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All Tied Up

By: PamelaJoy



Pushing you back on the bed... I'm kissing your sweet mouth... running my long nails up and down your chest... I pull your hands up the headboard and tie them securely with a slip knot... silk ropes so they are comfortable... stepping up onto the bed, I stand above you... tight skirt... thigh high stocking that I know you love... and heels... no panties... I straddle your head swaying my hips, bending my knees as I lower my pussy down towards you. 

You can see my glistening pussy... mmmmm sooo wet and hot for you honey. I step off the bed and move to your feet... caressing and massaging them... each in turn... then kissing and licking my way up the inside of your left leg... inside you thigh... my silky hair caressing your skin as I move... I reach your balls and I lick them... taking one in my mouth and sucking it softly... twirling my tongue around and around it... then move to the next one... treating it with the same loving care... then move up... kissing your pelvic bone... then up to your hips... my hair caressing your throbbing cock... but I'm not gonna touch it... yet... 

I move up your sweet body to your nipples... licking one then blowing on it till it gets hard for me... taking it between my teeth I bite it softly and flick my hot slick tongue against it... then move to the other and do the same... I straddle your stomach and you can feel the heat and wetness of my hot cunt against your skin... I lean forward and kiss your mouth... soooo sweet... sooo tender... sucking your tongue into my mouth... mmmmmm you feel soooo good against my pussy... I move my hips forward and back rubbing myself on your stomach... I move a bit further and put my nipples right in front of your mouth... my full breast hanging in your face and tell you lick them... don't suck them... just lick them... get my nipples good and hard... I am moaning as I feel your tongue against my sensitive nipples... I push my breasts together the nipples are touching... suck them now baby... both at the same time... as you take them in your mouth and begin sucking my pussy become hotter and wetter as I rub against you... can you feel how hot and wet my cunt is for you baby... your mouth is soooo good... 

I want to feel it on my pussy... I move again and straddle your mouth... I reach down and pull open the thick swollen pussy lips so that I can watch you tongue my clit... I lower my pussy down on your mouth... oohhh gawddd... you tongue is like fire against my wet pussy... sooooo nice... I move my hips and push my pussy against your face... oh gawd... that is soooo good... I can feel your tongue flittering against my clit... I am just gushing juices all down your face... mmmmmm oohhh yesss baby... suck it... make me cum for you... I know you want my cum in your mouth... c'mon baby... taste me... I reach up and cup my tits and pinch my nipples hard... the feeling of your hot tongue slipping deep inside and then flicking over my clit is more than I can stand... my body starts to shake and I am moaning and then screaming... OH GAWD I'M CUMMINGGGG OH BABY SUCK MEEEEEE... 

I gush my cum all over your mouth... my pussy convulsing around your tongue... ohhh yesss. my whole body racked with spasms... cumming soooo goood... mmmmmmmmmmm every time you touch my sensitive clit my whole body twitches... I move again and lay down next to you... kissing your mouth and sucking your tongue into my mouth... tasting my cum on your face... licking your chin and cheeks and then kissing you deep again... ohhh baby... that was sooo wonderful... now I am going to please you... I look down and see your cock throbbing... precum oozing from the top... mmmm looks delicious... let me taste it... mmmmmm... 

I kneel between your legs and lean forward and lick the tip of your cock... mmmmm your precum is sooo sweet... tastes so good... slipping the head into my mouth I twirl my tongue around and around the tip... sucking softly... then slip down a bit more... moving slowly up and down on the head... sooo silky... sooo sweet... I move my mouth down till it hits the back of my throat... I push a bit more and the head slips into my throat and every sweet inch of your throbbing cock is in my mouth... fuck my mouth... raise your hips and slide it in and out... mmmmm I can feel your cock throbbing in my throat... going up and down... sooo smooth... damn that feels sooo good... I begin moving a bit faster and I can feel the head of your cock begin to swell... I know your gonna cum soon... as much as I would love to swallow your cum... I want your cum in my pussy... I lift my mouth from your cock and move to straddle your hips... holding your thick cock in my hand... I guide the head inside... aaahhh soooo tight... sooo hot... I slip down on the head and stop... squeezing... milking the head of your cock with my tight cunt... I pull it out again... rubbing the silky head against my clit... looking into your beautiful eyes... tell me what you want baby... "fuck me you bitch"... you scream at me... 

"fuck me good... fuck me hard"... a wicked smile crosses my lips... I slide your cock back inside... lowering myself down a bit more and I stop and squeeze hard on your cock with my pussy... slipping up and down only on the first few inches... I pull your cock out again... you moan loudly... "you teasing cunt"... "fuck me"... I slowly rub it on my throbbing hard clit... mmmmmm baby you feel soooo good inside me... you want every inch buried in me???... I slide it back inside and slide soooooo slowly... all the way down... till I am filled with your cock... all the way down and I grind my ass down on you milking your cock... soooo sweet... 

I lean forward and kiss you deep... your hard cock buried deep in me... my tongue slide into your mouth... I reach up and untie the slip knot... I look down into your face and smile... I am yours honey... do with me anything you will... make me cum on your cock... fuck me hard... and make me cum for you. then fill me full of your sweet cum... You quickly roll me over onto my back and push my hands above my head... wrapping the rope round and around my wrists... looping it through the headboard... your cock buried in my tight cunt... my hands helpless... you get up on your knees... and push my legs all the way back... placing them over your shoulder... reach down and rub my nipples... your cock lodged inside my tight pussy... I'm trying to grind my pussy on you and you wont let me... "you enjoyed teasing me didn't you?

now its my turn"... mmmmmm baby... now I am the one begging... please fuck me... fuck me please you slide your cock out of my cunt and slide two fingers inside... reaching as far in as you can go... then pull them out all shiny with my cum... you push them against my lips... "suck them for me, taste your cum"... then you slip them back down to my pussy... sliding them in and out. then slipping them over my asshole... I moan loudly... squirming around on the bed... trying to press my ass against you fingers... "FUCK ME"... oohhh please baby... fuck me... you slide your cock back into my pussy... ohhh yessss... so good honey... so good... you begin sliding your cock deep... slowly... then you pull it out and rub the head over my sweet asshole... you slowly push the head inside... my body shaking... I am screaming... 

you slide your hand down to my dripping pussy and push two fingers into my cunt as you rub my clit with your thumb... you push your cock deeper and deeper... start plunging your fingers in and out or my pussy... you feel my pussy gripping your fingers and suddenly I explode... cumming so hard all over your fingers dripping down over my ass... lubricating your cock even more... CUMMINGGGGGG... 

FUCK MEEEE!! oohhh gawd baby... raising my hips up to meet your thrusts... pushing you all the way inside... cum for me baby... cum for your hot little bitch... you can feel you finger rubbing against your cock... fill me up... you let out a long low moan and are pounding my ass and my pussy hard... then I feel your cock expand even larger and then hot cum spread through my ass... it sets off another orgasm and I continue to cum... my body jerking and my cunt convulsing... YYYESSSSSSSSSS!! oohhh gawd BABY YESSS!!

All Tied Up



I was sitting on the bed, chatting with my friends, when you suddenly got up from the computer and crossed the room. You sat behind me on the bed, wrapping your arms around my stomach, and started to nuzzle my neck. 

"Whatcha doing?" you asked.

"Just chatting," I answered then moaned softly as your kisses and hands resting on my stomach distracted me from what I'd been typing. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed you being so close and touching me. I leaned back against you.

"I want you," you whispered in my ear as one hand moved down to rest between my legs. I moaned again.

"I want you too," I said, turning my head to kiss you. "Just let me say good-bye."

"Okay darling," you replied. You moved your hand between my legs so that it was pressed tightly against my pussy. I could feel my body starting to react already. I quickly typed my good-byes and closed the various programs that I'd been running then turned off the laptop.

I moved the laptop to the floor, moving away from your touch for a moment. I sighed as I returned to where I'd been and your hands moved back into place. You pressed your fingers against the fabric of my pants and started rubbing, burrowing between the lips seeking my clit.

"I think you're a bit overdressed baby," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear. "Why don't you get undressed."

"But that means you'll stop the wonderful thing you're doing!" I protested.

"I promise there will be many more wonderful things if you get undressed."

I moaned at the thought of more wonderful things and slipped out of your arms. I stood up and quickly discarded my clothes. I left them in a pile on the floor then turned around to find that you were holding several ties in your hands.

"What are those for?" I asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear it.

"I thought we'd try something different this time. Do you mind?" you asked.

"No, not at all. I just wasn't ... well ... expecting this."

You laughed then pulled me onto the bed gently and kissed me softly. I returned your kiss, sighing against your lips as you guide me to the middle of the bed.

You covered my face with kisses as you slowly moved my hands over my head and into place. I watched your face as you tied my hands to the corners of the bed.

You smiled then kissed me softly one more time before moving down my body, kissing and licking my neck then my breasts to my stomach. You kissed my pussy but don't linger there. 

I moaned deeply. You smiled again but continued to move lower down my leg to my feet. You caressed my leg and foot before gently tying each one to a corner of the bed.

You watched me for a few minutes, causing me to blush, before you undressed and laid down next to me on the bed. You kissed me gently as your hand caressed my stomach then moving up to find my breasts. I moaned softly. "Oh baby, that feels really good."

"Good," you answered. "If it stops feeling good or you need me to release you from the ties, tell me right away. Okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

"I love you honey," you said as you smiled big.

"I love you too," I returned.

You kissed me deeply as your hand drifted down my body towards my legs. You rested your hand on my thigh, just barely touching my pussy. I whimpered softly and tried to move my hips so your hand got bumped onto my pussy.

"Lay still or I won't be able to continue," you warned. I immediately stopped what I was doing and fought to lay still against the bed.

You teased me for several seconds, testing my resolve to not move, then your fingers slipped between my lips. I moaned as soon as a finger brushed across my clit. You rubbed my clit slowly then faster before pausing to dip your fingers into my very wet pussy.

I laid as still as I could as I watched you gently finger fuck me. I moaned more as your fingers began to move faster and deeper. You smiled deviously as you slipped your fingers out of me then used my juices to draw a maze on my stomach and thighs.

You kissed my lips once more then slowly kissed your way down my neck and between my breasts to the top of my stomach. You slowly made your way through the wet maze with your tongue, moving back and forth across my stomach to my thigh then back across my stomach to my other thigh.

I held my breath as you stopped at the end of the maze, just on the edge of my pussy. You waited for what seemed like forever but was only seconds in reality then quickly dove between my lips to lick my clit hard and fast. I gasped loudly and lifted my hips off the bed.

You moved your arm so that it rested against my stomach and you held me against the bed then went back to licking and sucking on my clit. I moaned and whimpered softly. It felt so amazing. You paused for several seconds, just watching my face, then returned to licking my clit with renewed gusto.

I couldn't believe how good it felt being tied down as you went down on me. I closed my eyes as you brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I focused on what you were doing, not letting myself think about anything else. I gasped as I started to cum suddenly.

You eagerly licked up my juices and continued to lick and suck on my clit as I came. I whimpered, "Oh god, oh god."

You smiled up at me as you wiped off your chin. You watched my face again as one finger gently slipped inside my pussy that was still twitching from my orgasm. You slowly moved the finger in and out, gently massaging the muscles.

I sighed softly. It felt so good. I laid back against the bed and just enjoyed the sensations. You added a second finger then a third. I moaned as you explored my pussy with your fingers. You pressed them in as far as you could, rubbing whatever you could reach.

I gasped when you found my g-spot and you focused on that for several seconds, bringing me close to the edge then backing off. You started to slowly finger fuck me, moving your fingers in and out of my very wet pussy.

I whimpered as you licked around your fingers to clean up some of the juices that were overflowing from my pussy. I closed my eyes again as my body reacted to your mouth and fingers. I cried out as I started to cum again, my muscles trying to milk your fingers.

You slide your fingers out of me and lick two of the fingers clean then offer me the last one. I eagerly started to lick it clean then, with a devious look, sucked the finger into my mouth. 

I took all of it in my mouth and sucked on it, letting it almost slide out completely before sucking it back into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it as I sucked on it, smiling at your reaction.

"Naughty Nan," you lightly scolded when I was finished sucking on your finger. You laid next to me, kissing and caressing me as you gave my pussy a chance to recover from the two orgasms it'd already had. I returned the kisses.

You whispered into my ear, "I need to have you." 

"I'm all yours," I answered.

You smiled then kissed me again as you moved into place. You rubbed your cock in the copious juices, managing to rub your cock over my clit several times. I moaned my appreciation.

We looked into each other's eyes as you positioned your cock at the entrance to my pussy and ever so slowly slipped your cock inside me. I whimpered as your long, thick cock filled me. I loved the feeling of your cock inside me.

You slowly moved in and out, sometimes going nearly as deep as you could and others just letting the tip inside me. You altered the angle you entered me in as you kissed me over and over again.

I returned the kisses, lifting my hips to meet your thrusts. I tried to keep up with the pace changes as you would fuck me slow then suddenly hard and fast then slow and deep again. I moaned my pleasure, whispering against your lips how good you feel.

You suddenly started fucking me hard and fast. I closed my eyes as you get closer and closer to your own orgasm and my need to cum quickly builds again. You reached under me and lifted my ass up to give you a better angle to get even deeper inside me.

I gasped as you bit my lip as you were sucking on it and I started to cum. My pussy tightened around your cock and milked it. You tried to resist but it was too much and you started to cum, with your face buried against my shoulder. 

You rested against me for a moment, still buried deep inside me then untied my hands. I kissed you deeply as I ran my fingers through your hair. "That was incredible baby," I whispered.

"Good, it was my pleasure."

We laid like that for a few more minutes then you slipped out of me with a groan. You moved down to the end of the bed and untied my ankles. You laid next to me and pulled me close. "I love you."

"I love you too." 



All Tied Up



We had just gone for a walk. That's all. I had no idea that the afternoon was going to get sexy although by now I should have known the signs and my own inclinations. He had brought a couple of bottles of wine and his inevitable back pack. He never goes anywhere without it, as it contains all the items he likes to use on me, but it didn't ring any alarm bells because, as I said, he always has it with him. It might contain nothing more than a picnic, and perhaps some extra bottles of wine, but I never knew exactly what he had in that bag.

We found a nice little glade almost hidden in the undergrowth, just a small area of grass surrounded by bushes, and a few more mature trees. The leaves of the silver birches had started to turn that lovely golden colour of autumn, the bark shining in the late sunshine, making the trunks look like columns of fire. He spread a blanket on the ground and opened a bottle. It was a strong dry white, my favourite, and too often my downfall because it usually only takes a glass or two to lower my inhibitions. Three or four, and I'm a slave to his wishes!

As it was still quite warm I was dressed in a pair of white shorts, very short shorts, cut high on the leg to expose more flesh than was seemly, and only just covering my vital bits, the back so tight it parted my cheeks and pushed them apart to show off my cute bum to its very best, the waist band only just covering the Brazilian I had carefully shaved just for him – hipsters perhaps but more like very low rise, so low the zip was only an inch or so long.

My top was almost see-through silk, again just for him, to excite and inflame his sexual desire for me. It was held together by a knot in front, just below my bust, revealing my bare belly and that bunny girl, belly button ring he had persuaded me to have done last year. I felt and looked very exposed, again just for him. He loves me to look sexy, well more than sexy. He wants me to look like a hooker, and I give in to his desire because it makes him want to have me so badly and when he does, guess what, I give in to that desire too.

The only other items of clothing were my boots, the most impractical things to wear in the forest, but just right to get him going: knee high, four inch stiletto heels, white to match my top and shorts. All pure and virginal you might think, but that was the last thing on my mind, because there was nothing pure about my thoughts. I wanted him so much and he knew it, but he was going to make me want him a lot more before he allowed me any satisfaction. He was going to tease me until I begged him for it, as he knew so well I would.

