I’ll Make It Worth Your While

Donna was a lovely older redhead that I had started dating a few weeks before. This was our sixth date and I knew it was going to be interesting. She was forty, a bit curvy, but at her age she had been keeping herself pretty fit. I'm one to complain; at forty-three I had finally given up the hope that I could pass for a guy in my twenties. There was something about Donna that drew me in. Other women, although confident, were not quite so adventurous. There seemed to be a wicked gleam in her eye most of the time he was out with me.

"Do something for me?" she asked at the end of our date as she had opened her door for me to leave. We had just finished a very intense make out session when she had abruptly announced that I had to go as she was going to have to get to work early the next morning. My hopes had been temporally dashed for some under the cover action. She saw the look on my face and rubbed herself up against my tightly wound body.

I grunted, not in the best of moods while still enjoying her warm curves rubbing me.

"Well," she said in a childish voice, "I know we couldn't, you know, do it tonight, but I know I got you all worked up and I'm so sorry about that..."

"Yeah..." I added. I am quite the wit; besides, she was now rubbing my cock through my pants.

She gave me that wicked smile again and I felt weak and jittery inside.

"I know you men, when you're all worked up and don't have a women, and you like to... or maybe the word is "need to", take things into your own hand..." she glanced down at my tented pants and then looked back up into my eyes. "But maybe you can hold off on doing that between now and our next date?"

She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a delicious kiss. Backing away, her eyes fluttered. "I'll make it worth your while!" she said.

I did, or should I say, I didn't take things in hand after that date. We had arranged to meet two nights later, and during that time, I found myself both moody and horny. Every spare thought was on Donna, as was my cock. A few times at work I had to adjust myself or shift a file folder to my crotch to hide my excitement. It was like bloody high school all over again.

On the evening of our date, I got a sad phone call from Donna.

"I'm so sorry dear, but something's come up at work. I'm afraid I'll have to cancel for tonight."

"Oh, no!" I said a little more depressed than usual.

She picked up on this and whispered into the phone, "You haven't been, you know, have you?"

I gulped and then shook my head. "No...I haven't. I've been looking forward to tonight."

She giggled. "Can't be helped, I'm afraid. I'm free in two days. It'll be the weekend, how about I make it up to you on Saturday?"

"Sounds good," I said.

"Oh, and if you have to, take care of things, I'll understand..." she said. "Of course the thought of you all tense because of little old me, has certainly been very exciting for me!"

"It has?" I asked.

"Oh yes. Each night..."she whispered into the phone, "I've been touching myself, thinking about you holding back from touching yourself, all for me, it's so exciting that I don't remember the last time I've come so many times in the past few days!"

She giggled, while my cock got even harder, if that was even possible!

"No," I said. "I'll stay out of trouble until Saturday, but you owe me!" I told her.

"Oh you have no idea, Mister!" she rung off and I was left with myself. Shit. Now sitting all alone in my apartment, I was free to do whatever I wanted, yet the one thing I wanted to do, I had agreed to abstain from.

'She wouldn't know,' I thought to myself, yet I held strong. I'm a man of my word and it had been given. Watching television, I noticed every sexy commercial, every scantily clad woman, and every sultry situation. Sex sells, and when you are abstaining, you notice it all too much. I quickly ditched that for a good book.

Saturday didn't come soon enough, and for me, it had been awhile since I had not cleaned the pipes for over a week. I knocked on her door early afternoon and was greeted by Donna in a lovely slender sundress. Her kiss was deep and sultry and excited. I returned her passions with my own. There was an underlying need within me that filled the air.

Rather than drop to her knees and take care of me right then and there, she pulled away, grabbed her purse and pulled me out the door. We were of course off to the antique flea market over at the old naval base for the day. I groaned inwardly as she slipped into the passenger seat, showing me a lot more leg than was appropriate, or so I thought. Closing her door and slipped around and into the driver's seat and away we went.

The day was fun, with an underlying current of teasing as Donna took every chance to seduce me and tease me. Bending at the hip to give me a pleasant sight of her rounded derriere, lingering touches and long kisses, where she lovingly wiped her lipstick off me, she was a sexual tease that kept my interest up, among other things.

