5 finding life`s partner - Sex Stories

5 finding life`s partner

... standing on the rack-bed her hands flat braced on the low roof, her sex, level with his forehead, open legged to allow him the access he desired. He began to examine her sex closely; closer than even her doctor, she felt his warm breath on her cool clitoris, his tongue with a touch like a butterfly slid slowly up her left lip, then her right, it slid onto her clit now wet with precum, then flicked at the open passage. She stood trying to control her churning feelings, her bladder bursting, her desire to pass water becoming urgent, the two pints of juice had seen to that, balanced against her desire to climax, it was a sexually ecstatic feeling, as his tongue beat a tattoo on her clit. Now, her climax rapidly building, she could no longer hold her water. Release a small spurt, her tortured mind told her it will ease things, she did just that, things became a hundred times worse, her bladder now screaming messages to her brain, don’t stop me now it said, with a strangled scream she released her stream. Tim`s tongue never missed a beat on her clit, despite the hot waterfall splashing at his mouth and chin, running down his chest, hot on his manhood , finally splashing away to the floor. Abruptly the stream ceased though his tongue never stopped, her climax striking her like a sledge hammer, her legs turning to rubber as she crumpled into his arms exhausted. He laid her tenderly on the flat top of the rack, her body like a limp rag, her mind in limbo, not wanting to function, ...

... his for the taking. He attached the ropes to wrists and ankles spinning the winders till the slack had gone. The ratchets clicking as the capstan revolved, she was tight on the ropes now, spread unable to move as she realised her predicament she returned to full consciousness. He kissed her, reassuring her he would not go too far, then adding another click to each capstan, she was now uncomfortable her arms and legs tight to touch, her mind remembering how her husband had stretched her here then taken his whip to her taught skin delighting in her pain all those years ago. He climbed onto the rack bed his turgid errection huge, menacing, His bladder in need of relief; he knelt between her legs, placing the tip of the appendage between her sex lips, there was a long moments wait, for her a lifetime, as he f***ed his bladder to begin to empty, she felt each drop each spurt, each spray, her body filling, swelling bloating as his hot waters filled her. He pressed forward, his prick like a piston forcing the water into her under pressure, as he began to stroke at her, his water forcing past him on either side of his stiffness, his speed increasing till with a groan he came, huge gouts of his spend splashing into her womb adding to her both her discomfort and her joy. He removed his body from hers, like a cork from a bottle of pop, her first rush of pressurised contents spurting from her. Releasing her bonds and helping her to her feet, his piss still emptying down her legs, she clung ...