He was just building up to the interesting part of his 
meeting with the two pharmaceutical Board members when 
his mobile rang.  Damn!  He’d forgotten to switch it 
off.  

It was her.

“Don’t masturbate,” she said.

“What?”

It took a moment to reorganise his train of thought. 

“I don’t want you to cum.  Not by yourself.  I’ll let 
you cum tonight.  Promise you won’t jack off in the 
meantime.”

He’d been sorely tempted.  With their lunch-hour play 
session still very much uppermost in his mind, he sure 
had some pent-up frustration to deal with.

“Promise?”

“Okay.”

“See you downstairs at five-thirty.”

The drug execs waited patiently for him to finish the 
call so they could continue with their pitch.  Didn’t 
matter a damn, though.  He’d been through the books 
and knew they didn’t have a whole lot of options.  
Apart from the one he was about to spring on them, 
that is.

For the sake of form he let them drivel on a little 
longer before he went for closure.  The delay gave him 
a little more time to think back fondly on having his 
face all buried in her pinkness.  He started to crack 
yet another hard-on, about the sixth so far during 
this current meeting.  He was in a heightened state of 
horniness.  He felt so alive!

When he emerged from the elevator into the lobby of 
the office building, he saw her waiting for him on one 
side.  She was back wearing the floral number and 
high-heel pumps.  Her boobs were very obvious.  He 
started getting hard again at the mere sight of her.  
Struggling with his briefcase and all her shopping, he 
held the bundle of bags further in front to conceal 
any tell-tale bulge in his trousers.

Didn’t fool her for a minute, though.  She pecked him 
on the cheek and simultaneously squeezed his dick.  He 
glanced around nervously, but fortunately no co-
workers were anywhere in sight.

“You been keeping your promise?”

“Yep.”

“Thank God it’s Friday!” she said, shouldering her 
carry bag and slipping her arm into his.  “Let’s go 
have a quiet night at home.”

“Sounds good” he replied, and his dick throbbed in 
anticipation.

Standing together on the crowded uptown bus, they 
didn’t talk much because the things they wanted to 
talk about were not things they wanted overheard.  She 
did manage to occasionally slide her hand through the 
bundle of shopping bags he carried, and rub the tent 
in his trouser front while looking silently and sexily 
into his eyes.  She knew to draw back if he seemed in 
any danger of losing the plot completely.  Such sweet 
torture!

Letting themselves into his apartment, she immediately 
flopped into the sofa.  He sat beside her.

“What’s for dinner?”

“I can get something delivered …”

“No way!  I want some more of your fabulous home 
cooking!”

He demurred.  He really just wanted to blob out.

Her hand stole its way back to his prick, and began 
stroking through his trousers.  It was almost 
instantly back into a full state of readiness.

“Pleeeeeeezzze?” she cajoled.

“Um … I’ll see what’s in the freezer.”

It just so happened he had some good steaks in the 
freezer.  And fries.  And enough stuff in the veggie 
crisper to come up with a pretty decent salad.  He got 
it all out on the bench top, and put the steaks in the 
microwave to defrost.

“And one more thing.”

“What?”

“Take all your clothes off.  Except for the necktie.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Her wish was his command.  He got everything off and  
bundled it all into the laundry basket, then slung the 
loosened tie back around his neck.  His dick stuck out 
before him, and never slackened to less than a half-
fat.  

“Wine?”

“No thanks, it dulls the senses.  Got any orange 
juice?”

“Sure.”

She sat on a stool and watched him cook as she sipped 
her orange juice.  Anytime he saw her eyeing his dick, 
it seemed to point ever more skyward in response.

He tried to direct attention away from his exposure 
and vulnerability by making conversation.

“Dulls the senses - wasn’t that Jack Nicholson’s line?  
Y’know, the masochist dental patient in the original 
“Little Shop of Horrors”?”

“You seen that movie too?”

“It’s a cult classic.”

“It was a gas.  And so obvious the actors got paid in 
drugs.”

He set the fries a-frying, and started slicing up 
salad stuff.

“Can you spend the night again?”

“Yeah.  I got some clothes packed this time.”

“Will your aunt be bothered about you staying out so 
much?”

