Sylvia's Bondage Date Ch. 03

Sylvia was flat on her back with her wrists roped firmly behind her and her ankles pulled far apart and into the air by more ropes tied to the bedposts above her head. The position wasn't particularly uncomfortable, at least not if she didn't have to stay like that for any length of time. What was more uncomfortable was Jason's cock pressed against her anus as he knelt between her spread legs, and the unrelenting pressure that was slowly forcing her reluctant sphincter open.

She remembered sitting in the bar on her first date with Jason, saying "I don't much care for being fucked in the ass. I've tried it a few times, and it doesn't hurt nearly as much as I expected it to, but it doesn't do a lot for me." Now here she was, doing exactly that. What a difference a few weeks makes.

Just a few hours before, they were at Clancy's bar having their usual date night drinks and talking about all manner of random stuff. As it usually did, the conversation eventually slid around to sex, particularly kinky sex and what sorts of kinks they might like to try when they got back to Jason's. Jason had texted earlier in the day to ask her to wear clothes and underwear that she wasn't particularly fond of. She didn't know exactly why, but she had a pretty good idea. Accordingly, she dressed in a skirt and sleeveless top that she had bought without realizing that she was going to hate the colour - an excessively vibrant pink that looked a lot more excessively vibrant when if was no longer washed out by the fluorescent lights of the store. The outer clothes were paired with a pair of panties and a bra that she had been planning to throw out because their elastic was getting overly relaxed.

As she wondered exactly what was going to become of her not-fond-of ensemble, Jason leaned in and broached the subject of anal sex, a topic that had not come up between them since her brief dismissal of it on their first date.

"I remember you saying that, although you have no objections to it, you really don't get much out of anal sex. Do you remember that?"

"I do remember that. Stan, the man I tried it with a few times, did all the right things to avoid hurting me. He used a ton of lube, he went super slow, he always stopped and let me get out in front of any spasm of pain that happened as he was going in. It didn't hurt once he was in, but I never seemed to get even close to an orgasm from it. I've read that some women get a whole lot of pleasure from anal, sometimes even more than old-fashioned PIV, and I have a few friends who say that as well, but not me. I guess my nerve endings aren't in the right place or something. I'd much rather have a cock in my pussy, or even down my throat."

"When Stan tried fucking you in the ass, did he tie you up first?"

"No, actually. He wasn't much into bondage, although he sometimes did it to please me. When we tried anal, he said he wanted to experience one kink at a time."

Jason got a thoughtful look as he digested this piece of information. "Hmmm. Bondage seems to be a really important part of the experience for you, isn't it?"

"Well, it wasn't quite as big a deal for me then as it seems to have become lately. But yes, I always seem to cum way harder when I'm tied up, and especially when I'm gagged as well."

"And when Stan was doing your back door, was he doing anything to your front door at the same time? Tongue, fingers, toys, that sort of thing."

Sylvia suddenly thought that Jason was beginning to sound more like a sex therapist than a date. But at the same time, she was interested in where this was going. She had never stopped to analyze why her brief forays into anal with Stan had been so disappointing.

"As a matter of fact, he didn't. He just focussed on driving his cock into my asshole. He held out for a long time trying to make me cum, but eventually he gave up and just shot his wad up my ass. He seemed to enjoy it, but it really wasn't a very exciting night for me."

Jason put his elbows on the table, rested his chin on both fists, and gazed at her thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Tell you what. Would you give it one more try? If you'll let me up your ass tonight, I'll use everything I know about you and your body to see if I can coax out a good one."

It was Sylvia's turn to be thoughtful for a few seconds. "Why not? The worst that can happen is nothing, and then you'll have to get me off some other way. You've been very, very good at that so far."

So it was settled. In spite of herself, Sylvia found herself squirming with anticipation. She had really wanted to like anal, if only because it was one more kink that she could add to her list of good experiences. The slightly taboo aspects of anal intrigued her, and if Jason could figure out how to make it work for her, it would be a triumph.

She had managed to work herself into quite a state of excitement by the time they reached Jason's apartment. They barely had time to sit down on the couch before Sylvia had Jason's face in her hands and was pulling him in for a long, hard, hungry kiss. Jason, equally worked up, reached behind her head with both hands and locked her mouth on his. They explored each other's lips and tongues for several long minutes, then broke off for air.

