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Nine O'clock
by Phyllis (phyllis@eld.amc.com)

***

A couple enjoy a little romantic bondage play as she 
explores his body while he's cuffed and blindfolded. 
(MF, oral, mast, bd, blindfolded, cons)

***

Nine 'o' clock, the Witching Hour, as my husband and I 
call it. I sigh and stretch, feeling my back muscles 
pull and shift, the soft pop of kinks pulling out, the 
gentle touch of the cotton, long-sleeved t-shirt against 
my small breasts. 

It's cold out, tonight, and we hadn't had time to light 
a fire in the woodstove, so I shiver, a little, at the 
touch against my cold stiffened nipples. The 501's are 
an ever present hug, and in my seated position, they are 
tight against my crotch. I lick and stick the last of 
the envelopes for the bills, and then get up to put them 
in the hallway to be mailed the next morning.

The running water upstairs has stopped, as has the 
noises of his activities. I sit back down, feeling the 
caress of my jeans, and read an article on a new 
learning model. Part of my mind is with him, thinking of 
the growing of his impatience, his anticipation. I check 
the doors to be sure they're locked, one last time, turn 
down the heat, and go upstairs.

When I first move into the room, I'm a little 
disappointed, as it looks as if he is simply asleep 
under the down comforter in the middle of the bed. The 
soft light of the reading lamp is golden over the 
parchment colored comforter, touching a gold shine off 
his dark hair. Then I see the rope tied, tightly, to the 
left leg of the bed, and I smile. His eyes open, his 
body turns, and I see the line of the rope as it moves 
with him, and the diagonal tilt of his body. I breathe 
deeply, and meet his sea blue gaze. 

Slowly, I walk over to his side of the queen sized bed. 
His hands come into view as he moves the covers away 
from his face, one is cuffed, the cuffs joined, the 
other cuff dangles free. His eyes go to my face. I climb 
onto the bed, and straddle his turned chest, one leg 
with much of my weight on his lower arm. Then I wrap my 
long hands around the warm wrist of his other hand. 

His arm resists me, but I have my whole body's weight to 
put against his lone arm. It yields, slowly, the 
hardness of his muscles move against my mound, the 
tension playing his face making it beautiful in the 
lamplight, and then he yields completely when the wrist 
touches the other cuff. I snap it on and tie it tight, 
feeling his gaze on my face. 

I get off the bed, pull the bindings of the cuffs and he 
follows, wiggling a little, on his side, until his 
wrists are just over the edge of the right side of the 
bed, and then I tie them to the upper right leg of the 
bed. 

I run a hand down his arm, slowing along the sensitive 
areas under his upper arm, a thumb brushes his nipple, 
he sighs. My other hand catches his chin, turns his face 
up from the pillows, and then I kiss him, slowly, 
deeply, my cold lips against his warm ones. He moans and 
his mouth opens to mine. 

I thoroughly explore his mouth with my tongue, running 
it along the edges of his teeth, stroking his tongue 
with mine. And then I kiss him, hard, using my teeth on 
his lips, his tongue, his breathing shudders. I pull up. 
He looks at me, and pulls, restlessly, against the wrist 
restraint, and he sighs. I feather a kiss along his arm, 
tuck the covers around him, and then go and brush my 
teeth and pull out my contacts. 

When I come back out, he looks at me. "On your front." I 
say as I fasten a ropes to the other two legs of the 
bed. I hear him turn and move. By the time I'm done, he 
is on his front. I unhook the cuff on this right leg and 
tie it to the right leg of the bed. I skin out of my 
clothes, and stretch, one more time, in the cold air, 
and then dive under the covers. 

His warm, relaxed body contracts, jumps at my cold 
embrace. The warm, smooth skin of his back and buttocks 
is like fire against my belly and breasts, and my ice 
block feet clamp onto his furry calves. He yelps at the 
shock, his body arching under me. I take advantage of 
it, and slip my cold hands and arms around him. 

My hands move to his belly. He bucks, but can't get me 
off of him, so he slowly settles with a shiver. And then 
I bury my cold nose and mouth against the center of his 
back. He jumps, but then only shudders under me. 

