Chapter 3

• 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.