Sir climbed from the bath and dried himself off quickly, then turned and offered me his hand to help me out too.

I reached for a towel, but he gently swatted my hand away and carefully dried me himself. Despite having had an orgasm only minutes before, I felt myself getting turned on again. A random thought came to me, and I couldn't help laughing The towel that was drying me was also making me wetter!

I reached behind myself and my hand found Sir's cock. I stroked him gently, feeling his head brushing against my ass with each movement. I almost bent myself over and begged Sir to fuck me right there, but I knew him well enough to know that wasn't what he had planned for me.

Sure enough, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me through to the bedroom, depositing me gently on my back on the mattress. Being a four poster, I naturally expected that I would be tied spread-eagled across it. Of course, Sir would never be so predictable.

He pulled me over until I was sitting at the corner of the bed and produced a rope from his bag, which he used to tie my legs together just above the knee, trapping the bedpost between my thighs. My arms were next, also wrapping around the post, the smooth wood between my breasts, forcing them apart.

I sat in that awkward position for a couple of minutes while Sir admired his handiwork and adjusted the ropes slightly. I couldn't figure out what his plan was - my pussy was covered by the bedpost, I was sitting on my ass, and my mouth was too high to be used. It didn't take me long to find out.

He stood in front of me, his cock just out of reach for my tied hands. I shuffled forward, stretching for him and felt my clit make contact with the wooden post. The very tips of my fingers brushed against him, and he encouraged me "So close, just a little further"

I pressed myself harder into the post and reached out again. The further forward I shuffled, the more I needed to arch my back away from him to avoid the post digging into my chest. I moaned, partly through frustration, partly from the sensation of the post parting my labia, my clit and sensitive inner folds sliding across the thick wood with each slight movement.

Sir took pity on me, taking a half step forward and allowing me to grasp his shaft in both hands. I stroked him as best I could while tied, rolling his hard cock between my palms. I was so focused on his cock that I didn't even notice his hands moving, until they made contact with my nipples.

His touch was electric, my whole body jolting in reaction. That in turn ground my pussy against the post, which sent another burst of pleasure through me.

"Good little slut" he said with a smile. I love when he calls me that, and I started to deliberately work myself against the post, moaning as he pinched my tender nipples. My breath came faster as I felt myself nearing orgasm, my hips thrusting urgently.

"Stop!" Sir's voice cut through my arousal and I obeyed instantly, panting with exertion. I could feel my pussy pulsing and weeping as she sought the orgasm she so badly wanted.

Sir took his time untying and repositioning me. He had me laying across the bed, my head hanging down over the edge, with my hands tied out to the sides. My legs he left free.

Sir stood over me, and I didn't need to be ordered to open my mouth to him. He fed me his cock slowly, gradually sliding himself deeper between my lips. It felt like this position let me take more of him than normal before I started to gag. I longed to put my hands on his ass and pull him further into me, wanted to have every inch of him, but my bonds prevented me from moving.

I could only lay back and let him use me, as with an agonising lack of speed he pulled himself from my mouth and equally slowly thrust forward again. With each withdrawal I could see more and more of my saliva on his shaft, collecting there before dripping down onto my face.

Just as I had settled into Sir's rhythm, it changed. He pulled out, leaving just the tip between my lips and I eagerly took the opportunity to run my tongue around the head. I heard him groan, then his hands were on my hips, lifting me until I lay upside down, supported only by his hands and my shoulders.

He thrust into my throat more forcefully and an involuntary moan escaped me as he fucked my mouth. My face was covered in my own spit. I felt like a wanton slut, being used as Sir's toy, and I loved it.

Then I felt it. A sudden burst of intense pleasure from my pussy as he pressed his lips to my clit. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his head, holding him in place as his tongue lapped against my sensitive button.

Sir thrust harder and deeper with his hips, his cock driving into my throat. I felt myself start to choke, Sir pulling out so I could catch my breath, then he was back inside me again, filling my mouth. His lips and tongue never ceased working my clit, alternately sucking and licking, his tongue dropping down to explore my tight entrance.

I could feel an orgasm building inside me, and tried to hold back, wanting Sir to reach his own release first, but his lips, his tongue felt so good I knew it was a battle I couldn't hope to win. As I prepared to surrender, I felt his cock twitch between my lips and my mouth flooded with stream after stream of his cum. I tried to swallow it all, but i could feel it trickling out of my mouth and down my cheeks.

I let myself go, my orgasm even more powerful than usual. I think I blacked out from the intensity of it. The next thing I remember clearly is laying back down on the bed while Sir untied my wrists and held me close, my face wet with a mixture of my own saliva and his precious cum.