The Party Gift - Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 5

... back and then tied it off securely. Deanna then stepped away, opened another drawer and pulled out two cloth napkins and used them to tie my ankles to the legs of the chair. Again, she took special care to make certain that I was comfortable; that nothing was too tight and making extra certain that I was okay with this much bondage. I assured her that I was and told her if she needed proof of just how okay with this I was, she need only look at the puddle of my hot nectar forming on the seat of the chair. This was SOOOO turning me on! She then hurried out of the kitchen and when she returned a couple of minutes later, she had put on her short black silk robe and was punching up something on her I-phone. She also had on a pair of stilettos! Docking her phone on a portable speaker/stereo system that was on the counter, the song “I Wanna Fuck You like an Animal” soon began playing through the speakers. Deanna Brady then showed me a side of herself that I and probably everyone else on Earth had never seen - the exotic lap dancer! Slipping off her black silk robe to reveal a skimpy red lace bra and matching thong that she’d also put on, Deanna spent the next thirty minutes giving me the kind of exotic lap dance that most men could only dream about. I was literally drooling! Both out of my mouth and my cunt. Is there no end to what this woman can do? The song was evidently on a selected playlist, so it was accompanied by a few other songs of a sexually explicit or intensely erotic ...

... nature. So, by the time the third track began, which happened to be Erotica by Madonna, Deanna was completely naked. Her body glistened with perspiration, her hair was damp and her skin was flushed a shade of light crimson. Her thong was now shoved in my mouth and her lace bra was draped around my neck. Straddling my lap and thrusting her heated, sweaty breasts and throbbing nipples in my face, Deanna slid her hand down between our bodies and burrowed it between my legs to my aching and soggy pussy. As her body swayed with the rhythm of the music, so did her talented fingers find their forbidden rhythm on my gorging clit. Slowly at first, but ever increasing her speed of stimulation on me with the tips of her fingers, Deanna watched as my eyes rolled back in my head while my body began tremoring violently against my restraints as the orgasmic pressure rose up within me. Rubbing and grinding her own pussy against my sweaty leg, Deanna increased her overall intensity. There was an intoxicatingly musky aroma of sex hanging heavy in the air like a thick humidity on a hot July day. Feverishly teasing my clit with her fingers, Deanna bit down on her panties in my mouth and yanked them out, hence allowing my deep gasps and sensual moans to escape my body. She spit the panties out of her mouth and then crushed it to mine; deeply and savagely devouring it. With her fingernails speared into the skin of my shoulders, Deanna held my writhing body as tightly as she could as the orgasmic ...