Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. NOTE: This is a sequel to "Gentle Hands" by Canadian Tease, which should be read first, both because it's well worthwhile and to provide the context for this story. (MF) Anita removed the last of her clothes and lay down on the bed, face up as Rob instructed. She wriggled into a completely comfortable position, almost unconsciously exaggerating lasciviously, her breasts swaying and her pussy momentarily tilting towards him. She earned a slight pulse of his flaccid cock as her thoughts returned to how she came to be here. Her first time with him had been so nice, she had no hesitation in booking a second appointment the following week. It was most unusual for Anita to have an orgasm with a client, and doing so the first time she had a session with someone was unprecedented. He'd been such a satisfying client, though, almost luxuriating in her teasing. Hard and throbbing and straining against her bindings, she'd brought him to the brink countless times, holding him there just a hard thrust away from climax, before easing off to prolong his pleasure and bring his arousal to higher and higher levels. She could even remember clearly her exact challenge: "Tell you what," she said, "I'll make a little deal with you. I will let you fuck me with your cock all the way up inside me for as long as you want, as fast or as slow as you want, your hard cock sliding in and out of my hot, wet pussy just the way you've dreamed about, the way you love it ... if you can go for the next minute without cumming and exploding your hot spunk all over yourself. And I promise I won't use my hands, or my mouth, or my tongue ..." He'd almost won that first time, but as the seconds ticked down, Anita herself had become so aroused, stroking her pussy on his cock and wiggling her clit on the underside of its head, she'd cum herself. He couldn't hold off once he felt her orgasm begin, and as the seconds ticked down, his first explosive gush barely preceded the ding of her timer in what was almost a simultaneous climax. When they met the second time, things hadn't seemed different. They'd shared a delighted reminiscence, then Rob challenged her to double the stakes. She hadn't expected that and his quiet confidence gave her pause, but the doubled fee was very enticing. If Rob lasted the first minute and earned his fuck, he explained, then his going on to last a second minute would earn an exchange of places with her. Anita knew already how to make his orgasm unstoppable in one minute, and she reasoned that since she hadn't exhausted her repertoire, there was absolutely no way he'd last a second minute at the end of an hour of her teasing. The deal was struck, but Anita was surprised by the slight, momentary tingle of her clit. Something in her realized there was a risk. And was that the hint of satisfaction in Rob's smile? This second session was even more erotic than the first. Time after time, Anita brought Rob to the brink. She used her body even more, stroking him with her breasts, lightly massaging him with her nipples. Tickles combined with arousing touches forced him to remain perfectly still to stop her from pausing. Touches of his cock with her pussy she held in reserve, but she didn't hesitate to use other parts of Rob's body to penetrate herself and stroke her clit. As the hour approached the final few minutes, Anita increased the intensity of her teasing. She grasped his throbbing erection with her breasts, squeezing and stroking him as her nipples scraped his body. Her ass was in his face as she rubbed her cheeks and pussy across his face and lips. Then she paused. "So Rob, are you ready? I am! I'm going to make us both cum soon, just like last time." She inserted the head of his cock into her pussy as before, smiling at his begging eyes. His muscles tensed against the bindings as he tried to thrust into her, and she lifted up, paused, and resettled herself with a slightly deeper penetration. Instead of fucking the head and top two inches of his cock like last time, though, Anita started to clench and unclench her pussy while maintaining the penetration. Rob's responding clench of restraint was so strong that Anita suddenly thought he might be ejaculating already, before she even started the timer. But no. "Very good, Rob. You must be so close now." As Anita squeezed the top of his cock again, she felt a jolt from that special place inside her pussy, and realized that her own will power would be necessary to restrain herself until the final seconds of the first minute of the wager. Anita lifted off, unsure if the panting she heard was his or her own. As before, she reached for the massage oil. As she stroked the oil into her outer and then inner lips, she realized with surprise that her own lubrication made in almost unnecessary. "OK, Rob, I'm going to make you cum now. And you're going to make me cum now too, just like last time. I'm so close, you're so close, it won't be long." Anita reached over and set the timer as she settled the full length of her slick lips on his cock. She smiled into his eyes as she started to move on him. His lust was evident, but was that a glint of satisfaction in his eyes? The feelings in her pussy, and especially now her clit, as she ground it in a circular motion each time it reached the head of his cock, quickly distracted her from the thought. Quicker and quicker she slid against him. She squeezed her breasts to him, and twisted her nipples, and felt her own orgasm begin. Her pussy lips clenched on his cock, squeezed and slid and clenched again. "I'm cumming, Rob, oh yes, now baby!" She ground her clit into