The headboard

Tammy grabbed John's hands and secured them to the headboard with some form of restraint. "It would be bad for you to go touching the merchandise", she said softly.

A hand caressed his erect shaft, squeezing his balls. Again warm thighs straddled him, and two soft tits rested against his chest as lips were pressed gently against his. "Blindfolded and helpless, you could be fucking anyone..." Tammy said slyly.

The woman on top of him ground her clit along the shaft of his dick, and he could feel her heat and wetness.

"It could be that cute new secretary at work, one of my girlfriends I've decided to share you with, or even one of my sisters...", she cooed.

The thoughts running through his head were intoxicating. He liked not knowing. The woman riding him rhythmically moved her hips, causing his cock to slip and the head to enter her. She was warm, wet, and inviting. She teased him by continuing to fuck only the head of his cock. Her soft lips planting demure kisses on his neck.

Her pace changed, and she began fucking in long slow strokes. He could feel her back arching with each rhythm. As she changed, so did her kisses. She began flicking his mouth with her tongue, like a kitten lapping warm milk. She had become an animal.

"She likes using you", Tammy said with a smile he could hear on her voice. "You are her plaything, a living sex toy"

She began slamming her pussy onto his rigid member, and instead of kisses he was given a facefull of tits. He began licking and sucking her nipples.

The pussy clenched as the woman entered orgasm, his cock was about to explode.