Elena Viktorovna is a private English teacher, a miniature young woman. She helped me to “pull up” colloquial English when I was going on a business trip abroad and now, on my return, I decided to thank her. I called her and she invited me to her house.

I bought a cake, flowers and arrived at the appointed time. Elena met me in a long dress and house sabots on a low heel, her hair was gathered on the back of the head, her eyes were lowered to the floor, but I still noticed an unusual light in them. She purred under her breath, "take off your clothes," took the flowers from me and followed the vase. I, half taking off my shoe, admired her graceful gait, her neck and shoulders, her beautiful figure, which even a long dress could not hide. She turned around and almost whispered, "Well, what do you do, undress, walk through." I walked into the hall, looked around and sat on the sofa, leaning back and spreading my legs wide.

We sat in the hall, drank tea with a cake and talked about my trip. I took out the photos, moved closer to Elena and began to show them, commenting. She was sitting next to me, a fragile woman with expressive eyes, in her posture felt some stiffness. I felt that she was attracted to me, but she struggled to hide it.

“My God, what a beauty!” - I thought, “She is so sensual! I want to make her well, to do it in her own way ... But her shyness clearly hurt. I'll have to tie her up. ” Fortunately, the rope, which the seller generously tied a box with a cake, lay nearby. Fascinated by my thoughts, I took the rope and the knife. Helen shrank and moved away, her eyes rounded with fear.

- What ... What do you want to do with me ?! She breathed faintly.

- Do not worry, my little one! I just do not want your shyness to prevent me from caressing you, I answered.

Not allowing her to come to her senses, I cut the rope in half, put the knife down and put away the plates with the remnants of the cake on the coffee table. In one movement, I was next to Elena. I grabbed her in my arms and carried her to the table. She was lying on her back, her eyes narrowed, and it seemed to me that she was afraid to even breathe. I took a couple of pillows from the couch and put it under it. Tying the ropes to the table legs, I stretched her arms over my head and secured my wrists.

Her legs hung limply from the table. I carefully took the right leg, took off her shoes and gently kissed the foot near the very fingers. Elena jerked in surprise and fell silent again. I went to her head and began light strokes to stroke her face and neck. She liked it, she began to pull the neck and put her face under my hands, still not opening her eyes. Taking her hand, I began to massage her palm and fingers. Lenochka's breathing could not be overlooked; she was breathing heavily and intermittently. I wanted to strip her. Fortunately, the dress was buttoned from top to bottom, I unzipped it completely and threw back the floors. There was no bra on it. Helena's flat tummy, covered with a soft down, slightly quivered. I put my head to her navel, ran my tongue around and “stung” the hole. Her strong breasts towered seductive mounds with sharp brown-pink tops of the papillae. I stroked them with my fingers, took them between my thumb and forefinger and twisted it slightly. Lena made a faint moan. I gently pulled my nipples up, continuing to twist them, the woman arched her back and stretched after her, bliss played on her face. Continuing to “torture” her nipples, I pulled my head up to her crotch and ran my nose over her panties. Her legs parted and I moved on, feeling her bud through her panties and enjoying his smell. My hands stroked her tummy, hips, came back to her breasts, and everything repeated from the beginning. I enjoyed the magic body of my captive.

“Please take me, I can't take it anymore ...” Elena moaned.

- Do not rush! You are completely in my power and I will do with you whatever I want - I answered firmly.

I lifted her hips, pulled off her panties and spread her legs. To my delight, her pubis was clean-shaven, large small lips looked modestly at me with a dark red bud. I admired him for half a minute and not daring to touch it, at first I breathed hotly at him - the bud barely noticeably “grimaced” in response.

A crazy thought came to me. In my briefcase in a separate pocket was grease, condoms and a pair of sterile gloves. I went to the hall and brought it all to the hall. Elena looked at the bag of gloves with curiosity and anxiety, but I just smiled in response. I removed the sabot from its left leg and put both legs on the table with the soles, so that the toes of the feet were at the very edge of the table, and the dark red bud opened slightly.

I put on gloves and squeezed grease on my right glove, almost a quarter of a tube. Liberally smearing the petals of a bud, I parted them and inserted two fingers at once, smeared inside and added a third finger. With my thumb, I continuously pulled at her clit, and with the middle I was massaging the “point G”. She lay with her head thrown back, arching her back, breathing heavily and moaning loudly.

I noticed that with her hands she squeezed her small breasts strongly, and her toes were then squeezed to the sole, then spread out, then they wrote out intricate figures. I rushed into the kitchen, took a glass of ice, and returned to the hall, to the table where my prisoner was lying. Putting a piece of ice on my tongue, I began to drive them on the toes of a charming woman. I folded my lips with a straw, clasping a separate finger and sucking it. Sometimes I ran my tongue over the sole, Helen responded with a moan. I did not forget about my greased glove, by inserting four fingers into the greedily opened fold and slowly caressing it from the inside. All these tests were for Lenochka sweet, but unbearable torture.

- Stop, I beg you! I can't take it anymore, she screamed intermittently, tossing on the pillows as much as the ropes would allow. - Take me, I beg you!

I, too, could not hold on anymore, everything that I did with her wildly aroused me, my body just burned, blood pounded in my ears. I untied it and brought it back to the couch, laying it on my stomach. I tore off my jacket, trousers and swimming trunks, quickly put on a condom and parted the tender buttocks of a woman, abruptly entered her abundantly oiled vagina. Lena huddled under me. I covered her with myself and gently but firmly pressed it against the sofa, putting my right hand under it and pressing the clitoris with my middle finger. In the dimmed TV screen, I saw our reflections - a tightly folded man in a shirt and socks, and a miniature woman, more precisely, her head and legs bent at the knees and aiming soles at the ceiling. The man seemed to mercilessly press the continuously screaming woman deeper and deeper into the sofa, her head moving helplessly on the pillow, but her heels stubbornly pressed against the man's buttocks. I drowned her voluptuous cry, inserting two fingers of my left hand into my mouth - distraught Lenochka began to suck at them eagerly, snarling and snarling and howling. With my nose, I pushed her hair away and began to kiss the elegant neck, occasionally rising to my ear to kiss or lightly bite. Soon she began to rush under me so that I could hardly keep up! Pulling back a few more times, Helen went limp and lifelessly fell silent on the pillow. After a couple of seconds I finished too. She lay silently, I lay on top, covering her, but supporting my weight on my elbows and knees, my dick remained inside the woman. Tears rolled down her cheek. I gently pushed the hair from her cheek and began to gently kiss the wet skin.

A few minutes passed ...

- Helen, I somehow offended you? - I could not stand her silence.

- No no! On the contrary, I have never been so good! And tears ... Do not pay attention, - she whispered, smiling slightly and wiping her cheek with her palm. “I myself do not know why I am crying.”