Although a hint of warmth to the air, the skin at my sides still quivered. My body fixed motionless to an Oregon dinner table chair that had found itself facing, and a meter or so adjacent to, the foot of the bed in the rather large, oversized scented bedroom. The timber had warmed to my naked flesh pressed firmly against it, bound by loops of high strand, white heavy duty cotton rope. Blind folded and gagged, the heightened sense of smell and hearing created an attentive atmosphere, listening, waiting, time irrelevant.

The door handle clicked and I sprung to attention as I heard Grace close the timber door behind her. I could smell her perfume, elegance and anticipation, I felt her silk slip brush my leg as it fell to the floor silently, fluidly. Startled, sudden, warmth, her mouth engulfing my semi hard cock, I inhaled sharply. My cock became granite like and ached in just seconds, the slurping deep throating mouth at my lap, then nothing, a cool sensation as the moving air passed over my saliva covered cock. I gasped again as the gag was suddenly released. In what seemed an effortless feat she hooked her feet under several loops of rope either side of my thighs causing loose fitting loops she’d placed around the base of my cock and balls to tighten to strangling point. The pressure intense, quickly faded and reinstated as she moved her feet to manipulate a pulsing motion, tightening and releasing, then finally tightening and creating intense sustained pressure. I smelt the musk of her ass crack just inches from my face as her finger nails scraped up the length of my rock hard shaft and somewhat painfully over the head. “Eat my ass” was the three word command that she uttered before spreading her ass, pushing back against my face. I hungrily ate away at her ass, probing my tongue deep into her tight hole as she rocked back on me pushing against my face causing the muscles in my neck to strain. Her enjoyment clear by her breathing and occasional appreciative moan and whimper, “that’s right, work my ass... “ she continued.

Raising her ass by arching her back enabled her to create enough angle whereby she began to grind her now sopping pussy against by face. My nose in her ass as I greedily tongued away at her clit, sucking it in and licking at it. Her spit covered hand lubing my shaft in long hard stroking motions, I knew it was that she now craved, pressure left my cock momentarily as she removed her feet, this was quickly reinstalled by means of her skilful use of a chopstick twisted in the rope and either end distributed under loops of rope against my thighs enabling a vice like clamp on me. My erection impossible to falter. I felt the tight warmth of her cunt bear down on my shaft, riding, slamming, slapping, searching for the cum she so desperately required. I heard her suddenly approach it, her pace quickened, thumping my thighs with hers, she was there, screaming out into the room as I shot my load deep into her ....amazing Grace!