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What happens when she gets home (xxx)
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It's been a hard day at work. You're tired and glad to be home.
But you're greeted by a dark apartment - just a thin sliver of
sunlight coming in from behind the drapes. From behind the door,
strong hands grip your arms and bring you into the darkness. A
familiar voice, tinged with a tremble and husky with rum says a
single word:
obey.
You feel a heavy bandana being tied around your eyes and all your
sight is blocked. Your clothes are removed slowly. Warm hands
smear your body with hot oil as your skin is exposed from under
the fabric. You're picked up and spun around until you can't make
out any direction but up or down. You're carried briefly and set
down on what feels like a threadbare rug. The front room?
You hear a click and something warm - a lamp? - shines on your
oiled skin. You're turned over and set on your knees, with your
shoulders touching the floor, leaving your soft slit open to the
warmth. Your wrists are grabbed and brought gently in front of
you, where they're tied securely with a soft, silky rope.
Something sharp, but not too sharp, begins to scrape the oil from
your back and hips. The blade that touches your skin is hot and
you can feel a slight burn, like a welt, wherever it touches you.
The metal touches you ten times. The voice says "remain."
How long do you sit under that lamp? A minute? An hour? You
don't know, but every time your warming ass makes its way towards
the floor, it is struck sharply by what feels like a riding crop
or a sapling branch, and you're told again to "remain." Your
black silence is ended by a pressure on your lips.
"Suck."
A firm and long member slips slowly into your mouth, but something
is different...the smell? The curve? The size? It doesn't
matter as a hand kneads the back of your head and the cock slides
easily in and out of your mouth, never too deep, never too slow. A
familiar voice whispers in your ear. Its breath is a scirocco on
your ear. "Do you like sucking another man's cock? Nod or shake."
You nod, and feel the rhythm of your friend's face-fucking gently
increase. The cock touches lightly on the back of your throat,
but before you can gag, it pulls back and rubs on your spit-soaked
lips. It rubs across your face, leaving a hot, sticky trail
across your pale cheek, and dives back into your waiting mouth.
You feel hands on your hips, and one pulls away. Hot oil falls on
the crack of your ass and trickles hot and slick down towards your
anus, towards your cunt, before spilling like molten come to the
floor. A finger or a thumb kneads your asshole. "Relax."
A soft but firm feeling probes at the entrance to your ass. A
cock? A dildo? You can't tell without your hands, but its small
enough to stretch you without discomfort as it sinks into you from
your most private entrance. So slowly it goes...in inches that
seem like miles, and all the while the cock in your mouth strokes
and shakes and pulses with a steady and soothing regularity.
"Clench," and you feel the full length of your ass filled with the
loving mate of the cock in your mouth. Another pressure appears
at the soaked and open lips of your cunt. It slides in, dry at
first, and then soaked with your honey. The thing in your ass
begins to circle inside you, exposing it as a soft and warm
vibrator. It begins a dull purr and you can feel it touch the
cock in your cunt through the thin wall between your sweet
passages. You hear wet kissing above you and can feel the weight
of your front and back partners tasting one another. Your back is
speckled with their spit as they drink to soaking satisfaction.
Hours...minutes...you can't tell how long they fuck you. You
don't feel tired, but the time seems endless.
Finally, the voice leans over your shoulder from behind and says
"face," just as your fore-partner pulls out his cock and showers
your cheeks and chin and lips with a warm and metalling flood of
come. It's different than you're used to, less bitter, but
thicker, almost like jam. There's so much...after your face is
covered, the cock dives into your anxious mouth and greets your
tongue with another strong spurt, then another, until it once
again exits and spreads the cream on your face into a fine lather.
Behind you, the pace grows more frantic, but just as you think its
about to peak, your aft-lover withdraws both cock and toy from
you and pulls you over backwards until your back lies on his
chest. He then inserts his firm meat up your well-oiled ass in a
single stroke, and another cock finds it way into your aching,
open snatch.
And so it goes...until your blindfold slips, and you see your
upper partner...he's blinded too, as is your ass-lover. And
finally, there is your live-in lover, sitting on the dining room
table, ten feet away, while his show of three oiled and churning
lovers grind to three sweating, steaming orgasms in the evening
sun of the balcony, and as swarms of people on the surrounding
balconies join him in viewing the art of those tied and tethered
bodies.
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