For the first time since we had moved into the house, Sarah and I had spent the night together. She was up first, showered and made coffee. It was sometime past 11:00 a.m.
“You were good last night,” Sarah said, handing me a cup of coffee while I lay in bed.
“Thank you!” I responded, “For the compliment and the coffee.”
“You were better than good,” I said, trying to convey just how much I had enjoyed my first anal sex experience.
“I was so turned on and came so hard…” I started to tell Sarah before she cut me off.
“It’s not something I want to do all the time, but I would want to do it again; several times I hope,” She said with a coy smile as she dressed.
“You would like to do it again, wouldn’t you?”
Sarah was already dressed and at the bedroom door, not waiting for my answer.
“I’ve got some errands to do. Want me to pick up dinner?” She yelled as she opened the kitchen door and stepped out into the cold December air.
“Yes!” I yelled, not knowing whether she heard me.
I showered and dressed, and went out to do some errands of my own.
When I returned home it was already past 3:00 p.m. and Sarah was still out.
Since I was partly responsible for all the fluids on Sarah’s sheets, mine and hers, I washed the sheets and pillow cases. I didn’t do the wash because of any guilt or goodness on my part, but because fresh sheets on Sarah’s bed would, I hoped, allow for more sex.
While I was at it, I wiped off the headboard and wall in back of the bed, as well.
I was asleep on the leather chair in the living room when Sarah returned.
She had brought back some take-out roast beef from the restaurant on the beach, as well as some wine for dinner.
We ate, had some wine and talked about Sarah’s art and design work, and the job awaiting her in upstate New York.
“I have a favor to ask.”
“Ask away!” I told her.
“I need to go to a fundraiser for the arts community. There will be people there who design clothes, and it would be very helpful to me if I could meet them.”
“It’s a coat and tie affair.”
"It’s $150.00 a ticket."
“Will you take me?”
“Sure!” I said, privately loathing the idea of an evening of cocktail conversation with people I didn’t know.
And there was more.
She asked me to pay for the tickets!
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Sarah said, happy that she was going to this event and would have an escort, to boot.
There was a short silence, as Sarah looked down at her food and moved it around her plate with a fork.
“There’s more,” she said, as she got up and put her dish and silverware in the sink. “There’s a woman I want to see and get to know better.”
“Okay,” I said, thinking that the woman must be a designer who could help Sarah’s career.
“I’ve worked with this woman before, and we’ve talked, and I’d like to get to know her a little better.”
It was the way Sarah had said “get to know her,” pausing a second, that made me think that She was thinking of something else besides networking for her career.
“Do you want to get to know her better because she can help your career?”
“The woman is a model. Not the runway type model; she just stands in a studio and people who have designed clothes try their designs out on her."
Sarah enlightened me further. “It’s one thing to have a sketch and choose materials, and quite something else to see what you’ve designed being worn by a real woman.”
“And she has a great body and I want to sleep with her!”
Now Sarah had my attention, and the $300.00 for the tickets was beginning to look like a worthwhile investment.
“What do you know about her?”
“We’ve talked; I think she’s interested; she’s slept with other women.”
“Go for it!” was my excited, sort of teenage-like response.
When we were done with dinner and her new revelation, Sarah retreated to her room and I sat on my leather chair in the living room and watched some TV.
Shortly after the TV news, so it must have been after 7:00 p.m., I heard Sarah’s bedroom door open. She walked into the living room wearing her usual tee shirt and jeans, and sat down on the couch, pencil and sketch pad in hand.
“Did you wash the sheets and clean up everything?”She asked.
“Thank you. That was so nice of you.”
“It was the least I could do. It was my poor aim that messed up the sheets and everything else.”
“You’re forgiven,” Sarah said with a little laugh. “I watched you cum and you really didn’t have control over what you were doing.”
Sarah sketched some clothing designs while I watched TV.
About an hour later, Sarah went back to her room. On the way by me, she tore off a piece of paper from her sketch pad and handed it to me.
Sarah had drawn a beautiful, detailed pussy and clit.
“For me?” I yelled back at her.
“For you!” she said as she shut her bedroom door behind her.
About a half hour later, Sarah opened her door and asked if I would help her with something.
