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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is a story of an intense, brief meeting of souls. I hope you like it...
We had met through a friend. She was divorced and lived in a small town in Texas far from anything. Just a few years older than me, with a firm figure and dark Latin skin. She was a relation to my friend’s girlfriend. She was divorced from a rich South American business man and worked long hours as an accountant. She spoke with a slight accent that was engaging. She was in her early forties but looked much younger and held herself with an elegance and confidence that life had given her.
Though the meal she sat quietly across the table laughing and smiling with an air of distance not giving away any clues. As we all left, I had asked for her number and called her the next day.
We saw each other over the following weeks for dinner and some shopping until I asked if I could cook for her and she invited me to her house. The house was big but the furniture was large and ornate. Her married home in South America had been much grander and she had kept as much as possible from the divorce. The meal went well and, with an after dinner kiss I was invited to see the bedroom. The bed was obviously from the previous house being almost as large as the room. It was as solid as it was heavy with craved oak posts. There were always several layers of thick cotton sheets tightly tucked in at the sides. These were covered by a heavy dark top sheet with an intricate oriental pattern weave. The pillows were also from the same dark design with two long, wide bolster cushions at the foot the bed. That was a few weeks ago and were spending as much time with each other and naked as possible.
Today, we lay on the bed kissing. I was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt and she was wearing thin pink pyjamas. Her body was rocking and we were moving around each other with lips and fingers slowly exploring. My hand ran over the curves of her bottom and touched steel of the large metal plug inside her. That week when we had been out I had taken her to an high-end adult store on the excuse that I wanted to buy her some sexy lingerie. She had been blushing as we entered the store and giggled at the toys. There was a heavy steel mushroom shape with a large red gem on the flat base. I picked it out to see how she would react. She saw it and blushed again and laughed, so I bought it.
This afternoon we had spent an age the shower, exploring each other with soapy fingers and wet kisses. As she had stood, facing the shower wall with her eyes closed under the stream of water, my soapy fingers had entered her, slowly, firmly, deliberately washing her. She stayed silent, taking it in until she had whispered and knelt, still facing the wall. With the shower stream thudding on her back I took a tube of lube, poring it over the mushroom and her backside. I gently began to pushed the mushroom into place. She gasped and groaned as the mushroom opened her, until, with a little surprised yelp, her bottom snapped shut around its base pulling it home.
Now we lay on the bed, slowly kissing with all the time in the world. Air from the huge fan above us moved silently as the blades lazily spun with a clicking sound. Kissing around her neck and holding her close I started to undo the large round buttons on the front of her pyjamas to free her chest and move my moth down to her hard nipples. Her hand moved in to grab me in through my pants in response. Slipping the top top off, we lifted up in a kiss and sat facing each other. Taking her hands and gently crossed her wrists in front of her she let her head roll back slightly opening her mouth. She closed her eyes as I took the first ribbon and gently, inescapably bound her wrists together
With her hands tied, she crawled on all fours over a bolster cushion and lowered herself down with a gentle sigh. I slowly drew down the pyjama bottoms and lace underwear to expose her perfect backside and the eye of the gem from her plug glinted from between her cheeks.
I came off the bed and took the ropes and started to wrap them around the top bedposts. Her naked form lay bottom up across the bolster with her arms pointing upwards and her legs spread in obedient anticipation.
The first rope wrapped to the centre of the headboard and connected with the bonds holding her wrists. With a tug her bound arms were stretched up, towards the head of the bedframe and secured. Two silk ribbons were then tied to each ankle. Ropes then connected the ribbons of each ankle to opposing posters of the bedframe. Each cord was gently and firmly tested, pulling her long dark legs wide apart before securing them. The bolster cushion was pushing her bottom high into the air, her head pointing down into the mattress between her arms and she wiggled her torso, her limb stretched long and wide.
