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First time B&D
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Wanda and I work together and occasionally have coffee and lunch
together, sometimes with others in the office, occasionally
alone. As a result, we have talked about some rather personal
things, and one day I admitted to her that I had never had oral
sex, that my wife, while very good in bed and liking sex
frequently, wanted it just one way.
Wanda was really astonished at this, but didn't say much. The
next day, she suggested we have lunch privately. We had hardly
been seated when she said, "I just can't see a nice guy like you
go through life without experiencing oral sex. Would you like to
have a session with me?"
"Wanda, we're both married, and I just don't think that would be
a real good idea, but, just thinking about it is exciting, and I
appreciate your offer."
"Now wait just a minute. Hear me out. I don't go out cheating on
my husband, but this is special, and I think I have a plan we can
both live with. Want to hear it?"
"Sure.", I responded.
"I assume that since you said that your wife doesn't like to
experiment, you have never done any bondage."
Surprised, I said, "Nope."
"O.K. This is what we do then. You come to my place, I tie you
up, and blindfold you. That way I am in control and nothing
happens unexpectedly. Also, since you are blindfolded, you never
see me nude. I wear gloves, so I never touch you, except with my
mouth, of course. I want you to use your tongue on me, because I
really like it that way."
"Sounds exciting to me, but Wanda, as I said, I've never used my
tongue like that, and I'm sure I wouldn't know how to make it
good for you."
"Well, I'm glad you're concerned about that.", she said, "but
don't worry. I'll show you exactly what I want. Bob's out of
town. Tonight?"
"If you're sure you want to do it."
"I am. I'll be pleased if you enjoy it. About 7:00."
She didn't know it, but just talking about those things raised a
nice hard that stayed through lunch. I got home, didn't have to
explain much to my wife as I met friends for lots of reasons in
the evenings, as did she.
When I got to her house, she opened the door wearing tight shorts
and a strapless knit tube top, high heels, and amazingly, tight,
wrist-length, brown suede dress gloves. The strapless top left
most of her breasts uncovered, just barely covering her nipples
which protruded through the knit, establishing that there was
nothing under the top. I had never seen her in anything
approaching such a brief costume, and I couldn't take my eyes off
the cleavage of her breasts, wanting to put my hands on that tube
top and slip it down just a bit to allow the nipples to pop out,
only to be covered immediately my my mouth. Not that I needed it,
but just looking at her would have caused me to raise an enormous
hard, which had already existed for some time, caused by just
thinking about what was to happen. As she invited me in she said,
"You apparently like what you see."
"I've always liked what I saw when I looked at you, but I've
never seen quite so much of you."
With one gloved hand she smoothed the other. "Do you like my
gloves?", she asked. "Remember, I'm not going to touch you... at
least with my hands. So I figured I had better start off with
them on. If you're ready to get started, sit in that chair."
I nodded, took off my shirt and t-shirt as she requested. Just
looking at her and thinking about what was coming had certainly
maintained my erection. She immediately secured my wrists to the
arms of the chair, and tied a scarf around my eyes. As she did
so, she said, "Apparently bondage is agreeing with you, if that
bulge in your shorts is any indiction. I can hardly wait to get
it out in the open."
"Now here is something you probably won't like to begin with.
Open your mouth." As she said this, I felt her press something
against my lips just as I opened them, and then the object into
my mouth.
"Most people find gags uncomfortable, at least to begin with, but
they are absolutely essential in a good bondage session. I don't
want you talking to me at all, and I don't need your mouth for
anything else, at least right now, and if I do my job right,
you're gonna be making all kinds of noises that will need to be
muffled, so learn to accept it. This is just a rubber ball that
I'll strap into your mouth that will do job."
She had the ball in my mouth with her leather sheathed fingers
before I could utter more than a grunt and I felt her fasten it
behind my neck. It was quite uncomfortable and I tried to push it
out with my tongue and jaw muscles, but to no avail. I was
finding bondage quite exciting in itself, much less anticipating
her using her mouth on me. The prepared gag made it obvious that
she was quite experienced in bondage, and I was beginning to find
out why she liked it.
"No," she said, "you, can't push it out and now we get down to
the important things like getting you stripped."
She unbuckled my belt, waist pants button, and unzipped my fly. I
felt very peculiar, sitting there and letting a woman undress me
and unable to do anything about it, but I was so hard, I felt my
cock might fly out at any instant. My pants dropped to the floor,
and I never felt so helpless and inadequate in my life as I felt
her pull my shorts over my hips to join my pants around my
ankles... sitting there in the presence of a woman, naked and
helpless. No question about it, bondage made you feel
differently.
"Now that's what I like to see. A nice stiff cock standing at
attention in my honor. What a shame I need to keep you
blindfolded. I have stripped completely except for the gloves.
