I did was I was told. I was face down, ass up in my own wetness. On my knees with my pussy still throbbing, ready for anything.
Suddenly I felt a tug. A moment later Austin was taking my beads and pulling them over my head. There had to be a few dozen of them; cheap plastic Mardi Gras necklaces painted in every conceivable style and color.
He bunched a few together and began wrapping them around my wrists…
Oh wow.
Alone they were thin and fragile. Together, they made a strong sort of braided rope. Austin looped some together, binding my left and right wrists until they were tight against each other. Then he looped more necklaces through those, and tied the whole thing off to the corner bedpost.
“There. Now she’s ready.”
I twisted a little, testing my bindings. They held firm. Much firmer than I thought they would for
a bunch of plastic beads.
“Go on,” he said. “Try to get out of it.”
I pulled harder, but the result was the same. I was hopelessly tied to the bed, face down, my arms high overhead.
One calloused hand went to my ass. It rubbed my skin slowly, in tantalizing circles. The touch felt wonderful… until the hand left me and came down hard with a loud SLAP.
“OHHH!”
“Dig in,” growled Austin, as he slid into position behind me. “You’re about to have fun.”
Not as much fun as you, I wanted to say but didn’t. I was already breathless. Totally turned on by what was about to happen to me.
His hand came down a second time, then a third. Each time I flinched, but now I was clenching my jaw through the wonderfully exquisite pain. I hadn’t been spanked in ages. And never like this… Never like—
“FUUUUCK.”
Austin spat the word out as a curse as he sank into me. It felt like being split in half. He was bigger and harder than ever, and the downward angle made my pussy so tight he could barely complete the stroke. If I weren’t so hot, so juicy fucking wet…
He shoved himself snugly against me, until I could feel the hard ripple of his abdominals tight against my ass. I was trying to swallow, but there was a baseball in my throat.
“You like getting filled like this, don’t you?”
His voice was tight and jagged, like gravel. His two hot lips were pressed against my ear.
“Yes.”
It came out a little too faint, too meek for him. He brought his hand down again, slapping my ass, and I yelped in pain and delight.
“YES!” I repeated, this time nodding and biting my lip.
Austin accepted my response this time, and went straight into fucking me. Every push was pure pleasure. Every return stroke stretched me tight against my bonds. The beads clacked against each other, in steady rhythm with our lovemaking. Only this wasn’t lovemaking. I was being thoroughly and completely fucked.
This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?
Shit yeah it was. I’d even asked for it.
Be careful what you wish for…
I was suddenly aware of my other lover, standing before me at the foot of the bed. I reached out for him, and had just enough slack to pull him in by the root. My mouth opened. I waited until the timing was perfect, then slipped him between my lips.
“There we go,” Austin grunted. He gave me another slap, but this one was more encouragement than admonishment. “Goddamn, taking you together like this…” He rolled into me hard, driving his friend deep into my throat. “It’s such a fucking turn-on.”
I kept going like that, blowing one lover, screwing back against the other. Both of them plunging into my body, again and again, from in front as well as behind. I was pinned marvelously between them. Living out every girl’s deepest, darkest fantasy.