Abigail in Trouble Ch. 01: The Business Dinner

He buried his face into her exposed cleavage, kissing at the round shapes as his large warm hands then started sliding up the outsides of her legs. She winced and closed her eyes in shame as his hands climbed higher up past her knees and started exploring under her skirt. Her thighs felt warm and soft. He chuckled to himself as he encountered the deep lace of her stocking tops. He ran his palms around the lace band, feeling the texture, then daring to explore higher.

She mewled as his hands smoothed onto the soft skin of her thighs on the outside of her legs. He could feel her trembling under his touch as his elbows drew the hem of her skirt up as his hands stroked higher up the skin of her thighs, over her hips and then encountered more lace, tightly strapped to her stockings with the garters. His hands roamed over her thighs and hips, feeling her lacy garter straps and revelling in the feel of her skin under her dress, but not touching her panties.

Then abruptly, something seemed to snap within him, and he stood up, letting her skirt drop back down to her relief. He placed his hands on her hips and firmly turned her around, pushing between her naked shoulders, bending her forward over the low back of the heavy sofa. Her bottom was in the air and her skirt raised up at the back giving just a glimpse of the lace tops of her stockings.

He patted her bottom over the skirt, then reached down and placed his palms on the backs of her calves. He squeezed them, then started stroking up the backs of her lovely smooth legs through the fine stockings. He could feel her tremble as his hands smoothed up her thighs, then nudged up the back of her skirt, stroking over the deep lace of her stocking tops. His hands ran upwards over the lace bands, then smoothed up the soft naked skin above, up to her pert bottom.

He lifted the skirt up to her waist, pushing it forwards over her back and arms, and gazed down at her lovely lingerie. Her arse was delicately framed by the black lace of her stocking tops, garter straps, the frilly black lace of the bottom of the basque and her delicate panties. The lace and satin panties hugged the contours of her hips, flared up at the back, and then drew into a narrow strip as they delved between her legs to encase her pudenda gently.

His hands continued their exploring, stroking and patting her bottom over her panties, then stroking and sliding over the exposed flesh. Her bottom was warm and firm and hardly jiggled when he playfully smacked it gently.

She squealed and wriggled under his hands. His left hand stroked around the top of her bottom just under the frilly border of the basque while his right stroked her ultra-soft inner thighs, turning from one side to the other and occasionally brushing lightly against her pantie-clad pudenda making her twitch.

Then his right hand placed on the top of her panties and, stroking down, delved down her crack, following the delicate line of lace. He squeezed his fingers down and under her, pressing into the soft sensitive skin over her pussy lips. She wriggled and squirmed under the assault, so his left hand pressed firmly down on the small of her back, holding her still as his right delved between her legs.

His fingertips could feel the shape of her slit beneath the flimsy sheer material and he thrust his hand further through, feeling her womanly shape all the way the length of her slit, to the front. She squeezed her legs tightly together to prevent his hand moving further, but it was too late, his hand was already wedged over her soft spot.

His fingers stroked up and down through her groove, teasing a little deeper each time, his fingernail rubbing the thin satin into her slit a little more with each pass and nudging up against the hood of her clit a little more firmly each time. He teased her there for a while, trying to make her clit swell, and making her squeak mildly as he did so.

Then he moved his hands away and stood behind her and firmly pressed his bulge in the crack of her bottom, pinning her to the sofa. Then, letting her skirt falls back around him, he held her arms up a bit, forcing her to bend further forward, and he reached under her arms for the zipper of her dress.

She stood there helplessly pinned to and bent over the sofa as he drew down the zipper, down over the back of her basque, under her bound arms and down to her waist where her hips flared out to her bottom. The zip continued all the way down the skirt as well. He drew it all the way down to the hem and released it.

Then he held the sides of her dress and opened it up, fully revealing her back and bottom, clad in her fine black lingerie to his gaze. He lay the sides of the dress on both sides of her over the back of the sofa. Her perfect body was tightly confined in the black satin and lace basque, which cinched her waist tight.

