"You know, Tony," Abby cooed into his ear as she secured the final cuff around his wrist, "I've been planning this for a while now." Her voice was smooth, like honey, and her breath warm against his cheek. Tony's heart raced with excitement , his mind racing to catch up with the sudden turn of events. He felt the soft, silky fabric of the blindfold as it slipped over his eyes, cutting off the sight of the dimly lit room and the flicker of the candles scattered across the dresser. The last thing he saw was the mischievous smile playing on her lips, and the glint in her eyes that promised something wild.
Abby stepped back to appreciate her work, running her hands over her own body, feeling the anticipation build in the air. She was dressed to kill, in a barely-there lingerie set that accentuated her ample assets and her nice thick ass. She knew Tony was already picturing her, his imagination running wild. But she had more surprises in store for him.
The music started, a slow, sultry beat that vibrated through the room. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor was the only indication that she was moving closer. Her heart was racing, her pulse beating in rhythm with the music. She picked up a bottle of warmed, sensual oils from the bedside table and approached Tony, her movements deliberate and calculated.
"Are you ready, Tony?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the bass. Her breath danced across his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the heat of her body, so close, yet still out of reach. He nodded, his throat tight with anticipation.
Abby's hands were cool and gentle as she began to rub the warm oil into his chest, her fingertips tracing the lines of his abs and teasing the hair that trailed down his stomach. Tony groaned, his muscles tensing and relaxing as she worked her magic. The scent of jasmine filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of their desire. Her touch grew firmer, more insistent, as she moved lower, her hands gliding over his thighs and the curve of his ass. His cock swelled in response, straining against the fabric of his boxers.
The oil made her hands slide effortlessly over his skin, leaving a slick trail of sensation in their wake. She took her time, enjoying the power she had over him, watching the tension coil tighter with each stroke. When she finally reached his cock, she wrapped her hand around it, her grip firm but not too tight, and began to stroke him in time with the music. His hips jerked involuntarily, his body betraying his need for more.
Her tongue slowly traveled down his body, leaving a wet path from his neck to his chest. Tony could feel her warm breath and the occasional flick of her tongue as she went lower, her teeth grazing his nipples, causing him to gasp. Each touch was a promise of what was to come, a tease that made him beg for her to go further. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body trembling with desire.
With a wicked smile, Abby reached down and pulled away the last barrier between them, his boxers sliding off to reveal his fully erect cock. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her, licking her lips, her eyes full of hunger. "You're so hard for me, baby," she murmured before taking him into her mouth, her warmth and wetness enveloping him completely.
Tony started to jerk at the cuffs that bound him to the bed, the urgency in his movements matching the tempo of the music that filled the room. His chest heaved with each gasp and groan, his body straining against the restraints as Abby worked her magic on him. He could feel the leather bite into his wrists, a delicious reminder of his vulnerability, of her dominance. It was a heady feeling, one that only heightened his arousal.
Abby looked up from her ministrations, her brown eyes meeting his through the slits in the blindfold. She smirked at his struggle, enjoying the show of his need. Her blond hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing the picture of pure temptation she painted. She knew he was close, could feel it in the way his body tensed and the way his cock throbbed against her tongue.
"Are you enjoying this, baby?" she purred, her voice thick with desire. The question was rhetorical, but she loved hearing him say it.
Tony's response was a guttural growl, his body a taut bow of pleasure. The sensations of her mouth and hands on him were driving him wild, a symphony of eroticism that had him teetering on the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that was both delicious and overwhelming. "Yes," he managed to grunt, his voice strained.
With a laugh that was all too knowing, Abby pulled away, leaving him aching for more. She leaned over him, her large, perky breasts spilling over the lacy cups of her lingerie. With a deft move, she freed them, the weight of her full, round breasts pressing against his chest as she straddled him. The heat from her body was intense, making him even more aware of the coolness of the oil that covered his skin.
Tony's eyes, though blinded by the fabric, could see her in his mind's eye, her blond hair cascading around them like a golden waterfall. He felt her shift, her body moving in a way that made him crave the sight of her. And then she did something that made his breath catch in his throat. She took his cock in her hand and placed it between her breasts, which she began to pump up and down, creating a soft, velvety cocoon for his hardness. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Her large breasts, so warm and soft, created a delicious friction that was both gentle and maddening. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, making him grit his teeth to keep from coming too soon. Her breath was hot and erratic against his neck, her heart hammering in time with his own. He could feel her excitement, her arousal, as she rocked her body against his, the slickness of her skin leaving a trail of oil that made her movements even more slippery.
"Abby," he growled, his voice a desperate plea. "Please."
Her laugh was a soft, seductive chuckle, her grip tightening around his cock as she continued her erotic dance. "Please what, baby?" she asked, her voice a sweet taunt as she leaned in closer, her breath a warm caress against his ear.
"Please, let me touch you," Tony begged, his voice raw with need. The feeling of her body against his, her breasts enveloping him, was almost too much to handle. He longed to run his hands over her, to feel the curves of her body that had haunted his dreams for so long.
Abby leaned back slightly, her breasts releasing their grip on him, and reached up to remove the blindfold. The sudden influx of light was blinding, but Tony's eyes quickly adjusted to the sight before him. Abby, the woman he had once thought untouchable, was now straddling him, her body glistening with oil and sweat, her expression one of pure, unbridled lust.
