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“No. Should. It’s not popular around here.”
She moved behind him, firmly tying his wrists to the chair. Then she came around the front of him
and nudged his thighs open. Keeping her eyes on him, she untied the side knot of her dress. She
opened it up to him like an envelope. She had nothing on underneath.
“Let me put it another way,” he said, taking in the whole of her body. “It would be great if you were
naked all the time. For the good of mankind.”
She flung her dress off her and stood in front of him, wearing nothing but her white pumps. I
watched him taking her in. Then with one hand she squeezed a breast, while her other traveled all
over her torso. I was spellbound, feeling her arousal as she gave herself a stir with her own middle
finger.
“You’re hard, aren’t you? What are we going to do about that?”
“Holy shit!” he murmured, throwing his head back, his eyes riveted to her hands, her fingers. He
wanted to touch her, to reach out to her, but he couldn’t. Even I felt his frustration, his arousal
arousing me. I had never felt that before; I hadn’t seen much pornography and I was no voyeur. But
this … this was intense. And hot. I sank a little lower in my club chair, slack with desire.
Both feet still in heels, she straddled his legs, leaned over and put her hands on his shoulders, her
full breasts touching his chest as she bent to kiss him. She started slowly, languidly, arching her taut
body, her ass high in the air. She moved her lips down his neck, stopping every once in a while to
gaze into his eyes, to gauge his reaction. He was desperate.
“Do you think you can untie me?” he asked. “Fuck, I’d really like to touch you.”
She thought about his words for a second. Then, kicking off her pumps, she lifted her leg and
placed a bare foot carefully on his thigh. One leg propped up like that, she spread herself to him,
keeping him an agonizing foot away from what he craved.
“You want to touch me?” she asked. He nodded, trying to keep his eyes on her eyes, but he couldn’t
help himself. They traveled down the length of her perfect body to watch what she was doing to
herself with her hand.
“I like when a man does this to me,” she said, the muscles in her arm flinching with every circle.
“But I also like doing this for myself.”
He made a sound, something between a grunt and a moan.
“You think you could do a better job than I’m doing?”
“Yes …” he said, straining against his ropes; this was killing him.
I felt myself heating up, surprised when my hand rose to my own chest, then dipped into my bra and
found my right breast, squeezed slightly. This was so new to me.
I watched as Angela bent her knee more, drawing her cleft closer to his face. She put her hands in
his hair, guiding his mouth forward towards her, almost lovingly. The top of his head moved as his
mouth found her, and he lapped at her, his eyes gazing up every few seconds over the top of her thigh
to check her reaction, his hands still tied behind his back. He was all mouth, only there to please and
serve her.
Angela threw her head back. “That’s good … That’s very good, baby,” she cooed, her hips lightly
thrusting to match the rhythm of his tongue—and I remembered his mouth on me not so long ago, his
hands …
“Holy shit, yeah,” Angela whispered, grinding her hips into his face, his tongue. “Oh … mmm …
you’re going to make me come and then … I’m going to fuck you.”
He nodded, weakened. This was like worship, the way his head bobbed rhythmically between her
legs until she threw her head back in a spasm, gripping his hair and taking her orgasm from him, and