I put down the newspaper, got up, and walked a few steps to Sarah’s partly opened bedroom door.
Sarah was on her knees on her bed, totally naked, with a leather restraint attached to one of her wrists.
She looked at me with a sad, pouting expression of her face.
“I can’t seem to be able to get this attached to my other wrist. If I can’t get it on my other wrist, how am I going to attach it to my bed? If I can’t attach it to the bed, how are you going to be able to fuck me any way you want?”
She tilted her head to one side and frowned.
This was no ordinary restraint. Sarah had it made just for her by a friend who made leather clothing.
The thing was about three feet long. In the middle were three pieces of “climber’s rope”, braided together; the ropes were attached to thick leather “cuffs”, each of which had two small leather belts attached, and inside of each cuff was a thick padding of sheep’s wool.
It was an effective, efficient and comfortable bondage toy.
“What can I do to help?” I asked, faking innocence, but knowing exactly what I needed to do.
“Wrap the cord around the bed post.” I was happily instructed. “Wrap it around twice!”
Having attached the restraint to the bed post, Sarah then instructed me to put the other cuff on her unsecured wrist.
I slid the cuff around her wrist and secured it with the little attached belts. Sarah tugged on the restraint a few times to make sure that everything was attached and the restraint would not come lose.
She lay on her back on the bed, her hands and arms stretched out above her head and firmly anchored to the bed post; her legs bent slightly back at the knees and spread open.
Her slit was already glistening with her juices.
“Are you going to fuck me? Sarah asked, pretending that she did not know what was going to happen next.
I did not answer her, knowing that my silence and the unexpected would turn her on even more.
I had no experience with bondage, restraints or restraining a woman during sex..
Part of me was very turned on sexually. I was certainly hard and was already considering all of the wonderful things I might do.
But there was also a little thought creeping into my mind that I was turned on because of the domination, control and power I had been given, and that made me a little uncomfortable.
Sarah clearly had done this before, and had previously expressed to me that of all the different sexual experiences she had encountered, being tied up and restrained was one of her favorites. After all, hadn’t she had a restraint made personally for her own use?
I removed my shorts and let my hard shaft pop out. Stroking my cock, I walked over to Sarah; she never took her eyes off my cock.
“Are you going to fuck me with that monster?” she said in mock fear.
My mind raced with ideas. Sarah was there for the taking and I could do whatever I wanted.
She liked a little pain; she liked to be teased; she liked to be fucked hard; and she liked to suck cock. Anal was probably out of the question, since we had just done that the night before and Sarah would need some time to recover. But, I thought, maybe she’d like to do anal again, and anything else was fair game.
I knelt on the bed next to Sarah’s head and let her lick and suck on just the head of my cock. Every few seconds, I would pull my cock away and stroke it so that pre-cum would ooze out and drip down in a long string. I let the pre-cum string drip into Sarah’s open mouth and onto her face.
I knew she had a vibrator, and asked her where it was.
“In the bureau draw.”
I opened the draw, saw the vibrator, picked it up and placed it on the bed near Sarah.
“What else?” I asked.
“Do you want to put a blindfold on me? It’s in the second draw,” she said, more of a suggestion and direction than a question.
The draw was full of clothing, but Sarah directed me to a yellow scarf, folded and in one corner of the draw.
While I was pulling the scarf out of the draw, I asked if there was anything else, thinking that there may be other “toys” that Sarah kept hidden away.
“Get some ice from the refrigerator.
I went to the kitchen, my stiff cock bobbing back and forth, retrieved two ice cubes and a paper towel, and walked quickly back to Sarah’s room. I placed the ice on the paper towel on the stand next to her bed.
I tied the yellow scarf around Sarah’s eyes and asked her if she could see or if it was too tight.
“No. I can’t see anything.”
“Do you know what to do with the ice?” she asked.
I admitted that I did not.
“Rub the ice over my tits and nipples.”
As instructed, I rubbed the ice over each nipple and tit, and quickly learned that I could make a nipple very hard, very quick.
“Squeeze my tits!” she directed.
I did, and could feel her hard nipple in the palm of my hand.
I didn’t need any more direction.
I had a new toy, albeit one that would melt away and I now knew how to use it. I could use my imagination after that.
Our newest encounter had begun.
