Shackles hanging from a ceiling beam secure my arms above my head. I have a little bit of slack, just enough to flex my arms or knees if I need it. If you allow it. Naked, but for a blindfold over noise-cancelling headphones, I await your pleasure. We like to play games like this where we both win in the end, but one of us is going to be happier. I can't hear. The blindfold allows nothing. I hang there.
Remembering the question asked before the headphones were added. "Where do you want to come?" I can't see, but I feel it as you rub the head of my cock along your nether lips, "Here?" "On my ass?" You purr as my slit is dragged across your cheeks and dipped into the dividing cleft, "In my ass?" Gripping the shaft firmly as you turn, caressing me with erect nipples as you lower yourself. Pressing against my abdomen, you wrap your tits around me, "You've always liked shooting on my tits. Or maybe this once, I take a facial?"
Noting my shivers of anticipation, you grip the base again, almost painfully, and stand. Molding your body to mine "I'm going to suck you off. I'm going to take my time. I'm going to finger fuck your ass while I do it. I'm going to fuck you with toys while I've got you deep between these lips you love. And you will LOVE it. And if you don't come too soon AND take your fucking like a good little bitch, I MIGHT swallow everything you've got. Jizz inside or out. Ass, pussy, tits, face, or mouth. You fantasize and I'll choose. But first, you need to cool down a bit. You wait here while I finish setting up." A playful nibble on an earlobe and the headphones slid over my ears.
Then, silence. And darkness. All I have is touch and smell. Heightened, I feel air swirling around as you fetch your toys, and some lube I hope. Unknown time passes. And even though my minds eye plays loops of memory and fantasies of spurting semen covering white flesh and into hot, wet places, my erection subsides and balls hang loosely in their sack. I wonder if you've brought someone home, but discard the idea. I'd feel the cool, outside air from the open door if you'd let someone in.
I jump as I feel your lube covered finger slide along my ass crack. Off in lala land, I missed feeling you approach. Your fingernail leaves a trail of fire. Not worming, but sliding directly for your target. Palming my asscheek, the nail tickles the puckered hole. Knowing it will come regardless, I relax. The full tip slides in, circling. Your pelvis presses against my thigh. A trail of juices track downward as you drop to kneel before my bound form. The finger burrowing fractionally inward, occupying my attention. That finger. Beginning to slide in and out. Nail raking the tight ring.
I know I'm erect again, but can't tell how hard. All I know is that it's not against my belly, your finger slides with increasing ease, and your warm breath is...on my balls? The skin crinkles with the sensation. I moan with excitement and receive a pattern of chuckling(?) breaths across my scrotum. The pattern becomes a targeted breeze. You're random with it. Scrotum, shaft, head. Back and forth. Always soft. Always hot. I know you're close. But, but not close enough for contact as I thrust forward as, unexpectedly, you insert a second finger. This time it's still gentle, but unrelenting. Slowly, insistently until fully ensconced.
"Uh, uh, mmhmf," I grunt as you begin stroking in and out. "Ooohhhh!" As my left nut is covered in moist warmth, I feel you reach around with your free hand. The suction is almost painful, distracting me until I feel more lube being added. You switch to my right testicle as I begin to relax into your anal attack. Releasing me, your breath becomes cool on my saliva drenched sack. It causes me to recoil...into the third finger.
You feel that the lube and relaxation has me ready. And you are not gentle this time. Hips shooting forward, trying to escape this fresh invader, you finally engulf my cock. In my present state of mind, or lack of mind, it's no distraction from your digits. I don't go soft as you fuck, nothing as soft sounding as fingering. For hours it seems, you fuck and suck. Varying tempos on both sides keep me on edge. Gentle and firm. Soft or rigid. I am soooo close, when you pull away.
I suddenly feel empty and cold. Minutes pass as the air feels so much cooler on my fevered flesh and wet groin. I'm guessing that cooling me off was your plan. I flex my aching shoulders and roll my head to loosen taut neck muscles, unsurprised at the number of pops I feel. I'm sore all over from tension, but nothing can be done until you release me. Resting as best I can while waiting for "phase 2".
I think my backside is almost back to normal. You prove that wrong when you slide your little toy into me. At least you warmed it up first. Thinner, but deeper than your fingers. I can't tell if it's been lubed up or if I'm just loose now. It's hard and smooth as you begin to sensuously stroking in and out. Placing me in your mouth, your gentle tongueing and ministrations have your desired results. Your hand isn't gentle as it grips the base, preventing any 'accidental discharge'. But that's the only thing. Gently. Erotically. You worked the toy through its many vibration patterns, sometimes humming along. I'd have exploded long ago if not for your harsh grip.
I'm hoping you're getting tired when the thrusting, sucking, and vibrations stop. The 'edge' goes away and you loosen your grip. The vibrator is removed, but kitten-like licks keep me at the ready.
The licking becomes more insistent. It soon becomes a sensation best described as nursing my cock head. I cry out as a larger dildo is shoved up my still loose ass (when did you get and hide this monster?). This much longer, thicker toy begins a steady rhythm of deep stroking, but your mouth is acting out of sync, splitting my already fractured attention. Fucking speed increases as you slide back until only the head is worked on, but there's a difference. Your tongue is going crazy, undirected, almost slathering. Driving me to the edge. I recognize this. You're cumming from sucking me?!
The fake balls hit my hanging sack as it bottoms out. I feel a rippling that begins in my feet and works its way up. "I'm gonna cum!" As if you needed to be warned. I don't feel the invading plastic and foam. I can't feel if I'm still in you or not. My whole world is a rippling sensation working through my groin. The ripples are a staccato counterpoint to the long moans and surges as semen shoots. I don't bother trying to count the surges. I can't. It's all too intense.
