Delta OriginalChapter 20 Unhealthy Visitors
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You will lie on the bed and watch as I disrobe slowly for you. As I stand before you arms folded I ask you to rise. I take you over to face the mirror. I stand behind you. My lips caress your neck as my hands wander over the outside of your clothes, gently caressing. I undo your skirt, it falls to the ground and you step out of it. My hands roam slowly over the skin revealed. Feel my tip against your cheeks. I gently caress your inner thighs and your cheeks bare from the blue G string. My tongue probes your ear and the nape of your neck.
I slowly undo your blouse and, as it falls apart, we can see the black lace bra in the mirror. My hands slowly run the blouse down off your shoulders and dance over the exposed skin as I gently nibble your neck and shoulders. I stand behind you, unclip your bra and it falls forward, exposing your orbs. I cup your breasts with my hands, feeling their weight. I squeeze gently and run my fingers over the nipples. I knead them and softly pinch the nipples teasingly. As I continue kissing your neck you watch my hands roving in the mirror. You feel my hardness running up and down the crack of your arse, over the string between your cheeks.
My hands touch the G string. I hook in my thumbs and slide it slowly down your thighs to the floor. My hands drawing circles rise slowly up from your ankles, along your calves, pausing at your inner thighs, then move around and up over your belly to again cup those magnificent breasts. I pause to admire your total nakedness in the mirror. My hand ventures slowly down to your moist slit; feeling the smoothness of the your shaved mound; before running, sliding up and down your swelling lips. Gently I part them; and admire the view of you, of your body, of your sex, in the mirror. My hands move around and explore the crack of your gorgeous arse; running up and down, pausing at the brown ring of your gripping anus. I lead you gently but firmly over to the bed.
As you lie naked, stretched out on the bed I stand at the foot massaging my cock. I order you to masturbate for me.
Initially you are reluctant, reserved, shy; it’s all part of the game. Then your hand moves to your mound, to your sex and you begin in your old familiar way, fingers dipping, pleasure rising; my voyeuristic and your exhibitionist needs both met.
As you emerge from that orgasm induced haze you notice me delving in a black bag. You are about to ask as I withdraw a number of silk ties. You begin to ask, as I say "be quiet and you will find out". As I loop one tie to the top bed post you open your mouth to protest but a look from me and you change your mind. I tie your left wrist to the post and walk around to the other and do the same with the right. I go down to the foot and tie first one, then the other ankle to the posts. You are now naked spread eagled on the bed. Helpless.
From the look in your eyes I see the question, and I ask " do you trust me"? As I have my fingers to my lips you take the hint and just nod. I pick up a blindfold and place it over your eyes. I ask if the bonds are too tight and you shake your head. You lay there and we both contemplate your position. You can hear noises but cannot tell what or where they are from. You feel a mouth suddenly on the inside of your ankle. Just a feather kiss and a nibble. Slowly the mouth works its way up to your calf. Feel good? Feels excellent! You puzzle at more slight noises. And suddenly there is another mouth on your other ankle. Shock! Surprise! Questions run amok in your mind. “Hey, what’s going on?" A sharp pinch on your nipple is the answer and you fall silent. You slowly relax in trust, and enjoy the two tongues, the lips caressing your calves. Slowly upward they travel to just below the knee; you squirm slightly as the warmth flows over you. You can still hear noises, you think.
The tongues pause. You feel one now on your wrist. They have changed places? But no, one mouth has started again above your knees. The lips have reached your elbow now. Then moves. Now there are two on your legs, one each. Just feathering and licking. Slowly sliding up your thighs the tongues work in circles. Higher and higher towards your pussy; but then they wander away, dabbing the crease of your thighs, and flow of your belly. One on your left arm now reaches your shoulder and starts out again. The other tongue moves suddenly to your right wrist and slowly inwards. The one left down below circles the edge of your mound. You feel the warmth building inside you.
Though bound you squirm your pussy, trying to chase the tongue as it darts away from your clit. Around and closer, never quite touching, as you writhe and "please" escapes your lips. The other tongue is approaching your shoulders as you strain against the bonds. Suddenly the tongue dances across your clit, swiping back and forth, flicking, the crescendo rising in you.
And then they are all gone; but you don't care because you are exploding. As the orgasm subsides you can now feel the two mouths again. Lips circling the nipples, the tongues flicking, gently nibbling, teasing. Chewing, licking, sucking. You feel the momentum rise, rise again in your belly, in your sex.
