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I hadn’t seen or heard from Annabelle for about two weeks. It was late on a Saturday afternoon that she and her husband walked past my home again. This time they didn’t stop, and he completely avoided eye contact. But Annabelle, who was walking behind him, stared longingly. I raised my water bottle as if to toast her and watched as her nipples hardened through her skin-tight top. As she reached the end of my fence line, Annabelle mouthed, “Two hours.”I assumed that meant that we’d be doing something nasty in my backyard very soon, so I headed inside for a shower. I also kept my water bottle full in case she was looking for another golden shower. Although, I was hoping to use her back door as she hinted at last time. I’d also picked up a paddle and a soft leather spanking whip to add another dimension to our play.My research since I’d last seen her sent me down the rabbit hole of BDSM. While I’d done some spanking with past partners and believed that it was something that Annabelle would enjoy, there was a whole lot out there that I knew nothing about. But, if things went well with her again, I’m sure that we could investigate those more thoroughly together.In the meantime, I grabbed a light dinner then headed out back with my toys in hand. I was about an hour early, but it gave me time to put some wood in the outdoor fireplace readying it for later. I spent the rest of the time tidying up things before propping open the gate. With a few minutes left, I went out front and walked through the garden to admire how well everything was growing.As I turned to leave, Annabelle appeared before me. She gave me a quick peck on the lips before pulling me out of the garden. Once outside, she grabbed what looked like an overnight bag before heading into the backyard. Stopping for a second, I closed the gate. Then locked it before continuing. I found Annabelle already nude and kneeling while emptying her bag on the patio. Shedding my clothes, too, I moved in behind her kaçak iddaa to see a sparkling yellow gem where her pucker should have been.Kneeling behind her as she searched on her hand and knees. I lapped at her nectar as it ran down her inner thighs. A shiver ran through her, and she spread her knees further apart. Turning over and moving between them, I cleaned her thighs while staring straight at her leaking puss. Only touching her legs with my tongue, I wondered how long she could resist smothering my face with her drooling box.Lapping at her tender inner thighs, I could see the goose-bumps rise on Annabelle’s skin. Her search had ended, and now it was simply a test of how long she could deny herself cunnilingus. In between soft moans, Annabelle uttered, “I love this… you really know how to… get a girl going.”A fresh flow of her juices ran down her left thigh, and I darted toward it with my eager tongue. As a result, I also grazed her very swollen labia, and she plunged her hips down, reflexively pressing my face onto the patio. Once it was done, there was no stopping her until she was satisfied. Annabelle ground her open and wanton pussy hard onto my face as I licked and sucked vigorously.Her soft moans turned to wild grunts and groans as I reached for her hanging nipples. Rolling and intermittently pinching them added to her tempestuous behavior. I was having a hard time locking onto her clitoris with all her movement, but she froze in place while screaming into both of her hands when I finally did. The flood of her nectar coated my face, neck, and chest, with a good portion ending up in my mouth.As Annabelle relaxed, she slid down my body, impaling herself on my ready cock until we were face to face. She licked generously, enjoying the taste of her essence on me. Her pussy felt almost scalding as she continually clenched her vaginal muscles around my buried pole. When her tongue crossed my lips, I opened up my mouth and seized it in my teeth. Not kaçak bahis hard enough to hurt, but enough to let her know I wanted it in my mouth. For the next few minutes, our tongues dueled as Annabelle continued to torture my rigid penis without movement.Tearing my lips from hers, I pressed, “So, what kind of goodies are in the bag?””Oh, just your standard, stake me to the ground and use me as your personal cum-pocket stuff. Why, what did you think I brought?” Annabelle grinned while squeezing my cock like a boa.”Anything else,” I inquired as I grasped both of her breasts and worked her nipples hard.”Ah, fuccckkkk!” Annabelle groaned as her hot fluids coated my cock with her latest peak.I pushed my way into a sitting position and pulled her bag over to peruse as she purred into my neck. There were straps and a ball gag along with a steel pole with four velcro wrist binders and a couple of those twisty anchors that you turn into the ground for dog leashes. She also had quite a collection of dildos and assorted leather straps. This girl was prepared to be used. The question was, does she want me to invite others or have her to myself?”So, you seem to be ready for a gangbang here. Would it be too greedy of me to keep you to myself? Or was it your plan to have a gangbang of one?”Now nibbling on my neck, like a baby vampire, Annabelle half pleaded and half insisted, “I’ve always wanted to be used like a whore, but by someone that I knew wouldn’t turn me into one in real life. If I’d have approached my husband with this, he’d have all his buddies over fucking me and giving me who knows what diseases. And then everyone would know what I’d done, and I would be forever labeled a slut. And on top of that, he’d do it again and again.””So, you’re saying you trust me.””Yes, very much,” Annabelle uttered seductively.”Well then, let’s get you tied in place before it’s too dark to see. What shall we use first? Maybe this pole with the four velcro cuffs?””It’s called a illegal bahis spreader bar, and yes, I’d love to use that!””So, on your back in the grass, my little cock slut?” I questioned.”I’d rather be face down with my ass in the air at first. It seems like it would feel so much sluttier.””I agree,” I offered while locking her wrists into the inner cuffs. With her hands locked in, I worked on the right ankle first. Annabelle was face down in the grass, and I couldn’t resist slapping each cheek once.”Oooh, that felt good! Are you going to spank me some more?”I held off answering her until I pulled her legs obscenely apart and locked in her left ankle. Then, with her well bound, I went back for the ball gag and my crop and whip. With everything in hand, I slid behind her and let my cock slip between her legs. It was pressed against her clit as I pulled her head back and let the ball fill her mouth. Spitting it back out for a second, Annabelle pleaded, “I can trust you, can’t I?” as her legs quivered from being on the edge of climax.Without hesitation, I answered, “Yes, absolutely. I would never hurt you. I’m only here to give you pleasure. So cross the fingers on your left hand if you ever want me to stop, got it?””Thank you, yes,” she uttered before sucking the ball back into her mouth.With the strap tightened, I leaned back a little and smacked each buttock a few times with the crop. I watched her left hand closely and then felt her cum running across my hard-on. Then, switching to the soft whip, I let the tentacles swish across her marked ass before pulling it back and giving her exposed pucker a slight sting. Annabelle growled at that but again seemed to enjoy the attention. Leaving her for a moment, I gathered her dildos and a container of lube.Once I was back, I lubed her pucker and took my time entering her with my finger. She again seemed to enjoy this as the soft murmurs exited her mouth. As her anal ring loosened, I added another finger before pushing my shaft into her slick box. We both moaned a little at that, and I stayed inside as my fingers continued to open her pucker. As she opened up to my digital presence, I grabbed the smallest of her dildos.
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