0 comments/ 6939 views/ 1 favorites Woken By: kinkybootskell We lay talking in bed, our bodies tangled together beneath the sheets, although no significant events had ensued. We talked as we got dressed (or rather, undressed) for bed, kissed fiercely once atop the covers, and had a tickle war beneath the sheets. We lay spent, but from no sexual exertion, by any means. After we decided it was bad for our health because neither of us could breathe any longer, we collapsed, exhausted, onto the mountain of pillows near the solid oak headboard. We never seem to lie on our own separate sides of the bed, but always seem to curl our bodies and mold together throughout the night, always seeming to wake up holding each other. Tonight would be different. We casually conversed about our relationship, how work is going, and other colloquial chat. I drifted off into a mellow sleep listening to your voice, with my head laid on your chest listening to your heartbeat, and your fingers work their way through my long soft tresses of deep reddish auburn hair. I feel your moist lips press against my forehead before I fall into a deep sleep. My dream. I remember it vaguely. I had been cuddling with you but you had to get up for something. I felt you move from beneath me as I stretch out between the cool cotton sheets. While you're away, I drift off into a restful sleep. Then I feel it... maybe your finger? It's cold as ice. I wake immediately to find it is ice. You have a rectangular cube dripping less than an inch above my now erect nipple. I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light, only to feel a surprisingly warm sensation. I recognize that sensation, but it's more delightful than usual in this dream. Your tongue swirls around the stiff nub, gently taking it between your teeth and flicking across it with the tip of your wet tongue. Your lips form a suction cup around the whole nipple and you begin to suck with fervor. The warm sensation after the chilling ice is completely new to me. I begin to stir beneath the sheets in my deep slumber at the sensual dream. The cold again. The ice is pressed into the skin just between my soft, round breasts. It trails down for a moment and stops just at the bottom of my ribcage. Then follows your warm tongue again. The sensation is unbearable. I try to shift my hips but the weight of your body presses into mine, making me paralyzed beneath your ministrations. A soft moan escapes my lips. You look up quickly to see if I've woken from my sleep, unsure of my reaction. You find me still blissfully dreaming, my eyes wide shut, and a sly smile spread across my face. You imagine me dreaming about what you're doing to me, knowing it's actually happening, and reassure yourself that when I wake, I will thoroughly be enjoying the pleasure which you are delivering. Your hand travels down the center of my firm stomach, past my belly button ring, followed by the ice cube and lastly your tongue. My soft skin forms a slight film of sweat covering my whole body, and you grin as your erection twitches at the thought of the sweat dripping off our bodies as we make love. The ice has now melted and chilled my skin, causing goosebumps to raise across my warm body. You hope I'll wake up soon so you can stop being so slow and gentle, but you enjoy the thought of teasing me in my slumber and interrupting my dreams with the soft delicate pleasures you're applying to my sensitive flesh. Your tongue and teeth move back up to my other nipple, only to find it soft, melting into the flesh of the large, round breast piled beneath it. You watch my chest rise and fall as I breathe, a bit ragged, before you flick your tongue out. You continue to catch the tip with the rhythm of my breath until it's as hard as you are. Your mouth clamps down as you forcefully insert two fingers into my wet pussy. You feel my back arch as your tongue swirls around the hot swollen flesh and a gasp comes from deep within me. Immediately, you feel my right hand go to the back of your head, pushing harder. You grin with a mouthful of breast as I moan and buck my hips into your hand. My eyes remain closed as I try to separate reality from the dream. For, it was the dream in which you dripped ice across my breast and stomach, and kissed me softly as you slowly massaged my pussy with your large, masculine fingers. As a few moments passed, I realized I didn't care whether or not I was still dreaming. I cared only about the impending orgasm racking my body from your fingers massaging my g-spot, and thumb pressing delicately on my swollen clit. Suddenly, all sensation stopped. My eyes shot open within moments, wondering whether or not everything was a dream and you were still sleeping silently beneath me. My immediate fear was that I had been grinding my pussy into you if you had been asleep. I soon realized you were leaning above me, waiting for me to become coherent. A wide smile was spread across your face, and I soon joined your amusement. You traced your fingers from the top of my pussy up the front of my stomach, and massaged the juice into my stiff nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned as you continued your assault on my most intimate, completely aroused flesh. Your fingers found my mouth as I licked and sucked the remaining juice. The thought of me tasting myself to you was unbearable, and you desired the same delicious treat I had just received. You didn't spend time working your way down my body, making me beg for your tongue inside me. I felt your hands pressing the insides of my thighs apart, and immediately thereafter your mouth was attached to my lower lips, probing deep inside. It was as though you were making out with my pussy, but rather than my tongue snaking into your mouth to kiss you back, my clit throbbed as you sucked on it hard. My thighs tightened around your head, forcing you to eat me harder. My sighs turned to ethereal moans, warning you of the impending flood of delicious fluid and orgasmic seizure. Your grip on my clit tightened as your tongue flicked it between your teeth, and your fingers pressed inside me at a rapid pace. Soon enough, I was undulating beneath you and screaming your name. You sucked at the entrance to my tight pussy, probing for more of the delicious substance, but I soon pushed your head away. You pressed yourself upwards, all of your weight landing atop my slender body, kissing me madly and passionately, as though you had not been kissed in years. Your tongue found mine and swirled around, and I could taste my pussy on your breath. My body reacts to the kiss, trying to press harder into yours, as if trying to become closer—though not one inch of skin was left without contact of your strong body. I was unable to reach between us to stroke your massive hard on, because your hips were pressing into me so urgently. I could tell what you needed. You didn't want a hand. Or a tongue. Or a throat. You wanted to be deep inside, penetrating the very depths of my core, watching another orgasm rack my supple body as my pussy contracts and clenches around your massive cock. And so, I spread my legs as wide as I could, raising my hips off the bed. You smiled a devilishly naughty smile as you positioned yourself at the tight entrance and pushed inside. You let only the head slide in, not only teasing me but putting immense pressure and pleasure on the head of your cock. I clenched the walls inside, giving you a very personal massage as you pushed deeper into me. Soon enough, you were buried to the hilt, not moving only to enjoy the sensations of being inside me once again. It had only been a day, but it had felt like an eternity. Your sexual tension overtook your body as you began pistoningu in and out of me, feeling the warm, inviting, soaked flesh massage your entire cock. You leaned forward and took my hands in yours. I had been holding your shoulders, digging my nails into them not only because of the pleasure, but also for stability. Your rapid strokes were pushing me further up the bed, nearing the headboard, and I needed to hold on. You moved them above my head, just below the headboard. This allowed us to hold on as you thrust your hips deep inside me, and it also caused me to heave my chest upward. You bent your back to take a hard nipple between your teeth. This time you are relentless. You do not nibble, but rather you scrape the tender nubs with your teeth, making me scream in a contrasting mix of stark pleasure and pain. I'm unable to respond. You've pinned my hands forcefully over my head, so I can only thrust my hips back at you, wrapping my legs around you and raising my hips further for you to push deeper. