Rachel finished the knot she was tying, testing the soft white ropes. John was attached to the chair, firmly, but comfortably. She stood back, facing her naked partner.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable. You know the safe word.”

“I’m okay Rache,” John said. She glanced at his broad chest, his firm legs. She could already feel heat spreading between her legs, and her heart began to beat harder when she realised that the hunk in front of her was entirely hers to use.

“In that case… you’re not allowed to speak.”

Rachel pulled her shirt off to show him her huge, soft boobs. She pushed them together, the milky flesh spilling out over her palms. She tossed her long blonde hair with a flick of her head.

“Mmm, I bet you want some of this.”
John’s felt his cock get harder as Rachel slowly unzip her jeans, then slide them off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He stared at her tight ass as she spun around and sat on his lap, gently grinding against his cock. She giggled as he tried to squirm against her, ropes holding him down.

“You can't have my pussy,” she said, cupping herself. She reached around and wiped a damp finger below Johns nose. Each breath he took now carried the scent of her, and he thought about slamming his cock into her hot wetness. Being unable to do it was driving him mad, his cock hot and throbbing against her soft skin.
Standing to lean over him, breasts swaying, she lightly grabbed his cock with her right hand and his chin with her left. Her firm touch kept him from looking down as slowly, teasing, she lightly rubbed her palm along the length of his cock. It burned beneath her touch; he felt every millimetre, a spreading wave of pleasure. Rachel’s was dying for someone to touch her pussy, but the pleasure of watching a strong individual bent to her will was enough to sustain her for the moment.

Rachel leaned in for a kiss as she began to stroke him firmly, forcing pleasure onto him as she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. Her fingers were wet with precum, the slippery liquid whipped up into a white froth. John’s mind was melting, only feeling the building pressure in his groin and the tension throughout his body.

Suddenly breaking free of his lips, Rachel leaned down and licked the head of his cock. The sudden wet touch made him gasp and tense. Massaging his shaft, she slipped the head between her lips. The sudden close wetness and swirling tongue was too much to bear and he began cumming, mind full of white fire and body straining uselessly against the restraints while pulse after pulse fired out of his cock.

He slumped down in the chair, breathing shakily. Rachel sat on his lap facing him, her arms around his neck. She gently massaged the back of his neck, the feeling of his cum lingering in her mouth.

“Easy now,” she whispered in his ear, “there’s plenty more left to go.”