, to prolong the incredible. He felt the first boiling moments of his approaching orgasm. He tried to withdraw his cock from between herbreasts but it was too late. His begging voice said, "No! No! No!" and he froze. As the inevitable spasming started and the first gush raced along his cock, he made his last thrust back into the heat of her cleavage. His cock erupted.
Lise felt the splatter of his first spurt, hot under her chin.
Poor John uttered a desperate, "Oh yes!" with each gush. He came and came and kept coming. Lise clamped her thighs together, wickedly aroused again.
In the kitchen, the timer began its chirruping.
"Whither Bound" Hour One
"Whither Bound?" Hour One
by Julius
Copyright 2004
She didn't altogether trust his talk of wanting to try the bondage scene. She'd glimpsed enough on the web about hot wax and labia clips and nipple clamps, rope and chains and kindred stuff. It's alright having safe words and promises and so on but ...
It was the 'but' that bothered Lise, bothered her enough to make her gently put him off every time.
He never really pushed the subject but ..., she knew he wanted to try.
He was a gentle man and passionate. He satisfied her and she him, but... Sometimes she wished they were a little more adventurous. They never talked about other roads. She wondered if the bondage thing was John's way of trying to add a little spice.
Trouble was, his idea of bondage seemed a little one sided and that was what worried her.
Then one day she'd talked to Angie, her best friend in all the world. "Well, why not tell him you want to try it on him first?" had been Angie's advice.
That was how come the kitchen timer was ticking away and John had his wrists tied. That was why John was wondering, a little nervously, about the next four hours.
When Lise had suggested she tried the bondage thing on him he'd jumped at the idea. When she'd said, "How about an hour?"
He'd replied,"Take as long as you like."
They'd settled for four.
Lise had slipped a black cable tie around each of his wrists. Loose enough to slip but only just. She joined them with a third tie. He might as well have been handcuffed. Sitting on the kitchen chair, he was pretty well helpless. The third tie that joined his wrists, also secured him to the back of the chair. Each time she'd snugged up one of those ties, the scratchy noise had sent a thrill right through her.
He wore just a pair of black briefs and Lise felt the familiar heat blossoming in the pit of her stomach. She had no real idea what to do with this helpless lover of hers. She did know she could barely keep her eyes off the lovely stuffed pouch.
She'd had all day to think about it and had had a few thoughts but this was new territory for her. Tease him was the main idea. She wasn't sure she could inflict pain, but tease yes. He'd pushed the idea for long enough. Hinting about a change being good for them. Something new, something different; John was nothing if not persistent. It had annoyed her more than he had realised. No matter how often she'd said 'No,' John would be hinting and suggesting again before too long.
Well, now he was going to experience a little bondage, but from the opposite side of the fence. Part of her was looking forward to this, but by far the bigger part was getting aroused.
Telling him she was going to get into something a little more comfortable, she left him sitting in the kitchen.
"Don't be long honey," he called after her.
In the bedroom she took everything off; blouse, jeans, panties and bra. Lise had thought about this part and put on brand new black pantyhose, a white tee shirt and lastly black, high-heeled pumps. She posed in front of the mirror and liked what she saw. Her breasts needed a bra really, but she decided they looked just fine under the shirt. Into the bathroom she went and peeled off the tee-shirt. She ran warm water into the basin and put it in.
Lise squeezed enough water out of it so it wouldn't drip, and struggled back into it again. She looked in the mirror and all but purred. What a lot of Lise, she thought. A day for firsts it seemed, up until then she'd only read about wet tee-shirt contests.
She walked carefully back to the kitchen in her high heels, suddenly nervous about this little scheme. Her legs and ass felt very naked in the hose. Her breasts were chilled by the air against the wet cotton, and she felt her nipples erecting. She glanced down, yes, the little devils were poking out against the fabric, wickedly prominent. How would John react? She smiled to herself, knowing exactly how John would react.
She click-clacked into the kitchen. His face said it all.
John was awed by the sight of her. The pantyhose and heels made her look so incredibly tall and leggy. But the jut of her nipples was what held his eyes. They seemed huge. Her braless breasts had a lower, heavier set to them, but those nipples, those crazy nipples. He groaned. He actually groaned. He felt his cock writhe slowly in his briefs, almost like an awakening snake, uncoiling. "Oh wow!" he exclaimed.
"Rule one," said Lise, "no more talking from you, not a word or I'll gag you, OK?"
John opened his mouth to speak but nodded instead.
Lise hoped he'd speak, she liked the idea of gagging him.
"Now then," she said, "let's see just how big and hard we can get that cock of yours." She took a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and moved towards him, opening and closing the blades noisily.
She cut the sides of his briefs, and then squatted in front of him pushing his knees apart.
John wasn't sure he could get any harder than he was already. Lise was close enough to touch but he couldn't move his hands. Squatted as she was, with her own knees wide apart, the crotch of her pantyhose was stretched tight. He could see the shadow of her bush under the nylon.
She reached out and peeled down the front of his ruined briefs. "Oh my, he looks pretty big already."
Lise wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to put her hand round his lovely hardness. She'd thought that teasing her man for four hours would be fun, but by then her own arousal had got pretty intense. Maybe one hour, maybe, it would be nice to hear him beg, nice to tease him, play with him for a little while. She'd try.
Lise stood again and placed her hands behind her head.
John watched in happy disbelief as Lise swung her shoulders, making her breasts do wonderful things under the wet cotton. So big and so heavy, he longed to cup his hands under them, feel their weight, get his mouth at those nipples. He wanted to make love to those love-able breasts. He wanted her. His cock hurt, it was so swollen.
