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Bondage Letter
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Dear Paula,
I've got to tell you about an experiance that happened to me just a few
days ago. I don't think I ever had quite such a thing happen to me before,
but I really loved it, and you should give it a try too.
I was at work, and it was around 11:00. My phone rang, and it was Jeff, a
friend who works in another department. He's tall, darked hair guy, really
good looking, and a lot of fun to be with. He asked if I'd like to go to
lunch with him. I had brown bagged it, but figured why not, and said yes.
At noon, he came by my desk, and we walked out together. He offered to
drive. Since my car was low on gas, I aggreed.
We got into his car, and I noticed he had a couple lengths of rope between
the seats. Stupidly, I asked him what they were for. He picked them up and
was about to throw them into the back, but stopped and askid if I really want
to know.
I said I did. 'Then let me show you' he said, and wrapped his fingers
around my wrists. He crossed my right hand over my left, and wound a section
of rope around my wrists. He didn't pulled them too tight, but did place the
knots ends where my fingers couldn't reach them. He then told me that that's
what they were for. He started the car, and drove us to lunch.
By the time we got there, I had managed to pull enough slack in the ropes
to get my wrists free. He seemed a little disappointed by that, but smiled
and said he would have to try harder next time. We went in and ate lunch. We
didn't say a word about ropes through lunch.
After lunch, we got back into his car. He said that he was to easy on me
before, and asked if I wanted to try again. I said why not. This time, he
pulled the ropes much tighter, and did the knots very tight so I couldn't move
my hands at all. He then took the other length of rope and tied my ankles
together very tightly. At first, I didn't like the idea of being totally
helpless. But it was broad daylight, so I felt safe. I knew Jeff well enough
to know he wouldn't do anything I didn't want him to.
This time, I couldn't get free. He really knew what he was doing. But I
felt something different. Not only did I feel helpless, but I felt aroused.
He could do whatever he wanted, and there wasn't much I could do about it.
We talked as we drove. I asked him if I was his damsel in distress, and
he was taking me to his dungeon to work his pleasure on me. He told me that
wasn't such a bad idea. At the moment, I didn't thing it was a bad one
myself. I felt myself getting hot and excited.
We got back to the office, and parked the car. There was nobody around,
and I thought he might make a move on me there, but he didn't. He untied my
wrists first, then my ankles. This time, the red marks were much stronger,
and I would have to cover them for a while. We went in, and back to our
seperate work areas.
I thought about our lunch all afternoon. There was something inside me,
making me feel like I had discovered something new and exciting. It drove me
wild to think of what he could have done to me, if he wanted to. Then, about
4:00, my phone rang.
It was Jeff, wanting to know if I wanted to go out with the gang after
work and get a couple drinks. At first, I wasn't sure, since I had a lot to
do that night. But then, I agreeded to. I knew he was up to something, I
didn't know what, but I wanted to find out.
We met in the lobby after work. He offered to drive, of course, and I
said yes. The bar wasn't far away, so I left my car on the lot. We went to
the bar, but he never tired a thing. I knew he was up to something, but what.
About an hour later, he asked me if we should get going. I said yes,
thinking maybe nothing was going to happen. We went to his car, and took off.
But we didn't drive far before he asked if I wanted to go somewhere else,
just the two of us, and get a night cap. I figured this might be his move, so
I said yes.
He then pulled the car over, and told me that I had to go there with my
hands bound together. Not knowing what he was up to, but wanting to find, I
again agreed. Without a word, he pulled my wrists behind my back and tied
them very tightly with his rope. Before, my hands had been tied in front of
me. This was different, and left me completly defenseless. He also tied my
ankles together so I couldn't do anything to stop him.
Then he really surprised me. He shoved a knotted cloth into my mouth and
tied the ends behind my head. The gag took away my last bit of defense. He
said that I had to keep quite durring the drive, and this was the best way to
keep me from asking too many questions. He then drove on.
For a few minutes, he didn't do a thing to me. I sat there, struggling
and grunting, trying to get free. It was dark out, so nobody could see me if
they could. But I also found myself getting horny. Here this guy was driving
to somewhere I didn't know, with me all tied and gag, unable to resist him.
I then felt his hand on my leg. I wore a short, red sweater dress that
day, which showed off lots of leg. He took advantage of that, and slowly
moved his hand up my thigh. I felt tingles go through my body as he moves his
fingers to my crotch.
At first, he rubbed his fingers over my pantyhose. But then, he reached
under them and started to finger my already wet pussy and clit. Now I was
really hot. He didn't look at me or say a word as he just drove on and played
with me. I withered in the seat, moaning and groaning as he plunged his
fingers into me, and rubbed my throbbing clit. I came within a few minutes,
loudly moaning into my gag.
He pulled his hand out from under my dress and pulled in front of a 8
family apartment building. He untied the rope from around my ankles. With my
hands still bound, and my mouth gagged, he led me to the door. I prayed no
one would see us.
We went to his apartment. He led me in, pulled my dress up to may waist,
seated me on the couch, and retied my ankles. He pulled the gag out of my
mouth, and asked me if this place was OK. I said it was fine. He made us a
drink and put a straw in mine. I had to bend down to drink from the straw,
but I didn't mind. I didn't mind the ropes around my wrists either.
He again laid his hand on my legs, telling me how much he liked them, and
how they drove him crazy. I was getting hot again, but couldn't do a thing
about it. He played with me again until I was on fire with desire.
He then placed me on the floor kneeling in front for him. He asked if I
liked to suck cock, and opened his pants to show me his member. It was large,
hard and throbbing. I leaned forward and took it in, sucking and fucking it
with my lips. He leaned back and stroking my head and hair. He moaned
lightly, and moved his hips. I moved faster, wanting him to shoot that load
into me. It wasn't long before he did, pumping his sweat, hot cum down my
throut, and moaning loudly.
When he was finished, he put his cock away, and carried me to the
bedroom. He untied me, and ordered me to strip off my cloths. He said he
wanted to know every inch of the body he had been dreaming about, and needed
to see it for himself.
When I was naked, He order me onto the bed, and procedded to tie me spread
eagle to it with some soft rope. This new rope felt very good against my
skin, both soft and strong. He then placed another gag into my mouth, so my
last bit of resistance was gone.
For the next hour, he sucked my tits, squeezed my nipples, fingered my
pussy, and licked my clit into two more huge orgasms. At last, he dropped his
pants and rammed himself into my hungry pussy. He fucked me hard and fast.
My head was spinning as I moaned and groaned through my gagged mouth. He shot
another huge load into me, and I came again at the same time.
He went soft, but he still wanted more of me. He played with my tits
until he was hard again. He untied me, then retied me with my wrists to my
ankles. He stripped naked, removed the gag from my mouth, and crawled on top
of me, shoving his hard rod into me. This time, I could move with him, and
partly wrap my body around him.
It was a long time before he was ready to shoot again. We were humping
like crazy, with the sweat pouring from our bodies and our mouths pressing
into one anothers. At last, he grabbed my ass, rammed into me so hard he
bottomed out, and shot another load deep into me. By then, I was cumming
myself, and almost passed out from the pleasure.
After a few minutes, he got up and got dresses. He united my, and watch
me get dress. After I was dressed, he stood up and took me in his arms. He
told me how much he had wanted for fo so long. I confessed my attractions for
him. We kissed so intense that my knees felt week.
We then went out to the car, and he drove my back to mine. I hungerly
kissed him good night, and drove myself home.
Well, that was two days ago. I saw him yesterday, and he was friendly, as
usual. The word around about him screwing me. But just a few minutes ago, he
called me and asked if I wanted a drink at his place tonight. I accepted, of
course.
I'm going to run home at lunch and put on some sexy undies, garter belt
and stockings for him. Something tell me he'll like that. I hope he'll be
surprised. I think it will add a new dimension to the game.
I figure he's got a few more ideas to work on, so I plan on just enjoying
it and let him do whatever he wants. I figure I'll be all tied up and unable
to stop him, which I don't plan on even thinking of. To tell you the truth,
my pussy's getting wet thinking about it already.
Friends forever,
Ann.
Dear Ann.
I got your letter a few days ago. I got horny just reading it. It really
sounded like a lot of fun, so I decided to take your advice and give a try for
myself. Jim was all for it too. He always wanted to try it.
That night, I went out to a hardware store and bought 200 feet of soft,
silky feeling rope. Jim cut it up into a bunch of different length sections
and burned the ends to keep them from fraying. That night, we tried it.
I got to admit, our first try wasn't as good as you made it out to be. Jim
tied me naked to the bed, with my legs spread apart. My one hand was tied so
tightly, that it cut off the circulation to my fingers. My other was so loose
that I could had pulled it free.
Jim played with me and went down on me, sucked my clit, and fucked my like
crazy. But in the end, I didn't find it very exciting. Jim shot off to easy,
and I didn't have the orgasms like you did. I fact, I didn't come at all.
I concluded that most of the problem was with Jim. He didn't know how to
tie the ropes properly, he didn't tease me at all, or try to get me excited.
Normally, I love sex with him. But that night, he was so horny that all he
wanted to do was get his load off. He did admited that the bondage got him so
excited, he couldn't control himself. But all in all, I was very dissapointed.
But last night, that all changed. Jim has a buddy named Rick. I found out
later that Rick and his wife Laura are really into bondage and have practiced
bondage for years. They having accumulated a lot of toys along the way and
have tried a lot of different things.
Jim told Rick about our first try. Rick offered to help out and coach Jim
on some of the tectniques and finer points of the game. Night before last,
Jim went over to Ricks house, and they practiced on Laura for a few hours.
At first, I was a little mad about it. But Jim swears nothing happened.
He said Laura was completely clothed the whole time, and all they did was tie
her up several different ways and used a few of the different items they had.
So I excepted what he said. After all, he was doing it for me. He was
trying to learn more about something I really wanted to really experience. I
have to admit, I'm not really worried about what happened anymore. I know Jim
loves me, and wouldn't do anything to hurt our relationship.
