M4F
Background: You're my date. We've had an intimate dinner with plenty of light, playful banter and leg rubbing under the table, and now we're back at my place. We're deeply relaxed and starting to get a little interested in each other. We kiss on the sofa, but we quickly take it to the bedroom:
Story:
We light the candles and imbue the room with soft light. I take matters into my own hands and lay on the bed. You advance towards me. Your sensitive breasts are anticipating my curious hungry mouth. You join me on the bed.
I cup my large hands over your breasts gently to show how much I appreciate your feminine beauty. I lift them gently and lightly flick your nipples with my thumbs through the fabric as I kiss you.
You shudder just a little at the pleasure; a combination of the haze from the evening drinks, my insightful fingers and our rapidly developing regard for each other. You willingly cooperate when I ask to take your top off. I help your substantial breasts out of your bra.
I start using my mouth. One nipple is being licked and sucked, while the other is getting the attention of one lazy finger. I'm circling your nipple, starting in a big motion over your whole breast, and gradually spiralling inward, until I nearly touch it, but not quite. I want one nipple getting everything it wants, and the other hungering for fulfillment.
I look up and stare into your eyes and ask:
'Can I clamp your nipples? I want them to jingle later on while I fuck you. I want that memory to stay with you. I want you to gasp a little and shake off the memory of intense pleasure every time you hear a cat collar or Christmas bells.'
My cock is moving under my pants.
You maintain my gaze and nod 'yes'. You're being careful not to show too much enthusiasm so early, to keep your sense of mystique, but your eyes give you away.
'Yes please,' you say again, with the slightest smile.
The thought of your heaving breasts, bouncing, marking the rhythm of our lovemaking fills me with anticipation. I think you know where this is going as well.
I instruct you to reach over to the bedside table and pick up the blue set of clamps. You do so and I gently take them from you and hold up the exquisite piece. It glints in the light. A fine, but strong, silver chain, connecting two silver clamps. Each clamp has a soft coating, strong enough to grip tightly, but soft enough not to do damage.
Other lengths of silver chain also hang between the clamps, draping at varying lengths. There are small gems embedded in the middle of each length of chain.
I look at you again.
'Are you ready?'
'Yes,' you say.
I cup your magnificent breast affectionately from the underside, then apply the first clip.
Pain oozes through your nipple and your back arches a little in response. You give a guttoral moan and a series of very short breaths.
I look for signs of tapping out, but for you the pain is just enough to push you out of your staleness and into feeling very much alive.
I apply the other clamp. You arch again and grab the sheets on the mattress. Another gutteral grunt and a long determined moan, followed by a long breath out.
You compose yourself as you settle into the sensation and your slight breast movements start the bells jingling right away. You have goose bumps from being so alive. Your perky nipples, now decorated in a refined way, are achieving new levels of erectness, even for you.
I trace around your whole breasts with the backs of my hands, brushing them and occasionally changing my caresses to fondling. Instinctively you know the pain will eventually be drowned out by a tsunami of pleasure.
Now we position ourselves for you to grind on my own erection. Your harnessing of the pain has aroused me deeply.
I stare up at you in your full glory, shoulders back, breasts out; a vision of a female embracing her sexual energy.
At that moment my mind completes several thoughts. I realise that I'm old enough and wise enough now to fully appreciate the bounty of your body. You're voluptuous and audacious, holding yourself against me. I love every second of it. Your sexy voice is becoming huskier, moaning out your desires.
But these physical features pale against your spirit, your adventurous desire to drink from the cup of life and to experience everything. Your spirit intoxicates me.
As you grind on me, and our eyes lock, I can see the intelligence there and I watch you embrace the moment, making the slow descent into pleasure. Your breathing has quickened and the initial pain of the clamps has added a rush of adrenelin. You're feeling consumed by the balanced mix of pleasure and pain. You're losing yourself in the moment.
Before I can even suggest it, you take hold of my cock and jerk it several times, before positioning your body over it and using it to rub the line of your entrance. You smear my precum all over your labia. We're both groaning at how good it feels.
This goes on for a beautifully long period, with precum ebbing out of me and infusing with your cunt juice.
I ask in a breathless voice:
'Can I spank you Misty?'
'Yes,' but only when you're completely buried in me. I want you to feel the jiggle of my pussy.'
I settle for running my hands down the sides of your body and position my arms behind you so that I can encourage your body to go forward; so we can kiss. My hard cock has pushed past your entrance and is sliding upwards into you.