The frilly lace "miniskirt" flared out at the back, over the lace border where the lace garters were clipped, drawn tight over the sides of her bottom by her position and the tightness of the garter straps clipped to her deep lace thigh-high stockings. Her flimsy panties hugged her smooth firm bottom, nestling in her crack, and displaying much of the smooth roundness of her rump. He ogled her arse for a while, patting and stroking her curves.

Then out of her sight, he fetched a small package. It was a narrow white butt-plug vibrator about 4 inches long, fatter at the outer end, with a 6 inch flex cable a small control attached. He rubbed it up and down her crack, delving down between her legs, pressing it over her pussy lips and nuzzling against the indentation of her panties into her slit, poking against the hood of her clit.

Her bottom wriggled under his teasing, so he gave it a friendly slap to tell her to keep still. He wormed the tip of the gadget up and down her crack a bit, pushing deeper into her groove, rubbing through the satin at the sensitive flesh between the lips.

Then he ran his left forefinger under the vertical string of her panties down from the wider triangle of material at the top. As he ran it down, he hooked the material out and slightly to the side, exposing her bum-hole. He licked the end of the butt-plug, ensuring a generous coating of saliva, and then teased it around the tight hole of her anus, nudging and teasing her.

She squealed and bucked and tried to raise herself of the sofa as she felt him touching her bum-hole, but her tightly bound arms did not allow enough leverage and he nestled his legs up against her, ensuring she could not wriggle away. He lay her panties to the side across her left arse cheek. He dropped a glob of spit onto the end of the toy, and worked it in and around the eye of her anus. He dropped a larger glob directly onto the hole, stretched the skin slightly and started firmly teasing the butt-plug into her hole using circular motion.

She squirmed afresh as the invader penetrated the tight sphincter muscle and the tip gained entry into her most private opening. The lubrication of his spit meant that he could work the plug deeper into her bottom, inch by inch. She writhed in discomfort as she felt her rear end invaded. She had never had anything in her arse before. Eventually, after a good deal of worming and rotating it, he had 3 out of the 4 inches nestled inside her.

He worked it in and out for a few strokes, reaming her butt gently with the toy, making her mewl pitifully into the gag. He slapped her bottom as he explored inside her, then pushed the remaining inch firmly inside. Her tight muscle closed around the rounded fat outer end of the plug so that just the flat stub end and a short flex with the controls dangled out. He patted her bottom, then drew her panties back in place, smoothing the material neatly over her bottom, so that nothing was visible except the flex and controls snaking out.

Then he switched it on and stood back to watch. Immediately she squealed and her upturned bottom squirmed in a vain attempt to expel the invading, vibrating butt-plug or at least evade its influence. She struggled against the bonds that kept her arms pinned tightly behind her back. Her pert, lace covered bottom was tipped up in the air by her angle over the back of the sofa.

Her bottom cheeks quivered as she struggled helplessly. She couldn't get enough purchase to get off the sofa, with her arms pinned behind her and her centre of balance too far forward. The mischievous butt plug buzzed happily inside her bottom, making her internals quiver, vibrating them and making her lubricate against her will. He watched her in her erotic torture for a while, enjoying watching her wriggle in her helplessness.

Then he approached her, leant over her (rubbing his hardness firmly in her bum crack further nudging the butt plug around) held her shoulders and pulled her up and turned her around to face him. She thought he had felt pity on her and was about to release her, her pleading eyes filled with expectation and she looked so sweet and sexy. But he smiled at her and moved her over to the foot of the bed. She found it slightly awkward walking with a buzzing vibrator buried in her bottom, but she made it.

He turned her around and backed her against one of the thick, round wooden posts at the foot of the bed. She just stood there as he wedged a pillow behind her bottom, then ran a soft white rope around her waist several times and went behind her to tie it tight around the post. This pulled her bottom back onto the pillow ensuring the butt-plug was kept wedged in and applied pressure to make its vibrations spread deeper.

He unstrapped her arms and she was hopeful for release, but he uncrossed them then pulled them backwards on either side of the post. He pulled her leaning back against the wood and pulled her elbows together.

