by Powerone
"How about a walk after dinner? It's still warm outside.” He got up, standing behind her, helping her with her chair.
"Thank you.” She had never been pampered like this before, a handsome man that looked at her with desire, listening to her every word. He was much older than she was, but he was comfortable with it. They walked outside, the night animals singing off in the distant. She had never seen the stars like this, they filled the sky brightly. “It's beautiful out here."
"It pales in comparison to your beauty Keri.” His arm around her waist went lower, to the gentle swell of her ass. He could feel the gentle sway of her hips as she walked.
She blushed again, feeling so secure with his hand around her. She didn't even mind when his hand slid lower, onto her ass as if he already possessed it. “You confuse me,” she finally breached the subject.
"I try not to Keri. I thought my intentions were quite clear.” He waited.
"In the shower. The rope, tying me up. I'm an extremely shy person, not many have seen me naked. Not even my husband. You touched me as if you owned me.” Her voice was halted, trembling as even the mention of it embarrassed her.
"You have an exciting body Keri. I'm going to teach you to please yourself. Only then will I teach you to please men. The rope is used to elicit your obedience.” He looked down at her, her beauty shining in the night lights.
"Do I have no choice in the matter?” He said it as if she had already consented to stay.
"You have already decided Keri."
She looked up at him, looking into his eyes. “When did I say that?"
"You didn't have to say it Keri. When you came down to dinner instead of running out the door you yielded to me. You may leave at any time, I only ask that you give it a chance. You have no place to go in a hurry. Stay and I will show you pleasures that you never even imagined.” He wanted this lovely girl naked, bound for his pleasure. And his friends pleasure. She would soon learn to submit to men, giving her body to them.
She didn't say anything. He was right. She had decided without deciding. Her lack of protest was in fact her submission. She felt his hand slide lower over her ass, casually running his hand sensuously over her cheeks as she walked. They walked around the corner, Keri seeing the lights from her bedroom, the French doors wide open, the lights in the room beckoning her insides. “Is this on purpose?” She looked at Michael.
"I'm afraid I left you in a terrible state before. I am willing to remedy that situation now.” He pushed her towards the bedroom, entering the brightly lit room.
The room was exactly the way she left it. All except for the pile of rope that was on the bed. She looked at him, seeing the lust in his eyes, feeling her pussy get wet as she imagined his hands tying her up again. “What are you going to do?” Her voice trembled. But it was not in fear, but excitement. She should be scared of Michael, a stranger only yesterday, but he knew her better than she did herself, finding and exploring a part of her that she had hidden deep inside her.
"Anything I want,” grinning as he pushed her towards the bed. “Did you not notice the furniture in this room? The use of wrought iron throughout. This room was made for bondage, Keri. Made to tie a lovely girl like you, leaving your body open and vulnerable to be ravished.” His hand went to her chin, lifting her head up, his head moved down until he pressed his lips against her. He kissed her, her moist lips so inviting, his tongue slipping between her lips to find her hot mouth, her tongue greeting him. He pulled her close to him, his hands clutching her firm ass cheeks, her pussy sliding her back and forth on his erect cock.
"MMMM,” his tongue darted into her mouth, his lips so powerful, taking her breath away as he kissed her, Keri surprised by his passion. He tugged her close, finding her pussy grinding back and forth over the largest cock she had ever felt. God, what would it feel like inside her? Could she take it all? He kissed her for long minutes, finally pulling back, a gasp from her lips as she sought to fill her lungs with precious oxygen. Was he romancing her or just seducing her? She felt his cock throbbing and jerking against her, his powerful hands clenching her cheeks, feeling her crack pulled apart, a strange burning as her anus was spread wider by his powerful hands. He pulled completely away from her. She watched as he picked up the rope, sorting out one strand of rough, brown rope. It was so surreal, Michael testing the rope that he would soon use to put her in bondage. Bondage, a word she never would have considered using before. She turned her back to him, placing her arms behind them. Surrendering.
