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We sat on the leather chair in the living room a while; me still recovering from a long and intense orgasm; Sarah nestled in my lap, cum still on her face and tits. As I recovered, I played softly with Sarah’s nipples, lightly pinching and pulling on them. I like to run my fingers lightly around her nipples when they are hard, and then roll her nipple between my fingers and thumb. Sarah likes it and I like hearing the little moans of pleasure she makes when I do it. As I continued to recover, I spread Sarah’s legs and dipped my finger into her wet pussy. I moved my finger around slowly, rubbing up the side of her clit every once in a while. She moaned and whispered in my ear that it felt good. “I can feel you starting to get hard again,” she said. If I was, I would consider it a minor miracle. The intensity of the orgasm that Sarah had given me had taken a lot out of me. Recovery was going to take some time. Nonetheless, Sarah slid down onto her knees in front of me and began to lick and suck on my very limp, soft cock. She worked her tongue around the head and over my balls, stroked it, and sucked on the head. I lay back and enjoyed it, but was embarrassed that I was so limp. Slowly, my manhood began to come back to life. Within ten minutes or so of Sarah’s excellent tongue work, my shaft was hard and erect. I let her play with my cock for a few minutes before I stopped her. It was my turn. As I rose from the chair, I told Sarah to make herself comfortable on the blanket and to place a pillow behind her head. I used a kitchen towel to wipe cum off her face and tits and to dab off cum that had fallen in her hair. I lay next to her, played with her nipples some more, squeezed her tits, ran my fingers lightly over her stomach, spread her legs, slowly fingered her pussy and lightly rubbed her clit. She was relaxed, purring and very wet. I whispered in her ear all the things I was going to do to her. “You know what I want to do. I’m going to tease you until you beg me to let you cum. I’m going to fuck your pussy until you’re ready to cum. I’m going to fuck you in the ass until you’re ready to cum. But I’m not going to let you cum. Not until I’m ready to let you cum.” “Yes. Mmmmm. Yes. Yes,” was Sarah’s response. I wrapped Sarah’s hand-made leather restraint around one wrist, looped it around the couch leg and attached the other end to her other wrist. Sarah’s arms were now stretched up above her head and secured to the couch. Further preparing for what I had in mind, I took two old silk ties and tied one to each of Sarah’s ankles. Her arms and wrists restrained and her ankles ready to be tied down, I could begin. Sarah had brought me to the point of an orgasm several times, without letting me cum. Then, slowly she brought me to the edge and let me enjoy the longest and most intense orgasms I have ever experienced. I was going to return the favor. Sarah loves to have her nipples played with and teased. Starting slowly and lightly, and working up to a little pain as her nipples are twisted and pinched, she would get very wet, vocal and turned on. Because Sarah got so turned on teasing me, she was already very wet with her juices seeping out of her slit and running down her ass and soaking the blanket. There was no need for me to lightly tease her hard nipples Tunalı escort to get her started. She was already beyond that kind of nipple play. Instead I began by rolling each of her nipples between my thumb and fingers, increasing the pressure until she told me that it hurt. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked. “No,” was her quick response. She liked some pain with her pleasure, particularly with nipple play. I continued rolling her nipples in my fingers, pinching them hard and pulling on them. Sarah’s nipples are light brown. With some aggressive playing, they had turned red. And, as I continued, they began to turn a little purple, and the area surrounding each nipple took on a black and blue, bruised look. Sarah arched her back and rolled side to side, as our nipple play brought both pain and pleasure to her body. To change the sensation and feel, I took one of the silk scarves and dragged it over her nipples and tits. “Goose bumps” formed on her tits, as the scarf material rubbed over each sensitive nipple. “Fuck yes,” she said. “That feels so good.” I dragged the scarf over her stomach and the small patch of hair at the top of her slit, bringing her even more pleasure. She spread her legs hoping for more. Accepting her invitation, I dragged the scarf lightly over her pussy lips several times. Sarah moaned with pleasure, her mouth open and her eyes squeezed closed. She liked the gentle feel of the scarf. It may have tickled as it caressed her slit, but it felt amazing on her lips, and she was disappointed when I stopped. It was time to bring her to the edge for the first time. In addition to nipple play, Sarah loves to have her pussy licked, slowly and steadily, letting her build her need for release. I ran my tongue up her slit. Her pussy was warm and wet, and tasted like spice. I ran the tip of my tongue on the edge of her pussy lips, eventually pushing my tongue into her slit and fucking her cunt with my tongue. She arched her back to push her pussy up to my mouth, wanting my tongue deeper in her cunt. “Yes. Yes.” she moaned. The slow licking of her pussy lasted for several minutes, as I concentrated on teasing her with my tongue. Sarah arched her back and rotated her hips, hoping to get as much of my tongue as possible in her love hole. I had intentionally stayed away from her clit. Knowing how wet she was, and how turned on she was from teasing me, I guessed that her clit had increased in size and was very sensitive. I ran the tip of my tongue along the sides of her clit, but not directly on it. There was an instant and strong reaction. Not only a load moan, but a strong jerk of her body as a spasm of pleasure raced through her body. I spread her slit with my fingers and was greeted by a large, pale red orb protruding from its hood. Sarah’s clit had indeed grown, having doubled in size. This clit needs to be teased, I thought to myself. I ran my tongue up and down the sides of her clit again, and every once in a while flicked the tip of my tongue over it. Her engorged clit was indeed very sensitive and needed to be slowly brought to the point where Sarah could tolerate the pleasure/pain threshold. Between my licking her pussy lips and gently tickling her clit with my tongue, Sarah began to exhibit all those ulus escort bayan wonderful signs of an approaching orgasm. Her body twitched; her breathing was heavy and quick; she moaned and begged me to not stop; and little beads of sweat began to emerge on her forehead and tits. I kept licking her clit, until Sarah was whimpering loudly and struggling with her wrist restraints. “Suck on it. Suck on my clit,” Sarah yelled. