Soldiers in love

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He told her that he was going to eat her oh so lovely pussy, but he had his own plan, he would tease her to absolute pleasure. She might have a dick radar, but could she get out of ropes. He only grinned to himself.

“Patty, I love you so much and I want you so badly. You complete me, and you are the only women that I want and will ever touch.”

He got out of the 69 you were in and he laughs. He quickly takes you into his arms and he sets you on the bed and he pins you down, as he pulls out some silk rope, (where he got it don’t worry). He quickly ties your arms to the bedposts and than he ties your ankles to the bedpost and he looks down at you as he stands there grinning at you. He would highly enjoy this, cause he knew you couldn’t get out of this, he tied you to tight with both of your hands together in a tight knot and your ankles were tied tight spread eagle.

“Well Miss solider, what do you think, I am going to tease you till you can not stand it anymore.”

He leans down and he kisses your lips first and than he moves down to your earlobes, he spends extra time there, he than moved down to your neck and he sucked and nibbled gently on your neck, he left your neck and he kissed over your whole chest, kissing over your shoulders purposely avoiding your breasts. This is where he left you, for now, but he wanted to see how you would react. But he had much more planned for you, he stopped and he just stared into your eyes. He ultimately teased you now; he pulled his cock out and just waved it at you. He only smiled.

 

[patford31769]

Patty

I am used to being a strong and independent woman. A tough chick hardened even more by army training. But now Paul wanted me tied-up, surrendering completely to his will, being pleasured beyond enduring, and unable to return the pleasure to him. He was kissing every inch of my body, building my lust to higher and higher plateaus, building the pressure for me to explode, teasing, endlessly teasing until I wanted to scream.

And then his cock waved above me. His big, beautiful, hard cock. I was tied down, and powerless to reach for it, to kiss it, to suck it, to show Paul how much I love him, love his manhood. To guide it to my sopping-wet, desperately-horny slit. I had to be patient, oh so patient, until he was ready to stop teasing and start loving.

I wanted to sit up and kiss and lick and pleasure his cock. But instead, he knelt over me and took several long, slow leisurely licks at my pussy lips, clit, and G-spot. I squirmed and struggled against the ropes, moaning louder and ever louder. I managed to sit up and watch what he was doing, and even to kiss him in a few spots, although not on his cock as I really and truly wished to do now.

As I relaxed into the moment and surrendered to the pleasure, I became his completely, without reservations. That's when I realized that Paul, that dear man, didn't need my kisses and licks to feel pleasure in return. Watching my pleasure WAS his pleasure!

Still, as he slowly built me up toward inevitable orgasm, I schemed how I was going to pleasure him when I was untied at last.

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He could feel her orgasm building and he did this purposely, he would tease her and tease her, he was going to make sure she knew who the master of this game was. She knew Paul liked playing games and this was a game he never played with her. He knew she would not be able to get out of the ties he put on her and he would keep this up until she admitted defeat. He stopped and looked at her with an evil grin on his face and he slowly jerked his cock off right in front of her, and he knew she would go absolutely crazy. But this was just a game.

“MMmm Patty, my hand on my cock feels so good, don’t you wish you could be sucking on my cock instead of my hand jerking it off, I am going to cumm all over my hand and I am going to tease you with it.”

He started to jerk off hard and fast and than his orgasm came and he cummed hard into his hand, than a idea came to him, he took his cum covered hand and rubbed it all over her tits, she couldn’t taste it cause she was tied down, and he could only laugh evilly. He was not doing this to be mean, it was just a game and he hoped that she was not going to get mad.

“So how do you like my little game of tease?”

 

[patford31769]

Patty

It was a matter of trust now. I trust my new husband Paul fully and completely. So I had let him tie my arms and legs to the bed, where I couldn't move, and I could trust him to pleasure me, and not to harm me. I trusted him fully, completely, implicitly.

