As my aching body recouped from the day of saving lives and arguing with doctors, I lounged on the bed, in an uneasy repose. Mindlessly zoned out on the inane rerun on the tv, I hardly noticed Jay idly playing with our lovely Maui Kink rope, tying and untying single column ties on my legs.
Suddenly, a bamboo rod appeared on the bed, sharpening my interest, allowing the drone of the environs to fade into the background. As my ankles were secured in sexy rope ‘boots’, and then bound to each end of the 4-ft long bamboo pole, I realized this was no longer Jay ‘practicing’, but rather the beginnings of a previously verbalized fantasy come to life. A single rope was secured at the middle of the bamboo, then stretched up to the hard-point centered over our love nest. As my feet rose up, I found myself fixated on the musculature of Jay’s chest and shoulders as he worked to bring the bamboo up to stretch my long, lean legs, and lift my round ass slightly off the bed. Reaching the height he desired, he slowly lowered the bamboo to a point where my knees were slightly flexed, giving him a clear view of my ass and now-wet pussy. Reaching for the poni purple rope he favors for the binding of my hands, he secured them to the headboard above my head, and tied it all off. Sitting back on his heels, he appreciated his handiwork and the view presented to him. Idly stroking his rigid cock, he lit an aromatic cigar, and informed me that he was going to play with me until I screamed at him to let me orgasm. Grinning in the dim light, I knew I would not be left wanting this night.
Placing his cigar in the ash tray, his hands slowly and methodically caressed my ass. As his fingers trailed down to draw lazy circles around my clit, hardened and gleaming wet in the light, I felt the clamp as he secured it to my clit. It’s bite made me shiver and groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. His satisfied smirk was only imagined in my mind, while my body responded to the gentle strokes of his agile fingers around the clamp. His beautiful face rose up in front of me, demanding my attention. His soft lips closed around my prominent nipples, teasing and tormenting. Coming up to my mouth he kissed me deeply, our tongues entwining in the wet cave of our mouths. He abruptly stopped the kiss, and when I opened my eyes, it was to see his hard shaft descending into my wet, warm and willing mouth. As he slowly slid it deep and deeper, his head almost choking me, he pulled back just as I was straining for breath. Then it was gone from my lips, making me whimper for its loss.
The clamp was gently lifted, giving my clit a pulse of its own. His amazing mouth landed on my pussy, kissing away the damage wrought by the clamp. As his tongue emulated the kiss previously bestowed on my mouth, my hips thrust against him, straining against the rope and bamboo above us. I dont know how long he worshiped at my pussy, as I lost time to the pleasure I was experiencing. Just as I felt the orgasm building, he stopped. I wanted to scream from sheer frustration, as his head passed through my legs to kiss me, the taste of pussy pervading my mouth. I felt his thumb nimbly massaging my clit and his finger sliding into my ass. I wanted to squirm; I truly tried! His mouth ate my screams, as he violated my ass, and tormented my clit, again stopping just short of my satisfaction.
Withdrawing from me entirely, he rose above me, hands resting on the bamboo like a ledge placed above me specifically for him to rest on during his labors. I felt, rather and saw, the exact moment the head of his hard cock penetrated my wet and swollen pussy. It was exquisite, torturous, and destroyed any last semblance of control I might have had over my body. I strained at the ropes, moaning and writhing uncontrollably. Leaning harder on the bamboo, he pushed it toward my head giving him the perfect angle he was seeking to pound his pleasure into my body. While he had refused me orgasm to this point, neither of us could have stopped the explosion when I came. As he worked toward his own orgasm, it was one blinding, continuous, paroxysmal and insanely pleasurable sensation for me. It could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours. There was no reckoning of time or place in my mind. There was only the convulsions of my pussy with every stroke deep into my body. I only know that when I felt myself losing control of my consciousness, I heard him yell, my eyes fluttered open, to see the beauty of my love, head thrown back, muscles tight, caught in the throws of his own pleasure.
Collapsing forward across my flushed, sweating, and satiated body, I could feel his heart pounding in synchrony with my own. Slowly his face turned to mine, satisfaction writ across his countenance, and gently closed his lips to mine. Our kiss, full of a reverent love for each other, sealed the scene.