"Angora Blanket Bondage"


  Her huge, melon sized breasts pushed the angora sweater
outward. The long softness of the sweater engulfed her big robust
buns. She was huge, tall and broad shouldered. The soft angora
touched his bare nude skin as she slid her massive weight on his
spread-eagled body. Her breasts hung down upon his face, trapping
his head between her soft, sweater covered boobies. As she lay
herself upon his whole body, crushing him in gentle fluffy
warmth, his mouth was duct taped shut. Muffled sounds echoed
through his nose.

  The angora rubbed his stiff, hard dick as she teased her big
cunt against his hot cock. The angora bedspread clung to his
every inch. It was all bunched up, rubbing his ass and tender
cheeks.

  Soon she would mummify him, wrapping him in the soft angora
quilt. Straps would be tightened to engulf him in hot, soft, warm
pickeyness. Then a special zipper bag would be pulled over this
and he would have to just lay there till she was ready to release
him.

  Perhaps a hood of angora lined with fur would be nice. Fur
torture also, she thought! But first she would crush his face,
squeeze him, between her massive thighs so his air was nil. She
took pleasure sitting so her whole ass buried his face and she
could kneed and jerk the wool over his privates. She loved the
feel of his nose up her ass, his warm tongue touching and sucking
for air. She kept on squeezing his head tightly, gleefully, and
playfully. Her power, her raw pungent scents filled the nostrils
of her captive.

  She took wide belts and began affixing his mummy bound body to
the bed, hooking the straps to the side bed rails so he was
trapped like a bug in a book.

  Turning about, she spread her pussy so that he had to lick her
creamy walls and seek that special spot that drover her wild with
his tongue. Her sex drive seemed endless, perhaps it was the
sheer enjoyment of having him helpless under her, knowing he
could not free himself.

  She came like a waterfall of wet gushing spurts of golden
cream. Screaming a moan of ecstacy, bobbing up and down on his
face and shifting wildly back and forth. His nose was so
sensitive on her clit.

  His reward was the hood that clamped his face in soft darkness
as he lay bound, all trussed up, in the picky, hot wool for the
entire night next to her. She snuggled next to him, holding and
crushing him. He was her 'teddy bear'. As she rubbed his
privates, the wool burnt softly now that she was gently stroking
him, trying to coax out the remainder of his cock cream.