You are absorbed by the tongue tracing your pussy lips. Up and down, around your pouting parted labia. You feel your juices running down your arse crack. The tongue probes into your slit. In, then out. It moves slowly up, and you feel the breath on your belly as a finger enters you. The tongue teases the clit. A thought flashes through your mind as you become well aware again of the mouth on your tits. Is that female scent?? But the thought vanishes as the tongue lashes your clit, causing you to stretch up to meet it. The finger slides out of your pussy and down your arse crack, trailing through your juices. Over your brown ring, and back to your pussy; in, out, down and back. As the tongue flicks your clit, and the other your nipples, you go off again.
As you emerge to full consciousness you feel a body positioning itself over your face. You open your mouth to accept the cock; and then the musky scent hits your nose moments before a beautifully smooth mound meets your mouth. Your tongue lances out and buries itself deep in the slit above your face. Sliding in and out, up to the clit, tasting the juices. As you feel the pussy squirm on your lips, you know you are doing a good job.
The tongue on your clit is working its way slowly down your pussy, slurping at the juices. Lower down the slit and you feel your arse lifted and pillows placed under it. The tongue continues down past the slit and into the crevice of your arse, chasing the juices oozing from your pussy. It continues down your crack and back up to pause at your anus. Around the puckered ring it goes. Teasing. It probes gently forward, exploring. It pushes forward past the sphincter, into your depths. You would object, but the pussy is grinding into your mouth; chasing your tongue. The tongue fucks in and out of your arse. A wave of pleasure moves over you and you attack the pussy excitedly, luxuriating in the pleasure from your arse.
You can hear voices on all sides in the background. God how many are here? Some are familiar, but who??? As you concentrate on listening you also notice that the tongue is gone and something else is nuzzling your rear opening. As the pain hits you, the cock fill your arse. Slowly penetrating. Filling your orifice. As the balls strike your cheeks it slowly draws back and you relax. As you do the pain disappears and is replaced by pleasure. The tongue is again attacking you slit. You hear clicks, whirrs, and realise they are taking photos. No! Who are they? You know those voices. The cock slides forward as the pussy fills your mouth with cum, and you drink it because you have no choice.
You are building up again. The tongue surges into your pussy as your arse is pumped. A cock head now nuzzles your lips. You open to receive it. It is enormous and you gag and try to push it out. A voice with fake accent but familiar ring asks would you rather it up your arse. You open wider and accept it. Who is it? The cock is larger than you've felt before. You are enjoying the arse fucking but something this size has no appeal; only fear.
The cock draws out of your mouth, and is placed between your tits; pulling them up and over it as he strokes He cums, shooting over your belly.
Bodies withdraw. There is eventually silence. They go. The secret of their identity goes with them. You are left with the tiredness, satisfaction; the memories. And you have the hope kindled for a repeat performance!
I slowly undo your blouse and, as it falls apart, we can see the black lace bra in the mirror. My hands slowly run the blouse down off your shoulders and dance over the exposed skin as I gently nibble your neck and shoulders. I stand behind you, unclip your bra and it falls forward, exposing your orbs. I cup your breasts with my hands, feeling their weight. I squeeze gently and run my fingers over the nipples. I knead them and softly pinch the nipples teasingly. As I continue kissing your neck you watch my hands roving in the mirror. You feel my hardness running up and down the crack of your arse, over the string between your cheeks.
My hands touch the G string. I hook in my thumbs and slide it slowly down your thighs to the floor. My hands drawing circles rise slowly up from your ankles, along your calves, pausing at your inner thighs, then move around and up over your belly to again cup those magnificent breasts. I pause to admire your total nakedness in the mirror. My hand ventures slowly down to your moist slit; feeling the smoothness of the your shaved mound; before running, sliding up and down your swelling lips. Gently I part them; and admire the view of you, of your body, of your sex, in the mirror. My hands move around and explore the crack of your gorgeous arse; running up and down, pausing at the brown ring of your gripping anus. I lead you gently but firmly over to the bed.
As you lie naked, stretched out on the bed I stand at the foot massaging my cock. I order you to masturbate for me.
Initially you are reluctant, reserved, shy; it’s all part of the game. Then your hand moves to your mound, to your sex and you begin in your old familiar way, fingers dipping, pleasure rising; my voyeuristic and your exhibitionist needs both met.
As you emerge from that orgasm induced haze you notice me delving in a black bag. You are about to ask as I withdraw a number of silk ties. You begin to ask, as I say "be quiet and you will find out". As I loop one tie to the top bed post you open your mouth to protest but a look from me and you change your mind. I tie your left wrist to the post and walk around to the other and do the same with the right. I go down to the foot and tie first one, then the other ankle to the posts. You are now naked spread eagled on the bed. Helpless.
