You feel me moving on up your body, licking and kissing as I go until I reach your chin and then your mouth. Your vision is now filled with the leather encased head of your lover, who leans over you for a passionate kiss. The leather encircling his mouth feels odd as always, but the image is very arousing.
Then you feel my cock at the entrance to your sopping wet cunt. Even though it’s engorged by the cock ring around the base of my balls, it feels nothing like the size of the black ones you have been enjoying with your black lovers recently. Still it feels pleasant enough, and together with the kisses and my hands around your throat, it sends delicious sensations coursing through your body.
Indeed, you feel yourself becoming aroused again as another pleasant orgasm washes over you. This is where you’d love to roll over on top of me, and ride me hard, but you can’t. Damn!
All too soon though, you feel me pulling out of you. You want to hold me inside you, make me cum. But tied down as you are, you can’t.
“Why are you pulling out?”
“Because I don’t want to cum just yet. More delicious treats in store for you. We’re not done by a long way.”
I roll off you and stand by the bed, looking down at you. You look amazing. Utterly fuckable, and the way you are licking your lips and looking up at me, clearly ready for more.
“Enjoying yourself yet?” I ask with a grin on my face.
“Somewhat. Better than I thought actually. Especially when I think that this is all about you pleasing your Mistress.”
The DVD has ended. So now I go over and put the next one in. This one is also interracial, but with a strong bondage theme as a twist.
I come back to the bed and feed us both more champagne, which tastes so refreshing. I am sitting next to you, caressing you with my free hand, teasing your nipples, then running it over your so creamy cunt between your widespread legs, feeling you shudder a little as I do. We sit this way for a while sharing a glass of champagne and chatting about the first video and what the black guys were doing with the slutwives. Me telling you how much I want to see you doing that.
Fifteen or twenty minutes pass in this way. We’re coming down off our first sexual high, but our conversation is keeping us aroused, as is the content of the second video where the submissive husband is being made to suck the cocks of his wife’s black lovers.
“You want to do that, don’t you? You’d like to feel a big black cock in your throat, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes I would, Mistress.”
“I’d like to see that, as well. We will have to see what can be arranged.”
Now I walk over to my chest of drawers and pull out what looks to be a piece of black silk and bring it back to the bed. I lean over you, and open it up. You realize that it is a blindfold, which I very quickly slip onto your head and over your eyes.
“Hey this was not part of the agreement.”
“No, I have to admit, this is a little surprise, but for the next little while I think that everything you experience should be channelled through feel and touch and hearing.”
Now you can’t see anything. All you can hear is me moving around the room. Time seems to drag all of a sudden.
“What is he doing?” you wonder.
Then I come back to the bed, sitting next to you, and start to caress and kiss you in all the places that I know excite you. I see you moving around in your leather bondage. Not struggling, but twisting and shuddering as little spasms of pleasure rocket through your senses, made even more intense by the fact that you can’t see, can’t anticipate where my lips and fingers will land next.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Mmmmm, I am”
“Even though you are tied down and can’t see a thing?”
“Mmmmm, it makes the pleasure even more intense.”
Then you hear the buzzing. You know immediately that it’s a vibrator, and it is starting to play over your cunt lips, lingering, as it moves to and fro. Then it slips between your lips and starts to move up and down inside your cunt. That feels so good!
Then a deeper buzzing gets added in, and you feel something large and bulbous pressing against your cunt. Now the first one has slid all the way up inside your very creamy pussy. It’s not small, that’s for sure. And the second one continues to vibrate against your cunt.
This is new. Two vibrators at one time. And they feel so good. A first orgasm hits you almost immediately. Then another.
I don’t have to ask. I know that you are now thoroughly enjoying yourself. As for yourself, you are starting to enjoy this new experience; the feeling of being totally stretched out, vulnerable, unable to do anything but enjoy the experience. Now your mind does start to contemplate how good this might feel like if there were four good looking black guys making this happen. Four pairs of hands caressing you, four mouths kissing you, four big black cocks adding to the pleasure.
You feel me get up off the bed, but the vibrators keep running, even though I’m now caressing your breasts with my hands, a little more roughly than before, pinching your nipples that send little jolts of electricity running through your breasts.
Through the pleasant fog of your orgasms, you realize that I must have found a way to wedge the vibrators in place, so that my hands are freed up for other things. They move away from your breasts and you feel them encircling your throat, squeezing gently, adding to your arousal.
Your excitement grows, and your orgasms keep cumming. You’ve lost count of how many so far tonight. I’m kissing you, and you are kissing me back passionately.
“Enjoying yourself now?” I ask.
You wish you could see me. See my hood, try to look into my eyes. But you can’t. All you know is what you can feel and hear.
“Oh it feels so good, so good,” you murmur, “even better than a big black cock.”
“Is that possible? Surely not better than three or four though? Next time we do this, maybe three or four black guys instead of the vibrators?
A thought strikes you and you giggle. “Does it have to be either — or? How about the three or four black guys and the vibrators?”
“Greedy slut. How long do you think you could last with all of that stimulation going on at one time?”
“How long would they have? An evening? Maybe the weekend with an occasional break for food and sleep. I don’t know. But a good long time for sure.”
The pleasure from the vibrators is almost becoming overwhelming now. Your mind is full of thoughts of you in the middle of three or four black guys, their cocks filling your cunt, your mouth and your hands. The erotic images and sensations are mind-blowing.
The orgasms are almost continuous now, total sensory overload. In a brief moment of lucidity you wonder whether you are going so far down this path, that there will be no way back, that this experience will take you over, turn you into the sex-crazed slut you have always dreamed of being, yet feared you might become.
You are right on the verge of saying, “enough,” when you feel me shift from your side and lever myself on top of you, knees on the bed either side of your head, above your shoulders, leaning down and kissing you again and again, tongue deep in your mouth. Stopping you from even talking.