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God it was hot out! Danny was sweltering as he made his final delivery for Elmo’s Finer Foods, the bags of groceries getting heavier and heavier as the day had worn on, until finally he was down to the last stop. It was a large stately home at the far end of Main St. almost out of town. The name on the bags said “Deb Ryan”. They must be new in town because Danny was at least acquainted with just about everyone who lived in Eldon. As he rang the door he again thought about how warm and thirsty he was. The door opened and a very tall dark haired lady of about 45 asked his to come in. She was a striking woman with long hair, long slim legs, and a very big chest! Danny caught himself staring at her as he moved into the living room and headed to the kitchen. “Thirsty,” she asked? “And how,” he answered!!! With that she gave him a tall glass of cold lemonade and motioned for his to follow her into the den. As he settled into the easy chair at the far end of the room, Deb Ryan sat down on the ottoman in front of him giving him a good look down the front of her cleavage! Danny felt his dick begin to harden as Mrs. Ryan rubbed his leg asking him about his work, where he lived, etc. He was almost hypnotized as she looked into his eyes and she continued rubbing his leg. His head began to ring and his words seemed to slur as they continued to talk. Danny had no clue that his drink had been spiked with a drug designed to make his totally subservient and submissive. As his head was spinning, he felt someone pulling him to his feet and leading him down the stairs to a room lighted by candles. Along the walls he could barely make out chains, stocks, and other devices used in bondage games. He stumbled and fell to the floor but couldn’t find the coordination to stand up. He heard voices in the background but couldn’t make them out. Again he felt hands pulling him to his feet and struggled in vain to keep them from removing all of his clothing. Quickly his wrists were bound and pulled over his head and attached to the ceiling, while his legs were pulled apart and shackled to the floor with ankle restraints. Now completely immobilized, he was powerless to prevent his captors from doing anything they wanted with him.

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I love the way my man dominates me. I’m submissive by nature, he knows all the things to do to get me hot and to keep me hot. Recently, he asked me if I knew what a pony girl was. Of course I didn’t, but I’m game for anything. We started out as we often do, me kneeling before him, unzipping him pulling out his cock and sucking on it lovingly and submissively. It so gets me in the mood, and he gets so hard. Then I undressed him and he watched me undress down to my heels, stockings, and garter. He makes me keep those on and I have to admit, I look very hot that way. He told me to assume the position and I got down on all fours. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the sting of his slaps on my unprotected ass. The heat built up with each slap, and my cunt was just gushing. He even spread my cheeks, and spanked me right on my ass hole. I thought I would faint, I loved that so much. Then he got behind me and drove his cock into my cunt, using me for his pleasure, taking me hard and deep, just how he likes, and just how I need. When he pulled out, I whimpered in complaint. But then I felt his cock at my ass and wiggled in excitement. He bent his shaft down a little until the head pressed against the entrance to my asshole. He pressed his hips forward and my ass gave way as the head of his prick pushed aside the tight, elastic muscles of my ass. After giving me a moment to relax, he pushed forward with his hips, gradually forcing more and more of his cock up my tight ass. He paused with almost half of his hard cock shoved up my ass, so I pushed back against him, and a little more of his cock slipped into me. He thrust his hips forward and pulled me back at the same time, and his thick prick slid in a little deeper in me. Bit by bit the length of his cock disappeared as it moved into the hot tightness of my behind. God, I love to be ass-fucked by my man. He worked his cock slowly and gently, deeper and deeper into my ass. He paused, and let me grow more accustomed to my ass being stretched wide.