She turned away and bent over slowly to touch her toes. The chair squeaked as John shifted uncomfortably. Her ass, oh god her ass! It was covered in that glistening nylon, it looked so wickedlybeautiful. The seam diving between her buttocks, joining the crotch insert. Her pussy's contours were emphasised by the clinging tightness. He strained towards her and heard himself say, "Oh God, but I want you."
She straightened and turned back to look at him, "I said no talking. Now you'll have to be gagged."
Lise moved close. The tee shirt was tight and wet and all but transparent. Her nipples and their aureolae clearly visible. She turned slightly and leaned towards him, "Now what could I put in your mouth to keep you quiet?" Her right nipple was inches from his lips.
John leaned forward and his lips found the offered morsel. He opened wide and took nipple and breast, flesh and wet cotton into his mouth. He bit her none too gently, sucking water out of the fabric. Her nipple felt huge.
Lise groaned and closed her eyes. Her legs threatened to buckle. She felt the zap in her pussy as the signals flashed down from her nipple. She grabbed his head and pulled him against her breast, wanting more. She was beginning to lose it, she thought. She pulled her breast away from his mouth and turning slightly, poked the other nipple at him. Why couldn't he suckle both at once?
John wanted to grab her ass or slip his hand between her thighs or pull the tee-shirt up, but he couldn't. Surely she wanted him free, wanted what he wanted so badly? This bondage thing was suddenly too frustrating. Why had he let her tie him up? She had too much control this way, damn it. He pulled his head away from her, "Untie me honey, please," he begged her urgently.
"Naughty puppy!" she said. "No more treats for you." She peeled the tee-shirt up off her breasts and began swinging them. Her nipples brushed his nose and mouth. She leaned closer and actually began slapping his face with them. "No more treats for a bad puppy," she repeated. She left him then and went back to the bedroom.
John liked the feel of having his face struck by her breasts. Liked the sight of them, big and heavy and swinging like that. God but he wished he could at least grab his cock.
When she came back she had her little white panties in her hand. She stood in front of him and balling them up she pressed them hard against his lips. When he opened his mouth to protest, she simply popped theminside.
John was now effectively silenced. If he spit her panties out she told him, she'd tie them in. She held up one of his ties, to emphasise her point.
She squatted again between his knees and reached for his softening cock. She played with its head with her fingers and all but purred aloud as it swelled and hardened in her hands. She'd never really looked closely at John's cock, any cock, before. It was beautiful, she knew that, but now, with him helpless she could really take her time. She traced the veins on his shaft with a finger tip.
John sat and squirmed and wondered. He wondered about what Lise was planning. He wondered just what would happen and as his cock strained and ached, he realised he was at her mercy. He could feel her breath on his thighs, and her dainty fingers playing with the head of his cock. She was talking to it.
"Aren't you beautiful, aren't you just the most lovely thing?" she said softly, then, "ooh but you're leaking." She took his precum with her finger tip and slowly painted his cock-head with the slickness. A desperate need had built in her. A vacuum between her legs that begged for filling. Teasing him had turned into teasing herself and Lise wondered just how long she could deny her pussy its needs.
John felt her hair brushing his legs as she bent her head and kissed him. Her lips were around the head of his cock, tight and sucking gently. She raised her head and her lips made a loud kissing noise as he popped out. "My, but you taste good."
All John could do was groan, and beg silently for more. He stared down into her eyes. They were huge and round and wide, wide open. She took his cock again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Could there be a more beautiful sight he wondered, than her staring up at him like that, while her swollen lips slid up and down his straining erection?
Lise knew he was getting close. He was beginning to thrust at her, fucking her mouth. She stood then and slid a hand down over the mound of her pussy. "You're not the only one leaking and horny," she told him. She ran her cupped fingers over the swell of her sex. "Should I rip my pantyhose open and straddle you and slip my wet pussy down over that beautiful cock? Should I? Should I?" she paused, head on one side, pretending to listen. "I can't hear you, hmm, guess you're not ready for it yet."
Then she ran her slick fingertips over his lips and under his nose. He caught the musky, woman scent of her and his eyes looked up at her, pleading. John had never experienced anything like this before. The unbelievable arousal and being unable to do anything about it. His cock was a torment, he could feel his every heart beat in it. He could taste her, his mouthfull of her panties, the panties she'd worn all day. She just stood there, legs and tits, pure girl power.
The timer announced the end of the first hour. She reached out and carefully pulled the panties from his mouth.
"I want you Lise," her said. There was a desperationin his voice that echoed her own wanting.
Then he added, "God but I need to take a leak, how about you untie me?"
She reached down and grabbed his cock, "I read somewhere that a guy can't pee while he has an erection. What happens if I keep you hard forever?"
He looked at her and squirmed while she gently stroked him.
Lise went behind him and took a new tie from the counter and slipped it through the two around his wrists. Then she took the scissors and cut the one holding him to the chair. He got to his feet with a groan, one of his knee joints popped.
She moved in front of him and took his still erect penis in her hand. "I'll help you," she said and led him, small hand gripping big cock, to the bathroom.
by Julius
Copyright 2004
She didn't altogether trust his talk of wanting to try the bondage scene. She'd glimpsed enough on the web about hot wax and labia clips and nipple clamps, rope and chains and kindred stuff. It's alright having safe words and promises and so on but ...
It was the 'but' that bothered Lise, bothered her enough to make her gently put him off every time.
He never really pushed the subject but ..., she knew he wanted to try.
