“You’re not out of control enough yet,” he laughed and he slowly crawled up my torso.
“Not out of control enough?” I nearly shrieked. “How fucking out of control do I have to be?” I felt as out of control as I had ever been and my body was screaming for another orgasm when he plunged his cock back into my soggy cunt.
“Yes! Yes! Yessss!” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks. My body felt like one big liquefied pussy as Mike jackhammered his massive cock into me over and over, driving me to such an unbelievable crescendo that I thought I might pass out.
I watched his well-defined back muscles rippling from his exertion and I ached to dig my fingers into them and claw his back raw. I was nearly delirious but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the monitor and the view of his well-formed black ass rapidly clenching and unclenching as he thrust into me again and again.
Handcuffed, spread-eagle on his bed, I was completely out of control and at his mercy as he pummeled me with his enormously thick cock. I wanted to arch my back and cling to his muscular shoulders and climax with my arms and legs wrapped around his body.
“Pleeeeeease!” I begged and pleaded between gasps of unparalleled pleasure. He was pounding me so hard that I didn’t even notice he had released my hand constraints until I was pulling against them and my arms slapped against his shoulder. Yes!
He barely missed a stroke as he tugged at my ankle constraints as well. I still had the cuffs around my ankles and wrists but there must have been some kind of quick release on the tethers. Pulling my knees up, I started bucking my ass off the bed in sync with his rhythmic pounding. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on for dear life as my nails dug into his stMikeg back and my pussy grasped for that elusive pinnacle of pleasure.
“OHHHHH FUUUUK!” I screamed as my orgasm exploded and my body shook with earthquake level tremors. Fuck! I was convulsing uncontrollably as I clung to his muscular frame with both my legs and my arms wrapped around him.
Mike had slammed his cock into me at the first sign of my orgasm and, with his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, kept himself completely immersed in my spasming pussy throughout my prolonged climax. I was still quivering when he settled us back onto the bed and I finally opened my eyes. I almost smiled at the video monitor’s view of my pale white limbs wrapped around this dark stallion of a man.
Mike kissed me very gently and for the first time my hands held him tightly against me as they tentatively explored the topography of his solid flesh. Fuck! I had lost count of how many orgasms I had when Mike started moving inside of me again. What? I pulled my head back and looked at him.
“You didn’t cum?” I asked incredulously.
“I have a lot of self-control and stamina,” he smiled. “Besides, this was about fucking your brains out, remember?”
“You certainly have… um… are,” I panted as he picked up the pace and was again driving the hardest muscle in his body into my battered pussy.
This time I wasn’t a helpless recipient but a full-fledged partner in a frenetic sex dance that had us sweating and gyrating across his bed. Driven by each other’s pleasure, we crushed our chests together and ground our pelvises like we were merging into one being. I planted my feet on his mattress and humped feverishly against his rhythmic thrashing, clenching my nearly pulverized pussy muscles around his pistoning girth. I rolled my hips as he withdrew and then slammed back as he plunged forward.
“Ohhhhh! Mike!” I cried as he took one last lunging stroke and drove us both over the crest.
“AAARRRGGHH!” he moaned and grunted as he jerkily deposited load after load of built up cum into my already soggy pussy. I was so far beyond mere pleasure that I can barely describe how completely melted and formless my pussy felt. It was like my whole body had turned into a creamy gelatin whose sole purpose was to send euphoric messages to my brain. My heart was rapidly stomping out a world beat rhythm and I was literally breathless.
Mike’s climax slowed to an occasional spasm and he collapsed on top of me with his spent cock filling my tired pussy. I was exhausted but my hands were making up for lost time exploring his beautiful body. I was combing my fingers through his short cushiony hair and tracing the muscles on his back as we caught our breath.
“Wow,” I whispered, unable to put into words how I was feeling.
“Likewise,” he answered. “You were more than I had ever imagined.”
“I didn’t do anything but lie here restrained,” I retorted. “How was I?”
“Oh Beth,” he shook his head. “The lustful responsiveness of your body for one thing and your unexpected trust to let me do all of this… and your beauty… your husband is a fucking idiot.”
I didn’t have a response for that so I just kissed him, a long, slow, sensuous kiss. I caressed the back of his neck as I delivered a full-on tongue assault on his mouth. We crushed our lips together as our tongues danced between each other’s mouths. The kiss lasted until I felt his cock recovering and I almost choked.
“You’re kidding!” I exclaimed as I broke the kiss.
