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- The bet : Pt. 5
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- He left her for a time, basking in the warm feeling that
- spread through her body. She became aware of his presence when
- something soft touched her stomach. It was neither cold nor
- warm but it was very soft and, comforting. He placed it just
- above her navel. It seemed larger than a hand and longer than it
- was wide.
- For a time it just lay there, without any real weight or
- pressure. A slight feeling of pressure came first, followed by
- movement. He was gently moving it across her stomach in small
- circles. With movement came definition. It was furry, like a
- small mink towel or a rabbit skin. It was larger than the hand
- that moved it and it felt very good whatever it was.
- He began by rubbing the area between her navel and rib
- cage. One one circle he went from her left side, up her side,
- past her breast, just touching the side for a second or so as it
- went by, continued up her torso to her neck, and up her left arm.
- He stopped at her tied wrist and slowly made the trip back down,
- passed across her chest above her breasts and went up her right
- arm. He continued back and forth several times, sometimes going
- over her neck and the bottom of her face, other times passing
- over her breasts, never quite touching the nipples.
- Again, it was relaxing and stimulating at the same. As
- he continued she realized he was again teasing her, continually
- coming close to her nipples, never reaching them. He changed the
- pattern without warning and was again going over her stomach,
- having gone down her right side. He repeated the old circular
- pattern, continuing it for a couple of minutes at least.
- She became aware of how difficult it was to keep a time
- sense without any reference. How long had she been here? (How
- many times had she come?) How late in the evening was it? Was
- it even dark yet? How long could she keep the last two numbers
- secret?
- He broke off the pattern again, and went over the sides
- of her breasts. Going between them in a figure eight, then
- circling one, then the other and then back to a figure eight, he
- began to really get to her. It had gone from being relaxing to
- arousing somewhere up on her arms, and now she actively waited
- for him to use the fur on her nipples.
- He would come up just so high on her breast, always
- stopping just short of her nipples. It began with him stopping
- inches from them, then an inch from them, then less than an inch.
- She tried not to react, not to moan again, not to encourage him,
- but it escaped her when he finally ran the fur over each of her
- nipples in turn. He may not have noticed it. It was quiet and
- he was kissing her as she moaned, his tongue invading her mouth.
- After he'd stopped running the fur over over her breasts
- and had returned to her stomach, she noticed the lingering taste
- of mint and realized he'd brushed his teeth before beginning to
- work on her.
- He began doing what he'd done to her arms to her legs.
- His hand passed down her left leg, going all the way to her foot.
- The fur did interesting things to the bottom of her foot. He
- travelled back up the inside of her leg, parting from it only
- inches from her sex and travelled back down to her right foot.
- Then the thought occurred to her, He was going to play the
- same game with her down there that he had played with her
- breasts. A quick intake of breath followed that thought.
- And he did. He played the game of approaching her sex,
- coming closer by millimeters at each pass. When he could not
- possibly come any closer, and her loins were on fire, he circled
- her mound.
- She was amazed at how sensitive her stomach had become.
- "We both know you're going to come now." she heard him
- say. "We both know I don't have to touch you any more than I am
- now."
- She knew he was right. She had waited for the touch on
- her sex, for his finger, or she had hoped, his member sliding up
- her incredibly slick opening. She felt herself blush as she
- thought that he could easily have been watching every movement of
- her sex, literally looking directly inside her as she became more
- and more aroused.
- The sound of his voice caused it to start. She felt
- herself coming. She wanted to curl up, to hide what her sex was
- doing from him, but bound as she was, she could hide nothing.
- Not knowing where he was, she could not know if he was observing
- her face (what she must look like), her body, or directly into
- her sex. She imagined him watching her vagina opening and
- closing, out of her control. The thought made her orgasm more
- intense, and at the same time his voice gave her something
- between a command and play by play announcing of her reactions.
- She realized that for the moment she was the center of
- his universe, all of his attention was focused on her. Just now,
- nothing other than her gyrations, her squirmings, her movements
- were important to him.
- Yes, it was grand!
- He kept her either coming or close to it for some
- minutes. It was less intense than the last one, but somehow more
- delightful. When he allowed her to stop, she breathed a sigh of
- relief.
- It didn't last. She had barely thirty seconds before he
- used his bare hands on her breasts. He knew how aroused she was
- and used it, playing her like a violin. He had her coming, even
- more powerfully within seconds. After a full minute of orgasm
- (He had timed it by the night stand clock) he asked her for the
- second number.
- She refused.
- He forced her to remain either on the brink or in an
- orgasm for the next four minutes, then he asked her again. This
- time she refused, but was not able to concentrate enough to stick
- out her tongue as she had last time.
- He asked her a third time as his finger entered her
- exceptionally wet and very ready vagina. She was able to hold
- off three more minutes (and four orgasms) before telling him the
- second number was fourteen.
- He continued to make her come for an additional five
- minutes telling her that proper young ladies didn't stick out
- their tongues at gentlemen.
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