He was a gentle man and passionate. He satisfied her and she him, but... Sometimes she wished they were a little more adventurous. They never talked about other roads. She wondered if the bondage thing was John's way of trying to add a little spice.
Trouble was, his idea of bondage seemed a little one sided and that was what worried her.
Then one day she'd talked to Angie, her best friend in all the world. "Well, why not tell him you want to try it on him first?" had been Angie's advice.
That was how come the kitchen timer was ticking away and John had his wrists tied. That was why John was wondering, a little nervously, about the next four hours.
When Lise had suggested she tried the bondage thing on him he'd jumped at the idea. When she'd said, "How about an hour?"
He'd replied,"Take as long as you like."
They'd settled for four.
Lise had slipped a black cable tie around each of his wrists. Loose enough to slip but only just. She joined them with a third tie. He might as well have been handcuffed. Sitting on the kitchen chair, he was pretty well helpless. The third tie that joined his wrists, also secured him to the back of the chair. Each time she'd snugged up one of those ties, the scratchy noise had sent a thrill right through her.
He wore just a pair of black briefs and Lise felt the familiar heat blossoming in the pit of her stomach. She had no real idea what to do with this helpless lover of hers. She did know she could barely keep her eyes off the lovely stuffed pouch.
She'd had all day to think about it and had had a few thoughts but this was new territory for her. Tease him was the main idea. She wasn't sure she could inflict pain, but tease yes. He'd pushed the idea for long enough. Hinting about a change being good for them. Something new, something different; John was nothing if not persistent. It had annoyed her more than he had realised. No matter how often she'd said 'No,' John would be hinting and suggesting again before too long.
Well, now he was going to experience a little bondage, but from the opposite side of the fence. Part of her was looking forward to this, but by far the bigger part was getting aroused.
Telling him she was going to get into something a little more comfortable, she left him sitting in the kitchen.
"Don't be long honey," he called after her.
In the bedroom she took everything off; blouse, jeans, panties and bra. Lise had thought about this part and put on brand new black pantyhose, a white tee shirt and lastly black, high-heeled pumps. She posed in front of the mirror and liked what she saw. Her breasts needed a bra really, but she decided they looked just fine under the shirt. Into the bathroom she went and peeled off the tee-shirt. She ran warm water into the basin and put it in.
Lise squeezed enough water out of it so it wouldn't drip, and struggled back into it again. She looked in the mirror and all but purred. What a lot of Lise, she thought. A day for firsts it seemed, up until then she'd only read about wet tee-shirt contests.
She walked carefully back to the kitchen in her high heels, suddenly nervous about this little scheme. Her legs and ass felt very naked in the hose. Her breasts were chilled by the air against the wet cotton, and she felt her nipples erecting. She glanced down, yes, the little devils were poking out against the fabric, wickedly prominent. How would John react? She smiled to herself, knowing exactly how John would react.
She click-clacked into the kitchen. His face said it all.
John was awed by the sight of her. The pantyhose and heels made her look so incredibly tall and leggy. But the jut of her nipples was what held his eyes. They seemed huge. Her braless breasts had a lower, heavier set to them, but those nipples, those crazy nipples. He groaned. He actually groaned. He felt his cock writhe slowly in his briefs, almost like an awakening snake, uncoiling. "Oh wow!" he exclaimed.
"Rule one," said Lise, "no more talking from you, not a word or I'll gag you, OK?"
John opened his mouth to speak but nodded instead.
Lise hoped he'd speak, she liked the idea of gagging him.
"Now then," she said, "let's see just how big and hard we can get that cock of yours." She took a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and moved towards him, opening and closing the blades noisily.
She cut the sides of his briefs, and then squatted in front of him pushing his knees apart.
John wasn't sure he could get any harder than he was already. Lise was close enough to touch but he couldn't move his hands. Squatted as she was, with her own knees wide apart, the crotch of her pantyhose was stretched tight. He could see the shadow of her bush under the nylon.
She reached out and peeled down the front of his ruined briefs. "Oh my, he looks pretty big already."
Lise wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to put her hand round his lovely hardness. She'd thought that teasing her man for four hours would be fun, but by then her own arousal had got pretty intense. Maybe one hour, maybe, it would be nice to hear him beg, nice to tease him, play with him for a little while. She'd try.
Lise stood again and placed her hands behind her head.
John watched in happy disbelief as Lise swung her shoulders, making her breasts do wonderful things under the wet cotton. So big and so heavy, he longed to cup his hands under them, feel their weight, get his mouth at those nipples. He wanted to make love to those love-able breasts. He wanted her. His cock hurt, it was so swollen.
She turned away and bent over slowly to touch her toes. The chair squeaked as John shifted uncomfortably. Her ass, oh god her ass! It was covered in that glistening nylon, it looked so wickedlybeautiful. The seam diving between her buttocks, joining the crotch insert. Her pussy's contours were emphasised by the clinging tightness. He strained towards her and heard himself say, "Oh God, but I want you."
She straightened and turned back to look at him, "I said no talking. Now you'll have to be gagged."
Lise moved close. The tee shirt was tight and wet and all but transparent. Her nipples and their aureolae clearly visible. She turned slightly and leaned towards him, "Now what could I put in your mouth to keep you quiet?" Her right nipple was inches from his lips.
John leaned forward and his lips found the offered morsel. He opened wide and took nipple and breast, flesh and wet cotton into his mouth. He bit her none too gently, sucking water out of the fabric. Her nipple felt huge.
