She sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from me, and slowly unrolled the left stocking. Once removed, she reached back and teasingly dangled it over me, brushing it against my chest and face and throbbing cock. She released it and let it drift down half covering my face. Then she stood up on the bed, standing over me. She placed her right foot on the headboard and slowly rolled down the right stocking. She repeated the teasing then also dropped it over my face. I could still see, but everything had taken a light blue tint.
She moved to the window and turned to face me. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Then she undid the front hook bra and tossed it to the side. She stared at me while she massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. She pinched one and pulled it hard, catching her breath, then loudly exhaling when she finally released it. She did the same to the other nipple. Then she pulled one up toward her mouth. It didn’t quite reach her tongue, but she let saliva spill out off her tongue and drip onto her nipple. She then spread the spit around until she was moaning and her knees were wobbling. She did the same to the other nipple, again needing to catch herself from falling.
She picked up the black bag and pulled out a short chain, on either end were metal clamps. She pinched her nipple, making it hard, and attached the first clamp. Then she repeated with the other. Once attached, the chain spanned her breasts. She gave it a tug and it held firm, sending a jolt through each breast.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get to wear it next.”
She moved closer to the bed and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor exposing her bare, hairless pussy. Her legs were parted and I could instantly smell how excited she was. She reached down with a finger and swiped off a few droplets, then brought it to my lips. She moved the stockings away and let them fall on the floor, then, without removing the panties from my mouth, wiped her wetness on my lips. She did this two more times, until she was certain that my lips were covered.
She went back to the small bag and took out a medium sized black ribbed dildo. She waved it at me, making sure that I got a good look at it. Then she climbed onto the bed, standing above me, her left hand bracing herself against the wall above the headboard while her right hand guided it into her wet pussy. She gave it several long, slow, deep strokes before taking it out and bringing it to her lips. She furiously sucked on it with more intensity than she had ever used on me.
She then squatted down so that her ass was just inches above my chest and her pussy was spread out in front of my face. The toy went back inside, and she proceeded to gaze into my eyes while fucking herself hard and making herself cum. When my gaze moved away from her eyes to between her legs, she let the spit drip down onto my face, then slapped me and exclaimed “Eyes up here.”
In the midst of her second orgasm, she quickly withdrew the dildo and proceeded to cover my face and chest with her squirt. This was something we had experienced a few times, but it was always a fluke. She had apparently learned exactly how to harness it and was now showing off.
She leaned close to my face and bit down on a bit of her panties which was sticking from my mouth. She withdrew them using only her teeth, then tossed them on the floor. Before I could close my mouth she spit into it and slapped me again. She wiped some of the wetness off my cheek and stuck her finger in my mouth to lick clean. Then she raised herself up and said “One more.” She slid the dildo back into her pussy, making herself cum one more time. Then slid the dildo into my mouth. Without her telling me what to do, I sucked it off the best I could.
She laid on top of me for a few minutes, then rose up and took another thing from the black bag. This was a bottle of lubricant. She squirted some into her hand, then proceeded to rub it over my cock, using much more than I thought was necessary. She squirted more into her hand and bent over. She reached down deep between her legs, past her pussy, and rubbed the lube into her ass. She was obviously enjoying the sensation and frankly probably didn’t need me at the moment. Nevertheless, she climbed up on the bed again and slowly lowered herself onto my cock.
Anal sex was never something that she had brought up, nor had I. It was something I enjoyed, but never demanded, and I figure if she ever wanted more than the occasional finger or tongue she would have told me. It occurred to me that this was her way of telling me.
She easily slid down until I was completely inside her. “Fuck….” She gasped, then leaned forward, “Good thing I’ve been practicing.” She continued to slide up and down on my cock, squeezing me until I couldn’t take it any more. I couldn’t hold back the groans and grunts, and she knew what was going to happen. She took me deep and whispered “ask for permission.”
I gasped and yelled “Please let me cum in your ass!”
“Ask nicer.”