My hands, my mouth, my pussy, all hungered for contact with his long, thick cock. But bound and unable to move, I watched fascinated as he stroked his cock until long ropes of pearly-white come shot out of his cock-head and splattered all over my breasts. He rubbed his cock up and down in my cleavage, coming powerfully, messily, wonderfully. With all of my muscle control and pure willpower that I could muster, I forced my breasts together even tough I could not reach down and touch them. My breasts trapped and squeezed his still-shooting cock.

"I may be tied up," I chuckled, "but you are my prisoner!"

"A prisoner of love, Patty," Paul whispered softly, as his magnificent hard-on continued to rub and shoot in my cleavage.

I wondered, when I am untied, would Paul trust me as much as I trust him? Would he trust me to tie him and blindfold him, and to let me bring him to enjoyment with only four of his senses: touch (of my hands and tongue), taste (as I hand-feed him various exotic flavors, ending with the taste of my pussy), sound (of me kissing, slurping, and moaning), and scent (of my come...and his).

But my turn on his body would have to wait, as he somehow wriggled his cock free from its entrapment between my breasts. I sat up as best I could with the ropes tying me down tight. I moaned in pleasure as I watched his fist wrap around his still-dribbling hard cock, and slowly guide it toward the entrance to my love cavern. He rubbed his cock all around the edges of my wide-open pussy lips.

"Do you want it, baby?"

"Oh god, yes, YES!" I groaned. "I WANT it!"

But Paul was not ready to stop teasing yet, not ready just quite yet, as his cock continued to playfully rub and tease the outside of my very hungry pussy. My pleas for him to put it in me, to fuck me lovingly, fuck me deep and hard, seemed to fall on deaf ears, until his teasing had my hips and pelvis gyrating madly with desire.

And then I came, just from all of his teasing. More powerfully than I had in months. And came again, and yet once again.

"FUCK me Paul!" I screamed.

I felt just the tip of his cock-head push past my pussy lips, and then stop. "Oh GOD," I groaned, "How long must you TEASE me like this?" I tried to grasp his cock with my pussy lips and squeezing, to force him in. But not enough of his cock was in me yet, for my pussy to grasp it and squeeze it into me.

Part of me wanted Paul to stop teasing and just fuck me. Fuck me deep, fuck me hard, fuck me fast. But to my surprise, another part of me was enjoying the teasing, savoring the moment, never wanting this to end, never wanting US to end, never wanting our honeymoon night to ever end! Never wanting my endless string of orgasms, one after another after another, to ever end.

And still Paul teased, and kept me thrashing, moaning, and coming repeatedly. I marveled at how long he was holding off on his own orgasm, and how his cock could still resist, even now resist, sliding deeply and lovingly down, down, down into my hot, wet pussy. So many men shoot off WAY too soon. But not my Paul! Paul has true staying power. No wonder I fell in love with him, love him deeply, and married him!

I could hardly tolerate it any more. "Aren't you going to FUCK me, Paul?" I groaned.

"Maybe," he grinned and teased.

"Maybe? MAYBE? No, Paul, no more maybes! Fuck me NOW!"

He just laughed evilly as his cock continued to tease just at the edge of my starving pussy.

I knew now that with all his teasing, I had to stop climbing the walls with desire, or he would NEVER stop teasing me. I just had to calm down now. I just HAD to.

I just lay back now, stopped my gyrations of my hips and pelvis, relaxed, took in a sharp breath, and waited patiently, calmly, serenely for Paul to finally and fully consumate our marriage.

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He only grinned as she looked to him now standing there not doing anything to her, but staring at her. She was so beautiful and so angelic, but he knew she was going to get very devilish, after this.

“Patty, if you want something done, you are going to have to break out and take it. But I don’t think you can do it. I guess I will just jerk off and waste the cum on the ground.”

He walked away from you and went to the other side of the room and got some ice cold water and walked to you, this was a game, a game he enjoyed highly. He looked down to you and he smiled as he poured the ice cold water all over your magnificent body, he started at your neck, than moved down to your tits, all over your nipples and he than moved down to your flat strong stomach, he poured it all over there, he than moved and poured the water all over your pubic area, and you could feel the water trickling over your pussy and ass, water was poured over your thighs and feet, and he smiled some more at you.

“Well Patty I am waiting for you to take what you want. If now, than you can never have it.”