I ran the ice cube over Sarah’s stomach, along the inside of her thighs, and over her pussy lips, returning every once in a while to each nipple.
When my new toy had melted, I sucked on Sarah’s hard nipples, and pinched each, slowly increasing the pressure as I twisted and pulled. Sarah liked some pain when I played with her nipples. When I was done, her nipples were hard and red, looking a little bruised.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“I’m going to play with your pussy and clit. Don’t even try and beg me to let you cum. When I’ve had my pleasure, maybe then I’ll let you cum, but only if you cum just for me.”
The brain is our biggest sexual organ, and I could get into Sarah’s head and get her all turned on and very wet, just by telling her what I was going to do and how I was going to do it.
“I’m going to fuck you any way I want, and when I’m ready, I’m going to cum all over your face!”
I sucked on her nipples and slid a finger into her wet slit, running my finger up and down the inside of her lips.
Sarah moaned again and pulled on the restraint.
Her struggling, fake or real, was very erotic and sensual, and did appeal to my baser male instincts.
“I’m going to play with your clit until it hurts,” I whispered to her. "Then I’m going to fuck you. If you cum, I’m not going to stop. I love to fuck you, and I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
To a certain extent, my words sounded a little silly to me, but I knew that Sarah liked to be told all the things that I was going to do to her; it heightened her sexual anticipation.
I could almost hear her juices flowing out of her pussy when I told her that I was going to fuck her and not stop. She moaned when she heard me say it; she began to breathe harder, pull on the restraint, and slowly rotate her hips sensually, erotically.
I used two fingers in her love hole for a while, sliding them in and out. We were in a rhythm, her hips thrusting forward and my fingers thrusting in.
I squeezed Sarah’s tits until they were red.
She moaned and moaned, but every few minutes was able to gather herself enough to tell me that she liked what I was doing and not to stop.
I spread her legs and lay on my stomach, with my face in her pussy. I told her what a beautiful pussy she had and how I loved to play with it; lick it; make her wet.
At first, I ran my tongue lightly all over her pussy, tickling it with little flicks of my tongue. Sarah rolled from side to side, moaned and closed her thighs against my face.
I stuck my tongue in and out of her slit like it was a cock, and Sarah thrust her hips upwards meeting each stab of my tongue.
I licked around her clit, but did not touch it.
A large wet spot had already formed on the bed sheet; her pussy juice, which ran down her lips to her asshole and dripped onto the sheets, and my saliva, causing the spot to grow bigger.
I was so turned on that I would have easily cum if Sarah had been able to stroke my cock with one of her hands.
This was increasingly a very different experience for me, and somewhat daunting.
While Sarah and I had done this very same routine, or something similar, several times in the previous weeks, this time there was a difference; Sarah was restrained; tied to the bed.
Lingering in my thoughts was the reality that I really could do anything I wanted and Sarah could do nothing about it.
I know that her ass was sore from the anal sex the night before. Even so, I could fuck her in the ass if I wanted to.
I know she liked some pain with her nipple play, but I could really make it hurt if I slapped her ass a few times, or slapped her tits, or pulled hard on her nipples.
I kept thinking that one has to respect the woman who is restrained; that this should be a positive and enjoyable sexual experience for her. Still, the knowledge that I could do whatever I wanted was both intimidating and a powerful aphrodisiac.
I focused my tongue on her clit. It had grown in size and sensitivity, and I could lick it and flick it back and forth with my tongue. I could suck her clit into my mouth and lick it or push it back and forth between my lips, sort of stroking it with my lips like a small cock.
I pushed Sarah’s legs back, bending them at her knees, and continued to attack her clit with my tongue and mouth, while at the same time sliding a wet finger into her asshole.
Sarah moaned loudly, telling me how much she liked it, and that I should not stop.
I sucked on her clit and fingered her asshole for several minutes.
I could feel her body tense and then go limp; tense again and then go limp again. She was getting ready to cum.
I held her clit between my thumb and fingers and literally stroked it up and down, hard and fast. I jammed two fingers into her ass.
I watched Sarah’s face.
One of the best things in life is watching the face of a woman who is about to cum.