That is how we like to do it. I am quite submissive, while he is domineering to the point of being almost sadistic. He will often make me beg to suck his cock, then beg to take his cum down my throat, beg to be fucked, beg to be made to cum and in fact beg to be his slave. Now don't go feeling sorry for me because it all drives me wild. He gives me such incredible climaxes and so many, that every little plea is worth it, every word of submission is like a prayer for more – and he makes sure that my prayers are always answered!

So there we were. I was sitting with my legs tucked under me in a pose of butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth modesty, or at least as modest as a girl can be, dressed as I was. My titties were standing proud against the tight silk of my shirt, my nipples dimpling the sheer material. It was quite warm in our sheltered glade and I was perspiring slightly, partly from the heat, but more in anticipation as he refilled my glass. The gloss of perspiration on my boobs made the silk transparent, sticking to my skin like a thin sheet of gossamer.

As I was drinking my third glass of wine he looked over at me.  'Why don't you kneel on the blanket so I can see you better?' he said.

Without a murmur I shifted onto my knees.

'Put your hands behind your back.' 

His voice, though quiet, was commanding and I did as I was told. 

From his bag he drew a white silk scarf. Now he was grinning wickedly. Holding the scarf in his two big fists, he covered my eyes and knotted it at the back tightly. I could see nothing. 

'I've a present for you,' he whispered. I know the surprises he likes to give me and my heart fluttered with expectation. I heard him delve into the bag and the clanking of metal. Then he reached behind me and drew my forearms together against my butt. I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs close tightly on my wrists and let out a long sigh of surrender. Already little eddies of desire were radiating from my pussy and I was hungry for his cock. He pulled down my hands and hooked the chain under the heels of my boots. I was trapped with my arms hard against my back and my body arched backwards, pushing out my swollen titties. 

He pulled on the chain, checking that it was secure. It was and I could hardly move my arms at all. Then his hands were on my breasts, slowly moulding and massaging them, stroking my peeping nipples through the silk, making me squirm with longing and bringing moans of delight from my lips, as his fingers nipped the tips. I thrust out my breasts, trying to rub myself against him, wanting to feel the hardness of his sex pressing against my stomach.

'Don't make me wait. Please don't make me wait,' I begged blindly, imagining his cock big and stiff inside his pants.

'Not yet,' he murmured, pulling away from me and relishing his power over me.

'You'll do anything for me, won't you?' he asked forthrightly.

'Yes,' I said. Anything, I thought, if you'll just fuck me, my darling.

'You remember what we talked about last night?' I could feel the warmth of his breath against my neck.

'Yes,' I said again, though now more uncertainly.

His hands returned to my breasts, squeezing them lovingly, tantalisingly. 

'You remember how excited you got when I told you to imagine that I was a stranger taking you against your will?' 

I should say here that my husband is the only man I have ever slept with. I was his virgin bride. Well, perhaps we didn't wait until the altar but ours was an exclusive relationship because, to be really honest, he is the only man I've met that I have ever wanted. But sometimes he talks about sharing me with other men and the appalling truth is that nothing turns me on as much. The night before, he had tethered me to the bed, my legs splayed over his shoulders, and he had fucked me relentlessly; and as I struggled against my binding, as I took him deep inside me and pretended that he was some anonymous lover who had seized me and was using my body as his fuck toy, he told me all the things that this mythical man would do to a cock-hungry whore like me, and I came so hard that I barely knew who I was with, only that I had never orgasmed so deeply and satisfyingly. As he pounded me through my climax and on to another, I knew that I just couldn't help it: I love to fantasise about having sex with strangers. In my dreams I don't even want to know their names but just to feel an unknown, uncaring cock invading my body and taking me to unrealised heights.

But that was just our fantasy, wasn't it? He would never really do that to me, would he?

I heard him stand up. Again he was rummaging in his bag. Then there was a whirring noise and I realised that he had turned on his camcorder. He seemed to be videoing me from every angle for his collection. He must have hundreds of films of me but never tires of taking more in different states of dress and undress, different poses and then, of course, there are the films of the two of us making love here, there and everywhere. 

I sensed him next to me again. He leant over me and pecked me on the forehead.

'I'm going to leave you now. Who knows, maybe today will be the day that you fulfil your fantasy. Bye!'

I heard his footsteps receding into the distance. Now I was utterly alone and defenceless. Soon he'll be back, I told myself, and then he'll ram his gorgeous cock into my mouth and fuck me to exhaustion. He would, wouldn't he? Blindfolded, bound and helpless, I waited and, as I waited, I began to remember all the things he had said that a stranger would do to me, his cock-hungry whore. And the more I remembered, the more I realised how much my plight was turning him on; and that began to arouse my poor, needy pussy. 

Who knows how long passed? With every whisper of a falling leaf or rustle of a scurrying squirrel, my mind jumped to attention and began to imagine what might befall me.

Was I frightened in this precarious situation? Yes, of course I was, but there was a much stronger sensation coursing through my veins – the thrill and fear of being forced to have sex with another man and discovering how a strange cock would feel stretching my pussy where only my husband's cock had been before. These were the mixed emotions that scampered through my consciousness. 

After a while I heard two unfamiliar voices not far away. They were definitely men's voices. Perhaps they were innocent walkers and they wouldn't see me. Or had he really arranged for his (my?) fantasy to come true? Surely he wouldn't do that. As I pondered my plight, I could feel my fear battling against my sexual curiosity. Did I want them to notice me? At one moment fear and shame would gain the upper hand and I would duck my head, as best I could, in order to hide from their prying eyes. Then the next I would remember the yearning hunger I had felt the night before and imagine my husband's pleasure as he watched me from the bushes yielding my pussy to another man's pleasure, and I could feel my cunt moistening at the prospect of its surrender. And so, I decided to let chance determine my fate and, head held high, bosom pushed out in defiance, I waited to see what would happen.

The sound of talking approached until it was so close that my heart was pounding, my breath was held in abject fear. Please pass me by, I prayed, thinking better of my former foolhardiness. I don't need strangers to make me cum when I have a wonderful husband to do that. 

And then the words I dreaded!

'Bloody hell! Look! There!'

His colleague laughed, 'God, what a gift.'

So my husband had delivered me to these fellows. I had no idea who they were as I knelt before them – a human sacrifice to their desires. White boots, white pants and white shirt, cuffed and blindfolded, my breasts voluptuously straining against their confines and my pussy smooth, moist and tight.

I heard them stroll over to me. I could feel their presence fill the glade and smell the testosterone emitted from their pores. 

'Look at her,' said one. 'All tied up and waiting – and she can't even see who we are. It must be Christmas!'

The other chuckled. 'Shall we screw her straight away or have some fun with her first, what do you fancy?'

If this is my husband's doing, I thought, then he must have approved of them. He must have decided that they would fulfil my needs – and his, of course. Again the flickering flames of desire began to be roused in the very core of my being.

'Please don't hurt me,' I pleaded. 'Do what you want but don't hurt me.'

Now they were both laughing.

The first one said, 'Keep watch in case someone else comes. I saw her first, so I have the first fun.

'I want my turn too,' complained the other.

'Don't worry. Look at her. She's begging for it. There's more than enough for both of us.'

I wonder if they're handsome, I thought to myself. I wonder if I'd fancy them if I could see their faces. They had those terse, I-couldn't-give-a-fuck voices that really get me going but also scare me to death.

I heard one walk away but I could feel his eyes on me and wondered where my hubby was, from which vantage point he was filming this. For a while the first man just stood there enjoying (so I supposed) this vision before him. Then I shrieked as a hand reached out and pulled my top undone, spilling my bountiful titties to his unhindered view. He laughed and said, 'Nice pair!'

I heard the unbuckling of a belt and the zip of his pants.

'Do you like the taste of cock?' he asked.

I stayed silent and he slapped his hard, wet cock across my cheek. 

'Do you like the taste of cock?' he repeated.

'Yes,' I said. 'Yes.'

'You love it, don't you?'

I nodded.

'Then ask nicely for some.'

God, I had never tasted another man's cock before. My pussy was swimming with dread and arousal.

'Please, sir, can I taste your cock?' I murmured.

'Louder!' he ordered.

I spoke up. 'Please, sir, can I taste your big, wet cock?'

I heard his friend laughing from across the glade.

'Of course you can. Suck on this, bitch.' Grabbing the back of my head, his fingers entwined in my hair, he pulled me onto his cock and rammed it down my throat. Oh, it was huge! He held it so long that I gagged with the size of it stuck in my gullet. My choking merely amused him.

'You'll choke a lot more than that, you slut. I'm going to shoot it down your throat.' He started using my head as a wanking device, pulling me forward and back as he thrust his cock into me.

'That's it. All the way, all the way!' 

He was pushing so hard it actually hurt my nose, as his pelvic bone mashed against it on every stroke. His cock was so far down my throat I could only breathe on his outward moves. He was beginning to moan more and more loudly as he neared his climax.

'Go for it, bitch!' he roared. 

In and out of my mouth his enormous rod slid with growing urgency.

'You know you want my spunk down your throat. Suck, you little whore, suck harder now,' as he pushed so hard it really hurt me.

His legs seemed to tense against my shoulders and he shot his cum down my throat. My mouth was full of hot sticky cum. He pulled out his dick and I was gasping for breath and dribbling his spunk down my chin.

'Let's see,' he said eagerly.

I opened my mouth and showed him my snowy white tongue.

'Now swallow like a good girl – and perhaps you won't have to suck off Fred.'

I did as he asked and felt his slippery cum sliding down my throat. Mmm, he tasted so different from my husband, but not unpleasant. I opened my mouth again to prove that I had obeyed him. I licked my lips and chin and savoured his salty juice.

'Aw, sorry,' he said, pulling my mouth back onto his cock to take the last bead of cum squeezed from it. 'It wouldn't be fair if Fred didn't have his turn.'

I grimaced at the prospect of having his friend too.

'Now, don't be like that,' he mocked me. 'You do realise what a lucky whore you are to have two such fine men, don't you?' His hand tugged at my hair.

'Yes, sir,' I answered bitterly. The taste of his cock and cum had only served to arouse me more. I half-hoped, half-feared that Fred would fuck me to a climax.

Calling his mate, he said, 'She's yours now, Fred, but I want some pussy later, so don't use her all up.'

Fred strolled over and pulled my shirt off my shoulders to see my breasts better.

'Beautiful tits,' he said admiringly as he weighed them in his sweaty palms. 'I'm going to have some fun with them.'

He pushed me back and I toppled over. Now I was lying half on my side, half on my back, my shackled wrists beneath me, digging into my butt. He unhooked the chain so that I was able at least to stretch out my legs on the blanket.

'Fuck, you've got gorgeous legs. Gorgeous pussy too, I bet.'

'Thank you, sir,' I muttered. My mouth still tasted of his colleague's cum.

I heard something being unsheathed and supposed correctly that it was a hunting knife. I felt the flat face of the cold steel press against my thigh. Slowly Fred slid it up my leg. Oh my God! What was he going to do to me? Terrified, I could feel sweat washing my lips. Was he going to cut me? He poked the point under my shorts and with a quick slash he cut the material from my body on each side. Laughingly he pulled the tattered cotton away, exposing the most intimate part of my body to his will.

He lay down beside me and ran the knife between my legs.

'Mmm. What a pretty pussy, just as I thought,' he whispered into my ear. 'I adore a pretty pussy.'

He rubbed the face of the knife against my cunt and I spread my legs wide so that he wouldn't cut me. 

'Look how wet you are,' he said, chuckling. 'Better still, taste it.' He offered the face of the blade to my mouth and I carefully licked my own juices off the steel. How could I be so hungry for this heartless bastard? But I was. Oh, I was desperate to have him.

'Please, sir ....' I started cringingly.

'Yes?'

'Please fuck me.'

'Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright.' He paused. 'When I'm ready.'

His cock neared my wet pussy. Despite the fear I was dripping with girly juices. But he moved past my pussy and brought his cock up towards my face. Oh Jesus, another mouthful of stranger's cum, I thought.

However, he stopped as his cock nestled between my tits. He took them in his hands, wrapping them around his warm, pulsing shaft. With his knees trapping my body, he fucked my tits. His big, hairy balls brushed my rib cage, the tip of his cock touching my chin as he drove it between my titties. As he moved against me, hid body pulled at my naked flesh, making my pussy tingle with desire and some fear.

As we worked against each other, I thought again of my hubby, watching me proudly as I entertained his accomplices. Oh, he would be so pleased with me and that realisation made my exquisite ordeal worthwhile.

Now I was certain that eventually I was going to find out what it was like to be fucked by men who had no thoughts for me other than my cunt, pleasure the only thing on their minds, my body just a means to their end,. Meanwhile we were both panting helplessly as Fred drove his cock along the valley between my titties, making them sore from the friction.

With a final, bestial grunt he spurted gallons of his stuff over my face and neck. As he did so, his hands held my tits tightly round his cock, still driving it up like a jack hammer. His cum streaked my cheeks and lips. Because my hands were still cuffed behind me, I had to lick it away from my lips to be able to breathe. My nose was full of it as well. Only the night before, at my husband's bidding, I had dreamed of a strange man shooting his spunk over my naked body, but the actuality was a hundred times more frightening and a thousand times more thrilling.

As Fred lay, recovering his breath, I wondered how far my husband would let these strange men go. Would he really let them have their way or was this just a prelude to his own fucking of me. Oh, if it was, I would cum so hard for my darling. Would he just stay away until they tired of me and then come to pick up what was left, or would he come to my rescue? Even if he did, if they wanted me, what could he do against two strong men armed with a hunting knife? The times I had fantasised about being taken by strangers, the countless times we had discussed this very scenario, and now here I was – a plaything to be used as they pleased.

Fred climbed off me and called to his mate, 'Are you ready for some more or shall I give it to her first?'

'No, you can wait your turn,' he replied, walking back across my little glade to stand over me.

He must have relished the sight. Still trussed and blind, my naked body was splattered with cum, my clothes lying in tatters about me. 

Dropping his trousers again, he said, 'You look about ready for it, don't you, my little beauty?' He prised my legs apart and lay between them. I felt his cock, already restored to its former enormity, hard against my belly.

'I'm going to fuck you senseless.'

'Oh God, sir. Please .... please ....' What was I trying to say: please don't fuck me or please do fuck me. Even I didn't know. 

He felt so sexy against my skin but so threatening too, I didn't know whether I wanted him to take me or leave me. My heart was in palpitations, my breath coming in short gasps. This was to be the moment I found out what another man's cock felt like. Would it be better than my husband or would it disgust me? 




All Tied Up



He planted his hands either side of my head, his torso pressed heavily upon my own. I noticed every little thing about him: his smell, the sound of his breath, the taste of his lips as they brushed against my own. He had no concern for me at all. He adjusted himself to line up properly and then pushed forward with his hips, sinking the whole of his considerable length into me.

Oh, my God! I shouldn't be loving this, should I? It's not what a married woman should do, but his cock was filling my tight, wet pussy so well and so bloody sensuously as he powered it into me stroke after stroke. His well-honed body slapped against mine as he drove it into me, bringing me nearer with ever thrust to the inevitable climax I knew he would give me. Momentarily I had another pang of guilt as I thought about my hubby somewhere in the woods – but then, this is what he wanted, wasn't it? 

The big strong man between my thighs soon took any feeling of guilt away as he rammed into me harder, making me cry out as my orgasm hit me and sent me over the edge in such a fantastic way. It wasn't like a normal climax. This was so intense, so strong that my head swam as wave after orgasmic wave drowned me in its luscious depths. By now I didn't know or care who I was with as he brought me to yet another climax. Over the top, time after time he sent me to the most dizzying heights imaginable, but his cry of satisfaction brought me back to the reality of the situation. He was about to fill me with his spunk. Though I knew I couldn't get pregnant, that didn't diminish the thrill of feeling a stranger's cum inside me. I almost wished he could make me have his baby just to prove I had done it with another man. 

