He kept going for a little while before finally stopping.“That was fun, wasn't it.” He exclaimed and I could only reply with a nod. He then stood ...p, pulled his own pants and boxers down, then sat down in the chair he was sitting in previously and began stroking his own cock furiously with his cum soaked hand. I watched and was overtaken by the urge to see what it felt like giving a handjob. So without saying anything, I sat on the edge of my bed and ran a hand over his balls. He moaned softly. He turned from her and went towards the desk, reaching into the top drawer he took out a pair of handcuffs. He turned back towards her noting with a smile her expression as she saw what he had in his hand. He walked steadily towards her, pulled her to her knees. His hardness pushing into her face, he leaned over her back and handcuffed her wrists. As he straightened up he couldn't help himself he flipped his hip smacking her hard in the face with his cock. He loved the look she flashed him with. I have never even tasted my own cum, but something about this conversation turned me on so much! I couldn't take it! So I agreed to go over. When I got over there, he was in his tighty whities on the couch. He just looked at me and said, "Are you ready to get started?" And I said yes sir, and then he said, "well get over here on your knees and get to work." So I did. He was very verbal and prescriptive about what he wanted me to do, and I followed every command. First he wanted his balls. His strength overwhelms me. I feel myself tense around him, every muscle in my body tightens as I climax. He pumps harder and deeper into me, slow deliberate strokes. He pulls out and supports me briefly before leading me to the back of the couch and bending me over it. He rubs himself between my cheeks and presses against my bum hole. He is lubed with my wetness and I feel the pressure of him entering me. I suck in my breath and wait, trying to relax enough to ease him in. Slowly he moves.