I'm not exactly sure what we looked at our how I wound up carrying two bags of stuff she had gotten, but I was glad to climb back into the car and head for an early dinner. That meant an early night!

Donna's hand rested lightly on my thigh as we drove back to her place. Slowly she moved it farther up and soon she had deftly unzipped my pants and had snaked her hand within. My cock sprang to attention and I let out a little moan. A small dull ache, almost like a cramp had started just above and to the left of my crotch. "Oh that feels so good!" I told her as I tried to concentrate on the road.

Once inside she dragged me to her bedroom, our lips were locked the entire time. It would be my first of hopefully many visits. Crashing on the bed, she kissed me and pulled away. "Want to play a game?"

I grunted. Not really! I had been thinking of tearing her clothes off and plunging deeply into her the first chance I had. I reached for her, yet she drew away.

"I'll make it worth your while!"

There it was again. She was a tease! That's what she was! I shrugged; she smiled. Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a long coiled piece of rope. Her grin grew even wider, and her body swayed as she held it in front of me.

"Honey, I know how horny you are, and I know how much you sacrificed holding yourself under...control. I'm a little concerned that you'll just pop off in the first moment, and then our first time will have been short and pre-mature..." she looked at me still on my back on her bed.

"I just want to make it last the night, and besides, it's so hot having you under my control!"

What could I do? I nodded and she went to work.

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"I see you've done this before," I said.

I was naked, on my back in the middle of her bed. She had tied my arms at the wrists behind my neck, like I was supporting my head. Bending my legs she took other rope and tied each ankle to each thigh. It was what she called later, a frog-tie.

I tested the bonds. I was not going anywhere.

"One last thing..." she reached under her bed and pulled out a black leather strap. Laying it over my lower stomach, she brushed against me as she reached over the other side of the bed and pulled out its mate. Buckling the leather strap down, I was now pinned to the bed.

"Perfect!" she smiled. "Now I've got you in my lair!"

Now not only was I helpless, but the ability to shift from my spot had been taken away. I think a look of panic came across my face, because the next thing Donna did was take a light hold of my erect cock and slowly stroke it.

"Don't worry, baby! You'll enjoy this!"

And enjoy it I did. She took out a bottle of baby oil from her bed stand and soaked her hands in it. Then she took my cock into her hands and slowly masturbated me.

"Oh, I think you like this, don't you?" she teased. I craned my neck to watch her bright red nails tickly the underside of my cock.

"I had my nails done, just for you! Nice and long and pretty. Don't you like them in red?"

I said nothing, focusing only on the feelings she was bringing me to. She stopped and I immediately took notice.

"Pretty boy, you must answer me when I ask you a question. It's not polite to ignore me." She leaned back farther away from my aching cock. "You wouldn't want me to start ignoring you right now, would you?"

Her challenge got my mouth working again.

"No, I mean yes!"

She smiled and still refused to touch my throbbing member.

"Which is it pretty boy? No you don't like my nails? Yes you do want me to ignore you?"

I struggled in my bonds for a moment. Not a budge. "No! I don't want you ignoring me! Yes I do like your nails!"

She smiled again. It was her wicked smile. I had originally thought there wasn't any bite to that smile. Now I was beginning to wonder just how much bite was available in that curvy body of hers!

She held her nails up in front of my face. They shined with the polish and the baby oil. "Kiss them!" she said.

She placed each nail to my lips and I proceeded to kiss and make love to each of them. She then scooted down and took my member back up in her hands. My body was ablaze with feelings as she slowly brought me higher and higher towards my climax.

She continued with the talking. She told me about her day, from the very beginning of how she undressed and showered; slowly scrubbing and rubbing her entire body clean in anticipation of tonight's date with me. She had anointed a special perfume and oil all over her body. She stopped a few times and brought various body parts up to my nose to smell them.

"What does this smell like?" she asked me as she held her left ankle to my nose. I wasn't thinking clearly and couldn't guess.

"I don't know," I said, wary of ignoring a question from her and having the moment stop.

She wagged her ankle in front of my face and stopped stroking my cock. "Take a guess. Guess right and we can continue!"