his glans, spasming and tremoring as the timer dinged. As soon as her mind returned and gave her control of her body again, she lifted up and looked down. His cock was almost purple, slick and throbbing and awash from the oil and her juices and his own. But he hadn't cum. She was stunned. No man could resist that treatment, surely! But he had. And fair is fair, she thought. Anita is many things, but she's honourable. She'd made the wager for the second minute and she now had a debt to pay for the first of the two bets. It didn't take her long to decide that the best way to win the second wager was to immediately pay the first. She moved to fully impale herself on his cock, but Rob managed to communicate a "No!" through his gag. No? She loosened the gag and Rob spoke for the first time in an hour. "The wager was I get to fuck you. You can fuck me some other time. Untie me." Oh, yes, realized Anita. Her mind snapped back to the present as Rob tied her first arm restraint in place. Being bound was a strange sensation. She'd bound many men over the years, but she was the one always in control. For the first time in her life, Anita was nervous about an upcoming sexual encounter. She was astounded when she felt her pussy moisten and her nipples tingle in arousal. As Rob tied her other arm, Anita recalled his fuck last week and their second timed minute. "Go ahead now" said Rob. "The first minute is yours." Was that satisfied grin for his first victory? Anita suddenly realized he was confident that he'd win again! She quickly plotted her strategy, straddling him and backing her pussy onto the head of his cock. She again started to clench and unclench the muscles in her vagina as she slowly increased his penetration. As his cock reached the deepest it had previously been inside her, she took Rob's freed hands and cupped her breasts with them, squeezing and releasing to show him what she wanted, then moving her own hands to squeeze the cheeks of his ass. She continued her tortuously slow slide onto his prick, still squeezing and releasing his penetrating cock. His squeezes of her breasts matched hers. As she approached her depths with him, she moved one hand behind herself and lightly scratched his balls, fully slicking her fingers in the mixture of massage oil and natural lubricants. With the other, she reached out and started the timer, simultaneously fully seating herself and squeezing his cock with the full strength of her vagina. Rob groaned and spastically squeezed her breasts in unwilled response. Anita started their fuck, sliding slowly off his cock while clenching it, then plunging its full length. As his hands adjusted to grip and squeeze and roll and pinch her diamond-hard nipples, Anita moved a hand behind her to press one finger against his anus and the others between his legs, below his balls. As she rose and fell, she pushed that finger inside, searching for and then finding his prostate. Now her plunges on his cock were joined with fucks into his ass, each plunge ending with the grind of her clit on his front and the squeeze of her pussy on his cock and the massage by her finger in his rear. The both started to tremble and gasp. His eyes started to roll up. Orgasm flashed and exploded as the timer dinged. But the orgasm was Anita's, not Rob's! She collapsed on him, flushed and sweaty as his hands soothed her back. Aftershocks sent tremors through her and as her mind returned, she started to feel the tremors of his throbbing cock and the press of her nipples against his. Gradually she relaxed as he stroked her, realizing the consequences of his incredible self control in holding off, but also loving the way in which she'd lost. She couldn't remember such a powerful orgasm. Was it because her whole being had been so focused on making him cum? Rob's arms surrounded her. "I'm going to sit up now. Move your legs around my ass as I do." The transition in position was accomplished smoothly. They sat facing each other, pressed against each other, legs around each other, arms around each other, her breasts pressed against his chest and his cock still rigid and fully embedded. He resumed stroking her back, extending his reach to include her sides and her ass. His fingers lightly touched the sides of her breasts and this time it was Anita who was tickled as they feathered down her torso. She giggled in surprise and her slight motion moved her pussy around his cock. She remembered her promise "...all the way up inside me for as long as you want, as fast or as slow as you want..." This was now Rob's fuck and for the moment, he obviously wanted slow. This was so far from the norm of Anita's experience, she felt almost otherworldly. She was so used to controlling the timing, teasing and using erotic torture to build the tension, bringing men to the brink, pulling them back, bringing them higher and closer. This was unique. After all that had gone before, he just sat there, throbbing rhythmically inside her, caressing her. She shivered as his fingertips continued to stroke her and her shivers evolved into a series of small orgasms, one following another until they seemed continuous. Then he moved one hand to her back, firmly supporting her, and moved the other between them to her breasts. Feathering the undersides, and between them, stroking over her nipples. She became ever more aware of his cock, throbbing with their shared heart beat. She felt the need to move on him as she looked into his smiling eyes and face. Anita had a sudden realization. "You let me win the first time last week, didn't you? You just wanted to raise the stakes. You hustled me!" He winked and moved his free