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're going to cum. I begin to orgasm on your cock, squeezing you tight within me, crying out in sheer pleasure as you clamp down on my nipple. You refuse to cum when I do, but allow me to ride out the tremendous waves of pleasure. My fingers dig into your hands, pulling and straining to be released so I can touch you, but you deny me the simple pleasure. I'm astonished at your forcefulness, and love the feeling of being completely possessed by you. I'm not completely coherent still. I feel you pull out of me rapidly, and my immediate instinct is to open my mouth. Yet I'm met with a very different action from you. You straddle my waist and thrust your enormous cock between my breasts. You take one of your hands to hold them together, creating sensational pressure surrounding your cock, sliding between the hard nipples and warm supple mounds of my D-sized flesh. You continue to hold my hands above my head with your one arm, and I do my best to catch the head of your cock with my tongue as you thrust between my breasts. I can taste myself, I can smell my cum on my chest from your cock and it drives my wild. I want you back inside me, but I see your first spurt of cum splash from the tip of your cock, and open my mouth eagerly to swallow your seed. You continue to pump, now using both of your hands to clamp my large breasts around your cock as your orgasm subsides and the cum stops seeping from your still-hard member. I release your hands with my own and take your cock in my mouth, sucking the remaining cum from you and feeling you soften on my tongue. You pull out and move beside me, spent, on the bed. I dip my fingers into the small puddle the pooled in the valley between my breasts and swallow it eagerly. You massage my chest gently, knowing I'm sore from your slightly rough intrusion. You smile at me and I grin back knowingly. "So much for a good night's rest," I tell you playfully. "Ok, fine, I won't wake you up in the middle of the night anymore..." you tell me in response. "Mmm, baby, you better wake me up like that again..." I smile and kiss you softly on the lips, able to taste the mixture of our sweat and cum still, smiling inwardly. I curled up with you holding me and pulled the covers over us; the slight breeze in the room blowing past our sweaty skin sending shivers through the both of us. You felt my goosebumps and thought only of how sexy it was watching my body respond to the ice across my nipples, and stomach, and pussy. "Could you feel the ice?" you ask hesitantly, unsure of whether I'm asleep yet. "Mmm, I thought I was dreaming that part..." I told you weakly, through a deep yawn. "What else did you think you were dreaming," you asked as you placed a loving kiss on my delicious lips. "I don't know, but if this was a dream, then I don't wanna wake up." I smile and nod off, back into the restful slumber from which you had woken me about an hour before. You smile and think to yourself. "It wasn't a dream, love. And I'll be sure to wake you up like that in the morning." As you drift off, you imagine licking cool dollops of whipped cream off my pussy as the morning sun kisses our skin through the open bay window of our bedroom. Maybe another day. Woken by a Blow Job It had been 8 years since they had all left university. Back then they were a band of brothers, inseparable. 6 guys all living under one roof. The house was an absolute disaster, as you might expect when 6 college aged men live together. The front door was smashed in, and to "fix" it, Dylan had just drilled a couple screws in place to hold the door permanently shut, and told everyone to enter through the side door. They had lots of parties. Keg parties which they all conveniently invited many more women than men to, hoping to increase their odds of picking up. Mike and Dylan always did well with the women. Ravi ended up landing a really hot girl, and quickly locked her up with "girlfriend" status. Thomas and Dennis, well, they didn't do as well. Thomas always hit on the hot ones, but struck out and ended up with some ugly girl at the end of the night. Dennis, on the other hand, never gave up on the dream of landing a "10." As such, he always wound up alone at the end of the night. Finally, there was Danny. Danny didn't pick up at all. Small and slight, with light brown hair and green eyes that were large and wide, giving him an innocent, almost child-like look. Girls loved him... as a friend. He was always described by the women as "such a good listener." Mike, Dylan and Ravi, with their easy access to pussy, felt sorry for Danny, and often tried to hook him up with some girls, but in the end Danny always wound up spending all night talking with them instead of getting into their panties. That was more than 8 years ago, though, and after college they had gone their separate ways. They still made a pact to get together at least once a year for a boy's weekend away. Just the guys, not any of the wives. Mike, Thomas and Ravi had all got married, Ravi to the beauty he was dating in university. Dylan still pulled the ladies in, and was enjoying the single life. Dennis was still waiting for a "10," and thus spent many frustrating nights alone with his hand. Danny was still single, and still not getting any pussy. That didn't mean he wasn't having sex though. This year, the guys decided to make it an extra long weekend and meet up at a Gulf of Mexico resort in Texas. To cut costs, they booked three rooms with twin beds in each. Ravi and Dennis would share one room, Dylan and Thomas the other, and Mike and Danny would share the third room. They arrived in close succession to each other on Thursday afternoon. Despite Dylan's suggestion that they have "an easy night the first night" so they wouldn't be all hung-over on Friday, soon the guys were pounding back the beers and joking about the old times. They talked and laughed about the time that Dennis, trying to transport 6 kegs back to their place in his tiny hatchback, wound up having one roll out of his half-open trunk and down the street to collide with a parked Cadillac. Thomas nearly peed himself laughing as Dylan recounted the story of Ravi's attempt at breaking into the clock tower at school to change the time on the clock faces as a prank. They told new stories, too. Dylan recounted some stories of his late nights in New York City, while Ravi and Thomas told stories about the weirdness of living out in the suburbs with families on the way. Dennis tried to tell a story about a hot girl he had hooked up with, but the boys were suspicious, and Dennis folded under