So, last night, we tried again. This time, Jim was completely in control
and knew exactly what he was going to do, what he was doing, what he wanted to
do, and what I was to do. He told me to put on the blue and black teddy he
bought me last year on Valentine's day, with the black stockings that had a
lace pattern running up the sides, and the blue and black high heels he bought
me a few weeks ago. The heels are five inches high and really look sexy.
I waited for him in the living room, with a few candles lit for light. He
came in waring a very tight pair of black pair of dress pants, and black dress
shoes. His chest was bare showing off his body. You know how good of shape
he's in. He really looked sexy, with all his muscles showing.
He carried a small black gym bag in his one hand. I figured that was his
tool kit, to say. I was right, for it contained the ropes I bought earlier,
plus some other items I'll discribe later.
He sat next to me on the couch, and poured us a glass of white wine. We
toasted to a successful night. He then asked me if I knew what was going to
happen. I said I had a good idea, but only he knew what the plan was.
I drank a couple of glasses of wine. Jim later told me that the wine was
to help me relax. We kissed a few times, but when I went for his crotch, he
moved my hand away. He said I would have that later, if he would allow it.
He then said it was time to begin. He took the wine glass from my hand,
and opened his bag. He pulled out a length of rope, and tied my hands behind
my back, with the palms of my hands together. His practicing was working, for
the ropes were tight enough to hold my hands firmly without cutting off the
blood flow. All the knots and rope ends were well out of reach.
He pulled out another length of rope and tied my legs together at the
ankles. I watched as he wound the rope around, looping my heels, then circle
it around the middle and pulled it tight. He called it cinching the ropes, and
said it was the same as he had done to my wrists. Again, the ropes were snug.
He positioned me on the couch so I had my back in the corner and my legs
were stretched out across the couch. He then pulled a black cloth from the
bag and showed it to me. He said that he didn't want to hear any complaints,
and this was the best way to restrict that. He placed the cloth between my
lips and tied the ends behind my head. The gag didn't completely silence me,
but it seemed to remove the last bit of resistance I had left. There was no
way to withstand anything he wanted or did.
He stood and watched me for a few minutes. He told me that I could
struggle if I wanted, but it wouldn't do any good. He was right. I tried to
free myself, but couldn't budge. He had learned a lot in a few days, at my
expense. But I found it erotic, and I was getting excited. I thought of you,
and thought to myself if this was the same feeling you were having that night.
He sat next to me and started to play with my legs. He always has told me
how much he liked my legs, and my body in general. He especially liked it
when I would dress up for him in sexy lingerie. I like to do it for him, and
for me too. You know how much I like to ware it, and his reaction when I do.
I was getting horny. Jim was running his hands over my legs and thighs.
I wanted him and it was driving me wild that I couldn't get to him. I squirmed
on the couch with desire. But it didn't effect him. He just laughed a little,
and told me the dirty little things he could be doing to me, if he wanted.
He then said that if I was a good girl and sucked him off well, He might
consider giving me some relief. He also told me that if I didn't, he would
tease me for hours and never let me climax. I nodded my head in agreement.
He placed me on the floor in front of him and stood before me. The bulge
in his pants was bigger that I even seen it before. He rubbed it with his
hands, telling me again that I better do a good job.
By now I was moaning and groaning for it. He knew I wanted it so bad. He
slowly pulled his zipper down and opened his pants. His member popped out. I
never saw it so big before, it was actually throbing.
He slowly stroked it with one hand. I cried aloud, telling him as best I
could to give it to me. He rubbed it over my gagged lips, which really drove
me nuts. Gag or not, I tried to take it in.
He pulled the gag from my mouth and shoved his cock into me. I hungrly
started to pump it. I wanted him, and was determined to get him to come in
me, wether it was my mouth, or my cunt.
He pulled it out and smacked it across me check, telling me to do better
than that. He reinserted, and I went wild again. Again he cracked his cock
whip, and told me that if I didn't try harder, I wouldn't have it again for
hours. He reinserted, and I pumped it with my lips.
This time, he didn't pull out. He stood with his hands on his hips and
let me do my job. I wanted my hands free to touch him and pull him in to me.
But I didn't, for the ropes were still upon me wrists.
I worked for several minutes, never once slowing. He started to moan,
like he does before he's ready to shoot. I pulled him in as far as I could,
and got ready. When he did shoot, he pumped what seemed to be a gallon into
me. I somehow took every drop before he finally stopped.
We were both breathing hard. He pulled his softening cock back into his
pants and zipped it up. He sat me on the couch and gave me a drink of wine.
Before I could say a word, the gag was back in my mouth.
He then wound a rope around my waist, and ran the ends between my legs and
back to my wrists, pulling the rope very tight. He then made my lay down on
the couch, face down and bent my legs at the knees. He then tied another rope
from my hands to my ankles.
He said that I did a fair job on him, but I could have done better.
Because of my work, I would have to remain what he called hog-tied like this
for a while. I was really going crazy now. That was probely one of my best
blow-job I've ever given. But his plan was to let me get riled up, and let
something strange happen.
Tied like I was, whenever I moved my arms, hands, legs, or my body twisted
or turned in any way, the rope between my legs moved about. Every time I
moved, the tight rope rubbed against my clit, exciting it.
Within a couple of minutes, I found myself struggling as much as I could.
Partly it was because I wanted to get free. But mostly it was because the
ropes all felt so good, and I was getting closer and closer to a climex.
Jim sat and watch me squirm, sipping on a glass of wine. He knew what was
going on, and was just waiting for it to happen. He told me later that he
really liked watching me struggle, that it was a real turn on.
Well, his ideas were working. After fifteen minutes, I was just about to
come. My body was twisting and turning like a roped bull at a rodeo. For
several minutes, I was on the edge of coming, but couldn't get off. At last,
I got a pattern going of leg and body movments.
When I came, my whole body quivered and squirmed, which made the ropes
tickle my clit even more into a longer orgasm. I never felt anything like it
before. It was so strange and intense.
After I had finished, he came over to me and untied the ropes that held my
legs to my wrists. He then untied the ropes from my ankles, and picked me
up. He carried me to the bedroom, when the stage was set for the next scene.
Jim had bought a set of bright red satin sheets, and put them on the bed.
Again the room was lit only with candles. He laid be on the bed and untied
the ropes that were still on me. He left me gag, and never spokes a word.
My tied my left wrist to the base of post, and did the same with my right
wrist. Our bed lends itself well to this, since it's a four poster. He slowly
pulled my wet panties off me and smelled them. He said something to the effect
of how sweet they smelled.
He then spread my legs, gently pulled me down so my body was tense, and
tied each of them to oppisite posts. I remembered in your letter about being
tied like this. I was getting hot all over again.
I thought it was strange when he lopped the rope around my heels. He told
me later that he he wanted them to remaine on my feet so I would look my best
and didn't want me to loose them in all the excitement.
He went right to work. He sat on the bed and told me he would not come
again until I had three more orgasms. At the time, I didn't think he could
make me come four times total, and that I wouldn't be able to do it. The most
we had done was three in one night, but since he was going to try, so would I.
He started by slowly running his hands over my body. He left no place
untouched. When he got to my chest, he pulled the teddy away and pulled my
breasts free. My nipples were hard with excitment. He played with them for a
long time, holding, rubbing, squizing them. I was squirming with desire by
now, wanting him like never before.
His fingers made their way down to my wet pussy. He teased me for a
while, playing with me, teasing my clit. At last, he stopped playing and
plunged two fingers into me. At the same time, he bent down and sucked on my
nipple. With his fingers pumping in and out, and his hot mouth tormenting my
breasts, I came quickly and intensly.
I must have come for a minute before I relaxed and my breathing became
normal again. That was the first of three. I wondered what he had in store
for me next. I didn't have to wait long.
He opened his little bag again and pulled out a long white thing. It took
me a minute to realize that it was a vibrator. He turned it on and showed it
to me. It was bigger that any I've used before.
He teased me with it, running it over my ribs, my legs, my checks. At
last, he moved it down to my clit. It was running slowly, and felt like a
tongue flicking over and over my excited spot.
I was soon building up for another orgasm. He knew it and speeded it up.
I was thrashing on the bed, with my ass rubbing into the soft sheets. He then
plunged it into me and turned it on full.
I was really going wild now. How could I not be? My body was naked and
tightly tied to a satin covered bed. My mouth was well gagged. My pussy was
drenched and my clit was throbing. To top it all off, my lover was plunging a
virbrator in and out of me.
With my ass thrashing around, my limbs pulling on the ropes, and my mouth
making all sorts of muffled sound, I came again, coming harder that I did a
few minutes earlier. Jim pushed the dildo in deep, making me come even more.
I must have come for a couple of minutes before it was over. Jim pulled
the thing out of me and put it a way. I just laid limp on the bed, unaware of
what was to come next. He untied my ankles from the posts. I thought he might
do the same with my wrist, but he didn't.
Instead, he pulled a broom handle out from under the bed. With my legs
spread apart, he tied the poll to me feet. He actualy used my shoes to tie me.
He laid the poll on the inside arch of me heels, then wound rope over my feet,
and around my heels and ankles and the poll. It was ingenious, for the poll
was not on my legs at all. I couldn't remove my shoes from my feet, and if I
stood, the poll would be under me, yet still keeping my legs apart.
The final step, he tied a rope to the center of the poll. I wondered what
he was up to, but his next move really surprised me. He pulled my legs up into
the air and tied the rope to headboard. My heels were now point up toward the
ceiling and spread apart. My ass and pussy were now wide open to whatever he
wanted to do.
He knelt on the bed down by me ass. His hands went to work on me, running
up and down my legs, from my hips to my ankles. It was really strange, but
with the way I was helpless and defencless, I still found myself getting all
hot and horny again.
He moved down to me pussy, and burried his face in it. His tongue probed
my tunnel, licked my clit and generally got me going. His hands were firmly
on my hips, pulling himself in deeper. Within a few minutes, I was rolling my
ass around, and getting closer and closer to another climax.
I came about ten minutes later, when he finally let me. When ever I got
close, Jim would slow down, or just lick the inside of my thighs. But finally,
after I pleaded as much as I could through my gag, he plunged in and let me
come. It was the best yet. I felt it from my fingers to my toes.