hand down to their juncture, tracing the lips of her pussy spread around him, then pulling a fresh supply of the massage oil to her clit. Anita realized she couldn't make this man cum until he was ready. And, she realized he was going to make her cum again, rubbing around and over and lightly pinching her clit as he continued to throb deep inside her. He did. She did, over and over until her mind disappeared into the haze of pleasure and she fainted against him. She had no idea how much time had passed when she woke. She felt refreshed and cherished, with his arms still holding her, her breasts pressed against him, his cock still deep in her. "I want to get on top now" Rob whispered in her ear. "Lean back as I lower you down." Adroitly, as she did so, he swung his legs to lie between hers without interrupting their connection. She welcomed his weight on her. It helped bring her back to reality as he started to stroke into her. A glimpse of the future payment of her second lost wager flashed through her mind as he continued to fuck her, but the sensations in her groin and body brought her back to the present. What was it with this man? His cock was entirely average, not unusually long or thick, but his pattern of short and long fucks of her was arousing her yet again. He somehow brought pressure and friction on her clit, and just inside, under her clit, with each stroke. She elevated her thighs and wrapped him loosely in her legs, starting a rolling motion of her hips to enhance his thrusts, and pressed her breasts more firmly against him. "I want you to cum again and this time, I'm going to cum with you" Rob told her. Anita realized, surprised yet again, that this wouldn't be a problem. "Yes, yes please" answered Anita as his pace built. "I need you to cum. I need to feel you spurt and spasm and explode." She realized this wasn't her usual tease. This was the absolute truth. As his thrusts became pounding, she never had so badly wanted the orgasm of her partner. That realization was lost in sensation as she orgasmed again and he exploded into her. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever. He grasped her ass to pull her tight against his continued thrusts and spasming cock. She orgasmed yet again. Then they both collapsed, panting. * * * * Anita realized she'd been lost in the recollection. Both her legs were now bound as well. She was flushed and breathing hard and could feel the moisture running down between her legs and the taughtness of her nipples. She tested the bindings and learned he'd left her considerable freedom of movement. The sensations of arousal were very familiar, but the loss of control in a sexually charged situation was novel. Over the last week, waiting for this rendezvous, her emotions had been in turmoil. She had only to momentarily remember their incredible fuck for arousal to sweep her and quickly build into lust. Thinking ahead to their trading of places made her fearful and excited simultaneously, a strange mixture for Anita. She'd wanted to back out of paying her lost wager, but knew that if she did, she'd be ashamed for the rest of her life. At other moments, she wanted to go to him at once, but she knew he wouldn't have sex with her early, that he'd insist on the building of her anticipation as she had with his. And, deep down, she discovered something quite unexpected in her that wanted to submit to this incredible man and surrender completely to his teasing and his control of her. That discovery was also novel; she'd never have guessed that there was something in her psyche which would make her feel this. It was too late now in any case. Naked, bound, spread eagled on his bed with his eyes licking over her and his cock starting to erect, having earned the right to reciprocate, there was no way he would let her back out. Regardless, she certainly wanted more sex with this man. Bound or not, she wanted that. "I'm not going to gag you", he said, as the last binding was secured. "But I am going to blindfold you." After a momentary hesitation, Anita raised her head slightly to let him put the blindfold in place and her in darkness. Then, nothing. More nothing. How long had it been? He hadn't left her alone; she could hear his breathing. What was he waiting for? Small twitches in her body started, as she anticipated his touch. Then, finally, a touch on her neck, so brief and so light she though perhaps she imagined it. But more touches followed, not continuous and not at regular intervals so she was never sure when or where the next would come. She began to crave touches of her breasts or her pussy or her sensitive upper thighs, but he avoided these spots. He touched her neck, her ears, her upper arms, her ankles, the sides of her torso. Her pussy became molten. She could feel herself drizzling onto her thighs and between them and across to the bottom of her ass cheeks. Anita began to smell her own arousal. His touches became interspersed with licks and then strokes with what seemed to be a feather. She needed him to touch and lick her pussy lips, her clit, her nipples, her ass. She wanted to touch his cock, to lick it, to suck it, to feel it penetrate her. Gradually she felt her torso and neck and arms and thighs become as sensitive and aroused as any part of her body had ever felt. Unable to see, she lost all sense of time. It seemed hours had gone by. Finally, after an endless time, his hand, cloaked in a fur glove, moved slowly and lightly across the underside of her breasts. As Anita's hips thrust up without her volition, her pussy straining for but not finding contact, she smiled as she realized that they'd both won both bets.