The girls at attention,  

suziespleasure 61M/51F
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9/6/2005 10:30 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The girls at attention,


and me unable to move, hear or see made my mouth go dry. The slight nip on each nipple made my pussy begin to moisten.
The slight double nipple pinch didn't wake me up as much as his hand pulling at my crotch. A moment later I felt the tear of my jeans as the tore from the back waist to the front.
I began to struggle, the fear once again winning over the excitement.
"Sorry 'bout your bad luck," he said into my ear. I froze. I knew who my attacker was. I knew who it was who was going to play my body until it sang with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
I'm sure he was able to see the fear leave my body as I sagged in relief. I guess his calendar wasn't as full as he made it sound.
"Enough?" he asked...our safe word. I wiggled my head back and forth, telling him I was ready to go on.
"In case you're wondering, he's in the truck with mine," he said, explaining the absence of the dog.
"So now, sweetheart, let's play."
He pulled on my nipple with his lips and I felt as the spring of a clothes pin closed at the base of it, causing it to instantly swell. The sting turned into a soothing burn by the time he pinned the other the same way. He took my breath away when he pinned my clit and I would have screamed with pleasure if not for the ball gag. He wet my lips with his finger and what I was sure was my sweet honey.
"You have been awfully sassy lately and I need to address the issue." His voice was muffled but his point was clear. I waited. I waited some more, sensing he was no longer close. I rested my buns on my heels until I felt a pull on my long hair.
"I was hoping you might do that because I thought of a way to prevent it but didn't want to use it unless you did just that." I felt a pounding of the earth around me and somehow knew they were my extra tent stakes. I felt him push me gently down onto my stomach then begin to untie my ankles and knees. As he pulled my jeans off, the cloths pin on my clit was dragged along for a mere second with the band of the jeans. The sting rushed through me, igniting my nipples as the rubbed against the wool blanket and an interesting little pebble under the left...wish rolled under the wool with his tugs of my jeans. I was almost ready to cum when he pulled me up and spread my legs.
"I have been busy in my shop too and I did some fine whittling if I may say so myself. You about to feel a smooth stick slide inside you. The catch is that you control how deep it goes. You will feel me tie another stick between your knees. This is to insure you do not close your legs. The two sticks are secured together...that should tell you about how long it is. I don't recommend sliding too far down."
The wood tip was cool as it slide inside me just far enough to be welcomed into the entry hall...so to speak...
He instructed me to stay like that as he tied my knees to the rod then tied them off to the stakes simply for the added security. I felt him as untied my hands and removed my shirt. The hood and gag stayed. I was bare to the world and I came...hard.
My body shuddered as the waves of joy raced through me. He continued to work at his tasks, not even acknowledging the fireworks going off in my body.
I found myself with my arms tied to my waist and a string in my hand which he informed me was attached to my nipple clamps so if i moved my hands, i pulled them. I couldn't resist testing it and yep...i found my limit and was ready for more.
He removed my ball gag and replaced it with his hard cock. I took him deep, I took him with an insatable hunger, and i continued to swallow his shaft until i had no choice but to come up for air. I filled my lungs again and as he pushed on the back of my head, I once again filled my throat. I moved my hands, pulling and tugging on my nipples. I rode the stick between my legs, sliding up and down, just enough to feel the pressure of it and as I began to suck for all my life, I screamed into the head of his shaft as I reached yet another peak...even had the mask not been on, I am sure more world would have gone dark with blinding joy.
With him no longer in my mouth, my spasms began to subside. He removed the clothes pins on my nipples. No warning, nothing. I suddenly felt as if someone had torn them off as the blood flowed into them...the warm fire that glowed in the wake of the sting was a far different kind of pain. This was now the pain of want...of desire...of need.

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