Once she'd caught her breath, Sylvia squirmed off the couch and knelt between Jason's knees. She fumbled with his belt and zipper, got his pants open, and reached in to rescue the excruciatingly hard cock that was jammed into them. Jason lifted his bum enough to allow her to slip his pants and underwear down and then dropped back down again, keeping his knees well apart as she gazed up into his eyes and wrapped her warm, wet mouth around the head of his cock. Her agile tongue stroked the tiny valley of his cockhole for half a minute, then circled around the base of his glans where it met his shaft. She had learned on previous dates that he especially liked those moves as a way of getting his cock thoroughly warmed up.

Sylvia started rocking forward slightly on her knees, taking a little more cock in her mouth with each rock. Jason desperately wanted to thrust into her for a good, forceful session of face-fucking, but he knew that going too fast and taking away too much control was an excellent way to trigger a choking fit and end an excellent head session prematurely. He restrained himself and let her set the pace, just resting his hand on the back of her head without putting any pressure on it and forcing himself to relax his hips and let her take as much of him in her mouth as she felt ready for.

After a few bobs that brought his penis right to the back of her mouth and the entrance to her throat, she pulled back, took a deep breath through her nose, and lunged forward to take his cock all the way down in one smooth motion, his balls bouncing lightly off her chin. She held him there for several seconds, making swallowing motions to massage his shaft, then pulled back, took a couple of deep breaths, and then lunged forward again.

Jason was in heaven. He so loved the feeling of a tight, wet throat around his cock, and the things her tongue was doing on the underside of his shaft as she slid it in and out were massaging him toward a slowly growing orgasm. Sylvia, too, was enjoying the sensation of her mouth and throat around a magnificently hard penis. She also loved watching the expression on his face gradually changing and the way his breathing got more and more ragged as his orgasm rose, finally starting to come in deep gasps with each lunge on his cock.

She knew that if she didn't stop soon, she was going to get a load of salty cum down her throat that would put the evening on pause before it had properly begun. With an effort, she pulled back and let his cock drop out of her mouth. Jason leaned back on the couch to recover, and she stayed on her knees between his legs, a trickle of saliva running down her chin, to wait for what he would want to next.

"Shit, Sylvia. I've never met a woman who could deepthroat a cock as well as you do." He reluctantly stuffed his still-hard cock back in his pants and stood up. She took that as her cue to stand up too.

Jason took her by the elbow and wordlessly walked her to the bedroom. She wasn't surprised to see a coil of rope on the edge of the bed, and two more pieces of rope already tied to the top bedposts. He pushed her onto the bed face down, and she let her hands lie loosely at her sides so he could tie them how he wanted them. She found it odd that they were both still fully clothed, but she figured that she'd find out soon enough what his intentions were in the wardrobe department.

He brought her hands together behind her back, palm to palm, and wrapped several turns of rope loosely around her wrists, then wrapped rope between her wrists to cinch the rope into rope-handcuffs: impossible to slip out of, but not dangerously right. She felt him tie off the rope, then he said, "On your back."

Sylvia obediently rolled over and lay on her hands. She noted that Jason had left a long piece of rope hanging out of the wrist-tie, and she wasn't surprised when he tied it to the bar at the bottom of the bed, pulling it tight so there was no way her body could slide up the bed. Then he took first one ankle, then the other, and bent her legs up and back. He used only moderate pressure, and stopped bending when he could feel that her joints really didn't want to go any farther. Then he tied the ropes from the bedposts around her ankles.

Her legs were spread wide and her body was held between the rope on her wrists keeping her from moving up the bed and the ropes on her ankles pulling her toward the head. She found that it was most comfortable if she bent her legs at the knee and brought them up in the direction of her chest, causing her hips to roll up in a way that would have left her pussy and asshole lewdly exposed if she hadn't still been clothed.

Jason opened the drawer in the night-table and brought out the gag they'd been using on all their dates: a wide black leather strap with a stuffer ball built into it. She loved that gag, which filled her mouth in ways that aroused her oral fetish and completely prevented any sound from escaping her lips. She opened her mouth eagerly and let him push the ball firmly behind her teeth, then lifted her head so he could fasten the buckle.

He gazed down at her totally helpless body for what seemed to Sylvia like forever. She was in an agony of suspense wondering where he was going to take this scene next, and bit down hard on the ball wedged between her teeth to channel her frustration. Her bondage ramped up her arousal until she had a mini-orgasm just watching Jason watch her.

