Page 32 of Dr Feel Good
She snorted. “Always so formal, Mr. Good.”
My lips twitched into a smile as she walked to the swing and ran her fingertips along the edges. “I’d never been fucked in one of these before.”
My cock twitched. The thought of introducing Athena to something new excited me, as did the idea of her nude and bound with her pussy on full display.
“Would you like to?”
She considered my words for a second, then nodded. It took everything in me not to bounce up and down in excitement, like a kid on Christmas. The thought made me remember how my daughter and son used to look forward to the Holidays, even though I spoiled them year-round. It made a pang go through my chest. Now, both were teens who had minimal contact with me, thanks to their mother’s lies.
Athena snapped her fingers in front of me face. “Earth to Felix.”
I blinked, then shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to think about my bitch of an ex-wife and how she’d destroyed my family,not when I had a beautiful woman in front of me who trusted me enough to explore something new.
“I’m sorry, repeat that,” I asked, feeling sheepish at my distraction.
“Hey, if you don’t want to use the swing—”
“I do,” I said quickly, my eagerness making her snicker. Instead of admitting the truth, I said, “I was just thinking about what position I want to fuck you in.”
Lust darkened her eyes, though the wariness that lingered in her gaze let me know she didn’t believe me. However, she was smart enough not to call me out on my bullshit. Instead, she began to undress, making my mouth water once she stood in the middle of the room, naked as the day she was born.
“It doesn’t matter to me,” she purred, sauntering to me and trailing a finger down my chest. “I’m yours to do whatever you want with, sir.”
Just like that, my dick became hard as lead.
For a tall woman, she was thin, so it was a breeze to pick her up and haul her to the swing.
“Lie back,” I ordered as I sat her in the leather seat.
She obeyed, reaching back and grabbing the chains that held the swing upright as I guided her feet to the stirrups. By design, position left the dripping folds of her pussy fully exposed. Swallowing coarsely, I released my hold on her and stepped back.
“Comfy?” I asked, my voice strained with desire.
“Very,” she replied, propelling herself forward to rock back and forth. “This is kind of fun. You ever use it just to swing?”
Chuckling, I shook my head, heading to my collection of gags and blindfolds. “Nope.”
Although, in theory, it was possible, as I’d made sure the swing was sturdy, and accommodated up to four hundred pounds, a weight limit that neither of us came anywhere nearmeeting. The idea of using it for anything but sex just wasn’t tempting.
Athena seemed to have experience with BDSM, so I opted for an ‘O’ gag instead of a breathable ball gag. Speaking wouldn’t be possible, but I’d be able to hear her sexy little noises in all their glory. I considered grabbing my dildo mouth gag but decided I’d introduce her to that one another time.
My mind made up, I grabbed the gag and a silk blindfold and returned to where she was waiting. My eyes drifted down to her pussy, delighting me with the sight of her arousal dripping down her thighs.
“Open your mouth,” I directed, putting the gag into place once she did.
When the blindfold was on, I undressed quickly, eager to feel her wet cunt gripping my cock. First, however, I satisfied my hunger and tasted her. Stroking my cock at a languid pace, I dropped to my knees and traced her pussy lips with my tongue. Then, I used two fingers on my free hand to spread her open and speared my tongue inside her. The strangled moan that escaped her made me jerk my cock faster, my nose grazing her clit with every lap. The swing did an excellent job at holding her open, allowing me to plunge my tongue deep. It was more for my benefit than hers—I wanted to taste her from the source and lacked a lizard tongue to stimulate her G-spot at the same time.
Pulling back, I blew on her puffy folds, smirking when she shuddered. Satisfied with her reaction, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked her, her noises becoming higher-pitched as I feasted on her sensitive bundle of nerves. When she came, I fucked her with my tongue again, wanting to taste every drop of her sweet nectar.
Once she stopped shaking, I stood up. Gripping her butt, I thrusted inside her. A moan left me, the sensation of her juicycunt heavenly, her core still clenching rhythmically from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“You feel so fucking good,” I panted, sweat beading on my brow as I set a rough pace.
Her whiny whimpers were music to my fucking ears.
I used my grip on her ass as leverage to thrust hard and deep. The position allowed my cock to hit her G-spot, sending her hurling towards another release as my balls began to tighten and tingle. Eager for us to find our release together, I began playing with her sensitive clit. She clenched around me, her thighs trembling as she tensed.
Her orgasm triggered mine, and I filled with my seed as she came on my dick. Only when my high subsided did I stop thrusting. When I pulled out, I was greeted by the sight of her creamy pussy dripping with our combined releases. My cock gave a twitch of interest at the sight, but I decided aftercare was more important than another round. I’d been rough with her when she was still recovering from getting shot.
