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MILF Diaries 2: Kimberly, The Pool Boy & A Backdoor Pounding
(Traci Wilde)

We lay there like the for a while, his body on mine, our sweat mingling, my arms around him, his face on my chest. He kisses my breast, and I wiggle, laughing. Then I tell him to get up.

He rolls off of me, watches as I climb from the bed, pull a drawer open, withdraw the leather cuffs. I hold them up, letting them dangle from my hand.

"What are those?"

I swing them a bit. "You know damn well what they are," I say as I climb onto the bed. I grab his hand, wrap one wide leather cuff around his wrist. 

"What are you doing?" he says, pulling his hand away. 

"You told me you were different, you were willing to do whatever I wanted."

Furrows crossed his forehead, confusion on his face. "I thought we just did."

I reach down, give a playful slap to his leg. "We're just warming up. Now, are you a man, or do I need to look elsewhere?"

A look of hurt flashes across his face. I lean over, cup his head in my hand and press my forehead to his. "I think you're special, Tyler Randolph, very special, and I can take you places you've never imagined. But I'm tiring of this on-again-off-again thing. Either you're my man or you're not. Decide, now."

Of course, if he tells me no, if he isn't comfortable with the cuffs, with what I'm about to do to him, I'm not going to discard him. Lord no, that would kill me. I haven't had the chance to be the neighborhood MILF since we moved ??" that's been six months. I'm as eager as Tyler, I've just had more experience hiding that.

"Okay," he says, uncertainty in his voice.

I smile. "That's a good boy," I say, slipping the leather cuff around his wrist, buckling it good and snug. I do the same with the other cuff on his left wrist. Right now he's not bound ??" there's a little chain hanging from one cuff. 

I grab the chain, lead him across the bed until he's at the headboard. I pull his arms forward, wrap the chain around the headboard, then lock the other end of the chain to the other cuff. Now he's bound to the headboard, his hands up next to it, with very little slack in the chain. He's on his knees, and I crawl behind him, yank his feet back to that he falls to his stomach, his hands stretched up, bound to the headboard.

Then I reach into the drawer and pull out my strap-on.

"Wha...what's that?" he asks, his voice cracking.

I smile as I step into the harness, slowly pull it up my legs, buckling it closed. I reach down, adjusting it ??" there's a little nub on the back of the dildo portion of the strap-on that slips inside me and, if I do it just right, will send me in wild euphoric orgasm while I'm ramming my little toy inside him.

I crawl onto the bed.

"Kimberly?" he asks, his voice pleading.

"Shush," I say as I slap his ass.

He flinches, and I laugh.

"Kimberly, I...I'm not like that," he says.

"Like what?" I ask, struggling to keep my voice even. This is the point, when I'm about to take them, that I find myself oh-so-aroused. I mean, I could almost climax with the slightest little touch. Hell, I could nearly climax now without any stimulation, just watching him, flipping his head to the left, then the right, trying to see what I'm doing, his muscles flexing with each panicked movement.

"I mean, I'm not gay," he says.

It's always the same, these young men think having something put up their ass is only for gay men. Gently I run my fingers up and down his ass. "Oh, I know, my pet," I say. "This has nothing to do with being gay." 

I rub lube up and down the dildo, making sure it's coated, then I press the tip to his tiny little hole. His ass muscles tighten and I giggle. God help me, I giggle like a teenager at the sight. I can never help myself. They always tighten their asses, as if that can keep me out, and I can't help but laugh.

I lean down, my weight on him.

"Tyler, honey, I want you to understand something. I'm not going to do anything you don't want. If you want me to stop, just say so and I'll let you go."

"Oh God, good," he says, about to ask me to let him go.

I grab his ass cheeks and spread them apart. "But if you tell me to stop, it's over between us. You'll never see me, never touch me again."

A whimper slips from his mouth ??" an honest-to-god whimper ??" but he says nothing...