He did it. That was the third of the three orgasms he promised me, and my
fourth one of the night. He let my legs down, and untied them from the poll,
and retied my ankles to the posts. I was limp, yet exhilerated, and it still
wasn't over.
He slowly pulled off his cloths to reveling his massive hardon. I was
exhausted, but I still got excited when I saw it. It seemed even bigger than
before. He slowly stoked it as he moved on top of me.
He rubbed it against my clit. I made a deep sighed as he teased me with
it. It didn't take long before I felt it slide inside my pussy, filling me up.
He slowly fucked me, taking slow, long stroked. My head was spinning. I
remember moving with him. He was so good, and it felt so wonderful.
When Jim shot another huge load into me, I sighed with content. It wasn't
the best fuck we ever had, but it was the perfect cap for a wonderful night.
I was too tired to respond much, but I still enjoyed it. After he stopped
coming, he pulled the gag from my mouth and kissed me deeply for several
minutes before pulling out and untieing me.
I removed my heels and stripped off the rest of my clothing. We cuddled
in the soft sheets naked, kissing each other passionately for half and hour
before we fell asleep in one another arms.
Well, that's it. I must thank you for suggesting we try it. It was the
best experience I ever had. Jim has told me he still has more ideas and plans
for another time. I can hardly wait.
Call or write me and tell me what happened between you and Jeff the other
night. I hope it's another good one. Maybe I'll have another story to tell
you too. I really hope to.
Friends forever,
Paula.
Dear Paula.
Well, it's Monday morning. I just spent the entire weekend with Jeff. To
be honest, I didn't have a choice. Let me tell you all the dirty little
details.
We meet in the lobby after work. He suggested that I drop off my car a
home, and he would drive us. He follow me home, and I got into his car. He
then told me he had a surprise for me. He said that a friend of his has a
place up north, a lake cottage, and we could use it for the weekend, if I
wanted to spend the weekend with him.
I thought about it for a minute, then decided what the heck. Jeff's a
nice guy and great in the sack. Besides, I wanted to see what he was up to. I
accepted, and we went in to pack me a bag.
I filled a small suitcase with some stuff. He told me to bring along a
swimsuit, shorts, blue jeans, and a simple skirt. I took my jean miniskirt,
and the other item I would need for the weekend. I also took another teddy,
for our evenings together.
As we packed my bag, I asked him if I was going to be his captive slave
for the weekend. He replied that I would be more like his love slave, and I
would have some freedoms, but I was there to serve him. The idea excited me.
For the entire weekend, he would do whatever he wanted to me, however he
wanted, and whenever he wanted. If he did half the things to me he did the
other night, it was going to be a great weekend.
We put my bag in his car, and headed for the highway. I would be a few
hours trip, so we stopped and got a bite to eat at a roadside restaurant.
After dinner, we got in the car, and he told me the rest of the trip I
would have to be bound and gagged. I figured, why not, and said alright.
Again, my hands were tied very tightly behind my back, my ankles ropes
together, and a gag was inserted into my mouth. I'm glad it was dark out. I
didn't want anyone to see me like this. We drove on for another two hours like
this. He told me some of the things he was going to do with me this weekend.
I was getting really horny. I squirmed around in my ropes, with my legs
rubbing together.
He could sense how hot I was. I was still waring my skirt and blouse from
work. He placed his hand on my legs, and slowly started to work up my thigh.
I was tingling all over and opened my legs in anticipation. I knew he was
going to make me come.
He was really surprised when he found I was waring stocking instead of
pantyhose. He pulled up my skirt and looked. I was pleased with myself for
doing it. He told me how happy he was that he found a girl that like these
things. I don't ware them too often, but I think I will going to more often.
He moved up to my wet panties, and rubbed his finger over my crotch. I
closed my eyes and let him do his work on me. He caressed my panties for
several minutes. I let out a soft moan, hoping he would do more.
He then reached inside, and slowly stroked my clit. It was throbbing, and
my juices were flowing like wild. He would push a finger into me and slowly
fuck me with it.
He kept me going for a long time. I was so close to coming, but he
wouldn't let me. I squirmed around and pleaded through my gag to let me come.
He just drove on, with a small smile on his face. Things were going according
to his plan.
After about a half hour of this, he finally plunged a finger into me, and
rubbed my clit with another. I came in a moment, my whole body trembling. I
remember moaning really loud. I never been kept from coming like this, and it
made my climax more intense. What a great start to the weekend. I sat in the
set limp for the rest of the drive.
We pulled off the highway, and drove on some back roads for about a half
hour. After that, we pulled down a long, dark dirt road, lined with tall pine
and maple trees. At last, we pulled up to the cottage.
It was a small place, what Jeff called an A-frame. He untied the ropes
around me, and pulled out my gag. We unloaded our stuff and went in. It was
just like I thought.
It was an older place, but still really nice. There was one bedroom and a
loft for sleeping in, a large living room, a full bath and a pleasant kitchen.
It was furnished with old solid wood and over stuffed furniture. It had a
great view of a small lake bay, but I couldn't see it since it was dark out.
I unpacked my things as Jeff started a fire it the wood burning stove.
Soon the place was nice and warm, with a great smoky smell to it. Now that we
were all settled in, we got down to business.
He got his bag of tricks out and ordered me to remove my blouse and skirt.
I did as he commanded as he turned down the lights. I stood before him just
waring my undies, stocking and heels. I was all in white, and he commented
that he liked how I looked.
He asked me if I knew what I was to do. I said my duty was to serve him
in whatever way he wanted me to. He was pleaded with that, and told be slaves
were meant to be bound and gagged. With that, he pulled some rope out and
bound my wrist behind my back. Another rope was tied above my knees so that I
could move about, but I was hobbled. A knotted cloth gag was placed in my
mouth to keep me from talking out of turn.
He sat in a chair and watched me. I knew he wanted me to struggle and put
on a show for him. I slowly turned around, showing off my body to him, as I
tried to free myself from the rope. As I moved, my heels clicked and slid
across the wood floor. I was getting turned on by this, and so was he.
After a few minutes, he ordered me to kneel in front of him. I did as he
said, though it was hard to get on my knees without the use of me hands. I
looked at the bulge in his pants and knew what he wanted. He told me that
this was my place, and I better remember it. I nodded my head, waiting for
him to open in pants and let me suck him off.
He opened his zipper very slowly and pulled out his hard cock. I looked
at it throb as he held it before me. He told me that he want me to do it
slowly, that he wanted to feel my lips over every inch of him. That if it
took half an hour to bring him off, than that was what I was to do. He pulled
the gag down from my lips, and let me suck it.
At last, I took his hard cock between my lips and proceeded to give him
the best blow job I ever gave. I went really slow, lightly sucking on it, or
licking the tip of it with my tongue. He played with my hair, and moaned
softly from time to time. This was a real turn on for me as much as it was
for him. I never gave someone head like this before, but I could see the
effect on him. He loved every sweet moment of it, and so did I.
It took some time, but he was just about to shoot his load. I took him in
all the way and let his load of cum shoot into my mouth. He pumped gallons
into me, but I somehow took every drop. Even after he stopped shooting, he was
still hard as he was before.
He told me I had done well, and I would be rewarded for my service. I was
led to the bedroom. There, he untied me and removed my bra and panties. He
walked around me for a moment, touching and feeling me where her wanted. I was
being inspected. He told me how much he liked my body, how it pleased him. He
then took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. He thenb placed me on the
bed, removed his cloths and made passionate love to me. He ate my pussy and
slowly fucked me twice, bringing me to several orgasms before we both fell
asleep, his cock still inside me.
The next morning, we awoke and fooled around again. He placed me on my
hand and knees and plowed my pussy good. What a way to wake up.
We made breakfast, and cleaned up afterwards. It was warm and sunny out,
so we decided to spend the day in the sun.
The lake was beautiful, and the water warm. The front of the property was
all soft sand. I put on my string bikini, and we went for a swim. Jeff wore
these tiny bikini swimsuit that made his front bulge.
After a swim, we laid in the warm sun. I was in a chase lawn chair, laid
back, soaking in the sun, sipping on a soda. After a while, Jeff went into
the cottage and got something. When he came back, he said he had caught his
lazy slave, and that I needed to be punished. I played along and pretended
like I was caught in the act and begging for his mercy.
He wouldn't hear it. He grabbed my wrists and tied them together tightly.
He did the same with my ankles. He shoved a gag into my mouth and told me
that I was going to be punished for being a bad slave.
He rolled me over on to my chest, with my arms above my head. He tied a
rope to my wrists, then pulled them over me so my elbows were pointing in
front of me and my wrists were behind my head. He bent my legs at the knees
and tied the other end of the rope to my ankles. It was a variation of a
hog-tie, and it worked very well. I could squirm, but not free myself from it.
He left me like this for a few moments. I struggled as best I could, but
couldn't get free for my life. He said I wouldn't get free, that he was too
good with rope to let that happen. He then spanked me on my ass a few times,
just hard enough to sting. He was punishing me, and I loved it.
Now that I was disciplined, he said I needed to be tormented and teased.
He untied me and rolled me over onto me back. He grabbed my left wrist and
tied it to the top of the chair. My right wrist received the same. He then
spread my legs and tied them to the end of the chair.
He left me like this for a few minutes. I struggled against the tight
ropes, trying to get free. He laughed at me as I did. He then came back over
and told me I needed to be humiliated. If I was going to lay in the sun, then
I should be totally exposed to it. With that, he untied tht bikini strings and
pulled my suit off. I was now completely naked and tied to the chase chair.
He left me alone for a few minutes. I was really getting turned on by
this. Here I was, stripped naked, tied up so I couldn't cover myself, gagged,
and helpless. In one way, I hoped nobody would come by on a boat and get a
look at me. On the other hand, I almost hoped someone would. I felt so sexy
that I wanted everyone to see.
He came back out a few minutes later with a cup in his hand and a bag in
the other. He pulled up a chair next to me and sat down. His hands played
with my tits, and he plunged a finger into my pussy. A almost came, except he
wouldn't let me. For several minutes, he played with me, telling me I didn't
deserve to come. He drove me wild, so much so I almost tipped over the chair.