Lise groaned and closed her eyes. Her legs threatened to buckle. She felt the zap in her pussy as the signals flashed down from her nipple. She grabbed his head and pulled him against her breast, wanting more. She was beginning to lose it, she thought. She pulled her breast away from his mouth and turning slightly, poked the other nipple at him. Why couldn't he suckle both at once?
John wanted to grab her ass or slip his hand between her thighs or pull the tee-shirt up, but he couldn't. Surely she wanted him free, wanted what he wanted so badly? This bondage thing was suddenly too frustrating. Why had he let her tie him up? She had too much control this way, damn it. He pulled his head away from her, "Untie me honey, please," he begged her urgently.
"Naughty puppy!" she said. "No more treats for you." She peeled the tee-shirt up off her breasts and began swinging them. Her nipples brushed his nose and mouth. She leaned closer and actually began slapping his face with them. "No more treats for a bad puppy," she repeated. She left him then and went back to the bedroom.
John liked the feel of having his face struck by her breasts. Liked the sight of them, big and heavy and swinging like that. God but he wished he could at least grab his cock.
When she came back she had her little white panties in her hand. She stood in front of him and balling them up she pressed them hard against his lips. When he opened his mouth to protest, she simply popped theminside.
John was now effectively silenced. If he spit her panties out she told him, she'd tie them in. She held up one of his ties, to emphasise her point.
She squatted again between his knees and reached for his softening cock. She played with its head with her fingers and all but purred aloud as it swelled and hardened in her hands. She'd never really looked closely at John's cock, any cock, before. It was beautiful, she knew that, but now, with him helpless she could really take her time. She traced the veins on his shaft with a finger tip.
John sat and squirmed and wondered. He wondered about what Lise was planning. He wondered just what would happen and as his cock strained and ached, he realised he was at her mercy. He could feel her breath on his thighs, and her dainty fingers playing with the head of his cock. She was talking to it.
"Aren't you beautiful, aren't you just the most lovely thing?" she said softly, then, "ooh but you're leaking." She took his precum with her finger tip and slowly painted his cock-head with the slickness. A desperate need had built in her. A vacuum between her legs that begged for filling. Teasing him had turned into teasing herself and Lise wondered just how long she could deny her pussy its needs.
John felt her hair brushing his legs as she bent her head and kissed him. Her lips were around the head of his cock, tight and sucking gently. She raised her head and her lips made a loud kissing noise as he popped out. "My, but you taste good."
All John could do was groan, and beg silently for more. He stared down into her eyes. They were huge and round and wide, wide open. She took his cock again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Could there be a more beautiful sight he wondered, than her staring up at him like that, while her swollen lips slid up and down his straining erection?
Lise knew he was getting close. He was beginning to thrust at her, fucking her mouth. She stood then and slid a hand down over the mound of her pussy. "You're not the only one leaking and horny," she told him. She ran her cupped fingers over the swell of her sex. "Should I rip my pantyhose open and straddle you and slip my wet pussy down over that beautiful cock? Should I? Should I?" she paused, head on one side, pretending to listen. "I can't hear you, hmm, guess you're not ready for it yet."
Then she ran her slick fingertips over his lips and under his nose. He caught the musky, woman scent of her and his eyes looked up at her, pleading. John had never experienced anything like this before. The unbelievable arousal and being unable to do anything about it. His cock was a torment, he could feel his every heart beat in it. He could taste her, his mouthfull of her panties, the panties she'd worn all day. She just stood there, legs and tits, pure girl power.
The timer announced the end of the first hour. She reached out and carefully pulled the panties from his mouth.
"I want you Lise," her said. There was a desperationin his voice that echoed her own wanting.
Then he added, "God but I need to take a leak, how about you untie me?"
She reached down and grabbed his cock, "I read somewhere that a guy can't pee while he has an erection. What happens if I keep you hard forever?"
He looked at her and squirmed while she gently stroked him.
Lise went behind him and took a new tie from the counter and slipped it through the two around his wrists. Then she took the scissors and cut the one holding him to the chair. He got to his feet with a groan, one of his knee joints popped.
She moved in front of him and took his still erect penis in her hand. "I'll help you," she said and led him, small hand gripping big cock, to the bathroom.
Friday, May 21, 2010
"Going Down"
"Going Down"
by Julius
Copyright January 2010
To “Playjock Magazine”
Dear Hugh,
My boyfriend and me were reading the letters in your magazine. When we got to the one about the woman who could control her cumming, Roger, he’s my boyfriend, said I couldn’t control mine, not if it was him going down on me.
We thought about it a while and I said I could control mine forever. So I’m sat here at the computer and Roger’s down there on his knees under the desk waiting to start on me. I’ve told him I can write and not cum and he’ll get too tired to keep going long before my whistle blows. He says he’ll make me come long before he gets tired. Should be fun.
I’m wearing a skirt. That’s kinda different for me. And panties too. Roger says that’s not fair because I don’t usually wear panties. But I said he’d have trouble going down on me if I wore my jeans so he said OK.
Anyway, here goes, I’m going to open my legs.
Aah! His hands are on my knees and he’s sliding the skirt up. Hope he takes his time, he usually does, Roger’s a great lover really. Hope he likes the panties. If he knew I’d borrowed them from my older sister that would turn him on I bet. I know he has the hots for Angela.
Oh God! He’s kissing his way up my left thigh. Higher and higher. Slowly, one kiss at a time. He says I smell good. I like that, the idea he likes the way I smell. I showered this morning but I only used soap so that’s my pure pussy scent he’s saying he likes.