'Yeah .... yeah ....' I groaned. 

He thrust into me with renewed fervour.

'Shoot it up me!' 

I cried out so loudly that anyone within half a mile could have heard me. It must have taken him over the top, because hardly had the words left my mouth than he plunged extra deep into me and emitted that strangulated noise you men make when you cum, a sort of primeval growl of dominance, as he flooded me with his spunk. It felt so hot that it seared my insides and he pumped me so full that his creamy flow oozed out around his big cock, still deeply embedded inside my cunt.

He eventually got off me and laid beside me his cock flagging at last he was satisfied. His mate, however, was not. He stood at my feet. I could hear him wanking himself slowly, admiring his own stiffness. All he wanted in the world was for his mate to get off me and allow him his turn at fucking this captive girl they had found handcuffed and waiting in the woods.

Grinningly, he said, 'It's my turn now. Get on your knees. I want you from behind.' I felt a stab of real fear. Please God, don't let him fuck my ass. I hate that, it hurts so much more that it thrills. And it's not meant for fucking. Since my pussy was specially designed for that, why not use it for what it was intended for? He grabbed me and helped me into a kneeling position, my hands still securely fastened behind my back. I was so helpless he could do whatever he wanted with me, but at least he wanted to fuck my cunt rather than my ass. So it was almost with relief that I felt his cock deep within me. Kneeling, I was not being able to support myself on my hands. I was bent double, my head on the ground giving him the best access to my pussy exposed between my thighs. Little did he know that this is my favourite position for lovemaking. Except, of course, this was not lovemaking, this was bestial fucking, sex at its crudest, rawest and most intense. My face buried in the blanket and my cute little ass presented for his pleasure, I adored every stroke of his cunt-thirsty cock as it filled and re-filled my cunt, still dripping with another man's cum.

His strong hands took hold of my hips bones and used them as handles to pull me back onto his dick. As he thrust forward, he drew me back, driving his whole length into me, his balls banging against my clitty, naked, aroused and begging for attention. All of my fear and shame had disappeared. I threw myself into our sex session as if I was a hooker just doing for the money but really I was doing it just for the thrill, for the experience, for the knowledge of what it felt like to have a strange cock filling my wet cunt, fulfilling my dream of so many years. In fact, one of my earliest sexual dreams was to be raped. It was frightening at the time and I thought there must something wrong with me, but the reality was hundreds of times better than the dream, confirming my early ideas of how sexy it would be to get used by some stranger and not be able to defend myself. Somehow I felt so sexually liberated even though I was handcuffed and being used by strangers who could do whatever they wanted to me.

But liberty was not something even these big, strong men could give me because only my husband could release me from the confining grip of my handcuffs, and he was nowhere to be seen. By now Fred was giving it to me so hard he couldn't last much longer. I would have loved him to keep this up for hours, or until I could take no more, but he was grunting in his excitement. Perhaps it's a bigger thrill for a man to fuck a captive stranger than it is to make love to his wife or girlfriend, especially if he finds her bound and almost naked in the woods, obviously very turned on and begging for it, then taking her for yourself not having to worry about recriminations if you didn't make her cum or give her a good time, just enjoy yourselves and walk away. Is that the equivalent of my dream of being taken by a stranger?

He rammed it up me harder and harder. He was obviously getting close but I had already cum several times. In fact it was almost a continuous orgasm now, just peaking every now and then. He cried out again, that strangled cry of male climax, he pulled my hips back so hard it hurt. But I didn't mind because his cock went even deeper as he shot me full of his cum. It spurted deep inside me just as his mate had done again. The terrible thought crossed my mind how ironic it would be to fall pregnant and not know which of these men or my husband was the father. I could feel Fred's stuff running down my thighs as he pulled out of me. I know my pussy was open wide and couldn't be the pretty little slit it was earlier, not after the seeing to it had received this afternoon. He slapped my ass as he withdrew, telling me I was a dirty little slut, that I should have been taken by a whole regiment of squaddies and next time it might happen as we were on the very edge of the training ground for the army. The though made me shudder but not with fear or trepidation, it was a shiver of anticipation.

They had the decency to ask if I would be alright as they walked away. As soon as they disappeared from sight, I heard a rustle in the bushes and the whirring of my husband's camcorder as he approached me hurriedly. The dirty sod had recorded it all. I thought that after my ordeal he would just let me loose and go home but I should have known better. He set his prized video cam on its little tripod and walked over to me. 

'Did you see it all?' I asked as he approached. He pulled off the blindfold and I blinked at the early evening sun.

His eyes were on fire. I had never seen his face so alive, his movements so driven. There was about him the rough look of a predator.

'Yeah' was all he said. I didn't know whether he was angry, hurt or excited. Then I noticed that his cock was as stiff as a ramrod. He unlocked the handcuffs and I rubbed my wrists together to soothe their aching.

I could feel myself being aroused by the knowledge that I had turned him on so much.

'Did you film it?' I asked.

'Yeah. You loved it, didn't you?' he said. He was pulling off his t-shirt.

'Did you?' I asked, knowing the answer.

Now he was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He had only one thing on his mind, and I was it.

He lay down on his back, cock as erect as a fence post, and motioned to me. I knew exactly what he wanted and I would do my very best to give it to my lover man. I crouched over his body and lowered myself down until my pussy, still dripping with cum and my own fresh juice, was just touching the tip of his cock. Then I let myself drop, taking his full length in one hard lunge. He loves that feeling. And the look on my face! Oh, my! But this was so different from usual. My pussy was stretched and lubricated by the spunk of two men. It was wonderful, not painful at all – just bloody great.

However, the next part tested all my stamina and agility, if you consider that I had spent the last two hours shackled and abused (in the nicest possible way, of course). He wanted me to ride him like a horse, a wild, galloping stallion. I love riding my own pony, feeling the heat of his sweating flesh between my legs, but riding my man is so much more rewarding. I put my hands on his shoulders and started to fuck him in long, smooth strokes from the very tip of his cock, right down until his groin was hard against my ass. My buttocks slapped against his skin as flesh met flesh.

'Tell me what it felt like,' he demanded as my cunt stroked his cock with a rhythmic efficiency.

So, as I rode my delicious husband with increasing fury, in breathless tones I told him everything: about my fear, about the thrill of anticipation, about the smell, touch and taste of my tormentors, the feel of a strange cock in my mouth, between my breasts, inside my cunt, the overwhelming pleasure of it all, of knowing that I was getting them off and, by doing so, turning on my darling husband. Then I told him of the bliss of my cumming and, as I did so, as I relived every pussy-wetting moment of my exquisite ordeal and as I recalled what a tart, what a slut and a whore I was, I could sense it happening all over again.

My titties were bouncing up and down as I rode him. He grasped them firmly in his paws and that brought my climax even nearer. I knew he wouldn't want me to stop, so I tried so hard not to cum. But it was a wasted effort: I was going to cum no matter what I tried to do because he was thrilling me so much and talking so dirty.

When it hit me, Oh God, it hit me with such force that I almost fainted. I collapsed on top of him only to feel his hand swipe my ass.

'Get on with it!' he yelled. After all, he wasn't just lying there for the benefit of his health. He wanted a fucking as complete as those that he had filmed earlier. I forced myself up and made the best effort I could to continue riding this bucking bronco of a man but he felt so good inside me that it only took a few strokes to bring me off again. This time even his spanking my ass couldn't make me work again because I was so knackered, fucked to a standstill. He accepted defeat and, lifting me up on his arms until he was only just inside me, he drove his cock up into me, fucking me from underneath, taking me from one peak to the next without any rest whatsoever. I must have blanked out because the next thing I knew he was shooting yet another load of cum into me. I really was a cum slut, because somehow I still wanted more. This had been an awakening in my life, something I never dreamt I could want, or get, but, once tasted, it was addictive. I wanted more of this and was going to make sure I got more.

When we had both recovered, he dressed and collected up our belongings. Then he carried me, covered by his jacket, back to our car. I had noticed him retrieve my shorts and stow them in his bag.

'A memento,' he said smilingly. Another item for his collection to remind us of this special day. He drove us home and, curled up beside him, I drifted off into a contented sleep. As soon as we were home, he poured a foamy bath for me and I wallowed in its luxury as he cooked a special dinner for us both. I was aching in places I didn't know I had. But it was a rewarding ache like that of an athlete who has broken some record. 

In my bathrobe I descended to champagne and dinner. He had set up the DVD and began to run the footage he had filmed. We watched silently as we munched on our food and sipped the vintage champagne. Watching myself in my sexy white costume, blinded by the silk scarf and fettered by the handcuffs, and then seeing me fucked and fucked and fucked, was beginning to make me horny again and I could see that my hubby was just as aroused. 

He reached over to me and planted a sumptuous kiss on my lips as his hand delved into the folds of the bathrobe and cupped my titty.

At last, I said, 'Those men. Who were they, love?'

He knew what I was thinking, he always knows what I'm thinking. When can you invite them again? Can we make it even better next time? Can't you be involved more? Can't I watch your face as you enjoy watching me get fucked to oblivion?

He smiled enigmatically and then he gave his reply.

'I've no idea who they were. I'd never seen them before. I guess they were just out looking for a cock-hungry whore.'

I looked at him in amazement. Then the realisation of the true danger I had been in began to dawn on me. But it didn't frighten me. It just made me even more hungry for cock.

He turned me over onto my front so that I was kneeling on all fours on the settee, just how I love it. I was moaning in expectation as he lifted my robe over my hips, revealing my ass and soap-scented pussy. He unzipped his pants and knelt behind me.

'Now, my cock-hungry whore, I want you to tell me again what it was like when you felt a stranger's dick fill your cunt.' His own cock, hot and throbbing, slid into me. And, as I closed my eyes and my pussy hugged him tightly, I began to relieve that wonderful afternoon. And I knew that it would only be a matter of time before this cock-hungry whore would be repeating the experience with other strangers for the pleasure of her adorable and adoring husband.



All Tied up



She knew it was getting stale. It was bound to. After years together even a fantastic sex life couldn't be sustained. Although she loved Matt dearly, things had come somewhat routine. That was, until the night he turned the tables on her.

They got back from the party late and both more than a little drunk. Jessica laughed as he swung the handcuffs they had won as a door prize around his finger saying, "come on baby. I told you I always wanted you to cuff me and take advantage of me." Normally Jessica would not have obliged to such a thing but taking into account the ho- humness of their recent sex life and Matt's persistent fantasy to be dominated by her coupled with the wine that had gone straight to her head, Jessica thought, "What the hell. I can always blame it on the alcohol."

In her most authoritative voice she said, "Oh, is that what you want? Do you want to be my toy for the evening?"

"What are you going to do to me if I say yes?" asked Matt, fascinated that she might finally play along.

The alcohol fueling her courage, she stepped towards him and grabbed the cuffs out of his hands, "Well, I don't know. Maybe I'll blindfold you and tease you and make you beg me to fuck you." She couldn't believe the words were coming out of her mouth. Matt felt shocked but excited to think he might have a willing partner to experiment with.

"Now come on you," she said feeling herself becoming excited at the prospect of trying something new and kinky that she hadn't tried before. "You need to come to the bed my slave and strip for me."

Matt happily obliged as she giggled and allowed him to undress her as well and kiss her. Some dominatrix she was. They fell into bed together as Matt said. "I thought you were going to cuff me?"

Although she was somewhat uncomfortable with her role as the one in charge, she did want Matt to have his fantasy fulfilled. "Alright, I'm coming to get you." She began to straddle him, getting the cuffs ready to make him a prisoner.

Before she knew what was happening, Matt had grabbed the cuffs and began to wrestle them away from her. Instinctively, she tried to keep them from him and snap them around his wrists, but he was too quick and too strong for her and before she knew it she was the one on her back naked handcuffed to the bed.

"Matt"" she said somewhat frightened," What are you doing? I thought you wanted me to do this to you?"

"I know I said that, but the truth is I'd rather do it to you. But if you don't want me to I won't. Whatever you want." Then Matt had a huge grin spread across his face and said devilishly, "But I thought I could tie you up, blindfold you, and make you beg to me to fuck you."

Despite herself, she found herself becoming excited by the idea and said,"okay, but if I say Rumplestiltskin, you have to stop."

"Absolutely. No Problem." Matt said. With the consent, Matt pulled a scarf out of her dresser drawer. "This looks like a good blindfold. Makes you wonder what I'm going to do next, huh?"

Jessica felt herself fearful but excited at the prospect of Matt touching her but not knowing when or with what.

Jessica felt something light and feathery touching her skin. The unexpectedness made her jump. She felt it over her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her nipples got hard as she felt herself beginning to get wet between her legs in anticipation of feeling the feather on the other parts of her body. She spread her legs slightly and let out a sigh to let Matt know that she was enjoying their little game. He ever so slightly touched her clit with the feather making her moan in pleasure but then took it away.

"Do you like that baby? Do you want me to fuck you know? I'll tell you right now, you're going to have to beg me to fuck you. I'm not going to slip inside you until you're crazy and panting for it and can't take it anymore. I want to hear you beg."

Beg for it?! There was no way that was going to happen! She didn't need to beg for it and told him so.

"Okay. If you say so. We'll just have to see what happens."

Matt began to use his masculine hands to lightly touch her body in the places she loved the most. She felt something wet and cold, but refreshing hit the skin on her breasts and she let out a gasp. "It's okay Baby. Just a little K-Y."

Despite herself, Jessica began to feel excited and turned on by Matt's massage of her breasts and stomach. She thought maybe begging wouldn't be too bad. She then felt his hands pinching her nipples only the way he could. It was right on the border between pleasure and pain that made her moan out loud and once again spread her legs. He was starting to drive her crazy, but she still refused to beg.

"Do you want it baby? Do you want me to fuck you? Are you dying to feel my dick inside you? I bet you're so wet down there that you just want me to slide into you and fuck you really hard."

Matt was so right in his evaluation but Jessica refused to let him know it. "No", she gasped through clenched teeth. "I am not going to beg you to fuck me."

Matt laughed "Well maybe you believe that, but I sure don't."

Matt began to use his tongue on her nipples sucking and lightly nibbling on them. Despite herself, Jessica wasn't sure how much longer she could take the teasing. She wished that her hands were free so she could touch herself. Her body called out for release. She wanted to feel Matt on top of her between her legs more than anything.

Matt worked his way down her body with his tongue, taking his time. When he got down to her vagina, he kissed and licked lightly all around it, being careful not to touch it directly but only to tease her and leave her wanting more. Determined not to beg, Jessica couldn't help but feel conflicted. She felt herself becoming more and more aroused, moving her hips trying to manipulate Matt's tongue onto her clit.

Matt let out a laugh, "Oh I see you want me to lick your clit dirty girl. Okay. I can oblige you."

Jessica moaned uncontrollably as Matt flicked his tongue lightly across her clit. He did it hard enough to get her going but not hard enough to satisfy her.

Jessica couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me Baby! Fuck me! I can't stand it anymore! I need you inside me so much!"

So you want me to fuck you, huh? Are you sure? I don't hear you begging enough.

Please, please fuck me Matt! I need to feel you inside me.'

With that, Matt began to tease her clit and her opening with his rock hard dick, putting it inside her just the littlest bit and making her beg for more.

Completely lost now in her lust Jessica begged, "Please no more teasing. Just fuck me hard baby. Please fuck me hard!" With that, Jessica felt Matt enter her completely making her scream in ecstasy.

