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Her Turn by Dulcinea
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Her Turn
by Dulcinea
He'd had a hard week at work. Here it was, Saturday afternoon, and he'd
fallen asleep while reading. She couldn't help but think how cute he
looked, almost like a child. Well, she'd let him sleep two hours
already. There were other ways she could think of to make him forget
his terrible week.
First things first. Jeans and a tee shirt weren't the right outfit for
what she had in mind. No, what would work best was the little black
teddy he'd bought for her. The one where the bra cups were attached by
Velcro. And fishnet stockings, with high heels. Just the kind of
outfit that would make him want to touch her. All over.
She giggled, clamping her hand over her mouth so she would not wake him.
He would want to touch her, all right, but she wasn't about to let him.
First things first. She changed in the bathroom, tip-toeing back into
the room in her stocking feet. Pulling her long scarf from the drawer,
she snuck up to the bed, tying the ends around his wrists. She tied
them securely, unlike the way he'd tied her up a few weeks back. Not so
he'd be in pain, but so he couldn't get loose. She didn't secure it to
the headboard yet.
An old pair of nylons tied his feet to bed posts, but she left him
enough slack for him to bend his legs. Slipping her heels back on, she
threaded the center of the scarf around one of the bars in the
headboard. Taking a deep breath, she tugged on the scarf, taking all
the slack out of it, pulling his arms up to the headboard. "What?" he
said, waking up with the motion. "What are you doing?"
"Well, I did promise you that I would let you see how it feels to be
tied up and helpless." She knotted the scarf around the bar, then
leaned over and brushed a kiss across his lips. Straightening up, she
ran her hands down the sides of her body, watching his eyes follow her
hands with appreciation. "How does it feel?"
He tested the bonds, quickly realizing that he could not get free.
"This isn't fair," he moaned. His eyes traveled to the swell of her
breasts, pushed up so nicely by the teddy. He licked his lips,
imagining his tongue sliding into the deep valley between those
beautiful breasts. "I can't touch you!" he whined.
"I know." She grinned, walking to the other side of the bed, knowing he
would love the way the heels made her legs look.
"Is that the teddy with the, uh..." He paused, watching as she leaned
across him, unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest. Her breasts were
so close to his mouth; but even straining his neck he could not reach
her. "Honey! Please!"
"No, no, no!" She shook her finger at him. Fluffing his pillows, she
made sure he was comfortable, then slid her hand down his chest, down
his stomach, to the growing bulge in his pants. "My, my. Look what I
found!"
He groaned as her hand cupped his cock through the fabric, gently
squeezing. Her mouth found his nipples, teasing the little nubs, her
fingers unzipping his pants, freeing his cock. His chest was soon
covered with her kisses, her tongue sliding between the nipples, running
down his stomach.
His breathing came faster and faster, her lips nipping the shaft of his
cock. Kissing the head, she smeared her lips in the precum, then raised
her head so he could watch her lick it off.
"Oh, please, honey. Please." He tugged at the scarf, his hands trying
to reach her. "Let me make love to you. Please..."
"Shhh." She laid her head on his thighs, her mouth close to his cock
but not touching it. He could feel her moist breath against his skin,
and every so often, her tongue would dart out, a quick lick on the shaft
that made him shutter. With one finger, she smeared the precum around
the head, running it down the shaft. The anticipation made him sweat,
waiting for her next move.
Lifting her head, she covered his cock with her mouth completely, the
head touching the back of her throat, then she backed off slowly. Down
fast, up slowly. "Oh... Honey..... I'm... I'm..."
He groaned, his body tensing as he squirted his cum into her waiting
mouth. He could see her throat working as she swallowed quickly, holding
his cock in her mouth to get the last drop. "Oh baby," he groaned,
falling back into the pillows. "That was great. Now untie me."
"Not yet." She grinned, ripping away one of the bra cups. Her nipple
was hard, swollen, and she lowered it to his lips, letting him suck on
it hungrily. Letting him catch the edge of the other bra cup with he
teeth, he was able to pull it off, and he found the other nipple pressed
against his lips.
She pulled away, despite his protests, unsnapping the crotch of the
teddy. "Now, my little captive," she purred, straddling him. "You will
pleasure your mistress."
"Gladly!"
She lowered her pussy to his waiting tongue, one hand spreading her
shaved lips open for him. He tasted her sweetness, her pussy already
very wet; he knew she was close to coming already. He could feel his
cock twitching again, her initiative arousing him like never before.
Plunging his tongue deep inside of her, he felt her body twitch, and her
juices were running down his tongue, down his chin.
His arousal was not missed by her. Sliding down his body, she slipped
her wet pussy down on his semi-erect cock. "Do you like the way my
breasts look in this?" she asked, her hands cupping her breasts,
squeezing them together. Her pale skin, against the black lace of the
teddy, made her breasts look even sexier.
"Oh, yes!" he said, his cock growing completely hard almost immediately.
"I want to touch them like that. I want to squeeze them together, play
with the nipples."
She laughed, her hands playing with her breasts as she rode him. He
bent his knees up behind her, and she leaned back against them,
stretching her body for him. With a sharp cry, she came, the force of
her pussy muscles bringing him into his climax as well.
Falling on the bed beside him, she reached up and undid the scarf,
freeing his hands. He held her, kissing her softly. "I love you," he
whispered.
"I love you, too."
"Good." He took the scarf, winding it around one of her wrists. "Now
show me how you tied those knots... in case I ever need to know."
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