It's late and the house is quiet except for the sound of the shower running. You turn the water off, and I can hear you rummaging around the bathroom as I wait for you to come to bed. You start talking to me through the bathroom door, and while this is not unusual, what you say to me is. "Be naked and standing at the foot of the bed by the time I come out." I hesitate, then get out of bed, getting there just as the door opens and you step out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but this huge strap-on.
You stand in front of me, taking my hands in yours and holding them at my sides as you kiss me long and deep. I try to pull my hands away from yours, wanting to wrap my arms around you, but you grip them even tighter as your kisses become more urgent, almost fierce. You release one of my hands, reaching up behind me and wrapping your fingers tightly in my hair; using it to tilt my head back and hold it there. Your mouth moves to my neck; kissing, biting, sucking my tender flesh. My whole body stiffens with excitement and I start to whimper, though I remember to keep my free hand by my side because I know that you want.
You release my hair, grabbing my breast and squeezing it with your strong hand, as you lower your face to my nipple. You suck my nipple hard into your mouth, scraping your teeth against it, making my whimpers turn to louder moans of pleasure and arousal. As your other hand drops mine to join the first, I suddenly become aware of the extreme dampness between my thighs. You ravage my breasts, my pussy getting hotter and wetter by the second until it feels like my juices are running down my thighs. I desperately want you to shove your hand between my thighs and touch my pussy, but I am aware that you have your own agenda, so I say nothing while inside I am screaming.
Standing up, you once again take a hold of my hands and move me in front of the stool. You bend me over the stool, moving to stand in front of me, placing me about eye level with what seemed as though the biggest cock strapped on to a woman I have ever seen. You looked down at me with a wicked smile saying "suck it Christine, I want to watch you suck this cock"
Briefly remembering our hotel experience I almost feared in an exciting way what you had in store for me. Using one hand for balance while gripping this huge cock with the other, I eagerly take it inside the warm wetness of my mouth. I worshiped it with my tongue, moving up and down its shaft, then swirling my tongue around the head of this dick. I wrap my lips around it as you use your hips to slide in and out of my mouth.
Sucking this cock, especially having you feed it to me, drives me to the point I feel like I'm going to cum if you just barely touch my pussy. Your hand glides over my back and ass, squeezing, caressing. Your hands find their way to my creamy ass, then they slide down further as you push my legs apart with one hand while grabbing my pussy with the other, becoming covered with my wetness, which I know drives you wild. You rub between my thighs, spreading my juices from the tip of my pussy to the crack in my ass. I reach back, trying to grab your hand and grind it against my pussy, but you are determined to dictate what happens, and when. You pull my hand off of yours, pushing it away.
An instant later, as I reach forward to slide a finger into your pussy, the palm of your hand smacks my ass cheek once, hard enough to sting, as "punishment" for grabbing your hand. I jump slightly, the instant of pain quickly turning to warm pleasure. I keep quiet, not wanting to let you know how much that turned me on, but the fresh out-pouring of juices from my pussy gives me away. You tell me to stop interfering and to just accept that you are in charge. Then you tell me that if I try to resist, you will tie my wrists and ankles to the bottoms of the legs of the stool to make sure I behave. I nod slightly in understanding, wondering what you would consider "resisting". The idea of being bent over the stool, helpless, spread-wide and exposed sounds terribly erotic.
You are once again kneading my ass and inner thighs with your strong hands, steadily pushing my legs apart as you do so, spreading me open, exposing me completely.
You reach over and behind me, and begin rubbing something long and hard between my legs. As you tease the opening of my dripping pussy with the tip of it, I realize that it is one of my toys. You continue to tease me, moving just an inch or two of it into my waiting snatch, making me moan with longing. I try to arch up to get you to push the toy deeper into me; my pussy needs to be fucked so badly, but you quickly pull your hand back so my efforts are for naught. "Nice try" you tell me in gently scolding tone.