Do you like that baby? Do you like to feel my cock inside you pounding you and fucking you until you can't take it any more" Matt asked as he felt his own orgasm approaching.

"Yes! Oh yes baby fuck me harder, I need you so much said Jessica lost in the feelings and sensations she felt throughout her body.



All Tied Up



Penny Harris stood before the full length mirror stark naked, trailing her fingers sensuously over her C-cup breasts, down her taut stomach and across her excited, recently trimmed pussy. She smiled at her reflection. 'Not bad for 42,' she thought. 'Not bad at all.' Then she slid her hands back to her breasts, caressing them like no other hands had done since her husband David's death 18 years earlier.

But the sexual loneliness had been her own choice, and she considered it a small price to pay when compared to the love and attention she was able to give to her 19 year-old twins, Michael and Michelle. But now things were different. Now the twins were attending a college two hours down the road, and she, for all intents and purposes, was an empty nester. 

Her first week alone had been tough. The emptiness left behind by their departure was more than she'd expected. Way more. She'd found herself constantly reminded of their absence by the smallest things. But somehow she'd managed to grit her teeth and fight through the loneliness, gradually even starting to focus on herself.

It was partway through her second week alone when she first caught her mind drifting back to the days when it was just her and David. And she couldn't help but smile as she thought about the transformation he'd brought out in her. 

Before him, she'd been a bit on the conservative side. That's not to say she wasn't curious, she just lacked the confidence to explore the things that so frequently occupied her thoughts and dreams. But David had sensed the wild side hiding just beneath her surface, and he'd set his mind to bringing it out. And bring it out he did, ultimately teaching her everything from the joys of flirting and teasing to the dark, hungry lust of bondage and submission. And Penny took everything he taught her and then asked for more. And now it was all coming back.

She shook her head, bringing her mind back to the present and the naked, hungry image in the mirror before her. Then she took a deep breath, turned and picked up the short, silky robe she'd purchased the day before and slid it on. Finally, she made her way out of the bedroom and began working her way to the basement, and the adventure she'd been looking forward to all week.





All Tied Up



She moved quickly now, straight for the sea-chest to retrieve the spreader bar and the vibrator -- which was already attached to the extension pole. She slid the plug through the hole in the spreader bar, then inserted the pole, making sure it was securely seated. Then she set the vibrator for medium and plugged it into the electric timer.

She stood up and closed her eyes. "Slow down," she whispered. "There's plenty of time." And with her eyes still closed, she took three long, slow breaths. When she opened them again she felt a strange calmness seeping through her veins, a calmness where just moments before there'd been nervousness, anxiety, anticipation. Then, as a small smile cracked her lips, she got back to business.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion now, and it seemed to take forever for her to get into position under the eye-bolt, fasten the spreader bar to her left ankle, and then spread her legs wide and fasten it to her right. Then, with her legs spread forcibly wide, she bent over precariously, loosened the extension pole and slid the vibrator up. When it reached her pussy, she straightened as much as she could, even stretching slightly onto her tiptoes, and slipped it deep inside her. Then she tightened the extension pole and let a low, hungry groan slip from her throat.

Almost done, she thought. But now came the delicate part.

She took one more look around the room -- her last look until after the ice melted in a couple of hours -- and nodded her approval. She reached out and unwrapped the ice-lock wrist cuffs, tossing aside the towel and positioning the cuffs at the edge of the TV tray. Then she slid the ball gag to a position a few inches behind the cuffs. Finally, she picked up the hood, straightened it out, slid it over her head and fastened it securely in place. Now, effectively, she was blind.

She lifted the ball-gag carefully from the tray, then stretched the band around her head and positioned the ball in her mouth. And then she reached for the cuffs, positioning the steel bracelet around her left wrist and snapping it closed. Then, with a little less grace, she repeated the process on her right wrist.

She tried pulling her arms apart, but the ice-lock held firm, just like they always had before. She tried to pull the bracelets open, but they were locked tight, the key sitting innocently in the envelope on the tray. Then she raised herself carefully onto her tiptoes and, as if she could actually see, looked upwards and lifted her arms, feeling for the hinged eye-bolt hanging from the beam. 

Finally, she positioned the ice-lock as high in her fingers as she could and slipped it through the hinge, the metallic snapping sound confirming that, for the next few hours, Penny Harris was a prisoner of her own dark desires.

No sooner had the hinge snapped shut on the eye-bolt, trapping the ice-lock within its loop, than a shudder of panic shot through Penny's body, and the fear that she'd forgotten something very important flashed through her mind. She tried to calm herself, tried to convince herself that everything was okay, that she'd done everything she needed to do. And then she went through her checklist.

She'd verified that both doors were locked and the garage door was down when she got home from her walk. She'd made sure that the oven and stove were off and the thermostat was set at the correct temperature. The key to the steel bracelets on the hand-cuffs was in the envelope on the TV tray. She'd even made certain to limit her intake of fluids and use the toilet.

As she went through her checklist, noting that each item had been properly dealt with, the panic began to subside, transforming instead to a strange mixture of excitement, anticipation, fear . . ., and lust -- just like it always had before. And it wasn't long before the lust part began to take center stage.

She squirmed atop the vibrator, working her hips forward, then back, trying to scratch an itch that was growing stronger by the minute, wondering why she'd set the timer for twenty minutes instead of ten. How much longer, she wondered. How long would she have to wait until . . .

'What was that?'

Penny instantly stopped all movement, twisting her head towards the basements stairs, straining with all her might to pick up the sound she was certain she'd heard. Then she heard it again, and this time there could be no denying the sound of the front door closing, nor of the footsteps moving into the foyer. 

An absolute panic struck Penny as she jerked at her restraints. She strained onto her tiptoes, trying to push the chain high enough, trying to slip the hinge open. But it was no use; David had done his job well. Once ensnared, only the slow march of time -- or the hands of another person -- could free her. And suddenly, all sorts of evil, wicked pictures flashed through her mind. But as bad as she thought it was, a moment later it got worse. 

"Mom?" There was no mistaking her daughter's voice as it echoed through the house; a voice that left Penny wishing the unexpected guest had been anyone else. Even a murderer or rapist would have been preferable. And as she heard the footsteps moving through the upstairs hallway, tears began to sneak out the corners of her eyes, and she once again began yanking on the chains.

A few moments passed before Penny heard the inevitable sound of the basement door swinging open.

"Mom, are you down there?"

Penny stood as still as a statue, hoping against hope that her daughter . . . But then she heard the unmistakable sound of shoes descending the stairs, and she knew her worst fears were about to be realized. And when the footsteps stopped on the bottom landing, Penny knew that her daughter was standing there, staring directly at her.

"What the hell?" Michelle gasped as she took in the absolute last thing on earth she'd ever expected to see. And for several seconds she just stood there, staring at the bound, gagged and blindfolded naked woman; knowing even with the hood and ball-gag distorting her appearance, that the woman was her mother.

When she finally regained enough composure to function, she began easing into the room. "Mom," she said almost in a whisper. "Are you alright?" But even as she asked the question, her eyes were quickly taking in the scene.

Her first thought was the obvious one; who'd done this to her and where were they now? Not upstairs, she'd already looked up there, and not here either. That left the back room, so she eased over to the door, opened it and looked inside. When she saw nothing, she returned her attention to her mother.

She looked closely at each of the instruments of bondage, and recognized them all -- the spreader bar, the vibrator, the hood, the ball-gag, the wrist cuffs, and the ice-lock.

"Oh, my God," she said as she recognized the ice-lock for what it was. "You did this to yourself." And she stood there in shock, staring at her mother in disbelief. That's when she noticed the black sea-chest sitting beside the coffee table.

She made her way to the chest, dropped to her knee and began rummaging inside. The more she rummaged, the more a different side of her mother began to emerge, a side she'd never before imagined. It was, however, a side very similar to one she herself had, and proof beyond doubt that the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree.

As she continued looking through the chest she began to wonder. Whose was it? It was a big chest, not exactly portable. And since she and her brother had only been away at school for a month, it was unlikely Mom had taken a lover. Not after twenty long, celibate years. That meant the chest had quite likely been in the house for a while, hidden. That meant . . . 

"Dad!" she said out loud, referring to a man of whom she had absolutely no memory. And behind her, bound, gagged and hanging from the ceiling, her mother's body went rigid.

A smile appeared on Michelle's face, and it was growing bigger by the second. She pulled a flogger from the box, rolling the handle between her hands as her mind began to work. She held her position for several seconds, thinking, before finally setting the flogger back in the sea-chest, rising to her feet and sliding behind her mother. Then she stepped forward so her front was nearly touching her mother's backside and began whispering in her ear.

"It's Dad's chest, isn't it?"

For a moment Penny did nothing, standing as still as a statue, except statues don't normally shake. Finally she nodded her head -- yes.

"Was he your Master?"

Again, a moment passed before her head began to move up and down in short, uneasy movements.

"I thought so." Michelle paused, allowing the moment to linger, even drag, before finally continuing. "Do you want me to let you go?"

This time Penny let out a soft, almost weeping moan, before again nodding her head slowly, her embarrassment obvious.

But instead of setting her free, her daughter surprised her. "Are you sure?" she whispered, pressing herself against her backside and running her fingertips lightly up her sides. "I can help you, if you'd like. I really don't mind." 

A shiver shot through Penny at her daughter's words, and her body again went rigid as she shook her head violently from side to side -- no!

To Penny, the minute or so that had passed since her daughter first set foot in the basement had been a living hell, a hell that somehow seemed to last much longer than the clock could actually measure. First there'd been those several seconds of dead silence. She'd expected that. But after the initial shock had worn off, Michelle seemed to move about the room with an air of confidence. Penny hadn't expected that. Nor had she expected her daughter to tease her like she was, or press up against her, or run her fingers lightly up her naked sides.

"Come now, Mother," Michelle continued in a soft voice, breaking Penny's reverie. "I can see how much you want it. I can only imagine how hard it's been for you without Dad all these years. Let me help you." And then she pressed herself even closer, moving her mouth immediately next to her ear. "Please," she whispered in a throaty voice. And then she slid her hands around her mother's sides, up to her breasts and began to caress them. 

For Penny, embarrassment and shame, which had only recently supplanted fear, were now giving way to confusion. She didn't understand why Michelle was toying with her like this, nor did she know why her body was reacting the way it was. She should be disgusted; both with herself for her shameful display, and with her daughter for teasing her. But when she tried to protest, instead of a rigid stance and a firm grunt of defiance, a mumbled groan that sounded more lustful than firm escaped her lips, even as she was arching her chest and rolling her hips. 

'What's wrong with you!' Penny screamed silently as her daughter's finger-tips moved to her nipples, twirling them, squeezing them. Yet even though her mind knew that what was happening was wrong, even sinful, her body -- a body that had been celibate for two decades -- didn't seem to care. All it knew was that someone other than herself was touching her and it felt good -- real good. And another lustful groan escaped her lips as she continued pressing her naked breasts into her daughter's hands. That's when she realized that not only was her mind losing the battle with her body, it wasn't even putting up much of a fight.

Michelle, meanwhile, was keeping her hands busy on her mother's breasts, squeezing, caressing, twirling their nipples, even as she was rubbing herself against her backside. She could see the change in her mother's demeanor clearly, see the signs of protest and resistance slowly giving way to acceptance, even encouragement. She knew then that she had her, that with only the smallest amount of urging she could take her in any fashion she wanted. After all, they were much alike, her and her mother, more so than she'd ever dreamed. She knew exactly which buttons she needed to press. And with that, she slid her right hand off her breast and began easing it down her stomach.

The groan that muffled its way through the ball-gag when her finger slid across her clit sounded eerily similar to the sound a cow in desperate need of milking might make; deep, long and guttural. And as she worked that button carefully, her left hand still fondling her breasts, she could sense that her mother's surrender was nearly complete.

She could feel the excitement continuing to build in the captive woman as she squirmed and moaned in her arms. And then, even as she was squeezing hard on her breast, the vibrator sprang to life.

An ear shattering sound filled the air as the body in her arms went suddenly tense, and Michelle knew a massive orgasm was tearing through her mother's loins. But she didn't relent, instead keeping up the attack on her clit, even as the vibrator was continuing to pummel her cunt, and as the orgasm kept reverberating through the helpless, ensnared body.

Several long seconds passed before Michelle finally withdrew her hand, stepped around front of her mother and switched off the vibrator. One final shudder shot through Penny's body, then she slumped forward with exhaustion.

"I was wondering when that would come on," Michelle said, stroking the side of her mother's neck. But her mother just stood there, gasping for breath through the ball-gag.

Penny had no idea how long she stood there, struggling to recover from what was without a doubt the most massive orgasm she'd ever experienced, still not quite believing it'd come at the hands of her daughter. When she finally collected her wits, she stood up straighter and listened.

"I'm right here," came a voice from a few feet away. "Just looking through your toys some more."

Penny moaned softly and shook her head slowly from side to side. But it was a weak protest. She knew it, and more importantly, her daughter knew it.

Several seconds passed before Michelle's voice once again filled her ears. "Here," she said triumphantly. Then Penny heard her rising to her feet and moving towards her. A moment later a flash of pain struck her right nipple, an instant after that, her left.

Penny watched her mother's body go tense as the nipple clamps bit down on her nipples. But she didn't remove the clamps, choosing instead to step closer and again trail her finger-tips up and down her sides. "Is this how it was with Dad?"

Another moan. And when she slid her hands around to her mom's ass, her head rolled helplessly from side to side.

And then the sound of the front door swinging open once again filled the air, and Penny's body again went instantly rigid as her unseeing eyes turned towards her daughter.

"It's okay," Michelle tried to reassure her. "It's only Michael." But when Penny heard her son's name, she was anything but reassured.

She shook her head from one side to the other, desperately trying to tell her daughter no. 

"It's okay," Michelle whispered, sliding her arms over her mother's back and and caressing her lightly. "I'll go talk to him." And a sound of relief escaped her mother's mouth as she nodded her head -- yes. 

Before she left, Michelle stooped down and turned the vibrator on low, then pulled lightly on the nipple clamps. "Don't go anywhere," she teased. "I'm not through with you yet." And as she made her way to the stairs, another low, mournful moan reached her ears.

* *

At first, Penny stood quietly, straining to hear what was going on. But once Michelle reached the main floor, she shut the basement door. After that there were a few footsteps, then nothing.

After a minute or so, the pain from her nipples and the vibrations emanating from her pussy began to draw her attention back. She squirmed, trying to ease the pressure on her breasts, then gasped when the vibrator came into direct contact with that special spot.

She froze, remembering that not only her daughter, but now her son were upstairs. And if she wanted to avoid with him what she'd been unable to avoid with her, she needed to be quiet. But then the pain in her nipples came back, and like before, when she squirmed to try to lessen it, she once again hit that spot with the vibrator, this time causing a small spasm to shoot through her body.

Almost without realizing it, she found herself rolling her pussy atop the vibrator. She tried to remember to be quiet, tried to remember that her son was right upstairs, but found her thoughts drifting to her daughter and the wonderful things she'd done to her. Was it wrong, she found herself wondering, for a mother and daughter to do what they'd just done? And was it wrong for her to hope Michelle would get rid of Michael quickly and come back to her?

She heard a lustful moan, then jerked herself back to the present when she realized it'd come from her own throat. But a few seconds later she was once again squirming atop the vibrator, the pleasure it was providing combining with the pain from the nipple clamps to carry her dangerously near the edge. 

That's when the basement door swung open and a single set of footsteps -- her daughter's footsteps -- began their descent.

"Did you miss me?" Michelle asked as she stepped around to her mother's back, then snuggled up against her.

To her surprise, Penny found her head nodding up and down before she'd even had a chance to think.

"Good," Michelle replied, sliding her hands across her tummy. "I'll take care of you for a few minutes, then Michael will join us."