“Nah, she’s pretty cool.  She’s a lot younger than my 
mom, only eight years older than me.  We get along 
real good.”

“Is she married?”

“Was.  Now she’s “out there” again and making up for 
lost time.  She won’t be at all upset if I don’t come 
home on a Friday night.”

He had to stand beside her to get the frying pan out, 
and she took the opportunity to grasp his prick and 
wank him a little.  He stood stock still, because it 
sure felt good to him.  Realizing the adverse effect 
it was having on his productivity, she released him 
again after a few seconds.

He timed the arrival of the fries and steak to 
perfection, to have both simultaneously sizzling as 
they sat to dine.  

“Does Auntie know about your particular tastes in 
men?”

“Nope.  Nobody does, ‘cept you and the other two.”

“My predecessors in slavery?”

“Oh, there’s a few others who have an inkling.  Macho 
jocks who I could wheedle into letting me tie them up 
a little.  They didn’t mind some mild kink, so long as 
their dicks got sucked in the process. Concerned for 
their own pleasure, not mine.  I’d always end up 
dumping ‘em, ‘cos they weren’t the real thing.”  

“What’s the real thing?”

“Someone who’s pleased to please me.”

He mulled over this rather ambiguous remark as they 
polished off the food on their plates. 

Back in the living room, she rummaged in her carry bag 
and came up with a brightly-coloured plastic bottle. 
What new kink was this?  She handed it to him.  Ah!  A 
bottle of bubble-bath.

“Can you run a nice hot tub for me?” she asked.

“Sure.”

She gave him a quick smile of appreciation, and 
fondled his prick for a couple of seconds.  This only 
served to render both him immobile and it very hard.  
She released her grip and gave him a gentle shove in 
the direction of the bathroom.

He prepared the bath for her, making it good and hot 
and with a mountain of bubbles to sink down into.  As 
he did so, he heard the opening riff for “So What?” 
float out of the stereo speakers in the lounge.  The 
Miles Davis’ “Kinda Blue” re-issue. Sounds like she 
just discovered there was music before hip-hop.

She appeared in the bathroom doorway and inspected.  
Everything met with her approval. 

“Undress me.”

Hoo-boy!  Move over, Miles.  Her words were suddenly 
much better music to his ears.

She turned and he ran the zipper down slowly.  The 
dress parted down her smooth brown back, revealing 
unblemished, slightly-glossy skin, her bra straps, and 
the waistband of her panties.  He glided his hands 
across her shoulder blades, causing the top half of 
the dress to slip down her arms and gather at her 
waist.

He wondered if he dared place his hands at her narrow 
waist, to push the dress past her hips so it could 
drop to the floor.  She gave no instructions, but just 
waited.  He took the chance and did it anyway.  When 
he felt how her waist swelled toward her hips and 
rounded bum as he pushed the dress downward, he could 
hardly stand it.  The intimacy of this bare-skin 
contact was so excruciatingly pleasurable, he nearly 
came on the spot.  This was despite having no other 
contact with her whatsoever.

“I hope you’re not enjoying this too much?”  

“Not at all.  It’s a dreadful bore.”  He affected a 
yawn.

She reached back to unerringly encircle his dick with 
one hand and his balls with the other.  She was not 
very gentle about it.

“I gotta warn ya.  If you jizz without my say-so, 
there will be consequences.”

He winced.

“Capische.”

Pleased with the tone of discomfort she’d just 
injected into his voice, she took her hands away.  He 
reached up to release her bra.  Damn hooks!  Why can’t 
they design a man-friendly bra?  The back-band parted 
suddenly under the weight of her boobs, and she 
shrugged it off.

Now for a very delicious moment.  He placed his hands 
flat on her hips, one either side of her round, curvy 
buttocks, and slowly slid her panties downward.  
Getting to his knees, he tugged them past each ankle 
as she stepped out of them.  He remained on his knees, 
eyes glued to the round brown butt only inches before 
his nose.

“Clean me.”

“Pardon?”

“You’ll have to clean me, before I get into this 
lovely bathwater.”

