The Surprises

"I know it's not your birthday," said Christine, "But I've got a couple of surprises for you and I think you could call them presents."

"Go on," I said, slightly nervous since Christine had an interesting sense of humour as well as being on the wicked side. I'd sneaked a couple of days off and we were on our way down to a boutique hotel in one of the classic cars I'd "borrowed" from the car club. This was a Porsche 928. A big V8 to satisfy the growlier side of Christine's likes with a bit of luxury and enough handling capability to make it fun.

"Not for now," Christine went on. "You'll have to wait until we get there. In the meantime, just let me relax. You get on with the driving and enjoy the view."

With that she reclined the seat a little and closed her eyes as if she was going to sleep, unbuttoned her blouse to down below her bra line and opened up the sides so I got a good view of her magnificent breasts and belly. I'd bought her the bra as part of a lingerie set and this was the first chance I'd had to see it on.

Did I tell you that Christine had large breasts? I'm not sure of the exact sizing but 36DD sounds about right. Very much more than a handful but quite firm and not needing a lot of assistance from a bra, but apparently more comfortable with one. This bra supported her fairly well and looked very sexy in the shop. The fabric was very see-through so at first glance it looked to cover the skin, but I could now see that it was revealing the darkness of the areola and her swelling nipples as she rubbed and teased them into peaks before sighing and resting her head against the side of the car. "Keep your eyes on the road now," were the last words I heard for a while.

We got to the hotel after about 90 minutes driving and Christine slept most of the way. I'd been trying to drive gently so I didn't wake her, knowing that she wasn't a great passenger but I stole glances across occasionally to see her breasts rising and falling in the open blouse. As I pulled up in the courtyard, Christine fastened enough buttons to remain decent whilst still giving me and the hotel receptionist a bit of a show. Our room was on an upper floor so Christine led the way while I carried the bags upstairs.

I'd booked an upgraded room with a four-poster bed and it didn't disappoint. The room was large and very classily decorated with luxurious fabrics and there was a great view of the river. The bathroom was huge, with a big walk-in shower as well as a bath and the tiling was a rich amber Italian marble.

"You're spoiling me again Richard," Christine said. "Time for your surprises." She dived into her handbag and pulled out a foil pack, shaking it at me.

"Pills?" I said. "I'm not sure about drugs." My mind was going all sorts of places. I hadn't been with Christine long and I knew she had mixed with an off-beat crowd before I'd hooked up with her. Although I thought she was clean, I wasn't totally sure. But was it for me - were these stamina enhancing or a type of Viagra? Surely she couldn't think I needed that after our previous exploits?

"Don't be silly. It's

the

Pill. I've been taking them for a couple of weeks so I'm protected now. I know how you hate condoms and I hate you pulling out at the last minute so today, you can come inside me." I was relieved at her explanation and my dick took a leap as I hugged and kissed her - very thoughtful and well planned to keep it a secret.

"But you said surprises," I said. "Something else as well?"

"Strip off and lie down on the bed and I'll show you."

I did as I was told and lay down on the bed. Christine opened her bag again and took out some lengths of cord. We'd spoken about bondage and restraint so this wasn't exactly a surprise but we hadn't had an opportunity to try it. She tied my hands to the posts of the bed but left my feet free so I could either keep my legs straight or spread them. As she put the ropes around me, she stroked my penis and brought it erect, then when I was fully stretched and tied, she sank her mouth over the head and made sure I was wet. My cock twitched inside her mouth, partly through reflex action and partly as I tried to thrust with my hips. I wanted to grab her head and force myself into her, to come in her mouth and make her swallow my seed but she'd tied me too well.

"Don't be so impatient Richard," she admonished as my cock popped out of her mouth. "That's why I wanted you under control; to make sure you know who's in charge today. I don't want you to come until I'm warmed up, then I want all of you inside me." She was still fully dressed at this point, her blouse gaping a little but otherwise with not much showing.

After a few more minutes sucking, when I felt as though it would only take a little more for me to come, she stood back up and started to unbutton her blouse, stretching up to show her breasts encased in the lacy bra and pushing them out. She supported them with her hands and teased the nipples with her thumbs to raise them and also excite herself. She turned her back to me and removed the blouse, walking the length of the room and throwing it onto the chair. As she walked back towards me, she raised her skirt to show her thighs and approached the bed, bending over me.