Nearly at those panties. Jeez I can feel myself getting all trembly.
Oh no! He’s stopped and gone back down to my right knee. Must be dark under there so I guess he won’t really see the panties anyway. They’re pale blue and shiny, sort of satiny stuff. They’re too tight and they’ll really get in his way. They’re already in the crack of my ass. More like one of those wicked, little thongs he bought me for Christmas.
Here he goes, up my other thigh, little kisses I can hear him kissing and feel him too. Higher and higher, please don’t stop this time Roger. I want your mouth on me. I’m getting horny. This’ll never do if I’m going to outlast him.
Oh Jeez yes! That’s it Roger. He’s got his face pressed into my crotch now. He’s perfectly still against my pussy. God! Why did I wear these stupid panties? If I hadn’t, his tongue would be into me now I bet, honey dipping.
This typing’s difficult! I want to just sprawl here, grab his head in both hands and just fuck his face. Just hump my little cunny against his lovely mouth.
I shaved my little puss this morning. Now he can’t feel it because of the stupid panties! Never mind I’m supposed to be tiring him out aren’t I. But this is turning me on! Turning me on? Fuck, I must be wetting those panties now!
I can’t get my legs open any wider. Ouch! There goes that hip joint doing its click thing.
Oh I love it when he does that; kisses the hollows at the tops of my thighs.
Oh yes! Do it! He’s got a finger inside my panties and he’s pulling them aside. Ouch! They’re tight. I’m squirming my ass.
He’s found my bare pussy. Says he loves it. Like a little girl’s he says. He’s looking up at me now and grinning. I tell him I’m a long way from coming, which isn’t really true.
Christ! There he goes. His open mouth covers me. He’s biting, gently, a whole mouthful of my pussy. And he’s making that humming noise that he does when he goes down on me. Pressing his face between my legs, biting, worrying like he’s hungry and trying to bite piece of me. Oh God Roger, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.
I can’t type ……………... I need to keep his head there, I need to squeeze my tits, pinch my nipples, I need to come, Oh fuck I need, need, need.
He stops. Oh god, don’t stop I beg silently.
He looking up at me again, grinning again, he knows what he’s doing to me, how can he not, I can‘t keep still and I know I must wetter than fuck down there.
His hands move and now he’s peeling me open with his thumbs. My pussy gapes, it’s all wet pinkness. It’s hungry, a hungry pussy. Looks like it might bite him first.
Roger sticks out his tongue and wiggles it. All the time his eyes are on mine. Teasing bastard. Get at my cunt, I scream inside my head, get at my cunt.
Oh God! He does the lick thing. Lapping at me, bottom of my slit to the top. Once, twice, again and again. My hips buck, I want more and more and more and more. I know he’ll suck my clit next, I pray he’ll suck my clit next. Please suck my sweet little clitty Roger!
He stops again and tells me he’s going to win. His mouth is wet. I’m wet. He doesn’t know he’s licking beside the crotch of my sister’s panties.
I’m nowhere near yet, I tell him. Liar, liar, cunt on fire!
He looks down, tells me it’s a cute little clit. Tells me he’s going to bite it off. He touches it with tongue tip. Fuck, I’m rigid. His lips close over it and he sucks, sucks it in for his tongue to play with. He’s sucking, sucking my fucking clit like it’s my nipples.
Oh fuck, I gotta grab his head, clamp his ears with my thighs, keep him there and fuck his lovely, clitty-lickin’ face. I’ll be cumin’, I’ll be cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Oh Jeez, Oh God, Oh fuck, I’ve cum and I’ve cum. I’m done. Limp as lettuce. Sat in a puddle of cum. That rhymes!
I’m staring at what I wrote. Roger’s still down there, all wet faced and grinning because I came and he won and telling me we gotta swap places.
Angela’s panties are up between my cheeks of my ass, so tight it hurts. Soaked with my cum and his spit. Maybe I’ll make him wear them now, before I drain his balls.
Oh God he’s licking me again, says he’s still hungry. No Roger, no, I can’t, oooooh yes I can, please do it! Eat me! Eat me all up Roger.
Editors note: Sue’s account stopped there. We chose hers as 'letter of the month.' Well done Roger. Well cum Sue. Here at "Playjock” we agree that really, you both won.
A free year’s subscription to "Playjock" for Roger, don't forget to thank Sue appropriately.
by Julius
Copyright January 2010
To “Playjock Magazine”
Dear Hugh,
My boyfriend and me were reading the letters in your magazine. When we got to the one about the woman who could control her cumming, Roger, he’s my boyfriend, said I couldn’t control mine, not if it was him going down on me.
We thought about it a while and I said I could control mine forever. So I’m sat here at the computer and Roger’s down there on his knees under the desk waiting to start on me. I’ve told him I can write and not cum and he’ll get too tired to keep going long before my whistle blows. He says he’ll make me come long before he gets tired. Should be fun.
I’m wearing a skirt. That’s kinda different for me. And panties too. Roger says that’s not fair because I don’t usually wear panties. But I said he’d have trouble going down on me if I wore my jeans so he said OK.
Anyway, here goes, I’m going to open my legs.
Aah! His hands are on my knees and he’s sliding the skirt up. Hope he takes his time, he usually does, Roger’s a great lover really. Hope he likes the panties. If he knew I’d borrowed them from my older sister that would turn him on I bet. I know he has the hots for Angela.
Oh God! He’s kissing his way up my left thigh. Higher and higher. Slowly, one kiss at a time. He says I smell good. I like that, the idea he likes the way I smell. I showered this morning but I only used soap so that’s my pure pussy scent he’s saying he likes.