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Finally the end of a very long day, much longer than normal. I stare at the phone, wanting to call you, to hear the sound of your voice, I know that there is no way that you can answer that phone call even if you wanted to. By now, my grand experiment, the afternoon of teasing and sweet torment for you and our evening of play as Master and sub, would already have begun. As I look at the clock on my desk, a grin starts to grow on my face. By now, you are probably ready and waiting for me. I remember how it began. We had just finished one of our evening sessions of bondage, teasing, torment, and, yes, satisfaction. I had fallen asleep, when I awoke, you were still snuggled in my arms. As I slowly opened my eyes and looked down, I saw you, looking back up at me. Those eyes of yours, now wide open, were speaking to me when nothing else could. Your tender lips were still wrapped around that white ballgag, the rubber ball, deep inside your mouth, held in place by the white leather strap fastened at the nape of your neck. The only sound coming from behind that ball is the soft sound of moaning. I love that sound, it says so much more than a dictionary of words could ever say. Feeling your firm breasts pressing against me, I remember, with a chuckle, that there is nothing else that you can do. Your arms are still tied tightly, your wrists bound palm to palm and your elbows tied, touching. The effect of tying your elbows, making you thrust those tender breasts forward, has always excited me. And it always will. At least I had remembered, before our playtime, to untie your ankles. I had to, the way you were tied when I came into the room, your ankles tied to your thighs in a lotus position, and your body, your head, bent forward, I had two choices. One was to rest you on your back, with your legs lifted into the air, and to take you that way. The other choice, the one I preferred and the one I picked, was to untie the rope around your ankles, slowly and gently remove that pesky little vibrator that had been doing its work between your legs, and to take your body and your mind to new heights.

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The breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh

salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates

us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still

insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an

anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our

faces simultaneously. “We’ll come back for the car later,” I

remark as we head towards the beach. The evening’s events were

unfolding perfectly.

You often told me how much you enjoy the beach, walking

from your house on evenings when you just need to relax. It is

so convenient to have such a recuperative place to use at your

leisure. Sitting alone to collect your thoughts in one of the

lifeguard stations. I always thought the situation had

definite possibilities.

We both dressed light for the evening, something nice

enough for the restaurant, but sufficient for a stroll along

the beach to one particularly secluded lifeguard station. You

had told me of one almost in the middle of Red Reef Park, far

enough from the public access areas to grant some privacy to

an erotic rendezvous.

Our walk along the beach, hand-in-hand starts calmly at

first, but quickens as we near the stand. “There it is,” you

point with your free hand. We can just make it out in the

starlight. There is just a sliver of a moon showing, but only

enough to cast its reflection on the sea. We both turn to each

other and almost dare a kiss. Instead I squeeze your hand,

smile, and we both start a dash for it.

You reach the lifeguard stand first, and scramble up the

four rungs of the ladder. I follow closely, admiring your

tight pants grappling with your tush. “Hmmmm, no panties,” I

briefly think to myself, “She’s really been waiting for this.”

We fall into the wide bench seat, well wide enough for two, as

we catch our breath. One fleeting moment later our eyes meet

and we’re into each other’s arms. A fiery kiss envelops the

passion built up over dinner and the walk here. The kiss grows

into fondling, erotic caresses of each other. I stroke your

more than ample breasts through your blouse as you begin to

unbutton my shirt, but your impatience only allows the first

two to survive. You rip the remaining buttons from their holes

along with the shirt from my back. Soft hands now stroke my

hairy chest, my tightened midriff, down to my groin.

Not to be left behind, I deftly unbutton your blouse and

“click” unfasten the sheer bra underneath. I’ve only

fantasized of your breasts before, and they are more beautiful

than I imagined. They taste oh so sweet too as I begin to lick

the nipples into excited and hardened forms. They are nice and

firm, stunning and seductive. The sight of them arouses me

immensely.

But, all of this is progressing way too fast. We know

what turns us both on. It’s one of the main reasons we decided

to meet to begin with. Ever since I found you on the Adult BBS

with your profile question “What turns you on the most?”, and

the answer ” … being tied up … “. I noticed when we first

climbed into the lifeguard stand that a buoy and some rope

were under the bench. It was nice soft cord too, not the usual

nautical nylon crap. Soft enough not to leave any nasty rope

burns.

Quickly, I grab under the bench. Got it! With one of your

hands held tight I swiftly circle it a few times and tie one,

two, three keen knots. You come to your senses then, “What

the…?” Too late! I already have the rope around one of the

roof supports pulling your arm to the corner. Once more around

the support and another knot secures it.

Sure you struggle a bit at first, just for effect.

Something to maintain that innocent girl pretense, but you

don’t struggle that much. I soon have your other arm tied and

then bound to the opposite post. You’re fairly helpless now,

but not completely defenseless. You still have one article of

clothing on – your pants. Not for long, darling.

I wait for your naive struggling to calm down before I

get closer. You’re not violent, but I want you to realize the

predicament you’re in before I proceed, rather slowly I might

add. The building of anticipation makes it that much more

enjoyable for both of us. Finally, you stop squirming. I come

over beside you and cuddle one of your tits, massaging the

nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I slip a hand

into the front of your pants. I was right, no panties. Your

bush feels warm and damp as my fingers explore farther down.

