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This story takes place about a month after my high school band director and I began having sex with each other. We had a bit of time to play with each other one evening, because her husband had left for the night to go visit one of his old friends, and he left her home alone with me and a very comfortable king sized bed. We were just laying together on her couch in the living room neither of us really paying attention to what was on the tv at the time. She said she was thirsty so I walked to the kitchen and poured us both a glass of red wine. I walked back around the corner to see her laid back on the couch naked smiling at me with one hand tweaking her nipple while the other worked on her soaking wet pussy. I just sat the glasses of wine on the counter and began to walk over to her. I grabbed her hand and removed it from her sex and began to kiss my way down her thighs. I started at her left knee and left a soft kiss every inch or so down the length Başakşehir escort bayan of her thigh, and just as I reached her sweet sex I kissed her mound just above and started my way back up her other thigh and to her right knee. I repeated this about half a dozen times getting just close enough for my hot breath to drive her wild, but I made sure to never touch her. I kissed her mound again and gently nibbled just above her clitoral hood before I started running my kisses away from her burning desire and up toward her magnificent breasts. I made sure to work my way around them kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin, but I never touched her nipples. She was fighting against my grip on her hands never letting her touch herself, but I was much stronger than her and I wouldn’t let her ruin what I was building up inside of her. She was so wet by this point that her sweet honey was dripping down and Escort Bayrampaşa leaving a small puddle on the leather couch. I grabbed her hands and stood her up, looking deep into her lust filled eyes I asked, “Do you trust me?” She didn’t say a word, all she did was smile and lean in to kiss me. I walked her to her room still holding her hands so she couldn’t touch herself, and I laid her down onto her soft bed. I knew she had a few scarves in her closet because I had gotten them for her before, so I grabbed two of them and I began to snugly tie her up to the bed posts. As I secured the second scarf I reached over to her bed side table and grabbed her sleep mask so I could slip it over her eyes. Once I was sure that I had complete control over her I knew that the games could begin. I had a three foot long peacock feather to tease her with so that I didn’t have to get onto the bed to reach her and she would Beşiktaş escort never know where the next touch was coming from. I brought light touches from the feather all over her writhing body, moving from one area to another, teasing and torturing her body until she begged me to fuck her. I propped the feather up so that the tip was lightly brushing her clit and I walked back to the kitchen to grab a cube of ice. I got onto the bed with her and popped the ice cube into my mouth, holding it in my cheek. I began kissing her breasts again, and as I took her hard sensitive nipple into my mouth I dropped the ice cube onto it, between the brushing of the feather that I had propped up and the ice on her nipple she screamed out in an orgasm and soaked her bed with her sweet juices. I got back off of the bed and removed my shorts unleashing my hard throbbing cock. I climbed back onto the bed and climbed up on top of her, resting my throbbing member between her amazing breasts, finally taking off her blindfold. The lust in her eyes had taken over and she brought her mouth straight down onto my head expertly swirling and sucking me. I reach up and untie her hands, as I release them they immediately come down and she uses them to massage her breasts against my shaft.
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