Gradually, we both warm up. Then, with the warmth of the 
comforter on top of me, I straddle a leg, my mound 
against the hardness of the muscles of his thigh, and I 
start to kiss his back. I start with feathering kisses 
along his shoulders, my fingers and fingernails working, 
gently between his shoulder blades. Moving, pressing 
against the rolls of muscle along his spine, scratching 
and scratching along the areas of his back that cause 
him to start moving, under me. 

Slowly, I move down, pulling the comforter over my head, 
and in the warm darkness, I kiss and bite my way down 
his back. Licking and kissing and running my hands along 
his sides. His responsive movements against my pussy 
start to get me wet.

At the small of his back, I feel his body tense. I run 
my hands over the tightness of his buttocks. Then 
gently, I run two fingers, one along each leg, slowly up 
his inner thighs, and then my fingernails trail up along 
the soft flesh where his legs meet his buttocks. 

I feel his muscles clench, the soft hiss of his breath. 
Hands back, along his muscular thighs, and then I move 
further down, and out from under the comforter, off the 
bed. I keep one hand on an ankle, as I move his right 
leg back to the left.

"Roll over." I like watching the awkwardness of his 
movement, as his arm gets in the way, tangled with the 
comforter. The frustration as it fouls his face. I 
massage his feet, and then, slowly, let my hands roam up 
his legs, along the hard bulge of his calves, massaging, 
kneading. 

Then his thighs slowly, thoroughly touched and explored. 
He shivers and his eyes close, as I move further up, and 
the tension in his body slowly increases. His hips start 
to roll with the rhythm of my movement, and I feel the 
beginnings of a sweat raising on him. 

I gently put my palm against his balls, wrap my thumb 
and forefinger around his shaft, and then one, smooth 
slow stroke of the hand up, and then hard and fast down 
along the smooth skin of his already hard cock. I watch, 
avidly, as his whole body arches and a wordless cry is 
forced out of him.

I stop, and pull the comforter down to cover his toes. 
His eyes flash sapphire in the light as he gently pants. 
I walk around the bed to his head. I remove the pillows, 
fold the covers back to clear the top of his chest, and 
then straddle his face. His tongue reaches out, and, 
tentatively, begins to lick. I rub my sex against his 
nose, his smooth, just shaved chin, and his whole mouth 
starts to work on me. I moan and move with the 
sensations of his mouth as it softly probes and strokes 
me.

My hands start to explore his chest, ribs, and then 
under the covers, his belly. I feel the cold rush of his 
breath as I rub my palms against both his nipples, and 
again as I explore the soft, dampening hollows between 
his belly and hip bones. He moans against me as I start 
to play with his balls, the vibrations of his moans 
bring me down to my elbows, over his body. 

I like them so much, I push the covers down to his 
knees. I get a hold of his cock with its crystal clear 
drop of pre-cum forming at its tip and start to lick and 
kiss the tip of it. His moaning is delicious against my 
clit. Then I take the whole tip in my mouth, stroking it 
with my tongue. He cries out, his hips moving, his hands 
pulling at the rope hard enough to make the bed frame 
creak. 

I stop, and rub myself against his mouth. I feel his 
gasping in the breaths against my clit, and in the 
movement of his body under mine, as he gets back to 
pleasuring me. I lie on him, my head on the top of his 
thigh and hip. My hair caressing his balls and shaft. He 
gradually works me into a frenzy, my legs hard against 
the headboard, my nails digging into his legs. My cries, 
sharp and gasping, as he pushes me over into orgasm, 
sound far away as the sensation takes my body and shakes 
it, hard. I fall forward.

For a while I rest, on top of him, his chin against my 
crotch. I lever myself up, turn around and thoroughly 
kiss his cum wet face, tasting my juices and scent on 
him as I use my lips on his mouth, nose, and cheeks. 

Then I move his bonds so that he is completely spread-
eagle, and I blindfold him. I lie next to him, my body 
pressed up against his, my hand starts playing with his 
chest, his belly and ribs, and I start to use my tongue 
and lips on his highly sensitive ear. Gently taking the 
lobe of his ear with my tongue, and pulling it to my 
teeth, running the tip of my tongue around the edges of 
his ear, then along the snail shell spiral of its 
structure. 