intense questioning and admitted that he hadn't actually hooked up with a lingerie model. Then Dylan told a story about a weekend in San Francisco where he had met up with Mike. Mike groaned, and urged Dylan not to tell it, but that just made the other guys want to hear it more. It was before Mike was married, when a girl came on to him. They started kissing, and Mike put his hand her shirt and played with her small breasts and their sensitive nipples. She moaned with pleasure, and put her hand down his pants, grabbing his hard cock. Mike slide his hand up her skirt, expecting a dripping pussy only to find a rock hard erection. "Jesus, Mike, I didn't know you went for the dudes!" Ravi said, laughing. "Hey, if you had seen this chick, you wouldn't have had any idea it was a guy. Aren't I right, Dylan," Mike said, trying to defend himself. Dylan nodded. "He was a good looking dude, that's for sure." Thomas stopped laughing long enough to ask, "so, did you take him home and give him the business?" Mike laughed and shook his head. "No, the action stopped right there. I will admit, though, my cock was so hard I had to go back to the hotel and whack off to release some tension." "I bet you were thinking of that cross-dresser when you did," Dylan said. "Fuck off," Mike said, but not in a mean way, just in the way that good friends rib each other. The boys were all laughing. Danny was laughing too, but he also had thoughts racing through his mind and blood racing to his crotch. Later in the evening, the boys had split up. Dylan was off on the hunt for girls, taking Dennis and Thomas with him. Even though he wasn't planning on picking up, as he was married, Thomas was to be the wing man, because Dennis was so hopeless at it. Ravi had done 3 shots of tequila in quick succession, and then stumbled off to bed. Mike and Danny stayed at the bar, slowly nursing the last of their beers. Mike was very drunk by this point, feeling dizzy and a little unsure of himself. "Mike, can I ask you a question?" Danny said. "You just did," Mike said, and laughed. Then, realizing that the joke actually wasn't that funny, he stopped and said, "Yeah, sure, what is it." "When you were whacking off after making out with the tranny in San Francisco, what were you thinking of?" Had Mike been sober, he probably wouldn't have said what he said next. In his drunken state, however, his inhibitions were lowered and telling his buddy Danny the truth didn't seem a big deal. "I was thinking how much I would like to go back there and get that dude to suck on my cock," Mike said. He was serious too. He had never admitted it to anyone, but somehow he felt comfortable telling Danny. Shit, Mike thought, all the girls were right. Danny is a good listener. Mike downed the last of his beer, and said good night to Danny. "I gotta go to sleep," he said. With that he wandered up to the room, leaving Danny at the bar with a half-finished beer. Mike was very drunk, and while he had planned to take off all his clothes and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in, he only managed to get naked before falling on the bed over the covers and falling fast sleep. About half an hour later, Danny came into the room. He saw Mike, lying on the bed on top of the covers completely naked. Mike, in his sleep state, and grown a semi-hard on. It was lying across his thigh, a cute, thick cut cock. Danny thought about the last think Mike had said to him, about wondering what it would have been like to have his cock sucked by that tranny in San Francisco. The thought of it got Danny excited. Danny had always had a thing for Mike. Mike was everything Danny loved in a man. He athletic and manly, a good looking guy who was straight. Danny stripped off his clothes, and moved towards Mike. He gently put his lips on Mike's penis, kissing it lightly before starting to run his tongue up and down the shaft. Soon Mike's rod responded and grew fully erect. Danny took the cock fully into his mouth, and started sucking it. Mike woke up to the feeling of something warm and wet working his shaft. He looked down, and saw Danny's light brown hair and big green eyes staring at him. "You are sucking my cock," Mike said, somewhat startled. Danny disengaged from Mike's cock for a moment and said, "do you want me to stop." He didn't wait for Mike to answer, instead putting his mouth back down on the cock and swallowing it down all the way to Mike's pubes. Mike thought that he should be repulsed, but instead he was turned on. He felt his cock grow even harder. He moaned, and answered Danny's question with a meek, "No." Danny continued to suck Mike's cock. Mike loved the feeling of it, but even more he loved watching Danny's mouth move up and down on his shaft. When Mike had whacked off thinking of the tranny, he had figured if he had done something, he would have just closed his eyes and pretended it was a girl sucking him off. But now he had a guy on his cock, he found himself loving the fact that he could watch the action. Danny was on all fours on the bed. Mike moved his head to the side, and could see that Danny's cock had grown hard. It was small, probably only 4 and a half inches, and thin. Danny had shaved around his cock, leaving a him smooth. Mike found himself even more aroused looking at the cock up and and down against Danny's flat stomach as Danny's head moved up and down on Mike's dick. Mike wanted to taste Danny. He wanted Danny to put his small cock in Mike's mouth. Mike said, "You know what else I thought about after making out with that tranny. Sucking her cock." Danny took the hint, and moved himself around so that his hips were positioned about Mike's face. As Danny continued to suck Mike off, Mike took Danny's cock in his mouth. It felt surprisingly natural to Mike to be in this position. Mike recalled a few times back when they lived together that he had found himself looking at Danny with lust. He had almost forgotten the times, but they came flooding back now. The time when Danny and Mike had gone swimming at the beach, and Mike caught himself admiring Danny's ass in his speedo. The time when Danny, thinking no one else was home, had walked out of the shower naked, only to run face-to-face into Mike. Danny had blushed, and hurried along to his room, while Mike had watched his ass. Mike realized that he liked Danny because he was so pretty and feminine and youthful looking. Mike also realized that what he really wanted to do was to fuck Danny. He disengaged his mouth from sucking on Danny's little cock. He was about to say something about wanting to fuck Danny, but then decided on a plan to show him instead. Mike moved his face until his mouth was even with Danny's asshole, and then plunged his tongue into the tight hole. Danny moaned with pleasure, stuck his ass out against Mike's face and started sucking Mike's cock more furiously. Mike eat Danny's backdoor for a few minutes, getting it dripping wet and wide open. Mike pulled himself away from Danny's butthole, and said, "you gotta stop sucking my cock. If you don't, I am going to blow my load, and I really want to cum in this cute little ass of yours." Danny was so turned on. He loved a man who took charge. He pulled himself off Mike, and let Mike position him. Mike had Danny roll over on his stomach, and Mike then lay on top of him. Soon Danny felt Mike enter him. Danny was practiced at anal sex, being the sissy slut that he was, and so Mike's member slide easily into Danny's gaping hole. As Mike pounded away at Danny, Mike started to nibble on Danny's neck. Danny turned his head around, and Mike planted his lips fully onto Danny's mouth. Danny felt Mike's