Sarah - Part Nineteen

It was a Friday night at the end of spring break from school. Sarah had found a place to live in upstate New York, completed most of her school work, and was looking forward to her graduation and new job. She was relaxed, happy and horny, and had planned an evening of pleasure for the two of us. A blanket was placed on the living room floor. The toys were organized next to the big leather chair in the living room. And, Sarah had tied my wrists to the chair arms. For the next forty-five minutes, she teased me with her mouth, tongue, hands, fingers, and toys, some of which she had bought just a few days before. Sarah brought me to the edge several times without letting me cum. She was a master at teasing and knew just when I was about to cum. A half dozen or more times, Sarah would stop any teasing just as I was about to cum. Finally, and I think eager to get on with her own torture and sweet agony, she used both hands to very lightly stroke my shaft until I screamed that I was going to cum. I arched my neck and back, held on, and spewed gobs of cum all over her, myself and the blanket. Having just experienced one of those mind-blowing, intense orgasms, I was resting back in the chair, trying to catch my breath. Sarah straddling me and tried to bury her tongue down my throat. Cum that had been on her face was now on my lips, chin and cheeks, as Sarah smothered me in kisses. She held a breast to my mouth and begged me to suck on her hard nipple. She whispered to me how much she wanted to be teased and fucked, and how I should make her beg to cum. I think Sarah expected that I would take her over to the living room couch, lay her on the floor and tie her wrists to the couch leg, as we had done once before. I wanted something different this time. I would still restrain Sarah; there was never any question about that. But at that particular time restraints weren?t necessary. Nor did I want to take the time to tie her to the couch and lose the moment. Sarah couldn?t wait to be teased and fucked. I stood, lifting Sarah by her ass as she clung to me, turned and put her down on the chair where I had been sitting. I pulled her forward a little, and bent her legs back so her ankles were by her ears I was ready. I knew what Sarah wanted. We had talked about playing and teasing several times and she was not shy about telling me what I should do and how I should do it. I ran my fingers lightly over Sarah?s inner thighs, and around the cheeks of her ass, dragging my fingernails, but stopping before I touched her wet slit or puckered hole. Sarah liked the soft stroking; it drove her wild and gave her chills. She would watch me do it, moan when I didn?t touch any of her sensitive parts, and would push her pussy and ass up towards me to try and get me to touch the places that she needed touched. She seemed more turned on, more aroused, more sensitive to my touch than usual. Maybe it was because she was relaxed and happy and in a good mood. Or, maybe it was because she had just spent almost an hour teasing me, denying me any release, and then watching me cum. Whatever the reason, she was sitting before me, wet, wanting, willing to do anything, and shaking with anticipation. Sarah is not a gusher. Never had I seen juices gushing out of her pussy, even when her orgasms were intense. She did, however, get very wet. Even before I started, her juices were oozing mersin escort down her slit, over her asshole and dripping slowly onto the chair. Her lips were spread open like flower petals. Her love pearl protruded past the little hood that hid the sensitive bud. The swollen red bud was bigger than I had ever observed. I ran two fingers of my right hand up and down her drenched slit, taking care not to touch her clit or slide my fingers into her love canal. I also wet two fingers on my other hand and slowly ran them over and around her puckered hole. Sarah watched me play with her sensitive parts and shifted her body around on the chair. ?Put your fingers in my pussy, Michael,? she directed. I did not, and continued to play with her slit and asshole. Sarah grabbed for my hands in an attempt to either push my fingers into her holes or to finger her holes herself. I pushed her hands away, and told her to not to try that again or I would stop. I teased and tickled her pussy lips and her puckered hole for several minutes, denying Sarah the penetration she wanted. I licked her pussy, running the tip of my tongue up her slit, touching her clit lightly. I could not see Sarah?s reaction. But, I could hear her make wonderful noises, and I could feel her body shake with each stroke of my tongue as her tension grew. She grabbed my head with both of her hands and tried to push my face down into her love hole. I stopped and let her calm down. More licking and sucking on her clit, tickling her pucker hole with my fingers, and some pinching and twisting of a nipple, and Sarah was brought to a higher level of need. The toys were next. But first, I needed to tie her to the chair. Using the same restraints she used on me, I tied her wrists to the arms of the chair. I used her own, hand-made restraint with the soft, wool cuffs and leather strapping, to tie her ankles back by her head, with her legs spread and her pussy and ass fully exposed. Once she was tied up and the restraints secured, I proceeded to lovingly torture Sarah, starting with the hair brushes. Despite the difference in the bristles, each brush provided a soothing, yet stimulating feeling when lightly touched to Sarah?s body. Care, of course, had to be taken with sensitive nipples and pussy lips. Only my brush, the one with the soft bristles, was used to slowly stroke and tease those parts. Sarah watched me slide the brushes over her body. She moaned each time I caressed her nipples and swollen lips with the bristles. There were two scarves. One was wet with my pre-cum. The other, while damp, was still usable. Just as Sarah had dragged the scarf over the head of my cock, making my swollen head all red and sensitive, I dragged the silk-like material over her hard nipples, again and again, causing them to turn a bright red and become highly sensitive to touch. When playing with Sarah?s pussy, however, the scarf is best used when it is folded and forms a long band of fabric about an inch wide. I had used the scarf in this manner on Sarah before. She watched with great anticipation as I folded the scarf to fit into her wet slit. ?You?re such a tease,? she said.?Making me watch and wait when you know how much I want it.? The folded scarf is placed length-wise inside a lady?s pussy and slowly run up and down. One must take care, however. Used in this fashion, the scarf material also mersin escort bayan runs over a lady?s very sensitive clit, and the friction of the material