Speechless 14

She came in carrying a black leather bag and knelt on the carpet in front of him. He was reading, relaxing on the couch. She remained quiet and watched him. He noticed her and her silent attitude. He returned his attention to his tablet.

After a few minutes he again looked down at her. She hadn't said anything, or even moved. She just watched him read. He put down the tablet. "You brought the bag." She'd set the bag on the floor next to the couch. He sat up. She moved forward to kneel in front of him with her hands on his thighs.

"This is a surprise," he said. He opened his legs. She moved in closer. He reached a finger down to her chin and coaxed her head up to look straight at him. He ran his fingers over her face, barely touching. She parted her lips. He traced his thumb along them. She gently closed her lips around it and rested her hands on his crotch. "You're not wearing a bra?"

She unbuttoned her blouse down the front, taking the bottom out of her pants to fully unbutton it and showing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. When she'd finished undoing and opening her blouse, exposing herself, she put her hands back on his crotch. She blew him a kiss.

"Beautiful." He stretched back and slouched forward, putting his crotch closer to her. She didn't retreat. "Look in my eyes." She did so while she rubbed the longish lump in his pants. Her other hand went under and found a rounder lump. "Mmm," he sighed. She massaged him through the cloth. The lump lengthened. "Pants."

She opened his pants and pulled them off. Her hands slid up the lump to the waistband of his underwear, her fingers inching under the elastic. She waited, watching him.

"Continue." She pulled off his underpants, pushed his legs further apart, and moved in closer.

He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. "Your hands." She put her hands back where they'd been before, cupping his balls and lightly rubbing up and down his length. When he was fully erect he said, "Your breasts."

She moved in closer and put his cock between her breasts. She formed their soft flesh around his cock and used her body to slowly stroke him up and down.

After a time he returned his gaze to her and said, "Your face."

She rubbed his cock over her face, first back and forth, cheek to cheek, kissing his underside as it slid over her lips. She painted a cheek with a drop of fluid that leaked from his tip. She closed her eyes when she pressed his cockhead over one eye, then the other, making sure he could feel her soft eyelids with the softest part of his glans. She lowered herself to bring her forehead into contact with his cockhead, tracing it back and forth, then drew it down the side of her face, under her chin, up the other side, back to her forehead, taking her time, watching him. He smiled and closed his eyes in concentration. She circled her face again with him, ending with his tip touching her hair, his side against her nose, and her lips pursed in a kiss between his balls.

"Lips. Yes." He opened his eyes and looked down to see her beginning to use them. She unhurriedly slid her lips up his underside, put his tip in her mouth, and began wetting it while she lightly stroked his sack as his balls were pulled up to the shaft by his hardening. "You put on lip color, didn't you?"

She nodded on his cock, smiling with her eyes, trying to smile with her red lips around his cockhead.

"Continue. Slow down a little. Yes. A little more. Yes, perfect. A little deeper. Ah, yes. Mmm." He rocked his hips in and out, a rhythm she followed and emphasized. "Ah!" he sighed with each suck, over and over. "Ah!"

He slouched down more, getting his cock in better position. She took him deeper. He put his hands on her head. "Close your eyes. Concentrate. More. Never stop." He groaned and grunted loudly as she continued pleasuring him.

His breathing became difficult. "Open... your... eyes. Slower. Even... slower. Barely... barely..." He saw that her eyes stayed on him even as she bobbed her head up and down and took him in and out, each stroke taking a long time. He was able to breathe again. "Resume." He oohed or ahhed or huffed at each thing she did to him, not loud but right at her. She emphasized whatever trick she was playing with her mouth that caused his sounds, making him grunt at her as his hips jerked on their own, out of his control. He slipped a hand through her hair and forced her off.

She leaned into his hand, trying to put her mouth back on him. He held his cock up with his other hand and let her sink down on him a little, just onto his cockhead, which she sucked and licked without holding back. He had to push her off again. She continued to press, leaning more of her weight in, reaching out with her tongue while her hands massaged his balls through his sack. He had to put both hands into her hair to hold her off, just letting the tip of her tongue touch his tip. He weakened and let her sink down on him again, deeper, with more suction. He strained to hold her body from causing her to fall onto him and impaling herself on him. He pulled her back by her hair, let her sink down, pulled her back, in a rhythm, as if he was slowly jerking himself off with her head. Slurping sounds came from her each time her pulled her off. He grinned at her. All the time, she kept her focus on him, her eyes as cool as her mouth was hot, as if it were another woman whose mouth he was using and she was simply observing his reactions.

