Sarah accepted me in the living room, we drank champagne. She was in a long pink peignoir, tucked silver. Sarah seemed to be a doll in her theatrical pompous outfit, and even against the backdrop of luxurious antique furnishings.

We left the house in a huge steel hangar, where Sarah kept her car exhibits. I tried my best to show more interest in the rich collection, but I didn’t do it well. In fact, in another time and in a different situation, I would certainly look at everything in detail, because I really have nothing against replenishing my knowledge of various things and admiring the amazing creations of human hands. But now all my attention was riveted on the captivating hostess, with whom I could not take my eyes off. All she was breathing restrained passion. It seemed to me that she also looked at me with interest, looking from head to toe. And, I must say that although I may not be Richard Gere, I can well boast of the fact that, while creating me, nature did not deprive me of its benevolent attention at all. I was filled with hope under Sarah’s interested eyes, which she, no longer hiding, threw at me. As it turned out, my hopes were not in vain. Oh, if I only knew what was waiting for me ahead ...

Immediately, in the hangar, glittering from all sides with metal, Sarah ordered to serve snacks. In the corner, behind a parachute silk curtain, there was a table, a few chairs and a couch - wide, without rollers and pillows, a huge springboard for lovemaking. A tall ebony, naked to the waist, with stirring biceps under shiny shiny skin, brought everything needed. He put the bottles and various plates on the table, then straightened up and looked at me. Something in his gaze made me wary. The negro's eyes were bloodshot, bullish, in them it was either a mockery or a hidden threat, reinforced by the consciousness of his own power. You will certainly meet such views in the late evening in the dark subway passages. From them you start something unpleasant to whine in the lower abdomen, and you accelerate your step, looking for a police cockade with your eyes ...

- Do you like my chauffeur? - Sarah asked fervently, nodding at the grimly frozen giant.

I nodded silently, what could I do, and she said:

- We are great friends with him. Maybe you will see for yourself some time later. His name is Mahmoud, he is from Equatorial Africa. A child of nature. But how nice - exclaimed at the end of Sarah.

I, no matter how hard I tried, could not completely divide her delight with a grim thug. Finally, he came out, and we were left alone. Describe snacks and drinks, I will not. You can easily imagine the whole assortment and quality, if you recall in your memory any menu of an expensive Up-town restaurant. Sarah was charming. She laughed, examined me, she smiled at me, she put her hand on my knee. Her eyes burned with passion and tenderness. What more to wish for a man.

I kissed her, and her soft lips responded to my kiss. Looking into each other's eyes, we understood each other and went to the sofa behind us.

In the blink of an eye, I threw off my clothes and did not have time to turn to Sarah, as she, already completely naked, jumped on me, dragging me into the wide and promising field of the sofa.

Her flexible and slender body gave off subtle spirits, and the elusive smell of musk, as if from a young animal. And our fight was an animal. We did not say a word to each other, our woven bodies were firmly pressed. I felt like my cock touched my tip with a wet one. the gap between Sarah's widely spaced legs.There, inside her, everything was very blurred, as if the crotch that I so desired had consciously prepared to receive me into my hot womb. I entered Sarah easily, and we immediately began to move in the same rhythm of the passion that gripped us. Sarah was moaning and curving under me, I heard her intermittent breathing. This lasted for several minutes, during which I was exhausted from desire, having such a beautiful, perfect body. The breasts of a woman lying beneath me were shaking to the beat of our movements, my member with inexpressible sweetness entered like a clock into the cave that opened before him.

I felt that I would soon finish, and at that very second, by the contraction of the muscles of the vagina, which I had, I realized that Sarah was also close to a climax. From her mouth came hoarse cries, groans, her distraught eyes darted from side to side. I began to finish, throwing sperm with a portion of sweet flour portion by portion

straight into the hot gap, tightly wrapped around my body with her own arms. At that moment, I simultaneously felt severe pain in my back and shoulder. Opening my eyes tightly closed in an instant of pleasure, I saw that Sarah, having bent, bit me in the shoulder with her sharp teeth. Her hands, with which she clasped me, convulsively, in paroxysm of passion, tormented my back, which the woman managed in a few seconds to rinse with blood with her nails.

It was all over. Slipping blood on the upholstery of the couch, I tiredly tumbled to the side next to the reclining and noisy Sarah. Sarah before my eyes, too, finished, but she almost did not have enough time and she helped herself with her hands at the last moment.

The blood from my scratches and from the bite flowed, of course, not much and soon stopped altogether. I did not expect such a mad temper from my new acquaintance. She sat on the couch and looked at me with a victorious smile. In the eyes of Sarah, I read not only the traces of the recently experienced pleasure, but also the incomprehensible joy of a primitive man at that moment, who had reached a certain desired point. Sarah smiled at me, but her smile was not the smile of a caressed woman. Sarah's lips curved in a smile that hid a lot of mysterious and incomprehensible. We drank a glass of wine, which Sarah herself poured, taking a bottle from the table.

“Honey,” Sarah appealed to me in an ingratiating voice that was unusual for her, “now that you and I have finally tried each other, I suggest we play.” You probably know this game. I want to be your mistress, and you will be my obedient slave. Do not worry, you know that this is a game.

Of course, who has not heard of such amusements that loving spouses sometimes indulge in in the silence of family bedrooms. I even had to hear about such things from some of my friends. In such a pastime, there really is nothing special. Then partners change roles, and this gives the revival of sexual relations. Somehow I even saw a guide for this kind of sex. Therefore, without much surprise, I agreed.

Sarah instantly shackled each of my hands in metal handcuffs and attached them to specially designed, as I immediately understood, rings built into the sofa. Thus, I was crucified, completely helpless, on a sofa that had recently witnessed my easy and quick victory. Next was the line of my legs, which suffered the same fate. I must say that for an unaccustomed person, the very pose and position in which he thus turns out to be are

yourself a pretty strong challenge. Not every human psyche is able to withstand when you lie chained hand and foot, unable to control yourself ...

Sarah pressed her lips to my cock. At first, she only moved the tongue over the head, then carefully, carefully took it with her lips and gradually began to move the skin. Her mouth was as hot and wet as the vagina, as I recently had the opportunity to see. Caught in such a wonderful environment, my dick began to gradually rebel, taking the desired shape and size. This inspired my lady, her lips moved faster.She seemed to be sucking my cock. There was a smacking of lips. Sarah skillfully executed the plan. Rounded ... Read more →