tongue push his lips open, and soon their tongue played with each other as Mike continued to pump into Danny's cute ass. The friction of the bed sheets against Danny's cock was a pleasant feeling for him, and while Mike fucked him Danny was getting close to cumming. Mike, though, was the first to come. Brought so close by Danny's mouth, it wasn't long before Mike's dick exploded out loads of cum deep into Danny's ass. Mike pulled out of Danny, and small trail of white semen dribbling out of Danny's asshole and running down to his scrotum. Danny turned over, and Mike quickly took Danny's little cock in his mouth. It didn't take more than 30 seconds of Mike sucking on his member before Danny shot a lot of cum into Mike's mouth. Danny wasn't sure how Mike would respond to the cum, but he swallowed it all. Danny and Mike collapsed on the bed, still naked, and fell fast asleep. The next morning, the phone rang. It was Mike got up to answer it, while Danny got up and walked over to his luggage. "Hello," Mike said, exhausted from last night but feeling better than he thought he would, given how much beer he had drank. "Hey man," the voice said. It was Dylan. "We are going down to breakfast, and then off to the beach in 30 minutes. Get your ass out of bed, and get up that other lazy fuck, and let's hit the head." Mike looked up at Danny. From deep in his bag, Danny had pulled out a dark haired wig and put it on. He was holding up a pair of red lacy panties and a matching red bra. Mike felt his cock growing at the thought of it. "Uh, yeah, Danny and I had a lot to drink last night and are really hung over. I think we'll skip the beach and just stay in the hotel room," Mike said, and then hung up the phone before Dylan had a chance to reply. Mike smiled at Danny. "Get on those panties and bra, and get your ass over here," Mike said. Danny smiled as he slipped on the silky panties. This was going to be the best boys' weekend ever. Woken in the Best Way I felt the bed shift as he got in. I hadn't heard him come in and undress, but the minute I felt his weight on the bed, I knew he was home. He knelt beside me, his hand going to cup my pussy, lightly brushing along my slit. "Did you miss me?" he whispered. I answered, "Yes," as he slipped one finger between the lips of my labia, probing at my clit, drawing a moan from deep in my chest. "I've spent all night thinking of this," he whispered hoarsely. "I could barely get my work done, dreaming of coming home to you, cumming inside you." He slid his finger inside me, making me arch my back toward him. After a moment I felt another finger join the first, thrusting, turning, teasing my g-spot, stroking my cervix, making me squirm. I whimpered and reached for him. "In my mouth," was all I said, but he knew what I wanted, what I needed. He shifted his weight as I slid down a little on the bed. He thrust his fingers deep inside me as I took his cock in my mouth, thrusting his hips, forcing me to take it all down my throat. He grabbed my head with his free hand, using it to guide me on his cock. "Play with your clit," he ordered, fucking my cunt with his fingers, fucking my mouth with his cock. I slid one hand to my pussy and spread the lips for him to see. I used my middle finger to tease my clit, just as he wanted, and he slipped a third finger inside me, spreading my cunt wide. I fingered my clit furiously, my hand slapping against his occasionally. I moaned, feeling the heat washing over me as I sucked his cock deeper into my mouth, burying my face as I took every inch of him. I could feel the heat spiraling out of control, starting with the raw energy he was pouring into my body from his fingers. His hand pummeled into me; I spread my legs, bending at the knees to tilt my pelvis so he could pound his fingers deeper inside me. I whimpered at the heady assault on my body as I slid into that state of bliss, where nothing exists but the two of us; there was nothing but his fingers inside my pussy, his cock in my mouth. I became a conduit for pleasure as my body responded to his touch. I willed him to cum with me. I would have been howling with pleasure like the mindless animal I had become if I hadn't had him in my mouth. My cunt clenched down on his fingers just as he thrust his cock in and held my head prisoner against his crotch and growled. He pumped his hips into my face once, twice, three times as I bucked my hips into his hand, the raised my hips off the bed as he jammed his fingers deep inside me; I swallowed as much of his cum as I could; my throat was blocked by his cock. After an eternity of being locked into that position he gently slid back. I swallowed instinctively, sucking gently on his cock to clean him as he slipped out of my mouth. My body tingled all over from the force of my orgasm. I twitched as he pulled his fingers out of me, whimpering as he caressed my aching clit. He pulled me toward him as he lay down beside me on the bed. He whispered sweet words to me, telling me how good I made him feel, how he loved cumming in my mouth, how sexy he thought I was. I couldn't respond; my entire body was locked into a loop of pleasure. He started stroking me, helping me to center on reality, on the realization that this wasn't a dream; it was real. He was real, not another fantasy. My arms came up as I started to breathe; I pulled his lips to mine, kissing him deeply, letting him feel my gratitude, my love. He buried his hand in my hair again and kissed me savagely, showing me his own feelings. When we came up for air he pulled me in close, and kissed me on the top of my head as I rested my cheek on his chest. I sighed softly, feeling sated. I placed a kiss on his chest as we drifted off to sleep in one another's arms. Woken in the Night I awoke. I tried to figure out what had roused me. I didn't think I'd been dreaming; it was still dark; it wasn't the alarm clock. I rolled over, and hooked my arm over Em's side, under her arm. I listened: there it was, a noise from next door. It came again: a little moan. "Em?" I whispered. "Yeah, I'm awake," she murmured back, wriggling back towards me slightly and nestling her butt on my crotch enticingly. I shifted my hand, searching for and finding a breast. I cupped it, lazily, my thumb nudging her soft nipple once. There's a casual pleasure in having a naked—or nearly naked—woman to hand in your bed. "I'm not hearing things, am I?" I checked. She chuckled, softly. "Nope. They're at it. Again." "Well, Mel is. Though if we're awake, there's no chance he's not, even if she was going solo to start with," I mused. The moans were coming more frequently now. Irregular, quiet, but inescapable. "Oh, he's awake. He's eating her out," Em clarified, calmly. Drowsy, I couldn't see how she would know. After a long, perplexed pause, I made a quizzical noise. "That's the noise she always makes when someone's gone down on her." No, this still didn't add up. How would Em know...ah. Keeping my voice steady, and holding back my amused interest, I had to ask. "And when was the last time you went down on her to find that out, pray tell?" She sighed at me. I suppose I asked for it. "I know it's hard, but don't jump to conclusions led by your second head. We've been flatmates a long time, I've heard this before. Besides, you know I prefer to have a dick involved in my sex life." Em rolled over, onto her back, and turned her face to mine. "I didn't have you down for a lesbian fantasist, hon," she smiled. "Nah; no place for me in a lesbian tryst, so it'd be a bit pointless." We fell into silence, peppered by Mel. "Poor lad," I observed, "he's getting a work out." " 'Poor lad'," scoffed