Leaving me cuffed to her rack, Miss Laura pulled something from her cabinet, which appeared jammed full of sex toys and restraints. I couldn’t tell what it was that she picked, and to be honest, my eyes couldn’t seem to leave the allure of her body. I wanted to bust out of the cuffs and take her like Kristie likes to be taken-- hard, fast and rough. I wanted to rip that black vinyl dress from Miss Laura and bury my cock deep in her, but this was Miss Laura’s game. Her home. Her turf.
When she turned to me, I could see that the item she picked from the cabinet was black and appeared to be made of mostly of leather. A chain was attached to it. She looked into my face, seemed to read my desire for her and gave me that evil, crooked grin again. Her expression seemed to say, “Want to fuck me? Yeah, good luck with that.”
Laura bent at the knees again, bringing my hardened member to face level. She grasped it roughly and stretched the item around the base of my cock. Another part of it wrapped around my sack. I knew what it was when I saw her cinch it tight. I was a leather cock ring. I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, feeling the strange pressures placed on my junk collection.
“Just relax,” Miss Laura said in a physician’s tone. After securing the cock ring tightly, she ordered me to lift my legs, one after the other, and removed my shoes and socks. She tossed them onto one of the velvet chairs. My jeans followed, and after that, my briefs. She eyed my bare bottom half and then lifted my black t-shirt to inspect my abs. Like her, I was more into toning, not so much a builder. “Well, you seem to take decent care of yourself. Shower daily?”
I nodded.
“Good. Keep that up. I don’t want to smell that skanky bartender’s pussy on you.”
“Okay.”
She froze and stared into my face, arching an eyebrow.
“Um, yes, Miss Laura?”
“Good boy, Sammy,” she said and went back to the cabinet. “You learn quick.”
This time, she came back with a long chain attached to a leather collar. She reached around my neck and I nearly swooned at the renewed scent of her perfume. She must have sprayed some on her wrists. Mercifully, the collar was not fastened as tightly as the contraption on my pole. I could breathe easily. She dropped the chain to the floor and retrieved a pair of furry handcuffs from the wall. She unhooked my hands from the rack’s cuffs and re-cuffed them in front of me. Taking the chain in her gloved hand, she pulled me to the bed.
“Lay down,” she ordered.
The top sheet was some sort of rubber. I stretched out as instructed, and tried hard to keep my eyes on Miss Laura.
She sat on the bed, attached the chain to the bedframe, and brought her face close to mine. She stared at me so closely that the view of her blurred. “Now listen up, Sammy-boy. This is the deal.” She finished the sentence with a tight grasp on my cock which responded to her touch by swelling to a new level of hardness. “You do something nice for me, I’ll do something nice for this,” she said and squeezed, hard.
“Ohhh,” I let out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
To this, she smiled. “And when I’m done with you, you gather your shit and leave. Got it?”
“Yes, Miss Laura.”
“Good boy,” she granted again, and let go of my shaft.
She kicked off her shoes, leaving them to clunk loudly on the floor, and stood on the bed. She stared down into my face over the great mounds of underboob and I could see everything. She had placed a g-string on under what there was of a skirt, and now tugged it to one side, revealing her shaved pussy.
“Ready for me?”
“Oh yes, Miss Laura,” I answered.
She bent her knees and I was instantly smothered in pussy. It was not a gentle descent. She began grinding, washing my face in her taint and ass. Above me, I saw darkness with flashes of light and jiggling DD breasts. With the darkness came the salty sweet taste of her pussy and its juices, with the light came brief views of the goddess that delivered it to me.
“Stick that fucking tongue out, Sam,” she ordered. “Suck my pussy lips.”
Delicious. My mouth clamped onto her labia, only to have it pulled away with her gyrations. With every return to my lips, I sucked at whatever part of her I could get.
She began to groan and call out, “Yes!” and “Good!”, “Good boy, Sam!”, and I soon found myself drowning in her flowing juice. I loved giving oral attention to Kristie, but it had never been forced on me like this. I was in heaven, taking in her vital odors and tastes. My bound hands found my throbbing member and I wrapped my fingers around it. I stroked it, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
It didn’t work.
“Hey! Hands off the junk, bad boy!”
I removed my hands and she immediately went back to her face ride. She swiped back and forth over me and I slurped her up.