Michael drew her back against the wrought iron. It looked like a trellis, not at all out of place in such a large room, the iron carved in an intricate pattern, many circles and squares of twisted metal. There was one main pole that went from the floor to the ceiling, secured with iron bolts drilled into the floor and ceiling. There were twin poles, one on each side of the main pole, rising up to waist high, bolts holding them to the floor, the tops secured by a thick iron beam that attached to the center pole. “This is my favorite. So many ways I can tie you and spread your limbs. Lean back now.” He pushed her hands in front of her, tying her wrists together, the rope making continuous loops until her wrists were secured. He took the loose end of the rope and drew it up over her head, Keri forced to raise her arms, Michael watching her breasts rise as she did. He tied the rope to the main support, forcing Keri's body up straight and tall. Another rope was wrapped around her waist, pinning her to the pole. He enjoyed the way her proud breasts thrust up so provocatively. He was going to enjoy them.
Her body was stretched tall, Keri tugging on the rope, finding it secured to the pole. She sucked in her gut when the rope pinned her to the pole, tied tightly. She looked across the room, her own image shooting back at her, the large full length mirror giving her a strange tingling between her legs as she saw her bound body thrust up, the dark rope clashing with her white skin. She kept her thighs clenched tightly together, the short skirt high up her legs, barely covering the panties beneath it. She looked over her shoulder until Michael disappeared from her view, her gaze back at the mirror, Michael behind her, her body tense as she waited for the touch of his fingers on her body. Her nipples throbbed with blood in expectation of his fingers touching them.
Michael's hands rubbed her neck, his fingers tightening on her throat, feeling her tense as she was unable to defend herself from him. He tightened harder, wanting her to feel the helplessness in her situation, the power he had over her body. “You are mine to do with as I please.” His hands released her throat, seeing the look of relief in her eyes, sliding down to her side, feeling her body jerk from the touch. He slid over her slim waist, touching the gentle swell of her hips until his hand slid down and touched her naked flesh. He swung his hands up the front of her thighs, the short skirt shoved ruthlessly aside as he exposed her long, sexy legs. Her skirt was held high by his wrists, the white panties hugging tightly to her vulva. Could he make out the traces of wetness on her panties?
His hands roamed freely over her body, the powerful hands on her neck scaring her as he tightened, her breathing becoming difficult. She had never felt so much lack of control over her own body since that night with Brad ten years ago. His hands slid under her skirt, pulling it up and out of the way, the tight panties revealing all of her body, clinging to her mound like a second skin, even able to make out her slit. She was embarrassed and excited all at the same time, her body revealed so vividly in the bright lights of the room.
Michael's hands moved to the back of her skirt, sliding the zipper down noisily, the button deftly opened. It fell instantly to the floor, leaving her lovely lower body clad in the skimpy, tight panties. He looked behind her, her full ass cheeks barely contained in the tight panties. “Nice ass Keri.” His hand snaked between her cheeks and the pole, sliding over the firm flesh, feeling her body jerking away from his intimate touch. Her thighs were still tightly together as if she could stop him from having his way with her. He bent down onto his knees, his hands pushing aside the edge of her p
anty to reveal a naked cheek. He began to kiss her, leaving soft tender kisses on her firm flesh, feeling her muscles tighten as he took such liberties with her body.
He was touching her ass again, Keri uncomfortable with his touch on such an intimate part of her body. She had never associated her ass sexually except for the sway of her hips, but Michael seemed intent on lavishing his sexual attentions on it. And she could do little to stop him. She tightened her ass cheeks the moment she felt his wet tongue swish across her naked ass cheeks, Michael's fingers pulling her panties out of the way, revealing her naked ass cheeks to his eyes and his mouth. She trembled as he planted kisses on her ass, moving all over the firm flesh as she tried to move away, the rope around her waist leaving only limited movement of her hips. He kept moving closer to her clenched cheeks and the tight hole that lay snuggled possessively between them. She couldn't even fathom any man wanting to kiss her there. His hands were not idle, sliding up and down her inner thighs, his fingertips pushing between her clenched thighs, forcing them until she finally relented.
