A Mid-Week Blow Job
A blow job should not need a special occasion. I pity the men that get two a year: their birthday and Valentines Day.
Last night she asked for a drink after dinner. That’s always a good sign. She showered but put on a long cotton night dress.
Hmm. Not good.
We watched TV for a while. At 9:30 she announced that she was going to bed. Fortunately, I decided to join her. She came out of the bathroom naked, collar in hand, cuffs already on her ankles and wrists.
“I thought you might just want to have some fun tonight.” She said,
“Come with me.” I said, as I put on her collar. I let the nipple clamp chain dangle between her heavy tits. In the bedroom, I opened the toybox and retrieved the breast harness rope (pre-cut) and the karada rope (pre-tied).Tits trussed, nipples clamped and a happy knot tight against her clit, I slipped the blindfold on. I dropped a pillow on the floor and pushed her down. I clipped the ankle cuffs together. Then I did the same with her wrist cuffs on a short chain in front (Thinking ahead).
I slapped her broad firm ass hard enough to leave a handprint. She giggled. On the second one, she moaned.
Her mouth was already open. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rapidly hardening cock. She groped blindly for it. I put her out of her misery by bringing my cock to her lips and holding it there. She reached for it with her tongue. I held back, allowing her to slip the tip of her tongue into the pee hole of my cock. She reached up and found my balls, pulling gently, begging with her hands. I let go of my shaft and one of her hands took its place while the other stroked my nuts.
She licked the head until it was slick and glossy with her saliva. She took it slowly in her mouth and swirled her tongue on it. She knows that drives me insane. I placed my hand on the back of her head. She knows that means I’m getting impatient. She took my cock out of her mouth.
“Are you going to cum in my mouth or on my face? Oh, maybe my tits?” She asked.
She didn’t wait for an answer, she simply took my meat back in her mouth and started to work my cock fucking me with her mouth and every busy tongue.
“Play with your tits.” I growled. That’s the other reason I put her wrists in front, on a short chain. It's long enough to reach both tits, but not long enough to let her play with one tit and finger herself with the other. That’s pure torment, because that’s one of her favourite moves when she masturbates for me: one hand playing with a tit, pinching the nipple, squeezing, licking while she finger fucks her sweet gash.
She moaned as she pulled her nipples hard. She looked up, pleading with her eyes.
“Not yet. Do something creative with my cock first.”
She pulled back until just my head was in her mouth. She pursed her lips and fucked just the head, releasing her tits and grabbing my balls again, pulling them down and stroking them.
After a minute or two of this she looked up again.
“Okay, you can play with your pussy while you finish blowing me.” I said. I could see the relief in her eyes as she took me in her mouth again and started enthusiastically frigging her gash.
She can’t deepthroat even my modest dick. But she makes up for that with the things she does with her tongue while she is sucking. I can barely describe it. Her head moves in a small circle and in her mouth its like a dozen kittens are trying to lick milk off my cock.
I knew I was getting close.
“Is your pussy nice and wet?” I asked, pulling out of her mouth. She held up her wet fingers. I licked the musky sweet pussy juice off them.
“Good.” I said, “I want to finish inside you.” I helped her to her feet. I shuffle-stepped her to the bed, pushing her face down. I admired that nice round full ass, then split her cheeks. I rubbed my cock down her hairy cleft and slipped it into her sweet pussy. She gasped slightly as I started to pound her hard.
There’s something about having a cock inside her slit that awakens the slut in her. She started to move. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to rotate her ass or push it into me. She did both. I know she wanted to either rub her clit or spread her cheeks. I spread them, marveling at the hairy garden in front of me. She doesn’t give up her ass often (that takes a few drinks), but I watched her winking asshole as I pumped hard.
“Fuck. Give it to me. I want you to fill my fucking pussy. Right. Fucking. Now. Come on, is that as hard as you can fuck me?”
I slapped her ass three times, nice and hard. She quite literally asked for that with her last sentence. That settled her and she ground her ass into my groin at the end of each stroke. I spread her again and made four or five long, slow deliberate strokes before my cock exploded deep inside her cunt.
I unclipped her hands and knelt to unclip her ankles, giving her a lick on the way. She climbed up on the bed, flipped over and licked my cock clean. I joined her and we shared a sloppy kiss that tasted of both of our cum.
