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over him with surety and expertise.
"I'm fine."
"Let's get a little more comfortable,
shall we?" She indicated he should sit on the bed. Retrieving the
brown rope, a thinner cord made of a smoother, shinier material,
she asked, "Can I get you to crisscross your legs?"
Uh-oh. "Yes," he answered, unable to
keep reluctance from his tone.
Melony fed a bit of line to his thigh
and ran it up to his hip. He didn't miss the slight tremble in her
hand. Loving the telltale indication that his pleasuring had
affected her after all, he suppressed a smug grin.
"How does the bed feel?"
She slid the rope along the crevice
between his arm and ribs, higher to rub against the edge of his
armpit, then around the back of his neck and down the other side.
Its smooth, rich texture moved along his skin much like he imagined
her lips would feel if following the same path.
"Firm," he said, not wanting to talk
anymore. He needed her hands on him, needed relief.
She bent to tie the end of the russet
rope to the end of the brown, and her breasts spilled from the
shelf bra enough to free her nipples completely. The rosy areolas
puckered around fine, erect centers. Licking his lips, he longed to
feel them on his tongue.
When she finished the knot, she put a
hand on his chest and urged him to the mattress. "Cross your legs
with your knees pointed at the ceiling. Not too tight. I want you
comfortable."
He did as she instructed, aware every
bit of his package lay open to her scrutiny. It made him harder. He
couldn't remember ever having a hard-on for so long without being
inside a woman.
She ran the cord past his scrotum and
worked with it there, her knuckles brushing against his balls and
cock and making his eyes cross with pent up passion. If he didn't
come soon, he would implode.
Working quickly, she wrapped the rope
around his upper thigh, secured it to the opposite foot, then
repeated the lines on the other side. "Okay. Try that."
He flapped his knees and yelled out in
rapture as knots, resting on either side of the ridge running just
behind his testicles, rubbed their silken edges in heavenly
strokes. He couldn't take much more.
She draped a fresh towel across his
stomach and crawled onto the bed beside him. Whispering in his ear,
she breathed, "Do it again."
Squeezing his eyes shut, he moved his
knees slower, concentrating on the knots, and let go. Instant
relief washed over him as he shot his cum onto the terrycloth. As
he lay unmoving, part of him was grateful and impressed with her
knowledge, and part of him resented her. This seemed a mixture of
masturbation and something wholly unique to his experience. He
exhaled in frustration, not entirely accepting the
situation.
"Are you okay?" Her voice told him she
lay near, but she didn't touch him and he hated that.
Suddenly angry, he demanded, "Untie
me. I've had enough." The towel slid from his middle, and he turned
his head to look at her.
She didn't see him. She sat staring at
her hands folding the towel. An expression of sadness pulled at her
beautiful features. Her bottom lip quivered a moment before she
said, "I've been awful to you, but please give me a
chance."
He swallowed, afraid to say something
wrong.
She glanced at him. Surprise flashed
across her features a moment before she lowered her emotionless
mask. "It's just that…"
He gave her time to finish her
thought, and when she didn't, he said, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah. Okay. I'll give you a chance."
Though he couldn't understand why, considering his position. "I'm
actually pretty comfortable."
Her countenance lifted, although
sadness remained about her eyes. "It's a harness," she explained.
"The ropes are counterweighted, thigh to foot, foot to thigh. And
you can roll. You've got freedom of movement within the
position."
"So, what do you want to do? You want
me to roll?"
She smiled, a genuine one. "No, unless
you want to."
He shook his head. "I'm fine where I
am."
"Well then, I'd like to touch you. Is
that
"I'm fine."
"Let's get a little more comfortable,
shall we?" She indicated he should sit on the bed. Retrieving the
brown rope, a thinner cord made of a smoother, shinier material,
she asked, "Can I get you to crisscross your legs?"
Uh-oh. "Yes," he answered, unable to
keep reluctance from his tone.
Melony fed a bit of line to his thigh
and ran it up to his hip. He didn't miss the slight tremble in her
hand. Loving the telltale indication that his pleasuring had
affected her after all, he suppressed a smug grin.
"How does the bed feel?"
She slid the rope along the crevice
between his arm and ribs, higher to rub against the edge of his
armpit, then around the back of his neck and down the other side.
Its smooth, rich texture moved along his skin much like he imagined
her lips would feel if following the same path.
"Firm," he said, not wanting to talk
anymore. He needed her hands on him, needed relief.
She bent to tie the end of the russet
rope to the end of the brown, and her breasts spilled from the
shelf bra enough to free her nipples completely. The rosy areolas
puckered around fine, erect centers. Licking his lips, he longed to
feel them on his tongue.
When she finished the knot, she put a
hand on his chest and urged him to the mattress. "Cross your legs
with your knees pointed at the ceiling. Not too tight. I want you
comfortable."
He did as she instructed, aware every
bit of his package lay open to her scrutiny. It made him harder. He
couldn't remember ever having a hard-on for so long without being
inside a woman.
She ran the cord past his scrotum and
worked with it there, her knuckles brushing against his balls and
cock and making his eyes cross with pent up passion. If he didn't
come soon, he would implode.
Working quickly, she wrapped the rope
around his upper thigh, secured it to the opposite foot, then
repeated the lines on the other side. "Okay. Try that."
He flapped his knees and yelled out in
rapture as knots, resting on either side of the ridge running just
behind his testicles, rubbed their silken edges in heavenly
strokes. He couldn't take much more.
She draped a fresh towel across his
stomach and crawled onto the bed beside him. Whispering in his ear,
she breathed, "Do it again."
Squeezing his eyes shut, he moved his
knees slower, concentrating on the knots, and let go. Instant
relief washed over him as he shot his cum onto the terrycloth. As
he lay unmoving, part of him was grateful and impressed with her
knowledge, and part of him resented her. This seemed a mixture of
masturbation and something wholly unique to his experience. He
exhaled in frustration, not entirely accepting the
situation.
"Are you okay?" Her voice told him she
lay near, but she didn't touch him and he hated that.
Suddenly angry, he demanded, "Untie
me. I've had enough." The towel slid from his middle, and he turned
his head to look at her.
She didn't see him. She sat staring at
her hands folding the towel. An expression of sadness pulled at her
beautiful features. Her bottom lip quivered a moment before she
said, "I've been awful to you, but please give me a
chance."
He swallowed, afraid to say something
wrong.
She glanced at him. Surprise flashed
across her features a moment before she lowered her emotionless
mask. "It's just that…"
He gave her time to finish her
thought, and when she didn't, he said, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah. Okay. I'll give you a chance."
Though he couldn't understand why, considering his position. "I'm
actually pretty comfortable."
Her countenance lifted, although
sadness remained about her eyes. "It's a harness," she explained.
"The ropes are counterweighted, thigh to foot, foot to thigh. And
you can roll. You've got freedom of movement within the
position."
"So, what do you want to do? You want
me to roll?"
She smiled, a genuine one. "No, unless
you want to."
He shook his head. "I'm fine where I
am."
"Well then, I'd like to touch you. Is
that
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