Michael's tongue lapped all over her bare cheek, his hands seeking entrance to the smooth inner thighs. She finally surrendered, his hands allowed access between her legs, finding her muscles relaxed and obliging. He teased her thighs, his hands sliding up and down one slick leg, teasing so closer to her pussy but never quite touching her there. “Spread your legs for me Keri. Show me what a good girl you can be.” Michael's hands moved down her legs, enjoying the way her muscles tensed as he slowly moved toward her ankle. He pushed out on her ankle, Keri letting him have his way with her, her leg shuffling out wider and wider. “Now the other.” He pushed on her other ankle until her legs were spread a least three feet wide. “Good girl,” he complimented her as if she was his trained puppy.
She saw her body in the mirror, her legs spread wide, her panties pulled even tighter over her mound. Michael's hand moved up her inner leg almost hypnotically, Keri feeling and seeing them move up to her pussy, her juices flowing freely as she waited for the ultimate touch. “OOOHH,” his fingertips teasing at her crotch, one finger playing along the edge of her panty line, teasing the errant hairs that pushed out the side, sending tremors through the follicles. She felt so helpless, her legs spread for his exploration of her sex.
Two fingers pinched her puffy lips together, catching her by surprise, the sharp intake of her breath, her body jumping at the harshness of his touch delighting him. He squeezed her intimate lips, his fingers running up and down her slit. He pressed a finger between them, tightening the other two again, running up and down her slit, this time his thick finger pressing her silky panties into the deep inner recesses of her lips, running up and down her inner lips. Her body jerked each time he pressed close to her clit, teasing but never quite touching her pleasure button. His finger grew damp, her panties soaking up juices as he slowly masturbated her. “Your very wet Keri,” he teased her, seeing her turn red.
"OOOOHHH, GGGGODDDD, don't,” but she didn't want him to stop, his finger bringing such pleasure to her in spite of the harshness of his pinching fingers on her labia. Not even Jim had treated her this way, Keri struggled against the rope that tied her tightly, her hips moving up and down with the finger that masturbated her. Masturbated me! She looked into the mirror, seeing the lust in her face, her hips moving in unison to the hand between her thighs. The fingers moved, his hot flesh touching her bare skin, her panties shoved ruthlessly aside, Michael pulling them into the center until she felt the silky material become harsh, pushed in her slit. His fingers pressed her naked labia over the panties, sliding up and down her mound, tiny hairs plucked out in haste, the sharp biting only adding to the pleasure. He yanked hard on her panties, Keri forced up onto her toes as the panties cut between her legs. “EEEEEHH, that hurts,” she cried out.
Michael tugged them harder, enjoying the way her bound body thrashed about. “That's nothing Keri, compared to what I could do.” He relented, pulling her panties down over her thighs, leaving them pushed just above her knees, her pussy now naked for his exploration. “Look at the mirror. Just like a little girl that is bad, your panties around your knees.” He looked at her pussy, her juices glistening on her lips. She might protest the rough treatment, but deep down his dominance excited her.
She looked down at Michael, kneeling between her legs, her panties no longer protecting her intimacy from his eyes. She felt his hands on her labia, peeling them back unceremoniously, the cool air rushing on her super-heated pussy. She had never been so exposed before, shivering as she felt Michael's hot breath blowing on her pussy. “NNNNOOO!” She cried out when she saw his tongue, moving closer to her pussy. She never allowed oral sex, afraid she would have to reciprocate, hating the thought of taking a cock in her mouth, the thick crème choking her. “EEEEGGGG,” the touch of his tongue so erotic, sliding up and down her slit, exploring her inner lips almost clinically, leaving a trail of wetness that made her body shudder.
His cock thickened, the taste of her pussy increasing his arousal. He couldn't wait until he taught her the finer points of oral sex. His teeth nibbled at her lips, biting them as her body thrashed in pleasure. His lips grew wet with her juices, his tongue lashing out at her pussy, Michael teasing her clit. His fingers pressed up, finding her clit, pushing on the sides of it until the swollen bud burst out from its hood. It was huge, like a tiny cock, red and throbbing. His hands slid around to her ass, his fingers pressing into her cheeks, holding her tight against his face. His lips encircled her clit, sucking it deep into his mouth as he held her imprisoned in his hands.