"Unnnggghhhhh!" came the sudden, violent response, the head shaking firmly from side to side. But Michelle ignored the reaction, instead letting her fingertips trail lightly over her mother's body, even circling her nipples and pulling playfully on the clamps.

But the groan that followed was still a groan that said 'no,' even if it was a little less forceful than before.

"He only wants to watch, you know. He won't do anything you don't want him to."

Another groan, another shake of the head -- no! But Michelle kept pushing.

"You know he loves you." It took a minute, but then a weak nod signaled her answer.

"And he'd never do anything to hurt you?" Another weak nod. 

Then Michelle slid her hand towards her clit, once again sliding her fingers over the love button and sending shivers throughout her mother's body. And as she continued to stroke her mother's fire, she whispered softly into her ear. "He'll be down shortly." This time, there was no groan of dissension, nor was their a shaking of the head, just a long, slow sigh of surrender.

Penny was lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Her nipples ached, her pussy was on fire and her head was ready to explode. How had she fallen so far, so quick? Was she really the slut her body was telling her she was? But then Michelle's fingers slid over her love button and her body screamed out in response --Yes! Yes! Yes!

But even as she neared the precipice yet again, her daughter withdrew her hands, knelt down behind her and turned off the vibrator. Then she rose and wrapped her arms around her. 

"Not yet, Mother," she whispered. "We have to wait for Michael." This time, Penny's guttural protest had nothing to do with Michael, and everything to do with the orgasm her daughter had denied her. And for the next few minutes Michelle continued to embrace her mother, letting her hands caress her breasts, her hips grind against her buttocks and her fingers dance across her clit, keeping her on edge until that fateful moment when the basement door swung open and Michael began his descent.

Penny heard the sound clearly and had no doubts what it meant; her son was coming, he would see her like this, and he would watch his sister dominate, torment and tease her. Then he would watch her cum, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But her thoughts were interrupted just as he was reaching the bottom step when Michelle's fingers slid across her clit. And another moan filled the air.




All Tied Up



"She seems to like that," Michael said to his sister as if what he was seeing was the most normal thing in the world..

"Oh, that's nothing," Michelle replied. "Wait til you see how she likes this." And with that Michelle dropped to her knees behind her mother and switched the vibrator on high. Then she rose quickly to her feet, reached around and sent one hand flying to her breasts and the other to her clit. And for the next couple minutes she kept up her attack, driving her mother to one earth shattering orgasm after another before finally slipping off the nipple clamps, turning off the vibrator and backing away.

As Penny stood there, slumped forward in exhaustion, she tried to focus on what had just happened. It seemed like one minute she was trying to protest her son's involvement, and the next her daughter was bringing one orgasm after another crashing down upon her right before his eyes. 'Too fast,' she thought. 'Too fast.' And even as she stood there trying to think, she began drifting into a light slumber. 

Michelle turned away from her mother and focused her attention on her twin, taking a couple steps towards him. When she was immediately in front of him she stopped and placed her hands on his hips.

"I told you it would be fun to pay a surprise visit on her," she said softly. And then she pressed her body closer and lifted her mouth to his, allowing her open mouth to meld hungrily with his. 

Nearly a minute passed before Michael finally pushed her away. "I wasn't sure I believed you when you told me upstairs," he said. "Even after seeing it with my own eyes, I'm still not sure I believe it."

"Can you imagine what it was like for her all these years, unable to satisfy her hunger because of us?" Michelle replied in an equally soft voice.

"We'll just have to make it up to her," Michael said, a devious grin spreading across his face.

"Down boy," Michelle teased, pressing a hand against his chest. "I told her you wouldn't touch her unless she wanted you too."

The grin slipped from his face. "What if she doesn't want me too?"

Michelle gave a quiet laugh. "I don't think you have to worry about that. You just have to be patient." And with that she turned to the sea-chest and pulled out a flogger. Then she turned back to her brother. "Now it's time to introduce something new."

She jammed the handle of the flogger inside the back of her jeans, then stepped back to her mother's side and began sliding one hand lightly over her lower back and ass, and the other over her chest and tummy.

"Ummmm." It was a quiet sound that slipped from their mother's not quite fully awake mouth, a sound that seemed to whisper 'yes, I like that.' Then she began rolling her hips atop the dormant vibrator, moaning again as the hands kept at her, gently working their way across her front and her back. 

But then, without warning, they withdrew, and an instant later . . .

WHACK!

"Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!"

The flogger slapped across Penny's back, causing her body to go instantly stiff as a loud, muffled scream filled the air. And then it happened again . . .

WHACK!

"Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!"

Michelle kept up the assault on her mother's backside, landing multiple blows on her ass, her back and the back of her thighs, constantly moving the attack from one spot to another as her mother jerked and groaned before her. Then, when she was satisfied that the backside had been sufficiently pelted, she moved the flogger to her other hand and went to work on Penny's front side, giving equal attention to her breasts, tummy and legs.

In all, the attack didn't last nearly as long as Michelle knew it could have, nor was it nearly as intense as she knew her mother could handle. Still it had served its purpose.

Finished, she tossed the flogger back into the sea-chest and turned towards her brother. Then, with a look of hungry desperation on her face, she reached for the bottom of her tee-shirt and ripped it over her head. A minute after that, a completely naked Michelle was throwing herself into her brother's arms and plastering her lips on his.

Nearly half a minute later it was Michelle that ended the kiss, smiling as she pushed herself away from her brother and turned towards her mother. Then, ever so slowly, she stepped closer, slid her arms around her and pulled their naked bodies together; bosom to bosom, tummy to tummy.

Michelle could feel her mother's body reacting as she rubbed her nakedness against her, and she could hear her groaning lustfully as she slid her hands over her ass and squeezed her cheeks. But despite the response she was getting, Michelle could sense that the older woman wasn't fully aware yet, and that she didn't really comprehend that her daughter was naked, let alone what that meant. 

"So, do you like the feel of my naked body against yours?' she whispered into her ear.

"Ummm," came the sleepy response. A moment after that, however, reality struck as her body went rigid and her hooded eyes turned to her daughter. This time, the sound that left her mouth wasn't one of lust, but one of confusion.

"You're worried about Michael seeing me naked, and about what might happen next, aren't you?" Michelle said in response to her mother's startled reaction.

Another grunt and a nod of the head -- yes.

Michelle let her hands drift softly across her mother's backside, then up her sides and arms. And as she leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek, she could feel the tension melting a bit, but only a bit. 

"He's my brother, Mom," she continued softly. "And he's my lover."

The sound that came from her mother this time was more like a slow, mournful sigh of disbelief than anything else. "It's okay, Mom," Michelle whispered comfortingly, continuing to stroke her sides. "Just like it's okay that I'm your lover now." 

Michelle felt her mother's body tense at her words as another long, slow sigh slipped from her throat. But a moment later the captive's body slumped helplessly against hers, and she knew then that the battle was nearly over. All that was left was to ease her over the edge.

Michelle took a half step back, then dropped to her knees. She reached out to loosen the pole that held the vibrator, and then eased the device from her pussy. After that she freed her mother's right ankle from the spreader bar, and then her left. Only then did she reach out and rub her fingers across her mother's slit.

Penny jumped at the touch of her daughter, then let out a long, mournful groan as two fingers slid into the dampness of her pussy. Then, with her legs still spread as if the spreader bar were still attached to her ankles, she began rolling her pelvis hungrily, desperately trying to get just a little more than her daughter was willing to give. But before she even came close to satisfying her lust-filled needs, the fingers slid from her pussy, and a moan of protest slipped from her throat.

After withdrawing her fingers, Michelle rose to her feet and eased around her mother. Then, after giving her brother a quick smile, she eased closer to her mother, pressing her own naked body against hers as she slid her fingertips over her breasts and began tracing light little trails across them. 

"Michael's going to let you down now, Mother," she said in a voice that was somehow both soft and commanding. "Then we're going to reposition you and tie you back up. Understand?"

Her mother raised her head slowly, then gave a weak but definite nod of the head.

"Good," Michelle acknowledged. "And you're not going to give us any trouble, are you?"

This time it was a slow side to side motion of the head that came in answer.

"Very good," Michelle said. Then she moved her hands to her Mother's nipples, gave each a light pinch, released them and backed away. "She's all yours, Michael," she said, even as another low, helpless whimper was filling the air.

For a brief moment -- a moment that seemed to last an eternity -- Penny's world stood still. She waited for her son's touch with a nervous anxiousness she'd never before experienced, jumping and gasping audibly when his right hand finally slid onto her left hip. And when his left hand took its place on her other hip, she jumped again.

"Nervous?" her son said in a soft voice. She nodded her head hurriedly, then returned her hooded eyes to stare in the general direction of his voice.

But Michael didn't acknowledge her affirmation, instead choosing to slide his hands slowly up her sides, stroking her gently, almost -- but not quite -- tickling her. Strangely, Penny found his touch calming, even a bit reassuring. She even let a soft sigh slip from her mouth when he inched closer and slid his hands around to her backside, and another one when he lowered his hands to her buttocks, pulled her hard against him and squeezed. That's when she felt a hardness pressing against her belly, a hardness she hadn't felt in eighteen years.

In hindsight, perhaps she should have made some effort to protest his handling of her, some effort -- however hopeless it might have been -- to stand up for what was proper and moral. But she didn't. After all, for the first time in years, a man was holding her naked body and caressing her flesh. And right or wrong, at that point in time, her body didn't give a damn that the man was her son.

Michael continued massaging her cheeks, noting a slight but unmistakable reduction in resistance with each passing second. He kept up his ministrations until another helpless whimper escaped his mother's throat and her hips began grinding themselves ever so slightly against his still clothed body. Then he released her buttocks, took a half step backwards and slid his hands onto her raised arms.

"On your tiptoes," he said in a soft voice.

Penny, clearly in a fog, hesitated only slightly before raising herself carefully to her toes. She was aware of Michael's hands sliding up her arms and onto the chain that was snared within the hinged eye-bolt that held her captive, and she was aware of him fidgeting with the opening. The next thing she knew the chain was free and Michael was easing her arms downward.

For a moment, they both held their position, neither one moving, neither one making a sound before, finally, Michael eased his hands onto her biceps. 

"Back up a bit," he said, exerting just enough pressure on her arms to get her moving on her own.

With her mind still shrouded in its lust-filled fog, Penny began inching her way backwards -- one small step, then another, then . . .

"That's enough," Michael said, pulling her up short. Then he turned his head towards his sister, smiled slyly and lowered his eyes to the large round ottoman that now occupied the space inches behind their mother's calves. Then he returned his eyes to his mother.

"Sit down," he ordered.

But this time Penny didn't immediately obey, instead hesitating as the mother in her made one final attempt to reestablish control. She was free now! Okay, maybe not entirely free, but her feet were untethered and she could move her hands! That meant she could rip the ball-gag from her mouth and tear the hood off her head. Then she could look her twins square in the eye and tell them to stop! She could re-exert her parental authority and admonish them for their transgressions!

Yet even as she stood there blindfolded, she could feel their eyes bearing down on her, and she knew they could sense the struggle raging within her. She also knew that if she did, in fact, rip the ball-gag from her mouth and tear the hood off her head, and if she did turn to them and re-exert her parental authority, they would not fight her. 

But she knew something else, as well. She knew that if she did that, she would never again feel her daughter's fingers slinking over her tummy or across her breasts, or feel them pinching her aroused nipples while she rubbed her naked front side against her back. And she would never again feel her own nakedness surrounded by her son's strong arms as he held her close and kneaded her buttocks while she ground her hungry loins against him.

Ultimately, it was the burning in her loins as she thought of her daughter and son that provided the answer. Could she really do 'the right thing?' In a word, no! Not after finding her husband's old 'toy' chest and reliving the memories that filled it, and certainly not after her children had done such a thorough job of reawakening the slut in her. No, she could not do the right thing. Not now. Not after all these celibate years. 

So, after a slow deep breath, she carefully began lowering herself to the ottoman, instinctively reaching behind herself with her still bound hands to make sure there was really something there for her to sit on. When she felt it, she finished positioning herself and turned back towards her son.

And just like that, the battle was ended.

"Now, lay back, hands extended over your head."

There was no fighting it now, and no hesitation at all as she quickly lowered her back to the ottoman's surface and extended her arms over her head., where her daughter quickly took hold of them and stretched them down to the floor. Then she felt the back portion of the overgrown stool lift slightly off the ground as the chain that connected the ice-lock to her wrists was slipped under the ottoman's leg. And then, after the leg was lowered gently to the floor, she was again ensnared. And a hungry, lustful moan echoed across the basement.

There was fidgeting for a moment, and then someone knelt down on her left side and slid their hand lightly over her left breast. Her daughter.

"Very good, Mother," Michelle said in a soft, teasing voice. "I knew you wouldn't let me down." Then she leaned forward and flicked her tongue across her nipple. A moment later Penny sensed another body -- her son's -- kneeling down on her right side. Only this time no hands slid onto her breasts, and no tongue flicked across her nipple.

"Michael's here now, Mother," Michelle continued. "And he's naked, just like we are." She paused. "But you knew that, didn't you?"

Slowly, Penny nodded her head in affirmation.

"Do you want him to touch you, Mother?" Michelle went on. "Do you want your naked son to caress your breasts, like this? And do you want to him to kiss your nipple, like this?" And even before she could lower her lips to the aroused nipple below her, a loud groan filled the air as her mother's head quickly jerked up and down. A moment later there was a hand on each of Penny's breasts -- one male, one female -- and a tongue flicking across each of her nipples.

The dual tit assault went on uninterrupted for several minutes, with Penny groaning softly as she arched her back and lifted her breasts alternately to first one twin, then the other, until her daughter finally lifted her mouth and slid her hand down her mother's tummy and between her legs. Then, in a very soft voice, she spoke again.

"And do you want your naked son to rub your clit, like this?" she said as she slid her finger over her mother's love button.

"Unnnggghhhhh!" came the loud response as Penny thrust her hips upward, groaning as her daughter teased her button. But all too soon the hand withdrew from her swollen bulb and slid to her inner thigh, only to be replaced an instant later by her son's hand. And as the prone, captive woman writhed helplessly atop the ottoman, her daughter was moving her mouth back to her tit to continue the multi-pronged attack.

By now Penny was nearly completely gone, her body moving ever nearer to the brink of ecstasy while her mind quickly lost all touch with reality. But as ready for release as she was, Michael knew his role well, keeping up just enough pressure to keep her on edge, but not enough to allow her to crest the summit. 

And so it went . . . teasing, stroking, flicking, the twins having their way with both her breasts and her clit until Michelle once again lifted her head and spoke. 

"And do you want your naked son to finger-fuck your pussy, like this?" Only this time, it wasn't Michelle's fingers that teasingly led the way for her brother, it was her brother himself who slid his fingers from his mother's clit to her pussy and rammed them home.

"Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!" Penny gasped as her body went instantly into a spasmodic shock, writhing and convulsing atop the ottoman as the orgasm wracked her body. And even as she shivered and shook helplessly before him, her son kept up his attack, ramming his fingers in and out of her pussy without letup.

When Michael finally halted his assault, he withdrew his fingers and lifted his head towards his sister, finding her kneeling across their mother's body, staring at him with a look he'd recently become so familiar with, a hungry, lustful look that said 'fuck me! Fuck me now and fuck me hard!' And almost as if it had been rehearsed, the twins rose to their feet in unison, with Michelle sliding around the ottoman, then kneeling down directly between her mother's wide-spread legs, and Michael taking his position standing directly behind her. 

Michelle eased her fingertips to the inside of her mother's thighs and began tracing light little trails up and down their tender softness, smiling when her mother jumped and gasped her response. "Do you want to know what happens now, Mother?" she teased.