After some minutes of this, Miss Laura’s body trembled, and her little moans silenced. All I heard was her heavy breathing. Suddenly, she cried out, and I was drenched in her cum. Her body tensed again and again, and I was rewarded with another squirt when I sucked her large-ish clit into my mouth. This was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced, and I wasn’t even the one cumming! It was such a turn-on to have this goddess cum on me that my erection became so intense it hurt. I remember wishing my cock to cum…envisioning it erupting all over her sumptuous ass, not caring for the consequences. Trapped in the cock ring and unable to touch it, all it did was pulsate and twitch in the air.
She cried out over and over. Shaking violently and squirting her cum on my face. She had fallen forward, grabbing onto the metal piping of the bed frame, panting for breath and still leaking pussy juice on me. “Oh, fuck, Sammy-boy,” she got out a syllable at a time as her lungs sucked air. “Oh, my fucking God. Good boy.”
I hummed and moaned into her pussy, sending vibrations through her flesh. Kristie could be sent into a short flurry of orgasms this way, and I went for it.
“Oh, you dirty little man-whore,” Miss Laura grunted out, and more cum oozed onto me. “You’ve been such a good boy.”
My heart soared in triumph when she let out another cry of pleasure and nearly leapt up from my face. As she came down, I was convinced that she would allow my dick the pleasure of her hot depths, but instead, she straddled my thighs, keeping my dancing shaft just inches from her heavenly walls.
I stared at her beautiful body as her chest heaved. Her hair was a bit out of place and her nylons were soaked along the inner thighs. My hair was in similar shape. She had cum buckets.
“Oh, Sammy-boy,” she purred with her eyes half-opened, “you’re good.” Her hands wandered over her DDs, squeezing them for my pleasure. “That mouth is talented.”
She lifted herself and shifted her pussy so close to my dick that I swear I felt the heat of it. Then, to my great delight, she rubbed her still-twitching and juicy slit against the underside of my shaft.
I let out a long moan. “Yess, oh thank you, Miss Laura.”
She smiled. It was that sexy grin, and that alone seemed to push me closer to orgasm. Her hot, open lips caressed my main vein and I watched my cock come very close to being devoured by Laura’s sweet cunt.
My eyes bounced from her self-administered breast massage to her action on my cock and I knew that I was going to lose it soon. From the depths of my scrotum, everything tightened. Her juices flowed all over my cock and balls and my moans became louder, more urgent.
“Yes,” she whispered and locked eyes with me. “Yes, Sammy-boy…feel my hot pussy on you.”
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and she was going to let me explode on her. Maybe even in her. “Oooh!”
“Uh-uh!” she shouted and removed herself. She wagged a finger at me. “Not yet!”
“Oh nooo!” I screamed. I had reached the point of no return. “Oh, Misss!”
“You didn’t ask permission!”
Oh, my fucking God, this woman was driving me insane! The orgasm had been triggered and my cock pitched and bounced.
“Hold it!” she ordered and watched my agony. “Hold it!”
A shot of cum. Nooo!
“Uh-oh! Baaad boy, Sammy!” she scolded.
More cum oozed from my tip and ran down my shaft. The white goo pooled around my cock and covered the cock ring. “Oooh…my fuh…” I bit my tongue to keep from swearing.
She scolded me again and removed herself from the bed. She stood alongside me for a moment and watched me as I tried to catch my breath. “That’s what happens when you ignore instructions. That’s called a ruined orgasm, Sammy-boy.”
Although it felt great just the same, it was an abbreviation of full release. My want of Miss Laura remained. I wanted to finish deep inside the pussy that had covered my t-shirt, face, and hair in creamy juice. As she paced back and forth, apparently contemplating what to do to me next, I followed her with my eyes. With her thin sheen of sweat that covered her face, neck, and shoulders, she glistened as she passed under her ceiling lights. Her cheeks had gone pink, and the auburn highlights in her hair were plain to see. I had never wanted anyone more than Miss Laura at that moment.
“Still,” she said as she returned to the side of the bed, “you did make me cum and that was truly very good, Sammy-boy.” She leaned over me, dangling her DDs near my face. A hard nipple was inches from my mouth. I could smell her perfume again, and this time, the aroma of her pussy and perspiration joined it.
I moaned with want. I reached up with my cuffed hands and felt the warm vinyl holding back her left tit.
She grabbed my wrist with that humbling grip. “Nuh-uh. No touching.” She put her lips close to mine and whispered. “We’re not there yet, my impressive boy. Learn your place.”