Nearly at those panties. Jeez I can feel myself getting all trembly.
Oh no! He’s stopped and gone back down to my right knee. Must be dark under there so I guess he won’t really see the panties anyway. They’re pale blue and shiny, sort of satiny stuff. They’re too tight and they’ll really get in his way. They’re already in the crack of my ass. More like one of those wicked, little thongs he bought me for Christmas.
Here he goes, up my other thigh, little kisses I can hear him kissing and feel him too. Higher and higher, please don’t stop this time Roger. I want your mouth on me. I’m getting horny. This’ll never do if I’m going to outlast him.
Oh Jeez yes! That’s it Roger. He’s got his face pressed into my crotch now. He’s perfectly still against my pussy. God! Why did I wear these stupid panties? If I hadn’t, his tongue would be into me now I bet, honey dipping.
This typing’s difficult! I want to just sprawl here, grab his head in both hands and just fuck his face. Just hump my little cunny against his lovely mouth.
I shaved my little puss this morning. Now he can’t feel it because of the stupid panties! Never mind I’m supposed to be tiring him out aren’t I. But this is turning me on! Turning me on? Fuck, I must be wetting those panties now!
I can’t get my legs open any wider. Ouch! There goes that hip joint doing its click thing.
Oh I love it when he does that; kisses the hollows at the tops of my thighs.
Oh yes! Do it! He’s got a finger inside my panties and he’s pulling them aside. Ouch! They’re tight. I’m squirming my ass.
He’s found my bare pussy. Says he loves it. Like a little girl’s he says. He’s looking up at me now and grinning. I tell him I’m a long way from coming, which isn’t really true.
Christ! There he goes. His open mouth covers me. He’s biting, gently, a whole mouthful of my pussy. And he’s making that humming noise that he does when he goes down on me. Pressing his face between my legs, biting, worrying like he’s hungry and trying to bite piece of me. Oh God Roger, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.
I can’t type ……………... I need to keep his head there, I need to squeeze my tits, pinch my nipples, I need to come, Oh fuck I need, need, need.
He stops. Oh god, don’t stop I beg silently.
He looking up at me again, grinning again, he knows what he’s doing to me, how can he not, I can‘t keep still and I know I must wetter than fuck down there.
His hands move and now he’s peeling me open with his thumbs. My pussy gapes, it’s all wet pinkness. It’s hungry, a hungry pussy. Looks like it might bite him first.
Roger sticks out his tongue and wiggles it. All the time his eyes are on mine. Teasing bastard. Get at my cunt, I scream inside my head, get at my cunt.
Oh God! He does the lick thing. Lapping at me, bottom of my slit to the top. Once, twice, again and again. My hips buck, I want more and more and more and more. I know he’ll suck my clit next, I pray he’ll suck my clit next. Please suck my sweet little clitty Roger!
He stops again and tells me he’s going to win. His mouth is wet. I’m wet. He doesn’t know he’s licking beside the crotch of my sister’s panties.
I’m nowhere near yet, I tell him. Liar, liar, cunt on fire!
He looks down, tells me it’s a cute little clit. Tells me he’s going to bite it off. He touches it with tongue tip. Fuck, I’m rigid. His lips close over it and he sucks, sucks it in for his tongue to play with. He’s sucking, sucking my fucking clit like it’s my nipples.
Oh fuck, I gotta grab his head, clamp his ears with my thighs, keep him there and fuck his lovely, clitty-lickin’ face. I’ll be cumin’, I’ll be cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Oh Jeez, Oh God, Oh fuck, I’ve cum and I’ve cum. I’m done. Limp as lettuce. Sat in a puddle of cum. That rhymes!
I’m staring at what I wrote. Roger’s still down there, all wet faced and grinning because I came and he won and telling me we gotta swap places.
Angela’s panties are up between my cheeks of my ass, so tight it hurts. Soaked with my cum and his spit. Maybe I’ll make him wear them now, before I drain his balls.
Oh God he’s licking me again, says he’s still hungry. No Roger, no, I can’t, oooooh yes I can, please do it! Eat me! Eat me all up Roger.
Editors note: Sue’s account stopped there. We chose hers as 'letter of the month.' Well done Roger. Well cum Sue. Here at "Playjock” we agree that really, you both won.
A free year’s subscription to "Playjock" for Roger, don't forget to thank Sue appropriately.
"The Sitter"
"The Sitter"
by Julius
Copyright May 2010
In idle moments he often wandered the Internet’s corridors of porn.
As so often with his generation, it posed as many questions as it answered. Sex, in his earlier years had been new and sparse, hard won and often frightening.
His new partner was forty-three, young enough to be his daughter but, as she laughingly claimed, old enough to be a grandmother to his grandchildren.
As they lay late abed one Sunday morning he asked, “What’s face-sitting?”
She giggled. “I love you.”
“Because I ask funny questions?”
“That and because I get to answer them.” She thought for a moment, smiling at him. “Wriggle down the bed a bit.” She gestured.
When he was where she wanted him she got to her knees beside him and looked down. There was that hunger in her eyes, it always made his heart race.
She wore a sheer, pink, baby doll. It covered, but didn’t hide, her pretty breasts.
Gripping the headboard to steady herself she knelt awkwardly astride him.
He was now in the tent formed by the nylon, the soft under-curves of her breasts above him. Nearer was her pussy. She’d let her hair grow back and it formed a pretty bush that normally hid her charms. But now, pantyless as always, she was open, a palette of pretty pinks, inches away.