Finally, Jason reached up and undid the top button on his shirt. She watched helplessly as he slowly undid his buttons one by one, then slipped off his shirt to reveal his superbly toned chest and abdomen. He unbuckled his pants again, undid the hook at the front, pulled the zipper down, and slowly lowered his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them carefully to avoid getting his feet caught, then stood at the foot of the bed so she could raise her head and admire the magnificent bulge of the cock that had so recently been in her mouth.

Finally, Jason pulled his underwear slowly down, the elastic forcing his cock down until it popped free as if it were a tightly coiled spring. He stood at the foot of the bed for a minute, letting her admire his naked body from between her spread legs. Then he walked around to the side of the bed, his penis wiggling slightly as he walked, and put his hand firmly on her left breast through the fabric of her shirt and bra.

She gasped through her nose as the sensation made a little lightning-like rush burst through her. There was something about being touched through the fabric that was somehow more erotic than it would have been if she had been naked.

Jason manipulated her breast for a minute or two through the fabric, then reached down and slid his hand up under her shirt, moving it gently over her belly and back up to her breast. Taking advantage of the sad state of her bra elastic, he lifted the bottom of the bra cup and slipped his hand under it, palm down, and covered her rock-hard nipple with it.

Sylvia hadn't been felt up under her clothes since high school, and the sensation brought on a wave of what she could only comprehend as some sort of nostalgia. She lay there and savoured the strange sensation as Jason delicately rolled her nipple between finger and thumb. She felt her pussy gush inside her panties, and the musky scent of female arousal began to fill the bedroom.

Jason stroked his penis gently as he played with her breast under her clothes. Then he withdrew his hand and let her bra cup settle back into place. Still holding his cock, he walked around to the night-table and reached into the drawer again, this time retrieving a very business-like set of surgical shears. He held the fabric of her shirt taut with one hand and began carefully snipping it from the neckline all the way down to the bottom hem until it lay open to expose the lacey bra he had been playing in moments before.

Jason put the scissors down on the night-table and played with her breasts through the bra. Then he picked the scissors up again and snipped one side of her sleeveless shirt, then the other where it ran over her shoulders. He tugged on the fabric of the unloved shirt, and she arched her back slightly to make it easier for him to pull it out from under her.

Next, he snipped both straps of her bra, then slid he scissors between the cups. She felt the cold steel slide over her skin as he worked it between her breasts, and tried to lie very still. One more snip, and the bra fell apart in two pieces. It went on the floor to join the ruined shirt.

Somehow this slow, methodical destruction of her clothes was far more erotic than simply stripping or being stripped. Although she had absolutely no desire to actually be raped, having her clothes cut off felt enough like being raped to light a white-hot fire under her submissive personality. The fire spread wildly when Jason leaned over and took her newly revealed nipples one at a time between his lips and ran his tongue over them.

Jason worked his lips and tongue from her achingly hard nipples to the valley between her breasts, then slowly down her body, over her taut belly and belly button, and down her abdomen until he was stopped by the waistband of her vibrant pink skirt. He paused there, licking her skin and pinching it gently between his tightened lips while she let out a long "Mmmmmmmmm" of contentment behind the gag. Then he pulled his mouth back, picked up the shears, and started to cut the waistband of her skirt.

The fabric of the skirt was more robust than the fabric of her top, but the scissors were obviously high-quality steel, and it didn't take long for the cut to reach the bottom hem a dozen centimetres or so above her knee. He spread the skirt open and admired the way her panties, now soaking wet, had ridden up tightly between her labia to produce a spectacular camel-toe. He ran his finger under the crotch of her panties, pulled it free of her pussy lips, and cut it so it popped apart and fully revealed the pussy that had been trapping it. Another snip, and Sylvia's last item of clothing was ready to be pulled out from under her and dropped into the pile on the floor.

Jason paused to admire Sylvia's pussy and asshole, presented right in front of his face by her rolled-up hips and pelvis. He knelt on the bed between her legs, bent down, and started licking all around and over her asshole, pausing from time to time to force the tip of his tongue into it as far as he could get it. His nostrils filled with a mixture of the heady scent of her arousal and the delicate floral scent of the soap she had scrubbed her fuckable bits with in her shower before she left her apartment.