"Unnnggghhhhh," came the guttural response.

"Now I'm going to lay down on top of you, my breasts on your breasts, and my pussy against yours, and I'm going rub myself all over your body. Like this." And with that, she eased her torso downward, bringing it ever so slowly into contact with her mother's body while she circled her breasts around her mother's and rolled her pelvis against her pussy. Then she stretched her lips to her mother's left ear and whispered.

"And now, Mother, your son is going to kneel down behind me and fuck me." She paused, smiling at the sound of her mother's whimpering while her brother assumed his position.

"You should see his cock, Mother," Michelle continued in a whisper. "It's the most beautiful cock you've ever seen. It's big and thick, and shaped just right to hit that special spot." She paused again, waiting for another groan to filter through the gagged lips. "You know the spot, don't you, Mother?"

Another gasp filled the air, this one accompanied by a quick, jerky nodding of the head. 

And a moment after that another gasp filtered through the room, only unlike the first gasp, this one came from Michelle's mouth as her brother eased the tip of his cock into her waiting pussy, only to withdraw it a moment later.

"Oh, Mother," Michelle whimpered softly, still rubbing her breasts over her mother's. "He's teasing me now, giving me just the head of his gorgeous cock, then taking it away."

She paused, her breathing getting heavier as her brother continued to work her, giving her just the tip of his cock, then withdrawing it and spanking it on her wet, swollen lips.

"Ohhhhh!" Michelle gasped. "Make him stop teasing me, Mother. Make him give it to me." Then she ran her tongue around the inside of her ear while her mother whimpered and squirmed beneath her. "He's so mean, Mother. Make him give it to me."

"Unnnggghhhhh!" came her mother's reply, her head shaking up and down spasmodically.

But despite the pleas from his sister and mother, when Michael's cock next eased into his Michelle's pussy, it ventured in only a fraction farther, then stopped and withdrew slowly.

"Motherrrrrrrrr," Michelle whined. "He's not listening." Then she brought her lips as close to her mother's ear as she could. "I think, maybe, you're going to have to spank him, Mother. After all, he's such a naughty boy, teasing me like this." Then her tongue made another trip around the inside of her ear.

She withdrew her tongue from her ear, then turned over her shoulder to look at her brother. "Please, baby," she whimpered. "Give it to me now. Give it all to me. Show Mother what a stud you are." Then she turned her head back towards her mother. 




All Tied Up



"Fuck me, Michael," she said, her words definitely aimed more towards her mother than her brother. "Bury that big fat cock of yours in my pussy and fuck me like you've never fucked me before." And an instant later . . . 

"Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhh! Oh, shit!" Michelle screamed as Michael rammed his meat into her. "He's . . . doing it, . . . Mother," she managed to sputter as Michael began slamming his meat into her, pressing her back downward so she was crushed against her mother. "Oh, Christ!" Then another gasp for air. "Can you . . . feel him, . . . Mother? . . . Can you feel what . . . he's doing to me?"

Penny's muffled scream rang out in answer, "unnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" even as she thrust her loins hard against her daughter.

And it continued like that for maybe a minute before . . . "Oh, shit, Mother! . . . I'm gonna cum now . . . I'm gonna . . . cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm!" 

And no more than two seconds after Michelle's body erupted in orgasm, her brother began spewing his sperm, his spasmodic lunges further intensifying the contact between mother and daughter. 

And then it was over, and Michael's temporarily spent body collapsed on top of his sister, even as his mother continued to whimper helplessly and grind her hungry pussy against her daughter.

It was some time before Michael finally backed away from the two women. Once freed, Michelle leaned forward and planted a soft tender kiss on her mother's cheek. Then she pushed herself to her feet, turned to her brother and eased into his waiting arms.

The kiss they shared was soft and tender, and they pursued it without haste, playfully nipping and sucking on each other's lips while their hands wandered slowly, lovingly across each other's body. It wasn't until Michelle felt the tell-tale sign of her brother's renewed arousal that she eased away from him and eased around the ottoman. Once she was immediately behind her Mother's head she dropped to her knees, leaned over and slid her hands onto her breasts, squeezing them, then twirling their nipples between her fingers.

"You know what's next, don't you, Mother?" Michelle teased.

"Unnnggghhhhh!" came the low, guttural response, accompanied with an up and down nodding of the head.

Despite the fact that her mother appeared to know exactly what was coming next, Michelle continued her teasing.

"Now he's going to fuck you, Mother."

More unintelligible sounds rose from the captive woman atop the ottoman, even as she squirmed desperately while continuing to nod her head with herky, jerky movements.

"Is that what you want, Mother?" Michelle continued. "Do you want to feel your son's big, fat, beautiful cock in your wet, hungry pussy?"

"Unnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Michelle lifted her head and turned towards Michael. "I'm not sure, brother, but it appears she might want something from you."

"Unnnggghhhhh!"

By now the groans and moans coming from Penny's gagged mouth were almost constant, and the squirming and writhing atop the cushioned stool were verging on desperate.

"I told you not to worry, didn't I?" Michelle said to her brother, a sly wink accompanying her words. 

But Michael barely heard his sister's words as he sat poised on his knees between his mother's legs, his engorged cock a mere inch or two from her pussy, even as his own body shivered in anticipation.

Michelle turned her back to her mother. "Ready, Mother?" she whispered.

"Unnnggghhhhh!" And before the muffled groan could even clear her throat, Michael pressed the tip of his manhood against the hot, desperate pussy before him, eased the tip in and and then slammed it home. Then he slid it out and slammed it home again.

"Unnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Michael worked his mother like a man possessed, working his cock in and out of his mother's wide-spread pussy with a passion, consumed by the fact that the squirming mass of flesh beneath him was his birthplace. And even as that thought flew through his head, he was picking up his pace, attacking his birth home like his very life depended.

His mother, already further in the throws of pure animalistic lust than ever before in her life, came with an explosion that nearly rocked her world, a deep, guttural noise escaping her throat, even as she pulled hard against her wrist restraints and bucked atop the ottoman. 

But Michael wasn't yet finished with her. He kept up his hungry attack, thrusting his manhood into her so hard and so deep that he had to hold onto her sides to keep her from sliding away. He pummeled her mercilessly, driving into her over and over and over until finally, moments after yet another orgasm had ripped through his mother, Michael came, unleashing a torrent of cum into her pussy that brought him to the brink of collapse. 

He fell forward, his chest now lying directly on top of hers., clutching her desperately as the two sweat covered bodies continued to grind together, their motions becoming more and more spasmodic with each additional thrust until finally, after one final surge, their bodies went still, the only movement or sound still disturbing the silence coming from their lungs as they gasped for air.

Michelle waited until the two spent bodies finally got their breathing until control before reaching out and tapping her brother lightly on the shoulder.

Michael lifted his head and caught his sister's eyes, then gave her a dreamy, sleepy smile, a smile that said he may have finally caught his breath, but he still had a long way to go before the immensity of what he'd just done would fully sink in. Then he turned to his mother, moved his mouth close to her ear and whispered. 

"I love you, Mom."

This time, the moan he received in response wasn't a desperate, lust-filled sound like the ones that had previously spewed from her still gagged mouth, but a soft, gentle sound, a sound that no doubt meant, "I love you, too." Then, with that same dreamy, sleepy smile on his face, he pushed himself to his feet and backed away.

Michelle scooted to her mother's side. "I'm going to remove your gag now, Mother," she said.

Instead of the soft moan or simple nodding of the head she expected in response, it was a more blunt sound that escaped her mother's lips, a sound not completely unlike the sounds she'd made earlier. Only the sound she made now wasn't a pleading or begging, it was more like a 'No!' with a shaking of her head back and forth as confirmation.

"No?" Michelle question.

Another shaking of the head confirmed her interpretation. 

"Then you don't want me to unlock the cuffs, either?"

Again, the shaking head said 'no.'

Michelle took a deep breath and turned to her brother. "I guess she wants us to leave her here until the ice melts." The up and down movement of Penny's head that followed served as final confirmation.

"Well," Michael replied. "I guess that's okay. The ice shouldn't hold that much longer, anyway."

* * *

It was about a half hour before the ice melted enough to free Penny from her chains, but it was a half hour more than that before she woke up and tried it. When she finally did, she found almost no resistance as the ice lock easily came free.

With a soft moan, she eased herself upright and stretched her arms to the side. Then she slipped the ball-gag from her mouth and pulled the hood from her head.

In all she took about fifteen minutes to gather her wits, clean herself up a bit and slip on her robe. Then, after a long slow breath to calm her nerves, she made her way towards the stairs.

She found the twins when she rounded the corner to the kitchen, Michelle slowly pacing the floor while Michael stood leaning against the counter. Both heads turned immediately towards her, even as Michelle came to an immediate halt. Nobody said a word.

It was a short standoff, broken a handful of seconds after it started when Penny let a smile slip across her lips as she started across the small stretch of floor that separated her from her daughter. When she got there she lifted her hands to Michelle's face and and brushed them softly across her cheek.

"Thank you," she said in a soft voice, bringing her finger quickly to Michelle's lips when she parted them to respond.

"No," she continued. "We'll talk later. Right now, there's something I need to do, something I haven't been able to do for eighteen years." With that she leaned forward and planted a tender little kiss on her daughter's forehead. Then she turned and started towards Michael.

She came to a stop about a foot before her son, but said nothing. Then, as she'd done when her daughter opened her mouth to speak, she brought her finger to Michael's lips just as he was opening them to speak. Finally, when she was satisfied that he wouldn't speak, she lowered herself to her knees in front of her son and reached for his belt buckle.

* * *

The blow-job Penny gave her son in the kitchen while her daughter watched was far different from the frantic, desperate actions that had occurred earlier. Where before she'd been driven by lust, now she was driven by love. Where before she'd thrown herself at her children, frantically seeking to fulfill needs that had been far too long denied, now she took her son slowly, kissing his manhood, stroking it, licking it, and caressing it until finally, he unloaded himself into her waiting mouth. Only then did she stand and turn to her daughter.

"You were right," she said simply. "It is the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen."

In response, Michelle shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "I know." And then the two women broke out in laughter, falling into each other's arms for a long, loving hug.

It was several moments later when Penny finally pushed her daughter away and turned to her son. "Put your pants back on and join us in the living room. It's time I told you a bit more about your father."



All Tied Up



He lay me down gently, as he kissed me. 

"Hold on a second," he said, and rose from the bed. One by one, he lit candles around the room and then dimmed the lights. I sat half up in the bed, watching him create ambiance. I was propped on my elbows so that my chest stuck out, half intentionally. I was impressed at his thoughtfulness, and smiled to myself. We made eye contact and I bit my lip.

He came back and sat on the bed, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. I loved the way his lips felt- warm and hungry. I curled my legs up next to him and rolled my head back as he kissed my neck. The heat between my legs grew and I squirmed a little, pressing my chest against his. I held him so tightly my arms felt sore. I breathed in his scent (fresh and clean and warm) and lifted the hem of his shirt up and over his head. He lifted his arms and tossed it aside, revealing his toned pecs and biceps. He wasn't huge, but he was youthful and firm. His honey brown chest was completely hairless and he got goosebumps as I ran my fingers across it lightly. Again, we made eye contact and I touched his cheek and smiled, raising one eyebrow.

"Come here," he said, and stood next to the bed. He took my hand and drew me up to him, kissing me deeply as his hands wrapped around my waist tightly. He found the zipper at the back of my dress and slowly unzipped it while he kissed me. I caught it with my hands before it fell.

"Sit down." He obeyed, and sat on the edge of his bed, bulge in his pants rising. I swayed gently, clutching the dress around my chest. I turned and wiggled my butt a little to give him a show of my exposed back. I strutted away from him, stepping seductively in my tall heels, and turned slowly back to face him. His breath conveyed his desire- shallow and ragged, affected by my every move. I loved having him in this state. Nothing turned me on than the look on his face when my teasing gave way to indulgence- that moment when I gave him exactly what he wanted.

"Want more?" I asked, feigning innocence. 

"Uh-huh!" he said, and began to rise from the bed.

"Ah ah ah," I scolded, playfully pushing him back down with one hand while I held my dress up with the other.

As slowly as I could (because fighting my own desire was almost as hard as fighting his), I let the dress slip down over my breasts in my lacey black bra, down past my pale stomach, over my hips in my little black panties, down over my round butt, thighs, knees. I finally let it drop to the floor and stepped (in my black heels) delicately out. 

I pushed him down on the bed and jumped on top of him, straddling his hips and kissing him and giggling. He kissed back, wild with desire, his hands running all over my body, holding me close. Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, he held me tight and rolled me over, pinning my hands on either side of my head and straddling one of my thighs. He kissed me deeply and I moaned, grinding my pussy against his knee. I loved being under him, feeling his weight on top of me, trusting him.

"You look so hot. And you're mine now," he whispered. He kissed my neck, giving me goosebumps all over and making me get wet. I had always been a little self-conscious. I was young, and he was the first boy who had ever seen me in my underwear. He began to kiss his way down my neck and chest, leading to my stomach. It tickled a little, and I squealed and tried to cover my stomach with my arms. 

"Baby, no!" I pleaded, smiling sheepishly and blushing. 

"You're ok," he said, bringing his eyes to meet mine and pausing. "Please let me please you." I nodded, and bit my lip. Gently but firmly, he moved my arms to my sides and kissed the skin they had covered. 

His lips moved up between the valley of my breasts, alternatively warming and cooling my skin with every inhale and exhale. Every nerve awakened, and my breath caught as I reveled in the sensation. I stroked his hair gently, half-conscious and half drunk with the ecstasy of being touched.

"You are so beautiful," he said. "I want to kiss every inch of your body." His words intoxicated me, and my eyes closed softly as I succumbed to his kisses. He reached behind me and deftly unhooked my bra. With gentle fingers and soft kisses, he slipped the strap off one of my shoulders. I held the cups onto my breasts, torn between my own uncertainty and my desire to feel his lips everywhere.

"Don't worry," he said. "Let me make you feel good, baby." I slipped the bra off and tossed it aside, pulling him in to kiss him. His chest against mine felt so hot and intimate- I had never felt someone else's bare skin touch mine that way. He slid down my body and cold air rushed between us. My nipples instantly hardened. He sat up a little, took one breast in each of his warm, strong hands, and massaged them gently. 

"God I love your breasts," he murmured, gazing at my naked breasts before him. He leaned down and took one of my nipples into my mouth, squeezing the breast as he swirled his tongue around my areola. I arched my back up toward him and sighed. With his other hand he pinched my nipple lightly, rolling it between his fingers. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and suckled it. My mind fogged with pleasure and I gently held his head with my hands, not wanted him to move his mouth. 

My pussy got wetter and wetter and I pressed myself against his knee, writhing under the power of his incredible mouth. I reached my hands up above my head to the headboard, and pushed against it to press even harder against his knee. My pussy was on fire, and just as I pressed myself against him again, he bit my nipple sharply and flicked his tongue against the tip inside his mouth. I gasped and he smiled mischievously. He pressed up against me and slid up to kiss my mouth. His hands outlined my body from my hips to my ribs to my underarms, pressing gently till they clasped mine above my head.

"Trust me," he whispered. I nodded, ready to agree to anything to keep his mouth on me. His attention suddenly went to my wrist, and out of nowhere he has a silky rope. My mind raced and I realized he must have planned this, and had them there already, waiting for me. I raised one eyebrow and looked at him questioningly. His attention, however, was focused on tying my wrist, gently but tightly, to the bedpost above my head. 

I brought my free hand to his face, drawing him in to kiss me. He gently sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, driving me wild. He allowed me one more passionate kiss before he locked eyes with me, raised my other arm up, and tied me there.