That got me going again as my body screamed for relief! It was now over a week since I had cleaned my pipes and every fiber of my being was focused on defeating the stoppage and getting back to work!

I inhaled her ankle, desperate to identify her scent. I was soon lightheaded with my intakes of smell from her. Still my body refused to give up and during my heightened strain of need, my brain and nose came through for me as I blurted out, "Lavender?"

She smiled and paused. The room was alive with tension as she held her posture and position. I glanced furtively at her face for any sign of recognition. Was I right? Was I wrong? What would happen if I were wrong? Would she send me away? Would she stop stroking me?

She held that pose for perhaps thirty seconds. To me it seemed like an hour. My eyes darted back and forth with need. Finally she smiled. "Well done! I knew you had it in you!"

I blew out in relief; it was then that I noticed that I had held my breath awaiting her answer. Her ankle still was before my face.

"Did you notice my painted toe-nails?" she asked.

I glanced down while shaking my head. She sighed. "All my work to get made up for you and you don't even notice, let alone compliment me. That doesn't make me feel very appreciated pretty boy. In fact it is putting me off..."

"Wait," I blurted out. I took a good look at her feet; her toes wore the same bright red polish. "Your toes look lovely! They are so cute and sexy! I love that you took the time and effort to get them done for me!"

She smiled, yet her hand did not reach for my still hard, lonely cock. I tried to read her face for what to do next, then inspiration hit me and I stretched my neck up towards her toes. Taking each one in my mouth I sucked and kissed them. I made love to them as she sighed in pleasure. As I reached the eighth toe I felt her warm strong hand grasp my cock and the pleasure continued.

She kept her big toe in my mouth forcing me to suckle it while looking straight into my eyes. Her hands expertly stroked me faster, her toe moved in and out of my mouth at the same rate. I felt myself building to something, and my focus blurred.

I moaned loudly. My mouth wrapped around her painted toe and then nothing. The little minx had let go of me and I tried humping the air for relief.

That's when I discovered the reason for the leather strap that wrapped around my stomach. Locked down, I was unable to thrust my body and my cock. My elbows and knees flailed about to no avail. My groaning and complaints were muffled by her toe still firmly lodged into my mouth as my focus adjusted to her smiling gaze. My face registered a bit of anger and frustration. She kept her toe still within my mouth, not giving me a chance to utter a complaint.

"Are you thirsty, pretty boy?" she taunted. Without awaiting an answer she pulled her toe out of my mouth and rolled off the bed, disappearing from the room before I had a chance to utter a word. I heard her rummaging in the kitchen for a few minutes while my breathing came back to normal and the ache in my balls continued to grow. So close, yet so far!

She came back in carrying a tray. It was at this point that I noticed that she had not shed any of her clothing. The contrast between my naked vulnerable body, trussed up on her bed, my useless limbs flopping around and her quiet, contained composure made me feel little, and small.

She placed the tray down next to the bed and pulled a lighter out. She went about and lit all the candles that suddenly seemed to appear in the room. The sun had gone down and now with the warm glow of the burning candles, I was aware of being a tad cold. The soft glow brought warmth to the room. The flickering shadows brought mystery. I began to relax and look forward to this adventure.

Once the room was comfortable for her, she climbed back on the bed. Still clothed she poured two glasses of wine and then helped me take sips from my glass. As I drank, she literally cooed, encouraging me to drink, complimenting me on finishing the glass. She took her time and fed me a few grapes while she indulged herself. For my one glass of wine, she drank three.

The room grew warm and I could see that Donna had worked on a bit of a buzz. Setting her final glass down, she kissed me. It was a bit sloppy, but I decided it was in urgency, rather than drunkenness that she applied her amorous affection upon me.

"It's so hot to have you at my mercy!" she stroked my legs and ticklish ribs with her nails. I squirmed but was helpless to avoid her touch.

She rested beside me. I could feel her dress and noticed that it was a bit scratchy upon my naked skin. She continued to kiss me and touch me. Her hands would grasp my cock to keep it hard and then she would move them elsewhere. I kissed her with more urgency, hoping that she would get to the point. I needed relief.

I moaned under her touch and kiss. She picked up on this and pulled her lips away. "What is it, pretty boy?"