A last, he rubbed my clit and fucked me with his finger. His hands can do
magic, because I came really hard, screaming into my gag as I did. He said to
scream as loud as I wanted, nobody would hear.
When I was finished, he let me lay for a moment before he tormented me
again. He said it was hot, and that I needed to be cooled off. He put his
hand into the cup, drew out an ice cube and placed it between my tits. It was
really wild, the cold shot through my body, giving me a real rush. He took
another in his other hand and held one to each of my breasts. They got hard
really fast.
He then would take them off and suck on my nipples for a moment, then put
them back on. He did this for a few minutes before placing a small cube on my
clit. That really drove me wild. At last, he placed a smooth cube into my
pussy. The cool water trickled out of me as my hot pussy melted it. It was
really wild. I was hot and horny all over again.
He then pulled something from the bag. I was shaped like a mans cock,
only longer and thicker. Jeff showed it to me and said that this would teach
me a lesion. He slowly shoved it into me pussy. I filled me up like nothing
ever did before. He then fucked me with it using long, slow strokes.
He slowly moved it faster and faster. I was building up to another orgasm.
Suddenly, the thing started to buzz inside me. It was a vibrator, and Jeff was
turning it up. It didn't take much after that for bring me off. I thrashed
around on the chair until my muscles tensed up and I came.
He then pushed the thing all the way in and turned it up. He left it there
and told me he might take in out in an hour or so. He pulled my chair into
the shade and left me there while he took a swim in the lake. I laid there,
pulling against the ropes, while this thing brought me off again and again.
Jeff came over to me from time to time, but did nothing but readjust a rope or
push the dildo in again.
At last, he returned and looked down on me. He asked if I had enough yet
and removed the thing from my pussy. Even after all the orgasms, I was still
horny. I wanted the real thing now, I wanted his cock.
I think he wanted to fuck me too, but he made both of us wait. He untied
me from the chair but retied my hands in front of me. He then took me over to
a patch of trees.
He hooked my wrists on a branch just above my head and tied it in place.
With my back to the smooth trunk, he tied my ankles together, then around the
base of the tree. He then wrapped lots of rope around me and the tree, pinning
me to it. I had rope above and below my chest, around my waist, my arms, my
hips, my thighs and my knees. When he was finished, I couldn't move a muscle.
I felt like an Indian captive, tied to the totem poll.
The cloth gag was removed from my mouth. He gave me a drink of water to
quench my thirst. He then produced a new kind of gag. It was a bright shinny
red ball, with a rope running through it. He called it a ball gag, and ordered
me to open wide. He shoved the ball between my lips and tied the rope around
my head. The thing kept my jaws pried apart and kept me silenced.
Jeff stood in front of me and watch me struggle as much as I could, which
wasn't much at all. I could turn my head and wiggle my fingers and toes, but
that was it. I could tell he was pleased with his work. He smiled at my
immobility and my futile efforts for freedom.
He told me I might have to stay like this for the rest of the afternoon.
I wondered if he could hold out that long. If was half as horny as I was,
he'd never make it. He walked away, put on a dark pair of sunglasses, and
laid down in the sun.
For at least two hours, I was like this. I had a view of the lake, and I
watched the boats on the water. One of them came by us. I saw two couples on
the deck, one woman pointing at us. After a minute, someone came on desk with
a pair of binoculars. They all took a look at me tied naked to the tree. They
must have thought something was wrong, for the waved their arms to get my
attention. I shook me head, then turned away as to say nothing was wrong. They
then gave a thumbs up, to which I nodded my head. They got the hint. They
looked on for some time before leaving. I don't know if Jeff saw them, but if
he did, he didn't care. I found it quite stimulating and arousing. I think
they did to, for the all went below deck as they left.
After the two hours were over, Jeff came back to me and played with my
nipples. They got hard at his touch, and I felt myself getting wet again. Jeff
removed my gag and kissed me hard before untying most of my ropes except for
my wrists. With them still tied together and to the tree, I wondered what he
had instore next.
He played with my clit for a moment, getting me really hot. He then pulled
off his swimsuit, exposing his raging hardon. He then reached down, grabbed my
legs at the back of the knees, lifted my feet of the ground so I was hanging
my my wrists, and rammed his cock into me.
It was wild. I was hanging by my wrists, he was holding on to my legs and
had them wrapped around him, his cock was pumping in and out of me. I wrapped
me legs around him to hold myself. He released my legs, and grabbed on to my
ass. In this position, the pressure was off my arms, so I could wiggle my ass
around in his hands as he pumped into my hot box. I came within a few minutes.
Jeff came a minute latter, thrusting into me really hard and pumping his hot
cum deep into my cunt.
He pulled out, letting my legs down again. He then untied my wrists and
took me into the lake. We went skinny dipping together in the warm water. He
took me in his arms again, and we screwed in the water. I floated on my back
as he pushed and pulled me over his cock.
I didn't come again, but who cares. I came so many time that afternoon, I
don't thing I could have again. When Jeff shot another load, I seemed to be
as big at the first. I never seen a man come so much, so many time in one day
as he could.
We got out and dried off. We were both tired, so we decided to catch a
nap. We laid naked on the bed together, sleeping in one another arms.
After we woke up, we made dinner and cleaned up. Jeff wanted to take me
into town that night and do a little drinking and dancing.
I put on the satin teddy I had packed. I thought he would get turned on
knowing I was waring it while we were out. I then put on my miniskirt, a low
cut blouse, stockings and my white high heels.
We drove into town and went to a bar called the Greentree. By our
standards, it was a dive. But it was the one place in town that young people
went to that resembled a real night club. There were a few red-necks in the
place, but for the most part, there were people our age. A lot of eyes fell
on us as we came in. They could tell, we weren't locals.
We got a small table in the corner near the dance floor. The music wasn't
the best, but we could dance to it. Jeff's a good dancer, and you know how I
like to dance. We did a few slow numbers together.
Jeff went up to the bar to get us a drink. One of the locals made a bee
line towards me. I guess he figured this was his chance. I decided to have a
little fun with him and hiked my skirt up my thighs, so the garter straps were
just visible at the top of my stockings.
He came over, beer in hand, flannel shirt and pot belly. He really
thought he was hot shit. He almost freaked when he looked down at my legs and
saw the stockings. He asked if I wanted a drink. I said I had one coming,
speaking really cold. Jeff was standing at the bar looking on. I flashed him
a look like I'm OK, just having a little fun. He caught it, but was ready to
jump in if I needed him.
He said something like I was really a fine looking lady, still staring at
my legs. I said I would consider it a complement, if the source was better.
He wasn't to pleased, but didn't know what to say next.
He then was so bold as to ask what Jeff had that he didn't. I said looks,
talent, brains, money, personality and a large cock that he knew how to use.
The red-neck looked at me like I was crazy. I then laughed a little, making
him real uncomfortable, and told him it had been a pleasure. He stalked off,
mumbling something about me being a bitch.
Jeff came back and asked if everything was alright. He knew it was, for I
had a case of the giggles for the moment and couldn't stop. For the rest of
the time we were there, I clung to Jeff. He didn't seem to mind one bit.
We went back to the cottage around midnight. Jeff went to the bathroom
for a few minutes, so I had my chance. I rummaged through his little bag of
tricks and found the perfect items, two pairs of bright shinny handcuffs and
the red ball gag. I turned the lights down and stripped off my blouse and
skirt. I shoved the ball into my mouth and tied the ends behind my head. I
laid down on the couch and locked my ankles into a pair of handcuffs. I rolled
over onto my stomach and locked my wrists behind my back with the other pair.
I just finished in time. I had just locked my wrists in place when I
heard his footsteps coming back. He entered the room and received quite a
shock. He stood in the doorway for a moment, looking me over. I squirmed on
the couch, wiggling my ass like I was in heat, making soft moaning sounds
through my gag. I was making love to my bonds. He came over to me and sat
next to me, slowly caressed my body, telling me how much he liked it. He said
that I seemed to be learning my place as a slave, in chains and sexy clothing.
He teased me for an hour, pulling my panties down and playing my wet pussy
and clit. He caressed my ass, telling me how much he liked it. He described
in great detail, tell me all the parts of it he liked.
Just when I could stand it no longer, he climbed on top of me, and buried
his face in my crotch, only from behind. His face was buried in my ass, his
hot breath on my skin, his tongue licking my clit and thrusting into my cunt.
I was so excited by know, that I came within a minute, moaning into my gag. I
felt wonder, being deprived for so long, then getting exactly what I needed.
When I finished coming, he dropped his pants and rammed his cock into my
wet tunnel, burying his hardon deep inside me. Waisting no time, he started
pumping me, his cock penetrating deeper and deeper each time. I arched my back
to get him in further. He humped like mad, his hips crushing into my behind.
At last, he made a moan and shot another load of come into me. His hot
sperm rushing inside me triggered another climax in me. Our moans mixed
together, only mine was muffled. He came so much, pumping my cunt filled.
When he had finished, he moved off me and pulled up his pants. He said
that I had been a good slave today, and that he would allow me to sleep with
him tonight. I kinda wished her would have left me there, chained up and
gagged for the night, then return later and screw me again. But sleeping with
him was just as good. We got into bed, naked of course, and fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up before him. He was on his back, a lump in the
sheets from his hardon. I slowly pulled the sheet down and moved my face to
his cock. I woke him up a few minutes later, my lips wrapped around his head,
sucking and pumping it like a good girl.
It took a while, but soon he was moaning a little, getting ready to shot
his wad. Now it was my turn to tease him. I slowed down, taking his cock from
my mouth and licking it. When his orgasm subsided, I took it back in, built
him up again, then took it out once more. I did this five times before I let
him release his load. I let it spray out of his cock, shooting all over his
belly and balls. I watched it shoot out, amazed at how much he could come at
one time. I rubbed it over his body, my hands covered with it.
When he at last stopped, I kissed him good morning and got out of bed. We
made breakfast, cleaned up and took showers. All that time, he didn't say a
word about my blow job. I wondered if did something wrong.
Before noon, he instructed me to go put on a garter belt, stockings and
high heels, and to meet him up in the loft. I went to the bedroom as told got
ready per his instruction, put on a robe and went to the loft.