 

[patford31769]

Patty

Paul's threat to never fuck me if I don't take what I want right now, gave me just the adrenaline rush I needed to get me loose from my bonds. I spotted a small Swiss army knife on the bedside nightstand. Since only my wrists and ankles were tied, I was actually able to twist my torso and neck just enough to grasp the knife in my mouth. I then used my teeth to open a knife blade.

"Wow!" Paul enthused. "You are so versatile with your mouth, the way you maneuver that knife around with just your lips, teeth, and tongue."

"You want to see skill with my lips, teeth, and tongue?" I chuckled, "You just wait until I get myself free!"

Holding the body of the Swiss army knife in my mouth, I moved my head to create a sawing motion across the rope holding my right wrist to the bed. Once my right wrist was free, it was a simple matter to untie my left wrist and my ankles.

"I know you were only joking, Paul," I grinned. "But the thought of never again feeling you fuck me was more than I could bear, my love. So I knew I just had to get myself free and take what is rightfully mine."

"I'm glad you did," he smiled back. "If I had to make good on my threat, and never again fuck your sweet, wonderful pussy, my dear, I think I would just DIE!"

"You shouldn't make threats you have no intention of carrying out, Paul," I smiled. "And you ought to know by now, not to present me with a dare like that. You should know by now, that I NEVER lose a dare!"

By now, I was so pumped-up on an andrenaline rush, not to mention so desperately horny, that no power on earth could stop me now. With a devilish grin on my face, I slunk cat-like toward Paul, crossing one leg in front of the other as I walked naked toward his very inviting nude male body. I placed one hand behind the back of his neck, and the other behind the small of his back, and kissed him ferociously, my tongue snaking deep into his mouth and down his throat, my breasts squashed tightly up against his rippling chest muscles, the outside of my pussy mound wriggling all over his stiff, quivering cock.

He was moaning uncontrollably now, and I knew that I could catch him off guard. With one hand still on his neck, and the other still on his back, I brought one ankle around behind him, and using my three points of contact with his body, I flipped him quickly, powerfully, flat on his back.

He only had a moment to look up at me from the floor, stunned, before I pounced, wrapping my lips around his thick, juicy cock, and gently sucking and nibbling on his cock head. I didn't suck him all the way down just yet. Instead, I backed off and softly, lovingly, very appreciatively kissed the very tip of his big, hard dick. Now I began with slow, tender licks all over his balls, which I know Paul loves, and I know that this just drives him absolutely crazy with lustful desires for me. For a good fifteen or twenty minutes, I licked my way up and down his whole hard shaft, like a lollipop. Finally, I sucked him up eagerly into my mouth, a millimeter at a time, until he was about halfway into my mouth. By then, I was so damned cock-hungry, that I hollowed my cheeks, and in one swift, powerful gulp, I instantly sucked down the other half of his cock. I sucked him so hungrily, so powerfully, so lovingly, that it took only moments for his pre-come to start dribbling onto my tongue.

I picked up a piece of ice from the ice water with which he had been teasing me, and I rubbed it slowly, sensuously all over his firm, toned, muscular chest, until the cold of the ice made his nipples rock-hard. At the same time, I mercilessly sucked his cock, until the heat of his over-excited body completely melted the ice cube on his chest. I rubbed the icy-cold water all over his chest, stomach, and thighs.

I quickly backed my mouth completely off of him now, and he groaned in frustration. "How can you stop NOW, Patty?" he whined. "Just when I'm about to shoot off deep into your throat!"

"That's what you get for teasing me so mercilessly, Paul," I grinned wickedly. I then wrapped my fist around his hard-on, and I began slowly, lazily pumping up and down. Every tenth stroke or so, I increased the pace, until I was finally jerking him off quite rapidly and vigorously. I felt his cock pulse, and I knew he was about to shoot-off into my hand. So I slapped his ass hard, and I bit down onto his cock head, just enough to sting a little without actually hurting him or leaving bite marks on his oh-so-sensitive cock flesh. "Not YET!" I yelled, like our old army drill-sergeant.

