Post Show Dinner and a Play — Living with Honey and Anne, Episode 7
I was a little surprised. I got the impression from mom that you always had a hard on for her.
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Anne kissed me and eased herself off the arm of the office chair. She said, “I’m thinking about dinner. You?”
“Now that you mention it, I’m famished.”
As she walked toward the door of the office, I couldn’t help staring at her in those shiny red stilettos. Her shapely legs were covered with dark, seamed stockings. She was so damn sexy looking in them with her tight, black pencil skirt and starched white blouse. “You take care of your clothes and get dressed while I start the food. See you downstairs with Honey in about 15?”
“Perfect,” I said as I slid on my boxers and shirt. As she left the room I grabbed my briefcase in my left hand and laid my jacket, pants and belt over my left forearm. I grabbed my shoes in my right hand. I left the ropes for Anne or Honey to take care of.
I went into our room and hung my suit in the closet and threw the rest of my clothes in the hamper. I washed my face and brushed my hair then jumped into a set of warm ups that was waiting for my time in our basement gym.
I walked down the balcony hall past Anne’s office and the guest room to get Honey. Knock, knock. “Mom’s getting dinner together. Are you at a stopping point?”
The door flew open and Honey sprang out, kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand. I guess she was ready. We skipped quickly down the stairs around the corner and into the kitchen.
We saw three big bowls of romaine. Slices of chilled, grilled chicken breast, anchovies and the chopped red onion I like were arrayed in dishes around the bowls. There was also a grater with Romano cheese waiting to be sprinkled on the assembled salads. Anne was at the blender finishing the Caesar dressing. The smell of the garlic toast crisping in the oven caused my mouth to water in anticipation.
The table was set with place mats, silverware and tall glasses of ice water garnished with sliced cucumber. Ding. Anne pulled the garlic toast from the oven and put it on the rack to cool. She drizzled the dressing from the blender pitcher onto the lettuce and said, “go ahead and put your fixin’s on, grab some toast and let’s sit down and eat.”
As we took our usual chairs, Honey was the first to speak, “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“I can’t lie, that was the most unusual welcome home I’ve ever experienced. How did you come up with the idea?”
“It really was for my Human Sexuality psychology class. We were given a research assignment on the topic of Social Norms in Modern Sexuality. We have to present our results either as a speech or a skit or something else. Mom and I have had lots of talks over the past year or two on what’s good sex and what’s not. What’s supposedly normal and what gets classified as fetish.
“I told mom my idea and asked if she’d be willing to help. She said yes, but laid down some ground rules.”
Anne added, “I told her that she could not show genitalia or anyone’s face. She said that almost fit with what she had in mind and that it maybe made things even more interesting.”
“Right. I was going to have mom in a mask to be the anonymous mistress, but having you completely blind let me play more on the idea of sensory deprivation. Then it all just came together. I truly didn’t know how you would respond to any of the stimuli. I was a little surprised. I got the impression from mom that you always had a hard on for her.”
“Ha ha ha. Very funny, you two,” I said. “I’m glad we didn’t have to disprove that myth for your assignment. What else was part of the plan?”
“Well, I was limited by the teacher to using only 15 minutes for my presentation and since we had to stay R rated, Mom said it would be nice if we came up with a reward for you after we were done with the recording. I came up with the idea of giving you the blow job and Mom had the idea of her focusing on your mouth while I used the feather to make it all flow together. Did you like your reward?”
“It was amazing, but it’s hard to believe all that time under the hood was only 15 minutes. It seemed to last for hours. You two did an amazing job.”
Anne asked Honey to clear up the table so we could go finish some business upstairs. I pulled out Anne’s chair and bent down and slid my left arm under her thighs. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I put my right arm behind her back and I carried her up to our room.
As I was laying her on our bed I whispered in her ear, “May I tie you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she purred, “and hurry; I want it so bad after the excitement of this afternoon.”
I laid her across the bed with her feet dangling off the side of the bed facing the bathroom. I walked to the other side of the bed and pulled up the looped rope we keep hidden behind the mattress. I took her right wrist and secured it. Then at the foot of the bed I pulled up the rope that is attached to the leg of the bed and tied her left wrist. Her arms were at 45 degree angles so at the moment she is a big Y.
At the other side of the bed, I tried to tie her legs, but her pencil skirt was blocking the way. I reached behind her waist and unzipped it. Then I pulled it up over her hips so her legs would move. I was happy to see I wasn’t going to have to deal with panties. So I knelt down and removed her stilettos and slipped each foot into a loop and pulled them apart (I left the ropes at floor level on the side of the bed so I could keep her pussy near the edge). Now she was a giant X folded over the edge of the bed.
I left the room for a moment to fetch the ostrich feather from her office. When I returned, I closed and locked the door and removed my warm up suit; I was naked like a slave, but although she is dressed like a mistress, she’s the one in bondage and about to be tortured.
I started the tickling at her feet; tickling through the stockings right at the tops of her toes and up and down her instep. Her reflexes caused her toes to curl and her legs to test the range of her bonds as she tried to resist the stimulus. I continued tickling her until she got used to the sensation then I moved up the inside and down the outside of her calves. I did a few turns of tickling on her inner thighs and noticed the glistening of her pussy juice starting to ooze from her lips. This might be a good time to stop for a few minutes.
I put down the feather and crawled up onto the bed to unbutton her blouse. My cock brushed her pubic hair and she arched up trying to meet it. I loved the feeling of her bush brushing my stiff cock right at its tip. Before I could unbutton her, I had to unbunch the blouse from where her skirt pushed it up. I opened the blouse as far as it would go finally exposing her from her shoulders to her waist. As always there was no bra, so I could see her erect nipples standing firm in the cool air of our room.
