As I close the door behind me, a woman in a red and white silk robe helps me undress. Her long, blue-black hair and almond eyes are both exotic and beautiful. Her lips, neither full nor thin, but some happy medium smiled at me as she smoothly lowered herself to her knees and started a soft, warm blow job. She doesn't rush, but instead slowly caresses my hardening member with her tongue. One warm hand cups my testicles and the warmth surrounds me. As my penis begins to drool pre-cum, she closes her eyes, alert to the twitching in her mouth, the rise and fall of my scrotum as she teases me to the edge of orgasm, but never letting me pass the point of no return. My legs are shaking from the nearness of my denied release when she stands. I try to hide the begging in my eyes, knowing the pleasures to come. She takes me to a table and I side my wrists into loops waiting there. I lean into the padded edge with my hips, bending as the slack is taken out of the lines. Cool lubricant presses at my anus as the probe slides in. She saws at my insides as the slim instrument bores deeply inside, ticking in a whole different way at my lust filled brain. In and out, the textures excite me and I'm incredibly turned on, yet my penis is no longer the center of attention. She thrusts it in deeply and leaves it in while she considers her next tool. Will it be a butt plug? Something thick to stretch my pliant anus? The necklace - balls on a string that are repeatedly forced into and pulled out of me. I cannot see what she has picked, but after an interminable wait, something is placed against my anus. Like most of the more "advanced" toys in her collection, it feels thick against my asshole. I try to open mysef up and accept it. Unh. Unh. Her pressure started out gentle but built quickly as the tool penetrated my anus, that weaker outer defence, and pressed heavily against the sphincter within. At last the muscle relaxes and with a long, smooth thrust she burries it in me to the hilt. Her silky smooth thighs press against my ass and I know it's her strap-on that has filled me. The penis shaped plastic stretches me as it penetrates so deeply that I can feel the pressure of it on my lungs. After a moment's respite, she begins to thrust and withdraw, and I'm once again brought the euphoria of the dance we're doing. Face pressed into the maple tabletop, I groan as every sense is heightened in time with the quickening rythm. My erection, which had faded earlier, has returned as I listen to the duet of my groans and her squeeks of excitement, for she is pleasuring herself with the dildo on the other end of the strap-on as it sits buried deep in her own body. A series of sharp squeels accompanied by equally sharp stabs of the invader as her strong hands pull her into my well used orafice signals her orgasm. She pulls the long toy from my anus, replacing it with a simple butt-plug, and releases my arms. As she removes the strap-on, a large black affair that contrasts with the pale skin about her cunt, I get my first chance today to view the beauty of her form. Her kimono has parted during her efforts, and revealed near the top is one of her breasts. It is small, but stands proudly on her chest with no sagging at all. Her flat stomach cries out to be stroked from neck to navel, beneath which is the most deightful patch of trimmed pubic hair, darkened nether lips protruding in their place, moisture from her orgasm beading in the edges and dripping down her inside leg. She wipes away the wetness as I sit, the plug filling me, though not so much as she had done just before, rather a sweet accent of fullness. Her lips return to my cock, more insistant this time, and I quickly rise to the occasion. I moan as she pulls off, my cock in her fist as one finger taps the hard head. Her deep brown eyes look at me, and then speculating about something, look off into the distance. A smile comes to her beautiful face. She stands and drops the robe from her shoulders, and I watch her nude form walk around behind me. She takes something from her toy-chest and I hear a murmer of ascent as her bare feet pad back to the chair. Her hand takes mine from behind, then quick as lightning I find my wrists handcuffed behind me. She walks around front again, a swagger in her step as she sits down on my lap. Her straight arms come to rest on my shoulders and I find myself looking into her deep brown eyes, caught in their grasp as a bird is mesmerized by a snake. Her eyes still glued to mine, she walks her way forward across my lap until my iron-hard penis is pressed in her thatch of pubic hair, squeezed tightly between her belly and mine. With a grin she raises herself up until the head is lined up with her hot pink cavity. Her outer folds are cool against the bare skin of my dick's head, softly enveloping it as she moves ever so slowly forwards. Her inner heat comes next as she allows me to slide up into her vagina. Then her legs slide forwards again as she slips down the shaft, her breasts finally pressing on my chest as she pulls herself onto me as deeply as the position allows. Her silky-soft hair covers my face as she sits there in my lap, her breath hot on my ear as her cunt holds my dick in a vice-like grip. Her arms are over my shoulders, elbows bent, holding my head in her hands. Small breasts, their nipples hard as stone, press into my chest in a pattern that matches her breathing. Slowly now she raises up, and I know her toes can not yet reach the foor, though she is reaching for it. Then quickly she slams down onto me. I grunt both at her assault and the added pressure of the plug being forced up into me. She leans back then, and watches my face as she repeats the procedure, fucking me from top and bottom at the same time. Her eyes open and close as she concentrates on our mating. I grunt in time with her jack-hammer strokes, but she remains silent, a mystery of hardness encasing softness. A sheen of sweat appears across her forehead, and a red tinge colors her cheek; signs that an orgasm is building in her slender frame. Her assault is having no less of an effect on me, and I begin to rut up into her. Her eyes pop open and capture mine again. "Don't you dare cum yet," she growls without slowing her rythm. I hold on, the muscles in my bound arms tensing, the pressure of the steel cuffs leaving bruises on my wrists. As her thrusts become deeper the plug stimulating my prostate splits my attention. This doesn't make holding back easier and I redouble my concentration as I feel the hot cum begin to boil in my balls. Her insides begin to grab at me, her vagina tightening in little spasms as her orgasm begins to arrive. Up and down, her motions become slower and erratic as her face gets flushed. The color runs down her shoulders to her breasts and somehow in my lust-enhanced state I notice that she's holding her breath. Suddenly her cunt grabs at my cock as her hands grab at my face, pulling my lips to hers. We kiss voraciously as she cums, her explosion sending me over the edge. My anus grips the plug as my cock shoots stream after stream of the burning semen deep into her sucking cunt. She squeels as she feels it fill her and she pulls me in tighter for a kiss, her rock hard nipples digging into my chest. Slowly our bodies relax and we melt into each other. Her head sides forward to rest on my shoulder and her breathing slowly returns to normal. She sits up in my lap and looks over at the door. My eyes follow hers across the piles of my clothing to the hastily closed door. She sighs with satisfaction and her arms enfold me as her head rests again on my shoulder. "Welcome home," she says.