Empty Nester's Second Round

The rain hammered against the windows of the guest bedroom, a relentless rhythm matching the frantic thumping of my own heart. Mary Beth lay on the chaise lounge, her body a sculpted masterpiece of curves and shadows in the dim light, a stark contrast to the wild abandon that was about to consume her. Round two, as we’d christened it, was already proving more intense than the first. The memory of her desperate pleas, her frantic struggles against the restraints, still burned in my mind, fueling the fire that now raged within me.

I stood, pulling her up with me, and placed her carefully on the ladder-back chair. It was a vintage piece, the kind my grandmother used to have, its worn leather and solid wood radiating an almost primal energy. Securing her feet and hands with the thick rubber ball gag was an act of both dominance and intimacy, a physical manifestation of my control and her submission. The straps dug into her skin, a welcome discomfort that heightened her awareness, sharpened her senses. She fought against the restraints, her body arching and twisting, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but her eyes remained locked on mine, a silent testament to her willingness to play my game.

As I knelt before her, the cool touch of her skin sent shivers down my spine. Lifting her slightly, I pressed my tongue against her clitoris, a slow, deliberate exploration that built anticipation with every second. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious torment that threatened to overwhelm my senses. Her body tensed beneath my touch, her muscles clenching with a desperate need.

Suddenly, she strained against her bonds, attempting to push harder against me, a primal surge of desire threatening to break through her restraints. It was exhilarating to witness her struggle, to feel the raw, untamed power of her body yearning for release. I responded by slapping her ass hard several times, each impact sending a jolt of pleasure through her, a sharp reminder of my control. The first few hits were brutal, designed to break her spirit, but as I continued, the rhythm became more controlled, more sensual, a deliberate dance between dominance and submission.

The rubber ball gag was a perfect tool for amplifying her pleasure, the smooth, cool surface against her lips a constant reminder of her captivity. She eagerly opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, eager to engage with the object I held in my hand. With her eyes locked on mine, she licked and sucked the ball into her mouth, a desperate attempt to find solace in its texture and shape. As I secured the strap around her head, she squirmed around in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position, her body contorting in a desperate search for relief.

But there was no escape, no sanctuary from my dominance. As I watched her, I felt a surge of power, a feeling of complete control over her body, her mind, her very soul. The rain continued to fall, a mournful soundtrack to our twisted game.

My fingers slid under her ass, lifting her slightly, and then I pressed my tongue against her clitoris again, intensifying the pleasure. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching, as she fought against her bonds, desperate to find some way to escape the confines of her captivity. The vibrations from the plug within her ass intensified, creating a low, primal hum that reverberated through her entire body. It was a sensation she couldn’t resist, a call to abandon her struggles and surrender to the pleasure she craved.

As the plug continued its relentless assault, she screamed, a primal cry of ecstasy that echoed through the room. Her pussy started spasming, her belly clenched, and her eyes fluttered as she lost consciousness, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure. She collapsed into a limp heap, her head hanging forward, completely immersed in the depths of her own pleasure.

Sliding her hips as far forward in the chair as I could, I turned off the plug and began to slowly pull it from her ass. The sensation of her release was both shocking and incredibly satisfying. Her eyes bugged out as the thick end of the plug stretched her asshole to its limit, finally popping out with a loud, wet sound. Her body convulsed, her muscles working against the force of her orgasm, until she went limp again, her head hanging forward in a state of complete relaxation.

Removing the gag, I found her eyes wide with disbelief, her lips slightly parted in a silent expression of pleasure. She continued to drool, her body still trembling from the intensity of her experience.

“Mmmm, such a good toy,” I said, a hint of amusement in my voice. “My little FUCK TOY is getting fucked BY the toy she bought.” I chuckled as she squirmed and leaked her juice all over, her enjoyment palpable. She moaned loudly, trying to speak but unable to due to the gag in her mouth. Her pussy continued to spasm, her belly clenched, and then her eyes fluttered again as she lost consciousness once more.

Her body convulsed until she went limp, her head hanging forward. At that moment, I realized the full extent of my power, the complete control I had over her mind and body.

Sliding her hips forward, I turned off the plug and began to slowly pull it from her. The sensation of her release was both shocking and incredibly satisfying. Her eyes bugged out as the thick end of the plug stretched her asshole to its limit, finally popping out with a loud, wet sound. Her body convulsed, her muscles working against the force of her orgasm, until she went limp again, her head hanging forward in a state of complete relaxation.

With a final glance, I untied her arms from the chair and pulled her shoulders forward, turning her to face me. I took her by the sides of her face and tipped her head back, forcing her to stare directly into my throbbing hard cock. The sight of it, so close, so vulnerable, was undoubtedly a potent trigger for her.

Holding her head in both hands, I pressed my hips forward, stretching her mouth open wide. She did an incredible job of not pulling back, as she’d promised. As I pushed my cock into her mouth, the anticipation built, the air thick with unspoken desires.

“Shhhhhh, just relax baby, we got this,” I whispered, “just like we talked about.”

With that, she exhaled hard until her lungs were empty, followed by a gasp that opened her throat. I slid my cock into her mouth, feeling the familiar heat of her breath on my skin.

As she struggled to swallow, her throat squeezing and milking me, I caressed her face, a silent acknowledgment of her beauty and her willingness to submit.

“MMMMmmm, such a good wife. You make me more proud every day to be your husband,” I said, my voice laced with genuine affection.

She took a deep breath, then began to blow out again, her body convulsing with pleasure. I continued thrusting, feeling her hot breath on my face, savoring every moment of this shared experience.

“OOOOhhh, baby, I’m going to cum.”

She moaned and swallowed harder with me in her throat, her body responding to my every touch. My cock began to pulse and release my second load, the first two shots going straight down her throat. Then I pulled back and unload several more blasts into her mouth.

“OOOooh, fuck yessss. Suck my cock, Mary Beth. Get all my cum, baby.”

Once I’d filled her mouth, I slowly retracted from her mouth and looked down. Mary Beth’s mouth hung open, cum pooled in it and drooling out of the corners. I pushed her chin up, and with out a sound, she swallowed while our eyes locked. Then she opened wide and laughs out loud, so proud of what she did. But she goes right back into full-on doll mode again.

I smiled and kissed her warm, wet cummy lips. “So, my baby wants to keep playing.”

The rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of our twisted game. As I watched her, I knew that this was just the beginning. There would be many more rounds to come, each one more intense, more thrilling, more satisfying than the last.

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