“Hey, I’ve only cum once,” he lightly shrugged. “That’s not exactly demonstrative of high stamina.” Ohmygod! He was right. I was going to get fucked again. Damn! I almost wondered if I would survive it.
“Wait,” I said. “I want to be on top this time.”
“Trying to get some control back?” he asked teasingly. Maybe he was right but that wasn’t what I was thinking about. I had been staring at his back on the monitor and I wanted a chance to watch his chest and six-pack abs.
“Unwrap your arms and legs from around me,” he said quietly. I did as he asked and he lifted me up and flipped us over without taking his cock out of my juicy hole. A girl could get used to that kind of strength.
“Now, you’re in control,” he acknowledged as I sat up on his semi-erect cock. The cuffs around my wrists gave me an idea.
“Do you ever wear these?” I asked, unsnapping the fasteners.
“Sometimes,” he answered, raising his eyebrows at me.
“Do you mind?” I asked as I slipped the recently removed cuff around his left wrist.
“Not at all,” he said, moving his arm up so I could snap it to the bedpost tether. Hmm. This was going to be interesting. I secured his other wrist but decided against his ankles since I was going to be straddling him.
With his arms stretched out, the contour of his chest was even more prominent and I couldn’t resist bracing my hands against it as I abruptly got another idea.
“I want to suck you hard,” I whispered as I leaned forward, lightly kissing his lips and disengaged myself from his impressive tool.
“No argument from me,” he smiled as if amused at the abruptness of my changing ideas.
Kneeling between his legs I finally got a close up look at his massive cock. Jesus Christ! It wasn’t even fully erect and I was already wondering how the whole thing had fit into my pussy.
That crude old saying, ‘hung like a horse,” would not have been an exaggeration. That was even before I got a look at his testicles. Fuck! No wonder it felt like he would never stop cumming. He spread his legs to give me easier access as I cupped his giant balls in my hand and gently stroked his cock.
“This whole thing was inside me?” I asked almost rhetorically as I worshipfully wrapped my hands around his huge black hunk of masculinity and pulled the skin down tight around his cockhead.
“Pleasingly so,” he answered, nearly gasping as I flicked my tongue across his oversized dome.
Mike’s cock was so long that even with both hands around it, one against the base and the other right next to it, there was still enough room for me to suck his cockhead completely into my mouth.
Damn! He arched his back as I sucked him like a lollipop, swirling my tongue around as I lightly jacked his cock with my hands. He was pushing up, trying to get more of it into my mouth but I held him off, slurping on his swollen cockhead until I felt his arousal start to build.
Holy shit! His cock was pushing my fingers apart as it thickened and extended into a fully erect tower of manhood. I released my left hand and let half of his length slide into my mouth as he moaned his appreciation.
“Ahhhh, Beth! That feels so fucking good,” he sighed as I kept one hand around the base and pumped his lengthy cock in and out of my wide-stretched mouth.
Instead of working up a steady rhythm, I alternated between sucking him and licking up and down the length of his imposing shaft. Swiping my tongue along the blue-black veins bulging from the sides of his fully developed muscle, I felt his black monster pulsating feverishly against my fingers.
He was so fucking hard and my pussy was anxiously going into overdrive. I was dying to ride this thing at my pace, without any restraints. Not to mention that I was just a little nervous about this cannon shooting off in my mouth. Fuck, it could blow the back of my head off.
Releasing his fully erect, incredibly desirous cock, I kissed my way up his body, licking his gorgeous black pecs before settling my aroused pussy against his shaft.
“My turn to fuck your brains out,” I whispered, raising myself up and positioning my opening over his throbbing cock.
I sat up and his bulk easily slid into my cum-filled hole. Leaning my hands against his muscular chest I began to rock my extremely full pussy back and forth. Damn! He had solid muscle in both places. Who knew this black Adonis had been living right next door? Responding to his lustful eyes and his arched back, I rocked a little faster as I traced my fingers around his rock-hard pecs and down across his well-toned abdomen.
Thinking I was going to be in control, I was surprised when without warning he pulled his knees up, arched his back and thrust upward, lifting us both completely off the bed. When he dropped back down, I was momentarily suspended with my pussy near the top of his cock before I slammed back down, burying it to the hilt and releasing a new flood of juices inside my already slippery hole.
“Oh, Fuck!” I cried as he smiled devilishly at me. “I take it I was moving a little too slowly for you?” I laughed, repositioning myself on his cock and rocking a little faster.
“I like to surprise you,” he said, ignoring my question, again! I picked up the pace, leaning my hands on his wonderfully firm chest as I ground my fiery pussy on his mammoth cock.