“Please Holly, please let me fill your wonderful delicious ass with my cum. You are so wonderful and you feel so good I can’t stop.” Before she could respond I exploded. Spurt after spurt filled her, and I felt her clenching down on me in rhythm.
After my orgasm subsided, she raised herself off me and straddled my chest. “I didn’t give you permission. So now you know what you need to do.” I didn’t actually, but she quickly put an end to that. She moved herself over my face and lowered her ass onto my mouth. With her thighs pressed against the side of my head, I could faintly hear her say “clean it up.”
I was repulsed at first, but also realized that there was no way to half-ass my way out of this (pardon the pun). I started tentatively, then proceeded to treat her like a feedbag. Soon she was thrusting her hips and begging me to keep going. I could hear the jangling of chain connecting her nipples, and I managed to work a free hand around to give it a tug, which elicited another squeal from her.
I guess I satisfied her, because she eventually stood up and left me alone while she went into the bathroom. I heard the shower run briefly while she washed herself. After a while she came back with a wet cloth which she used to wipe off my face and chest. She went back to the bathroom and came back with another wet cloth to clean off my now-soft cock. I hadn’t realized how much of a mess I’d made. Well, we’d made, I guess.
I wondered if she was going to untie me now, but she didn’t touch the bindings. “You’re doing so well,” she said, “but there’s still one more thing on my list. At this point she untied my ankles and lengthened the straps holding my arms. She grabbed my feet and pulled me down to the end of the bed. My arms were still mostly immobile, and my ass was on the edge of the foot of the bed. Me feet freely dangled down to the floor.
She went back to the small black bag and took out a blindfold. She held it up and then said, “No, I want you to see this.” She dropped it and then picked up the nipple clamps that she took off before her shower. She straddled me and proceeded to pinch and tease my nipples, making them hard enough to attach the clamps. Once done, she batted at the chain and made me yell out a few times.
“Because you’re being so good, I’m going to put these back on.” With that, she picked up her glasses off the dresser and put them on. She was so damn sexy in glasses. Totally worth it.
“But because you’re also so naughty, I have to put this on too.” I wondered what she meant, when from the small black bag she withdrew a strapon dildo. It wasn’t any bigger than the dildo she made me lick clean earlier, but it was still bigger than anything I’ve had in me before. She beamed as she stepped into it and tightened the straps, then locked her eyes on mine as she covered it with lube, stroking it as if it were her own real cock.
She lifted my legs and spread more lube into my anus, letting her fingers linger. Then she wordlessly slid into me, slowly, teasingly withdrawing and slipping back in, over and over. My cock stiffened again, and she grasped it in her free hand and stroked it as she fucked me. Her speed built as did her force, gradually. Soon we were both passionately grunting with each thrust, and I felt another orgasm coming on, much more intense than the last. The strapon must have been rubbing her just right, because she was clearly about to cum again too.
She gave me permission to speak again. “Tell me when… I want you to cover my face…” That was all I needed to hear. I let out a gasp and shouted “Now… fuck…now…”. She gave one more deep thrust and without withdrawing leaned forward toward my cock. She gave it a few more strokes and I exploded up onto her face, covering her chin and lips and those sexy glasses.
“Yes… yes… cum on my face” she shouted with each spurt striking her dead center. Then she withdrew the strapon and completely lowered herself, taking me into her mouth.
She slid up my body, giving the nipple clamps a few more tugs, before giving me a deep, passionate kiss. She untied my hands and let me wrap my arms around her. I held her for a while and we kissed more and touched each others’ soft, sweaty, sticky bodies. Soon we dragged each other to the shower where we took our time sensually, almost ritualistically washing the other’s body.
The bed was completely ruined. We cleaned up the best we could, but there was no way it could be slept on. We got dressed and packed up the naughty toys, then left a twenty on the dresser. We stopped in the lobby to request a housekeeping visit, then left the hotel and walked hand in hand down the street for a late meal.
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