Siberian Tiger

The woman’s grip on him was cautious, nervous almost. Yes, Tom had been with a giant sized women before, but it was obvious to him this whole thing was entirely new to her.

Turning from the aquarium she walked over to the bed, cradling him against her right breast as she climbed onto it and settled on her knees, ass atop her heels.

For his part, there was still a huge level of anxiety in Tom and he had yet to decide how much of an active participant he would or should be in his captivity.

Bringing him up near her face, the woman opened her mouth and licked the entire front of his body, the surface of her warm slippery tongue pebbly as it passed over him.

Despite the strong mint, he could tell she was smoker, the essence of it mingling with her saliva and breath.

“Mmm, you taste sweet,” she commented, lowing him near the stiffened nipple of her breast and pressing him into it and grinding him into the swollen tissue.

The pressure was near abrasive, and she must have felt it too, drooling out a strand of saliva and coating him and her breast to reduce friction.

“I am like a goddess no?” she asked, pausing to look down at him, her eyes glittering with hunger.

Reaching out with his left hand, he looked up into her eyes and caressed the side of her hard nipple.

Tipping her head backward, she let out a low moan of approval, “Yes,” she drawled appreciatively, pressing him back into her tit.

Back and forth she moved him between her breasts, alternately massaging and kneading the taut flesh with him under hand.

Shuffling forward, she scooted off the bed, hips swaying as she walked to cart, eyes roaming over the variety of sexual toys and paraphernalia on display. Tongue peeking out from between her lips, she spotted what she was looking for and reached down, selecting a slender ebon colored instrument, its appearance smooth like polished obsidian. Lips vanishing between her teeth, she took the small spool of bright orange ribbon before returning to the bed.

Setting both toy and ribbon between her parted thighs on the surface of the bed, she put Tom down beside them.

Glancing at the toy and the ribbon, he kept to himself this was not the first time he had been tethered to an object and used in the way he suspected she intended.

Nodding to himself, “I think I see where this is going,” he commented.

“I am going to put you inside me,” she said, voice laden with lust.

“Kind of figured,” he replied, looking up at her.

Taking him in her hand, she lay him on the toy, head along the tapered shaft of the toy toward the business end, before wrapping the ribbon around his feet and encircling his body like a stripe up climbing a barber’s pole.

Examining her handiwork, she grinned before bringing him close to the juncture of her legs, her pussy wet with excitement, emitting a thicker, headier musk. “Worship my pussy,” she instructed, pressing his length along the groove of her genitals breath coming in slight gasps.

Shifting the position of her hips, she tipped her pelvis forward, easing him slowly between the swollen petals of her pussy lips as her glistening pink sex swallowed the end of the semi rigid toy.

Taking a deep breath, Tom closed his eyes, the heated flesh passing over his face and chest as she slid him into the vaginal opening and inside her body.

With a soft cry, she lifted her hips again to receive the thrust as her cunt swallowed the length of the toy and the boy with it, leaving it there a moment to savor the delicious sensations erupting from within her pleasure center. Easing the toy back out, her flesh eagerly clinging to its prize before grudgingly letting go as she withdrew it.

Plunging him back into her furnace, she twisted the end of the toy, burying him in the tender but oppressive folds of her hungry pussy as she sought to tease herself.

As her body began to tremble, flesh quivering as she struggled to delay the inevitable, Tom knew she was going to come soon.

Her body erupted, powerful muscles clamping forcefully down on his little body and bathing him in her viscous cream as she climaxed.

Still bound, all he could do was go limp and hope to ride out the series of contractions before he passed out and inadvertently drowned. One last residual shudder rippled through her body, her release at an end. The dense tissue surrounding relaxed, the ridges molding over his body before she started dragging him free of her fleshly confines.

Blinking both against the light and the creamy effluence covering his face, he looked up, he face shiny with perspiration.

Lying him on the blanket, she slid forward, positioning herself directly over him, fingers of her right hand holding open her pussy lips. A trickle of urine appeared, dribbling out of the opening to her urethra before suddenly turning into a hot geyser she angled down over him as she pissed.

Bound as he was, the thick stream gushed over his body, choking him as he struggled to catch a breath and soaking the blanket beneath.

Finishing peeing, “I am done with you,” she declared, nodding before sliding herself forward over top of him and climbing off the bed.

Gagging on the tart liquid, he coughed and spat as she departed the room. “What the hell was that for?” he sputtered, making a sour face.

Natalya appeared in the door, carrying a plastic container. Coming to the bed, she pulled Tom closer to her and began unfastening the constrictive ribbon keeping him tethered to the sex toy.

“She straight up took a leak on me,” he protested.

“Hush now,” she warned, setting him inside the container and relocating it to the cart.

Back on his feet in the container, he motioned to the front of his body, “I don’t think you understand, we are talking hurricane storm surge.

Pulling the edges of the sheets up, Natalya turned her head to stare at him, her expression fierce, “You must be quiet!” she ordered, resuming her chore of stripping the bed.

“Quiet? I’m pissed off, pissed on, fuck, like literally,” he muttered making a sour face at Natalya’s back.

Finished with the bed, she collected his tray and returned with him to the bathroom, cleaning him in the same fashion as she did before.

“What’s going on?” he asked as she manhandled him.

Ignoring him, she finished her cleaning and carried back into the room, placing him back into the aquarium.

“You been very helpful,” Tom grumbled sarcastically.

Natalya ignored, vanishing from the room for a moment before returning with fresh linens and remaking the bed. Checking it, she nodded and departed, closing the door behind her.

“How about a Tic Tac or something to get this taste out of my mouth?” he hollered.

The door reopened no more than five minutes later, Anastasia entering the room followed by a petite young looking red haired girl, hair professionally coifed.

Smiling, “There he is,” said Anastasia, extending her hand toward him.