"Please..." I whimpered.

She looked at me with an uncomprehending look. I think the wine was having a little effect on her.

"I need to come," I said.

She looked at me and giggled. She then took one of her legs and wrapped it over my trussed up leg. Her hand snaked back down to my cock and started stroking it again. Oh the joy!

"Is this what you want?" she asked.

"Oh yes!" I grunted.

She continued, while whispering dirty talk into my ear. I was her helpless pretty boy. She had control. I was dependent on her to relieve myself. I just agreed with each line she growled into my ears. My main focus was on her making me feel good.

Every time I got close, she would stop. I was now on the verge of tears. Every word out of my mouth was 'please'. At one point she loosened her hold on me and left me trying in vain to thrust in her hand. The only thing that did was tire me out as I struggled in my bonds. Strapped down, my crotch thrusts were denied as I tried begging and pleading to get relief. Donna would stay quiet, enjoying the state I was in. Still she remained dressed.

She yawned and seemed to grow tired of this game. She jumped off the bed and asked me if I wanted to see what she had bought for tonight.

"Tonight?" I asked. "I thought your dress was what you got?"

"My silly pretty boy. That was what I got for this afternoon! No tonight I have something special for you! You just wait there, don't get up!" she laughed and bounced out of the room. Damn! How much longer was she going to tease me? I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Unfortunately I had no choice in the matter as I looked at my doubled over arms and legs.

A few minutes later, my cock had shrunk down. "I think you're going to like this! Close your eyes!"

I sighed.

"Are they closed?"

"Yes," I said and closed them.

A few moments later she asked me to open them and before me stood Donna. She was in a black satin nightgown. The gown plunged deeply between her large breasts while the shimmery material touched the floor. I wanted to laugh as her "night gown" actually covered her up further than her daytime dress did.

"You like?" she asked as she did a seductive dance. I could see the slit go up the side and each time she moved, I saw a flash of leg going all the way up to her waist.

"Oh yes," I said. She continued to dance for me, and I found myself watching her large unhindered breasts try to stay within the form of her gown. The gown wasn't having much luck and every few moments a nipple would break out into view, exciting me as she would admonish me for looking.

She took another drink of her wine and then climbed back on the bed. I had no idea how long we had been going at this, but she had my cock's full attention! She kissed me deeply and I think I babbled something about wanting to cum. She smiled and proceeded to ravish my lips. After a while she pulled away and held my head in her two soft manicured hands.

"Oh those lips of yours are just so yummy! I wonder if maybe you would like to use them elsewhere?"

I stammered, not knowing what she was getting at. By this time I think my brain was starved from all the blood being pumped down to my little head.

"I mean, you have sampled my lips. You have suckled my nails and toes... are you too proud to sample my other lips?" she held me for a moment watching for my reaction.

"Uh...no. I'm not too proud?" I mumbled.

Her face brightened. "Oh goody!" She straddled my chest and then pulled the large amount of satin fabric away from between us, and I got my first glance at her womanhood.

I don't know if she was a natural redhead, hers was shaved clean. Grasping my head she assertively guided my mouth to hers and bade me to lick, and lick I did.

"Oh that's good! No, not there. Yes right there. Now lower. Yes. Yes! Oh right there! Oh soooo good!" she moaned and groaned, all the while she moved my head and by extension my mouth to the places she desired. "So good! So nice! Well done, pretty boy! Well Done!"

Her breathing quickened and soon she gasped and yipped into orgasm. Her hands tightened around my head and she more or less used my face as she rubbed herself off. She collapsed beside me panting while I gasped for air.

She had just enough energy to kiss me and then she snuggled beside me. I lay there waiting, what else was there for me to do? Moments passed, then minutes.

"Uh, Donna?" I tentatively whispered. With no answer I called out again louder. I strained and twisted my head only to find that Donna was fast asleep!

I called to her louder, to no avail. Passed out was more like it. "Great! Just great!" I grumbled to myself. I looked around the room and wondered how in the hell I had gotten into this predicament. My cock, good old buddy of mine had gotten me into this! And now he was suffering.

"Serves you right!" I admonished him.

Wait! What was that? A noise? The front door?