The Gift - Part 1

“That ought to do it, darlin’,” Rich breathes along your neck before gently nipping your ear lobe, dragging his teeth on your fine hoop earring as he pulls away from you.  His hands checking the knot on your bindings, your wrists becoming slightly tighter bound.

He circles around in front of you, his eyes run over your body as an appreciatory twinkle shines in them.  You take the final opportunity to check your attire, the black lace bustier enhancing your curves, pushing your ample mounds up proudly, barely staying in the confinement.  The matching thong barely covers your mound and your feet are adorned with your man’s favourite pair of strappy red high heels.

You glance down to your partner in crime, admiring the growing bulge in his pants.

“Next time my dear, next time it’ll be your turn” You assure him, gently kissing him on the cheek. 

“I promise.”

“And I can’t wait darlin’” he growls as he pushes his growing erection into you.

“Ready for the blindfold now?  He should be back here any minute now.”

You nod your consent, and within moments your vision is masked by a decadently soft blindfold.

You feel his gentle fingers trail over your breasts, before pinning a note to your bust.  Retreating, he places your bag on the table beside you before making for the door.

“Remember, I’m more than willing to come and help you cum too, tonight if you want me,” he growls before closing the door behind him.

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You listen to the silence of the room around you; each second that passes causes your anticipation to rise.  Your pussy to drip.

It is only minutes before the man you are waiting for returns to his room, you hear him rustling outside the door, struggling with the door access.  You hear his tipsy laugh singing through the corridor as he bids farewell to his other ‘brothers’ before he finally opens the door.  You hear him pause in the entrance.  He didn’t know you were flying out this week, you hear him draw in a slight breath as your feel his eyes burn across your skin.

“Well what do we have here?” his cocky voice rings in your ears.

His footsteps begin towards you, his fingers tugging the note from your lacy bosom.

An end of tour present, her toys are in the bag if you want to play with her.

Treat her right.

The note flutters to the floor, and your mouth is soon attacked by his.  His tongue begins dancing with yours, the taste of whiskey does nothing but enhance the flavour that is purely delicious, purely sinful, purely Jon.  His fingers dance over the lace of your bustier, before his fingers curl around the fabric of your thong testing your arousal.

“My, my.  What a naughty girl you are, you are so wet and I haven’t even started with you yet.”

You groan the feeling of his now slick fingers over your swollen flesh feels divine and you can’t wait to see how he will play this game.  His finger runs gently over your clit before he removes his hand from your heat, you whimper at the sensation.

“And she comes with toys, I love playing with toys,” his voice jovial.  “Let’s see what there is in here to play with.”

Over your time with the boys, your box of tricks has become quite extensive, and you are sure that there will be a few things in there that will peak his interests tonight.

You hear his rustling through the bag, and then a thud as it hits the floor by your feet.

“Open wide, we don’t want anyone to know what’s going on in here, do we?”

As you open your mouth, you feel the probing of cold plastic, the cock shaped gag comes to rest on your tongue while with a practiced move it is secured around your head. 

“Let’s go somewhere a bit more comfortable.”  His arm snakes around your waist; he reaches down for the bag and then begins to lead you to his bedroom.