“I know you’re enjoying this, Jack, I can tell from that cock of yours pressing against me,” Catherine heaved, her voice catching as the exertion of spanking me over and over caught up with her. “But don’t think that you can just blithely disobey me and get your favorite punishment; you’re going to remember this one!” she said, then delivered my final whacks.
“Twenty-three! Twenty-four! Twenty-five!” I called out, the words blurring into one another as she delivered the smacks in rapid-fire succession. My ass was stinging with that sweet pain that only her spankings can provide, and she enhanced the sensation by rubbing her soft, tender hands along my skin, soothing me and rewarding me for taking every last hit. Then she nudged my hips upward and I hoisted them in the air. My cock was a hard stick poking against her leg as my ass rose in the air, with me balanced on my fingertips and toes. Cupping a hand around my cock while the other played with my balls until I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, she drove me wild.
“Well, Jack, I think I can forgive you for being late—on one condition,” she said, sliding her palm along my hard length as she spoke.
“Anything, Catherine, I’ll do anything you want.”
“You’re going to lick my pussy until I come, and then we’re going to go eat our lunch. After that, if you don’t do anything else to upset me, maybe you can come, too,” she said, her voice calm.
I thought that there was no way I could comply with this request! But when I looked into her eyes, I saw they were glinting at me, a slight smile hovering at her lips. Maybe I’d get my reward a little sooner if I did her right. Instead of speaking, I slid off her lap in one fluid motion and sank to my knees. I reached beneath her skirt and peeled down her panties, her pussy’s scent enveloping me. My cock went wild at this assault on my senses, but I focused on tasting and pleasing my beloved wife, letting my tongue trail along her opening and up to her clit. The minute I began licking her, she seemed to sink into a trance, her body relaxing against the chair as she took everything my mouth had to give. I nuzzled her wetness, plunging my tongue deep into her hole. As I moved, I could still feel the effects of her spectacular spanking upon my glowing behind.
When her hand reached to pet my head, then grabbed the back of my neck, I really went to town, swishing my tongue along her insides and making her produce a jet of come, her body trembling in orgasm. I could have gone on for as long as she wanted, feasting on her tasty cunt, but she tugged me upward, wiped my face with her hand and simply said, “Okay, time to go.”
But when I stood up, she took pity on me, or was simply so turned on from the sight of my hard cock that she leaned forward and sucked me off. All it took was a few strong sucks of her pursed lips, her tongue swiping my cockhead, before I began spurting a hot load of my come into her mouth, which she swallowed quickly. The whole blowjob took less than five minutes, but felt amazing.
Then she stood up and clapped her hands. “Okay, now, chop-chop. We’re still going to lunch, so I suggest you get that little red ass in gear or you’ll be heading out the door naked.” I scrambled to get dressed, not caring whether everything was in order as I shoved my feet into my shoes, ever grateful to my wife for taking charge of both our plans and my body. Somehow, she always knows what’s best, and I remain her devoted, willing servant.
—Mr. Jack A., Sacramento, California
There Is No Greater Thrill Than Seeing a Woman Bound
I love meeting women who are willing to let me tie them up and enjoy it as much as I do, if not more. There’s just something about looking down at a woman who’s been immobilized by my careful handiwork that makes my cock grow especially hard. Take Vanessa, for example; not only did she put herself at my mercy, she actually sought me out.
We met at a party thrown by a friend who was a former bondage partner of mine. “I hear you’re good with your hands,” Vanessa said after sidling up to me with a drink. I nodded at the beautiful five-foot-two-inch blonde with large breasts and long shapely legs and asked if she’d like a demonstration sometime. “How about now?” was her surprising reply, so we made our excuses to our hostess, who smiled knowingly, and headed straight to my apartment.
Vanessa grew even bolder during the ride to my place, putting her hand on my thigh and then moving it up to stroke my dick through my pants. So far, she’d made all the moves, and I hoped she knew that would change once we were home. I am always the top, and since she’d sought me out, I assumed that she understood.