"I told you we had a date with this body part," he said, leaving off rimming for a moment. Then he resumed, and reached his hand around to slide two fingers into her vagina. He turned his hand and curled his fingers to massage her G-spot while he continued to lick her anus and perinium. The combination of sensations from the two places at once was like an electric shock, and she arched her back and made a drawn-out "MMMMMPPPHHH" behind the gag. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but it sure felt like it was leading up to one.

"You see? The combination method really makes an asshole sing."

To her disappointment, Jason pulled his fingers out of her pussy. The disappointment didn't last long, however. She heard a squish of lube, and the fingers reappeared pressing against her tight pucker. The two fingers, narrower than a penis, slid in easily to the last knuckles. Jason held them firmly all the way up, then began thrusting gently with them.

His mouth came down firmly on her pussy, and he used his lips and tongue liberally on every part of it. He pinched one outer labia between his lips and ran his tongue up and down the inside of her vulva from her vagina up to her clit and back down again. Then he began lapping at her clit with his tongue, never pausing the fingers that were thrusting rhythmically in her anus.

The symphony of sensations from every part of her pelvic region at once crashed together into a huge orgasm that broke over her like a sudden cymbal crash. She stiffened, arched off the bed, and let out a long orgasmic "MMMMPPPPHHHH," redirected out her nose by the gag. Her breasts bounced as she dropped back onto the bed, panting deeply. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body and a sexual flush was spreading across her chest.

Knowing that her sexual parts would be overstimulated for the time being, Jason lifted his mouth off her pussy. He also stopped thrusting with his fingers, although he left them where they were in her rectum.

"Not bad, eh? And that was just two fingers. Wait until you feel a big, hard cock up that ass."

Sylvia tried to imagine what something twice as long and twice as fat as his fingers would feel like up her bum. It shouldn't feel any different from having Stan's cock in her ass, but she knew that it was going to feel a lot different with all the other things Jason had going on.

Keeping Sylvia's sphincter stretched out by his fingers, Jason propped his head up on one hand so he could watch her face - as much of it as he could see around the gag -- as she slowly came down from her monster orgasm. Her breathing slowed and the flush faded from her chest as she recovered. Jason gave a few more long, slow pumps in and out with his fingers, then pulled them out, leaving her asshole feeling weirdly empty.

It was clearly not going to stay empty for long. She felt the fingers reappear, this time pushing a fresh dollop of lube as far up her rectal canal as they could reach. Once her asshole was properly lubricated, Jason slathered his cock with more lube, knelt between her spread legs again, and positioned his cockhead against her tight pucker.

Syliva concentrated on breathing deeply and evenly, trying to keep herself relaxed as her anus reflexively clenched to keep out the invader. Her ring was no match for Jason's persistent cock, which pressed more and more firmly against her anus until it yielded and let him slide in. He stopped with no more than the tip of his penis stretching her anal ring, and watched her face to make sure she was handling the penetration. Then he slid another few centimetres in, watching for signs of pain. Seeing none, he kept working himself in a little at a time until he was balls-deep in Sylvia's ass.

Once he was firmly seated in Sylvia's ass, he slid two fingers back into her vagina and brought his thumb up to massage her clit. He got his fingers nicely settled over her G-spot and curled them rhythmically in a two-fingered version of the classic "come hither" gesture, and started moving his cock slowly in and out of her asshole.

Somehow Jason was able to keep his fingers, his thumb and his cock all working in unison, each stimulating its assigned body part. Sylvia started making strangled gasps behind her gag, her mind trying to process all the different sensations coming at her at once. The cock driving into her ass, so unerotic when Stan had done it, was combining with Jason's hand in her cunt, the ropes on her wrists and ankles, and the gag in her mouth to set her on fire. She could feel her breasts rocking on he chest each time he thrust deep into her body, and she understood the wisdom of running the rope from her wrists to the bottom rail of the bed. If it had not been there, her whole body would have been moved a centimetre or two up the bed with each thrust until the ropes holding her legs up and apart lost tension and let her legs fall to the mattress. As it was, she was held in tension between the two sets of restraints pulling her in two directions at once.

Jason had started out being slow and gentle as he penetrated her anus, but now that he knew she was doing well with it, he was thrusting hard and fast. She felt the walls of her rectum being forced apart with each thrust deep into her body, fuelling another orgasm that was rising quickly inside her. When it hit, she screamed again behind the gag and thrashed wildly in her bondage, her eyes rolling back in her head. At the same time, she felt the warm spurt of Jason's release filling her rectum, an unfamiliar place for it to be. The novel sensation drove her orgasm even higher.