There was a look of pain, which really represented the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body; her mouth was open and she looked liked she wanted to scream, but could not; and intermixed with all of this was her anticipation of extreme pleasure raging through her body and a fear that I would not let her have that pleasure.
I watched and listened as I rolled her clit around in my wet fingers and fingered her asshole. When she was just about to cum, I would slow down and watch the disappointment on her face. Then I would build up her need for sexual release once more until she looked like she was about to cum, and then slow down again.
At first she shouted at me, “Make me cum! Make me cum!” They were loud, angry shouts.
As I let her come to the edge of her orgasm and then again slow down, her anger turned to pleading; begging me for the release she needed.
Worrying that I was hurting her clit and ass, I let her return to the edge once again, and then slowly backed off just enough to keep her just below the point of no return.
She begged and moaned and pleaded some more, and pulled hard on her restraint.
“Please! Please!” she begged, as she watched my fingers in each hole.
And then her body could take no more.
“Oh God! Oh God! Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Sarah exploded with a gush of pussy juice sprayed all over me and the bed, as her body literally flopped up and down on the bed and her back and neck arched with the intense pleasure that was pulsating through her body.
Even before she had stopped moaning, and before she could catch her breath, I turned her over and slid my shaft inter her soaking wet pussy. I, too, was shaking I was so turned on and excited.
I started hard and fast, ramming my cock into her pussy, and I kept on going, winded, sweating and on the verge of shooting my hot cum all over Sarah.
Sarah pulled hard on the leather restraint and made animal like noises; grunts and groans. I could feel her love hole spasm as it gripped my cock.
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! She screamed over and over.
There was a short silence, and then Sarah screamed that she was going to cum again.
I did not slow down and kept fucking her hard and fast even as she had her second, intense orgasm.
As she released the tension on her restraint and settled down into the bed, I continued to fuck her slowly. She continued to moan and try to catch her breath.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she said.
Then she said, “No.”
“Which is it?” I asked, as I bent down and whispered in her ear again.
“Do you want me fuck you some more or do you want me to stop?”
“More!” she said, sounding like she had given up and given in to her animal needs.
“Tell me again. Do you want more or do you want to stop?”
I fucked her slowly and stuck my finger in her ass.
It didn’t take long, maybe ten more minutes of slow fucking and a finger in her ass. It wasn’t a huge orgasm, but Sarah did cum for a third time, briefly raising her head from the bed to tell me that she was going to cum again.
“Fuck! Fuck! Yes! I’m cuming again.” Her voice was soft and raspy. I could feel her body shake and jerk.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” she yelled, her eyes squeezed shut.
And then she collapsed on the bed, silent, except for her heavy breathing and occasional moans.
I quickly undid one of the wrist cuffs, releasing her from the bed post.
I gently turned her over, spread her legs, looked at her oozing slit, and stroked my cock with my hand. Within a few strokes I had an intense orgasm, shooting loads of hot cum in long streams from Sarah’s pussy up to her hair. Again, for the second time with Sarah, I was so full of cum, and had been able to hold back for so long, that it was almost painful as each ribbon of goo spurted out of my cock.
I collapsed next to Sarah and we both lay there for several minutes, breathing hard.
Did I just do that? I thought to myself.
Did I hurt her?
I had scared myself with how rough and intense I had been.
I undid the other wrist cuff and let the leather restraint fall against the bed post. Despite the wool on the inside of each cuff, Sarah’s wrists were raw and red.
I went into the bathroom, still shaking from the experience. I wet a washcloth with warm water and brought it back to Sarah and wiped my cum off her body, her juices and her sweat.
After several minutes Sarah got up, indicating only that she was going to take a bath.
I went upstairs and showered, put on some clothes, went back downstairs, poured myself a glass of wine, put Sarah’s sheets and pillow covers into the washer, and turned on the TV.
After her bath, Sarah went to her room and remained there for about a half hour.
When she emerged, she was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt; she poured herself a glass of wine; came into the living room and snuggled up against me in the chair. Nothing was said for several minutes.
For my part, I was concerned that I had gone too far and had hurt her.
Finally, Sarah spoke.
“That was intense!”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine!” she said with a smile. “And you?”
“I’m good,” I told her.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
“No,” she responded.
There was more silence.
Then Sarah spoke again.
“That really was intense!”
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