They’d showered together the night before but now, woman-musk vied, and won, against the soap’s perfume. Nostrils to cock went the signals and behind her, the latter reared in eager response.
His hands went to caress the soft, twin globes of her ass. He loved that ass.
She sank slowly down. He felt her radiated heat on his face. Moisture glistened in her pussy’s gape. Then the first tickling touch of her curls against his chin, his lips.
He turned his head, ever so slightly, and took a bite of her, gently, gently.
Eyes closed, ears muffled by her thighs, he was in a world of breathed scents and tasted sweetness.
It was a mouthful of cunt, a cuntful of mouth.
They were sittee and sitter.
by Julius
Copyright May 2010
In idle moments he often wandered the Internet’s corridors of porn.
As so often with his generation, it posed as many questions as it answered. Sex, in his earlier years had been new and sparse, hard won and often frightening.
His new partner was forty-three, young enough to be his daughter but, as she laughingly claimed, old enough to be a grandmother to his grandchildren.
As they lay late abed one Sunday morning he asked, “What’s face-sitting?”
She giggled. “I love you.”
“Because I ask funny questions?”
“That and because I get to answer them.” She thought for a moment, smiling at him. “Wriggle down the bed a bit.” She gestured.
When he was where she wanted him she got to her knees beside him and looked down. There was that hunger in her eyes, it always made his heart race.
She wore a sheer, pink, baby doll. It covered, but didn’t hide, her pretty breasts.
Gripping the headboard to steady herself she knelt awkwardly astride him.
He was now in the tent formed by the nylon, the soft under-curves of her breasts above him. Nearer was her pussy. She’d let her hair grow back and it formed a pretty bush that normally hid her charms. But now, pantyless as always, she was open, a palette of pretty pinks, inches away.
They’d showered together the night before but now, woman-musk vied, and won, against the soap’s perfume. Nostrils to cock went the signals and behind her, the latter reared in eager response.
His hands went to caress the soft, twin globes of her ass. He loved that ass.
She sank slowly down. He felt her radiated heat on his face. Moisture glistened in her pussy’s gape. Then the first tickling touch of her curls against his chin, his lips.
He turned his head, ever so slightly, and took a bite of her, gently, gently.
Eyes closed, ears muffled by her thighs, he was in a world of breathed scents and tasted sweetness.
It was a mouthful of cunt, a cuntful of mouth.
They were sittee and sitter.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
"When Ordering a Woman"
"When Ordering a Woman"
(The thoughts of a Connoisseur a.k.a. Julius)
by Julius
Copyright March 2010
There are so many variables, that choosing a woman, perfectly suited to all one’s needs, is a daunting task. That said, the following might aid the prospective owner. The sequence of headings is deliberately random so I beg you to remember that wherever a requirement falls in the list, its position should not influence your thinking.
Height: This matters little if she is pleasing to the eye. However, if you have any choice in her height, imagine her bent submissively over the kitchen table. If her opening is level with your groin and she is therefore comfortably mountable in this position, then this is ideal. Measure yourself, floor to cock root and commit this figure to memory. If this measurement is not given for a woman you find attractive, you must ask.
Bosom: I like ’em good and heavy myself, bordering on pendulous but of course this is a matter of preference. However, the importance of there being a sufficiency of flesh to allow titty fucking cannot be emphasised enough. Each breast should fill your hand to overflowing, this allows you or she to enclose the whole of your member comfortably in soft, yielding breast flesh. A small breasted or boyish figure is of no use for this pleasure of course.
Nipples: All the better too if her breasts have large nipples - “All the better to suck and bite on my dear!” Also, they can be a great comfort at any time you find yourself overstressed. A perfect means of administering pain or pleasure.
Her and anal sex: In my opinion anal sex and bathing in a septic tank are much of a muchness. That is to say, it is not my choice. Of course this is another of those personal matters. Rarely need her preferences in any matter be considered. However, be sure that her preference in this matter matches yours. You don’t want to have her whining for a cock up the arse when you don’t want to put it there or, conversely, whining that she doesn’t, when you do. Her obedience is a given but they are inclined to complain, even when they should not.
Age: There is no substitute for experience of course. That is not to say that ‘the older the better’ but rather, better mature than immature. Younger women tend to be silly and quite scatter-brained and therefore quickly become tiresome. But be cautious, older women tend to feel a sense (undeserved of course) of superiority. Perhaps early thirties is best. Then she will still have some good years left in her while being more entertaining in those post coital times when conversation can be enjoyable if it is relatively intelligent.
Weight: Avoid thin women! Boniness can cause bruising to your person while engaged in vigorous copulation. Do not choose a woman who is all elbows and hipbones. Softness and warmth are so important in a bed warmer. Beware too much weight of course! A man might suffer suffocation or crushing or worse while underneath such a one. But a little soft flesh provides good hand-grips when romping with her and good cushioning when your passions run amok. The rule is: some buxomness is essential. One can always feed them less and/or exercise them more, an easy means of control, should excessive weight gain occur.
Manners: All a man asks is obedience and a quiet disposition. She must not be forever chattering; she must be silent unless spoken to. Of course during copulation she may be vocal if only to display how well you are pleasing her while pleasing yourself. By all means let her be the vocal evidence of your prowess.
Arse: Full and round. This cleft is as good a spot as the bosom in which to do a little cleavage fucking from time to time. A well-spanked bottom is a pretty sight too and a delightful warmth in bed on a cold night. Her backside is of course ideal as the means of disciplining your woman. Sadly they tend to enjoy having their nethers reddened so alternative punishments may have to be sought.