Sylvia collapsed back down on the bend with Jason collapsed over her, his softening penis still inside her. Once her could move again, Jason awkwardly reached into the night-table drawer without letting his cock slip out, and produced a medium-sized butt plug. He pulled out his cock and immediately replaced it with the plug, which he pushed in tight with his thumbs to seal in his cum.

Sylvia felt weirdly comforted by the fact that she was going to have Jason's cum sealed in her body. It was like having some of him still with her even after he'd pulled all his body parts out of hers.

Jason rolled over and planted a long, passionate kiss on her left breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and playing gently wth it with his tongue. "Well, Babe, I guess I could take that gag off and ask you whether it was as good for you as it was for me, but I think I've got my answer anyway." Sylvia nodded a bit shakily. She really didn't want any part of her bondage to be over yet. Rather, she wanted to bask in the warm glow of her orgasms and enjoy her complete surrender of movement and speech.

"Since this anal exploration seems to be going well for you, I think we should continue, agreed?" Sylvia feebly nodded again. "But I need a little recovery time before I can do anything interesting with this cock. So I thought I'd give you something to keep you company while you're waiting."

She recognized what he held up from seeing them in porn. Anal beads. They weren't nearly as huge as some of the ones she'd seen porn stars take up their asses, but they looked pretty large nonetheless. About the same girth as Jason's cock, as a matter of fact. Sylvia was comforted by the fact that she'd just taken Jason's cock up her ass without problems, and she figured she could handle the beads, too.

Jason pulled out the butt plug, giving Sylvia a little burst of sensation as the widest part forced her asshole open on its way out. Then he lubed up the first bead and pressed it against her still-gaped asshole. He used two thumbs to put pressure on it and force her sphincter to open up again and take it. The sensation when it finally popped past her sphincter and settled in place just inside her rectum made a little "Mmmmppphhh" of pleasant surprise come out her nose.

The feeling of having, not a long, slender object like a finger or a penis, but a round ball in her ass was totally novel. She clenched down on it to savour the feeling of having it inside her. She couldn't really feel Jason's leftover cum any more - maybe it had mostly been absorbed into her body by now -- but she was aware that if there was any still in there, the bead had just forced it further up.

Jason pressed the next ball against her sphincter. When it popped in, it felt like the first one except that she could feel it pushing the first bead farther up. She wondered how much room she had in her rectum. Once all the beads were in there, would the first ones have been forced around the bend into her sigmoid colon? She decided not to think about it. She'd find out soon enough.

There were six beads in all, and it took at least ten minutes to get them all in. By the time the last one had popped past her sphincter, leaving only a big pull-ring hanging out, Sylvia was feeling well and truly packed full. It was such a different feeling from having Jason's fingers or cock up her ass.

Jason wiped the lube off his hands on a towel, sat down in a chair, and started scrolling on his phone. "Well," Sylvia thought, "At least he isn't leaving me alone this time. I guess I got through to him."

To pass the time, Sylvia explored the sensations in her body. She clenched on the beads, and tried experimentally to see if she could expel them or suck them further up. She could make them move a little, but certainly not much, and it was clear that they weren't coming out until Jason, or somebody, pulled them out. But the sensation of having them packed into her rectum was certainly stimulating, and she felt the beginning of another orgasm beginning to build in her body.

As she had when Jason had left her suspended in the closet, she used the time to explore the other sensations in her body as well. She paid mindful attention to the sensation of the ball stuffed into her mouth behind her teeth, and ran her tongue over it to examine its texture. She flexed and pulled at the ropes binding her wrists, not because she was trying to escape them but because she wanted to feel their resistance and the way they were trapping her hands firmly behind her back - where, frankly, she was getting tired of lying on them.

Finally Jason put his phone down, went to the ensuite bathroom, and washed off his cock. Since it had been up Sylvia's ass, he wanted to make sure it was clean enough to go into other places safely.