To remove any doubt about what she meant by this, she 
leaned forward and gripped the edge of the bath.  Bent 
over at the waist, her pink gash was presented to him 
most assertively.  A day’s worth of mild sweat and 
pussy odour wafted to his nostrils.

He bent forward to make delicate contact, then slowly 
trailed his extended tongue the full length of her 
slit.

Then he placed his hands on each butt cheek to spread 
her open even wider.  Concentrating at first on the 
zones of dark fuzz either side of her opening, he 
licked ever inward and began sucking the butterfly-
like inner lips into his mouth.  A few more minutes of 
this indulgence in her salty tastes was enough to 
thoroughly wash the whole of her sex with his tongue.

“That’s good, sweetie!  Now do my asshole.”

He hesitated.  This would be another first for him.  
Her puckered orifice had been right before his eyes 
all this while, but so far in life he’d managed to 
maintain a policy of “look, but don’t touch” where 
anal sphincters were concerned.

“Please?  For me?”

She was looking back at him with those big soft eyes 
of hers, entreating him, inspiring him to more things 
he’d never normally consider.

His reticence evaporated before her gaze, and she had 
to stifle the urge to giggle as he rimmed the tip of 
his tongue around the rosette of encircling fine black 
hairs.  Then he slathered his way across the tight 
entrance, noting an initial acrid taste that soon 
disappeared under his ministrations.

He formed his tongue into a point and tried to 
penetrate that tight little asshole with it, but he 
didn’t get very far with that.  It made her squirm a 
bit though.

Then she straightened and whirled around to stand 
before him, upright again.  He noticed a strange light 
in her eyes, and when she caught sight of the sudden 
nervousness it engendered in his own, this light 
glowed even brighter.  

Gripping two fistfulls of his hair, she forced him to 
hunker down lower until his backside was against the 
soles of his feet and her pussy was riding up on his 
face.  Her thighs tightened either side of his head, 
and she pulled on his hair to get his face harder 
against her.  He cried out, but it only seemed to spur 
her on.  Her hips started moving, humping, gyrating.  
Tongue-surfing.

He didn’t resist or try to escape, but rather just 
went with the flow.  His body was pinned in place 
beneath her, breathing was difficult, and her grip on 
his hair was hurting like hell.  But after a time his 
mind began floating, as if released into space.  It 
seemed to him almost like the beginnings of an out-of-
body experience, a prelude to being snuffed out and 
drifting across some kind of divide. He was a passive 
witness to her orgasm when it finally arrived, 
managing to keep his tongue extended and able to draw 
the occasional breath, but otherwise inert, ethereal.

He was snapped out of this reverie by her eventual 
dismount from his face.

“Thanks, honey.”

She stepped into the bath and settled down amongst the 
cloud of bubbles.

“Ahhhhh!!! That’s better!”

He remained on the floor, sitting right down on the 
cold tiles and leaning against the wall by the door.  
He couldn’t see much of her anymore, only her face and 
shoulders.  She lay back in a throne of bubbles, 
looking for all the world like the Queen of Sheba.  

He sat back and wondered about the experience he’d 
just been through.  It was weird, yet gentling.  
Meanwhile, back in the tangible world, his dick 
throbbed and twitched.  He badly wanted to be able to 
cum.

Miles eased into “All Blues”, and she closed her eyes 
to listen a while.  

“This sounds nice.  Very spacey.  Suits my mood right 
now.”

Amazingly he could still think clearly enough to 
contribute to a discussion on musical appreciation.

“It’s only the most popular jazz album of all time.”

“I’ve heard the other one before, the rap one I played 
here the other night.  Only thing I recognised in your 
whole collection.  If not for that CD, I wouldn’t even 
know who Miles Davis was.”

“What’d you think of it?”

“The beat’s good.  But all those notes go right over 
my head.”

“It’s just blues, really.”

“Blues???  Ya mean, that old slave music?”

“My goodness!  At least one of us here knows your 
musical heritage!”

“What the fuck do you know about my musical heritage?”

“Sorry.  I’m spoiling the ambiance.”

“You got that right!”

They lapsed into silence.

“How’s your cock?”

“Suffering.”

“Good.”

It was uncanny how, no matter which way the 
conversation twisted and turned, with a single remark 
she could bring him right back down to size.  Remind 
him who was calling the shots around here.
 