When I got to the top of the steps, his eyes fell on me. His look was very
stern, very strict. He wasn't mad or anything, just determined. He ordered
my to remove my robe and come to him. I dropped the wrap and slowly walked up
to him, my head bowed. I didn't say a word. I knew I was in for it.
I was moved under a wooden beam that hung low in the middle of the loft.
It wasn't for support or anything, but was hung there at a particular height.
My wrists were wrapped in black leather wrist cuffs, as he called them. My
right hand raised up to the beam. To my surprise, there was an eyeloop bolted
into it. To this my wrist was locked with a small brass padlock. My other
hand was lifted and locked to another eyeloop, about three feet from the
other. My hands were now firmly anchored to the rafter.
He then placed more leather cuffs on my ankles, but these were locked to
one another, holding my legs together. He took a leather sharp like thing and
moved it toward my mouth. It had a pouch in the middle of it. The pouch was
shoved between my lips, and the straps buckled behind my head.
Lastly, he picked up another leather cuff, only this one was a collar. He
wrapped it around my neck, buckling in tight. I knew it was meant to be a
slave collar. It wasn't to tight to cut off my throat, just nice and snug.
Now that I was secure, he walked about me, reviewing me like a subject. I
struggled in my shackles, groaning softly through my gag. The was I was tied
allowed my to squirm around alot, wiggling my ass for him to view. He wanted
me to do, squirm around in my bonds.
He then stood before me and told me what was happening. He said that even
though I was a good girl this morning, giving his cock a nice blow job, I
still was in trouble. First, I had woke him up. Second, I teased him rather
than giving him pleasure. Third, I didn't drink his come. And fourthly, I
let his come spray all over himself, then rubbed it over him.
I knew he wasn't really serious about all this. I knew he loved every
minute of it this morning. But he was using it as an excuse to punish me
again. If his punishment was like yesterdays, I'd have to do it more often.
He then sentenced my to the rest of the afternoon in bondage. He said
that if I was going to tease him, even the slightest bit, I would have to pay
the price for it and be shown what real teasing was.
Already I was getting hot. Just being with him like this, naked, all tied
up and gagged, would make anyone horny. I squirmed even more, moaning softly
to him, trying to tell him how much I wanted him.
He said first the punishment, then the lesion. He walked behind me and
began to caress me ass. His touch raced through my senses. Then, without
warning, he slapped his hand across my ass. It made a loud swat. I jumped and
let out a small grunt when he hit. It didn't hurt, just surprised me and
stung a little. Again he caressed it, then spanked me again.
He did this for quite some time, rubbing or squeezing or caressing my ass,
then slapping it without warning. He pinched it a couple of times too, or
spanked it two or three times in a row. Each check received it. Not knowing
when he was going to do it drove me wild, and made me jump and groan each time
he did. The whole time, my desire built higher and higher, making me squirm
even more.
He said something about making my ass burn and red, but he didn't mean it.
He was hitting it just enough to let me know it was a spank, not a beating. I
really found it exciting and stimulating.
When he finally finished, he bent down and kissed each one of my checks.
He moved in front of me and began to fondle me breasts. My nipples were so
hard, I thought they were going to explode.
Then. without warning, he turn and went down the steps. I groaned to him
through my gag. I pleaded with him not to leave me like this, all hot and
helpless. But he was unmoved, not even looking back as he went out of sight.
I continued to squirm in my shackles. I couldn't help it, I was so horny,
I was even moaning with eroticism. What a cruel yet deliciously wonderful way
to punish me. To get me so excited, then leave me to squirm in it, unable to
do anything about it was brilliant. Nothing could possibly be worse.
I don't know how long he left me like this. I felt like hours before he
returned. He released my hands from the rafters. I wanted to go for his
cock, but never got the chance. He pulled my hands behind me back and locked
the cuffs together.
Mike set me on my knees and a small pad. Without fanfare, he opened his
pants, pulled his rod out, yanked my gag down and shoved his hard rod into my
mouth. I hungrily took it, sucking on it hard. Mike told me to do it right
this time, or my sentence would be a lot longer. He moved his hips back and
forth, fucking my mouth with it. I wanted it so bad. I thought if I did it
right this time, he would then take care of my needs.
Soon, the only thought I had was to make it cock shoot his come into me
and swallow every sweet drop. He moaned as he pumped my face, holding my head
with both hands, thrusting his tool deep into my throat.
Then, I knew he was about to come, for he moaned and pulled my head down
over his dick. He exploded with a load of jism, pumping it into me. At first,
I didn't have to swallow, I just slid right down. As it lessened, I sucked it
out of him, drinking it down until there was no more. After he stopped, I
licked it clean, getting every drop from him I could.
Even before he put his cock away, the gag was between my teeth again.
With me gagged, he hitched up his pants and again turned his attention to me.
I hoped he would spread me legs and bring me off. But he didn't.
He picked me up and moved me over to a vertical post. Like the beam, I
don't think it was for support or anything like that. He removed the cuffs
from my wrists and ankles, then made me stand against the post facing it. My
hands were wrapped around the poll and tied together very tightly. Next, he
wound rope around my back and pulled me against the post. He pulled the ropes
really tight. He did this all over my body, from the legs up, pinning my arm
down too.
He then made me wrap me legs around the post. He tied my ankles together,
then wound rope around my legs and support. I thought I would slide down the
post, but I didn't. All the ropes held me to it tight. I was like I was
hugging the post for dear life.
He pulled the leather pouch from my mouth and replaced it with a knotted
cloth. I made a sigh when he put the knot into my mouth. At least when he
was tying me, he also was touching me.
With his work done, he walked around me, surveying. He smiled when his
look was complete, and went back down again. Again he has left me to squirm
in my own lust. This was even worst. When I gave him head, I thought he might
to the same to me, which got me even more excited. Then, just to retie me and
leave me again. I was burning up with desire.
With my body tied against the poll, I couldn't move much. I did find that
I could move my hips up a little. The poll was in my crotch, and I found
myself trying to rub against it to get some relief. It didn't work to well,
just seeming to get me even more excited. I moaned a lot, loud enough for him
to hear it I think.
He finally returned some time later. He slowly unwound all my ropes until
just my hands were tied around it. He then showed me something. I was made
of a plastic, purple in color, with straps on it. He said that this will teach
me not to tease again.
He placed the thing over my pussy and strapped it to my thighs and hips.
It covered my crotch, resting against me clit. He then untied me hands and
moved me over to the pad on the floor.
He then produced several black leather straps. Jeff pulled my wrists
behind my back and strapped them together. Another strap buckled around my
upper arms, pulling me elbows closer together. He then took more straps and
lopped them around my body. He buckled one strap below my breasts, another
above them. Another went around my waist. My arms were pinned to my back.
My legs had straps at the ankles, thighs, calves and just above my knees.
He even strapped my feet together. I guess he didn't want me to loose my
heels. He pulled all the straps extra tight, just for good measure, with all
the buckles behind me.
The cloth gag was removed. He pulled out a black ball gag and pushed it
into my mouth. As he buckled the thing to my head, I made a small moan. It
really felt good to be all strapped in leather, with my mouth stuffed.
Once I was all strapped up and gagged, he laid me on the floor. He played
with my breasts for a moment, squeezing and pinching them. He then reached
down to the plastic thing and turned it on. The thing began to vibrate against
my clit. I went really wild. I moaned and groaned as it vibrated against me.
He told me to enjoy this lesion and again left me. I moaned to him not to
leave. Again he went down, leaving me alone on the floor.
The thing teased my clit again and again. I rolled around on the floor,
struggling in my leather straps. I moaned a lot from sheer ecstasy. I was so
horny. The vibrator built me up to a huge climax. I orgasmed, screaming into
the rubber ball. My body rolled around as the wave of pleasure rolled over me.
Again and again this happened. It built me up, brought me off, and started
again. I don't know how many times it made me come. Each time, my body tensed
and squirmed in my bonds. Each time, I moaned and groaned.
By the time he returned, I was exhausted. I laid on the floor panting.
The thing still humming along. He turned it off and removed the ball from my
mouth. I caught my breath as he removed all of the straps. He then very
gently picked me up and carried me over to the couch.
I sat in the center of the couch while he went to work. It was a strange
couch. The pillows came off the back, which was just a rope netting. The
frame was wooden, and lent itself very well to bondage.
He tied a lone rope to each of my wrists. He then tied the other end to
the back frame. Me arms were up in the air, away from my body. It was like I
was tied to a cross.
He tied ropes to me legs and spread them apart. The free ends were tied
to the legs of the couch. It held my legs wide open and gave a clear shot to
my wet pussy. I could squirm around a lot, but not cover myself. He then
pulled the gag from my mouth. He didn't replace it either.
This time, he didn't leave. Instead, he got on his knees in front of me
and began to slowly eat my pussy. I didn't think I could get excited again,
but soon I was moaning and groaning under his tongue. He really got me hot
fast. I raised my ass to give him a better shot in.
I took a while, but soon I was ready to orgasm again. He had slowly
brought me to this level. But instead of bring me off, he slowed down and
kissed my thighs. He was paying me back for this morning. I groaned at him,
asking him to bring me off. I got a taste of me own medicine.
He brought me close four of five times. Each time he stopped, I moaned to
him and squirmed my ass around. I begged him to let me come. He didn't care.
He was getting his revenge.
At last, he took pity on me and brought me off. His tongue went deep
inside me as he squeezed me tits. I let out a loud moan and came again. He
kept licking me, making me come even more.
When I finished, he untied my legs and tied my ankles together. Me wrists
were freed, then tied behind my back. He then laid me down on the couch with
my ass in the air. He took off his cloths, climbed on top of me and shoved
his hard cock into me.
He rammed me from behind, slamming his hips into me ass. I groaned as he
did. I finally was getting my pussy stuffed. His cock slid in and out of me
as he pumped my pussy. It wasn't long before he moaned, rammed in really deep
and shot a huge load of come into me. I gasped when I felt him erupt inside
me. His come felt hot, almost boiling.
