After Tasha's first orgasm, her eyes had grown wide as I continued to thrust in and out of her. I maneuvered us through a few positions, mostly me on top, giving her several more orgasms. I rode her high, giving a lot of stimulation to her clit; I hooked her knees over my elbows and lifted her ass from the bed as I rolled forward over her. Each change brought her a new series of sensations and ultimately an orgasm. Not that she was multi-orgasmic; each seemed to be a separate climax, independent of the last.

After the last, she seemed to fall asleep, and I decided to get up for a while.

Now she was up, coming across the room towards me, asking if she was "any good." She certainly wants to be pleasing. Yeah, I believe her now, she was a virgin, or terribly inexperienced. Any experienced woman this good looking would be supremely confident.

Tasha seems terribly embarrassed that I was looking at her “toy” collection. Almost begging me to use them on her. Maybe later. Now that she’s awake, I have something else in mind.

“Tasha. Get back on the bed. Go on. We’re not through. Not yet.” It came out a little sternly and her reaction is electric. Perfect, because I am definitely in the mood to be stern. Not having any furniture will do that to a man.

I follow her and she climbs up on the bed, rolls over and spreads her legs inviting me to climb aboard.

“No. Roll over and get on your hands and knees. That’s right! Now down on your elbows.” She blushes as she realizes how this displays all her charms to me.

“Back up a bit, closer to the edge of the bed. Good girl! Now, I want you to lower your face to the bed, take your weight off of your arms.” As she obeys my request I take one hand and pull it towards me, until her shoulder is bearing her weight and her hand it stretched to her ankle.

“Grab your ankle. Don’t let go.” I do the same with her other hand. She shudders with excitement as I fondle her ass, now high in the air. And again as I fondle her pussy from behind and below, my hand comes away wet with her juices.

“Tasha. Tasha! Listen carefully. If you let go of your ankles, for any reason, I’ll leave. You don’t want me to leave do you?” I tease. I really get off on this form of mental bondage.

Tasha whimpers a soft “No, don’t go.”

I walk around the bed, inspecting your from all angles. I sit down by your side and caress the underside of your nearest breast, tweak the nipple, squeezing it a bit harder until you gasp, just a bit, and I let go. I stroke your hair, caress your flank and reach under your belly, down to between your legs and back up, stroking your taut stomach and the underside of your lowest rib. I get up again and approach from behind again.

One hand pressing down on the small of your back, just above the cleft of your ass cheeks, I reach between and under your legs from behind and fully cup your vulva. Holding your pussy fully in my hand, I wiggle all my fingers, insinuating my index finger between your lips, it slips in so easily. You’re so wet. I squeeze the lips tightly between my fingers and around the invading digit, wiggling it around inside, as deeply as I can reach, which is very deep. I can feel it tickle your cervix.

“Do you like this Tasha? Remember, don’t let go. Don’t let go even if you cum again. Don’t let go for any reason.” I withdraw my finger and extend it to cover your clit. I revolve the pad of my finger around your clit, slowly, pushing the fleshy hood over and around, letting it grow even larger, until it holds the hood aside itself. I gather more of your juice and slick it against your clit, pressing my finger against it so that it slips out from under the pressure, and then I do it again. I can hear you gasping almost continually.

I extend my finger away from your clit, I know it’s about three inches removed, and I swing it up, rapidly, to thump you between the lips and “slap” against your clit. You grunt in surprise, and then a moan as I rotate your clit under it again. And again I withdraw it. You moan in expectation and I don’t disappoint as I snap it up again, directly into your clit. You let out a long groan of pleasure. This goes on and on as I punish your clit, making it swell, reddening as it continues to engorge with blood.

Slap
Slap
Slap

Each brings you another wave of pleasure. You’re dripping nectar copiously, making my whole hand wet with your fluid.

Slap
Slap
Slap

I listen to another deep groan escape your lips. I let you take a few breaths, slowing as you regain a bit of control.

“Don’t let go.” I whisper as I step away, taking one last caress of your sweet butt. I’m only gone a moment.

“You’ve really never used any of your toys?” I ask as I turn on a vibrator I have fetched from your dresser. I hear you whimper, just a hint of fear. You begin to raise your shoulders and again I remind you,

“If you let go of your ankles, I will leave. You don’t want that do you?” and you settle back down. I lay the vibrator; still on it’s lowest setting, to rest between your ass cheeks. I step up to the end of the bed, letting you feel my legs on the insides of your feet and ankles and fingers as I step between your legs. I draw your ass closer to me, changing your position slightly, grab my cock and begin rubbing it up and down between your pussy lips, spreading them, letting them slide back together, just to spread them again.

I take the vibrator and circle it around the roseate bud of your anus, pressing harder when it’s on the flesh between your pussy and your asshole, then lighter circling again.

I hear your groaning, almost one continuous unending sound, broken only by intermittent gasps for air. The next time I part your lips, I leave my cock wedged in you, feel you clenching, grab your hips, wrapping my fingers around, all the way round front, so you can fell them dig in as I pull you onto my waiting cock. The vibrator falls to the bed.

I thrust forward and thump against your g-spot, already swollen, I stroke in and out, again and again, you feel me deeper than before, thumping incessantly against your g-spot until you imagine you can taste my flesh in the back of your mouth. Each stroke shakes you to your core. Dragging your pussy flesh in and out with it as faster and faster I stroke my cock in and out of you, in and out, again and again, until you shudder in another overwhelming climax, you clamp down hard on my cock, closing the circuits between my brain and my cock, I flash blazing white light, seeing nothing, as my body takes over and I spill my seed into you, you feel it scalding your insides, as I pump and pump and pump and pump.

Somewhere during those last few moments, you must have let go of your ankles. I don’t leave. I drag back the covers, guide you between them, and join you, spooning into your back. Forcing you into a fetal position as I mold my legs into you, knees to the back of your knees, your butt to my belly, one arm draped across your side, cradling a luscious breast.

Tomorrow is another day.