Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/spread.txt

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                    SPREAD-EAGLE

     You take my hand and lead me across the large, dimly-lit, unfamiliar
apartment into an even darker room. I can barely distinguish the outlines
of a brass bed in the corner. You push a switch and the room fills with
a soft, warm light. We walk toward the bed. I take off my over-sized black
T-shirt, and I am naked underneath except for the gold chain around my neck.
     You gently push me onto the bed, tie a silk scarf around my left
wrist, and tie the scarf to the bed-post. You move over me on the bed and
tie up my right wrist. You kiss me gently on the lips and stroke my hair for
a while. Then you move down and tie my ankles to the two posts at the foot
of the bed. I am filled with a strange mixture of feelings: expectancy,
helplessness, tension, fear, and surging, overflowing desire. I turn
my head toward the wall, close my eyes, and lightly bite my lower lip.
                              ***
     I tie your right ankle to a bed post. The silk scarf gently brushes
against your silky flesh. And I can feel uncontrollable desire rising
within me. I then tie your left ankle. I bend down and softly kiss your
foot. Inside the arch at first, then I let my tongue slide between your
toes. Back and forth.  You begin to strain against the scarves. A gasp. I
move upward along your leg, dropping kisses as I go along. It's an
interminable journey that ends up where your wonderful, smooth... But not
yet. I lick your clitoris once, ever so furtively.  And move on.
     Your breasts. Firm, perfect half-spheres. Your nipples. Very, very
hard. I gently kiss one, then the other. I lean on you, pin you down as
you lie naked, defenseless, spread-eagled. I suck on your nipple. You
turn toward me. Then toward the wall. Then back. A giggle. A sigh. A gasp.
I suck, lick, kiss, then ... lightly ... bite just once. You shriek. But
your wet lips and misty eyes tell me you want me, just as much as I want
you. I start licking you. Just one long, long lick. From your nipple ...
to your arm pit ... along your arm ... the palm of your hand (You're in
mine. I love it.) ... I suck your fingers one by one. You tug and strain.
The old brass bed won't let go. You smell of desire.
                       ***
     I am made of desire. It is as if everything else has disappeared.
I want you, I keep wanting more of you. I keep wanting more of everything
you do, but you move on. You leave me up there, on the edge of a scream.
I want to hold on to you, to guide your hands, your mouth, but I am helpless.
I strain against the scarves, and thrust my hips forward. You pin me back down.
I feel your finger between my labia, gently stroking while your mouth slides
up my belly. You kiss my breasts, and give my left nipple another gentle
bite. I want to scream but you won't let me do even that. You cover my mouth
with your lips. My scream becomes a long, helpless moan.
     I slide my tongue into your mouth, our tongues meet for a moment, then
you pull away from my lips. I beg you with my eyes. "Please don't," I whisper,
"please, I want to kiss you." But you won't listen. I close my eyes again.
Your finger is joined by your thumb. You stroke my vulva rhythmically, giving
my clit an occasional gentle squeeze. I begin to move my hips to your
rhythm... I am ready to explode.  Then, suddenly, you are gone. I open my
eyes and search for you among the shadows. You are leaning against the
farther wall, your arms crossed, watching me with a not-so-gentle smile
on your lips. I writhe madly. I can't bear the helplessness anymore. I
beg you with all my might to come back to me. But to no avail.
                                 ***
     I leave you to your misery and go to the kitchen. I come back with an
ice cube and show it to you. You start writhing with anticipation. You beg me
not to. I hold the ice cube with the tip of my fingers, just above your
smooth, velvety pussy. As it melts slowly, I watch a drop form underneath,
then fall. You gasp. It runs down your lips and disappears among your
luscious folds. What I would give to be a drop of water now. Another one
forms, hesitates a while, then takes a plunge. I move the ice cube around,
taking special notice of your most sensitive spots. Then I lower it and
touch your mons. I play with you a while, then glide it up, into your belly
button and out again. You shriek and squirm. I move the ice around your
nipples. You try to move, but you cannot. I put the ice in my mouth, then
take it out and start eating you. Cold. Wet. I love eating you. I love it.
