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  He began massaging my thighs firmly, getting dangerously close to my clit, but still not touching it. I was so desperate for him to touch me there, so excited about the razor; and my muscles were so sore from the excited straining that I felt a Charlie horse developing in my calf. When he finally brought the razor down on the softness of my right thigh and the sharp steel contacted my skin, I was frozen with delight. He very languorously and slowly shaved both of my upper thighs, right up to the arch where my legs ended and my torso began. My legs were stretched so wide that he shaved right up to the crack of my ass, resting after each stroke and making me wait and wonder when and where the next one would be.

  I was beginning to choke with excitement and Paul quickly reached up and pulled the gag out of my mouth. He let me cough and then plunged his mouth on top of mine and just rested it there for a moment, breathing heavily into my mouth. My tongue strained to meet him but he withdrew every time it came near his cavity. I relented.

  And he was back down again. He opened my vaginal lips with his hands and inserted the handle of the razor into my vagina. That feeling was phenomenal – I wasn’t expecting it. He twisted it and turned it, bringing the razor’s edge dangerously close to my privates, but never touching. I started to come.

  “Whoa, Baby,” Paul said. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  He left again and came back with a towel that he put under my ass. He had obviously gotten some Vaseline along with the towel and suddenly I felt his finger up my ass. The razor was still resting inside of me and now his finger was in my other hole. With one finger he twisted and turned inside my ass while he doing the same thing with the razor handle inside my vagina. It sent a huge shudder through my body. Paul kept it in for a moment, twirling lightly. With his finger still up my ass, he pulled out the razor, and his mouth finally came down on me. The moment I had been waiting for had arrived.

  He opened one my labial lips with his tongue and teeth, pulling them aside so he could go deeper. The teeth hurt, but I like a little pain. He knew that. He also knew my code for when to stop. We were both aware of how we needed to respect one another’s wishes during our little games of bondage.

  Now he was moving his lubed finger in and out of my ass while his tongue was doing the same in my snatch. I was moaning loudly, and there was nothing that was going to stop me. I could feel the grapes and the water swishing around inside of me. Paul’s tongue was whipping me all over, but concentrating on my clit. The grapes were bouncing around and I was so warm and heavy and wet that heaven was a hop, skip and a jump away.

  The finger up my ass came out and began to lightly tease me around the rim of my anus instead, poking and sliding and dipping and going in and out just ever so slightly. His other hand found its way into my vulva, and I could feel furtive fingers looking for grapes. It made me laugh. I was in bondage but I had to laugh. He came up laughing too.

  “I got two. How many more are there?” he asked.

  “You’ve got them all, Babe. I’m all empty and waiting for you. I want to feel your dick inside of me.”

  I had already come in a dozen mini volcanoes but I had yet to experience the tumultuous orgasm that I knew was coming. I was so close that I knew this might be one of those times where we could have a simultaneous orgasm.

  “Untie me and come at me from behind,” I said. Suddenly the slave and the master were reversing roles. I knew he was powerless to reject me. He untied the nylons and I panted, getting so hot I knew it would take seconds before I blew.

  “The blindfold stays,” he said, as he undid the knots.

  I was stiff and sore from my bondage, but quickly propped some pillows under my stomach and got myself into a modified table position with my ass as high in the air as it could go. Whenever Paul entered me from behind, the penetration was deep and hard and got me right to the core. It was always the best way for me to come with him inside of me.

  I waited for him to enter me. He waited. I could hear him touching himself, and moaning. He was getting ready to come too.

  Then without warning he roughly grabbed my buttocks, separated them and almost lifted me off the bed with his hands pushing upwards on my ass. And then he slid inside of me. Deep. Thrusting. Pounding. The force of his banging pushed me forward. I heard myself shouting, “Deeper, harder: keep going!”

  Within seconds the surges started to move through my body rushing to every area. I felt him explode inside of me and he continued to push on my ass, push me to come more. I was trembling and overcome. I was completely and utterly undone.

  We collapsed on the bed and Paul took the blindfold off of me and looked at me tenderly: “Not bad after thirty years, huh?”

  I smiled at him angelically. “Not bad at all, but I think we can do even better,” I replied.

  “Game on,” was Paul’s response.

  Is hot monogamous sex possible? Oh, I think so.

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