Mattress mover surrenders

The second time she licked my ass I nearly fainted.
I both feared and relished the possibility that she'd do it a third time.

I was in a state of high elation.  I was restrained diagonally to a mattress
in the middle of her living room, leather cuffs on wrists and ankles, two
bungee cords connecting wrists and ankles, running under the corners of the
mattress.

How did this start, is a question I must relate.

I had arrived that morning to see her a second time.  It had been a few
months since, and it was much colder, so I was dressed more.  I had
approached apartment at the appointed time, and she opened the door to my
knock.  I entered... my glasses fogged up to the heat, blurring my ability to
see much.

She took the bag of toys I removed from my backpack, and my coat as I removed
it.  I bent over to untie my boots, and she stood next to me, stroked my ass
through my jeans.  I hurried up on the boots and stepped out of my boots, and
stood up straight... she removed my glasses and pressed me against the inside
of the door... she kissed me very gently.

The gentle kiss was a distraction, and so it was a surprise to me that my
buckle and zipper had been breached, and my pants fell to the floor.  I gave
an "oh", in surprised, and noticed her lips pressed hungrily against mine.
Pleasantly cool hands wandered over my sweater, and then pulled my shirt
sweater off,  discarding the clothing in some corner of the couch.

Pausing for breath, she took my hand, and led me to the couch to sit, and
sitting astride me, began to whisper in my ear.

"I was worried you would not return... usually two hour appointments
result in twice the pleasure.", she purred.
"I think you still owe me some pleasure, and I am going to esstract it",
she lovingly hissed.  Was she a bit of a latina cat, I wondered.

Her lacy body suit pressed against my chest as she sat side ways on me,
her legs stretched out on the couch next to me.  Her swolen bossom presses
against my bare chest, while her arm is wrapped around behind my shoulders.
My arm wraps around her bottom as she snuggles against me.
Despite the early hour, we sipped some wine.

With an intense, but barely audible whisper she instructed me.
With great reluctance she got out of my lap, and I felt a loss greater than
hers, but a brief and very gropy hug restores my go.
In socks and underwear, I went into her bedroom.  I found her mattress
stripped of bed clothing, and the pillows pilled on a chair.  I slid the
mattress towards me so that I could reach the other side... A hand groped my
ass a bit as I leaned into it.  I lift with my legs, and quickly got the
mattress vertical, between two arms.  I navigated towards the doorway, and
then bent my knees and legs to shuffle sideways through.
I placed the mattress down in the space between her couch and kitchen table.
She threw a fitted mattress at me, and I got the idea.  I spread it out, and
got down on my knees to crawl around to pull the fitted part over the edges.

As I finished this, I found I she had grabbed the ankle and wrist bracelets,
and was doing them up.  She enthusiasm!  Within another minute I found myself
in the position I described above: spread-eagle, face down.  Still wearing
underwear though.... she removed my socks.

She crawled on top of me, askew so that a knee was in my crotch, and her
mons rubbed hungrily against my ass.  She ran her hands all over me.
She expressed her pleasure at having me over previously, and thanked me for
my oral expertise.  She lamented that I had not orgasmed, and explained that
if I wanted to return to her bedroom, I'd have to make up for that lapse.

While I had been arranging the fitted sheet, she had pulled a laundry basket
to within her arms reach.  It had all of her needed items, plus all the items I
had brought.  Fit fitted sheet was a satiny material, and was quite pleasant,
but not quite as nice as the lace that she wore.

It's difficult to properly explain what happened next.  To simply say that I
was subjected to an erotic full body massage which resulted in me ejaculating
in her hand would be accurate, but that would be a whole inadequate
description.
So many questions... For instance, how did she remove my shorts when my feet
were tied up?   She started off very soft, with powder on my still cold skin,
and we finished off slippery, but not oily, and where had the powder gone?

I know that there were fingers all over me, first firm relaxing me into
blissful submission, and then soft and teasing making me catch my breath with
anticipation.   And then her soft skin would press against me, firmly
pressing me down, rubbing me and teasing me to spread, lift and make my ass,
cock and thighs vulnerable to her touch.  Then abruptly, she would spank,
pinch or hush me down again.  How dare I think she was ready take me that
way?   But, then it would repeat.   How many times through the cycle of
relaxation, submission and anticipation occured, I don't know.

That first ejaculation, the climax of climaxes, was almost in some ways
anti-climatic, as it was simply the right stroke at the right time, and then
total submission and relaxation.  I found myself laying on the sheet,
cock still hard, when her again on top of me, breathing relaxation into my
ear.    She had prepared a bowl of warm scented water and a cloth, and she
sweetly washed my shaft, balls, legs and ass.