He had to push her off yet again to regain control. "Show me what's in the bag."

She pursed her lips to give him an air kiss and opened the bag. From it she took out items to show him: cuffs, a blindfold, a vibrator, a paddle, another vibrator.

"Cuffs."

She took out a pair and put them on her wrists.

"Ankles too. Naked."

She removed her blouse and stood to remove her pants.

"No bra and commando too?" he remarked.

She smiled, found another pair of cuffs in the bag, and put them on her ankles.

"Turn around."

She obeyed, putting her hands behind her back. He paused to feel over her bare ass, running a finger up her crack and tickling her before he clipped the wrist cuffs together. As she turned back around and bent her knees he said, "Wait." He reached a hand to her cunt and slid a finger along her slit. "Wet. And you shaved."

She pursed her lips and gave him another air kiss, making a smacking sound.

He laughed and held up his cock. She knelt back down between his legs and resumed her sucking, still keeping her eyes on him. He put his free hand against her cheek to feel her head slide up and down. She turned her head slightly toward his hand and worked his cock into that cheek so he could feel her cheek slide from both sides, inside and out. He trembled. From the corner of her eye she kept watching while she kept doing it to him. She turned the other way so he could feel her other cheek the same way. He angled his cock to one side. She followed, mouthing his cockhead then biting down his length and back up. He angled his cock to the other side. She followed and did the same thing to him on that side.

He pushed his cock down from vertical to almost horizontal. With her hands bound behind her, she had to crouch and tilt her head back to keep him in, her eyes still watching him. She took him deep in this new angle, working him further in with her lips while she stretched her tongue underneath him, opening herself wide, until he could feel the entrance to her throat. He felt her swallow on his tip. He hissed.

He took a handful of her hair again and pulled her back off him. He had to lift his cock up to extract himself. She resisted. He saw red from her lip gloss far down his shaft. She rose to follow his cock's motion, letting him pull her mouth off but gripping him with extra pressure between her tongue and palate, trying to suck him back in, making him gasp as he tugged himself out, and oof as her teeth scratched along his length and caught on the edge of his helmet.

He let her return her tongue to his tip, erasing the scratches with soothing, warm, wet lips. She made more smacky kisses, now right on him. He had to pull away again. She ran her still pursed lips down his underside, kissing and biting, to the base, where she gnawed on him.

He held his cock against his abdomen, slouched his butt to the edge of the seat, lifted his knees, and spread his legs wide with his feet on the couch. He let out a breath. "Balls."

She sank down, arching her back a little to aim her mouth up into his sack. Her hands struggled for a moment in their bonds, trying to come around, but soon stilled. She worked a testicle in, wetting his skin as she sucked harder and soon had it filling her mouth. She squeezed it, using her lips to force it further in, keeping her eyes on him.

He had trouble enduring the intense sensation. His lungs froze in a gasp. He put his hand back on her head, gripped her hair in a fist, but was able to keep himself from stopping her, and just let her do it to him. She squeezed more. His hand fought against the instinct to push her away, his legs wagged in and out as his hips tried to pull back from her clench. He let himself cry out in repeated moans that filled the room as she chewed on him.

She let him go. He breathed again in a long groan. She rose up and pulled his cock straight up with her lips, sank her head down on him with her tongue stuck out, and gave him a series of hard sucks. His feet dropped to the floor and pushed his hips up to get more of himself into her. Again he was losing control.

She pulled off him, a shock that made him jerk. She crouched back down and took his other testicle into her mouth, working it in as she wet his sack with her tongue, sucking this egg in harder from his sack that had drawn up tight with her ballsucking and cocksucking. Again his breathing halted. Faint squeals escaped his tight throat. She sucked harder and he yelled again.

She relented as his thighs clamped on her head and allowed him to pull out of her mouth. She looked up at him and waited. She licked her lips. Drool leaked down her chin.

When he'd again regained his breath, he said, "Up," and pulled her to him. She straddled him on the couch. He held his stiff cock up and guided her cunt down onto it. She leaned into him and slid up and down against him, her nipples scratching over his chest hair, her lips sliding along his ear as her cunt lips slid on his cock. She made tiny groans and quiet gasps. He held her hips and moved them up and down. She bit his shoulder. She whimpered. "Come," he said.

Together they increased the rhythm and depth. Her squeaks became grunts, then gasps, and soon she was shivering in orgasm, a small one. He pushed her down onto him and his hips up into her and made small jerks inside her. She shivered and jerked in turn, aftershocks.