Em, "pull the other one." Her hand reached across, and traced its way down my side, across a hip, and down my thigh. "You can't be telling me you wouldn't enjoy being in his shoes. I bet you're lying there, silently thinking about what it'd be like, getting your mouth on her pussy...digging your tongue deep between her lips and finding that secret little button...feeling her hips rock as you hold them?" Her hand now found its way into my shorts and down to my balls. She gave them a squeeze, and a soft tug, and laughed quietly at my surprised silence. Em's a quiet girl: generally softly spoken and—as she'd say—brought up proper. Her use of the vernacular was...uncommon. And her hand was telling its own story. An evolving story, as it wrapped around my shaft, and began to stroke. "What's wrong, honey? Not what you were thinking?" "Uh...well, it's all I could think when you gave me the idea. And what's come over you, anyway?" "Maybe Mel's not the only one whose horny. Besides, if we're awake anyway, you probably can." Her verbal non sequitur threw me, until I realised my own unintended double entendre had been matched, and answered her grin with my own. "So, if that's not what you'd been thinking," she continued, impishly, "maybe you were imagining her pretty blonde head bobbing up and down on your cock? Perhaps she was laid out on her back, taking you all the way down her throat? She's only little, and it's such a big dick," she teased me, squeezing the lamentably average organ, "it'd be a wonder she didn't choke... "Or maybe you thought she'd be straddling you, riding you while you watch her get off above you, pushing herself hard onto you?" My cock, hard and extended now, was pushed by her hand, mirroring her description. Her eyes bright as she stroked slowly along my shaft, she made one last postulation, "But then, since it's just in your imagination, maybe you think she must a dirty girl, maybe she'd let you fuck her in the arse? After all, you probably think she's quite insatiable, shagging Andrew all the time...and now you're thinking of spreading those pert little cheeks, and pushing deep into her butt?" The breath hissed from my lips, as Em giggled at my obvious enjoyment of the lascivious visions she was supplying, and the hand gently pumping me. "Now, I'm not sure you should really be thinking of Mel, when I'm lying here next to you: I think I feel quite neglected," she pouted. I had to agree. "Shall we see if you can make me as loud?" she asked, her eyes aflame. I do so love a challenge like that. I rolled her back from where she'd lain on her side, and kissed her. Her mouth, hot and passionate, reacted to mine, her hand still pumping, and the other clutched in my hair. I moved down her body, forcing her hand out of reach of my crotch, as I nibbled my way down her neck, and tickled a path to her breast. Her small breasts were tipped pink, with nipples that were no longer soft, but engorged and pointed to the roof. I covered one with my mouth, nipping, then circling, while the other I twisted slowly between finger and thumb. Her back arched, and her head went back, as the first sigh broke her lips. With my other hand, I pushed down my encumbering shorts, kicking them from the bed, and then reached for her crotch. I laid my hand, shield-like, over her mound, and rubbed her softly with my palm. Em rubbed back, pushing herself against me. Leaving one hand to toy with those rigid nipples, I wrought a trail of small licks down her flank, down to her hip. I paused on the bony crest of her hip. An insistent moan came from above, and her pelvis shifted as she rubbed on my hand with new urgency. However, I was intent on listening, and I made her wait. I increased the pressure, just slightly, that my fingers made against the depths of her crotch, and pinched the other nipple. The moan came again, a little louder, and her hand, still in my hair, encouraged me down. "Get a move on, Chris, she'll come before long," Em begged. I had to agree: Mel had shifted key, and a rhythmic series of moaning squeals was coming from the room next door. Looping a finger in the waist of her panties, I softly nudged them downwards. Ever cooperative, Em lifted her hips. The black lacy triangle slipped down, and, inches from my face was her pussy. A small squared patch of auburn hair crowned her slit, leaving the beautiful lips bare. My work so far meant that her outer folds had flared, exposing her inner pussy. I savoured the view, as I worked her underwear down her legs and away. Then, loosing no more time, I plunged in, tongue first, in pursuit of her clitoris. The response was immediate, as a growl emanated from the girl beneath me; back curving up once more, and legs thrusting out to extend down the bed. As I found my pace, and flicked her clit back and forth, I brought my right hand round, alongside my head, and sought the opening within her lips. Blindly, I fumbled my left hand up her arched back, locating her tit, and plucking the nipple. Em's urgent moans were my guiding counterpoint to the stretched out squeal that Mel produced, climaxing noisily and yet unseen. Rising to the opportunity the following silence offered, Emmy's vocalizations grew louder, as her hips began to buck under my mouth, and her hand pushed at my head. Focussing with new vigour on the sensitive nub I couldn't afford to lose, I tried to hold her roughly in place with the two fingers I had stealthily inserted into her. It worked, as her chestnut-topped pussy pushed up into my mouth, her cunt clamped around my fingers, and Em came, deliberately loudly and long. My tongue slowed, and my fingers stilled, as she relaxed, gracefully, under me. "Good work," she giggled, "Who won, do you think?" Before I could answer, though, there was a knock at the door, which, unlocked and unguarded, immediately opened. I froze, buck naked on the bed, with my hand in my girlfriend's twat, and her juices on my mouth. Framed in the doorway, and silhouetted against the hallway light, stood a small, feminine figure. One hand on a hip, and pelvis and head cocked to one side, Mel practically purred at us. "I see you're awake." As she answered, Em fumbled for the light switch, as I tried to discreetly extract my hand from between her legs. "Your fault, hon, you woke us up with your performance." "I shan't apologise," smirked Mel, stepping into the light. If ever the phrase 'freshly fucked' was appropriate, it fitted her then. A pink flush stood out against her light skin, spreading from neck down over small, delicate tits; her pussy lips, smooth and naked were pink and slightly spread; she moved with a poise that spoke of orgasmic languor. "You didn't just come over to gloat," pointed out Em, "What're you after?" Mel smiled, mischievously, then recomposed her face into one of innocence. "We thought you'd like to join us in person, seeing as you made it obvious that you were joining us in spirit, you noisy girl." I choked with laughter at her brazenness, and she looked at me for the first time. My erection, which had subsided somewhat while I concentrated on racing Em to an orgasm, twitched as her gaze ran over me, and smiled. "What do you think? Come round, if you'd like," as she turned, and sashayed out of the room, my stare locked on her departing arse. Only when it disappeared from view, did I drag myself back to Em, looking at me with raised eyebrow. "Can't say I'd object," she murmured, "It was fun last time, after all." "I thought that was probably a one-off," I mused. "Well, it appears not. Mel and I were brought up good girls, and we like to share," she reached across to grab my cock, serious but smiling