      I slide up towards you and without warning enter you. Ohhhhh. I bend
down and start licking your nipples, playfully torturing them as I thrust
in and out. First slowly, deeply, as you like it best. Then I speed up. You
start wriggling madly. "Stop!" you gasp, "you are driving me crazy!" I
slow down, but in my own time. I kiss your smooth arm pits, kiss your neck,
suck on your ear lobes, tongue your ears. I pass my fingers through your
hair, grab your head and start smothering you with kisses. As I thrust
deeper, you start moaning. I can see your hands straining against the scarves,
you are slowly tensing up. But I do not want you to come yet. I stop, smile
at you -- no, no, a very gentle smile this time, loving, adoring, but
playful -- and slowly pull out. You loose control and scream for me to stay.
Too late... I'm out.
                                ***
     I beg you in every language I know to let me come. "No," you
say. "I'm afraid that is not possible right now. But you are allowed to
make another wish and who knows, it might be granted." How can I wish for
anything else when I am so consumed with the need to end this torture!?
But then I realize that there are two needs, not one. I need to come, but
independently, I want you close, I want to feel you inside me. "O.K.," I
say. "Let me eat you, then."
     You look into my eyes, searchingly, for a moment; then you nod. I'm
happy, but I wish I had my hands free to play with myself while I eat
you.  I know it is out of the question, so I don't even ask you to untie
my hands (At least one? No, I don't think so). You kneel over my head
and pass your feet under my outstretched arms.  Then you lower yourself
over my face and slide your cock into my mouth. This is a brand new
sensation for me; I am so used to being in control while I eat you...
Now I can't even move -- I am totally at your mercy. I feel more
helpless and vulnerable than I have ever felt before. You slightly lift
my head with one hand while holding on to the bed-post with the other
and move slowly at first. I feel your hardness inside my mouth...  I
can smell you... it drives me mad! I squirm helplessly for a while,
then my hips fall into rhythm with your slow thrusting. But I need more
-- I need to be touched, to be helped... I moan. I open my eyes for a
moment and look up at you. What I see turns me on even more than I
already was (I had thought that was impossible). I would give anything
to be allowed to come right now. Suddenly, your rhythm changes.  You
begin to move faster, to thrust deeper into my mouth.
                                ***
     I hold your head and slide in and out of your mouth. I peek at
your outstretched body. Very, very naked. Very, very taut. Your wrists
fastened to the bedposts, your hands in helpless fists. Your ankles tied
to the bedposts, stretching the scarves. Your hips imperceptibly arching,
heaving, your bare pussy swollen and beckoning. I catch you looking at
me. This will not do. I reach for another scarf and gently blindfold you.
You want to protest, but with me in your mouth, you can only moan. I
continue to thrust in and out. Your tongue... your tongue... How do you
do that..? I am losing control. Shall I come? Not yet. I slow down. You
want to keep moving, but I don't let you.
     The time is approaching. I slide out of you and move back, all the
way to the edge of the bed. I stare at you. Your mouth half open, wet,
glistening. Your chest heaving up and down. Your hips trying so desperately
to move... and so unsuccessfully. I caress your legs, brush against your
pussy (you are so wet!), cup your breasts (they are so hard!). You moan.
The time is here. I love you. I want you. Now.
                               ***
     I squirm and writhe desperately while I try to figure out what is to
happen to me next You have moved away, I can't see you. I cannot take this
anymore.  I want you inside me. Now. You pull off my blindfold. You are on
top of me once again. Our lips meet. I have an uncontrollable urge to wrap
myself around you...my arms around your neck, my legs around your waist...
But I can't. I writhe and press my pelvis against you, instead. You slide
inside me in one smooth easy thrust. For a moment, I feel myself forced
open...you are so hard and so thick... We continue to kiss passionately as
you thrust inside me. Your rhythm quickens. I feel a wet warmth start up
around my pelvis and slowly envelope my whole body. I feel like a stretched
bow, ready to snap. You raise yourself on your hands, thrusting deeper and
harder.  I can feel the tension building up inside you, your eyes closed,
your head thrown back.
     A scream escapes my mouth with the first convulsion, and is muffled as
you gently press your hand over my mouth. I hang there for a few seconds,
in sheer torment, unable to move as my instincts urge me to, and then the
rest of the orgasm comes, so violently that I can feel tears running down
my eyes. You tense up, let out a long moan as you come. I respond to every
move you make inside me with yet another convulsion. How long does it take?
I really don't know but by the end, I am almost unconscious. You lower your
body over mine, breathless. We stay like that for a while, again, I have no
idea how long.  Then, you get up and untie me. As I curl up in your arms,
in a swoon, I am already more than half way into planning my revenge.