"Look at me," she whispered, her eyes searching his. "Look at what you do to me, Tony." And with that, she began to move her hips, sliding her pussy along the length of his cock, teasing him with the wetness that coated her. He could see the desire etched in every line of her face, the way her pupils dilated with each pass over his sensitive skin.
"Tell me what you want, baby," she repeated, her voice a siren's call that made his body respond with a feral need.
Tony's voice was thick with desire as he finally found the words. "I want to feel you, all of you," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to taste you, to fuck you until we can't move."
Abby's smile grew wider at his words, and she slid off him, standing up to reveal her naked body. She sauntered over to the chair by the bed, her hips swaying seductively. The sight of her made Tony's cock throb even more, and he strained against the cuffs that held him in place. She sat down, her legs spread wide, her hand moving up to cup one of her large, firm breasts. Her thumb flicked over her nipple, and she watched him with hooded eyes as she began to play with herself.
Her tongue flicked over her own nipples, the sight making Tony's cock ache for release. The sound of her moans filled the room, mixing with the music, creating a symphony of desire that was driving him insane. He watched as her hand trailed down her body, her fingertips gliding over her smooth stomach before they reached the soft, trimmed patch of hair between her legs.
With a knowing smile, Abby parted her folds, her fingers slick with her own juices. The sight of her touching herself was almost too much for Tony to handle. His cock throbbed in time with her movements, desperate for the warmth of her touch. "Do you like watching me, Tony?" she asked, her voice a seductive that sent shivers down his spine.
Tony's response was a strangled groan, his eyes never leaving the mesmerizing dance of her hand. He watched as her fingers delved deeper, her hips bucking slightly with each stroke. The room grew hotter, the scent of her desire thick in the air. The candles cast flickering shadows over her body, making her skin look like it was made of pure gold.
The sight was too much to bear, and with a growl, Tony pulled against the cuffs, his need to touch her, to be inside her, overpowering. But Abby was in control, and she knew just how to keep him on the edge. She reached over to the table next to her, her movements slow and deliberate. There, lay a 9-inch vibrator, sleek and powerful. She picked it up with a flourish, holding it against her cheek before she licked the tip with the flat of her tongue.
With a flick of her wrist, she turned it on, and the room was filled with a low, steady hum that seemed to resonate with the rhythm of their desire. She placed it against her mound, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as she let out a gasp. The vibrator, a silent but potent third party in their erotic dance, came to life with a quiet hum that grew louder as she applied more pressure.
Tony's eyes were glued to the sight before him, his body straining against the restraints. He could see the tension in her thighs, the way her fingers dug into the chair's armrests. She was close, so close, and he could feel her pleasure as if it were his own. The vibrator slid down, teasing her clit before disappearing into the folds of her sex. Her breath hitched, and she let out a low moan that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Tony's cock.
Her legs went up, her feet finding purchase on the chair's armrests, spreading herself wider for his view. The vibrator's glow was a stark contrast against the pale, velvety flesh of her inner thighs. She pushed it deep, the sound of the chair's fabric straining echoing through the room. Tony could see her pussy stretch and swallow the length of the toy, and the thought of her taking him like that was almost too much to handle. His own hips bucked, trying to match the rhythm of the vibrator, his cock begging for entrance.
Her free hand went to her mouth, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she began to rock her hips, fucking herself with the vibrator. Her eyes stayed locked on his, watching his reaction, feeding off his desire. Then, as if remembering his own desperation, she reached down and touched the base of the toy, her thumb moving in slow circles around it, mimicking the movements she knew he was dreaming of making with his cock.
"Abby," Tony ground out, his voice a mix of agony and pleasure. "I'm going to come," he warned, his hips jerking involuntarily.
Her eyes flashed with excitement, and she leaned forward, the vibrator still buried deep inside her. "Aww baby," she called to him, her voice a siren's song, "I'm going to come. Come with me, Tony. Give it to me."
Her words were a trigger, and Tony felt his orgasm approaching like a freight train. His body was taut, his muscles coiled tight, his cock pulsing with the need to explode. He could feel the wetness of his precum against his stomach, the sticky evidence of his desire. "Abby," he growled, his voice strained with need.
Abby's movements grew more frantic, her breath coming in shallow pants as she watched Tony's face, her own expression one of pure concentration. She knew he was close, could feel it in the way his body vibrated with need. With a final, desperate thrust, she buried the vibrator deep inside herself, her walls clenching around it as she reached her peak.
Tony's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him with the force of a hurricane. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a roar that was half pleasure, half frustration. He could feel the warmth of his seed spilling onto his stomach, the evidence of his release painting him in the candlelight. His body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, each spasm sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through him.
Abby watched him, her own orgasm ripping through her with the power of a tornado. Her pussy clamped down on the vibrator, her muscles contracting in spasms around it. She threw her head back, her long blond hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. The sound of her moans filled the room, mixing with the low, steady hum of the vibrator. Her breasts bounced with the force of her movements, the sight of them a visual feast for Tony's hungry eyes.
As Tony's cock spasmed, painting his stomach with ropes of hot cum, Abby reached down with her free hand, her fingers finding his balls. She gently squeezed them, her thumb caressing the base of his cock, milking every last drop from him. He jerked and bucked, his body a symphony of pleasure, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of their shared climax was almost too much to handle, a connection that seemed to transcend the physical and delve into the very core of their beings.
She kissed Tony on the head, smiling, relax baby, I will be back, going to make us some lunch, don't go any where, she giggles. |