at me, "so we'll have fun, and you can put this where you like: but I'll want you myself, so don't wear yourself out, ok?" I nodded: this was a rule I could work with. Em stretched her lithe body out, and elegantly swung her legs off the bed and rose. "Come on, then, let's see what she's done with poor old Andrew who you worried about so much," she teased me, leading me through the door. -x- Poor old Andrew was in a bind. I had to laugh, it was such an incongruous and unexpected sight. He was tied up, limbs extended to the corners of Mel's bed. Mel, on the other hand: Mel was atop him, sitting on his stomach, fondling his balls while she absentmindedly stroked her twat. She smiled beatifically at us. "I knew you'd join us." "Andrew, how the hell did she get you there?" I teased him, "She's half your weight, and a good foot shorter." Andy looked diffidently at me. "It didn't seem such a bad idea, an hour ago. Of course, then she sat on my face and woke you up, and now I'm not as sure." His flagpole erection didn't convince me that it was so bad. Mel twisted and pouted at him, "I thought you liked eating me out." He laughed, rocking the little blonde riding him. "I do, I do; such a pretty pussy," he grinned at her, "And you do make such encouraging noises." Turning back to face me and Em, Mel grinned, and winked. What, I thought, did that presage? I didn't have to wait to find out, as Mel leant forward, lifting her arse into the air, and enfolded Andy's dick in her mouth. He groaned as his shaft disappeared into her warmth, and her exposed pussy danced in front of his view. He groaned again, realising his conundrum: his hands tied, and their height difference held the perfect cunt out of range from his mouth. Andrew's head sank back on the pillow, as Mel bobbed over his crotch, a curtain of pale hair blocking our sight. Bound to the sight, I reached across to caress Em's taut arse, as she reached a hand across to once more, infinitely slowly, stroke my shaft. Her view similarly intent on her flatmate loving her boyfriend, her other hand lazily circled her snatch. Mel looked up from Andrew's hard and wet penis. "Come on, you're not here to just watch." Shuffling her knees forward, she matched her hips to Andrew's, and, holding his cock by the root, lowered herself onto it. Her eyes, locked with mine, glazed slightly, as Andrew, unable to take any other action, lifted his hips to send the last few inches of his shaft into her. As one, Em and Mel sighed: Em, with one last friendly squeeze of my balls, strode forwards, mounting the bed. Straddling Andy's face, she lowered her own pussy onto his waiting tongue, her eyes closing as he delved into her wet lips. Her hands rushed to her boobs, pinching her nipples and tugging her small tits upwards in time with Andrew's lapping along her slit. Mel beckoned me, as she lowered herself forward onto her hands, and her gaze shifted to my proudly carried shaft. I knew, now, what she wanted, and knelt before her. She led with her tongue, extending it out to whisper over the sensitive frenulum before encompassing the head with a circling lick. I watched, enthralled, as my cock vanished into the warm, swirling depth of her mouth, only to emerge for another pass of her tongue over the head, and then to plunge into Mel almost to its full extent. I looked up, to see Em, tits bouncing gently, as she looked back: her view of Mel's pussy swallowing Andy's dick, and her mouth swallowing mine. I recognized the sound she was making, even as I hadn't recognized Mel's, as Emmy's pattern of moans asserted itself. I wound my hand into Mel's long loose hair, careful not to force her movements, or impede them, while the other rested on her shoulder. Her breathing came raggedly as her hips drove her cunt on Andy's shaft, and her rhythm came more sporadically as she gently sucked on mine. One hand shifted from supporting her slight weight, and dove to her cleft. This, inevitably, did nothing to improve her rhythm, as her hoarse breathing changed to a panting squeal. Expecting her orgasm to break over her at any moment, I was surprised when she pulled me abruptly from her mouth, locked bright green eyes with mine, and demanded more of me in a gasp. "Fuck me: I want you both, now." While I computed what she meant, she twisted, facing Em, now, as she continued to ride Andy's cock. Curving her back, her buttocks faced me. I watched as her cunt gripped his shaft: her hips were almost still, as he provided the lunging motion to drive into her. She looked back, plaintive, "Please: now!" I came to, in sudden shock at Emmy's prescient vision of earlier. I scurried forward, and grasped a buttock in one hand. Spreading her wide, I could see her rosebud anus. Wetting my thumb, I pressed, gently, on this hidden hole. Mel groaned, from deep within, as my digit sank into her tight passage, past the two resisting rings of muscle, and into the gently ridged depth. Andy's motion had paused, and I could feel the rigid mass of his cock and her cunt beneath me through the thin wall of Mel's gut. "Chris?" Em interrupted me, "Use this: I want you clean to screw me next." Always the clear thinker, she held out a rubber from the nightstand. Realising my one-handed predicament, she grinned, and unwrapped it, passing it across. Struggling only slightly, I rolled it on, realising that the extra lube would help. Slowly, I pulled my thumb from Mel's butt, dragging at the same time another moan from her. I carefully positioned the head of my cock at the opening, and, inexorably, pushed forward. If Mel moaned before, she positively squealed this time, as both her arse and cunt were simultaneously impaled. Long seconds passed, as I slowly transfixed her fully. Mel convulsed slightly, and I reached round her slender waist, down, and pressed a finger into the folds of her pussy. Andy dropped his pelvis, pulling from her; as he pushed back in, I timed my retreat so that we worked Mel in synchrony. My finger found her clit, and her head came back as she withdrew into the intensity of the fucking. Mel's squeals once more found an increasing tempo, her pace and pitch increasing as, held in place by my hand on her cleft and another on her hip, she was stuffed full in one hole then the other, over and again. Em watched in fascination, a finger furiously flickering across her engorged clitoris, as her little blonde flatmate was double-teamed before her. A wail tore loose from Mel's throat as she came. The convulsing waves shook her, and her arms buckled as her hips bucked involuntarily. Breaking down her frame, the convulsions shuddered through her arse, clasping tightly at my deeply buried cock. A hiss came from Andy, as his dick was caught in Mel's pulsating pussy, but he managed not to break stride as she rode the waves of her orgasm, driving deep into her with every stroke. I paused, conscious now of Em, quietly biting her lip as she watched, and of how close Mel had taken me to the edge. She nodded at me, needing more, now, than just Andrew's steadfast tongue on her cunny. Lifting herself from his face, she laid a grateful hand on his chest, and undid his hands, then moved to his feet. Andy, flexing his inevitably sore arms, and smiling round a tired jaw, enfolded Mel in an embrace as she crumpled onto his chest, still filled with his cock. I used her collapse to gently extricate myself. I felt the muscles of her stretched passage push, as I withdrew my cock, discarding the rubber into the tissue Em brought. Smiling at me, Em lay back, and drew her knees up. Her inflamed clitoris, highlighted by the damp chestnut hair above it, seemed to beckon me on. As I knelt