"Don't you wish you could stroke me now? Run your hands up my thighs and feel my legs? Rub my panties and see how wet I am?" She ran her hands over my chest and paused at my cock, twitching with anticipation. "I'm in control today so you'll just have to wait and do whatever I want at my pace." She held my cock and squeezed it, giving it a few up and down strokes before cupping my balls. She had an evil smile on her lips as she watched me contort my body against the ties and try to prolong her grasp of my pulsating member.

"Don't tease, Christine." I said. "I want to come inside you as well so don't make me wait."

"I've another surprise for you first," she said, standing up again and unbuttoning her skirt. As she began to peel it down, I saw the rest of the lingerie set, and then as the skirt fell to the floor my eyes opened wide

I'd not bought the suspender belt as part of the set - I was more interested in bare skin than the stockings and suspender look.

"But I'm not that turned on by stockings and suspenders."

"Oh really? I think your dick is telling me a different story. I don't think I've ever seen it so hard. I think it's ready for me to join you."

Sure enough, my member had grown again and risen so it was pointing well north of horizontal. Leaving her lingerie and her shoes on. Christine climbed on the bed and kneeled, straddled me so her pussy was just below my balls. I could see the dark outline of her pubic hair through the lacy panties. She rose up onto her knees and shuffled forward so her pussy was directly over my cock and lifted her hands to her head, pushing her breasts forward as she sank down slowly, pressing down and rubbing her pussy on my cock through the panties. She slid forwards and backwards, masturbating herself on my cock like a dildo, riding the rigid member as though it was a personal sex toy. She wrapped her hands around her head and closed her eyes as she continued the backward and forward journey. I could see her chest beginning to flush, a sure sign that an orgasm wasn't far away. Her hands moved back down, one pulling the material clear of her breast so she could rub the swollen nipple, the other creeping inside her panties to finger the top of her clit. I could feel the extra pressure of her fingers on her clit as the head of my cock rose and I could hear and feel that my precum was wetting her silky thong.

"Are you ready to fuck me yet?" She said. "Do you want to slide that cock into me? Can you imagine how tight my pussy would feel around your big prick?" She rubbed her clit faster and more intently. She lowered herself so that her breast rubbed against my face. "Bite me," she commanded. I rubbed my lips against her nipple and sought it out with my teeth, nipping at the teat. "Harder!" I squeezed my teeth together and sucked as she rode my cock and worked at her clit. Her gasps were more frequent now and she began to yelp with the pain as I sucked her tit. My hands were straining at the ties but I couldn't free them to help either of us. With a last furious cry, she shuddered and came hard, falling onto my chest and squashing her breasts against me; gripping my legs with her own quivering thighs and forcing my rampant cock between her lips through her soaking panties until her orgasm subsided.

Christine slowly came to. My prick was still trapped under her pussy, twitching as it sought release. "Mmmm, that feels nice. You're still hard for me!"

She rose up and swung her leg over before standing up and turning her back to me, peeling down and removing her sopping wet panties.

My released cock sprang up and she turned and leant over to take it into her mouth and clean her juices and my precum from the head. Her hand grasped the base of my cock and she wanked it slowly as she sucked and licked. I groaned; I was so near to cumming. Christine spotted this and stopped, grabbing my balls and pinching the head of my cock to hold me back. "Not so fast, Tiger. I want you begging and I want you to have lots of your cum stored up for me. I want you to fill me completely."

She climbed back on the bed and straddled me again, this time moving up my chest and working her legs under the ties holding my arms spread out. She shuffled forward and rose up on her knees so her pussy was directly above my head. I felt her stockings against my sides and my arms and saw the bare flesh of her thighs shining pale, leading up to the dark hair above and further on to her breasts, filling the lace bra. I looked directly into her open pussy-tunnel and saw her, wet and red, waiting for me. Her darker swollen outer lips hung down and I watched as she bent her knees and lowered them onto my mouth.

