Tony was aware of her climaxes, since each one made her tunnel muscles spasm, while the innermost area of that same tunnel dilated, almost begging his cock to ejaculate and plant his seeds there. He’d expected to cum quickly, because he’d been anticipating fucking Nan since they’d parted the night before. But feeling how responsive she was when restrained like this amazed and distracted him a little, so he lasted longer than he’d imagined. And Nan reaped the benefit of their prolonged coupling, subconsciously thrilled at his stamina, and slipping more and more into a state of delicious submission each time his pelvis slapped against her ass and his balls swung forward to smack against the area near her clit.
Finally, with a grunt of triumph, Tony tilted over his own peak and started cumming. Spurt after spurt of his hot seed splashed into Nan’s honey pot, coating her inner walls with his sticky gift. He’d been told by her last night that he needed no condom, so he enjoyed the sensation of skin against skin as he climaxed. He stayed planted inside her until his cock began to relax. Then he pulled out and left her tied as she was as he made some adjustments to her pose. He slid his arm beneath her, across her shoulders and lifted her enough to place a pillow under her breasts. Her head was dangling now, but he slid onto the seat cushion, and rested her head in his lap, her cheek against his hot and admittedly sweaty thigh. She sighed with happiness, inhaling the rich mixture emanating from his cock — a mixture of her cum juices and his semen.
After they’d rested a while, she murmured, “May I please have your cock in my mouth, Sir?”
He didn’t reply, but he shifted enough that she could turn her head, lower her lips, and suck his now limp cock into her warm, receptive mouth. She almost purred as she sucked at their combined fluids. Sucked, swallowed and cleaned. Her mouth became so eager that his cock came back to life. He looked at the clock, gauging the time. “Thank you, my little wanton whore,” he said. “But now we must have some lunch before round 2.”
Nan’s pussy twitched with eagerness at the thought of more of this. It twitched even harder when he stated, “After all, you have another hole that I’ve not used yet.” He was promising anal sex now! And she knew he was a man who kept his promises!
Both naked now, they went into his kitchen and sat on stools next to an island where they ate what could be called a ‘light repast’ and drank fresh lemonade to quench their thirst and replenish their body fluids. Nan too had sweated heavily from trying to dump the body heat generated by her convulsing muscles each time she came. They then showered together, thoroughly enjoying soaping each other up. After they were dried off, Tony told her to bend over. As she did so, he drizzled a little oil into her ass crack and used a finger to press some into her butt hole. As he slid his lubed finger deeper and deeper into her rear tunnel, he stated, “You offered me this hole, girl. So it’d better be clean.”
“Yes, Sir. It is. I cleansed it thoroughly this morning,” she asserted, trying to relax her sphincter for him. His finger came out clean.
“Good girl,” he praised, and left Nan to her own devices in the bathroom so she could dry her hair and maybe pee, if necessary. He told her to call out when she was ready, but not to take more than twenty minutes.
After fifteen minutes, she opened the bathroom door and announced, “I’m ready, Sir.”
He appeared in moments and said, “Hold out your wrists.” As she did so, her eyes dilated in surprise as he used handcuffs to secure her wrists. As she was gawking at the shiny steel, he grabbed her elbow and said, “Come along, my willing fucktoy.” He led her toward the living room again.
When they entered the room, Nan was immediately aware of a change. The low table that had held the snacks had been transformed. The snacks had been removed, along with the snowy white tablecloth. Apparently, the tablecloth had covered a large flat board which had also been removed. Because now each end of the ‘table’ was revealed to be a low sawhorse. Between the sawhorses was a narrower padded plank. Tony led her to one end and said, “Stretch out along that plank face down. If you place your chin near the far end, your feet should end up on the padding at this end.”
It was a little awkward climbing onto the plank while wearing handcuffs, but Tony was at her side the whole time, helping her get into position. Once she was comfortably placed, he moved down to her feet and picked up a fairly long piece of rope. He tied her ankles together in what was called a ‘double column’ tie (which she saw later). Then he ran ropes from that ankle tie to each of the legs of the sawhorse near her feet, immobilizing them on the plank.
Removing the handcuffs, Tony took a piece of rope and performed a ‘single column’ tie to Nan’s right wrist, as she rose up a little and watched, fascinated. She had to settle her torso back down onto the plank as he stretched out her arm to tie the wrist rope to the right front leg of the sawhorse. Tony repeated the tying procedure with Nan’s left wrist and the result was that she was restrained on the top of the plank with her body in sort of a Y formation. For a little comfort, he placed a small pillow under her head so she could turn her head to either side and rest a cheek on it, or look straight ahead by resting her chin on it.
The plank was low enough, and narrow enough that Tony could swing a leg over and straddle her body. With his balls resting warmly on the peak of her buttocks, he leaned over a little and began massaging her back. He kneaded her shoulder-blades, her shoulders, and her neck, working unhurriedly, but watching the clock to stay aware of the time. She was sighing and purring blissfully from these unexpected attentions. He shifted his body lower, until his balls touched the ropes binding her ankles, and proceeded to massage her calves and thighs. He’d advanced upward enough to begin kneading her buttocks when the doorbell rang.
Nan groaned at the interruption of the magical mood that his hands had created. “Surely he’s not going to bother to answer the door,” she said to herself dreamily. But Tony had stopped straddling her. A little more alert now, she thought, “Surely he’s not going to actually answer the door now.” She propped her chin on the pillow, and had a clear view of the front door in side view. Tony started moving toward the door. On full alert now, Nan thought frantically, “Surely he’s not going to answer his front door NAKED!”
But that is what he did — not peering around its edge by cracking it open at a slight angle, but pulling it fully open, smiling and saying, “Right on time! Come in, come in!” and making a welcoming gesture with his hands. Tied as she was, Nan couldn’t move to scramble off the plank, or even cover her nudity. She could only watch with a laser-like focus, her cheeks starting to redden as she waited to see who he was inviting in. And in walked… Nicole… followed by Jessica! Her two dear friends! Friends who’d never seen her like this! Mortified, she wished she could make herself invisible.