We fell asleep across the bed, on top of the covers, covered in sweat, saliva, pussy juice and cum.
Last night she asked for a drink after dinner. That’s always a good sign. She showered but put on a long cotton night dress.
Hmm. Not good.
We watched TV for a while. At 9:30 she announced that she was going to bed. Fortunately, I decided to join her. She came out of the bathroom naked, collar in hand, cuffs already on her ankles and wrists.
“I thought you might just want to have some fun tonight.” She said,
“Come with me.” I said, as I put on her collar. I let the nipple clamp chain dangle between her heavy tits. In the bedroom, I opened the toybox and retrieved the breast harness rope (pre-cut) and the karada rope (pre-tied).Tits trussed, nipples clamped and a happy knot tight against her clit, I slipped the blindfold on. I dropped a pillow on the floor and pushed her down. I clipped the ankle cuffs together. Then I did the same with her wrist cuffs on a short chain in front (Thinking ahead).
I slapped her broad firm ass hard enough to leave a handprint. She giggled. On the second one, she moaned.
Her mouth was already open. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rapidly hardening cock. She groped blindly for it. I put her out of her misery by bringing my cock to her lips and holding it there. She reached for it with her tongue. I held back, allowing her to slip the tip of her tongue into the pee hole of my cock. She reached up and found my balls, pulling gently, begging with her hands. I let go of my shaft and one of her hands took its place while the other stroked my nuts.
She licked the head until it was slick and glossy with her saliva. She took it slowly in her mouth and swirled her tongue on it. She knows that drives me insane. I placed my hand on the back of her head. She knows that means I’m getting impatient. She took my cock out of her mouth.
“Are you going to cum in my mouth or on my face? Oh, maybe my tits?” She asked.
She didn’t wait for an answer, she simply took my meat back in her mouth and started to work my cock fucking me with her mouth and every busy tongue.
“Play with your tits.” I growled. That’s the other reason I put her wrists in front, on a short chain. It's long enough to reach both tits, but not long enough to let her play with one tit and finger herself with the other. That’s pure torment, because that’s one of her favourite moves when she masturbates for me: one hand playing with a tit, pinching the nipple, squeezing, licking while she finger fucks her sweet gash.
She moaned as she pulled her nipples hard. She looked up, pleading with her eyes.
“Not yet. Do something creative with my cock first.”
She pulled back until just my head was in her mouth. She pursed her lips and fucked just the head, releasing her tits and grabbing my balls again, pulling them down and stroking them.
After a minute or two of this she looked up again.
“Okay, you can play with your pussy while you finish blowing me.” I said. I could see the relief in her eyes as she took me in her mouth again and started enthusiastically frigging her gash.
She can’t deepthroat even my modest dick. But she makes up for that with the things she does with her tongue while she is sucking. I can barely describe it. Her head moves in a small circle and in her mouth its like a dozen kittens are trying to lick milk off my cock.
I knew I was getting close.
“Is your pussy nice and wet?” I asked, pulling out of her mouth. She held up her wet fingers. I licked the musky sweet pussy juice off them.
“Good.” I said, “I want to finish inside you.” I helped her to her feet. I shuffle-stepped her to the bed, pushing her face down. I admired that nice round full ass, then split her cheeks. I rubbed my cock down her hairy cleft and slipped it into her sweet pussy. She gasped slightly as I started to pound her hard.
There’s something about having a cock inside her slit that awakens the slut in her. She started to move. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to rotate her ass or push it into me. She did both. I know she wanted to either rub her clit or spread her cheeks. I spread them, marveling at the hairy garden in front of me. She doesn’t give up her ass often (that takes a few drinks), but I watched her winking asshole as I pumped hard.
“Fuck. Give it to me. I want you to fill my fucking pussy. Right. Fucking. Now. Come on, is that as hard as you can fuck me?”
I slapped her ass three times, nice and hard. She quite literally asked for that with her last sentence. That settled her and she ground her ass into my groin at the end of each stroke. I spread her again and made four or five long, slow deliberate strokes before my cock exploded deep inside her cunt.
I unclipped her hands and knelt to unclip her ankles, giving her a lick on the way. She climbed up on the bed, flipped over and licked my cock clean. I joined her and we shared a sloppy kiss that tasted of both of our cum.
We fell asleep across the bed, on top of the covers, covered in sweat, saliva, pussy juice and cum.
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