Hot. Wet. Tight. Your pussy is a playground, and I have an

all-night pass.

My hand retreats enough to unbutton your pants. I pause,

then continue unzipping them. I get up and stand before you,

lifting your hips up enough to slip the pants off. Your bare

ass comes down gently on the warm bench as they drop off from

your ankles. I grab what’s left of the rope and continue. You

might as well give up struggling at this point. I harness an

ankle in a few loops, tie it tight, and fasten it to another

post, just far enough to keep you suspended but loose enough

so your firm ass can reach the bench. Last leg, lassoed,

lashed, and “Viola!”, you are now spread-eagle in the

lifeguard stand with a nice view of the ocean. Examining you

in this predicament, I sure hope no-one else had personal

reservations for this stand.

The night air is so refreshing. I just have to sit back

and relax a bit. “Honeeeee?”, I hear from behind me, “what

about meee?” You’re right, of course. How can I resist such a

darling little temptress tied helpless and naked in the

moonlight.

I come over and sit on the floor between your legs,

taking in the sight of your pussy spread so wide. The hair is

nice and trim, so I don’t have to tussle with much to get at

your tasty pussy. You know how much I love to eat you. It just

that I take longer than you like to get around to it when

you’re the prisoner.

Caressing the soft skin of your calves relaxes us both at

first, but builds the tension again as I move up your legs.

Once I’m at your knees I push them apart farther. I wish I had

some more rope to tie them back. Maybe I’ll bring some more

next time. I continue massaging up, stroking the insides of

your thighs. The anticipation of touching your hot clit

increases your breathing as I massage your legs higher and

higher, closer and closer until I’m an inch away from it. But

I’m not going to touch you there. Not yet. I stop and stand

up.

The sight and smell, and the excitement have had their

effect on me. I unbutton my jeans, and pull them off revealing

a nice thick cock for you to enjoy. Who knows what plans I

have in store for it, how I’m going to use it to get you off.

How you are going to get me off. I think we’ll try the first

thing that pops up, Ok?

I lean down between your legs, aiming my prick for your

pussy. I take it in hand and direct it right for your box. I

rub it a bit on your thigh again, watching you squirm some

more. Then, out of compassion, I start rubbing your clitoris

with the head. Up & down, left & right, never penetrating you.

Just playing with you, waiting for your response. I watch as

you tilt your head back and let out a low moan. So, I stop and

get up. You almost got it, but I think it’s still to soon. Let

the tension build up in that hot pussy a bit longer. Let’s try

something else.

I get up and stand next to you. You gaze up at me with a

look in your eyes saying, “Uh oh.” You turn towards me

somewhat willingly as you’re now face-to-cock with me. Open

your mouth and give me a gentle lick down the underside of my

cock. That’s where I’m most sensitive. You know it. Lick me

from the balls up to the tip. Don’t miss a spot. Then, take

the head in your mouth, running laps around the shaft with

your tongue. Suck me in deeper as I begin to stroke one of

your breasts. Jerk me off with your mouth as best you can. If

you please me I might just let you loose early.

Your pace becomes faster and faster, speedy for your

restrained position. I can feel the tingle of my orgasm begin

deep in my groin. It grows into a sensation igniting along my

shaft and tickling through my balls. Suddenly, you pull back

and stop. Ooooo, you’re crafty! Even in your exposed position

you are not powerless. You’ve brought me to the brink, but

left me there with no choice.

I quickly come around to your pussy and without

hesitation, drive my cock inside. Your body shudders in

pleasure. Like a wind blowing a flame, I fan your fire,

pounding my meat deeper and deeper, just like you needed.

You’d love to wrap your arms and legs around me holding me in

until you reach orgasm but the ropes hold you back. So you

squeeze your muscles as snug as possible, increasing my lust

for your tight pussy.

I try to hold off as long as possible wanting to build

the final moment, but I can’t hold out forever. I again feel

the tingle building in my cock and I start thrusting wildly.

I can feel your pussy begin to constrict around me as you

start climaxing with me. Your moans tell me we’ve reached it

together, and I can hold back no longer. The cum starts to

dribble a little at first then uncontrollably as spurts of

white jism gush deep into you. Afterwards, I pull back reeling

from the intense pleasure you’ve just given me.