“Oh yeah!” I moaned as the rhythm of our fucking increased and I was riding him like the black stallion that he was with his amazing stamina and his horse-sized cock. My tits were jiggling all over my chest as I bounced up and down and stretched my pussy around his girth.
You might think with as many orgasms as Mike had already given me that this one would build up slowly but you’d be false. Another one was rapidly approaching and the friction from his wide cock was driving me crazy. The loud suction-like sound every time I pulled up just added to the intensity of my arousal.
The restraints were a mistake. It was different when I was sucking him and teasing his cock but now I wanted his hands on me. Clenching my pussy around his cock, I leaned up and unsnapped the tether from his left hand and then his right.
“Touch me,” I breathed, sitting up straight again, trying to recapture the lost rhythm. He responded instantly, fondling my breasts and holding them so they didn’t pound against my chest.
Then his hands were everywhere as I rode him like a crazy woman. He was squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, grabbing my hips to force me down harder as he thrust up to meet my downward plunges. Once again, I was out of control as we were urging each other closer and closer to the summit.
“OH FUCK!” I screamed, pounding my fists against his chest as my orgasm blasted through my sizzling pussy, shaking my body to its core. I was panting, my heart was pounding and it seemed like I just kept cumming forever.
Mike didn’t let go; he just kept slamming me down on his engorged cock as my trembling pussy quivered through incredible waves of orgasmic delight.
“Ohhh! Beth!” he cried as he jerked me down hard one last time and blew a flood of cum inside my well-fucked pussy. He jerkily shuddered through several smaller discharges as I crumpled onto his beautiful, black chest.
“Damn,” I sighed as my pussy continued to vibrate around his spent cock and I nearly passed out from the pleasure.
“Yes,” he responded while kissing my hair and gently squeezing my ass cheeks with his oversized hands.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember Mike was carrying me into his bathroom and placing me into a steamy, hot bathtub. Kneeling on the floor next to the tub he washed my entire body with an ultra soft sponge.
“The soap is unscented,” he said casually. “Nothing to give you away when you get home.” He smiled as he did a particularly thorough job of washing my vagina and ensuring there was no residual leaking of questionable fluids. Unlike his lovemaking, the bath was almost asexual, just a nice, tender conclusion to a surprisingly exhilarating evening.
“Don’t settle,” Mike whispered as he helped me from the tub and toweled off my body. “If your husband doesn’t come to his senses, don’t just accept it. If you need to get away, I’d love nothing better than to take you away for a week to a little place I have in the mountains.”
“I don’t think I would survive a week of this,” I laughed, but it was nice to be wanted. “I feel like a wet dishrag right now,” I said, lightly kissing his lips.
“Do you want to borrow another t-shirt,” he asked as he put his sweat pants back. “I’ll walk you home so you can give it back,” he offered.
“Why don’t you just carry me home?” I teased, but he didn’t take it that way. The next thing I knew I was being carried naked across the short sidewalk that divided our houses. It was morning and the sun was just peeking out over the horizon.
“You are crazy,” I laughed as he set me down next to my sliding glass door. “I had a wonderful night,” I added, wrapping my arm around his neck and kissing him hard on the lips, while my hand rested against his muscular chest.
“Me too,” he sighed. “I think partly because it was so unexpected,” he whispered. “If you want to do it again, I’ll be waiting… and watching,” he added with a smile. Oh my. I had forgotten about that. What was I going to do about his watching?
“I might have to close my curtains,” I teased.
“You might,” he smiled as he turned and headed home.
I was exhausted and exhilarated as I crashed out on top of my bed, falling immediately into a deep slumber. I never saw the message light blinking on the answering machine until I awoke much later in the day and it was the most disconcerting message you could imagine.
“Hi Hon,” my husband’s voice sounded from the tiny speaker. “I guess you’re up and out early, maybe swimming a few laps?” The message was time stamped at 6:30 a.m. “I would have sent you my usual good morning text, but Jennifer has my cell phone. She accidentally threw it in her briefcase last night with a bunch of stuff she was taking home.
I was going crazy trying to figure out what happened to it until she called.” He was laughing, and I picked up a hint of exhaustion in his voice. Maybe he did work all night. “Anyway, see you tonight for dinner. I love you. Bye.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck have I done? Here I thought I was so smart with that Find My iPhone app. Could it be true? Did he really just work all night while I was next door, handcuffed to Mike’s bed? Oh my God! What kind of slut wife would do something like that?