Using the rope, he tied her wrists together, then she winced as he tied the rope firmly around her arms just above and below her elbows, keeping her upper body pressed back against the post. He bent down, pulled her high-heeled ankles back to the post and tied her ankles firmly there, immobilising her. He came around to the front to admire the view.

She was firmly tied to the post in her gorgeous black lace lingerie. The strapless lace basque tightly held her waist but struggled to hold her outwardly heaving breasts contained beneath the delicate lace. Her breasts were tilted up and thrust forward by the position of her arms cinched behind her and the pillow behind her arching her back a little. The soft curves of her breasts visible above the lace basque continued under the material, the underwiring cupping under the lovely orbs as if presenting them to him.

The butt-plug continued to buzz deep inside her behind, making her breasts quiver as she struggled to stay still. Her hardening nipples were slightly visible as they pressed out against the satin lace. Her soft pussy mound was cupped gently by the panties that went over the garter straps and hung high on her hips, topped with a little bow on each side, displaying her full hips, exposed under the flimsy lace of the mini-skirt at the bottom edge of the basque.

She looked exquisite; the archetypal damsel in distress: good enough to eat which is exactly what he planned to do. He approached her and his hands went straight to her magnificent breasts, cupping and covering them. She looked up at him in pitiful anguish as he smiled down at her and fondled her breasts through the lace. He gently squeezed the lovely soft shapes, feeling her young yielding flesh in his warm hands, then he teased over her nipples, nudging the material back and forth, making them stiffen more.

His thumbs and fingers captured her nipples and he rubbed them, squeezed them and rolled them deliberately making them swell and throb under his fingertips. She mewled at him as he played with her breasts through the tight lace. As her nipples hardened into swelling little points, he grasped her full breasts in his large hands through the lacy material and squeezed firmly with an even pressure, his palms pressing her erect and throbbing nipples back into her soft flesh. He could feel her pulse beating in her nipples, and her breathing quicken as her breasts heaved in his grasp.

Still holding and kneading her breasts in his hands, he knelt down in front of her, his nose tracing its way down her front, between her breasts and over her stomach and narrow waist, before tracing over her frilly miniskirt. He sat on the floor in front of her tied body, still holding her breasts.

His nose nuzzled under the frills and rubbed back and forth across the smooth naked skin of her abdomen above the low-cut front of her flimsy panties. His nose traced across the lace trim along the top edge of her panties. Occasionally his lips kissed out and made contact with the silk. She was whimpering slightly as his hands continued to hold her beautiful full breasts captive.

His nose nuzzled lower, down the front of her panties, over her soft, hairless mound then nuzzling into the top of her groove. She tried to squirm sideways but his hands on her breasts held her firmly in place and his nose delved deeper. He could feel the vibrations of the butt-plug buzzing deep inside her. As his nose worked deeper into her crack, pushing the silk into her, his tongue darted out and licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, drawing a damp line up in her groove.

Encouraged by her whimpers, he repeated the move, then languidly began rubbing his tongue up and down her pussy, making the material wet and pushing it further into her folds. The position of the pillow behind her not only thrust her breasts out towards him, but also her pussy. He took advantage of this and fondled her pussy lips with his exploring tongue up and down and sideways into her slit.

His tongue could only push a limited depth into her because of the protection of her panties, so he decided to do something about them. His palms gave her wonderful breasts a firm squeeze before dropping down to her hips. His fingers hooked under the narrow sides of her black lace panties and started edging them downward. Abby wiggled helplessly as he eased her flimsy panties down over her hips and kissed the exposed flesh above the lace. He worked the scrap of material down her hips, easing it lower, exposing her naked flesh closer and closer to her pussy, as his lips followed the exposure.

As the material started drawing down away from her soft pussy, it stuck to her sensitive flesh by his saliva and by being wedged a little between her lips. Gradually he worked the sides lower to the tops of her stockings, tugging the central triangle out from her slit and finally exposing her smooth naked pussy.