Slowly, thoroughly, even as my hand sooths and plays, 
teasing a nipple, combing through his pubic hair, 
running along the smoothness of his belly, through the 
thickness of the hair on his chest, dipping in his 
bellybutton, and along his sides. He jerks, shivers, 
gasps and his cock is soon at attention, quivering and 
wet, the beat of his heart mirrored in the tiny movement 
of its tip. 

I get up, and kneel on either side of his head. His head 
turns, and his mouth gently kisses my calf. I lower my 
shoulders and head toward his crotch, gently take his 
cock and put my mouth on it, and then shove as much of 
him as I can all the way to the back of my throat. He 
screams, and I'm glad he's tied down as his whole body 
tries to fold around it. 

Quickly, relentlessly, I do 15 hard, fast, thorough 
strokes, using the ring of my thumb and forefinger as a 
second, hard stimulus to follow my mouth, and ignoring 
the rhythm his hips try to impose on me, ignoring the 
tied down flailing of his body, and the cries behind me 
that get louder with each stroke, and then I stop. Well, 
ignoring them as far as my actions are concerned, I'm 
dripping by the time I stop. 

He moans and twitches, I feel his face blindly moving 
against my leg. I tighten the ring of my fingers at the 
base of his cock, and it eventually softens. 

Five more sets of 15 strokes, and he is incoherent, his 
breathing is a sobbing, and his body is a hard mass of 
tension and shivering. We are both dripping with sweat, 
all the covers are on the floor. One more set and he is 
so hard, I know he's just on the brink. 

For a long moment I just look at him, all tensioned 
muscle, hard flat belly, broad shoulders, arms cabled 
against the bonds, thighs big enough that my hands can't 
reach around them, and over it all the soft sheen of 
sweat and the glint of the golden highlights of his 
brown hair on his arms, legs and chest. 

I take off the blindfold, and for a moment, his eyes are 
still blind, wild and lost in sensation. I slide a 
condom over his cock, and with each stroke I use in 
putting it on, he sighs and shivers. Then his eyes start 
to focus on me, and as they look, I slowly, gently, 
slide my pussy over his cock.

His eyes roll up, showing white as his arms bulge 
against his bonds. I put all my weight on my hands on 
his belly, pushing to keep him from pushing up into me. 
"STILL." I say, and he shudders, his fists close, but he 
is still. 

He whimpers as I ever-so-slowly move down, his head 
moves, restlessly. My breath hisses through my teeth as 
his swollen hardness fills me. With my palms flat 
against his belly, I start to move, using his cock to 
massage my cunt, sometimes coming completely off it to 
rub it against my clit, only to get on it again and push 
it to the hilt. 

He is very, very good about staying still, under me, and 
I enjoy the cost to him, as I watch his muscles knot and 
gnarl, his face slowly taking on a rectus that could be 
as much agony as ecstasy. I move my hands so that they 
are either side of his face. He turns and kisses my 
wrist. "O.K." I say and he starts to move under me.

But then I start moving on him very quickly, too quickly 
for his rhythm to build, and soon he is crying out with 
every stroke. My breathing soon synchs with the strokes 
as well, and I'm able to use each breath for a harder 
push until I'm pounding against him. His mouth opens in 
a soundless scream as the tension builds until the whole 
bed frame creaks with each stroke. 

Then he snaps, his whole body arcing, and five hard, 
fast, wild bouncing strokes later, I cum as well, and I 
hear/feel him cry out as my inner muscles rhythmically 
milk every last drop from him. I collapse on top of him, 
still orgasming. 

He involuntarily moves into me, and my muscles spasm 
into a tight hold on him. Gradually, the exchange of 
involuntary stimulus slows, and, eventually, stops, as 
our breathing slows. His heart pounds under my ear, an 
almost sobbing sigh moves through his body.

I get up, and our breaths hiss as he leaves me. We kiss, 
long, slow and deep. I stroke his cheek and his face 
turns to place a kiss in the center of my palm. I 
tiredly climb out and untie all the ropes, pull off his 
cuffs, gently get rid of the condom, get him some TP, 
clean myself off, pull the covers back onto the bed, and 
then fall in. 

I curl up against him, feel his arms close around me, 
and hear his deep, soft, now sleepy voice say, "Thank 
you." 

I kiss his cheek and happily say, "You're very welcome." 
And the warm, dark oblivion of sleep takes me over.

Phyllis

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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