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I stopped. I did not want her to cum yet. To let her calm down but still enjoy the pleasure she was seeking, I grabbed the big feather and began to run it over her nipples and tits, tickling them. I ran the feather softly over her belly, and made my way down along her pussy hair, the inside of her thighs and eventually very lightly along her slit. The feather, lightly applied, tickles and feels good, but is not enough to make a lady cum. It is an ideal toy to allow a lady to calm herself from her need to cum, yet still bring her pleasure. The tip of the feather is another story. It alone will not make a lady cum. But the tip is a tool of intense, pleasurable torture that few are able to tolerate. Sarah’s ankles were already tied with the ends of some old silk ties. I took the free ends of each tie and tied them together in a double knot, leaving Sarah with her ankles tied to each other, with a long strip of silk tie between her ankles. I bent Sarah’s legs back so her knees were up by the side of her head, and looped the long strip of silk tie behind Sarah’s neck. Now Sarah was restrained at the wrists, and her legs were bent back by her head, restrained by the silk ties that bound her ankles. Her pussy and asshole were fully exposed and available to be played with as I wanted. I ran the tip of the feather along Sarah’s pussy lips. It tickled and she groaned. I spread her slit with my fingers and ran the feather tip lightly back and forth over her swollen clit. She loved it. She hated it. She moaned and groaned. She swore. But she did not tell me to stop. The tip of the feather on her clit and tickling her slit was almost too much for her. The flicking of the feather over and across her clit may not have made Sarah cum, but it certainly seemed to make her come close. A steady stream of her sticky pussy juice ran down her slit into her asshole and then dripped down to the blanket in little thin threads. The only thing that drove Sarah crazier than the feather tip on her clit was the feather tip on her asshole. Lightly touching her asshole with the feather tip tickled and made her shake and moan with pleasure. Pushing the tip into her hole, wiggling it around a bit, and pushing the tip in an out, brought thunderous moans and a twisting and turning of her body as she strained against her tethers. “Oh God. Fuck yes. Yes. Yes.” “Would you like me to stop?” I asked, as I continued to tickle her hole. “No,” she snapped. “Put your finger in my ass”. “You want me to finger fuck your asshole?” I inquired, still tickling her hole. “Yes. Oh God, please. Please. Fuck my ass.” I used the feather tip on her hole for a few more minutes, driving Sarah to the point of begging and weeping, the sensation and pleasure was so intense. I wet my finger and rubbed her asshole with it, and then inserted Escort yenimahalle just the tip of my finger into her hole. “More. More. Put your fingers in all the way,” she pleaded. “Fingers?” I asked. “Do you want more than one finger?” “Yes. Fuck yes,” was her impatient reply. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass with your fingers!” Pleasure, passion, desire, craving and need had taken over Sarah’s mind and body. The waves of pleasure that rippled through her body, the quivering in her pussy, the lust for sex that now consumed her, was not enough. Sarah wanted and needed more. She belonged to me now, and she knew it. I controlled whether she would cum and when. I was the giver of pleasure, just as she had controlled me minutes before. With two fingers I slowly fingered her asshole while I again ran my tongue over and inside her dripping cunt. Sarah pulled against her leather restraint and my makeshift ankle restraints, as she moaned, screamed with pleasure, and begged for more. For the second and third time, I brought her to the point of orgasms, but would not let her cum. Again, to let her calm down, I used the hair brush to lightly stroke the skin on her arms, her nipples and breasts, her belly, the back of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. I did this two or three times before running the brush first over the inside of her thighs, right up next to her pussy, and then finally letting the brush run over her swollen pussy lips. “I need to cum,” she said. “I know.” “Please let me cum. Fuck me, and I’ll cum for you. You can have all the teasing fun that you want, but just let me cum.” I ignored her plea. “I’ll do anything. Fuck me anyway you want.” Again, I ignored her. There was something I had read about once and wanted to try. I took one of the silk scarves and folded it so that I ended up with a long, maybe one inch wide strip. Holding the two ends, I pushed and slid the strip of scarf lengthwise into her slit and ran it slowly up and down her pussy, pulling one end up towards her belly and then pulling the other end towards her ass. At first, there was little response. I’m not even sure if Sarah knew what I was doing. I adjusted the angle so the scarf ran more over her clit than her love-hole lips. That’s all that was needed. At first, just like it did on the sensitive skin on the head of my cock, the scarf running over her clit hurt a little. I slowed down, and gradually, the pleasure of the scarf material on her love nub began to mix in with the pain. After several minutes, Sarah began to beg me to do it harder and faster. As I increased the pace and ran the scarf as hard as I could over her clit, there was no moaning or yelling; just Sarah pushing her hips up to get more scarf pressure on her clit. The look on her face was priceless. Her mouth was open; her head was bent forward as she tried to watch the scarf sliding over her clit; her eyes were half closed, as she enjoyed the pleasure; and she looked both scared and turned on at the same time. Did it hurt; did she want me to stop? “It hurts a little, but don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Do it faster,” she pleaded. I tried to run the scar over her clit as fast as I could. She was sweating, as was I, and my sweat was dripping off my nose onto her stomach. The way her body was twitching and turning, my sweat ran off her belly on both sides. “You’re going to make me cum. I’m going to cum.” I stopped. The scarf was soaked anyway, so it was threw it aside. I knelt beside Sarah’s head, put my cock in her mouth and let her suck on the end of my cock while I played with her nipples and tits again.
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