"EEEEHHHHH,” her head shooting up in the air as she felt him swallow her clit into his hot mouth. She couldn't’ believe the pleasure as her clit was yanked hard, stretching from the powerful suction of his lips. His hands held her ass still, Keri unable to do anything but receive the pleasure. “GGGGHHHH,” his tongue surprising her, slapping back and forth over the swollen bud trapped by his lips. She couldn't believe the pleasure in her loins, her pussy dripping wet with desire. She jerked, one of his hands slipping between her legs from behind, a tremor running through her body as it passed so salaciously over her anus before finding her hot moist pussy, one finger impaling her suddenly. “WWWWSSSSHH,” the breath knocked from her lungs as Michael played her like a fine instrument, her pussy impaled on his finger while his tongue and lips lashed at her clit. She had never felt anything like it before, the bondage only added to the experience.
He found her wet and tight, his finger plunging into her without restraint, driving deeper into her body as she trembled beneath him. He sucked her clit deep into his mouth, his teeth biting into her clit, holding it pinned while his tongue lashed back and forth over the tip. He felt her pussy tighten on his finger, twisting and turning in her wet hole, knowing she wouldn't last much longer. Another finger joined the first, her legs spreading wider as she moaned in pain and pleasure.
Her body froze when his teeth bit on her clit, Keri unsure if he would bite too hard and pull it from her body. Her legs spread wider as she tried to accommodate the two thick fingers in her pussy, imagining what it would feel like to have Michael's monster cock inside her. Inside her while she was bound. “PPPPLLLEEEAAASEEE,” she begged in lust. “Make me cum!” She had to end it, her body on the edge. She looked in the mirror, barely able to recognize the lust on her face, Michael's head hidden mysteriously between her legs, his tongue and fingers sending such pleasure through her body. The fingers moved inside her, never stopping as they twisted and turned as her muscles clenched possessively on them. It hit her like a freight train, her clit feeling like it were stretched over a foot from her body, his tongue lashing back and forth over the swollen and sensitive bud. She came, screaming in ecstasy, the tremors racing through her nipples, Keri wishing Michael's hands were touching them. “GGGGODDDD,” she yelled, her body jerking back and forth, Michael relentless in his masturbation of her bound body. She struggled to close her legs, but Michael kept her spread and open, a second or
gasm racing through her untrained body. She shook and trembled, not sure how much more she could stand, Michael never allowing her to stop, his tongue and fingers never stopping. “NNNOOO MOOOORRREE!” She screamed louder, her head thrown back, another orgasm racing to her brain. Her hands were clenched in fists behind her, her wrists tugging to break free. But it only fueled her orgasms, the tight bondage increasing the feelings that raced through her body.
She came constantly, Michael refusing to let her body relax, each time she came down from an orgasm, his tongue and fingers would drive another from her. He enjoyed the way she thrashed about in her bondage, she would soon learn to cum at his command. He counted them, three orgasms before he stopped, her body slumping in the ropes, his face covered with her juices. He stood up, kissing her, his tongue entering her mouth, transferring her juices to her tongue. “You came nicely for me Keri."
He finally stopped, Keri exhausted. He kissed her, his wet lips touching hers, her juices filling her mouth as his tongue danced excitedly in her mouth. His hard cock pressed against her naked pussy, his pants harsh as he rubbed against her sensitive pussy. She felt ashamed when he moved away, leaving her naked in front of the mirror, her pussy soaked, her legs still spread wide, the inside of her thighs reflecting the drying cum that dripped from her pussy. He had made her cum. Numerous times, not letting her stop until he was in control of her orgasms. Her face was still red as he unbound her wrists, Keri bending over to pull her panties up, not looking at Michael as she put her skirt back on.
He kissed her again. “I'll see you in the morning. One rule, Keri. You are not to cum unless I give you permission.” He walked out, already knowing the look on her face at his demand.
He was serious. He wanted to control her body. Even her orgasms. She went into the bathroom, taking off her clothes, her naked body reflected back at her. She was satisfied, sexually satisfied more than she had in years. Even after years of masturbation. She only hoped that he would satisfy her again tomorrow. She got into bed, curling up into a ball, her hands between her thighs. She fought the urge to touch herself, finally falling into a deep sleep, the tension driven from her body by the multiple orgasms that Michael had induced in her body.