I shouldn’t have worried, though, because the minute my apartment door closed behind us, Vanessa grew demure. After leading her to my bedroom, I grasped her upper arms and pressed my mouth to hers, noting that her hands stayed by her sides. Her lips opened only at the insistence of my tongue, and with her breasts pressed against my lower chest, I swabbed the inside of her mouth before turning her around and guiding her to my large, antique four-poster bed.
Vanessa remained still as I undressed her, moving only to help me remove her clothes. For the time being, I remained clothed and told her to lie down as I collected my toys. These included cuffs, ropes, and a blindfold, as well as a ball gag, just in case. I also left a vibrator and butt plug within reach, since I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. Actually, I wanted to do everything, because she looked so sexy staring up at me with her big blue eyes.
I started with her hands, pulling her arms high over her head and wrapping nylon cuffs around her wrists. These were attached to straps, which I looped around the upper posts of my bed and then tied tightly back at her wrist cuffs. For her feet, I wrapped lengths of clothesline around her ankles and secured them with tight knots at the bottom bedposts.
When I was done, I stood back to survey Vanessa with her arms raised high and her legs spread in a wide “V” that kept her cunt splayed open. Her peeled-back labia were slick with her sweet juices, her clitoris erect and vulnerable. My mouth began to water as I considered taking it between my teeth, and my dick throbbed mightily as I wondered what else I should do to her.
She tugged to test her bonds as I looked down, but no matter how hard she pulled, they held tight. Then, as I reached for the black leather strap I use as a blindfold, her blue eyes opened wide, only to close the second before I placed it over her face. Her last image was of me looming over her, and only when her world was dark did I get undressed.
Vanessa hadn’t made a sound since we’d entered the apartment, which meant we wouldn’t be needing the gag. Since that left her mouth available to me, I moved to the side of the bed, touched her chin, and turned her face toward me. Then I placed my cock by her lips and said, “Open wide.” Once she had obeyed, I slowly fed her my length.
Vanessa took my crown and then every inch of my thick shaft down her throat. When she reached bottom, I held her there with a firm grip on her head, savoring the feel of her muscles tightening and releasing as she swallowed. Then I pulled back so that only my cockhead was between her lips. She took me down a second time without having to be asked, before pulling up again, her mouth forming a tight “O” around my dick. She repeated this motion again, developing a nice, easy rhythm that grew faster as she sucked.
When the liquid in my balls started to boil, I guided her at a more leisurely pace, one that wouldn’t make me come so fast. I wasn’t done having fun with her mouth yet and wanted to save my orgasm for later. I soon decided to end the blowjob completely. When I pulled my cock from her lips, a string of saliva kept us attached for a moment longer, until it broke and ran down her chin.
I climbed between Vanessa’s legs, and when she felt my weight on the mattress, she tried bending her legs into position to be fucked. Of course, she couldn’t do that—the lengths of rope that bound her ankles were short, forcing her to remain spread-eagled. That made me want to tease her, so I leaned forward and nipped lightly at her breasts while my cock just barely grazed her pussy, which was dripping wet. Groaning, she arched her hips as high as she could, which wasn’t far because of how she was tethered to the bed. Laughing, I
moved out of the way as I continued playing with her tits. The tips were hard and flushed a dark, deep pink, and I licked around her areolas as I continued skimming her cunt with my dick.
I knew that Vanessa wanted more and wondered if things would have been different if she hadn’t been tied up. Could she have maintained her control, or would she have reached out to grab me and pull me deep inside? I figured that it was the former; something about her said that she was a natural submissive, even though she was the one who’d sought me out. I had a feeling that whether or not she was bound, she would lie there with her eyes closed tight and let me do whatever I wanted to her. I considered untying her to test my theory, but seeing her in cuffs and ropes was too much of a turn-on to change gears now.
