Denise opened her eyes and looked around. She was alone in the room. She was still tied to the four posters on Tom’s bed. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything so much, as she wanted Tom to unleash the passion that he continued to build up inside her.
Tom knew what he was doing. He knew exactly when his next touch or lick would send her over the edge into total sexual pleasure. He made sure he stopped short every single time. Those times that he brought her just a little too close, he would get up and leave her and allow the passion to subside.
Tom teased her unmercifully. “I bet if I untied your hands now, they would go straight to your pussy. Would you like me to untie you, Denny? Do you want to cum? Just a little bit more time, my Baby… Just a little longer.”
Denise wasn’t sure how much more she could stand. Tom had been gone now for a nice while. She could see the clock when she turned her head. It was quarter to four. She had to leave by seven o’clock. Her mind started spinning! Why didn’t he come back? How much longer would he leave her in this exposed position?
In desperation, she called out. “Tom….! Tom-mmy…!! Ple-easse.. Tommy!
Tommy appeared in the open doorway.
“You are ready for more, my Little Lover…? Tell me… Tell me what you want….”
“Please, Tommy… please?” Denise’s eyes pleaded with her captor.
“Please….? No problem… that would be my pleasure.” Tom licked him fingers noisily, and traced a moist pathway from the very wet opening of Denise’s pussy, between her lips, right up to the fleshy nub that was her clitoris. He placed his fingers back in his mouth, making little sucking, kissing sounds, as he licked Denise’s juices off his fingers.
“You taste soo-oo yummy…! I want more….!”
Denise wasn’t sure she would be able to keep from cumming… no matter what. She was so ready. Tom had taken back at least four orgasms. As much as she wanted to be free of her restraints, she so wanted those warm waves of release.
“I think we should take a snapshot for our album.”
Denise struggled, yet again. The soft ropes tightened around her wrists. Each time her arms relaxed so did the tightening. She stopped struggling. She was beat.
Tom’s fingers probed Denise’s wet warm pussy.
“Let’s see….hmmmm!” Tom withdrew his fingers and again licked them individually. He gently pulled back the fleshy hood of her clitoris, exposing the glistening pink organ, and he licked rapidly.
“Ohhh… my Baby… doesn’t that feel good?” He watched her face as he licked. “Nice, isn’t it? Look at me! Look…!”