I'm very anxious to see what your reaction is to my caressing you
with the gloves. I'd like for you to see me this way, but I'm not
going to let you... you'll just have to use your imagination. And
I really feel adventurous. I ran my gloved hands over my breasts,
while I was getting ready, and that feels great... excites me a
lot. I'd love to get a pair of very long kid gloves for times
like this, but they're so expensive, we'll both have to get along
with what I've got.
And with that, I felt a touch on my erect member. The gloved
finger ran up the shaft, creating a sensation never felt before.
I pulled on my bound wrists, reacting to her torment, but it was
useless.
"Does that feel good?" I nodded enthusiastically.
"Would you rather have me doing that with my bare hand?"
I tried to shrug my shoulders to indicate indifference, but my
wife would caress me with her hand when she wanted sex real badly
and the particular sensation of the suede just wandering
around... first down the top of the smooth head, around the tip
and under to the super-sensitive bottom of the head, then back
down the shaft, was out of this world, and the image of her body,
naked except for the tight gloves was maddening.
"You seem to be responding well, so I think I'll declare the
suede gloves a success. You know, there are really 3 stages of
sucking. The first, just running my warm moist lips along the
shaft and head, maybe just letting my tongue slip out a time or
two. That's enough to send most men into ecstasy. The second
stage is to take the head of your cock into my mouth and do a bit
of real sucking, again flicking the tongue against the tip. You
couldn't take more than a few seconds of that before unloading.
The final step is 'Deep Throat', taking the whole shaft into my
mouth and keeping it there. The only way anyone can take that is
to do it a while after having already climaxed once."
My mouth was dry with the gag in it. All this time, she kept
prowling around my cock with only one or two fingers of her
sheathed hand. I have never been so excited and felt I would come
at any time. I couldn't think about how her mouth was going to
feel on my sensitive cock because she had aroused me so much with
her gloved hand.
Her fingers continued the teasing as she commented, "My, it's not
taking much to get you going. The gloves and the bondage must be
working. You're already starting to ooze. I'll have to be real
careful or you'll let go before I get my mouth on you."
She continued: "My husband thinks I do my best sucking when I'm
in bondage. With my wrists tied I have to do all the work with my
mouth, and none with my hands... and being blindfolded, I'm not
distracted and can really concentrate on his tool. At the same
time, he knows how much he can take, exactly what he wants, and
can make it last longer. Maybe I'll let you do that to me
sometime when I can be sure you'll make me do that and not fuck
me. I've often wondered what it would be like to have a bondage
session with both of us tied and blindfolded. How would you like
to tie up both me and my husband and then watch us? We've talked
about that before, and he likes bondage so much, I think he'd
agree to it. He might not even mind you participating... but if
he was tied and blindfolded, he wouldn't know what you did, if
anything, and couldn't do anything about it anyway."
I nodded, but couldn't think much about it. Despite all I could
do to hold back, but as she spoke, I felt that passion that only
a highly excited man can feel as his loins explode from deep
inside. She apparently was aware of it as well, as she took the
throbbing shaft in her gloved hand and started pumping hard.
"Oh, oh. looks like you're not gonna last at all. Let's get all
we can." The smooth leather-covered fingers held the shaft right
up at the base and repeatedly pumped, milking the last piece of
sensation from me. She really was an expert, and apparently had
pulled off men deliberately before.
"Bob has told me that a very well done hand job can be just about
as good for him as anything else... and I like to do it.. with a
man in bondage at least. He just has to take what I give out." My
wife had teased me with her hands before, but never deliberately
taking me all the way. There was no question that the bondage,
and maybe even her wearing the tight gloves, had greatly
increased my excitement. I was gasping behind the gag, seeking
air and release.
She spoke again: "I'm sorry. I sure thought you'd be able to take
more, but I should have guessed, our first time together, you
anticipating your first oral sex, your first bondage, that it
wouldn't take much. I promised you I'd use my mouth, and didn't,
so I guess we'll have to do this again if you're willing. Maybe
I'll spread you out naked on the bed for an hour or so, and your
balls will really be aching for release... or I'll hoist you up
with your hands over your head, just standing on tiptoes... that
really results in a mix of pain and ecstasy. Bob likes for me to
string him up like that and spank him with one hand and play with
him with the other... and you've got to return the favor."
She apparently dressed, then released my wrists, saying, "I want
you to get dressed before you remove your blindfold." She handed
me my shorts and pants, and I pulled them on, finally lifting the
scarf covering my eyes, and lastly the gag.
As the blindfold came off, I was surprised to see that she was
still wearing the tight suede gloves, which combined with her
spike heels, made her very sexy looking. "Wanda, that was
fantastic. I never knew I could be so excited, and you know I
want you to teach me how to use my tongue."
"Yes, it will be good to have a man to train the way I want him,
and believe me, you will stay in bondage until you get it
right... sometime next week?"
I left, feeling my now spent cock wanting to raise itself again,
already looking forward to being her willing pupil.
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