I sit back for a spell catching my breath. You’re sitting

there with a big smile across your face. You got what you

needed by tricking me into giving it to you. Sneaky little

girl!

As we gather ourselves, a gentle breeze blows across the

beach. A feather blows into the stand and lands in my open

hand. It’s a nice soft feather probably from a small tern.

You’re still sitting there with your smile as an idea quickly

forms. My smile slowly grows.

I come and sit beside you as your look wearily into my

eyes. Then, I hold up the feather for you to see. You glance

at it casually, thinking nothing much of it. If you only knew.

I lean over and give you a passionate kiss for our just

past orgasm and ask, “ready for more?” You nod an eager YES.

Sooooo, I take the feather and start tracing your nipple with

the tip. It is a harmless act to start with, but as you begin

to feel the light sensation, it slowly grows into an arousal.

I wish I had two feathers, one for both of your breasts. The

nipple becomes rock hard, and I lean over to suck on it while

I switch the feather to your other breast. The feather lightly

strokes your breast in a circle around the flesh, closing in

smaller circles as I target in on the other nipple. As soon as

it is hard, I lick and suck it warmly. The feather works very

nicely. I kiss you again, perhaps in forgiveness for what I’m

about to do.

I get up and then sit between your legs again, feather in

hand. Touching you with nothing but the feather, I commence to

glazing your inner thighs with it. Short soft strokes, up &

down the skin. Again slowly closing in on your pussy. I can’t

wait to dive in but I’ll hold back as long as possible. I dare

a quick touch of your pussy. It lightly teases the hair

between your legs and you twitch from the sensation. I pause,

then touch it again, and you quiver. Hmmm, this is fun.

Perhaps I can get even for that crafty trick of yours earlier.

I can see through your trimmed hair your clitoris

beginning to stand out again. A light brush of the feather

produces a nice spasm from your body. I touch it again ….

and again … and again … until I’m batting your clit up and

down with the feather. It’s barely enough to feel but you know

it’s there. I unexpectedly add to the sensation by blowing my

warm breath across your pussy. That was all you needed now.

You start to squirm in abandonment against your bindings. The

feather has driven you to the brink but wont get you off. You

need me to get you there. No little feather is going to do it.

You try and try to push your pussy closer to my face, hoping

for some REAL contact. Forget it. I know your game and I pull

back completely, resorting to stroking your thighs alone.

“Honeeee, please touch my clitoris! Please! Eat my pussy,

lick it all you want! Just help me get off PLEASE!!!!”. I love

it when my acts compel you to begging. *Sigh*, and I am a

merciful lover as you well know. I just like to see you

pleading for my touch.

I kiss the inner thigh as I always do before a meal. With

the feather tossed aside (for now), I kiss my way up to your

pussy, pause, and then lightly lick your clit. A moan of

relief pours from you as I take the clit between my lips and

suck on it a bit. Holding it there, I tug at the flesh with my

lips before continuing on to lick the lips. The feather has

gotten you sooo wet and tasty I can’t believe it. I’ll have to

save that little toy for later.

The taste of your pussy is like sweet jelly to me. I

can’t get enough of it. My tongue works all around, up & down,

and inside for more. Your moaning has become more lustful,

telling me your release may be soon. I focus my attention

solely to your clit and take it between my tongue and upper

lip, holding it tightly while my tongue is still inside of

you. My hands are holding your pussy lips spread wide so I

have complete access within. I begin to twitch them a bit just

to add to your sensation. But your clit is where I’m

concentrating. It is now being bombarded with my tongue,

rasping it across the sensitive tip, pulling on it, tugging it

from side to side. Your body shudders as I sense your orgasm

quickly building within your still bound body. A loud moan

prepares me for the gush of pleasure within you. I feel your

pussy constrict again, this time around my tongue. I love to

get you off this way. But I’m not done yet.

All of this teasing with the feather and the intense

cunnilingus have given me a new raging hard-on, and it is just

dying to cum out for seconds. I stand and grab you by the

waist with one hand, my cock in the other. I take aim and

plunge in to your still quivering pussy. “Aaahhhhng!” you moan

in delight, as you were so caught up in your orgasm you didn’t

see it coming. The timing was perfect to swell you over into

a completely new orgasmic sensation. “Keep it coming!” you

beg, as my thrusting begins. The juices flowing out of your

pussy feel so warm and slippery around my shaft. It won’t be

too long before I’m caught up with you and cumming myself.

