Bondage 2 – Bernhard

In the brochure of the discount store where all the nice things are available, I read that this week a collapsible massage table was on offer. So I went out and bought one. On the way home I imagined how I could pay back for Olga’s bondage. When I got home, I undressed completely, went into the bathroom and waved one of the palm trees so that nothing stood in my way when assembling and disassembling the couch.

I had locked the apartment door to prevent Olga from surprising me while I was doing it, because you could not unlock the door if the key was inside. I had just made the final preparations when the doorbell rang. I looked through the spy and as expected Olga was standing in front of the door. Her apartment was on the top floor and so I opened the door without hesitation, stark naked. Olga looked a little puzzled, but then shook my penis instead of my hand, kissed me on the forehead and noticed: “But it suits you – the sweat on your forehead.

I let her in and replied, “I was about to take a shower.” As she closed the door behind her, I started to undress her and in no time we were in the shower. She could not have guessed that the reason for my excitement was not only the tender play with the lather, but my anticipation of the coming game. With the words: “We can’t leave it like this” she polished my lance with her tender fingers and after we rinsed off the lather and my sperm, she got out of the shower and I put the water on the coldest level. We dried each other and before Olga could go into the living room I held her down.

In the hallway, I blindfolded her eyes with a silk scarf and took the long scarf that was still hanging from her shackle on the hall stand into the living room. I led her to the massage table that was standing in the middle of the room. When her thighs touched the edge of the couch, she felt the imitation leather surface with her hands and I helped her to lie on it with her stomach. She flinched a little when I drizzled massage oil on her shoulders, back, buttocks and legs.

I stood on one of the long sides of the couch and she grabbed my still limp limb. “Oh, I have something for your other hand, too.” I said it, went around the couch to the coffee table and pressed a dildo into her hand. I enjoyed watching her try to feel which one it was. “Nature boy?” – “Guessed!” When I stood up on the couch again, she unerringly reached into my crotch, blindfolded. “It can’t be Bernhard’s, he was hanging down a moment ago.” As if she had to check further, she felt me up, tickled my pubic hair and finally said: “But somehow it feels like Bernhard. – “That was too easy. I can’t accept that,” I returned.

I went back to the coffee table and took another dildo. The massage table had a cutout for mouth and nose at the head end. I squatted down, nudged her nose with the dildo and she said: “That’s unfair, I can’t smell it. When I touched her lips with the dildo, she stuck out her tongue and asked: “I need a little more. Only the tip of the tongue is hard.” Since she could not come down any further with her mouth, I slowly pushed the dildo into her mouth. “Now it is easy. This giant acorn can only belong to ‘Mr. Bombastic’.”

I stopped at the head end, pushed the dildo into Olga’s free hand and began to massage her neck and shoulders. “You can do this every day,” I was told. Loud sounds encouraged me as I kneaded her back. Then I went to the other end of the couch and grabbed one foot. She laughed because I had tickled the sole of her foot. I kneaded each toe, stroked her between the toes, stretched her lower leg up and massaged it. I repeated the same with the other foot, with the other leg.

Before I began to massage the backs of her thighs, I stood on the long side of the couch again. Olga let go of “Mr. Bombastic” and I could just about catch him. “I want to feel you again,” and had me in my hand again. I threw the dildo on the couch, massaged her thighs starting at the back, pushed her legs a little bit apart to get better access to the insides and stroked with the back of my hand over the spot where the two legs came together and she twitched every time.

Finally, I kneaded her buttocks with both hands, ran my fingers through her buttocks and massaged her anus with circular movements, light pressure and oily fingertips. As an answer I first heard soft moaning and after a while the request: “Now the whole thing from the front”. She slowly turned on her back and I understood that she did not mean a repetition from the neck up.

Although I had only massaged her back, I could see from her hard nipples and the reddened, swollen and slightly opened vulval lips that my hands had left traces on the front as well.

I took the hand that was on my side, pressed it to my chest and began to massage her fingers one by one. I kneaded her palm, her forearm and her upper arm. When I switched to the other side of the bed, the “nature boy” moved to the other hand and I could devote myself to the other hand, the other arm.

Before I stood at the head end to massage Olga’s shoulders, I took the dildo from the couch and pressed it into her free hand. I kissed her mouth and whispered in her ear: “You look beautiful. As I touched her erect nipples one after the other with the tip of my tongue, she flinched and writhed on the couch.

