Archive for February, 2008

Petite and busty teen

Friday, February 29th, 2008

When he began, his hands barely went half way up her thigh. She was amazed at how much this focused her attention on her sex. Each time his hands came a half inch closer, she was terribly aware of the closer intrusion. She tried pulling her knees together, but she was bound too well. She couldn't help herself. She tried several times, reveling in the contact and the inability to protect herself from his attentions. When he had closed to within inches of her sex, she found herself trying to stretch down to meet his fingers as they rose higher. She was doing it for the third time when she became aware of it. When his fingers finally touched her sex, she found that she was embarassingly wet, and very near orgasm, having been touched only once.

Girl bound and fucked

Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

He began rubbing her stomach, his hand coming dangerously close to her sex, but never actually doing more than brushing the top of her pubic hair. Again she felt her hips begin to move. She had expected that it would be easier to hide what he was happening to her body because of what he was doing to her. Her body was betraying her again. When his hands began to rub the inside of her thighs, she began to moan again. He kept approaching her sex, but not quite touching it. He shifted position, she could feel the bed depress beneath her. He was between her legs. She felt his hands sliding up and down her thighs. He was rubbing, firmly but gently, the inside of her thighs, beginning at the knees. His hands massaged the muscles beginning just inside her knee, progressing slowly up her thigh.

Teen Girl In Bondage

Sunday, February 24th, 2008

His hands continued to tease her breasts. Each contact came as a surprise because of the blindfold. The warmth in her stomach kept moving lower. Two things were happening. Her mound was crying out to be touched and, even without a touch, she could feel an orgasm building. She wanted to cause some friction on her sex. Her feet were tied apart so well that this was impossible. Without a thought on her part, her hips began to move. He seemed to know how close she was. He would slow down or remove his hands whenever her orgasm began to approach too quickly. She loved the delicious tension of it. He placed the flat of his hand on her stomach just below the ribs. Spreading his hand out as far as he could he slowly began to move down her abdomen. His hand had not even reached her pubes when she began to come. She was fairly quiet, but she knew it was obvious to him what had happened. All contact ceased. She spent a moment waiting for him to begin again. The cold drop of water fell on the edge of her slit. For the next few seconds all of her senses were concentrated on her sex. The second and third drops accentuated it.

Hot busty babe caught in bdsm action

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

His eyes fell upon me immediately. A few picoseconds later, he saw the collar around my neck in all its splendor. "My life is over," I thought. I still hadn't thought of a plausible explanation for this. Mr. Johnson started to walk slowly and deliberately over to me, his eyes fixed on the collar. Fifteen agonizing seconds later, he was standing next to me. I thought the guy sitting next to me was going to have a siezure stifling all his giggles. I continued to work, acting as though there were nothing the least bit unusual about my predicament. Finally, he spoke. "What. The. HELL! Is. That??!" he said. I don't know how I thought of what I said. In fact, I'm pretty sure I didn't know what I was going to say until just as I was saying it. I'm even more amazed that Johnson actually bought it and didn't fire me on the spot. I turned to face him calmly, with total nonchalance, exuding complete confidence in what I was about to say, even though I didn't know what it was yet. I didn't even miss a beat. "Grounding strap," I said, and returned to work. The guy next to me fell off his chair and nearly died laughing.

Blonde hottie in bondage

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

As it happened, three of my co-workers visited for what-not. All of them immediately noticed the collar (it would be pretty hard not to), and asked if it was my girlfriend's idea. I said yes. They asked what I would say if my supervisor saw it. I said I hadn't the faintest idea. One of the aforementioned colleagues took the bench next to me, and after a few remarks (and a question as to where he could get a collar like the one I had), settled down to work in silence. After some time, I checked my watch. 16:40. "Gee, I just might make it through this after all," I thought. I was even beginning to get a handle on the problem with the board on which I was working. Murphy must have been standing right behind me reading my thoughts, for not more than two minutes later one of my bosses entered the room. And not just any boss. Noooooooo. This was Mr. Narrowminded himself. This was the guy who took Lifespring *and* became a born-again fundamentalist. How he came to have the power of hire-and-fire over us is one of the Great Mysteries of The Universe. We avoided this guy at all costs.