There was lot of spare chain so he could roam around the whole of our double bed but, start towards the rest of the room and the chain pulled him short.There was lot of spare chain so he could roam around the whole of our double bed but, start towards the rest of the room and the chain pulled him short. Davids' eyes questioned why; all I said was "I just want a little freedom to play where I want...why don't you watch me..?" As I spoke I let my long, mousy hair down from its clips - the ends settled just above the swell of my firm 36 inch bust. My tits were firm, and full, and I loved touching them. As my hand slid outside my blouse, as I stood, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed so that David, propped up on pillows could see me over his throbbing cock, I raised my face so that my boobs strained against my caressing fingers and my hips arched my ass from against the wall. I sighed gently as I felt my nipples, rigid through my clothing, pushing nail-hard against my touch. My sighs turned to small mews in my throat and I unbuttoned my blouse and my front-catching bra, finally feeling my hands on my bare breasts, squeezing and caressing their fullness and pinching and pulling at my long nipples. The more I played the more carried away I became and I pleaded with David, "Watch me Baby, watch me play with myself." He just replied, breathily, "Yes, Darling, do it, wank for me, masturbate, jerk yourself off, finger-fuck your cunt..." I was surprised at the vehemence of his words but then, glancing through my half-closed eyes I saw that David was firmly rubbing the flat of his hand over his cock. His hands intermittently played over his thighs and balls and his fingers occassionaly went to tweak his nipples, leaving his back arched as his cock pleaded to regain its rubbing hand. Closing my eyes again I scratched hard at my nipples, hurting them and loving the pain. My right hand dived under the waistband of my skirt in order to rub away some of the frustration from my soaking pussy but, finding it restricted by the waistband and only able to tantalisingly play with my erect clit, I undid the catch on the side of the skirt with my left hand and then cried out in pleasure as three fingers of my hand rammed themselves deep into my gaping cunt as the skirt dropped around my ankles. |