When he finished shooting, he jump off me and carried me over to the floor
again. He wasn't soft, and he still wanted more of me. He played with my tits
for a while, getting me aroused once more. He untied me, then retied me with
my wrists roped to my ankles. He crawled on top of me, and shoved his hard
rod into me. Now I could move with him, and partly wrap my legs around him.
He slow humped me for a while. It was a long time before Jeff was ready
to shoot again. We kissed long and deep as we did. I squeezed him with my
legs, happy to have him inside me again. At last, he grabbed my ass, pushed
into me so hard he bottomed out, and shot another load deep into me. By then,
I was cumming myself, and almost passed out from the pleasure.
He laid on me for a while, still kissing one another. He then pulled out
and untied me. We laid on the floor for a while, just cuddling one another.
It was getting late, and the weekend was coming to an end. Jeff had
already packed for us, so all we had to do was close up the place and head
home. We talked about the weekend, and how much it meant to both of us.
We stopped for dinner alone the way, and finished the drive before ten.
He took me home and helped me with my bag. Before he could leave, I wrapped
my arms around him an kissed him passionately. Within a few minutes, we were
in the bedroom, naked and fooling around again. We did a lot of foreplay
before we slow fucked for half an hour.
After he left, and I was alone in my bed, I couldn't stop thinking of
him. I think I'm in love with him, and plan to tell him tomorrow.
Friends forever,
Ann.
Dear Ann.
I got your letter yesterday. It sure sounds like you had a wonderful time
together. I hope things work out for you two. You sound so excited and happy.
Well, one exciting weekend deserves another. Let me tell you what happened
over my weekend. It acutally started earlier that the weekend.
On Thursday night, Jim went over to Rick and Laura's place for the
evening. I knew he was going over to help them with something. He wouldn't
tell me what it was all about. At first, I was a little upset with him. I
thought there might be something going on with the three of them. But when he
came home that night, he was so excited and horny, he screwed me twice and
brought me off three times before we went to sleep. I couldn't stay mad at
him, and he swore nothing happened.
So, Friday night, Jim said he had a surprise for me. He told me to go put
on a sexy teddy and high heels. I wore a matching set of red lace panties,
bra, garter belt, along with red stockings and spiked high heels.
I returned to the living room to find that Jim had set a chair in front of
the TV. He had me sit down in the chair and bound me to it. My hands were
tied behind my back and around the chair. My legs were tied together at the
ankles and knees. He then wound rope around my body and the chair, making
sure I couldn't move or free myself. He finished off with a red cloth
between my teeth for a gag. He called this detective style bondage, the kind
they show in the movies when the heroin it captured by the bad guys.
Satisfied I was secured, he said he wanted me watch something. He popped
a tape into the VCR and hit the play button. As the taped began, he said that
this is what he was doing over a Rick's place the night before.
The scene opened to a view of a living room. I reconized it as Rick and
Laura's place. The camera panned the room and fell upon the front door. The
door opened and in came Laura. Laura's a dark haired girl, with a rather sexy
body, but she seems to be a slut. She wore a short black leather mini-skirt,
a low cut red satin blouse, spiked black high heels, and a red leather coat.
She closed the door behind her and slid off her coat. As she walk toward
the kitchen, someone jumped out and grabed her, one arm around her waist
pinning her arms down, and a hand over her mouth. At first, you couldn't tell
who it was, but then I figured out that it was Rick.
He pulled her back into the living room. Laura was kicking and screaming
through his hand, but not very hard. Her arms are pulled behind her back and
bound together with rope. She grunts and groans as the ropes are pulled extra
tight. He then shoved a cloth into her mouth and places several wide pieces
of tape over her lips. Her grunts become muffled.
He then tied ropes around her arms, punning them to her body. She tied to
move free of him, but is held in place. Her ankles are then bound together,
then her legs above the knees. He let her stand for a while struggling in her
ropes. She moaned and groaned as she twisted her body around, fighting the
tight ropes holding her body secure.
By now I figured that this was some kind of mock bondage and rape sceen.
Rick and Laura were the charaters, and Jim was the camera man. They were
really going a good job of it. Jim had several great shoots, holding the
camera very still. Rick was a good vilian, tying his captive up very tightly
and unescapably. And Luara made a sexy damsil in distress.
Rick came back in and told her she was going to get what she needed. A
good roping and and a good screwing. He played with her body through her
clothing, grabbing her breasts and rubbing her pussy. Laura still fought the
ropes, but the pleasure was starting to come through.
Rick then set his wife on her knees on the floor. He let her struggle for
a moment before moving in front of her, his crotch staring her strait in the
face. He opened his pants and let his manhood spring out. He was a preaty big
guy, a lot bigger that I gave him credit for.
He told her to suck him off, pulled the tape off her face, yanked the
cloth from her mouth and shoved his cock between her lips. At first, Laura
didn't want it, moaning her discontent. But after a few strokes, she began to
mum on it, sucking it and sliding her lips up and down his shaft.
Rick was moaning, still looking down at her. His hips were moving back
and forth. Soon, he was pumping her face, screwing her mouth like it was her
love tunnel. Laura was doing well, moaning for him to shoot.
It only took a couple of minutes before he let out a gasp and shot his
come into her mouth. She swallowed like crazy, but couldn't get it all. It
shot over her face and lips, Laura licking up the jism from her lips.
Rick pulled his cock away from her lips. She moaned to him, asking him to
make her come too. He laughs at her and shoves the cloth between her lips
again as she scene fades.
The scene returns. Laura lays face down on the floor. Rick is putting the
finishing touches on what Jim said was an arm sheeth. Made of black leather
and straps, the sheeth is placed over the arms, strapped to the victoms
shoulders, then laced up until her arms become as one, incased in a leather
pouch. Rick was just finishing the lacing. Laura moaned though her black ball
gag. The gag was also a leather strap, pushing the ball deep into her mouth.
He blouse was gone, her breasts covered with a black lace bra. Rick then
placed a leather strap around her ankles, pulling it tight before buckling it.
Another strap went around her thighs, just abouve the knee. One more strap
went around legs just below her hips, squezzing her leather skirt around her
body tight. She moaned and groaned, squriming her body around in the straps.
They again let her go for several minutes. She played to the camera,
moaning, rolling, twisting, pleading with her eyes for freedom that wouldn't
come. But there was also desire in her eyes. She loved the bondage she was in.
After a few minutes, Rick returns and unbuckles the belt around her upper
thighs. He then slowly unzips her mini-skirt, and slowly pulls it down her
legs. She moans as he does it. She left waring a matching black lace panties
and a garter belt. She legs are covered in sheer black stocking.
Down to her undies, Rick now adds several straps to her body. Her body is
belted at the ankles, calves, above and below the knees, the thighs, hips,
waist, and above and below her chest. She squirmed about on the floor, rolling
around, unable to wiggle her body for all the belts around her. She is totally
helpless, and loving it. Her moans confermed that.
After several minutes and some close-ups, the scene fades. By this time,
I'm getting hot myself. Jim was sitting on the floor next to me, caressing
his fingers up and down my bound legs. Watching the girl made me think of Jim
and me the other night, and what else he might do to me.
A new scene came on. Now Laura has be deprived of her bra and panties.
She is left with her garter belt, stockings and heels. She is laying on her
back, on top of a glass and chrome coffee table. Her arms have been pulled
over her head and strapped to the legs of the label. More straps have her
belted to the table, one at her waist and another just under her breasts. Her
legs are spread apart and strapped to the table legs. Though her feet were on
the floor, her pussy is wide open, ready of ravishing. Her mouth is still
stuffed with the ball gag.
The camera moved around her, viewing her from all angles. She moans, her
hands clench, then unclench and she struggles against the straps. She can't
get free, and it dosn't look like she wants to.
After a few minutes of futile effort, Rick came back in. He began to play
with his trussed wife, caressing her nipples and her pussy. She was so hot,
she moaned and groaned under his touch. His fingers then pushed inside her,
slowly slinding in and out of her, while his other and squezzed her breasts.
I thought he might let her come, but instead her moved his lips down her
body, leaving a trail of kisses all over her. He sucked on her nipples, then
between her mounds before moving his face between her legs.
He plunged right in, shoving his tongue into her tunnel. She climaxed
within a minute, screaming into her gag. She was a real screamer, for the
whole time, she moaned and groaned into her ball. It lasted for quite some
time before it was over.
Rich never stopped. He continued to eat her out. Jim moved in for a
closer shot, watching him do his work, then swing up her body to show her head
moving from side to side and she closed her eyes. In a few minutes, she was
again ready to come. Rick attacked her clit, licking it into a frenzy. She
came again, just as intense as before, maybe even stronger.
When she was finished, we had one last long view of her well formed body
strapped down before it faded away. I myself was getting very excited. My
pussy was very hot and wet, and I found myself softly moaning. Jim had now
worked his hands up my thighs and was teasing my pussy through the material.
Another scene came in. This time, she is on a brass bed, handcuffed to
the headboard and footboard in a spread eagle. Her gag had been replaced with
a black cloth, with another one stuffed in her mouth. A black cloth also
covered her eyes. She was naked, cuffed, gagged and blindfolded.
Again the camera swung around. She moaned and groaned, the cuffs klinking
against the brass as she struggled against her bonds. Her nipples were very
hard, making her boobs stand up. Her pussy was dripping her and squriming
around like she was fucking someone.
After a minute, Rick came back in, only waring small black briefs. He
moved on top of her and ground his satin cover crotch into hers. He humped
her like this for a moment, making her get even hotter.
I too, was getting hotter just watching her. Jim and I will rent skin
flicks from time to time and generally get excited by them. But this was
really getting me going, more that the usual.
At last, Rick pulled his hardon out and rammed it into her. She moaned
very loud as he slammed into her wet cunt. He slammed again and again into
her, making her shackled body bounce. They both grunted and groaned as they
humped like mad.
After a few minutes, Rick slammed deep into her one last time and shot
another load of come deep into her tunnel. Laura moaned as he pumped her pussy
full of the hot fluid.
He finished filling her, pulled his cock from her tunnel and walked off
the screen. The cum dripped out of her as the tape ended.
Jim stopped the tape and turned it off. He played with me for a few
minutes, asking me if I liked it. I moaned and nodded my head as he cupped my
breasts in his hands.
