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You glistened in the candlelight.  There was something very lascivious about the way you looked naked, tied down, and shining.

Standing in front of the bed, I pushed each of your feet back, bent your knees, rotated your hips and caused your pussy to open up before me.

My hand was coated with oil and I used it to massage your tender perineum, from your pussy to the tight pucker of your ass.

When I touched you there, you let out a small gasp.  I wondered if it was a gasp of pleasure.

With two fingers I started to rub circles around that sensitive spot.  Yes, it was a gasp of pleasure.  I wondered if anyone had touched you like that before, or if it was a new, enjoyable sensation.  Again, I was aware of the trust you had in me.  You didn’t recoil, perhaps unable to do so.  But I was enjoying how the sensation pleased you, so I continued.

Thoroughly coated with the oil, I slid the tip of my middle finger into the tight hole, one knuckle deep.  You moaned.

I withdrew it a little, and you whimpered.  I pushed it back in again, and you moaned.

Slow, slow strokes, in and out.  Pushing slightly deeper into the tight, slick, sensitive hole.  When my finger was almost two knuckles deep, I paused.

“Does this feel good?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” you answered.

“Let’s see what else feels good,” I said.

I withdrew my finger.  I looked at your body.  One of us needed to come, badly, I thought.

The only drawback of the massage oil was that it had a bitter aftertaste.  But that mattered little to me at that moment.

My tongue traced a line up and down your perineum.  I tongued your ass.  You wriggled with pleasure.

“You want to feel my tongue on your clit?” I asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

“You want me to suck your clit?”

“Yes.”

“Then ask me,” I insisted.

“Please John, suck my clit.  Please.  I want to feel your mouth on my clit.”

I exposed your swollen clit.  My eager mouth was ready.  The tip of my tongue touched down on it, hot and firm.  I drew tiny tiny circles, very, very slowly over the tip of your hot, swollen clit.

Then I sucked your clit into my mouth where my tongue lavished you with firm, slow licks and swirls. You thrust your hips up, and my closely shaved chin slid between your pussy lips, coating me with your excitement.

I easily slid two fingers into you.  They rubbed up against the wall of your pussy, just beneath your clit.  Your moans became loud, and your hips bucked and writhed, fucking my face and fingers.

With my other hand I fingered your ass.  I held my hand still; your own hip movements made my finger fuck your ass.

You raised your feet, seeking my shoulders, but they came to rest on my biceps.

I knew you were feeling intense pleasure.  I knew it.  I also knew that I could make you come, if I sucked maybe a little harder, or swirled my tongue a little faster.  I knew it.  But I wanted the pleasure to last as long as possible.

Your moans got louder.

You gasped for air.

Was that a soft grunt I heard?

You were on the edge.  I knew it.

[To be continued.  One more part to come.]

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