The Chair

"You said you wanted me to be more unpredictable" she said with a laugh as she stripped him of his clothing and laughed.

She pushed him into a study wooden kitchen chair sitting in the middle of the room. She used a long satin sash to bind his hands together and then to the chair. She tied his legs tightly to the chair as well. He studied her with an approving grin, wondering what she would do next.

She pulled out a blindfold and tied it around his head, making sure that he couldn't see a thing. She kissed him deeply, flicking her tongue over his lips with a seductive flair.

He smiled and closed his eyes and concentrated on her soft, succulent lips and her tongue as it made his lips tingle. He breathed deeply and found himself breathless as she kissed him even deeper, sitting her gorgeous naked frame on his lap. Her slim, but powerful legs straddled him, and her soft skin against his own made his hair stand up on end. He could hear her heartbeat begin to quicken as they kissed.

The blindfold was working well, he couldn't see a thing, but a sharp sting and slap sound startled him, he felt his chest warm. She kissed him deeper yet, and another slap resounded in his ears, his thigh burned, but it felt amazing. With every snap of what he imagined to be a riding crop, he wanted her so much more, the was becoming overwhelming and he let out a whimper.

She ceased her and got up from his lap, caressing his penis with a hand as she stood up.

He could smell her skin still so near to him, he wanted her so badly. He started to struggle against the ties on his hands, but she had bound him well.

She stood over him for a minute or two and then plunged him deeply into her as she straddled him once again. He gasped as he felt her tight muscles suddenly envelope him with an amazing, warm and wet strength. As she started to slowly and very deeply ride him, he could smell the sweet musk of her juices as they dripped all over him. He couldn't see her, but imagined to himself how hot she must look as she was torturing him. He leaned his head back and moaned and just concentrated on how amazing she felt, how her skin smelled like a sexy, hot summer day.

She stopped and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply and swirled her tongue gracefully around his own.

She gasped as she suddenly realized that he had discretely freed himself from his bonds and

he stood up from the chair, wrapping those divine legs around him he pressed her against the door way and took her so deeply that he could hardly breathe, he buried himself deeper and deeper into her and she gasped in pleasure and moaned his name between breathless gasps.

He exploded and kept deeply pumping until she screamed she couldn't take anymore, until she cried for mercy. He kissed her deeply as he carried her to the chair and sat once again. His knees were weak and he smiled, a satisfied man.