I would learn that the scented oil she rubbed on afterwards had a savory
taste, and it was this taste that she received when she licked my ass the
first time.  In the process of oiling me, she had flipped around, feet
legs and ass sitting on my back, and hands stroking my buttocks.

She place a rolled up towel under each hip, lifting my ass up in the way that
I had previously so desired.... my cock seeming to float happily in the newly
available space.   It was in this position that she lay down, a hand on
each hip to control me, and in which her tongue first made contact with my
anus.

The moan I made was deep, long, and left me totally breathless.

"You liked that", she observed, adjusting herself in a provocative way.
I felt he rubbing her mons against my shoulder blade, her knees bent to
pin me down.  Her nipples glided across the small of my back, and her fist
found it's way onto my shaft.  And she waited.  One breath. Two. Three...
only she she didn't finish that breath, she struck her tongue across my ass.
It was long... she pressed me down with much of her weight... and at the same
time, her fist slide up my shaft, forcing me to take all of the lick.

"I'm gonna do that a third time", she told me once I had recovered enough to
hear her.  "But first...", she rumaged through the toys, and returned with
the penis pump that I had recently acquired.  She put a bit of lube on it,
and then slid it under me... Three squeezes and my already hard cock was now
inside it, as far as it could go.   I had been a bit disappointed at the toy,
my first pump, as it didn't really go to a very high pressure, and once the
initial rush of the instant growth was over, there was very little in the way
of stimulation.

"There.... now you'll stay hard, and you won't worry about making any mess",
she explained, rather matter-of-factly.  How did she know me so well?

With both hands now free, she spent some more time stroking my ass, opening
me up with a finger or two... with two fingers she found and stroked my
prostrate.  I was comfortable being that vulnerable, and yet I was also
anxious, as prostrate stimulation always makes me feel like I had to pee.
"Talk to me.", she commanded, sensing my anxiety in the clenching of my ass.

I tried to explain about needing to pee, but it was in one word utterances.
"That's okay.  The pump will collect it all if you pee.  I'll bet you cum
though".. and with that confident and very certain accomodation of my
concern, I felt my anxiety decline, and for the first time, the prostrate
strokings took on a pleasure of their own.

She removed her fingers, and inserted a toy.  I think it was the
chain-of-beads, and it went way in really easily.  She seemed impressed, as
there were happy expresses of "nice", and "mmm!"...  partway in, I felt her
tongue on my ass... and then suddenly, she bit my ass.

As I lay astonished from the surprise bite, she spanked me in the same spot.
It smarted!   And then she licked that spot.  A slight further push, and
the beads were all the way in, and at that point, she rolled off of me.
I didn't know that my shoulder blade would miss the rubbing of her mons so
much until she had gone.

She sat back on her knees to assess the situation.   She liked what she
saw, and told me that.  She lay down next to me, her hand on the small of my
back.  She made me turn my head to face her, and she began to kiss my face.

"Soon, I'll take you into my bedroom, and then you'll become devoted to only
my pleasure", she purred quietly to me.  She was clearly not, however, in a
rush.   She slowly rolled on top of me, her mons again finding a spot against
my upper-thigh to press, and the handle of the beaded-anal-plug being pushed
gently by her leg.  She lay on top of me, sharing the maximum amount of
skin possible.  "People need skin contact... I think you suffer from
touch deprivation"... "but I sure like touching you"

"Especially here", she passed her hand up my thigh, across the hip, teased
the side of my stomach.  "What's this", she wondered with pretend innocence
as she found the squeeze pump of the penis pump.  She squeezed it a few
times, and a new found urgency returned to my cock.   Her hand then returned
to my skin, finding new spots to rub... she shifted her weight so that she
was more to my left side... and her hand roamed to the more sacred spot on my
body.  The patch between ass and balls known as the taint.

"Should I touch you here?", she asked, as her finger pantomined doing exactly
that.  "Please", I moaned.  "No talking", she answered, silencing me with a
kiss.  I yearned for the touch, and she knew it...  One finger danced nearby,
but she didn't touch me... instead she tugged on the handle of the beads, and
one pulled out of my ass.  The passing of beads out of my ass was always a
huge pleasureable release, and she celebrated that release by stroking my
taint with all four fingers... holding it for a tantalizing few seconds.

"Did you like that?" she queried. "Yes, you did. You definitely liked that.
... and I liked doing that. "   With the movement, the feeling of having to
pee returned, but this time I just accepted it, and it grew.  I began to moan.
"Oh, yes!" she explained as she felt the tension in my grow.
She sat up, and pulled on the beads, removing them quickly, and inserted
her other thumb... She had a hand on me... she completely controlled me
with a thumb in my ass, and four fingers on the taint... she squeeze, and...
I came.