Reaching behind her, he unclasped her wrists and lowered her onto the couch, on her side. She let him pull a hand to an ankle and clip the cuffs together, then the other side. He turned her on her back. Her feet, pulled up to her hands, forced her bent knees apart. He moved between them and pushed his cock into her. As he fucked her he reached down into the bag and found the blindfold. He paused with his cock especially deep and put the blindfold on her.

He resumed his fucking, harder and faster. She fought against making any loud sounds, but the small squeals escaped again. He tickled her, making her writhe, forcing mewling whimpers from her. He twisted both nipples, hard. Her head went back and she arched up toward him. He found clamps in the bag and applied them to her nipples, making her jump as each one took hold. Her shoulders jerked as her hands tried to reach for her breasts, but that only spread her legs more.

He put two fingers into her open mouth, worked them along her tongue while she sucked on them, into her as far as they would go, and finger-fucked her mouth while he fucked her cunt. She squealed on his fingers and came again, much harder this time, shuddering and spasming.

He withdrew his wet fingers, then slowly withdrew his soaking cock. He stood next to her as she lay along the couch, took her blindfolded head in his hands and pulled her onto his cock so she could suck her pussy juice off him. He pulled out briefly, found a vibrator, and worked it into her cunt. She made a noise, "Nnn," and shook her head. He pushed it in further and turned it on.

Even as he put his cock back into her mouth, she was shivering and shaking her head no. He turned up the vibration. She yelled on his cock, at last making a real sound, though muffled around his flesh. He fucked her mouth, not deep, while he rubbed her mound just above her slit. Her hands wouldn't stop trying to reach up or around, making her legs jerk. He reached down between her widely spread thighs and poked his slick finger into her ass crack. She yelled on his cock again and squeezed his hand between her thighs. He moved to the vibrator and wiggled the end.

Her jerks and yelps entered a rhythm that matched his cock's. Her body tensed. He yanked off a nipple clamp. Her teeth clamped on his cock in response, she spasmed and she came again, a small orgasm, making his cock vibrate from her moans while he twisted the freed nub.

He pushed further in, up to the entrance to her throat, squelching her moans, turned up the vibrator again, and pressed and wiggled a finger down on her clit. She bleated around his cock, making gagging sounds. He squeezed the other nipple clamp hard, making her yell on his cock again, then wrenched the clamp off her.

She came so hard she doubled up, her knees hitting her chest. He had to push the vibrator back in, her spasms were squeezing it so hard. He turned it up to max and fucked her with it. Her convulsive doubling had also forced his cock into her throat, making her choke on it. He fucked his cockhead in and out, then held her head and just kept it in her gullet while she sucked and bit on him as her orgasm exploded through her.

She fell back, her whole body vibrating like the vibrator. He withdrew his cock to her tongue and moved himself in and out over it while she gasped in a breath. She gripped his cock between her tongue and palate again, her lips a ring around his shaft. He pulled the blindfold off her and looked into her teary eyes as he pumped himself in and out, in and out, growing even stiffer. She sucked harder on his swollen cockhead, her eyes boring into his. His eyes squeezed shut, he cried out a roar from the bottom of his lungs, and he spurted his load onto her tongue. She swallowed and sucked and swallowed more as he ejaculated again and again until he'd emptied himself into her.

His body lost its strength. He had to pull out and collapse onto the couch next to her. All he could do was breathe and groan. He managed to reach her ankle and unclip a hand.

After some time she unclipped her other hand and sat up. She took out the vibrator, still running, and turned it off. She leaned into him and slid her head down to his crotch, where she rested, her arms around his waist, her face in his bush, her roughly used hair covering his lap. He put his hand on her head and stroked the back of her neck. His crotch warmed with her slow breaths. After more time she put his limp, leaking cock in her mouth and licked it, cleaning him, forcing more shivers from him, using her fingers to work the last of his come up his soft penis and onto her lips.

She rose up and kissed him on the mouth, letting him taste himself on her tongue. From somewhere in the cushions she found his tablet and put it back in his hands. She gathered up her clothes and toys and the bag, stood for a moment before him to let him enjoy one more look at her naked body, still wearing the cuffs, blew him one more kiss, and left.

He went back to his reading, but his eyes wouldn't stay focused, his brain wouldn't parse the words. His world had become speechless. The tablet dropped to his lap. He was contented. Drained. Fulfilled. His eyes closed, his nerves hummed, every muscle as soft and used up as his cock. It was the greatest pleasure simply to exist, he needed nothing more, to just be alive, and to be a man.