Chapter Eight
Vivian Bender worked competently, for a few minutes, massaging Bill’s back and loosening the muscle tensions. Her ministrations felt good to him, her hands cool and efficient. Before he knew it, he was relaxed and drowsy. She had said very little while she worked.
Finally, her voice came to him through the relaxed drowsiness, “Beginning to feel relaxed, Bill?” Her voice had a throaty sexiness to it.
“MMmmnnn!” he agreed.
“Turn over on your back, now… I want to work on the front of you!”
Obediently, Bill turned over and was gratified that much of the soreness in his back seemed to be gone. He looked up at her, as she began to knead the muscles of his chest. The two top buttons of her white uniform were gaping open, and he could see down between the cleft of her perfectly formed breasts… almost to her navel. He hadn’t noticed the open buttons, before; she must have undone them herself, he decided. It couldn’t have been an accident. She’s sure got a beautiful pair of tits there… and I’d just love to get hold of them!… But, Christ… what good would it do… with that limp prick of mine… just hanging there between my legs!? The only thing it’s good for, right now, is pissing!
He closed his eyes, attempting to blot out the vision of loveliness, before him. He was in the position of a diabetic turned loose in a candy factory… or a eunuch in a harem. I can’t do a God damned thing about it!
Vivian saw his momentary gleam of interest as he had looked down her dress. At least, he hadn’t lost his window-shopping ogling of the merchandise, she decided. It was going to be fun to watch his reactions to their little experiment.
As she continued to massage him, he relaxed even more, trying to make his mind blank, the better to enjoy the feeling of euphoria induced in him by her sensuous manipulations. Then, he felt something cool draped across his chest. Without opening his eyes, he thought she must be getting ready for another phase of her treatment, but when he felt a similar sensation of something being draped across his ankles, he opened his eyes to determine, exactly what was going on down there.
Quickly, Vivian secured the restraining strap over his legs, then yanked down hard on the strap over his chest and arms. He was tied down to the table. He was unable to move.
“What the hell’s going on?” he growled.
Flashing a smile at him, Vivian told him, “Just capturing my audience… Very effective… isn’t it?”
“Look… I don’t know what your game is… but I don’t take to being tied up!”
“It’s all part of an experiment being carried out by the mad Doctor Bender… and I’m his beautiful assistant!” she kidded.
The strong leather straps held his arms, torso and legs, tightly. He tested his strength against them and found he was completely immobile.
“That’s not very funny!” he declared. “Now, tell me what in hell this’s all about!”
“Do you like ravishingly beautiful women. Bill?” she asked.
“Yes… but what’s that got to do with tying me up?”
“Maybe everything… Darling!” Her voice had that sexy quality in it that promised everything.
“Christ!” he exploded. “You’ve lost me!”
“Do you think you would like me…?”
She opened another button at the front of her white uniform, and she watched with satisfaction as his suddenly bulging eyes followed her action. Another button was opened… then, another, with excruciating slowness. “Well… would you…?”
“You know damned well I would!”
“… But, you couldn’t do anything about it… right?” she taunted. Yet another button was undone, and her dress was open to the waist. “Look, Bill… aren’t my titties luscious!” She pulled her dress open, teasingly, giving him a quick look at perfect, mounding hemispheres of the loveliest breasts he had ever seen.
“Damn… I don’t believe it!”
“They’re real, Bill… warm, vibrant and smooth…” she teased. “Would you like to see how my nipples get all hard and pointed… when I start feeling sexy?”
“You trying to be a cock-teaser?” he rasped out at her.
“Maybe… but I understand you can’t even get it up!”
“Christ… don’t make it any worse!”
“I could be doing you a favor… you know…” she said, as she slowly opened the front of her dress, again, her hands going under her smooth, white breasts to cup them up and massage them, gently, lasciviously, before his eyes, the alabaster flesh pliant in her hands, and he watched with fascination. Her cameo pink nipples began to elongate and swell, the areolas wrinkling up, prettily at the base of the berrylike buds; then, she used her fingers to roll them, tantalizing them to even greater erection. She went on, “You like that, Bill…? You can’t seem to take your eyes away… can you?”
“You little bitch! I’d like to get my hands on you!” he gritted.
“I’ll bet!” she countered. “… But what could you do for me?”
Vivian came close and leaned over him, allowing one of her alluring breasts to come down over his face, just out of reach of his hungering lips. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have that in your mouth… Bill?” Her voice was seductive and low.
Bill’s head came up, his mouth ovaled, attempting to capture the provocative nipple in his lips, but she pulled it back and away, not allowing him to touch it.
She turned her back to him and pulled the white, uniform dress over her head, slowly; she was completely nude under it, and little by little, her lithe loveliness was revealed to him, until she stood nakedly beautiful. He gasped, involuntarily; she was absolutely the most luscious piece of feminine pulchritude he had ever seen. Tossing her dress to the bed, she looked back over her shoulder at him. “Do you like me… this way… better?”
“God! You’re beautiful… Vivian!” he said, meaning it. Then, as she turned around to face him, his eyes devoured her. He saw creamy, white flesh, almost translucent, with the fine, bluish network of veins showing, slightly, beneath the glowing surface, proud, high, fullmounding breasts, their nipples spiking out, pinkly, the flat plane of her belly, the supple muscle ridges rippling just below the surface, the nipped in curves of her waist, swelling out to perfectly symmetrical hips that curved taperingly into long thighs, delicate knees, slim calves and tiny ankles. Everything about her was perfect… and his eyes couldn’t stay away from the center of his interest. They zeroed in and locked on the silky black hair covering the gentle mound at the triangle of her thighs.
“Do you really think so…?” she asked, turning in a graceful circle for him. “But how do I compare to your wife… Faye?”
“Faye…? She’s a damned lovely woman… too!”
“Do you love her?”
“That’s a stupid question!” he barked. “Of course I do!”
“Then, why haven’t you shown her?”
“Christ! I can’t! I haven’t been able to get a hard on! You know that!”
“Could you get one up for me… if you thought you could fuck me?” She ran her hands over her hips, provocatively, then let them run back into the center to cover her triangular mound, one hand running under and between her thighs to clasp herself, tightly. Bill could hardly believe his eyes and ears, when next he saw her undulate her hips, erotically, toward him and the clasping hand began to move with slow, mastabutory movements on her own pussy. Damn! She’ll drive me crazy with her wild sex show!
Bill almost felt like crying. It had been many years since he had felt that way, but her provocative taunting was getting to him… inside him, galling him like acid.
But, worse… as much as he would have liked to break the bonds that held him to the table, leap from it and mount this sexy, blackhaired, cock-teasing woman, ramming his hard cock home in her taunting cunt and fucking her until she begged for mercy… he couldn’t have done so. His cock still lay flaccid and useless between his legs. There hadn’t been even one tremor of an erotic sensation in it. It was dead!