I once more encircled my fist around his cock, which was starting to soften just a little from my punishment, and I pumped him back to full hardness.

But I was too damned cock-hungry by now to tease him any longer. So now I sat atop his thighs, straddling him, facing him, and slowly sank myself down over him. He struggled to break free, to continue the game, to keep teasing me even though he was every bit as horny now as I was. To prevent his escape, I held his face down with one hand, his stomach with the other, and I continued to slide my hot, wet, hungry pussy down, down, slowly but steadily down over his rhythmically-pulsating thickness.

"Ahhh," I sighed contentedly, as I at long last felt my new husband completely filling every cubic centimemeter of my very loving pussy. I squeezed and squeeezed and squeezed his cock, to show him how very much I truly love him, as I began to slowly ride up and down his stiff, hard love pole.

I was determined to make this a honeymoon night neither of us would ever be able to forget, and we were already off to a terrific start. For now, I just wanted to ride him hard until we both came so much that our bodies would become a smeary, gooey mess. But I had plenty of other naughty tricks up my sleeve for this magical wedding night, too, as I'm sure Paul did also.

 

[amon_darknight]

Paul

He was beat for now, he just thrusted his hips in sync with her and they were moving in the same rhythm, she thought she could hold me down, but he knew that he could get out if he wanted to. Paul found it so erotic when a woman takes control and dominates her man.

“Ohh Patty, you are going to make me cummm I’m sooo close. I love you so much Patty, you are such a good wife.”

He thrusts even harder and than you feel him explode inside of you, every inch of your pussy is covered in his cum.

“I could have gotten out any time I wanted to Patty, but I love you to much to deny you what you love so much. So what is the plan now love?”

He looked your sexy body up and down and you saw his cock stay hard after he stood up and drank some of the water.

 

[patford31769]

Patty

Paul looked so damned cute, standing there naked, his whole lower half thoroughly soaked in my come...and his! Gulping down a glass of water to regain his strength, after our wedding night of fucking and fucking and then fucking some more.

"So, you don't think I can really overpower you, huh?" I lunged at him, letting out a fierce karate yell as I pinned him hard against the wall. I grabbed his head tightly in both hands, and my hungry mouth practically swallowed his mouth with my fiercely-passionate kisses.

"Oh, you wanna play rough, eh?" he chuckled, shoving me hard against the wall and kissing me back, his cock pressed hard against my belly and throbbing mightily.

Pinned hard against the wall by Paul's massively-muscular masculine body, I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezed my feet into his ass-cheeks, and slid my wide-open and dripping-wet pussy all the way down his shaft in one smooth, fluid motion.

"Oh, you want your sex ROUGH tonight, my husband?" I groaned, twisting my body around and using the scissor-lock of my legs, wrapped so tightly around him, to shove him quickly across the floor, hard into the opposite wall. I pinched and squeezed and twisted his nipples, until he cried out in a mixture of pain and rapture, as I rode his cock fast and hard. His hands ran rapidly through my hair as he kissed me ferociously, his lips absolutely starving for my mouth. I threw one arm around his neck and the other around the small of his back, pushing him downward. He helplessly slid down along the wall, until I had him flat on his back on the floor, my pussy completely surrounding his hard-on and squeezing tight. I moved his hands above his head and pinned them there, as my thighs pinned his legs down, and I slammed my pussy down hard over him until his balls were slammed hard up against my pussy lips.

"Is this rough enough for you, Paul?" I grinned, as I rode him hard, fast, and mercilessly, punishing his cock with the wet friction of my cock-hungry pussy.

The only answer he could make me was to thrash around on the floor in a fruitless attempt to break free and regain control, and then to moan loudly as he exploded his come straight up my pussy. Feeling his come blast so powerfully up into me, now it was MY turn to thrash around and moan loudly, uncontrollably. Then I came. And came and came and came. I couldn't STOP coming! Juice was squirting out of me from all around my clit and my G-spot, streaming thickly down his shaft, replenished by thick, hot moisture from the very depths of my love cavern, from the very depths of my soul, as I shuddered and shook and came and came and came all over his cock and his thighs.

