Leonard Redux, or The Return of Beth Taylor
There it stood. Proud. A testament to his manhood, and to Beth?s talents. A thick, glistening shaft of black manhood. Ten inches tall, easily two inches across and ramrod straight, pointing to the ceiling. It was circumcised and beautiful? such an amazing cock that even the man secretly watching the scene develop enjoyed staring at it.
The ebony tower pulsed, rocking as if in a strong wind. The man?s blood continued to course through his veins, past his massive testicles, each the size of a bloated golf ball, behind the coarse, tightly curled pubic hair and up the shaft of his massive erection. It pushed into the ripe, pink, delectable knob at its crown. Each pulse made the bulbous head shake slightly.
As it rose above the man?s athletic torso, the cock tapered slightly from the base against his groin towards the glistening crown. The shaft curved ever so slightly towards the man?s chest, and a bit off to the left. The flesh was dark, much darker than the chocolate of the rest of his body? the contrast one a dark and bittersweet European chocolate against a more gentle milk chocolate. Whatever the flavour, Beth Taylor loved chocolate.
A soft piece of piano music played but the room was otherwise silent. Light from a dozen candles placed all around the room illuminated the area with a warm, subtle light that the perfect complement for the music. The silence of the black man showed that he understood that a single word would mean the end of the game.
His name was Leonard and he lay on his back, low to the ground. His hands were snugly tied, each to a hook screwed firmly into the frame of the futon that held him. His legs were also spread wide and tied off to hooks at the foot of the small bed. Leonard?s body dwarfed the mattress as his hips rested within a foot of the bottom of the bed.
And Leonard was completely nude.
His body glistened with the sheen of massage oil that Beth had been rubbing into it for a long time now. She had convinced Leonard that he would enjoy the little game, and he was up for anything, as long as it involved his luscious, buxom, blonde goddess: Beth.
Leonard was a friend of Beth?s from a trade show where they had met about a year previously. He was 32 years old, about seven years Beth?s junior. He stood six feet, one-inch tall and had the build of a track and field athlete: powerful arms flowed into strong shoulders and a rippled, muscular chest. His legs, as he lay on the bed, were tensed slightly, making the muscles in his thighs distinctive, and sensual. His hands were large, even for his frame; Beth has said many times that it simply proved the old adage that a man?s cock was reflected in his hands and feet. It certainly was true in Leonard?s case.
Now, the man lay there, as he had for an hour or more, naked and bound. He was powerless, and Beth made him believe it, of course, as she continued her ministrations upon his flesh. Unfortunately, or was that fortunately, Beth had yet to touch Leonard?s cock. This had pushed him into a delicious but agonizing period of erection. He had long prided himself on cock-control, but this was something new; his busty lover now had him in her grasp, both literally, and figuratively. It was going to be a long afternoon.
With Leonard?s cock at its massive maximum, Beth continued to slide her warm hands over the lover?s dark skin. Still she continued to avoid his penis.
She had begun with a light drizzle of massage oil from a squeeze bottle, letting it run first onto his chest from waist high. The thin stream had traced a random pattern across Leonard?s pecs as he flexed them for his lover. The oil dripped down one powerful thigh, then across the other. It ran over his flesh, glistening erotically and highlighting the man?s musculature and smooth skin. She had finished her preparations by dripping the lightly-scented oil, one drop at a time, onto Leonard?s soft penis. It had been laying conspicuously? how can such a massive piece of man-flesh, even soft, not be conspicuous?? along one thigh. Soon, the drips had caused a reaction and the monster that was her lover?s cock began to stir. The shaft thickened first, rising slightly, then the cockhead. Beth stopped dripping the oil on Leonard. That was enough, she knew.
At this point she was still completely dressed, and in her best office outfit, too. It was a dark fuchsia silk and linen blend suit with a skirt tight enough to highlight Beth?s ample, but not excessive, ass. Across the front, where it pulled tight, anyone looking could see the hint of a prominent pubic mound. (Leonard?s eyes had been drawn to that the moment she had unbuttoned her blazer.) The blazer itself was tailored perfectly as she had had it custom-made. It hung loosely and unbuttoned, allowing a sheer white blouse to peak through every time Beth moved. And each time it showed, so did the lacy, dark purple bra that was underneath.
