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Aubre -> What she had been waiting for - Part 2 (4/15/2005 12:28:15 PM)
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He opened the closet door, but she could just barely notice. Her moans had gotten louder and louder, and she was totally focused on her genitals and trying to get that elusive orgasm. He smiled as he took a deep breath to inhale the new fragrance of the room. She was sure she had been in there at least an hour or so but he knew it had been no longer than fifteen minutes.
He bent down and shut off the Sybian. He took off her nipple clamps, and unlocked her wrist and ankle cuffs while holding her body up, then lifted her off the Sybian. He helped her to her feet and led her to the four-poster bed, and laid her there bent over the right-side edge. The buzzing of her anal plug continued, content to do its work while its batteries still gave it power. He had her stretch her arms above her head, then he locked the wrist cuffs together. He then used a rope to fasten them across the bed and into a ring bolt fastened into the bed frame. He then refastened her legs to the spreader bar he used in her closet.
He reached between her legs and felt her folds with his hands, and teased her clit with the tip of a finger. She shuddered at his touch, wanting so much more.
He pulled his hand away, and then rubbed her ass. The next thing she felt was the strands of his favorite deerskin flogger across her ass, starting softly and slowly as was his way. Slowly he built up intensity, and he painted his strokes across her rear, with an occasional stroke across the backs of her thighs. Soon though, the strokes became sharper and much more intense, and she was sure he was holding the strands with one hand and letting them go right before the hit for the most sharp sensation he could create with the flogger. Each stroke was stronger than the last, she wanted to cry out but all she could manage were muffled unintelligble noises.
He stopped abruptly, and then started to gently rub her newly red cheeks, giving them a kiss here, a caress there. Then - there it was. What she had been waiting for - the sound of him unzipping his pants.
He mounted her from behind, and gave her the sex she so desperately craved. All of the suffering, the horniness - this moment made it all worth it. She felt like one giant sexual organ, made for the purpose of recieving his manhood.
It didn't take her long with him inside for her to reach her first orgasm- but that didn't stop him - he kept going. Sliding in and out, over and over again, she couldn't help but have yet another orgasm. His barrage continued, then without warning, it stopped.
In between her panting she realized he hadn't came yet. She knew what that meant. Today he wanted his orgasm to come a different way.
To be continued?
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