Two final ribbons were wrapped around each thigh just above the knee. The final ropes were then secured to the ribbons. These went up to the top bedposts and pulled her thighs wide so she could only wiggle her feet and locked her legs in the style of a leaping frog. Now her legs were pulled wide and her open thighs assured her modesty was fully exposed. As I knelt on the end of the bed I could see her sex, unhindered, vulnerable and the full flat steel base of the plug in her bottom with its red gem at the centre.
I moved my mouth and fingers to her sex and buried my face. I head a muffled gasp and tasted her cum as my tongue fished inside her womanhood. My hands and fingers pushed inside her sex as it opened to me. My face was wet with her cum and I heard her scream from time to time. I was drowning in her sex but with time I felt her legs pulling and shaking in their bonds. Her torso was wiggling and her back was beaded in sweat.
‘I want to cum!’
There was a loud scream and her head lifted as far as she could from the bed as a warm flood of wetness dripping from her sex and she shook. I continued, relentlessly fishing and fingering g that tender sex.
She came again and again until she begged me to stop. I climbed up her back, ,my face wet from her juices, aiming my shaft for her sex. Her head twisted as far to one side so she could see me. She looked at in in profile with a flushed cheek and matted damp hair covering her brown eye. I kissed the back of her neck and let my hips drop. I heard her sigh again as my shaft entered her. I grabbed her hair, lifted her head, whispered something terrible into her ear and began to rock inside her.
The room flooded with the sound of our wet sex slapping together as I rode her. Her head dropped down and she grunted at each thrust. I lent up on my arms and thrust for traction and thrust faster. With the bolster lifting and the bonds holding her open for me she shouted ‘fuck’ and rocked as much as she could. The motion was driving me to the edge…
Not yet!
I rolled off onto the bed, our bodies soaking in sweat. Her back was still rising and falling as she gasped for air. I looked up and the fan and felt a calmness pass over us. I turned and looked at the steel base of the plug. Touching it felt firmly locked in in. Her bottom was clasping hold of its intruder with force. I pulled gently and she let out a little yelp. I waited and she forced her bottom up. I pulled apart the flesh of her cheeks as wide as I could and pulled on the plug. I could feel the resistance give and her breathing changed. The plug pulled at the fleshy walls of it captor and I heard her breathing deepen. It lifted, and then with a ‘pop’ it slipped out.
I slid up her back and let myself rest the tip of myself on her anus. I poured lubricant from a bottle and pushed, holding myself with my hand, and felt resistance against me. She groaned and shifted around under me. Slowly, with increasing force, my shaft began to open her. She let out a yelp and lifted her bottom as high as it would go. Half way in my senses were adjusting to the new feeling of pressure around me. I pushed again and this time I slid down to the base.
I heard a whisper, ‘please, slowly’
We rocked in union, keeping me buried and stationery inside her. She started to rest and I kept moving, pulling myself a little way out and sliding back in. I listened to her body and started to draw further out, almost to the tip, before plunging back. Soon our bodies were rocking, not as faster as before but with effort and force. I could her here mutter something and yelp. Sweat was dripping down from both our bodies. I was close. I pulled high up and thrust and let go. She screamed my name and I let go, falling down and draining into her.
We lay still panting and laughing. After a while, when we had our senses back I untied her. I lifted her and she kissed me with some long, far way smile. We showered together and went back to lay on the bed.
We slept for an hour or two and night set in. In the darkness, under the sheets, we were touching, whispering and kissing. I tied her wrists together again and she used her bound hands and mouth to jerk my tired shaft back to life. I remember looking into her eyes in the dark, the bolster under her back now and my body sliding into her sex as she wrapped her legs around me and we drew together for a long kiss. Her tied hands running down my front as we drove out bodies together. In the dark and burying my head into her neck, her legs wrapped tight around me, she kept whispering her request in my ear, ‘please cum inside me, please, please…’ Finally, letting go, I flooded into her and we kissed, gasping for air in the dark under those sheets
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