He untied me from the chair and removed my gag. I was all over him,
kissing his lips and pulling the cloths from his body. Jim quickly removed my
bra and panties as I pulled his pants off him, making him naked.
We got on the floor, squriming out bodies into one another as we pressed
our lips into one anothers. After a few sweet minutes, I rolled him over,
climbed on him into a 69 position, and went down on him. Jim went to work on
my clit, teasing it with his tongue. It felt so good, sending waves of
pleasure through my body.
He timed is licking to match his own orgasm. As he felt his load begin to
boil, he speeded up, bringing me to the edge of my orgasm. He moaned loud, I
moaned loud and we both came. He shot a huge load of come down my throut as I
covered his face with my juices. I came really hard, my body completly
stimulated with erotic pleasure.
After we were both done, we went to the bedroom and made slow, passion
filled love for an hour before he exploded another load into my tunnel. After
that, we fell asleep in one anothers arms.
The next morning, we made pancakes for breakfest. I was waring one of his
old shirts, he a pair of shorts. I love mornings like this, with nothing to
do but enjoy one another.
He then had a kinky thought. He went and got a length of rope and tied my
hands together behind my back. He moved me onto the floor and slowly
unbuttoned my shirt. With me now naked, he poured warm syrip over my body and
slowly licked it off me. It was really fun, him licking the sticky stuff off
me, tickling me as he did. I giggled and sighed one after the other.
He then dipped his cock head into the syrip, then let me lick it off of
him. At first, I licked, then took it into my mouth like a kid would with a
popcyle. It was fun, the syrip and sperm mixing together.
He took it from my mouth and slid it into my pussy. Laying on my back, my
bound hands pushed into my back, but I didn't care. It felt so good, and so
enjoyable as he slid in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around him as we
giggled and laughed while we made love. We then rolled over and I was on top
of him, hands tightly bound and his hard cock slowly moving deep inside me.
It took a while before He shot a huge load of sperm into me, filling me
up. It felt so good, the hot fluid inside me. He left it in me for a while
as we kisses, his body getting covered in syrip from mine.
After he released me, we took a shower together and dried one another off.
It's fun doing that. Nothing sexual, just washing and rinsing one anothers
body. We kissed deeply, but didn't fool around again.
After we cleaned up the kitchen, we sat in the family room for a while
talking. It was such an enjoyable day, just the two of us. He then asked me
about the vidio the night before. I told him how excited it made me, and how
horny I got watching it.
We talked about it for a while, and about Rick and Laura. He was leading
toward something, I could tell. So I asked him about it, if he wanted to make
a vidio of something.
He thought for a moment before he said it. He wanted to go over to their
place tonight, and have a bondage session with them. I was surprised as his
propisistion. Being tied up by him was one thing, but having other people I
really didn't know well do it was another. Jim said that nothing would happen
sexually, at least form them, if I didn't want to.
It was a strange offer. I could tell that he wanted to do it, but if I
didn't, that was OK. He knew it was unusual. But he explained that Rick had
sujested it and it was a fantasy of both Rick's and Laura's. Having two
woman, tied up and gagged, their bodies naked and exposed. It was something
they always wanted to do, but never could find someone to act it out with.
I thought about it for a while. On the one hand, I wasn't sure if I could
trust them. I knew Jim would protect me and wouldn't let anything happen, if
I didn't want it to. On the other hand, it could be exciting and fun. Rick
was an rope expert, and Jim could go down on me all night. Besided, I could
get some mild revenge on Laura too.
I agreed to try it, as long as it would stop if I said so. Jim kissed me,
and thanked me. Maybe it was becoming a fantasy of Jim's too. He called Rick
and set it all up for that evening.
We got over there about seven. Rick and Laura turned out to be good hosts,
providing us with wine and horderves. We had a pleasent conversation, covering
several topics. They then asked if I wanted a tour of their house.
The house was the usual, except for the basement. Throughout the place,
little bondage items had been installed, almost hidden if you wern't looking
for them. The basement was completly converted into a bondage room, filled
with everything imaginable to be tied with and too. I was amazed at all of it.
We went back to the living room and got down to business. Rick set up a
vidio camera and popped a tape in. Laura decided she wanted to go first and
stripped of her cloths. She she was finished, she was waring a black leather
corset, black lace panties and garter belt, and black stockings. She put on a
pair of black pattened leather high heels shoe. She was really built, and
looked like she was ready to fuck.
Rick got a box filled with little bundles of rope. We all took some and
begind to tie her up. Rick bound a rope to each of her wrists, the tied the
rope to her thighs. As he tied down her other wrist, Jim was busy winding
rope around her waist and chest, pinning her arms to the side of her body. I
was tying her ankles together, then her thighs. I pulled the rope really
tight, making her thighs press into one another.
After we had incased her in ropes Rick started the camera. Laura squirmed
and wiggled around, constantly moaning and groaning. After a few minutes,
Rick handed me the black ball gag with the leather straps. He whispered to me
to make it extra tight. Laura groaned as I slowly moved over to her. I shoved
the ball between her lips, and buckled the strap around her head. Laura moaned
as I pulled it tight, but it was a moan of arousment. I checked her ropes,
making sure there were no lose ends and walked away.
Laura struggled in her bonds, moaning as she did. She body twisted and
turned as she fought, keeping her balance on her sky high heels. For all her
struggles, she didn't loosed one rope.
We paused the camera and set the bound woman on the floor her her to
struggle. She rolled around moaning, her fingers fluttering as her legs
kicked. She really was worming around for some time before Jim gave me
instructions to go over and hog-tie her.
I took the rope and entered into the sceen. She groaned when she saw me
with the rope in my hand. I rolled her onto her face, tied the rope to her
wrists. I bent her legs way back and tied the other end to them. She grunted
and groaned as I did. After I finished, I reached up and pulled her breasts
free from the corset. She really has nice breats. It was funny, but I like
the feeling, a real power trip, and it felt exciting and sexy to do it.
Again, we let her squirm around in her hog-tie, the whole time, grunting
and groaning. I reached over and felt the huge hardon in Jim's pants. He too
was excited by this, just as I was getting.
After a few minutes, Rick stopped the camera and we untied Laura. She
gave me a funny look and said that now it was my turn. I knew I was in for it
now, for she had revenge on her mind. I wasn't sure I was ready for this.
We moved over to the coffee table, and the camera was started. Both men
took one of my arms to hold me. I start to squirm as Laura came up to me.
She raised up a knotted white cloth to my mouth. I groan as she pushed the
knot into my mouth and tied it around my head.
She then lets her hands run over my body. It felt strange to have a woman
do this to me, yet still I was excited. She started to unbutton my blouse.
The guys held me as she slowly undid each one. I groaned as she undid the last
and pulled my blouse back and the boys slid my arms out of it. She then opened
my jeans, slowly pulled the zipper down and slid my pants down my legs to my
ankles. She made me step out of them, so I was standing in my undies.
I wore a matched set of white bra, panties and garter belt, sheer white
stockings and my four inch white heels. It was like Laura and I were in
complete contrast to one another. Her in black outfit with dark hair, me in
white with blond hair. It was like good and evil.
I hoped she was going to stop there, but I was wrong. She opened the
latch on my bra, freeing my breasts from the cups. Again, the men slipped my
arms free from it, so I was topless. Laura then caressed my hips, over the
lace of my panites. She slowly slid them down my legs, again making me step
out of them. Now I was naked, waring only garder belt, stocking and heels.
The vidio camera caught every second of the scene before it was paused.
They made me lay down on the coffee table, face up. Jim and Rick pulled
my hands over my head and quickly tied them tightly to the legs of the table.
Meanwhile, Laura was busy tying my spread ankles to the other table legs. It
was a large table, so except for my hands, I fit completly on top of it, my
head at one end, my spread feet at the other.
The camera was reaimed and started again. Jim and Rick stood outside the
setting, while Laura knelt on the floor on the opposite side. I was still
gagged, and I squirmed my trussed body in the ropes. Laura had a cunning look
on her face. The shoe was on the other foot, and she was loving it.
Her hands began to roam over my naked and tied body. Her fingers touched,
caressed and explore me. She touched every part of my body, my arms, my chest,
my adomen, my hips, my legs. I squirm under her hands, letting out soft sighs
and moans.
Her hands cup my breasts, squeezes them, cuddles them, pinches my nipples,
fondeling the flesh. Her hand moves down to my tunnel, and she begins to
probe my wetness. Her fingers tease my clit, and push inside me.
Then, Jim came over and moves to my crotch. He slowly started to kiss my
thighs, them moves to my bush. He licked and kissed and nibbled on my pussy.
Soon, my head is whirlling. Then I feel a set of lips on my each of my
breats, Laura on one, Rick on the other. Sensations flooded me, sending me
into a world of sexual arousment and pleasure.
Slowly, they bring me off. Each delishess moment brings me closer and
closer to climaxing. I'm moaning continually now, my eyes closed, drinking in
the feeling that are overwhelming me.
Suddenly, the climax overtakes me, making me moan wildly as my whole body
trembles and shudders. Jim teases my clit even more, prolonging the orgasm.
After it is over, they move off me and paused the camera a moment later.
They released me and helped me up. Laura looked very pleased with herself. I
moved next to Jim and gave him a passion filled kiss on the lips. I was giving
Rick and Laura a sign that even though I had gone with this, Jim was still the
only one who had permisson to please me. I think they got the message.
The next scene was set. Laura's panties are removed as is her corset,
leaving her body naked except for her garder belt, stocking and heels. We
were identical now, except she was in black, and I was in white.
Then Laura and I were instructed to kneel on the floor, with our backs to
one another. My legs went under Laura and hers under me. Rick told us to put
out hands around one another. With my hands around her waist, and hers around
mine, Rick and Jim locked handcuffs to our wrists.
With our hands locked around one another, our legs were next. Her ankles
were tied to my knees, and my ankles to her knees. Tied like this, our legs
were held spread apart and kept us from moving around much. It also help us
keep out balance and support one another.
Simple cloth gags were placed in our mouths and tied behind our heads,
hers black, mine white. Now that our bodies were secured and our voices
suppressed, the boys stepped back and started the camera.