I lean forward and untie your hands in turn from the roof

supports. You lean forward into my arms holding me close as

possible. You never want me to stop this time. You squeeze me

close and kiss me wildly, our tongues meshing together. Your

hands go down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me

deeper into you. Each thrust is accented by your pulling me

from behind as if to split you apart. My balls begin to slap

against your ass, smacking the flesh as I again feel the

tingling build as a prelude to orgasm. I hold you by your

still tied and outstretched legs as I make these final strokes

count, until I can’t hold back any longer. My cock explodes

within you, shooting my load of cum deep within you again. I

can still feel you cumming from before, and I try to prolong

mine with yours. At last my orgasm subsides and I slow my

thrusts with yours until we ease back, exhausted from the

performance.

I lean over to each leg and untie you, your legs wrapping

themselves around me in gentle appreciation. A tender kiss

seals the memory before we gather our clothes to head back for

the restaurant.

But out of the corner of my eye, I notice you bending

down to casually pick up the feather before you tuck it away.

I’d better keep an eye out for that feather …

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He had her tied over a table, on her back, knees wide apart, ankles tied to the table legs, her arms above her head and pulled down towards the floor behind her. The position was very uncomfortable. The vibrator purring gently inside her made it nearly unbearable. There was nothing she could do to adjust to the insidious demands of the beast humming faintly in her cunt, or to increase its effect on her needy clit. Before he left her, he had eased her labia apart, and stroked her clit to make it stand up, and it was still there, sticking up between her fleshy lips, desperate for stimulation. It would be hard to manage an orgasm with the vibrator positioned like that, and running on slow, but equally it was impossible to ignore it. “Just don’t leave me too long, darling, please”, she thought. It was her birthday, and he had promised her something special, so she knew there would be more to the evening than just this, but had no idea what it might be. The suspense was terrible, wonderful. There was a sound, and a movement of air. Someone was in the room, but the blindfold prevented her seeing him. But she smelt his aftershave, knew she was safe. “Please darling, do something,” she whispered after a few minutes. Nothing. Silence except for the faint discrete hum of the vibrator, and her own staccato breathing. “Oh please,” she thought to herself, “don’t make me beg, I hate having to beg.” The smell of his aftershave was strong, he was near. Where? Something touched her nipples, making her yelp. It felt like a soft feather being drawn slowly over her breasts. Oooooooh.

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Part One

As they lay huddled together, their naked bodies glistening

with the sweat of the wild fuck they had just shared, he asked her.

She giggled at his request, not sure she could do what he asked,

what he desired, what he lusted for, without breaking up in

laughter. He pleaded quietly, insistently, and she could hear the

heat and lust in his voice. She bit her lip and looked at him, then

kissed him gently and said “Yes, I’ll do it.” And she felt her pussy

grow wet once more as she thought about controlling her husband,

making him her sexual slave, forcing his hungry mouth against her

swollen clit and between her firm asscheeks…making him serve

her like a sex machine. And she knew she would not laugh. She

knew she would love it.

* * * * * * *

Carl came to bed late just as he always did. Stefanie moved

slightly so she could see the clock: it was almost 4 am. He settled

quickly, and before long she heard his deep, even breaths. He was

asleep. And he was in for a big surprise when he awoke in the

morning!

Stefanie got out of bed and moved quietly, assembling the items

she had purchased in the last few days. She wasn’t too worried

about making noise–when Carl slept, he slept like a dead man. He

would wake only if she literally shouted in his ear.

She quickly installed hooks on the head and base boards of the

queen size bed. Then she took the collection of magazines she had

bought and selected the hottest, steamiest images and taped them

to the walls all around where her husband lay sleeping. In the dim

light from the window she admired the lushly shaped bodies of the

naked women in the photographs…and she felt her pussy begin to

warm and grow wet as she admired the various leather

accoutrements they wore. Stefanie giggled at the thought of how

hard Carl’s cock would grow when he saw these pictures!

She took a few other pictures and put them on the ceiling above

the bed. These were special. They were a collection of drawings

she had done of her husband…sketches based on the nasty

fantasies he had shared with her.

Her favorite was the drawing she had done of Carl naked and

on his hands and knees, a cock in his mouth and another in each

hand, and she herself wearing a strap-on dildo and filling his ass.