Leonard watched every move his lover made. He found it impossible to pull his eyes away. While he loved the outfit Beth wore, he especially liked the way her legs looked in those heels. They were a closed-toe pump with a 4-inch heel that succeeded in every way: they lengthened her legs beautifully, tightening the calves and pushing Beth?s hips forward slightly. They were the perfect match for the sheer stockings with a hint of metallic flecks in the them.
As Beth walked all around Leonard she would pause to give him the show he desired. For several minutes at a time she would pose, standing still to give him a clear view. She would cross her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up against the fabric and lean forward to give him the best view. His eyes never left the deep cleavage she offered.
Once in a while, Beth would remove a piece of clothing. The jacket was first, then the skirt, finally the blouse. Now she stood directly in front of Leonard, only a few feet from his face but beyond his ability to touch any part of her. She still wore her heels and stockings? they were the self-supporting type that ended high on the thigh with a lacy and delicate border. Beth also wore dark purple panties, the tiniest she owned. They were tight, sheer and left little to the imagination as Leonard could clearly see wisps of blonde pubic hair atop the engorged lips of her pussy. Already there was a wet area forming in the expensive fabric.
The matching purple bra was a half-cup which allowed Beth?s ample bosom to be exposed in the generous way she liked it. Her nipples, hard as diamonds from the heat of the situation, poked at the lace of the bra?s fabric. They were thick and rubbery when she was in this state. Easily the size of thimbles, they were also the most erotic spot on her body. She had often told her lovers to suck on them hard and to play with her tits because that was enough to make her come. Sucking on one of Beth?s nipples was the same as pulling at her clit with your teeth; it was electric!
Beth stood directly in front of Leonard now. She had devoted almost two hours to preparing him for the next stage of his afternoon. She had rubbed her hands all over his body, spending long periods gliding her hands along his muscular thighs. She had sucked on his nipples and bitten his lips. She had held his balls in her hands? it took both of them to comfortably hold both testicles at the same time.
But she had never touched any part of his cock. That was why it was straining so hard to reach the ceiling now. It pulsed, throbbed, rocked back and forth and still Beth avoided touching the monument to her sexuality.
As Leonard watched she began to sway gently in front of him. The sensual dance was intended as the final preparation and she played with it for a long time. As she danced, Beth carefully slid her tiny panties down her legs until they lay on the floor at her feet. She didn?t touch the bra, the stockings or the shoes. She didn?t need to for the next stage.
All this time, the watcher watched from the next room. He, too, had undressed and now sat naked upon a stool. His own cock remained untouched, but as hard as Leonard?s, if not quite so massive.
Beth moved forward until her knees rested against the futon between Leonard?s outstretched legs. The pleading in her lover?s eyes told Beth all she needed to know. This man with almost unnatural control of his cock, and of his come, was nearing a point where he might actually lose control. This was the moment Beth had been waiting for.
With her pussy dripping its lubrication, Beth moved towards the massive hardon in front of her. Without touching any part of Leonard, she moved into a position that straddled his body. She knelt on the bed, one knee on either side of his hips. Now her thighs were resting against his, and in front of her stood almost a foot of rigid cock.
It was pulsing wildly now in anticipation of what it hoped would happen next. Beth was not going to disappoint.
By now the man in the other room had started to breathe hard as he too anticipated what was to come next. His eyes were glued to the 21 inch monitor that sat on top of a dresser. In one hand he held a remote control that gave him complete choice of the view on the monitor. It controlled two cameras placed discretely in the room. They could zoom and pan to see almost any corner/ Naturally, the bed had been placed in a perfect spot for the show. He had seen to that himself. As he stared at a closeup shot of the dark meat on the monitor, his own thick erection throbbed painfully. He refused to touch it still.
Beth sat astride Leonard?s thighs. His amazing appendage stood in front of her, only inches from her breasts. As much as she would have loved to drop her head down to engulf the cock before her, or to wrap her big tits around it, she refused to give in. This was about her cunt, and his monster cock, nothing else.
She squatted slightly, placing herself in position directly above her lover?s throbbing manhood. It stuttered as it waited. Would Beth need to grasp it to line it up with her pussy? She did not want to have to, but if need be?. One more look towards Leonard?s face confirmed his state of arousal, and his need for relief. She slowly began to lower her cunt towards the knob atop his cock. She softly rubbed the head with the outside of her pussy, its glistening lips lubricating the tip of the giant cockhead.