I lay, wearing nothing but my wet panties, arms above my head. I was panting with desire, nipples engorged and aching to be touched, arching my back fruitlessly to feel his touch again.

He sat up and looked at me with a kind of desire I had never seen before. The bulge in his pants was huge and his chest was flushed.

"You look incredibly hot. I love making you squirm, baby. Stay right here, I'll be right back." He stood, kissed me deeply, and walked out of the bedroom before I could even protest.

To be continued...



All Tied Up



The room was darkened; curtains were drawn; the only light emanating from scented candles set on a mirrored dresser. Her lover guided her to the side of the bed as she drank in the atmosphere of the room. It was elegantly furnished with a walk-around canopied four-poster bed located in the center. He had promised her something special for this evening, and the setting certainly was different. 

They had enjoyed a late evening dinner in their favorite restaurant. They had danced to soft ballads played by a trio on a deck overlooking the Bay. Their bodies were glued together as he whispered about a surprise for later, one that he believed she would enjoy. 

Both married, they had been Internet lovers for months. They had traded stories and fantasies and opened their minds and exchanged erotic experiences. The anonymity of the net provided apparent security that encouraged them to express their most secret thoughts.

They started an affair and became lovers in the flesh. They met infrequently, but each meeting had been intense and fulfilling. Their rendezvous had a freshness that neither of them had experienced since their youth. They had walked and talked and dined and danced and drank wine and made love and fucked.

After dinner this particular evening, they had taken a cab to a condo overlooking the harbor owned by a good friend of his who was currently away on business. They undressed and donned 'His' and 'Her' robes before entering the bedroom.

Her lover untied the belt of her robe. She stood naked after he slipped it off of her shoulders. His arms went around her body as they kissed. He whispered to her, "You must trust me my love". He moved behind her and placed a blindfold over her eyes and tied it snugly behind her head. 

Her heart pounded with the uncertainty of being suddenly sightless, needing to rely on his support to remain standing. He guided her to the bed, laid her down and positioned her in the center while moving a pillow under her head. 

He fastened soft cuffs on her wrists, tying them to the posts each side of her head. She panicked a little; he sensed it and kissed her ear while whispering, "There is only pleasure to come my sweet one."

She did not relax however as he quickly tied her feet, her body now spread-eagled on the bed. She lay there exposed; totally vulnerable to her lover, her breasts splayed one to each side, and her pussy spread open, the lips glistening in the candlelight.

She realized that he had been inspired to do this by comments she had once made. She had admitted to him that she often fantasized about being restrained and fucked. She told herself to relax, that he was a gentle lover and would do nothing to cause her pain or distress. But doubt lingered in her mind as she tried to adapt to this real situation. She wondered if she knew him all that well.

"You must be quiet my love, we need silence to make this night special. No words exchanged, no matter what might happen." His gently spoken words were firm and commanding. She sensed him hovering over her as his lips found hers for a lingering tongue filled kiss.

He was kneeling on the bed beside her. She felt something soft caressing its way up her legs to her hips. It was most likely his hand in a soft fur glove. Her nerve ends were raw as she anticipated where he might next touch her. He teased and tantalized, hovering over the hairs on her mound, caressing her hips and the back of her legs, then moving up her soft belly to her breasts. Her nipples puckered in pleasant agony as he grazed the tips. 

She felt the bed lift as he moved off. And then he returned; she sensed his body leaning over her. A warm liquid was spilled on her breasts, belly, hips and thighs. 

She felt the bed move as he climbed up beside her once more. His strong hands begin to work the oil into her skin never ceasing to caress and massage. She could smell the scented fragrance of the oil, wafting up as his hands roamed effortlessly. She could sense her body softening and surrendering to the onslaught of slippery loving hands.

His fingers worked in between her legs, rubbing the oil along her pussy lips and back to her butt hole. A pause, then more warm oil was applied directly to her open slit. She arched her back upwards wanting the fingers to enter her. One and then a second oily finger worked between her lips, sliding easily up inside of her. She restrained a groan as the fingers caressed and teased her pussy, tapping inside as if searching for her G-spot. She was ready, she could come easily if he persisted, but he was suddenly gone from her side.

She was disoriented, what side of the bed was her lover on? Did she hear another person in the room? Was that a murmured voice, an unknown one? Her mind went back to the restaurant and her lover stopping at another table to talk to a man she did not know. Was he going to act on another of her admitted fantasies? She hoped not, all she wanted this night was his cock in her.

Suddenly her breasts were being kissed; a hand was rubbing her pussy, oh so gently. She could feel the lips swelling and becoming juicy. One nipple was now being sucked and licked. Now the other one, and back again; the fingers were working into her slit, two fingers in a 'V' shape slipping in and out, capturing her clit in between them. The heel of his hand crushed her mound as the fingers worked their magic. She was in a frenzy of anticipation.

She was powerless to act but did not want to stop the tease. Her breathing was becoming very sharp and quick. She was pushing her hips up in unison with the stroking of his fingers. She wished she could grab the hand and hold it while she humped it to her satisfaction.

Then she was alone, no touches anywhere on her body. She sensed her lover standing to one side, but was there another person in the room? She laid there, nipples swollen and hard, her pussy wet and slippery and wide open. Then more light filtered through the blindfold, a bed lamp must have been switched on. She was aware of shadows flicking behind the blindfold.

Suddenly he was on the bed, kneeling between her legs and she could feel warm breath on her open pussy, then a tentative touch. It was a tongue. It became more insistent, tracing the outline of her pussy lips, bottom to top and back to the bottom. Each time it made the pass, the tongue pushed more deeply inside her until she was receiving deep full licks, each one ending at her clit. She wanted to move her hands to hold the head and mash it against her, but she could not.

The mouth found her clit and sucked it in, the tip of the tongue flicking the hood. The lips closed on it, sucking gently, her breath came more quickly and she felt herself on the verge of an orgasm. She strained to push her mound against his face. 

Was there someone else at the side of the bed? It didn't matter; she just wanted to come, to get off, and to end this pleasant uncertainty. His mouth left her pussy, the person got off the bed. What was happening? There was only silence, then more murmurs.

Someone was on his knees between her legs. Hot hands lifted her butt and slid a pillow under her ass bowing her body upwards. A knob rubbed and pressed her pussy and worked itself into her. She bucked as much as she could, while trying to suck it into her. She needed relief from this pleasant torment.

A very hard cock was filling her, sliding slowly into her. She felt the bed sink beside her head, the person must have been leaning over her on extended arms as he forced his cock his slowly into her. She moaned, pushing her hips upward to take it all. He started fucking her. Almost immediately her ass cheeks began to clench involuntarily as she got off within a few strokes, almost passing out in release.

He sucked each lip, a tongue circled inside her mouth. Fingers rolled and pinched her nipples and suddenly the cock was gone, the weight lifted from the bed. She was panting, relieved but even more anxious now. 

It had seemed so strange. She suspected someone other than her lover had fucked her. Had it been that man her lover had spoken to in the restaurant? They had looked over at her for a moment as if she was the subject of discussion.

More movement, was there someone different between her legs? Her heart pounded as her lust rose once again. This time a body covered her as a warm stiff cock slid easily into her. No teasing this time, it was fully intent on plundering her very juicy cunt. This was her lover, no doubt, the feel and scent of him was certain to her mind. His lips and tongue, the way he grabbed and held her ass cheeks as he fucked her, were his trademarks. 

He was in a stage bordering on rage as he pounded away at her. His cock had never felt so big and so hard. The long tormented foreplay had finally caught up to him and he felt as if he owned this woman. He exploded inside her, his body jerking and flailing uncontrollably. He continued to cover her body for some time. His cock remained firm and hard as her pussy contracted and released around it.

He had arranged this evening to please his lover, and he was surprised at the zeal with which he had carried out his part. He had never imagined that controlling and dominating a woman would be such a turn-on.

They were both too shocked to speak for some time. Eventually she felt him lift up, sliding his cock out of her creamed slippery pussy. 

She had never experienced such raw emotion. She continued to lay there exhausted as he removed the blindfold and ties. She looked wildly around the room for the other man. But there was only her lover standing there smiling at her. He bent and picked up a strap-on dildo from the floor and swung it before her eyes.

"You bastard," she barked, "You are evil."

He climbed on the bed beside her and they lay side by side facing each other. "You are not angry with me are you baby? I did it to please you and to explore one of your fantasies. Well, maybe two of your fantasies."

She smiled, "No, of course I am not angry. It was scary and exciting and wildly erotic. I have never come twice in such a short time."

He said, "Good, I hoped that you would enjoy it. I was surprised at how much I got into it. Did the suggestion of another man scare or excite you?"

"It did both. I thought that I heard someone else, and then I knew that it was not you the first time a cock went in me. I was almost certain you had brought that man from the restaurant," she smiled.

He said, "I almost cum myself when I strapped that dildo on and fucked you with it. That was what made me so wild when I finally did mount you." A pause, then hesitantly, "If we do something like this again, would you want me to bring another man?"

She sighed, "Baby I don't know. It is both exciting and forbidden to think of taking two men, although it has been a fantasy of mine for a long time."

She rolled on top of him, rubbing her still full tits on his chest. She parted her legs and rubbed her wet pussy on his upper thigh. He found her ass cheeks and fondled her as they kissed in wild abandon once more. She pressed her mouth close to his ear, as if someone might hear her and said, "Yes, bring someone."



All Tied Up



He was a handsome man, a little older than me, perhaps 35 or so, but very athletic looking, with big strong arms, a thick neck, a tiny waist and buns. I couldn't help but to wonder what he was thinking about, blindfolded, nude and flat on his back with his hands and feet tied spread eagle to the king-sized bed. Well, whatever it was, it wasn't sex. His penis was limp as a wet handkerchief, just hanging there, off to one side a little. Then, I wondered if I might be able get him interested in something to take his mind off of his predicament.

I put my hand on his stomach and slid it down to his cock. With a start he said, "Who are you and what do you want with me?"

"We are kidnappers and we want your company to give us some money. My friend is contacting them right now."

It was a very nice cock but there was absolutely no response to my caresses. The skin of his stomach was silky-smooth but his dick was still soft as it ever was. "You won't get any money out of them. I am very small peanuts, I am just the bookkeeper."

Did we make a mistake? "I don't believe you, you are the big cheese. I saw you coming out of the presidents office."

"Yes, but I was only there for a meeting. The big boss is Rex Wilson, my name is Tom Reid"

OH, shit, now what? He moaned a little when I gave his still limp pecker a hard squeeze. All I could do was to wait for Lucile to get back.

Damn! She's been gone for almost three hours. What in the hell has happened to her? I never should have hooked up such a kook but she was my ex-sister, and an old school friend and we believed it was quick, easy money. And since my husband died, I needed money, a lot of money!

He was wiggling around in the bed something fierce. "Lady, I've got to go to the toilet"

"What do you want me to do? I'm not going to untie you."

"Well if you don't do something I am going to wet the bed."

"OK, hold on." I went into the bathroom and got a basin from the cabinet and took it back to him. "Roll over a little and go in this."

"I can't see, how can I do it?"

"I'll help you. I'll loosen the rope on your right leg a little and you can roll over on your side." 

He did and I held his dick while he peed into the basin. There was something erotic about the feeling of his cock as the urine squirted out. I think he felt it too because it began to get a little bigger. When he finished I took the basin back into the bathroom and emptied it. As an after thought, I wet a washcloth under the water tap and went back to wipe him off.

Again he jumped when I touched him. "Wh — what are you doing? God damn that's cold!"

"Just cleaning you up a little. Why don't you have any hair on your body? Is it some sort of disease?"

"No, I use to swim competitively and we used a depilatory to take off the hair. I still do it because it makes me feel cleaner. Don't you shave your – ah – privates?"

"No, I only trim but I like the look of your hairless cock and balls. Maybe I will try it someday, it does look neater and cleaner."

My hands, fondling and caressing, had his full attention now. He was almost erect and looked like he was enjoying what I was doing. 

I was getting into it too, my pussy was tingling. "I'll bet your wife or girlfriend likes the look and feel of that."

"Ha, my ex didn't like it enough to keep from divorcing me and taking everything I had. She even gets half of my paycheck. I can't afford a girlfriend. That's why what you're doing feels so good."

It must have felt very good; there was a glistening of precum on the end. On a whim, I dipped my head and licked at this treasure, something I hadn't seen or tasted in a long time. "MMM, you taste pretty good."

He was flopping around like a fish out of water. "Oh God, don't tease me, I haven't had sex with another person for over a year."

"Well, neither have I, not since my husband died. Hold still and let me nurse on your penis. I like to do that, don't you?"

He tried to hold still but he couldn't. In just a couple of minutes he was fucking my mouth like a trip hammer and I loved it. I was able to loosen my shorts and pull them and my panties down to expose my very wet pussy. With one hand I was holding his cock to keep him from sticking his dick all the way down my throat and with the other I was fingering myself, rapidly approaching climax.

He stiffened and shouted, "OH, my God, I'm going to cum!" and he did, buckets and buckets of soft, white, gooey, delicious cum. It was all over my face, his cock, his balls, the bed and everywhere. There was even some in my hair.

I didn't care; I was so close that it only went to heighten my own orgasm, which followed moments later. I felt it running out of me and down my leg, but I kept rubbing until I was so sensitive that I could barely move.

"What's happening?" I had forgotten about him and the fact he was blindfolded. I realized I was still jacking his dick up and down. 

"Just take it easy mister. I'll clean you up."

"I know that this isn't the best time for this but I want to thank you. Will you tell me your name?"

"I shouldn't, but since we had sex together, you can call me Jo, and I'll call you Tom."

"Did you cum too?"

"Yeah, I guess I should thank you too."

"I wish I was the one who made you cum. I love to make a woman have a climax with my tongue. There is nothing as good as the taste of pussy."

"Keep that shit up and you may get your wish. Right now, I need to clean us both up before my partner gets back."

The old farmhouse belonged to Lucile's family who had abandoned it years ago. It was run down and the only furniture was in this bedroom. At least the water was still on but I knew there was no electricity. I went about my duties and had every thing shipshape in a few minutes. That was everything but his cock, which was still fairly hard. 

Every time I wiped it, he smiled. "I wish I could see what you look like."

"Not on your life, I don't want you to be able to identify me when we let you go."

"They won't pay any ransom for me, and I don't have any money, so what are you going to do? You might as well let me go now. If you do, I wont make any trouble."

He had me; I didn't know what was going on except we fucked up. "Just shut up and let me think."

He interrupted my thoughts when he said, "You know, you could sit on my face and let me eat your pussy while you are thinking. I haven't tasted a woman for a long time. My wife use to say it was by far my best talent. Besides, I know you would like it and I couldn't identify you from the taste."

I must say it was appealing. I hadn't had sex with anything but a vibrator or my finger in almost three years. "I may take you up on that, but I have a knife, if you try anything funny, I'll cut your balls off." I didn't have a knife but he didn't need to know that.

I took off my shorts and panties and crawled up on the bed. I straddled his stomach and started to inch foreword.

He shivered a little and said, "God you are going to let me do it. You must be pretty bothered, I can feel the wetness from your cunt on my chest."

"Just shut up and eat." I slid up far enough so that my pussy was completely covering his mouth. I looked down at him and wanted to remove the blindfold and look into his eyes but I didn't. His tongue, slipping in and out of my pussy, felt wonderful but his arms, tied to the top of the bed, was uncomfortable for me but I didn't dare untie him.

Damn it felt good. I had hold of the headboard and was rocking back and forth on his mouth. Now and then he gave a little grunt and I wondered if he was having trouble breathing but I really didn't care.

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum."

"MMMM."

"Oh, yes, that's it! Keep doing that! Oh, god here I cum. Oh now, now, now, Oh!"