I grabbed the plume and resumed my tickle torture. Lying across the bed on my left side, I brushed the feather lightly on her neck just below her right ear. I traced her jawline down to her chin and back to her ear.
When I got to her ear, she flinched and said, “Oh! Stop, please. I can’t take this I just need a good fucking, please!”
“I don’t think you’re quite ready yet. And besides we haven’t got to your 15 minutes yet. Heh heh heh.”
I did relent from putting the feather in her ear, but I wasn’t done tickling. There was still a lot more of her delicious body to touch. I moved my attention to the area around her neck and shoulders then down between her breasts to the top of her pubic area. I watched the goose bumps develop as I moved the feather along. Anne was writhing clearly working herself up for a major climax.
Feeling satisfied that I had explored every inch of her bare skin with the feather; I put it on the night stand and again knelt at the side of the bed between her legs. I rested my forearms on her thighs to test the height: too low. I grabbed our pillows from the head of the bed and slid them under her buttocks. Just right. She tried to arch in as I leaned in to give her fragrant pussy a kiss. Yeah, she’s ready.
“Are you going to give me your hot tongue, dear?” she asked. “I would love to cum on your hot tongue right now.”
“Yes, I’m going to fuck your pussy with my tongue, but you aren’t going to cum right now.”
With that I proceeded to lightly lick around her labia. I drew circles with my tongue from her clit down one side around her asshole and up the other side. Then around her clit, and back down again. Anne was rocking her pelvis daring me to insert my tongue or fingers to help her cum. I resisted for several cycles. I know if her hands were free, she would have grabbed my head and held me in place for her to fuck my face.
I felt my cock pulsing as I was near orgasm too. I sat back and tickled the tops of her thighs lightly with my fingertips for a few minutes until my spasms subsided. Then I resumed my licking. This time, I took my thumbs and opened her labia and licked her wet pussy, still gently, but I was inside and making her even wetter. Her pelvis again strained to make better contact. When I could feel the muscles inside her contracting, I withdrew again.
This time I stood then crawled onto the bed beside her. She could feel my hot cock throbbing on her hip as I leaned over her and kissed her.
She raised her head to receive the kiss and pleaded, “Please, please, please! Just fuck me; I can’t stand it any longer.”
“Okay, I have almost finished what I have in mind. I have something I want you to watch, ready?”
She looked at me and noticed that I had started lightly stroking my cock and balls. I had my right hand with my thumb and forefinger around the top of my scrotum pulling gently downward and away from my body. My left hand was gripping my cock with a light pressure, thumb and forefinger toward the base, pinkie toward the head pulling gently up and away from my body (It’s interesting stroking with my left hand, it’s almost as if another person is doing it, I’m so used to the feel of my right hand).
Each stroke starts closest to my body and goes out. A single stroke in a single direction each time. Slow exquisite strokes that Anne had perfected on me.
“Oh,” she said, “Oh I want that so badly, please.”
I continued the slow measured stroking she had done so many times before, but without taking the breaks she usually does. I could see Anne rocking her pelvis in time with the stroking. We were both on edge.
Anne continued watching me and writhing in anticipation when I finally released on her chest. I spasmed as the load emerged. My cock was so sensitive as I stroked at the same tempo through the entire load.
As I finished my orgasm, she bit her lip and verbalized, “Ooooh, you’re cruel. Please let me cum.”
My cock was still throbbing as I climbed off the bed. I got down on my knees and buried my face in her pussy again. I just can’t get enough of her aroma. I dipped two fingers into her pussy, gently pushed up on her G-spot until she moaned. I drew them out dripping with her juice. I carefully licked them, savoring the salty flavor then put my tongue as deep as it would go. Anne’s pelvis was rocking as she fucked my tongue. I could feel her nearing orgasm again, so I pulled my face away.
“Damn you!” she said through her teeth.
“Heh heh.” I bent down and released her legs from the bindings. I want her legs free as we finish this game. I stood up in front of her and inserted my still stiff cock into her hot, hot pussy. “All right lover, now when you cum is up to you.”
She lifted her feet off the floor and put them on my buttocks to lock me in place. She didn’t want to take the chance that this was another tease. She pulled me in until she got maximum contact and started grinding her pussy and clit on my cock and pubic bone. As she was grinding, I leaned forward and kissed her nipples in turn. I licked up the pool of semen on her chest and leaned forward to kiss her. She knew what was coming and hungrily sucked the thick fluid off my tongue.
As close as I thought she was to the edge, I had thought she would release sooner, but I think she knew my cock was well past over stimulated. She could feel me shivering as I tried to deal with the sensation. She let herself ride me through a long low-intensity orgasm.
She whispered, “Push me further up onto the bed.”
“Sure.” I put my hands under her lower back and lifted her back. When I got her to the middle of the bed, the tension on her wrists was released, so I undid the bonds.
Anne said, “Thanks, Love. Now I can finish the way I like.”
With that she swung her hips and rolled me onto my back. She straddled me and put her hands on my shoulders while she vigorously rocked her pelvis on my cock and threw herself into a violent orgasm.
“Mmmm, mmmmm, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes!”When she finally released, she leaned forward kissing her way up my chest until she laid her head and said, “Wow. I guess there is room in our relationship for some role reversal. You have really learned the art of teasing.”
“Thanks love. I had a good teacher.”
We awoke the next morning still locked in our embrace.
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