He came back to the bed and gazed at her bound body the way he often did, as if he couldn't believe that he actually had a naked, bound, gagged, and in this case, buttstuffed woman in his bed. Then he began running his hands, slowly and tenderly, down her body, starting at her neck, the first piece of skin that wasn't blocked by the gag, and then though the valley between her breasts, over each breast with a lingering feel of her large nipples, and then down her belly and abdomen again until her reached her moist vulva. She squirmed with desire as his fingers parted her labia and explored between them.

He moved down and put a finger through the pull-ring that was hanging out of her anus. He gave it a pull, not hard enough to make the beads start popping out, but just enough to make the last one move and press against her sphincter, prying it open just a little before he released the ring and let her sphincter suck the bead back in.

She felt heat rising again in every part of her body, but especially in her rectum where the unfamiliar beads sat waiting. She had a feeling that when he finally pulled them out, the effect would be spectacular.

He moved his hands over her hips and slowly all the way to her knees and then her ankles where the ropes continued to hold her legs in the air and her pelvis rolled back. Jason's slow-motion teasing of her body was driving Sylvia crazy, and she whimpered with frustration behind her gag.

She noted, however, that Jason's cock was firmly erect again, so there was obviously hope. Once he had explored every inch of her body, he got back on his knees between her bound legs, parted her labia with his thumbs, and pressed the tip of his cock against her hungry vagina. It was ready for him, and with one quick thrust, he hilted his cock.

She gasped as it slid in. It felt pretty much like the same old cock in her vagina, but the beads right next door gave her a huge burst of sensation as her vaginal walls were forced apart and pressed on the load in her ass. The "Mmmpphh" that was forced out her nose was a noise of pure pleasure.

Jason began thrusting, first slowly and then with more vigour. The rope joining her wrists to the bottom of the bed did its job again, holding her in place while Jason gave her cunt a dearly-desired pounding. After all the strange stimulation of the evening, her arousal was such that she rocketed to another orgasm in record time. Jason waited until it started to hit, then reached around and pulled the beads out one by one.

Dear Mother of God! As the beads pounded out past her sphincter, what had started as a very good orgasm exploded into the most spectacular multi-sensory orgasm she ever remembered having. A really good female ejaculation was a pretty rare event for Sylvia, but she had one now, her Skene's glands suddenly contracting and ejecting a small amount of thick white fluid and doubling, tripling down on the wave of sensation that ran through her.

She curled her body as much as the ropes would allow and bit down intensely on the ball in her mouth. Every time her orgasm seemed to be subsiding, Jason pulled out another bead and sent it soaring again. By the time the last ball was out, she was a limp dishrag, and she barely noticed when he fired a load of warm cum deep into her vagina.

Jason panted for a minute, holding his still-spasming cock. The he relaxed and asked, "Well, do you want to call it a night? Sylvia thought for a few seconds, then nodded. She would definitely explore butt stuff with Jason again, she promised herself, but that was plenty for now. Her brain was stuttering and misfiring as it tried to process all the new sensations that had just flooded through her body. Plus, her cunt and asshole were starting to feel sore, and her legs were cramping.

She raised her head to let Jason unbuckle the gag and help her get the ball out of the mouth it had lived in for at least two hours. He untied her ankles and let her stretch her legs out, and untied her from the bottom bed rail so she could roll over and let him untie her wrists. Miraculously, none of the knots had tightened up to the point where they were hard to untie--Jason obviously knew his knots, even if he had learned them from camping rather than bondage rigging. Of course, there was always the scissors he had used to cut her clothes off if one of the ropes really wouldn't undo.

Her clothes! She said, in a croaky voice that hadn't been used for a while, "I trust you have something for me to wear home tomorrow, since you've destroyed everything I came in."

"Relax. I checked out your clothing sizes the last time you were here, and I bought some things that should fit. But don't worry about that now. What you need at the moment are electrolytes and carbs. You've sweated out half your body's reserves." He handed her a bottle of Gatorade.

While she sipped, Jason asked, "Well, what did you think? Did I convince you that Stan was wrong when he just drilled your asshole and hoped you'd like it?"

"Fuck, yeah. All of it was great, but those beads! I would never have thought that just pulling a string of beads out of my ass at the right moment could send an orgasm into the stratosphere. That was wonderful! But it wouldn't have been without your cock in my pussy and the ropes on my wrists. You're right: it all needs to work together."

Jason gathered her sweat-soaked body in his arms and said, "I think what we both need now is a really good shower."

"Right. And tomorrow, you're getting the best good-morning blowjob a man could ever want."