She put it where she knew it would meet his eyes as soon as he

woke up in the morning.

She glanced at the clock. Almost five now. Well, she had to be

up in an hour, so she finished her preparations and went to the

kitchen for a cup of tea. Carl would stir about 7:30 when she was

ready to leave for work, seeking his morning goodbye kiss. Then

he’d roll over and go back to sleep, normally.

But not today. Today he’d grow hard and hot…and she would

leave him like that! All day, she knew, he would groan and think

of her; all day she would be wet and horny and lusting for him.

When she got home tonight there would be sexual fireworks for

sure!

* * * * *

“Honey, wake up,” Stefanie whispered into his ear, gently

nibbling on it at the same time. “I have to go to work and I want

to show you something before I go.”

Carl stretched and leaned up to kiss her. She met his lips and

kissed him deeply, even going so far as to open her lips and send

her tongue plunging steamily into his mouth.

His eyes shot open at that, and then he saw the pictures all over

the walls. Stefanie was delighted to see his naked body tense, and

his large cock immediately begin to swell! Then with a minimum

of fuss, she slipped a leather collar about his neck and attached it

with a leash to the hook she had installed in the headboard.

Carl started to protest, but Stefanie reached down and picked

up a pair of her dirty panties from the floor and stuffed them in

his mouth. “Sluts don’t speak unless their mistresses tell them

they may,” she said, and grinned lewdly.

A quick move to the foot of the bed and she pulled up the

straps she had attached to the hooks on the baseboard and

wrapped them around her husband’s ankles, clicking the tiny

latches shut and immobilizing his legs.

Finally, she pulled the handcuffs from her pocket and slid them

onto Carl’s hands, laughing at the mixture of confusion and lust she

saw in his eyes. She pulled his hands down to his crotch and put

them around his swollen prick. Then she wrapped a leather thong

around his cuffed hands and his cock, making it tight enough that

the slightest movement would become a pleasurable masturbating

motion.

Normally this would have been fine with Carl, but she knew

from the way he looked at her, horny and yet somewhat fearful of

the commanding bitch he had unleashed, that he realized there

wasn’t going to be a quick release THIS time!

He’s right, she thought, and slid and hand inside her coat to rub

her own aching sex. After a moment she opened the coat wide and

showed her bound-and-gagged husband what she knew would

drive him frantic with lust. Underneath the knee-length winter

coat she wore leather boots and fishnet stockings, as well as a

leather garter-belt and a cutaway leather bra.

“Do you like what you see, nasty boy?” she crooned to him. He

nodded and moved his hands on his cock. She laughed. “That’s a

good slut! But while I expect you to stay hard all day until I get

home, you are NOT to cum, so I wouldn’t play with myself TOO

much!”

With that, and a wicked chuckle, she turned and took her jeans

and sweater from her bureau and left the room. When she

returned, she was dressed for her job, but still wearing the boots

and stockings. For all Carl could tell, she was wearing the

garterbelt and bra still, as well.

“When I get home this afternoon, slut, you are going to well and

thoroughly service my tits, my cunt, and my anus. And if you are

VERY good, I MIGHT let you cum.” Stefanie stepped between his

legs and reached down to grope his throbbing balls. “Hmmm,” she

mused. “I think we’re missing just one not-so-little thing here!”

She leaned down at the foot of the bed.

When she straightened up, Carl’s eyes widened because she

held a huge, black vibrating dildo! It was at least 10 inches long,

as well as being almost two inches thick. It glistened with

lubrication, and Stefanie smirked nastily as she smeared some of

the slippery juice on her fingers and then leaned down to probe at

her husband’s tight asshole.

He moaned as her fingers slipped into his anus–and she

laughed as they were almost sucked in by the hungry hole. “Such a

nasty, gay-boy slut!” she chuckled. “Well, here’s a big black dick to

keep you company until I get home!” With that, she slid the

massive rubber dong up Carl’s ass clear to the hilt. And with the

way he was laying on the bed, she knew it wouldn’t come popping

out before she returned in the afternoon.

Carl was moaning and writhing in his bonds as Stefanie left. As

she closed the bedroom door, she felt the warm trickle of her own

juices on her thighs. She was very excited by the sight of him,

chained to the wall, tied to the bed, his ass and mouth filled…and

waiting for her, waiting to fuck her, waiting to fill her with cum!

She could hardly wait for her workday to be over….

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