God, I never felt better, more loving and more loved, in my whole damned life. "I (mouth kiss) LOVE (neck kiss) you (chest kiss) Paul! I (foot kiss) LOVE (knee kiss) you (thigh kiss) Paul! (cock kiss) MY husband! (cock lick) Mine, mine, MINE! (cock swallow, in one big gulp). Mmmmmppphhh! I LOVE you! (suck, suck, SUCK!)"

 

[amon_darknight]

((god Patty, you are such a erotic writer, you make me clean myself up each time i read something of yours. Keep up the good work, i was cleaning myself up when i wrote this, and if i left any part out, just work with me.))Paul

He let out a loud moan as you dominated him, he managed to get his hands free from your grasp and he reversed the momentum of your locked legs and you were now on your back and he was thrusting in you, hard and as fast as he could like this. He than took a hold of you foot and ticked you and you released your grip on him.

“Hah, I got free Mistress, now you get nothing!”

He laughed evilly, and as you stood up, he grabbed you roughly and put you in a gently cop lock, he than slapped your ass and he kissed your neck.

“Soooo Mistress, what are you going to do now, you wont get my cock in your dripping snatch, you wont get it in your tight ass. I will only put it away, and you will be unsatisfied.”

He grinned and you knew he was playing with you, but he did have a tight hold on you, he rubbed his cock up and down the crack of your ass teasing you. Every time you moved to get free, he put just a tiny more pressure to make sure you know that he got you. He didn’t want to hurt you, so he immedialty let go of the pressure, but he still held you tight in a cop lock.

“Yess Mistress, I want some rough sex tonight, but its not going to be from you, maybe from that sexy sergeant.”

He again laughed and you knew he was teasing, but he wondered what you were going to do next to get free and to get his cock back. And this was all after he cummed inside of you and you trying to suck him off again.

 

[patford31769]

Patty

I didn't try to break free at all. I just lay there motionless, lifeless. "Go ahead, put your cock away, Paul," I laughed, pretending to be selfish about sex. "I have a pussyful and a mouthful of your come, and I'm very contented and satsfied now. So your threats don't scare me! I don't really care now what you do. I got what I want, what I need. I don't need anything else. So if you're done with me for tonight, then I'm done with you, too."

I knew that would get to him! My pretend sexual selfishness seemed to be convincing him. But deep down inside, Paul knows that this is not the real me at all; I am really very giving and generous when it comes to sex with the man I love, and he knows that, despite my selfish act now.

Still, he seemed to be just a tad scared that my act might be for real. I could see that he didn't at all like the idea of me cutting him off from sex now, as a punishment for his threat to cut ME off from sex. After all, he's a man, which means he's horny pretty-much 24/7. And we just got married, which means he's horny for ME for all of that 24/7. This gives me tremendous power over him. Of course, I'm horny for him 24/7 too, but I can be pretty convincing that I'm not. Guys are raised to believe that women don't really enjoy sex, that men have to work for what they get from their women, and that we are somehow doing men a tremendous favor by having sex with them, when the truth is my pussy gets awfully damned lonely and frustrated whenever it's not stuffed full to overflowing with a nice, thick, hard, thrusting, throbbing cock.

With Paul on top of me, and Paul pretending to avoid having sex with me at all costs, I simply smiled and laughed, "Run to that sexy mini-skirted sergeant of yours for sex if you want to, Officer Paul. I'm going to sleep now. Good night." I closed my eyes, but I kept one eye open just the tiniest bit, to see how Paul would react to my seeming lack of interest in his games, and in having any more sex with him.

He didn't know what to do! He had been playing a dangerous game, pretending not to want sex, a game that he could only lose. He began to paw me, to furiously rub his hard-on against my ass. "I know you, Patty. You want me up your ass, I know it!"

"No I don't," I yawned non-chalatantly. Then sternly, "Good NIGHT, Paul!" as I tightened my ass cheeks, to prevent his thick cock's entry into my anus, where in truth I so desperately wanted it.

He kissed my bare breasts, and I shoved him away. "Leave me ALONE, Paul! The weather's too damned HOT for this!"

