Mysteries and surprises

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Annalisa was one of those women, maybe a bit old-fashioned, who always wear heels, even on the mountains, and who wear skirts of every type and fashion, with a light hint, under the soft fabric, that allowed a careful eye to catch a glimpse of a garter belt, hidden at the right height, arousing fantasies, even today, when feminine nudity is shown around like lettuce in a market.

I heard the metallic click of the hook on the chain as it was clipped to the leather collar, then a painful pressure tightened my neck: she was pushing my head down with the tip of her shoes. She pushed until my face was touching the floor.
-Good, little bastard, stay down, smell the dirt... you'll be licking it in a minute. – she laughed. Then she tugged me back up, and pulling at me by the neck, she forced me to follow her, still on all fours, to the bathroom. I was behind her ass: despite the embarrassment, I was excited by her hips moving. The bottom of her butt cheeks sneaked, at every step, out of the long, serious, skirt, with a long split along the side, which made you want to tear it, to enjoy the show beneath it. I was so close I could smell the warm perfume of her deodorant.
Annalisa tied me to the sink's column, and then made me sit down, "sit", she said, mocking me. She wasn't done with me yet.
She handcuffed me, ensuring I was comfortable, but most of all, that I was facing the right direction, the bathroom's door. I could see the bedroom, and at the same time, I was exposed enough so that anyone could see me: tied, on my knees, in the bathroom, humiliated in handcuffs.
My ex started walking around the room; observing the scene from several angles; she was placing sadistic tools in strategic points and, sometimes, checked up on me, as is she was judging me, which embarrassed me quite a bit.
Time was going by, it was clear she wasn't in a hurry, as I was starting to suffer for my uncomfortable position, constipated and blocked, in that small space.
When all the scene seemed set to her satisfaction, Annalisa, as I wasn't there, came to the bathroom, standing over the toilet. She slid her cotton skirt up, slowly revealing herself.
The show was intense and exciting: her legs were freed gradually, then the skirt revealed her thighs too. She was wearing a simple black, modern, garter belt, with no frills or laces, and some black knickers, so thin they formed a grey veil over her most intimate parts. I swallowed, unable to bear that wonderful sight. As my body temperature started exceeding the allowed, I noted that her pussy was completely shaved, which had never happened in seven years of marriage and fucking...
 
Annalisa was only pretending she didn't see me, I became certain when she turned around, to show me the magic that that small silk triangle could unleash: her knickers covered only half of her butt, toned and generous, halfway through her buttocks, the light lace became a G-string, and the thin thread disappeared inside, creating the explosive desire to follow that route, to go and taste her ass, still so high... and inviting.
It overcame me. I couldn't fake being indifferent, that vision was heavenly, and it brought back to mind all the games that that special ass had played. Annalisa enjoyed very much taking it from behind, which for my was true godsend, and I took advantage of it any time I could.
I remembered that the attraction between us had always been a lot, she liked the way I fucked her, she told me constantly. I remembered... as my cock grew inside my boxer shorts: it was a "mushroom", with a dark and menacing bell. Thanks to her welcoming anus, we had solved many practical problems... for instance, we had no need for condoms or other protections, I could control my ejaculation perfectly. I could simply control myself to the climax point, then, I came, completely, deep in her ass. I stayed there, tired, resting on her, with my cock drenched in our fluids; still hard and pulsing regularly, utterly independent from my own will. The same went for those days in which traditional fucking wasn't aloud; that was when her ass suffered my attacks even more than usual.
By now, I was horny I was starting to think why I gave up such a wonderful woman; my arousal was starting to drive me mad!
Still seeming indifferent, she slid down her knickers, and with no introduction, she started peeing in the toilet, with the typical fountain noise that, reminds the man, exactly the shape of a pussy: a welcoming, wide, warm, and delicious love nest, where desire would soon bring the dick, eager of pleasure.
A plot twist soon took me from grace, reminding me in what a weird and dangerous situation I was in. As the last pee drops flowed out of Annalisa's big labia, she took her cell phone, which was placed on a stool, and started a phone call.
A moment later, my poor penis, disappointed and baffled, deflated, disappearing in my groin, terrorized by the events that would soon follow.