The Show_(2)

She was laying on her back on the bed. Hands and feet tied to the wrought iron bed posts so that she was spread eagle and exposed. Naked except for a blindfold he had left her there for some 15 minutes, her anticipation growing to a fevered pitch as she waited and imagined.

When his hands caressed her naked flesh she almost screamed, having caught her off guard it was like electricity coursing over her. He was not gentle but nor was he rough. As he grabbed and felt and pinched and caressed, he was simple enjoying himself. She moaned at the pure way he used her body for his pleasure. There was no ceremony, he simply reached out and took.

As his fingers explored her inner folds of her pussy, he was checking her for wetness. He murmured approval at how wet his pussy was and she grinned. Yes, his pussy, and it was dripping wet for him. His finger tip flicked over her clit and she groaned and felt a tiny climax ripple through her.

He became more intent, exploring his pussy with two fingers, sliding them deep into her and wiggling them. She gasped and couldn’t breathe for a second until he stopped. The sensation so intense it made her mind stop thinking and her body release control. He laughed and took his fingers out of her and from the sucking sounds, he was tasting her and enjoyed it.

As she waited she heard him move down and around until he was standing on the other side of her. She could feel his presence there next to her, like a big area of warmth in her soul. His pussy was dripping down the crack of his ass and she almost giggled at the tickle.