to enter her, Andrew positioned Mel's lethargic frame next to Em, with him behind her. My cock in hand, I stroked the head along Em's lips, lubricating it with her copious juices, as we watched. Andy lifted Mel's leg with his, and, reaching in front to grab his shaft, pushed it into her pussy. With one hand meshed together above their heads, his dominant right slipped forward to delicately orbit her sensitive nub with his middle finger, while Mel tugged her nipple in time with his plunging cock. As I lanced my cock between Em's flared lips, her eyes danced back to mine. The long awaiting filling of her cunt forced a satisfied sigh from her, mirroring my own pleasure. Emmy's raised legs stretched her passage out, and as it elongated to accommodate my length, I marvelled at the heat and pressure of it on me. I brought the mushroomed head of my cock almost out of her, before smoothly pitching back, balls-deep, into her trembling pussy, as I fought my instinct to rush, and only slowly increase the rhythm. Andy, too, was struggling to defend his long-exerted control, and his thrusts into the slender girl before her were jolting her over and over: the smooth slight swell of her tits bouncing, and her hips jarring forward with every slam into her. Mel's eyes were screwed shut, her mouth a perfect 'o', as Andrew's pounding dick, and increasingly focussed finger-work drove them both towards a final climax. My hands on Em's shins to brace us both, I too was nearing a precipice, as I ploughed into Emmy's warm, responsive cunny. Her breasts bouncing under the rhythm I imposed, her eyes bored into mine as she plucked at a nipple and fingered herself frantically. Finally, inescapably, my climax rushed through me, my knees buckling slightly as the release came, and I instinctively forced myself as deep as I could delve, the sticky warm seed juddering from me into Em's welcoming, answering convulsions. Seconds later, I heard Andy groan as he, too, splashed his cum against Mel's cervix, his hand clawing into her flushed cleft. I fell forward, exhausted, onto Em, her legs splaying to bring me closer. Resting my head on her shoulder, I could look across at Mel; the tension of her last climax lost, and face in repose as she murmured. "That was...grand," as her eyes re-opened, "I'm glad I woke you." Em laughed, tiredly, but happily, "I know you: you always meant to." Cornered, Mel had the decency to blush, the pink of her face matching the post-orgasmic rosiness of her chest and throat: "And you were always going to be happy to watch!" Woken in the Night I rested a moment, amused by their banter, enjoying the snug warmth of my cock in Em's still-twitching pussy, before kissing her once more and lifting myself on one arm, the other dropping to Emmy's slender waist. "I think you both got what you wanted, though I'd never complain about helping. C'mon, Andy's going to fall asleep any minute." Andrew, still cradling Mel, grinned at me, "Yeah: though it's never safe to leave me with Mel. Please can I get some sleep, love?" Mel pouted, briefly, before twisting to press a kiss on him. "Oh, alright, if you insist. Off you go, Em, I'll try not to wake you again tonight," she winked. I wasn't certain she meant it: I was certain she'd wake us again, if not this night. Woken To Rape I awoke in the morning to nothingness, everything was dark. I moved my arm to see if something was blocking my vision, a blanket perhaps. But, I could not move either of my arms, or my legs for that matter. Panic struck and I started to struggle, that's when I got a slap to the face for my efforts, someone was there watching me. Helpless. I went to scream but when I opened my mouth to yell, something was pushed inside my mouth, stopping me from using my voice. My nose picked up a scent and I tasted it as well, it was a pair of my used panties. I wanted to gag, not being much of a panty sniffer myself, but I couldn't, so helpless, I started to cry. He gently held my face then, soothing me, "Don't cry please, I promise, you want this." I stopped crying immediately in shock, how dare he, why would I want to be raped? I wanted to scream at this man and tell him to get lost but I knew I couldn't. Then, he gripped my flimsy nightie and ripped it completely off my body. Yes, I sleep in a flimsy nightie, I live by myself and it was quite a hot night. Underneath, I knew what he was looking at, a pair of C cup breasts and a bright pink thong. He told me he just wanted to stare at my body for a moment before doing anything else, so he did, it felt like 15 minutes, in reality it was probably just a minute. Then, he bit my nipples and started sucking, licking and nipping at my breasts. Moaning as he did, telling me I had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen, that i had a wonderful body and should show it off, showering me with compliments, with my nipples being very erect from the attention of his mouth, I must admit I was aroused. It had been months since I last had sex, my body was betraying me. Turned on by my rapist! My breasts had never gotten so much attention in my life, all this licking and biting and sucking. He then stopped and began kissing everywhere and I do mean everywhere. He started on my face, my forehead, my eyes, cheeks, lips, soft and oh so gentle kisses. Then he paid extra attenetion to my ears, biting and kissing, an extreme pleasure ripped through my body.. Oh how I really wanted to feel his kisses. He started kissing down my jawline, my neck, up and down both arms, he skipped over my breasts and kissed all over my stomach, licking inside my navel. And then.. He skipped past my pubic region and started kissing up and down my legs, every kiss, every touch was so gentle, it was almost loving. If such a word exists for a rapist. He slowly pulled my thong down to my ankles and breathed in my scent then kissed my pubic hair. This rapist, this man, he knew what he was doing when it came to a womans body. I wanted to move and show him I was starting to accept this intrusion but being bound, gagged and blindfolded really wasn't helping me. He then started kissing down my hair and begin licking at my now very wet pussy lips, he licked and nipped every part, taking special care on my very swollen clit and as soon as he did, the pleasure! What an intense feeling, with most of my senses blocked, I felt such a heightned pleasure, then it hit me. I wanted this rapist to fuck me. He suddenly stopped and as if reading my mind, I heard him undo his zipper. He u the head of his very hard cock on my clit, it was so sensitive, I began to orgasm, as my juices flowed, he put his cock inside me (which it turned out to be about 11 inches!) and started fucking me so hard with such an intense passion, I could feel his cock hard and big filling my soaking wet pussy now. Fucking away as his life depended on it, god he knew how to fuck. Why this man had to rape, I'll never know! He fucked me helpless for about another 15 minutes, then I felt his cock twitch and I thought he would cum inside of me but he pulled out and came all over my breasts, what a feeling! He pulled out and stood up, walking to my nightstand, he came back to me and started cleaning his mess, with one of my tissues I realised. "Don't scream," he said. "I'm going to untie you now." He undid the knots and as I was about to get up and run to the bathroom, he firmly but gently pushed me back down and started massaging my wrists and ankles. Trying to ease the pain, I think. He then took out the panties from my mouth and gently kissed me. "I know you wanted this, I was forced to help you realise this. I will come back.' He told