I was so spent that it was all I could do to slide backwards a little, just enough to free his mouth.

He said, "You taste very good. I wish we could do that properly without me tied up like this. Your pussy juice is all over my face and my cock is hard as a rock."

He was right! I turned and looked only to see that it was waving proudly in the air, stiff and swollen. I slid backward a little more and, by rising up, was able to slip it easily into my wet pussy. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him but I had to remember why he was here and, besides, that portion of his face I could see was slick with my pussy juice.

Although he was tied hand and foot, he was able to bounce me up and down, his long cock plunging in and out of me. It felt almost as good as his tongue had earlier. I was surprised at his stamina. We must have been fucking for at least 10 minutes before I felt a new orgasm coming over me. I could feel it building deep inside me and I tried to delay it to make him cum at the same time but soon I had to satisfy my own urges. I leaned forward and let his hard dick rub against my clitoris with every stroke. 

I was just beginning my third climax of the day when he grunted, "Oh god, I am going to cum again."

And he did. I could feel each pulse of his warm jitsm as it shot into me. That was all I needed to push my buttons and soon I was caught up in the same exhilaration he was. The sensation of orgasm once again washed through my body. The experience was so complete I was left weak and gasping for breath. I collapsed on top of him and could feel his warm breath on my ear. I snuggled tight against him, closed my eyes and basked in the warm afterglow of coatis. 

I was almost asleep, so it startled me a little when he said, "You smell good. I wish I could see what you look like. I would really like to hold you in my arms and kiss you. I don't think I ever enjoyed sex as much as this." I just held on to him and put my head back down on his chest.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!" It was Lucile and she was really pissed.

I leaped off the far side of the bed, wearing only my blouse, his cum running down my legs. His cock was still sticking straight up and was shiny with my pussy juice. "I – er -- we – it's not what you think – er -- what ever it looks like."

"IT LOOKS LIKE YOU WERE FUCKING HIM! DO I HAVE THAT WRONG?"

"We were just passing time. I was lonely and seeing him nude made me horny so I took advantage of the situation. Don't you think he has a beautiful cock?"

For the first time, Lucile looked at him. "Yeah, it is beautiful but smells like pussy in here. Just what did you two do and how long have you been at it?"

Lucile wasn't looking at me now; she seemed mesmerized by his stiff, hard, cock. I watched as her hand absentmindedly went down and began to rub her own crotch.

I tried to explain, "I was just fondling it a little and it looked so nice I sucked on it some and it made me really hot and he said he was an expert at eating pussy and so I let him eat mine and then I thought it was only right that I make him cum too so I sat on his dick and fucked him a little." 

For the first time in quite a few seconds, Lucile looked at me. Then her manner softened and she asked, "Was he any good at eating pussy?"

I looked at him and then back at Lucile before I said, "Oh, god yes. He made me cum in just a few minutes."

Lucile had her hand down the front of her jeans now. Suddenly, as if she had just come to her senses she pulled her hand out and said, "Well as much as I would like to find out, we fucked up. He is the wrong guy and we have to get out of here and let him go."

I could see that Lucille was visibly shaken and wasn't thinking right so I said, "Don't you think we should wait an hour or so, until it's dark outside?"

"Yes, you're probably right. It blew my mind to find out, after all our planning, we grabbed the wrong guy. I'm shaking like a leaf. I need to sit down and relax for a few minutes."

For the first time since Lucile came back, Tom spoke up and said, "I told you I was the wrong guy. Untie me now and I will help you relax."

"Do you think I'm crazy? I'm not about to untie you so you can identify us." Lucille's hand was rubbing her crotch again.

"Then leave me tied up and do the same as your friend did. Sit on my face and let me make you cum." 

I joined in. "Go ahead, Lucille, it will make you feel good, I can attest to that. I haven't felt this relaxed in years." I was still standing across the bed from her, nude from the waist down, the product of our lovemaking still oozing out of my pussy.

I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she stood there, still absentmindedly rubbing her pussy. Suddenly, she reached a decision, started undoing her jeans and said, "O K, I'll do it."

She dropped her jeans and stepped out of them. I could see that the crotch of her panties was already wet. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and, pulled down, and stepped out of them. I had never seen her nude before so I was quite surprised to see that she, like Tom, was completely devoid of pubic hair. I stood, almost in shock, as she pulled her blouse off over her head, baring a beautiful set of breasts.

I think the thing that shocked me most was the beauty and symmetry of her body. I know I had always been a little intimidated by her. She was a big woman, at least 5 inches taller than me, perhaps 5 feet 9 inches or so. She wasn't fat, just big, at least 140 lbs. For some unknown reason I had always suspected that she might be a lesbian, so I was pleasantly surprised to think she would like to have a man eat her pussy.

I was mesmerized as she climbed up on the bed and inched her way up to cover his mouth with her wet pussy. I watched as she took hold of the headboard, tilted her head back, closed her eyes and began a slow, rhythmic rocking motion, alternately moving her hips up and down, letting his magic tongue caress her in the most private place. I remembered what it felt like and soon could feel the warm moisture starting to ooze out of me again. While I watched I noticed that his dick had started to get hard one more time.

I couldn't stand it. I climbed up behind her and slowly lowered myself onto his rigid cock, once again impaling myself on his wondrous, fat, implement of glory. I rested my head on Lucile's shoulder, snaked my hands under her arms, felt those magnificent breasts, closed my eyes and departed on another trip to the land of ecstasy. Although I was encased in my own little world, I was aware that her nipples were hard and big as acorns. Her slow deliberate movement had increased in tempo so much that she was almost pushing me off my perch. He was making muffled, unintelligible sounds and grunts but I could tell by the way he was bucking me up and down that we were all close to cuming to an end of our journey.

I think Lucile was first. With a soft intake of breath she stiffened, began to make a low grunting sound and started to make a circular motion on his mouth, designed to drive his tongue as far up into her as she could get it. While she was doing that, I, for the fourth time that day, surrendered to the pressure of his cock on my clitoris and had another climax that left me weak and barely able to breathe.

I still had my hands around Lucile and felt her muscles tense. This was followed by a series of muscle contractions and relaxations. Her moans soon tapered off to a small whimper. 

She turned around and roughly pushed me out of the way. "Let go of me and get out of the way, I want to suck his cock."

On her knees, alongside of him on the bed, with her ass high in the air, she swallowed his dick all the way down to his balls. I looked at him and he had a smile on his sloppy wet face. A look of rapture slowly replaced what little of the smile I could see. Within moments his hips were driving his cock hard into Lucile's mouth. Lucile was taking all he could give her and looked like she wanted more. Her ass was toward me and she had spread her legs a little. She was fingering her pussy with her free hand. 

I thought. "What the hell," and pushed her hand out of the way and replaced it with mine. When I touched her clit I was amazed by it's size. I was at least a half an inch long and was sticking out of her pussy lips like a tiny little pecker. I could easily roll it between my fingers.

I knew she liked what I was doing because she opened her legs just a little wider and made a low, almost humming sound. "MMMMMMM."

He was jerking up and down, the same as he had when I was blowing him, making little sucking sounds. I could tell he was close when he stopped moving and held his whole body stiff. I was surprised when I saw his semen dripping out of the side of Lucile's mouth, I wouldn't have thought he had any left.

Lucile was fucking my fingers for all she was worth. Soon, she stopped sucking on him, raised her head, closed her eyes and had one hell of a climax. I had been rubbing my pussy again but I just didn't have anything left.

By the time we got everything cleaned up and got dressed it was getting dark outside. Since our plan had fallen apart, I looked to Lucile for guidance. "How are we going to release him?"

"Get him dressed. We'll put him in his car, loosen the ropes a little and leave him in the car on some deserted road." She spoke to him. "Look Tom, we are going to let you go without hurting you, but we know who you are and how to find you. If you say anything about this we will fix it so you never get another piece of ass again!" 

"Lady, I won't say a word. In fact if you are serious about getting some money out of that fat cat, Rex Wilson I can probably help you. And, if you ever want to do this again, I'm your man." 

We did exactly as Louise planed. I didn't hear anymore about it until almost two months later. My doorbell rang and there on the porch stood Lucile and Tom, arm in arm, both grinning from ear to ear. "Well, aren't you going to invite the new bride and groom in? We have a hell of a plan to get some money out of the Wilson Company."

Copyright © 10-24-2001 by Dinghy5(Jo). All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.



All Tied Up



You've tied me to the four corners of the poster bed, naked, face up, with leather straps. This is not at all unusual, as we have been following this ritual each week for the last year. I find it quite exciting. You seem to get something out of it, although I'm not sure I would call it sexual gratification. I don't know WHAT I would call it.

Anyway, the ritual usually follows a script which has become so routine that we can enact the play without you even having to talk anymore. I like this. It gives me a feeling of security. But today is different. You tied me up, and as I awaited the next step, you announced,

"I'm going out. I won't be long." 

And you walked out the door.

I glance at the clock beside me. It says 3:30 p.m. You have been gone for an hour and a half. I am getting nervous. I have to pee. I itch in several places. I am not feeling the least bit sexual. In fact, I'm wishing I could get dressed and each a late lunch.

As my mind wanders, I hear the door open, and then slam very hard. I shudder. You enter the room. You are moving quickly. You remove your jacket, and throw it across the room. 

You say "God Damn it, I got stuck in a damn traffic jam, I got cut off by asshole drivers twice, and to make matters worse, the store didn't have what I wanted."

You are scaring me a bit, so I whisper "I'm sorry, Miss Linda." 

You turn on me, and say "Shut up, Robert. It's not your fault, and you don't need to grovel, at least not right now. I'm going to give you what you need, but I'm not in the mood." 

I feel better knowing that you will be punishing me, perhaps even more than usual, which gets me excited. I start to get hard again, even though I have to pee. Actually, having to pee makes me even harder.

I pay you a lot for your weekly services, but you are damn good, no one better. So I guess I can tolerate a slight deviation from the usual ritual. You approach the bed, and remove all of your clothes except your corset, garters, and leather bra. You are about to begin the familiar ritual, when you stop and look at my cock.

"You know Robert, sometimes I get tired of giving you pain and pleasure when I get nothing back except money. I have not been doing well in my personal life, and I have been incredibly horny for the last 2 weeks. Let's have some fun."

This frightens me. 

"Miss Linda, please don't change what you do. I need that." 

"Robert, you are my slave. You are to do whatever I tell you to do, and you will like it." 

Now this little speech has me hard as a rock. It's what I want from you, and if it means a variation on the ritual, so be it.

You stare at my cock, and begin to remove your remaining clothing. First your bra, slowly, unbuttoned from the back, dropped to the floor. Then your garters, one at a time, thrown to the other end of the bedroom. Finally your corset, and your thong. You stand before me naked. I have never seen you naked before, nor have I had any particular desire to, but I must admit that you have a killer body, one that a man with normal sexual inclinations would find incredibly enticing.

"Robert, you have never seen me naked, and you have never had sex with me, nor has that ever been in the plan. We are going to rectify that right now."

Once again I am frightened, as I have had so little "normal" sexual experience in my life. My hard-on wilts. You notice. 

"I know you are nervous, but you are in capable hands, and I will not hurt you."

You come closer and clutch my cock in your hand. I must admit it feels good. You start to stroke up and down, and I get hard again. You stop, move off to the dresser, and retrieve our favorite lubricant, one which we normally use for anal penetration. You put some on your hand, and resume stroking. This is an AMAZING feeling. 

I look over at you, and you are staring at my cock, and your eyes are getting glazed. I have never seen you in a state of want before. I don't know quite what to make of it, but I am now feeling quite turned on, so I don't want to spoil things by saying anything at all.

You remove your hand, get a chair, and the tube of lubricant. You put the chair right next to the bed, stand on it, put some lube on your hand, and (I can't believe I'm seeing this), you start to massage your pussy, sliding easily over it with your greased up fingers. You are standing on the chair so that I can see everything you are doing. I watch in admiration and stunned silence. You close your eyes and rub harder. You put 3 fingers inside yourself, and I see drops sliding down the side of your left thigh. I know what that is, although I've never seen it before now.

You start to sway back and forth, and I am concerned that you might fall. I go to try to stabilize you, but I'm stopped short by the leather ties, which by this time I had totally forgotten about. My cock is frantic at this point, and I'd really like to touch you, but I can't.

You open your eyes. 

"I know what you want, Robert. And I'm going to give it to you."

You get down off the chair and climb up on the bed. You are on your knees by my side, staring at my throbbing cock. You throw your leg over me so I am being straddled. You touch your cunt to the tip of my cock, and then stop. 

"Robert, how much do you want this?" 

"Oh, Miss Linda, I want it very, very badly."

"Robert, are you prepared to be a good boy and do as you are told?"

"Yes, Miss Linda, I truly am. And I am sorry for anything that I may have done to offend you, whatever that might have been." 

"Good. That's the right answer."

You lower yourself onto my cock, impaling your insides, dropping all the way down until your ass touches my thighs. You sit for a bit and look at me. I try to move up and down to get that feeling back, but you push down harder to keep me still. 

"Robert, you are not to move a muscle, is that clear?" 

"Yes, Miss Linda."

You know I will obey, so you start to move up and down very slowly on my shaft, at the same time using your greased finger to rub your clit. Your eyes close again. You move a little faster, and rub a little more intensely. I really want to move with your rhythm, but have been forbidden to do so. I lie perfectly still, arousal overtaking my entire body.

You speed up some more, and your breathing gets shallow and fast. You start to moan. I start to moan.

"Shut up, Robert." 

I quiet right down. My cock is feeling very hot and ready to explode. I know enough about sex to know that I better not cum before you do, or there will be hell to pay. So I scrunch up my sphincter, and squeeze my hands tightly and pray. 

You keep on going and going, faster and faster, your finger moving rapidly on your clit, and then you stiffen, let out a scream, and cum violently. 

You keep moving up and down, but I have been concentrating so much on you that now I can't return to that point of no return. You slow down, and finally lift yourself off of me.

"That was very nice, Robert. You were a good boy. Oh, I see that your cock is still very, very hard, and throbbing uncontrollably. Would you like some release?"

"Yes, Miss Linda." 

"Well, fine. But I think I'll get dressed and go out again to get a coffee. Having a great orgasm makes me sleepy." 

I can't believe you just said that. I'm tied to the bed and I need an orgasm so badly that I could practically rip out the leather straps myself. 

"Please, Miss Linda, Please." 

"Oh, Robert, are you begging?" 

"Yes Miss Linda, I am. Please don't leave. Please give me release." 

"Robert, I like when you beg."

You come over to the side of the bed again, and this time you put your mouth over my cock, and start to suck. Well, it's a very short trip from your 6 or 7 deep throated sucks to the most intense orgasm of my life. I jam into your mouth, and you don't resist. I cum and cum, and I am writhing and pulling at the straps. I am dizzy and glad that I am laying down, or I would fall down. 

This feeling lasts for what seems like forever, but is probably only a half minute. I calm down, you remove your mouth from my shrinking cock, and say,

"See, Robert, what you get for being a good boy?" 

"Yes, Miss Linda, I do. Thank you so much."

You pick up your clothes and start to get dressed. I am still tied to the four corners and you don't seem to care. You are now fully clothed, and about to put your coat on. I don't know if its OK to speak without being spoken to, but I really have to pee, and I can't let you leave me tied up all night. 

"Miss Linda, I'm so sorry to speak without your permission, but would you please untie me?"

You look at me with scorn. 

"Why should I?" 

I don't really want to say "because I still have to pee," after what has just transpired. 

So I say "because I have to pay you." 

You laugh. 

"That's the right answer." 

You untie me, I rub my ankles and wrists to get the blood flowing again, and I sit up.

"Miss Linda, I am going to pee, and I will be back with the checkbook."

"That's my boy, Robert."