As I continued swiping my cockhead up and down along her slit, she moaned and writhed beneath me, conveying her need for more. I also needed more—more bondage, that is—so I reached for the gag on my nightstand. Although it wasn’t necessary, I parted her lips and popped the rubber ball into her mouth. She lifted her head without being told, so I could buckle the straps behind her and ensure that they were tight. Then, when I was satisfied that she couldn’t remove it no matter how hard she tried, I turned my attention back to her pussy, which had been dripping for so long it had formed a large damp spot on the sheet beneath her ass.
Vanessa’s moans were now muffled, but I could still hear them loud and clear. Her head thrashed from side to side as I went back to nudging her clitoris with my dick, though every so often I’d slip just the tip into her hole. When I did that, she reared up in an effort to swallow more of my length with her cunt, but I always moved away at the last minute so that my penis remained just beyond her reach. Then I’d dip back down to give her a quick taste of what she was yearning for, and then quickly move out of the way again.
Vanessa’s fists were balled tight as she endeavored to cope with the frustration of not being able to come just yet. It was evident on her face and I felt it, too, and it was becoming more and more difficult to keep my cool. Having my dick that close to her cunt didn’t help, so I moved down on the bed to torment her pussy with my tongue. A gasp escaped from around the ball gag as I flicked at her hardened clit, and then I grabbed the vibrator, turned it on, and let it buzz there until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Tossing the toy aside, I quickly replaced it with my cock, which I shoved deep inside her with one hard thrust.
Having lost all desire to play, I got right down to the business of sawing in and out of her slippery hole. My balls were flapping violently against her ass as I filled her pussy with my cock and pinched her nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. Vanessa’s body began jerking almost immediately and then went tense as an orgasm flowed through it, the muscles in her canal tightening around my shaft.
Vanessa continued to moan so loudly that I could hear her regardless of the gag. I gave her a few more thrusts with my dick until my willpower ran out and the floodgates opened wide. I filled her with a rush of my sticky white cream, and then, as quickly as I had slid into her cunt, I pulled away.
Leaving Vanessa bound, blindfolded, and gagged, I cleaned up and got dressed, and then I undid her bindings in the same order I’d put them on. When I finished, she whispered a hoarse “thank you,” and then I helped her into her clothes. I drove her back to her car and gave her my number before driving away. I have a feeling I’ll be hearing from her before much time has passed, but until then, I have a mental picture of her bound to my bed, lying spread-eagled, to which I can masturbate. It may not be as good as the real thing, but in the meantime, it will do.
—Mr. David C., Phoenix, Arizona
Her Dream Lover Is Blindfolded, Bound, and At Her Service
After a long day at the office, I got on the bus to go home. I was expecting to doze off for part of the ride, but found myself seated across from one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. His skin was tan, and he was tall—probably six feet—with dark black hair. He was rugged and strong, and his lips begged to be kissed. He was one of those people who simply exude sex, and I certainly wasn’t the only person on the bus checking him out. Yet for all his brute strength, I saw something else in his demeanor, something that led me to believe if we were alone, things might go something like the fantasy I had when I closed my eyes and allowed myself to dream.
He is lying on a bed of black velvet, his hands and feet bound to the four posts of my bed. A blindfold covers his eyes while he lies there, patiently waiting for my next move. Candles radiate a soft glow, making his skin even more golden and inviting. While I finish preparing for our evening, tying him up with four of my silk scarves, his cock grows hard in anticipation. Before I make a move, I take a moment to admire his naked body, his cock standing up proudly, his body displayed just for me.
I turn on the stereo and a throbbing beat surges through the room, causing him to turn his face toward me. When he starts to speak, I place my hand over his mouth. “I only want to hear the music and the sound of your moans,” I whisper. Then I kneel beside him on the bed and my hands reach out to touch his hard flesh. I love being so completely in control and able to do with him as I wish. I could straddle him easily, plunging his cock inside me, or tickle him, or tease him by feeding him my pussy with intermittent, momentary brushes of my lips over his.
I begin with his face, lightly caressing him through the blindfold, then over his cheeks, memorizing the way his skin feels. I move on to his neck, feeling the blood rushing through his veins, the rapid beat of his heart, while he twists his body, writhing against his inescapable bonds.