I massaged her shoulders and upper body up to the base of her chest. On the way to the foot end I took a vibrator from the coffee table, put this dildo between her legs, kneaded the front of her thighs, her belly and circled around her lap, which became more and more purple and opened further. I would have liked best to crawl into her, instead I approached the wet crevice more and more with both hands. When I touched her swollen lips with my thumbs, she put the two dildos out of her hands and twirled her nipples. But that was not in the sense of my playing.

So I took the scarf, which was lying over the back of a chair, and knotted it around one wrist, pressed “Mr. Bombastic” into her hand, threw the end of the scarf under the couch to the other side, walked around the couch, pulled the scarf tight, wrapped it around the other wrist and pressed the “nature boy” into her hand. I pushed the leg that she had bent up on this side outwards, wrapped the scarf once around her knee, knotted the end of the scarf and went back to the foot end. She could move her outstretched leg and the dildo was sticking out from the hollow of the knee of the other leg.

I had the feeling that her outer vulval lips had opened even more, turned on the vibrator in front of it and stuck it into her pussy. With my thumbs I moved the dildo up and down while I stroked her clitoris and the inner vulval lips with my other fingers. I bent over, let the tip of my tongue circle around her pearl and pulled her Venus lips apart with both hands. She moaned softly, squirming as much as her limited movement allowed and pressing the heel of her free leg into my neck.
With my chin I slowly pressed the whirring dildo further and further into her pussy and only the knob was looking out a little bit. My hands were well oiled and quickly my middle and ring fingers were in the pussy and stroked her from the inside. Thereby I licked her pearl, which I squeezed again and again with the fingertips of my little fingers. Olga’s louder moans were music to my ears.

When I stopped playing with tongue and fingers, the music became very soft and the whirring of the vibrator became louder as I turned at its end.

I took a peacock feather from the coffee table, stood next to Olga’s outstretched arm and stroked with the feather over her pussy with the dildo inside, over her twitching belly and finally over her breasts. After I put the feather back on the table, I began to massage her plump breasts, circling her nipples, squeezing her breasts and licking her rock hard nipples in quick succession. The music from Olga’s mouth became louder again and drowned out the steady whirring from her pussy.

I straightened up, stroked Olga’s breasts with one hand further and took “Mr. Bombastic” out of her hand and she took the opportunity to grab my penis which was lying on her hand. I put the dildo in her crotch and with my well lubricated hand I lubricated its glans while she played with her fingers on my glans. “Mr. Bombastic” started purring like a cat when I turned on the vibrator inside. I pulled the other purring dildo slightly out of Olga’s pussy and then gently inserted both of them into her.

I bent over Olga again, stroked her breasts with one hand and kissed her. Olga pushed the two dildos out with her vagina muscles and I pushed them back in. With each time a little deeper. Her abdomen shook and when “Mr. Bombastic” had disappeared up to the scrotum inside her, I held my hand only protectively over her pussy. After a while of persistence she pushed the two intruders out and I did not resist this time.

I took the two whirring dildos that had slipped out of her pussy, lay down on her breasts and wanted to free Olga from her shackles, but then very carefully loosened the knot on one hand, kissed her, whispered in her ear: “Your masseur needs to rest a bit”, and laid me down on the couch on my back. She was still protesting, but when I made a slight snoring sound to give the impression that I had fallen asleep, she fell silent.

I watched as she pulled one hand out of the loosened noose, pulled the blindfold down, untied the knot on the other wrist, turned off the vibrators and slowly got off the couch. As she turned to me, I quickly closed my eyes.

Silently like a cat she crept up to me, kneeled over me and her pussy covered the part of my body that couldn’t put itself to sleep. As she rode on me, I opened one eye first, then the other and looked into her lust distorted face. With her vagina she choked my snake and after I poured myself into her she sank down on my chest and kissed me passionately.

While I was still speechless, she began to talk: “I thought you were going to present all my lovers to me, but as a dark blonde I can just about count to three. And you actually wanted to withhold my current lover from me? Because he thinks he doesn’t want to fill me up? I felt him, even though he was all alone in me, even though he always seeks company.” “Tell me, Mr. Bombastic, was he alone in me?” I shook my head. “Do you think I’m a nymphomaniac?” I shook my head again and replied, “You’re the woman I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams.”

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