I really enjoyed eating Christine out. I would often go down on her, but this was the first time she'd forced herself onto me so this was a new experience. Her pussy was a wonderful combination of sticky sweetness and a salty, marine taste. Not quite the strong anchovy tang which I'd first expected, more subtle than that and more delicious as her juices flowed. I was aching for release and my cock remained hard as my tongue rose to lick her lips. Just as Christine had cleaned my cock, I cleaned her lips, licking all the drops of pussy juice from her folds. I sucked her lips into my mouth and heard her moans. "Oh, Oh, that's nice. Keep licking me. Don't stop." It was barely language, but I understood exactly what she wanted.

My nose was just clear of her clit and her pubic hair. As she rose and sank back, her naked thighs rubbed against my cheeks. My tongue probed inside her pussy, feeling more liquid flowing from deep inside. I looked up and saw that she had pulled the fabric of her bra clear of both of her breasts and was pinching the nipples as if I was biting them. She was feeling the sensation of being eaten at both ends of her body.

I licked up the inside of her lips to find her clit at the top of her slit, stroking my tongue in circles around the base of her hood. My lower jaw was compressed into her open pussy and she rode it as I found the swollen bud of her clit, just protruding from the hood.

Her head rested on the headboard as I licked around her clit, circling it with my tongue, trying to add some pressure. She went on massaging her breasts, squeezing the nipples into peaks. Her juices were flowing over my chin as she rocked her hips. Her breath was coming in short gasps now. "Don't stop, don't stop. God that's good." To bring her to climax, I drew her clit into my mouth and sucked gently and was rewarded with Christine's sudden cries; "Oh; Fuck; Fuck; Fuck; I'm cumming!"

Her legs trembled against me and I wanted to grab hold of her to keep her pressed to my mouth but the ties were too strong. She quivered as she came and gushed more sweet liquid over my mouth and chin. I stopped my sucking and held her clit between my lips, conscious that she'd now be super sensitive. She twitched against me and dropped her hands to mine, our bodies in harmony.

I'd been concentrating on her pleasure but as she relaxed on me, was now aware that my prick was still asking to be drained. Perhaps not quite as hard as before, it was still engorged and lay on my belly, eager for attention.

As Christine once more stirred after an orgasm, I begged her. "Untie me now Christine, I need to come in you; I want to feel you, want to be inside you."

"Mmm, so impatient. Naughty boy." She rose up on her knees again and moved backwards so her pussy was off my mouth. Strings of her cum stretched from her lips to my chin as she lifted herself clear. "But I'm not ready yet. There's more I want to do with you before you cum." She wriggled her feet clear of my arms, got off the bed and stood to stretch. She reached her hands round her back and removed the bra, tossing it onto the pile of discarded clothing. "I don't think I need that now."

From my perspective stretched out on the bed, her legs looked longer than ever. She strolled across the room to the fridge and got out a bottle of water. She opened it, took a drink, then poured some over her breasts so it ran down her body. The cold water made her nipples stand out even more.

She brought the water bottle over to the bed and poured some of the water onto my mouth, then ran a trail down my chest and onto my cock. I wailed in protest, "Ow that's cold! Do you want me to lose my erection?"

"Don't worry, I can always get you ready again." She put the water down, then bent her head to lap the water from my body, running her hair over my chest and moving slowly down until her mouth was once again over my cock. "I need you hard again, but I need you to last as well." She held my shaft and cupped my balls as she sank her mouth over the end and eased the foreskin back. "I know this makes it more sensitive, but I can mix a bit of pleasure with a bit of pain to stop you cumming until I'm ready again." She grazed her teeth over my cock-head as she said this and I squirmed as I realised what she was doing.

"I've another surprise for you now," she said. "Make sure you keep your legs spread please." She went to her suitcase and took out a small cloth bag and a bottle of massage oil. I was sure I recognised it. She put the bag on the bed and opened the oil, squirting some into her palms and rubbing them together. She replaced her hands on my cock and smoothed the oil in, making sure the whole of my shaft was covered. She poured some more oil in her hand and spread this over my scrotum, then her fingers moved down so they were on the seam leading to my arse, stroking gently and rubbing the oil into my ball-sack and into my arsehole. This was intensely pleasurable and my cock rose up without any assistance from her hands.