From the look in your eyes I see the question, and I ask " do you trust me"? As I have my fingers to my lips you take the hint and just nod. I pick up a blindfold and place it over your eyes. I ask if the bonds are too tight and you shake your head. You lay there and we both contemplate your position. You can hear noises but cannot tell what or where they are from. You feel a mouth suddenly on the inside of your ankle. Just a feather kiss and a nibble. Slowly the mouth works its way up to your calf. Feel good? Feels excellent! You puzzle at more slight noises. And suddenly there is another mouth on your other ankle. Shock! Surprise! Questions run amok in your mind. “Hey, what’s going on?" A sharp pinch on your nipple is the answer and you fall silent. You slowly relax in trust, and enjoy the two tongues, the lips caressing your calves. Slowly upward they travel to just below the knee; you squirm slightly as the warmth flows over you. You can still hear noises, you think.
The tongues pause. You feel one now on your wrist. They have changed places? But no, one mouth has started again above your knees. The lips have reached your elbow now. Then moves. Now there are two on your legs, one each. Just feathering and licking. Slowly sliding up your thighs the tongues work in circles. Higher and higher towards your pussy; but then they wander away, dabbing the crease of your thighs, and flow of your belly. One on your left arm now reaches your shoulder and starts out again. The other tongue moves suddenly to your right wrist and slowly inwards. The one left down below circles the edge of your mound. You feel the warmth building inside you.
Though bound you squirm your pussy, trying to chase the tongue as it darts away from your clit. Around and closer, never quite touching, as you writhe and "please" escapes your lips. The other tongue is approaching your shoulders as you strain against the bonds. Suddenly the tongue dances across your clit, swiping back and forth, flicking, the crescendo rising in you.
And then they are all gone; but you don't care because you are exploding. As the orgasm subsides you can now feel the two mouths again. Lips circling the nipples, the tongues flicking, gently nibbling, teasing. Chewing, licking, sucking. You feel the momentum rise, rise again in your belly, in your sex.
You are absorbed by the tongue tracing your pussy lips. Up and down, around your pouting parted labia. You feel your juices running down your arse crack. The tongue probes into your slit. In, then out. It moves slowly up, and you feel the breath on your belly as a finger enters you. The tongue teases the clit. A thought flashes through your mind as you become well aware again of the mouth on your tits. Is that female scent?? But the thought vanishes as the tongue lashes your clit, causing you to stretch up to meet it. The finger slides out of your pussy and down your arse crack, trailing through your juices. Over your brown ring, and back to your pussy; in, out, down and back. As the tongue flicks your clit, and the other your nipples, you go off again.
As you emerge to full consciousness you feel a body positioning itself over your face. You open your mouth to accept the cock; and then the musky scent hits your nose moments before a beautifully smooth mound meets your mouth. Your tongue lances out and buries itself deep in the slit above your face. Sliding in and out, up to the clit, tasting the juices. As you feel the pussy squirm on your lips, you know you are doing a good job.
The tongue on your clit is working its way slowly down your pussy, slurping at the juices. Lower down the slit and you feel your arse lifted and pillows placed under it. The tongue continues down past the slit and into the crevice of your arse, chasing the juices oozing from your pussy. It continues down your crack and back up to pause at your anus. Around the puckered ring it goes. Teasing. It probes gently forward, exploring. It pushes forward past the sphincter, into your depths. You would object, but the pussy is grinding into your mouth; chasing your tongue. The tongue fucks in and out of your arse. A wave of pleasure moves over you and you attack the pussy excitedly, luxuriating in the pleasure from your arse.
You can hear voices on all sides in the background. God how many are here? Some are familiar, but who??? As you concentrate on listening you also notice that the tongue is gone and something else is nuzzling your rear opening. As the pain hits you, the cock fill your arse. Slowly penetrating. Filling your orifice. As the balls strike your cheeks it slowly draws back and you relax. As you do the pain disappears and is replaced by pleasure. The tongue is again attacking you slit. You hear clicks, whirrs, and realise they are taking photos. No! Who are they? You know those voices. The cock slides forward as the pussy fills your mouth with cum, and you drink it because you have no choice.
You are building up again. The tongue surges into your pussy as your arse is pumped. A cock head now nuzzles your lips. You open to receive it. It is enormous and you gag and try to push it out. A voice with fake accent but familiar ring asks would you rather it up your arse. You open wider and accept it. Who is it? The cock is larger than you've felt before. You are enjoying the arse fucking but something this size has no appeal; only fear.
The cock draws out of your mouth, and is placed between your tits; pulling them up and over it as he strokes He cums, shooting over your belly.
Bodies withdraw. There is eventually silence. They go. The secret of their identity goes with them. You are left with the tiredness, satisfaction; the memories. And you have the hope kindled for a repeat performance!
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