"But I love you, Patty! I love your pussy!"

"I love you too, Paul," I whispered. "And I adore your cock. I consider your cock one of nature's most beautiful creations. But I need my sleep now."

After a few more rounds of his begging for sex and my pretending to refuse him (when I really desperately wanted him to fuck me mercilessly again), he finally conceded. "FINE! I don't want or need sex with you, either!" but the upset in his voice told me that he didn't really mean a word of it. With neither of us offering sex to the other now, I pretended to sleep, but Paul actually fell asleep, both of us lying spoon fashion, Paul behind me, with his arms around me and his cock pressed up against the crack of my ass. His cock felt so nice against my ass, and excited me, and no way could I fall asleep like this now.

It took some effort, but I managed to break free of his arms, now that he was asleep. I sat in the chair beside the bed, and I watched him breathe in and breathe out, his muscular chest expanding and contracting, his cock slowly, rhythmically twitching and pulsating with his every breath. I love every beautiful, hunky part of his body, of course, but I love the man inside even more, his personality, his soul. As I watched him and thought about our once-in-a-lifetime, true-soulmate love for each other, he looked so sweet and so sexy sleeping there, that as I sat in the chair watching him, I lazily slipped a finger in and out of my pussy.

I nudged his chest with my elbow a couple of times. "Paul," I whispered. "Paul?"

He woke up and looked at me. I slid a finger back inside of myself. "Paul, I was just thinking about what you said earlier, about how much you love my pussy. I was just wondering if you really meant that. Do you really love MY pussy? THIS pussy?" I giggled, as I put on a real show for him, of playing with my hot, wet pussy now.

His hand reached out from the bed, in an attempt to join me in playing with my pussy now. "Yes, Patty," he gushed enthusiastically, "I love THAT pussy! YOUR pussy! VERY much!" But before he could touch me, I hopped up out of the chair, giggling. I was maybe five feet from the bed where Paul lay on his back, watching me be sexy and naughty. I stood with my legs apart in an inverted V, and I slid a second finger up my pussy, as I bent over backward, thrusting my pussy and my breasts toward him, but still too far away for his hands to reach me, to touch me.

His cock began to quiver, then to lengthen and stiffen. With two fingers still exploring my own pussy, I used my other hand to push my breasts upward, and my long tongue licked my own nipple. My show got him so excited that he pressed his palm flat over his hard-on, making himself throb even more. I bent forward at my waist, slapped his hand away from his cock, and chided "Bad boy!"

"I can't help it, Patty," he groaned. "Watching the woman I love pleasure herself is making me so DAMNED horny!"

I knew he was mine now! I had him now!

"Your hand doesn't belong on your cock!" I scolded. I bent forward at the waist, like I was bowing to him, and I stepped closer to the bed. "Only my MOUTH belongs on your cock!" I teased, as I knelt down beside the bed. I kissed and licked his magnificent stud-pole, and then I slowly opened my mouth around it. He moaned now, and he knew, as I knew, that he had lost his silly power game over me completely now. We were both under each other's sexual spell, both wanting each other so completely, so hungrily, so desperatley now.

"Neither of us is the more powerful partner, Paul," I grinned. "We are equal partners in love, marriage, sex, and life. That is how it is, and how it should be." I then sucked his cock until it was tickling the back of my throat, until I was so overcome with passion and desire that I could no longer talk. My mouthful of his cock would only have muffled anything I could have said to him, anyway.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, lovingly kneaded and fondled my ass, and pulled me down on the bed beside him. I didn't miss a beat in voraciously sucking-down his cock that whole time, through all his maneuvering and repositioning of both of our bodies. His powerful arms turned us around into a 69, as he hungrily dove his lips and tongue into my juicy slit, while I sucked and sucked and sucked on his cock, eager now to feel and taste his orgasm and his come.

"Equal partners in EVERYTHING!" he agreed, as we both really got into our 69 now, hungrily sucking and nibbling each other's most sensitive locations, like we hadn't had sex in decades, instead of only about 30 minutes since our last powerful and passionate fuck.