She remained soaking like that for another ten 
minutes.  Starting to feel giddy with heat, she arose 
from the depths like a Cleopatra.

“You may dry me.”

He’d already selected his thickest, most fluffy towel, 
and as she stepped out he ran it everywhere over her 
body to eliminate soap bubbles and water drips. She 
glowed.  Her tits wobbled and shook as she moved.

Satisfied with his attention over her, she moved past 
him to get her bag, and then went to his bedroom.

He followed, turning the lighting down lower and 
pulling back the covers for her.  She indicated that 
he should lie down on his back.

His ankles got bound by a webbing noose that looped 
through the foot of the bed.  One arm was restrained 
right to the headboard itself.  The other was given a 
lot more slack, so he could reach down to his dick but 
not across to the other bonds.  

She knelt down and got across him, straddling his 
thighs.  Absolutely naked. Chocolatey.  Curvey.  
Delicious.

“You must want to cum pretty bad by now.”

“Yes.”

“I bet you’d like me to fuck you.”

“Yes.”

“I’m not gonna.  But you can play with yourself, if 
you want.”

He did want.  He immediately seized his erect prick 
with the one hand that’d been permitted some freedom 
of movement, and got it moving vigorously.  She 
watched him do this for about twenty seconds.

“Now stop.”

“What?”

His hand was still a blur.

“STOP!”

He stopped.  It took a super-human effort.

“Why?”

“Because I asked you to.”

“Will you let me cum?”

“Eventually.”

He was getting desperate.  It had been building all 
day.

“I did what you asked today.  I didn’t jack off.  You 
said I could cum tonight.”

“You can.  But not yet.”

“Why not?”

“First, I wanna see you squirm.  I wanna hear you 
beg.”

“Jesus!  Don’t you owe me some satisfaction by now?”

“I don’t owe you nuthin’.  This ain’t about your fun, 
remember?  Just only mine.”

“But …”

“Those are my terms.  Quit whining, or I’ll go home.”

His hand had snuck back to his rock-hard dick again, 
but he daren’t move it just yet.

“What if I just carry on wanking, and to hell with 
you!”

Ooooh! she thought.   Mutiny!  Trouble below deck!

“Then I’ll squeeze your balls ‘til your eyes water.”

He found this argument persuasive, and wisely kept his 
hand still.

“Why be so mean to me?  What do you get out of it?”

“This.”

She took his hand firmly away from his dick, ooched 
herself up closer, and rubbed it against her tush.  
Then she bent his arm back until his fingers could 
reach his nostrils.

“Can you smell how wet I am?”

He certainly could.  

“Can you find it in your heart to stop arguing and 
just do what I ask, knowing how horny its gonna make 
me?”

He nodded.

There was that gleam in her eye again.  The fire of a 
lust that had to be sated.  And it had to be done her 
way, not his way.

“Play with yourself!” she commanded.

He did so instantly, stroking himself to a climax he 
hoped would arrive before any further interruption.

“Stop!”

Oh shit!  He’d been about another five strokes from 
tripping his trigger.  Could she read some kind of a 
pressure dial in his eyes, or something?  He could 
keep them closed to deny her that information, but 
that would deny him the sight of her sitting up on 
him, heavy breasts swinging and jiggling with every 
little movement, the fabulous points of her dark 
nipples aimed at his face.

She leaned forward and adjusted the sliding tensioner 
on the webbing until his wanking arm was just as 
tightly restrained as the other one.

Then she slid sideways to straddle a single leg, so 
that her moist gash was riding directly on his thigh.

These new arrangements left him with no way to 
stimulate himself.

“You must be really ready to cum now.”

“Yes!”

He was starting to tremble, and practically whimpered 
his reply.  This kind of desperation always got her 
hot.  He looked so sexy at that moment, tied and 
helpless.  All frantic now, and entirely because he’d 
complied with everything she’d asked of him.  Who said 
chivalry was dead?

She encircled his cock snugly with thumb and 
forefinger, just behind its head.

