Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/U/UPSTAIRS.2

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Part 2 of 3 , adult story, contains bondage.
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(c)Rajah Doger



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Subject :Upstairs, a story (cont.)

    She asked me to turn around, so I did so, facing the bench and
wall as she draged my shorts down, my penis spring free to smack
audibly against my belly.  I felt her hands move down my legs, and
then a clicking sound.  I looked down to realize that she had just
fastened a set of fur-lined cuffs around my ankles and snapped them
to the bottom legs of the bench.  She pushed me forward, and as I
fell she grabbed one arm, then the other, fastening them similarly
to the other end.  I began to appreciate the design of the bench
in a different light now.  The seat of the bench ran from just
below my neck to just above my waist, then the bench legs went out
at an angle, leaving me open to the air from the belly button to
mid-thigh.  I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could still
smell her private aroma, and that maintained my flagging erection.

    She slid a footstool beneath my chin, lifting my head so I could
see the slit in her panties and smell the juices that were already
gathered there.  As she slid forward, I stretched my tongue out to
meet her, finding her hot and wet inside.  She gripped my head as
I kissed and licked, and ran trails with her nails around my ears,
the back of my neck, my armpits, each nail leaving a trace I could
feel as clearly as reading a map.  I felt something toying with the
head of my penis -- she had stretched her legs and gripped me with
her toes.  Now she pulled slightly away from my face, and I had to
stretch my head and tongue to reach her, as she braced her hands on
my shoulders and began working me with her feet.  I could not hold
off, but as I began to shoot I felt her begin her own spasms around
my tongue.

    She bent her knee, bringing one foot onto the stool, her toes
between my face and her pussy.  "Suck," she commanded, and despite
some misgivings I did, mingling the acrid taste of my own fluid with
the heavy smell of her juices.  She buried my face inside her pussy
again, and I licked and nibbled until she was satisfied.  She arose,
moving to my nether end, and I heard a buzzing sound, then felt a
vibrator moving over my thighs, between my legs, between my cheeks.
She parted my cheeks and I felt her finger work its way into the
opening there, moving in and out until I relaxed.  Then her finger
was replaced by something thicker that went in until my muscles
clamped around a narrow portion.  She ran the vibrator over the end
of the plug, and the sensation was so intense, that to my surprise
I found myself becoming erect again.

    She unhooked the cuffs from the bench, and helped me to stand
erect, taking me in a full body kiss, tongues fighting for space,
then sliding slowly down my body to taste and tease my nipples as
I cupped and squeezed her full breasts.  Each move I made caused the
plug to wiggle, making my erection bob and jerk against her.  "Poor
baby, we've been neglecting you," she said, and sank to her knees
to engulf me in the moist cavern of her mouth.  I closed my eyes and
stroked her fine hair as her tongue and lips worked their magic on
me, all the while her fingers were pinching, caressing and stroking
my thighs, cheeks, genitals.  My breath was coming ragged as she
held me on the edge of erupting.

    She pulled away, holding me in her hand as she led me to a
curtained wall, then drew the curtain aside to reveal a large metal
frame with D-rings at the corners.  She backed me up and attached
my feet to the corners, spreading my legs to do so, then kissed and
licked her way up my body, finally lifting my arms and hooking their
cuffs to the top corners of the frame.  By now she was riding on top
of me, rubbing her labia around my aching member, her breasts hot
against my chest.

    She moved her head down to kiss and worry my nipple, then made
me gasp as she clipped something to it.  She repeated the treatment
on my other nipple, then slid down and wrapped her breasts around
my erection, bring it up harder (if possible).  Now she attached
some sort of clamp to the skin just below the head, with a weight
attached to the clamp.  The weight magnified every movement I make.
As she stepped away from the frame, my attention wavered between the
growing pain at my nipples, the constant reminder of the anal plug,
and the self-jerking action of my cock.  Her face was radiant as she
watched me quiver.

    She asked me, "What would you like first?," but I could not
give her an answer.  Remove the clips?  Take me into her mouth?
Unhook my arms?  She chuckled at my indecision, then went to the
side of the frame, unhooked a bar, and swung the frame out, now
perpendicular to the wall.  "You'll like this, I think" she said,
scraping her nails up my ass cheeks, wiggling the plug to draw a
low moan from me.  She took the weight and fastened it to the anal
plug, so every motion I made was now reflected.

(continued)

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