me. Just as he got up and made a dash for the door and I seen him, only just, but I know. He did know I wanted this. If he knew that, then he said he will come back, I am in for a real treat. Woken up, Tied down. My skin raises in goose bumps as I feel her hand gently run along my naked back, waking me, lying on my stomach a drowsy half-remembered dream confusing my thoughts, as I feel her fingers trail upwards, reaching my shoulder blades before stopping. As I start to rise my eyes stay closed it takes my confused mind a few seconds to realise the blindfold pressing them shut, moving my arms I feel the rough scrape of cloth holding my wrists together above my head. "Oh good... you're awake..." She purrs, the throaty growl making my cock start to rise up hopefully. My arse gets a quick slap, the stinging making me jerk away. "Heavy sleeper, aren't you?" Half moaning the words, I feel her weight shifting on the bed, then a quick prod in my ribs, "Well? Are you going to roll over so I can kiss you?" "Only if you remove the blindfold my love..." My reply earning another stinging slap on my arse. "Well, we can wait all day... and I can keep doing this all day, I've got you here, and you can't move your arms or legs, except to roll over, and your butt looks lovely when it's a nice shade of red, your choice Darling." Is the answer I get, Sarcasm tinging her use of the word 'Darling', my arse getting another slap when I test my bonds. "Well" I pout, putting on a great show of reluctance "Looks like I have no choice... I s'pose ill have to do what you say..." I hear a throaty chuckle at my banter, and feel her weight shift again to my right. As I start to roll over I feel her knees not far from my left shoulder, and then her hand pulling at my hip, laying me on my back. "Hmm, looks like he missed me" Her low purring voice making me shiver. "Maybe," I reply, a small tremor in my voice. Then her breath starts just over the tip of my cock, making me gasp, feeling of it growing bigger thanks to her teasing, as I start to wiggle my hand, trying to get it free of the restraints further up on the bed. Warm, soft kisses start at the base of my cock, making me arch my back, trying to stop her teasing me, as my hand starts to squeeze out of its bindings. As her kisses get toward the sensitive tip, I feel small flicks of her tongue, and, as my moans start, I feel her mouth suddenly engulf the head of my cock, small scrapings of her teeth making the sensitive ridges almost tingle with pleasure. I get a shock as my almost-forgotten hand pulls free of its bindings, my elbow bumping her hip as her mouth moves up and down, her tongue swirling around the underside. Tracing my hand blindly up her leg, I'm rewarded by the feel of her arse. "Hey, away from there!" I hear as her mouth lets go of my cock. "You're meant to stay tied... oh..." Her protests cut off as two of my fingers find her wet pussy. My fingers start going in and out, pressing on her 'Happy Spot' as I start increasing the speed of my hand, her breathing matching the speed and rhythm of my fingers. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I ask in a huskier voice than usual. "Oh... uh... uh... yep" I hear between moans, my cock engulfed again by her mouth. She starts sucking harder, with her moans coming out around my cock, her moans coming louder, and her sucking harder, as she came closer and closer to cumming. "I need you to fuck me. Now." Her demand coming as she pulls away from my cock, which springs back, hitting my stomach. She pulls away from my fingers, my hand reaching for the blindfold, I ask "All fours?" My blurry eyed gaze sees her already on all fours, her butt in the air, waiting, "Hurry up... mmm..." her moans start as she reaches under herself and starts playing with her clit. As I start to move, I'm brought up a lot shorter than I want to be by my remaining restraints, my left arm and both legs . "Um... Hun, you forgetting something? Something slightly important?" "Oh... mmm... crap." Her moans bought short by my question, she moves her head, still using her fingers flick her clit, and sees the restraints around my ankles, she turns just enough for me to see an evil little grin flick across her face. "Looks like you're stuck." Her obvious statement stirring me up. "Wow. Good eyes." My sarcasm colouring my words. Ignoring the sarcasm, she gets up to her knees, and swings her leg over mine, straddling my knees. Her hand finds my nipple, twisting it gently between her fingers, the pleasure/pain making my breath come in sharp gasps. "Be nice, or I won't play with... this." She says while taking my cock in her warm hand, stroking lightly. "Ok, my bad, your lovely, and I need you on me, kinda nowish please? Pretty please? With sugar and strippers on top?" Her chuckle and nod at my weak joke showing I wasn't in trouble with her (and being tied down, she could be really mean). My cock seemed hard enough to break rocks as she started moving herself up so her hips were resting on mine, my cock pressed against her very warm and wet pussy lips, her breasts jiggling at her hip movements. Brushing away my hand as it sought her nipple, she rotated her hips until my cock was ready to burst from the heat and friction of our hips grinding against each other, "Aww... he missed Hun..." she said with an evil grin painted across her features. "I kinda noticed, my love." I replied, my voice not quite as steady as it should be. "Well, what do you think we should do about that?" Her teasing tone making it clear she was delaying for the hell of it. "Well," I started with deliberate patience "I'm thinking we lift your hips, and I slide my cock in, so we can both get a lil relief? Sound good?" The starting patience turning to a lusty purr toward the end, small amount of sarcasm thrown in for good measure. "I think we might be able to accommodate that." She replies, staring into my eyes, her hand snaking down to flick her clit, then take hold of my cock and guide it to her hot pussy, rotating her hips to let it in. We both groan as her hot pussy sinks onto my cock, my free hand reaching to catch a nipple between two fingers and thumb, gently squeezing and rotating it, and feeling her hips grind into mine, as my cock gets driven deeper inside her. She rests both hands on the wall above my head, giving me free access to her breasts with my free hand, as I switch to the other nipple, to take advantage of its sensitivity, her grinding and moaning both start speeding up and gaining intensity, my cock feeling more sensation with every down-thrust she makes. "Oh fuck... I'm close baby... cum with me..." Her moans interrupt her words, and mine start to rival hers as I feel both her pussy start to tighten as she approaches orgasm, as well as the feeling of cum starting to be close at the base of my cock, my fingers start twisting and pulling the nipple harder, adding to her grunts and moans. "Hold it baby, just a lil longer" My breath is coming short, but I want her to scream, she always feels so bloody good when she cums really hard, and she's gotten me too horny to let me keep going for too much longer. I twist the nipple, harder, and start meeting her hips with my own thrusts, as her pussy tightens around my cock, her screaming and shuddering bringing my own orgasm, thrusting up as hard as I can into her, finding my arm around her back, holding her close as we both come down from our orgasms. Suddenly, I'm aware of stinging in both my ankles, and my tied up wrist, and a wave of exhaustion sweeps over me, as I feel her collapse beside me, uttering a smell groan as her head hits the pillow. "So... mind untying me?"