An Unexpected Evening, Part 2

As my fingers worked the buttons my mind raced with the opportunities before me. Every bit of fetish, hardcore and BDSM porn I'd ever seen flashed through my mind. In my jeans, the monster was already awakening, straining against the tight bonds of denim. Yet as it swelled, so too did my gratitude, that you would put yourself out like this, take such a risk, and do so with such grace and confidence.

As I pulled my shirt back off my shoulders, I begrudgingly acknowledged that I needed a shower. Well, I'll keep it short. I glanced back at you again, still prone and spread-eagled on the bed, and was struck by an idea. If I had to make you wait another minute longer, I could certainly do something to spice it up. My eyes traced your body once again, at last coming to rest on the cuffs circling your ankles.

"So, these cuffs - is there some way to use--"

"Look under the bed," you replied, smiling mischievously. I quickly dropped to my knees and lifted the bedskirt. Tied around the bed leg was a length of strap, with a spring-loaded hook at the end. I pulled the strap out from under the bed and marveled at you once again. I felt a sudden sense of urgency and grasped roughly at your ankle.

I pulled your leg out until it met the hook, snapped it on, then cinched the strap up tight to pull your leg out even wider. Circling around the bed, I found the matching strap and did the same to your left leg, relishing your gasp as I tugged the strap even tighter. Your legs were spread very wide now, your feet almost as far apart as the king bed was wide. I admired my work a moment, and then set off for the closet.

Quickly I fished out our toy box, pulled open the folded cardboard flaps, and found your rabbit. I held it tightly in my hand and pushed a button, relieved when it pulsed to life that I wouldn't have to go searching for batteries this time. Returning to the bedroom, I snatched a pillow off the bed, and then climbed up and kneeled down between your wide-open thighs.

The lamp in the corner played with the contours of your mons, soft ridges were nearly white in their brightness, before shadow crept in as your soft skin folded down to your lips. Already, without my having touched you at all, the inner lips were a darker pink than the rest of you, and they seemed thicker than normal. At the very top, I could make out just the very tip of your clitoris, a smooth pink orb like a pearl, and it seemed to me as though it was calling my name.

Unable to resist, I dipped my head and exhaled across your lips, then let my tongue trace a long, slow line from the very bottom of your slit, slowly and firmly, until your clit popped out from underneath it and I felt your whole body twitch. I savored both scent and flavor, their telling me that you were enjoying this as much as I, and in fact, probably had been for some time. You seemed to tense in anticipation of the next stroke, but I had other plans.

I brought the rabbit up between my face and your sex, and held it just above your lips for a moment. Then I inserted it into you, your quick intake of air filling the room, pressing firmly but not too fast, until the ears were just below the apex of your labia. Grabbing the pillow, I pulled it up between your legs, then adjusted the angle and depth until the rabbit ears slid beneath your hood, clutching your clitoris between the two silicone probes. I pressed the pillow underneath your thighs, fluffing the middle and pressing it firmly against the toy. It probably wouldn't last, but it wouldn't need to either. A mischievous grin swept over my face.

"I need to take a shower," I said, clicking the toy onto low vibration, "but I didn't want you to be bored." I pressed the button to begin oscillating the pearl-filled cock deep inside you. "I won't be long," clicking both buttons up in intensity, "don't go anywhere!"

As I climbed off the bed and unbuttoned my pants, I watched as your hips moved almost imperceptibly up and down. "Don't move," I announced intently, "if that falls out while I'm gone there will be consequences."

I shuffled out of my jeans and freed myself from my boxers, freshly marked with a moist spot of pre-cum. I watched you as I stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the water in the shower to let it warm up. Quietly, I stepped back into the room, leaned over the bed and pressed the vibration up button one more time. As I heard you mewl, I jogged quickly back to the bathroom, overjoyed at my good fortune.

As I rushed through my shower, the soft scent of soap and steam swirling around me, I thought of what to do next. I finished showering in record time, shut off the water, and as I opened the shower door I heard you begin to gasp and moan. I hurried to the door, nearly slipping on the tile, to catch the last throes of your first orgasm of the evening. As your breathing settled, you intimated in a near whisper, "I think it fell out."

Softly I padded to the bed and looked down at the rabbit. It had indeed slid out, but at least 2" of the shaft were still pressed inside of you. Your face was bent into a sexy pout, and I was overcome by a wave of affection.

"It slipped out. But not all the way," I said sternly. "You're safe. For now."

I reached down and removed the pillow and the rabbit from the bed, my cock straining as I noticed the moist trail of passion that had slipped from your crevice and begun to darken the bedsheets below. Emboldened by your blindfold and safe from judgment, I licked the shaft of the rabbit, lapping up the sweet and tangy evidence of your pleasure.

Setting it aside, I prepared myself for phase two.

-- To Be Continued --