	As I close the door behind me, a woman in a red and white silk
robe helps me undress.  Her long, blue-black hair and almond eyes
are both exotic and beautiful.
	Her lips, neither full nor thin, but some happy medium smiled at
me as she smoothly lowered herself to her knees and started a
soft, warm blow job.  She doesn't rush, but instead slowly
caresses my hardening member with her tongue.  One warm hand cups
my testicles and the warmth surrounds me.
	As my penis begins to drool pre-cum, she closes her eyes, alert
to the twitching in her mouth, the rise and fall of my scrotum as
she teases me to the edge of orgasm, but never letting me pass
the point of no return.
	My legs are shaking from the nearness of my denied release when
she stands.  I try to hide the begging in my eyes, knowing the
pleasures to come.  She takes me to a table and I side my wrists
into loops waiting there.  I lean into the padded edge with my
hips, bending as the slack is taken out of the lines.
	Cool lubricant presses at my anus as the probe slides in.  She
saws at my insides as the slim instrument bores deeply inside,
ticking in a whole different way at my lust filled brain.  In and
out, the textures excite me and I'm incredibly turned on, yet my
penis is no longer the center of attention.
	She thrusts it in deeply and leaves it in while she considers
her next tool.  Will it be a butt plug?  Something thick to
stretch my pliant anus?  The necklace - balls on a string that
are repeatedly forced into and pulled out of me.  I cannot see
what she has picked, but after an interminable wait, something is
placed against my anus.  Like most of the more "advanced" toys in
her collection, it feels thick against my asshole.  I try to open
mysef up and accept it.
	Unh.  Unh.  Her pressure started out gentle but built quickly as
the tool penetrated my anus, that weaker outer defence, and
pressed heavily against the sphincter within.  At last the muscle
relaxes and with a long, smooth thrust she burries it in me to
the hilt.  Her silky smooth thighs press against my ass and I
know it's her strap-on that has filled me.  The penis shaped
plastic stretches me as it penetrates so deeply that I can feel
the pressure of it on my lungs.
	After a moment's respite, she begins to thrust and withdraw, and
I'm once again brought the euphoria of the dance we're doing. 
Face pressed into the maple tabletop, I groan as every sense is
heightened in time with the quickening rythm.  My erection, which
had faded earlier, has returned as I listen to the duet of my
groans and her squeeks of excitement, for she is pleasuring
herself with the dildo on the other end of the strap-on as it
sits buried deep in her own body.
	A series of sharp squeels accompanied by equally sharp stabs of
the invader as her strong hands pull her into my well used
orafice signals her orgasm.  She pulls the long toy from my anus,
replacing it with a simple butt-plug, and releases my arms.
	As she removes the strap-on, a large black affair that contrasts
with the pale skin about her cunt, I get my first chance today to
view the beauty of her form.  Her kimono has parted during her
efforts, and revealed near the top is one of her breasts.  It is
small, but stands proudly on her chest with no sagging at all. 
Her flat stomach cries out to be stroked from neck to navel,
beneath which is the most deightful patch of trimmed pubic hair,
darkened nether lips protruding in their place, moisture from her
orgasm beading in the edges and dripping down her inside leg.
	She wipes away the wetness as I sit, the plug filling me, though
not so much as she had done just before, rather a sweet accent of
fullness.
	Her lips return to my cock, more insistant this time, and I
quickly rise to the occasion.  I moan as she pulls off, my cock
in her fist as one finger taps the hard head.  Her deep brown
eyes look at me, and then speculating about something, look off
into the distance.
	A smile comes to her beautiful face.  She stands and drops the
robe from her shoulders, and I watch her nude form walk around
behind me.  She takes something from her toy-chest and I hear a
murmer of ascent as her bare feet pad back to the chair.  Her
hand takes mine from behind, then quick as lightning I find my
wrists handcuffed behind me.
	She walks around front again, a swagger in her step as she sits
down on my lap.  Her straight arms come to rest on my shoulders
and I find myself looking into her deep brown eyes, caught in
their grasp as a bird is mesmerized by a snake.
	Her eyes still glued to mine, she walks her way forward across
my lap until my iron-hard penis is pressed in her thatch of pubic
hair, squeezed tightly between her belly and mine.  With a grin
she raises herself up until the head is lined up with her hot
pink cavity.  Her outer folds are cool against the bare skin of
my dick's head, softly enveloping it as she moves ever so slowly
forwards.  Her inner heat comes next as she allows me to slide up
into her vagina.  Then her legs slide forwards again as she slips
down the shaft, her breasts finally pressing on my chest as she
pulls herself onto me as deeply as the position allows.
	Her silky-soft hair covers my face as she sits there in my lap,
her breath hot on my ear as her cunt holds my dick in a vice-like
grip.  Her arms are over my shoulders, elbows bent, holding my
head in her hands.  Small breasts, their nipples hard as stone,
press into my chest in a pattern that matches her breathing.
	Slowly now she raises up, and I know her toes can not yet reach
the foor, though she is reaching for it.  Then quickly she slams
down onto me.  I grunt both at her assault and the added pressure
of the plug being forced up into me.  She leans back then, and
watches my face as she repeats the procedure, fucking me from top
and bottom at the same time.
	Her eyes open and close as she concentrates on our mating.  I
grunt in time with her jack-hammer strokes, but she remains
silent, a mystery of hardness encasing softness.
	A sheen of sweat appears across her forehead, and a red tinge
colors her cheek; signs that an orgasm is building in her slender
frame.  Her assault is having no less of an effect on me, and I
begin to rut up into her.
	Her eyes pop open and capture mine again.  "Don't you dare cum
yet," she growls without slowing her rythm.
	I hold on, the muscles in my bound arms tensing, the pressure of
the steel cuffs leaving bruises on my wrists.
	As her thrusts become deeper the plug stimulating my prostate
splits my attention.   This doesn't make holding back easier and
I redouble my concentration as I feel the hot cum begin to boil
in my balls.
	Her insides begin to grab at me, her vagina tightening in little
spasms as her orgasm begins to arrive.
	Up and down, her motions become slower and erratic as her face
gets flushed.  The color runs down her shoulders to her breasts
and somehow in my lust-enhanced state I notice that she's holding
her breath.
	Suddenly her cunt grabs at my cock as her hands grab at my face,
pulling my lips to hers.  We kiss voraciously as she cums, her
explosion sending me over the edge.  My anus grips the plug as my
cock shoots stream after stream of the burning semen deep into
her sucking cunt.  She squeels as she feels it fill her and she
pulls me in tighter for a kiss, her rock hard nipples digging
into my chest.
	Slowly our bodies relax and we melt into each other.  Her head
sides forward to rest on my shoulder and her breathing slowly
returns to normal.
	She sits up in my lap and looks over at the door.  My eyes
follow hers across the piles of my clothing to the hastily closed
door.  She sighs with satisfaction and her arms enfold me as her
head rests again on my shoulder.
	"Welcome home," she says.
