As you stood over me on the bed, I was already feeling thwarted by my bonds.
Fuck.
And we hadn't even truly begun.
I was on my back. Completely stripped. My thighs were spread and pushed up toward my chest, bound to my forearms to keep them in place. I was acutely aware of how vulnerable the position left me.
My gaze swept up your figure, which was foreshortened by the extreme perspective. You were naked, but for a pair of pale, lacy green panties. Your nipples were erect and your face was lit with anticipation. "Wondering what I'm up to, lovely?", voice husky with want, yet still dancing with impishness. How do you do that?
"I considered putting a gag on you. Just to render you that much more helpless, give me that much more control while I fuck you. I knew it'd look drop dead sexy on you too. But you know me. I don't like to do anything the standard way."
Your feet were on either side of my head. Lowering your hips slightly, you were almost in a crouch, your thigh muscles taut. "I remembered you asked to watch me masturbate and realised I could combine that with a lovely way to personalise your gag."
Slipping your hand into your panties, you brought your fingertips level with your clit. My attention was riveted by the slow rotation beneath the fabric.
"Aren't you gonna take off your panties?", I wondered aloud.
"Greedy boy. All things in the fullness of time. Aren't you enjoying the view you have?"
"Yessss."
"Oh, my sweet George." Tenderness supplanted mischief in your voice. "Not to worry. I'm gonna give you everything you want. And a few things you didn't know you wanted."
While your fingers continued their circuit, your other hand cupped your breast. Smoothing it up to the peak, seizing the engorged nipple and stroking its length, up and down. "D'ya see what you do to me? D'ya see, hon?"
"Oh, God, Stephanie. What do you think you're doing to me?" My cock throbbed, but I was helpless to address the need.
As the activity inside your undergarment intensified, I saw a dark stain spreading slowly through the gusset. The fingers on your tit persisted with their caresses as well. Your eyes fluttered shut and you breathed, "Oh, George."
My name, given such power.
"Oh, George."
Laced with love, longing and lust.
"Oh, George."
The motion inside your panties quickened, stirring impossibly erotic wet sounds. "Fuck!" you growled, eyes flashing wide, then clenching shut. A primal grunt was drawn out into a piercing moan as your entire body spasmed. The crotch of your lingerie was sodden all at once and the overflow spilled from the hem on either side and streamed down your trembling thighs. After seconds that seemed to stretch into minutes, your knees buckled and you collapsed on the bed beside me, panting.
I looked over at your heaving figure. Your eyes still closed, lips parted and strands of hair pasted to your face by sweat. "Christ. You are so beautiful." I whispered with reverence in my voice. Eyes opening, you granted me the smile I so adore.
You removed your panties, using the already saturated material to sop up the wetness on your inner legs. Cradling my face with your other hand, you instructed me, "Open your mouth, love.", and stuffed the dripping garment inside. A chiffon scarf from the nightstand was tied around, holding the makeshift gag in place.
Jesus.
My head was filled with the taste and smell of you. An intimacy which deepened as you climbed between my splayed legs and stretched out atop me. Your fingers sifted through my hair as you showered my face with kisses and my ears with endearments.
"Ahem."
You'd just ensured that I had no way to respond other than with a questioning glance.
"So, would you like an encore?"
I nodded my assent with what must've been comical zeal, given your following burst of laughter.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'. All right, then", you rose again to stand astride me on the bed, "let's see if I can convince my quivering thighs to cooperate."
Oh my, the view I had of your physique. A symphony of sultry curves and taut muscles. As you flexed again into a near crouch just over my face, your glistening pussy lips dripped residual dew onto my face. Though your essence filled my mouth, I ached to lap at this fresh outpouring.
Your hands were already active again, one hand at your breast, the other at your cunt. This time, there was no material to conceal your growing excitement. The contours of your sex were swollen and spilling freely. Rivulets poured down your inner thighs and stray droplets spattered upon my upturned features. "Oh, George, my darling George, seeing that hunger in your eyes," you were almost panting the words at this point, "I could do this all day for you. Just keep cumming and cumming. Watching that delicious need building in you."
My heart raced. My erection streamed in homage to your beauty and ardour. Every atom of my being steeped in pure, naked lust. Rowelled with the compulsion to devour you. A compulsion utterly defeated by your restraints.
When your second orgasm hit, the absence of panties allowed me to enjoy the full effect of your pleasure. You showered my face, neck and shoulders with a viscous rain of cum. Lowering yourself until your sex molded itself to the curves of my face, you smeared yourself all over me, your breath still coming in ragged gasps. The scent, the lewd, moist sounds, the slippery feel, the sheer wantonness of it, was almost enough to drive me mad.
After several minutes of this singular attention, the adrenalin rush must've passed, because you flopped down next to me again, exhaling theatrically. You rested for a few minutes on your back, one leg draped over mine. When your breathing had calmed, I made a muffled sound to gain your attention. You turned to look at me questioningly. Tugging the scarf from my mouth, you removed the panties.
"Stephanie, hon, what are you waiting for? Let me loose, already. My turn now..." Before I could say another word, you replaced the undies and the scarf, reducing my pleas to incoherent sound.
Rising to straddle my waist, you looked down into my eyes, "Sorry, sweetheart, but I'm not entirely sure you're gonna get a turn tonight. I'm afraid I've built up a fairly substantial need and it may require the rest of the night for me to work it out of my system. If you're a good boy, I'll let you have the entire night tomorrow, if you want." You lowered your torso until it reclined on mine. Bringing your lips to my ear, you whispered, "Besides, my love, I promise you, you'll enjoy my turn every bit as much as I do."
With that, you wriggled off the bed and made your way to the nightstand. From the drawer you withdrew a dildo, its harness and a bottle of lube, holding them up as if they were long-lost treasures.
While I looked on, you shook out the harness, put your feet through the leg loops and pulled them up over your thighs. Then, you adjusted the straps until the cod piece settled over your pussy. In another moment, the dildo was firmly seated, and I took in the riveting sight of my baby sporting a cock of her own. Looking down at the new appendage jutting from your groin, you began to stroke it, almost reverently. "God, I love the weight of it. The look of it protruding from my body. The feeling of power it gives me."
