Rachel’s turn

Rachel undoes the handcuffs. We switch spots. Her long thin body stretches down the bed. She holds her hands above her head to me handcuff. I cuff her to the bed, and then kiss her before I slip the blindfold on.

I grab the nipple clamps. I mess with them figuring out how they work. Once I’m confident, I climb onto the bed and straddle Rachel’s sexy fit body. I cup her saggy breast, feeling the soft fat in my finger. I put the clamp of her flesh colored nipple.

Rachel gasped sharply, “Oh shit! You could have warned me.”

I squeeze her other enormous tit, and say, “I’m about to put on the other.” Before I do, I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth. She moans in pleasure. I give her nipple a bite before I put the clamp on. I step back, and look at her. Her long pale legs, the narrow hips, the rib cage showing through her skin, and the massive sagging tits.

I look down at my cock. It’s lost its hardness, and droops down. I look around. Where is that big black dildo. I look under the blankets and then back in the luggage. I can’t find it or the butt plug.

From the bed, Rachel asks, “Lookin’ for something?”

I walk up to her. My fingers graze up her thighs. “Where did you hide them?”

She giggles, “Hide what? I’m just waiting here waiting to be pleasured.”

Fuck. I look in the drawer of the bedside table. Nothing. Where the hell did she hide them? I get on my knees and look under the bed.

Rachel laughs at my frustration, “If you can’t get hard again, you can always use your tongue and fingers to please me. I’m always a fan of oral.”

I glance at her fuzz covered pussy. That is definitely at option. I say, “I could do that. Or I could punish you for not playing fair.”