can become too much to take, both pleasure and pain wise. Sarah likes a slow, steady sliding of the scarf material up and down, until the pleasure/pain threshold becomes too much for her to take. ?God, that feels so good. Do it a little faster. Yes. Yes. Like that.? Judge for yourself how much to use the scarf in this way, and how much pressure to place on the lady?s clit. It may eventually cause the lady?s pleasure to morph into pain; it may also cause her to experience an intense orgasm. As we progressed through the toys and teasing, great care had to be taken to watch Sarah closely. My experience had been that Sarah arrived at the point of no return after about a half hour to forty minutes of teasing. Once she reached that point, she typically could not take much more and could cum at any time. On the other hand, while she was moaning and making other wonderful noises, had beads of sweat formed on her forehead and cheeks, and had that erotic look of pleasure on her face, she had not yet begun to beg for release. I would not let her cum until and unless she begged and pleaded. I checked her restraints and continued. A combination of the small vibrator buzzing around, but not on, her clit and two fingers slowly sliding into her asshole, and Sarah was ready to explode. She squirmed with pleasure, tugged hard on her restraints, swore at me, cried, pleaded and finally begged me to let her cum. I continued with the vibrator and anal play, doing both in slow motion, as I watched. The intensity of the pleasure was evident on Sarah?s red, sweaty face. Each time she was about to cum I either slowed down or stopped all together. She swore; she yelled and screamed; she begged. But there was more teasing to be done; much more. As I reached for the two feathers I heard Sarah moan with anticipation and frustration. She had seen the effect the artificial feathers had on me, and she knew that the feathers were going to drive her crazy; that she was about to be pushed to the next level of need and lust. She also knew that no matter how much she begged, I would not let her cum. Sarah could barely contain herself as I lightly dragged a feather tip up her slit. She almost went over the edge as the feather tip was lightly brushed over her sensitive pearl. Tears and sweat rolled down her cheeks as she held her breath. Pussy juice flowed down her lips to her asshole and beyond to the chair. Pleasure, frustration and anticipation were all part of her facial expression. Her teeth were clenched and her jaw locked. The feather tip dragged along her slit was hard for her to endure. The tip brushed over her clit almost made her cry with pleasure. But she and I both knew that the real magic of this game began with the feather tip touching and probing her asshole. I ran the tip around Sarah?s hole, tickling that sensitive area. Then I pushed the tip into her asshole itself and wiggled it around. The sensation and pleasure was so intense that Sarah?s whole body arched, twisted and twitched with each touch of the feather. She swore, her body tensed and jerked, and she pulled on her restraints. She cried for relief, and ultimately begged me to put something, anything, into her asshole. She did escort mersin not care what. I slid a single finger, and then two, into her asshole, and she let out a long, slow moan of pleasure. It was time to push Sarah into a whole new world of pleasure and frustration by toying with her very sensitive asshole. I used one of the anal probes Sarah had bought; a slender, ribbed dildo made just for anal play. I put some K-Y oil on the dildo and slid it into her asshole all the way up to its hilt. There was little, if any resistance. While slender, the dildo was still wider than two fingers, and helped to open her hole for the next anal toy. I was in no rush. The ribbed anal dildo was doing a very good job of making Sarah squirm and moan with pleasure. Sarah watched and grunted as I slide the dildo in and out of her hole, each rib on the dildo making a soft popping noise as it slid past her loosening sphincter. Sarah?s facial expression was one of pure pleasure. Her eyes wilted until they were half closed. She had that little crooked smile on her lips. Her face was red. And her body glistened with a coating of sweat. She rode the dildo, enjoying the sensations it created as it slid into her hole. Sarah was now deep into that place we all go to just before our orgasm consumes us with pleasure. That place where nothing else matters but the impending explosion of pleasure that will ripple through our body and provide us with the release that we crave. She almost came. I stopped. She let out a long, low groan of frustration as her body twitched at the brink of her explosion. ?Please. Please let me cum,? she begged. ?I?ll do whatever you want.? We had reached the negotiation phase of the game of edging and denial. When Sarah is desperate, she knows what to say; what buttons to push to try and get what she wants. She would say and do anything to get me to let her cum. She was never shy about expressing her wants and desires. ?Fuck me any way you want. I?ll suck your cock as many times as you want. Tell me what you want and I?ll do it. Do you want to fuck Maggie again? I can get her to do it. Fuck us both. I can get two more girls. You can fuck all three of us.? Like the ancient Greek seamen of myth, lured by the enchanting music of the sirens, Sarah plied me with detailed promises and suggestions hoping that she could seduce me into giving her the release she craved. Unlike many unfortunate Greek seamen, I ignored her. ?Will you suck my cock every day?" I asked, fighting back in a way. ?Yes. Yes.? ?Will you let me take more pictures of your pussy?? ?Yes. Anything you want.? ?Can I fuck you in the ass?? ?Yes. Anytime you want.? I was surprised by the affect of the anal dildo, which I was using for the first time. Perhaps it is the ribs that form a coil around it. Whatever the case, it turned out to be a wonderful toy with which to tease Sarah. For several minutes, I slid the toy slowly in and out of her hole, twisting it, and providing her with such pleasure that her body twisted, turned and jerked. She begged me to do it faster and harder. Suddenly, in the middle of a long moan, Sarah yelled that she was going to cum. I stopped just before she went over the edge. Sarah expressed her frustration with cries of disbelief that I had stopped just when she was about to cum, threw her head back against the chair and screamed a few un-ladylike swear words directed at me. There was another anal toy that was also new and never used. I saved it for last, as it appeared to me to be the most intimidating. This was the cone-shaped toy. At the tip, there was a small, smooth ball about the size of a pea, which was connected to other balls.