44 Fantasy meets reality - Sex Stories

44 Fantasy meets reality

... taking shots as things progressed telling me “she was now mine to enjoy in any way that took my fancy. But I was not to let her come yet or if I did I was to fetch her to the brink again quickly.” Wow what a challenge to an old codger like me. He smiled as he gave me a box, it containing to my pleasure few small vacuum bulbs some pegs and a soft whip of flat leather strips. They had obviously selected these from their playthings as I glimpsed all manner of sex toys in that cupboard as he closed the door. “Today you are her master, you have time to get her ready then you are going to get my wish if she is really horny, if not you just get to screw her, and it`s her decision, do you understand?” Oh yes I understood alright, my god did I understand. I began with the little vacuum suckers, one on each of her delightful nipples, naturally I needed to suckle the nipples first just too wet the surface, wonderful. Next like sweet and sour a peg on either breast to balance the process, she gave a little moan wether of pleasure or pain I had neither the knowledge or in truth the care, I was in the zone she was mine. For this short time she was my possession, a beautiful consenting body to use and gently abuse as I had ever dreamed and fantasized. I slid my hand down her body gently caressing and slithering across the soft skin pliant and tender. My fingers slid into the slot of life, gently opening her like a wet butterfly pealing back the labia to reveal that button of womanhood that ...

... means so much, a suction cup caressed the nub, sucking the thing to errection, she moaned again and I whispered “you know what`s next don’t you.” Another moan as she nodded her head, a peg slid into place the camera clicking away, a moan, louder this time a second peg and a wimper as the teeth gripped the tender flesh. I had to step back, perhaps to give her just a moment, and allow her to savour the pain and the pleasure of the attachments and the whipping she knew would follow, perhaps to allow my beating heart time to catch up or perhaps just to gloat. I picked up the soft whip her hood having no mouthpiece only the glitter of her eyes told me she knew and wanted to feel the strokes of its thongs. Slowly I began to apply the whip to her magnificent body, surprising her by starting at her calves, short stinging strokes that hardly coloured the skin, just tenderised the nerve endings, me, her and that whip getting to know one another, there was nothing more in the world, No cares, no woes, no wife, no Tom, just lust and this wonderful woman receiving the strokes as if being lovingly caressed. My old dick was leaking precum like a fountain such as I thought it had forgotten how to do. Each stroke just a fraction stronger than before, each lovingly applied, my tribute to this wonderful woman who was allowing me this privilege to live my life long fantasy. Not since my teens had I wielded a whip in such a way, it was so fantastic to feel this power if only the once again. The ...