This was like throwing a straw to a drowning man.  His 
hips jerked, trying to thrust through her grip.  
Except that her weight upon his upper thighs limited 
the traverse of his pelvis, restricting the amplitude 
of his urgent fuck motions.  

Her encirclement of him was just enough to provide 
some degree of sensation. She calculated he should now 
be able to make himself cum, though it wouldn’t be 
easy.  He’d have to strain every sinew.  Really sweat 
for it.  She loved every minute of his struggle. 

His labours were sufficient to grind his leg against 
her juicy channel each time he vainly jerked.  A 
process she assisted by pushing back to meet each tiny 
thrust.

But it was still not enough to bring him to the brink 
of the orgasm he so badly desired.  Anytime he did 
succeed in getting his foreskin rolling just right, 
she’d slacken her grip to lessen the sensation again.   
Meanwhile, her own sensations were building nicely.

“Tell me how badly you want to come.”

“Badly!  I can’t stand it!”

“You don’t sound desperate enough.”

This was not at all true.

“Please!  If I don’t shoot soon, I’m gonna die!”

She was loving his reactions to this torture.  He was  
struggling vainly to cum.  Desperate, in a heroic sort 
of way.  Not at all pathetic.  Just as well, because 
she despised pathos.  This, on the other hand, was a 
truly enobling sight. Such labours, such trials on her 
behalf!

She lost control of herself as her orgasm struck.  She 
had to release his dick from her grasp and throw out 
an arm, to stop herself from falling over.  This left 
him thrashing his hips pointlessly into thin air as 
she rode his leg like a bronco.  Her climax was a real 
beauty, one of the best, and several times she groaned 
long and low until it was over.  

Coming to her senses, she could see that his need was 
no less urgent, even as hers was dissipating.  She 
felt suddenly proud of him, and thought it right to 
grant him at least one small favor.

Sliding her body back down toward the foot of the bed, 
she got up on her hands and knees.  Heavy breasts 
brushed the tops of his thighs.  With one hand she 
held his cock straight up like a flagpole.  Her face 
descended excruciatingly slowly until she had about 
two inches of it inside her mouth, but without yet 
letting it touch anything.  

He stared in helpless fascination at this tableaux of 
fellatio, his cock in her mouth and her big eyes 
looking lustfully into his.  As a visual stimulus it 
was beyond anything else he’d ever dreamed of.  In the 
all-important tactile sense it was rather lacking, 
unless you counted the rush of her hot breath.

Slowly, deliberately, she relaxed her gaping jaw and 
full pouting lips to close in on him with a hot velvet 
that enveloped him completely.  She applied suction as 
she pulled her lips back to its tip, then slowly sank 
down along his shaft again.  And that was it.  He 
literally exploded.  

It was big.  So big it blew his mind.  The force of it 
was just something else, such incredible release, like 
a dam had just burst.

It made a hell of a mess.  She couldn’t hold all that 
he expelled, and it leaked and gushed from her mouth 
even before he’d stopped shooting.  To her credit she 
kept on fellating until his pulsations had completely 
subsided, but no way could she keep all of that lot 
in.

She kept most of it, though.  Scooting up his torso 
with cum running down her chin, she was able to give 
him her by-now trademark sloppy kiss.  If she could 
choose a musical accompaniment for a moment like this, 
it might be “Return to sender!”

She quickly released his bonds and snuggled down 
beside him, finally sated.  He too was now satisfied 
at last, though his balls had already begun a dull 
ache from having come so hard.

“Well sweetie, your first blow-job from me!  How’d ya 
like it?”

“Didn’t really count as a blow-job, didn’t last long 
enough.”

“Baby, that’s hardly my fault!”

”Just kidding!  It was fantastic.  The most intense 
climax I can remember.”

“Why, thank you!”  She basked in his praise for a few 
moments.

“I think ‘cos you delayed it so long.  It intensified 
it, somehow.  I never thought to try that before.”

“We got lots of stuff to try.”

“You make me nervous by saying that.  But also a 
little intrigued.”

“Only a little?”

“I gotta be honest.  I don’t like some of the stuff 
you do to me.  But I like what it does to you.”

“Honey, that’s so sweet!  I truly believe you may be 
starting to get it.”

“Get what?”

“What makes me tick.”