On the subject of punishment or discipline: no matter whether she likes corporal punishment or not.If she DOES, then the hairbrush, cane or whatever can be a source of pleasure for both of you and if punishment is needed, simply lay it on the harder.If she likes it NOT, no matter. The smack of wood or leather on her pretty arse can serve as pleasure for you or punishment for her - at your whim. So, she’ll be getting her buttocks reddened anyway. No woman can avoid having a few imperfections. The more she needs correcting, the more pleasure you’ll derive doing that correcting! Remember the sorer the arse, the prettier a woman sits.
The muff or pubic hair: No question here. Where possible, choose a hirsute love mound. If your preference is trimmed or shaven, considerable pleasure will be derived from doing the barbering yourself. There can be few joys to match using comb, scissors and razor in this fashion. So, choose a cunny au naturel.
There gentlemen, ten suggestions. Finding the perfect plaything may not be easy. Try as many samples as you deem necessary in your quest for the ideal. Never hesitate to give them chores to do while you are trying them for your physical pleasures. A gentleman friend of mine got his whole mansion spring-cleaned before finding his heart’s desire.
Remember, God made pretty women for us; it would be a sin not to enjoy them.
(The thoughts of a Connoisseur a.k.a. Julius)
by Julius
Copyright March 2010
There are so many variables, that choosing a woman, perfectly suited to all one’s needs, is a daunting task. That said, the following might aid the prospective owner. The sequence of headings is deliberately random so I beg you to remember that wherever a requirement falls in the list, its position should not influence your thinking.
Height: This matters little if she is pleasing to the eye. However, if you have any choice in her height, imagine her bent submissively over the kitchen table. If her opening is level with your groin and she is therefore comfortably mountable in this position, then this is ideal. Measure yourself, floor to cock root and commit this figure to memory. If this measurement is not given for a woman you find attractive, you must ask.
Bosom: I like ’em good and heavy myself, bordering on pendulous but of course this is a matter of preference. However, the importance of there being a sufficiency of flesh to allow titty fucking cannot be emphasised enough. Each breast should fill your hand to overflowing, this allows you or she to enclose the whole of your member comfortably in soft, yielding breast flesh. A small breasted or boyish figure is of no use for this pleasure of course.
Nipples: All the better too if her breasts have large nipples - “All the better to suck and bite on my dear!” Also, they can be a great comfort at any time you find yourself overstressed. A perfect means of administering pain or pleasure.
Her and anal sex: In my opinion anal sex and bathing in a septic tank are much of a muchness. That is to say, it is not my choice. Of course this is another of those personal matters. Rarely need her preferences in any matter be considered. However, be sure that her preference in this matter matches yours. You don’t want to have her whining for a cock up the arse when you don’t want to put it there or, conversely, whining that she doesn’t, when you do. Her obedience is a given but they are inclined to complain, even when they should not.
Age: There is no substitute for experience of course. That is not to say that ‘the older the better’ but rather, better mature than immature. Younger women tend to be silly and quite scatter-brained and therefore quickly become tiresome. But be cautious, older women tend to feel a sense (undeserved of course) of superiority. Perhaps early thirties is best. Then she will still have some good years left in her while being more entertaining in those post coital times when conversation can be enjoyable if it is relatively intelligent.
Weight: Avoid thin women! Boniness can cause bruising to your person while engaged in vigorous copulation. Do not choose a woman who is all elbows and hipbones. Softness and warmth are so important in a bed warmer. Beware too much weight of course! A man might suffer suffocation or crushing or worse while underneath such a one. But a little soft flesh provides good hand-grips when romping with her and good cushioning when your passions run amok. The rule is: some buxomness is essential. One can always feed them less and/or exercise them more, an easy means of control, should excessive weight gain occur.
Manners: All a man asks is obedience and a quiet disposition. She must not be forever chattering; she must be silent unless spoken to. Of course during copulation she may be vocal if only to display how well you are pleasing her while pleasing yourself. By all means let her be the vocal evidence of your prowess.
Arse: Full and round. This cleft is as good a spot as the bosom in which to do a little cleavage fucking from time to time. A well-spanked bottom is a pretty sight too and a delightful warmth in bed on a cold night. Her backside is of course ideal as the means of disciplining your woman. Sadly they tend to enjoy having their nethers reddened so alternative punishments may have to be sought.
On the subject of punishment or discipline: no matter whether she likes corporal punishment or not.If she DOES, then the hairbrush, cane or whatever can be a source of pleasure for both of you and if punishment is needed, simply lay it on the harder.If she likes it NOT, no matter. The smack of wood or leather on her pretty arse can serve as pleasure for you or punishment for her - at your whim. So, she’ll be getting her buttocks reddened anyway. No woman can avoid having a few imperfections. The more she needs correcting, the more pleasure you’ll derive doing that correcting! Remember the sorer the arse, the prettier a woman sits.
The muff or pubic hair: No question here. Where possible, choose a hirsute love mound. If your preference is trimmed or shaven, considerable pleasure will be derived from doing the barbering yourself. There can be few joys to match using comb, scissors and razor in this fashion. So, choose a cunny au naturel.
There gentlemen, ten suggestions. Finding the perfect plaything may not be easy. Try as many samples as you deem necessary in your quest for the ideal. Never hesitate to give them chores to do while you are trying them for your physical pleasures. A gentleman friend of mine got his whole mansion spring-cleaned before finding his heart’s desire.
Remember, God made pretty women for us; it would be a sin not to enjoy them.
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