I know he doesn’t actually want to escape, because he’s making little moaning noises and his cock is bobbing. I move to his shoulders, digging my fingers into them as I massage him. I continue down his chest, pinching his nipples as I go and smiling as I watch him squirm. I move between his legs, feeling his muscles flex, his body straining for my touch. I knead his calves, then grab some oil and begin to massage his feet. The more I stroke him from his heels up the soles of his feet to his toes, the more he twitches, clearly wanting my touch a bit higher up. I press my thumbs into his soles, even though my mouth is salivating for a taste of his cock. A scarf presses against his ankle, and I lean down to kiss him where his flesh is bound.
Then I lick my way down until I’ve taken his big toe between my lips. He really starts to buck now, his body rising up off the bed as I rub my tongue along his toe, then down the length of his sole. My pussy is getting wetter by the minute, so I finally move on to his cock. I crawl over so that his cock is nestled against my pussy, which I rub against his hardness, making his dick slick and shiny. I relish the feel of him—hot, hard, electric, pulsing. He is mine to use as I see fit. Instead of fucking him just then, I slide back and bring my mouth to his cock. I can’t resist sucking him off because his tempting pole has been waving in front of me all this time. I cup his balls and slide my finger around to caress his asshole as I slide my lips down his length.
He makes a pleading noise as I thrust my finger into him, up to the first knuckle. His body’s trembling as I suck him and fuck him at once, and I can feel that he’s close to coming. Before I can forestall his orgasm, he climaxes, and I have to swallow quickly so I don’t spill a drop. I keep sucking until he quiets, and then I undo the scarves that have been trapping him, but I leave the blindfold on as I massage his wrists. He moves to try to finger-fuck me, but I grip his arm tightly. “There’s something else I want from you,” I whisper, and before he can say another word, I climb on top of him and plant my pussy on his face.
All I can see are his blindfolded eyes and forehead, and I grab his hair with one hand as I ride him, mashing my cunt against his mouth while his tongue laps my sex. He’s good at what he does, and when I tug on his hair, he speeds up the pace. I lift myself up every few seconds to give him some air, and he takes deep breaths. I rock back and forth against his lips, treating his mouth like my own private sex toy—which, at the moment, it is. His hands are unbound but they mi
ght as well still have the scarves wrapped around them, because he is 100 percent mine, obediently keeping his hands still as he eats me.
I rise up so my cunt is almost out of reach, forcing him to stick his tongue all the way out, raising his head slightly and making an “unnh” noise, begging for my sweet nectar. My thighs ache from holding the position, but it’s worth it to see the look of raw need etched across his features. When I do once again grant him access to my pussy, he is so grateful that he plies my clit perfectly. I turn around to see that his cock is once again at half mast and getting harder, and now I want to experience the full power of what he can do with that tool.
I turn around, so my ass is facing him, then drag my pussy along his chest, leaving a trail of wetness. I face away from him to cement my power over him, and in the reverse cowgirl position—my head facing his toes—I straddle him and finally plunge his dick inside me. I cannot believe how good he feels, his cock finally giving me the satisfaction I have craved all night. I curl my toes as I thrust hard against him, once again riding his body and using it for my satisfaction. Lucky for him, my pleasure turns out to be his pleasure, too. I hold on to the base of his dick and maneuver until his cockhead hits the perfect spot inside me. “Don’t come before I do!” I warn, my voice deep and harsh as I tighten around him, using my hand to best manipulate my favorite new plaything while his dick hits my G-spot again and again.
The ripples of pleasure finally overwhelm me and I come, my pussy clamping down tightly around him as my juices gush onto his pubic hair. I let go of the base of his dick and lean all the way forward. My tiny pink asshole is on display, my head down by his ankles as I lean forward and ride him from this stretched-out position. I can tell that he wants to put his hands on my hips and tug me closer, but like the good boy that he is, he lets me set the pace. After being so patient, though, I give him what he wants, slamming my hips down hard against his until he spurts his hot load deep inside my already-wet cunt.
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