Scott paced around the table, trying to decide what he was going to do to his Miya. She sat atop the sturdy oak table without a shred of clothing, hands still bound, secured to the table itself.
He wanted to do something memorable. He wanted to do something she'd enjoy. And he wanted to do something that would make her want him even more.
"Lay flat on your back," he commanded gently.
"Yes sir," she replied. He didn't ask her to call him that, but when she did, he had to confess that it aroused him.
He moves to the head of the table, looking down on her, and reaching down with both hands, he gently pulls her along the table's surface, her head dropping back over the edge. She tenses her neck muscles to hold it level, so that she could still see him.
"Let your head fall back, naturally," he commanded. Again, she obeyed.
He stepped forward, his erection full and wanting. The entire drive, touching her body, hearing the soft sounds she made - he had been ready for her some time ago. Now, he stepped forward, and with her head hanging back over the edge of the table, her mouth provided the perfect place to put his cock.
She opened wide without needing to be told, and he slid into her welcoming mouth with ease. He moved bit by bit, inch by inch, knowing how her mouth worked, what she could handle, watching her closely for signs of discomfort.
She gobbled him up with her customary enthusiasm. He didn't know why she enjoyed it, but she absolutely loved giving him oral sex. Of course, he never complained, either.
He pressed his hips forward as she took in an admirable portion of his shaft, as he groaned and shuddered slightly. Even with her hands bound, and this odd angle - she knew just how to please him.
Slowly, he bent at the waist, lowering his own head to her crotch. His lips descended on her mound, as if he were starving, and gently he began to feast. Either of his hands moved to the insides of her thighs, pressing them gently apart. She complied, as was her way, which opened her sex up to him so clearly, it was as if she were on a silver platter, and the lid had simply been removed.
Home Sweet Home
Scott had told her that there was to be a surprise. He had tucked Miya into his car, bound her hands above her head to the car seat. He'd put a blindfold on her and whispered in her ear that there was a surprise he had just for her. His car purred to life and the vibrations tingled through her. Scott had picked up a beautiful sheer blouse and a short miniskirt, no nylons. When she squirmed, her skirt slid slowly up and her legs parted and Scott's hand had travelled and explored her wet, womanly places. Her collar snug and locked about her neck, her lips parted as she moaned for her Sir.
Soon enough the car stopped, and she was untied. He bound her hands again, leaving the blindfold on. Scooped up into his arms, protective, loved. He murmured sweet, warm breath into her hair.She felt herself being carried up the steps and there was a sound of a key being turned in the lock. Her ears pricked as she was placed onto a wooden, elevated surface. Her hands were secured to the table, and with a deft yank, Scott shred her clothing, ripping it from her body into rags.
A soft whisper as he moved around the table. "Home sweet home, my beloved."
Scott Kinney
12 years ago