I had invited you for dinner, but at the agreed time I am far from ready: Still kneeding dough, frying vegetables and the table was still a mess. The bell rings, I open the door, and meet you there with a big bunch of Rosez and a big smile. Shyly you say: Hullo.

Enthousiastically I invite you in, impressed with the size of you bossom, the sexy skirt you are wearing and the fire I see in your eyes: A fire you try to hide behind a shy look, but you can't fool me. I decide to accept the roses, and keep a little distance. I say: "Please come in", and show you the way to my living. Immediately you see the stress I'm in with the cooking, and you offer to help me.

I decline the offer, and ask you what drink I can offer you. "If you're not in a hurry, please sit down and let me prepare what I had in mind". I take a look at you again, your wine-red bra is shining through the silk blouse you are wearing, your skirt tends to creep up a bit to reveal your gorgeous thighs. You see what I'm looking at, and ask for the CR. I show you, and when I switch on the light for you, I feel your bossom brush along my back. I smile at you, have a look at your mighty soft place, where I see the lines of your panties through the tight skirt. I leave you alone, go back to the oven to push my pie in, and wash my hands at the sink. I start humming a melody. Suddenly I feel you at my back, pushing me against the sink with your whole weight, and grabbing and twisting my arms to my back.

You bind my hands on my back with handcuffs, than grab my hair and pull me to a chair.

I am too surprised to resist or shout, and you also bind my feet to the chair with a second and third pair of handcuffs. You step back and smile at me. I take a look at you, your eyes are shining with elation, you are breathing heavily, your enormous bossom going up and down quickly: You have removed your shoes, I don't see your bra, but your apple-sized nipple-fields shining through your blouse, your nipples hard as iron, the size of large peas.

Then you turn around and say: "Sorry, boy, I don't have much time, I'm in a hurry tonight." You walk to the DVD-set and start a DVD: Within seconds my favorite pornstar is on the screen, with a very slow and prolongued playing scene. My length was already hard from looking at you, but now my pants are becoming painful. But what can I do? You walk to the sofa and collect all cushions.

Then you look at me, and start unbuttoning your blouse, slowly, while looking from my eyes to the bulge in my trousers, back to my face.

I feel that I'm blushing. You drop your skirt and stand there before me: A well filled belly, strong thighs, a big bush of hair in a triangle under your belly, and large mango shaped breasts. You walk towards me and start to remove my trousers, you strip them till they fall to my ankles and my erect manhood is free, jumps into the air and points up: Deep purple, swaying slightly with every heartbeat. Now you unbutton my shirt. And your breasts sway over my thingy. You toy my nipples, than bite them, and a shiver rolls down from my nipples to my feet. You massage my flanks and hips, than stand back. I litle drop is forming on my manhood, and you decide to toy it away.

Than you pull me forward on the chair I am bound to and put a few cushions in my back.

I feel the rim of the chair under my buttlength, and I feel ridiculous. My manhood starts bending down. You say "No, come on", and shake your bossom, which already rouses my desire, and raises my thingy back to his peak level. "OK", is what you say, than you step closer and with two hands you part your soft edges. You spread your legs and lower your softness to the level of the head of my thingy. Your softness shines with moisture and when it touches my thingy it is hard and soft at the same time, but so nice and warm. I sigh. With a very light bending of your knees you move your whole body up and down, sliding over my thingy.

First the head moves in only, than out again, than with slight movements you move lower and lower, till finally your hair and my hair touch. You let your body down on me and cover my breast with your bossom. You bite on my lips, I scream, than you start kissing me, wet, hard and hungry.

Suddenly I feel your arms around my, and you pull me and the chair into the air, my manhood still deep inside your softness. With legs wide apart you walk to the sofa and you fall on your back.

I am amazed with your strength. You spread your legs and whisper with a low, very sexy voice: "Show me that you know how to play me".

I am lying there in your arms, you press me tight, and you are bending your legs around mine, the chair is still at my back, and now you want me to play you!!! The only thing I can do is move my soft place and knees: Slowly, very slowly up and down.

I feel the muscles in your softness tighten, following my rhythm. Than you start moving up and down too, as you want to feel the bone over my thingy to press your personal place with every movement. I start breathing heavily, moan with a deep sound, and I feel that you tighten your grip. With a single loud moan from both our mouthes we come together. You kreep off the sofa, leaving me there, still bound to the chair. You start dressing slowly, and my thingy starts growing already, when I see how you press your breasts to squeeze them in your tight bra. You yell "I'm gone", and close the door behind you. When my wife finds me like that when she returns home, I will have a lot to explain!