Laura's body was warm against my back. We squirmed around a lot, pressing
our bodies against one another. Her fleshy ass up against mine, writhing
around. Her hands were moving also, trying to get to my crotch, but she
couldn't quite reach. We moaned alot and shot pleading glanced at the camera.
They guys seemed to like it, for they had a pleasent look on their faces.
After a few minutes of this, they came over to us. At first, Jim played
with my breasts and probed my pussy as Rick did the same to Laura. I was
getting really hot again, and I think Laura was too. We both were moaning and
groaning, squirming into one another.
Then the guys stood in front of was, their bulges staring us in the face.
Together, they pulled our gags down, opened their pants and feed their cocks
into our mouths. Laura immediately began to pump on Ricks cock. I took my
time, slowly bringing my man off. Jim loves it when I give him slow head. He
moaned and groaned as I sucked on his rod. Rick was moaning like crazy, his
hips thrusting back and forth as he fucked Laura's mouth.
It didn't take long for Rick to shoot of his load. He grunted very loud
and shoved in cock deep in Laura's mouth. She took every drop he gave, never
once gagging on him, the little tramp.
Jim was making little hip movents too, signaling that he too was building
up to a climax. I moved faster, teasing his cock more. Jim looked down at me
and smiled. I knew I was doing a good job. A minute later, he moaned and
began to pump a gallon of come down my throut. I took it all, swallowing like
mad to get it. He tasted so good that night as he spud his love juices out.
At last, he was done. He slowly pulled his cock from my lips. Laura was
still licking on Ricks softening cock. Jim, on the other hand, was still
hard. Not as hard as before, but a much better showing that Rick was giving.
The boys moved out of the scene and faded the camera out. I figured they
would release us, but they didn't. Instead, the regagged us, untied our legs
and repositioned us. After a few struggles, we were positioned.
We were now sitting on the floor, out legs streached out in front of us.
Handcuffs were placed on our ankles to hold our legs together. They then
placed leather collars around our necks. As Jim buckled mine, he whispered
into my ear if everything was allright, or should they stop. I nodded my head
to continue. He smilled at me, and kissed my brow when he finished. Rick
then attached a very short chain between Laura's collar and mine, forcing us
to keep our backs together.
Then, they put on us what Rick later called a thigh spreaded. It was a
short poll, with leather straps at each end. The straps were buckled around
our thighs, thus keeping our knees spread apart. It was a strange device, but
it worked will, for my cunt was open, but my ankles were locked together.
They than attached a short chain to the middle of the poll and ran it to our
collars, making us bend our legs and kept our knees up.
Thus satisfied, the moved away and restarted the camera. Laura and I were
again struggling in the chains. When one of us moved, the other went along.
Laura was much more active than I was. She squirmed and wiggled, constantly
moaning and groaning. I was less active, but still struggled around.
Laura was also much more active with her hands. They were constantly
moving. It took me a minute to realize she was trying to get her fingers on my
pussy. I tried to make her stop, but I couldn't. But then, I let her, for if
she wanted to finger my clit, let her.
She did just that. Soon her fingers were dancing all over my pussy,
teasing my clit and penetrating my cunt. After a while, I realized that my
hands were doing the same. My fingers were covered with her juices, and she
was moaning with delight. It was really strange. Both being tied and gagged,
but still able to play with one another. I wondered which one of these three
thought this position up, for I worked well.
The guys moved the camera around, getting this from all angles. I really
didn't notice it, but they made several zooms into our hands and crotches.
They moved all around us, getting our expressions as we fingered one another.
Before I knew it, I felt myself building up toward a climax. I moaned and
groaned, mixing with Laura's. The pleasure build up and up until I was ready
to explode. Her fingers were dancing all over me, and my were doing the same
to her. Then it hit me, making me moaned and tremble all over. Laura's hit
at the same time, for she moaned too, and I felt her body shaking.
It wasn't very intense, and it was over in a few seconds. Laura went a
little longer before she was breathing as heavy as I was. They guys were
pleased, the idea had worked. The camera was paused.
Thy guys freed us from the cuffs and collars, the gags were removed and we
were set up for the final scene. Two high back chairs were brought in and set
in the living room. Jim went to work on me, while Rick worked on Laura.
We knelt in front of the chairs and our thighs were tied to the chair
legs. Then we were made to bend over and our hands were tied to the chair back
st the top. Another rope was wound around our waists, then tied to the seat
of the chair. The result was to have out hands up and out of the way, our
legs spread slightly apart, and our hips held in place. For some reason, they
didn't gag us, but told us to moan and groan and to make as much noise as we
wanted to.
The camera was again started. They strated to shoot us from behind,
getting full view of our asses. We squirmed for them, grunting and groaning
as the moved about us. Again, they covered all angles, watching us struggle
against the ropes and recording the noises we made.
The camera was then set behind us, but on an angle to get both of us in
the shot. They guys came over. Rick stepped behind me and began to caress my
behind. My fear was that he was going to screw me. No, I wasn't ready for
that, and was about to tell him so, but he moved away and went over to Laura.
Jim knelt behind me and began to caress my behind. His touch was so gentle
and smooth. I was hot before, but now I was really going. He reached around
and played with my nipples for a moment. I love it when he touched me, and he
knows all the right buttons to push. He pressed his groin against me ass, and
I wiggled it as much as I could. I looked over at Laura to see them doing the
same.
Then, Rick dropped his pants and Jim did the same. They pressed their
hard cocks up against our clits, teasing us. I was moaning and groaning for
Jim to slid it in me. Laura was telling Rick to fuck her.
They teased us for a moment before the finally slipped their cocks into
us. I gasped when Jim penetrated me. I squeezed down on his rod, not wanting
him to take it out of me. She began to hump me, sliding his cock in back and
forth inside me. I moaned, trying to push back onto him.
He moved faster and faster. Rick was really going to town on Laura. His
hips were slapping into her ass. Laura was encourging him on, telling him to
go deeper and faster. I wonder if she's ever satified.
Jim was doing a great job on me. It felt so good to have him inside my
box. His cock sliding around, filling my walls. Jim was excited, but I could
tell he wanted me to be satified as well as himself.
Then, Laura moaned, almost screamed, as what must have been a orgasm
rocked her. Rick still pumped on her, trying to get his load off. Her hands
clenched and she moaned a lot. Boy, she was noisy. A few seconds later, Rick
joined her and shot a load of come into her. She beg him to fill her as he
shot his wad. I don't think he came a lot, but he got his at least. But I do
have to admit, it was kind of exciting watching them.
Jim was still filling me, but by now, I was about ready to come. As I
felt the first warning sighs of it, I heard Jim start to moan, and knew he was
about to release. I moaned and groaned, waiting for it to him.
Jim, not able to hold back any longer, shot another huge load of come into
my. Just as he did, I had the added sensation of releasing my own orgasm. We
both groaned as he filled me up, out hot juices mixing together inside me.
When we both finished, Jim pulled out of me. I looked over to see Rick's
cock dangling limp from his groin. But Jim's was still semi-hard at least.
Even though I envy Laura a little, At least I know I have the better man.
Rick shut the camera off, and they guys untied us. Our cloths were given
back to us. As we dressed, they guys cleaned up and rewound the tape. We
decided to watch it, to see how it came out, plus Rick could make a copy for
us at the same time.
It was very excitig to watch. Laura really knew how to play to the camera
and struggle around a lot. She was very convincing, especially with her
moaning and groaning. As for myself, well, I don't want to sound conceded,
but I think I did well. I especially like the scene where I was tied to the
table. With my body streached tight, waring only my stocking and heels, it
made me looked extra sexy. I think that was my favorite scene.
The tape almost seemed like a movie. First, it looked like I had captured
Laura, stripped of her cloths, then tied and gagged her. Then, the guys came
in, released her and caught me for Laura to get her revenge. Then, they guys
grabbed both of us, tied and gagged us and did their pleasure on us. The
whole time we watched, my hands were in Jim's pants, and his in mine. Rick
and Laura were getting it on too, but I think Rick couldn't get it up again.
After the tape was over, Jim and I went home. Jim told me that even
thought Laura is very sexy and exciting, I was deffently the better of the
two. It made me feel good that I could compete with Laura and still come out
ahead. Jim also told me that Rick really wants to get me in the sack. Good,
let him want to. But he never will, that I promised Jim.
We got home and went strait to bed, making slow love for hours. On Sunday,
Jim and I watched the tape together. We had to pause it twice because we got
to horny and had to relieve ourselves. Though it was an exciting evening, I
don't think I want to do it again, at least with Rick and Laura. Jim agrees,
because too many thing might happen that we don't want to. Jim wants me all
to himself, and I want Jim all for me alone.
Well, I better close out. Give me a call or write me and tell me what's
happening between you and Jeff. I want all the details.
Friends forever,
Paula.
P.S. I just let Jim read your letters. It gave him several new ideas to
try out. Maybe, we can get you man and mine together for a weekend and see
what they come up with for us. I think we can trust them to consentrate on
who their suppose too. Let me know what you think.
Dear Paula,
I finished your letter. All I can say is WOW.
I showed your letters to Jeff. He thinks it's a great idea to get
together for a weekend. I know Jim well enough to know him and Jeff will get
along very well. Besides, they can swap ideas as were struggling on the
floor. Why don't we plan it.
Next weekend's bad, but the week later is fine. That's the end of the
month. Would it be allright if we come down to see you. Jeff's place is a
little small for all of us to stay in. Besides, we can make more noise at
your house.
Let me know what you think, and if two weeks is good for you guys. I hope
so. We're going to have a great time.
Friends forever,
Ann.
Dear Ann.
The end of the month is fine for us. It sould be nice out, so we can do
alot together.
We'll get the guest room cleaned up for you two. Jim want's to paint it
tomorrow.
Since we don't have a lot of stuff, yet that is, make sure Jeff brings
down all of his bondage toys. We got plenty of rope, and we're going out
tonight to an adult toy store that sell some items. I want some handcuffs,
and Jim wants to get a spreader bar and a few other items.
Well, we'll see you in a week or so. I'm so excited, I can hardly wait
for it. Drive carefull.
Friends forever,
Paula.
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