The house was quiet. Through the door I led you in, saying trust me, trust me and you will be rewarded. Rewarded with an aching cunt.
This was a weekend away with a difference. You obeyed all my requests. The way you smelt, the way you dressed. The way you had withheld from sex for 4 weeks and the blindfold was in place.
We pulled up at a small gallery, at the edges of town, on a quiet street. I led you through the door and you sensed brightness, and warmth through the feelings on your skin and the edges of your blindfold. We went through a corridor into a larger space. You sensed it was bright, had some furniture in but nothing else.
"Where are we?" you enquired.
"A small art gallery" I replied "you are my new piece, my muse... just trust me."
I gave you a drink of scotch and caressed your hair around your shoulders before manoeuvring you onto a type of chair. You felt two seat sections for your thighs, but in the middle was a gap and the lower back of the chair seemed to be missing. I lowered you down and began to tie your wrists and ankles to the apparatus.
"What is this?" ... "SShhh" I said gently as I began to loosen the straps of your vest top, and then undo the bows on your bikini bottoms... very quickly you were now completely naked, and tied to this weird chair.
"Very good. Very very nice" I whispered.
I gave you another drink and kissed your lips and worked my way down your chest to each nipple. Still in the blindfold you were already extremely aroused. Your nipples were like frozen berries, hard and bursting in my mouth as my tongue trailed lower.
I sensed your quit shudder as the tip of my tongue connected with the hood of your clit. I sensed you thrust it forwards to meet my mouth. Your pussy lips were twitching as I lightly teased your entrance. I sense your breathing get louder and more pronounced. Your wetness began to leak down your thighs. I licked it up and drove my tongue inside your hole as the 'fucking chair' you were tied to hold your legs out wide my pleasure and access.
I rose up and my tongue glided up your chest as I stood in front of you and you felt the tip of my cock push apart your pussy lips. I pushed more and entered you, holding onto your waist I pulled myself in. The chair was at such a height that your cunt was exactly the same level as my hard cock. It made penetration easy. I began to fuck you, pushing in and out with many thrusts as you tried to buck and writhe to my rhythm but prevented from doing so by the ties on your limbs. Then I pulled out and broke away... I heard you moan and pant.