Immediately his lips came down onto the enticing gentle mound between her legs. She whimpered as she felt his lips kiss over the top of her most private place. His tongue darted out and she squealed and jolted slightly in surprise as his tongue wetly delved into the top of her slit, seeking to lift the hood off her clit. As it unfolded a little, he flicked his wet tongue over the protruding and sensitive love button and she jolted again.

His hands went around to cup the cheeks of her naked bottom firmly to him to steady her before he thrust his long wet tongue in between her legs, just reaching the butt plug protruding from her bottom. He wetted his tongue, then firmly licked his way all the way back along her soft slit, delving deep between her lips to the yielding wet flesh within.

He opened her up with this one firm slurp and she closed her eyes tight and shuddered from the feeling of her innocent pussy being explored like this. His long tongue-stroke reached up as far as her little throbbing clit and wetly pressed flat over it and rubbed the slime of his saliva against it.

He moved his hands off her bum and back up to gently grasp around her young boobies again, squeezing the shapes into peaks so that his thumbs could rub firmly over her erect and sensitive nipples. At the same time he started tonguing wetly up and down her slit, firmly slipping his warm, wet tongue further and further up and into her.

She trembled and squealed as he teased her nipples and lapped at her gash. He could feel her pussy juicing not just from his saliva, but also from its own secretions. His fingers continued to fondle and squeeze her breasts and nipples as his tongue lapped up her juices, spreading it over her lips and her clit, occasionally lashing across the erect throbbing bud.

As he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, exploring virgin territory (literally), he could feel her whole body quiver, not just from the buzzing vibrator in her arse but also from the overwhelming feelings he was arousing from within her by his multiple assaults on her erogenous zones. Her young inexperienced body had never felt these sensations sweeping through her body before, and she could hardly cope with the building feelings as her body involuntarily reacted to the forced pleasure he was giving her. She meekly wriggled and squirmed in her tight bonds as he assaulted her senses.

He alternated from thrusting his tongue deeply into her tunnel, tasting her juices and exploring the soft fleshy walls to swirling the tip of his tongue around and across her clit and flicking it. All the while his palms squeezed her breasts firmly through the lace, and his fingers firmly gripped her swollen and throbbing nipples, rolling them in his grasp.

Each time he shifted his tongue from her pussy to her clit or back again, she shuddered and gasped into the gag, and more juice seeped from her pussy. His efforts built her closer and closer to the edge of her very first orgasm, but did not push her over the edge.

Finally, after a particularly firm squeeze of her breasts and a particularly deep thrust of his tongue into her pussy, he withdrew his tongue and hands from her and sat back a little. She opened her eyes and gasped as she fought to bring her breathing under control. Her semi clad breasts heaved with each breath.

Her pussy throbbed with the vibrations still continuing in her bottom. Her pussy lips glistened with their combined juice. He watched her recover for a bit, relishing how her body had responded to his touch. Then he took pity on her exposed state and tugged her panties back up over her hips to nestle snuggly over her pussy again.

Whilst she recovered from his sensual assault on her, he went over and spent some minutes lighting the wood burning fire in front of the sofa area. When he was satisfied it was burning gently, he came back to her and bent down to tied her ankles. He pulled the pillow out from behind her and went around the post to untie her hands. She didn't have the energy or presence of mind to try to break free as he undid her elbows and wrists, but she was grateful that she could flex her arms a little.

He didn't give her much respite. He held her bare shoulders and manoeuvred her away from the post, before standing behind her. He held her wrists firmly, then bent her forearms up across her back and crossed them in the small of her back. Using lengths of soft white rope, he carefully but tightly tied each of her delicate wrists to the opposite arm just above the elbow.

He also tied her arms firmly together where they crossed and finally ran a tight band of rope around her narrow waist, holding her arms nice and tight and close to her body, making her back arch slightly and once more making her breasts thrust forward. She whimpered as she sensed her helplessness again.

He moved her across the room, to the fireside and sitting himself on the sofa, guided her to stand in front of his knees. He stroked up and down the sides of her legs from her calves to her hips just under the edges of the basque miniskirt. He parted his knees and perched on the edge of the seat so that he could bring her standing between his legs.