"Mmm, that looks as though it's had the desired effect," she said, and once more she climbed on the bed and straddled me. She now was in the same position as earlier, except this time she put her hands down and made sure her lips were astride my cock. She began sliding forward and backwards, pressing her pussy along the length of my cock and rotating her hips as she slid to ensure that I stayed in the groove of her lips and that my cock rubbed all the right parts of her. She bent over and rested her hands on my shoulders. As she slid back, my cock head would probe at her clit; as she slid forward, my cock ran along her pussy lips, spread like a butterfly's wings. When she moved back again, with her hips at the right angle and with just the right amount of lift, my cock would rise up and try to enter her. She concentrated on prolonging these moments, teasing her with my cock-head just inside her, and teasing me with the prospect of my shaft entering her pussy; but still restrained, I couldn't thrust upwards and complete my drive deep inside.

I was so frustrated. She kept this sequence of movements up for what seemed like an eternity. My cock would rise and I'd slide just inside her pussy on her way back. She'd hold it there before tilting her hips again and I'd slide out, when she'd glide forward again. This was an exquisite agony for me. I was being kept hard but it would take me forever to come like this - and Christine knew it. She was playing me to perfection!

"Untie at least one of my arms Christine, then I can help you come." I decided to try to regain some control.

"And would that be helping me or helping you?" she replied with a smile. "One more surprise." As she moved back this time, she held my cock in her pussy and reached her hand behind. She felt for my balls and squeezed gently, causing my cock to rise inside the tunnel of her pussy. My balls were still slick from the oil she'd used before and from the moisture added by her own juices. Her hand slid over the skin holding my balls and crept down to my arse. Her fingers stroked around the hole and pressed, firmly. My concentration was all on my arse now; I'd forgotten what my prick was doing. My hole was sensitive and as she pressed, my cock came to attention in Christine's pussy.

"Help! That feels so good!" I cried. "If you want me to come now, keep doing that."

As I said this she pulled back and lifted off, leaving my cock waving in free air.

"Not yet, not yet. Just a little longer," she murmured. "But perhaps I can let your arms go free. It would be nice to have you stimulate me as well."

On her knees, Christine untied my arms. I shook my hands to get the blood circulating again and looked up at Christine, my tormentor, grinning as I regained some control.

I'm sure she expected me to reach for her breasts, or her pussy to give her more satisfaction, or even my cock to thrust it back inside her, but I'd had enough of her games.

My hands went to her shoulders and I quickly spun myself from under her so she remained on her knees and I moved behind her. I wanted to take revenge on her for teasing me and whilst I wanted to drive into her hard and fast, the sight of her from the back, bent over, gave me another idea.

Just as we'd toyed with bondage but today was the first time Christine had tied me, we'd also spoken about domination and spanking but not gone there. Christine's breasts were magnificent, but her bottom was even more appealing to me. I was enthralled by the sight of her, perched on the bed with her arse up and legs apart, the slit between her legs shining with wetness and her inner thighs dripping with our mingled juices.

I forgot about my cock and my need to come. I held her down with one hand on her lower back and smacked her hard across her cheek.

"Ow!" she cried, "I wasn't expecting that." Her buttocks clenched and her back arched, lifting her breasts clear of the bed.

I smacked her across the other cheek; I relished her reaction and the red glow that started to appear on both cheeks.

"That'll teach you to torment me. You deserve to learn some manners." I smacked her 2, 3, 4 more times, still a little frustrated and angry, spreading the blows so her entire arse was red. I'd tried to spank her evenly on her cheeks but my fingers had strayed between her legs so had become wet with her nectar. I licked my fingers and moved both hands to her arse, rubbing the rawness and trying to ease the stinging. I separated her cheeks to expose her arsehole and stroked her from her pussy to the dark hole of her ass, spreading the moisture around and finding she was even wetter, more moisture dripping from her open pussy.

"Please don't hit me again Alex. I promise to be nice to you. I just wanted to make sure you were really ready to fuck me." She begged, not sobbing but with creaks in her voice.

I spanked her twice, this time making sure that my fingers slapped into her pussy and arse. I saw the droplets of her slick liquid bounce into the air and felt my fingers getting wetter. She moaned and I knew her reactions well enough to know that she was now enjoying this; the sensations of her cheeks being warmed and the fingers caressing her pussy. As her buttocks clenched and opened again, I saw her love tunnel open and her arsehole flexed, opening and contracting.