Chase’s cock is full in my mouth and throbs with each flick of my tongue. I love feeling him twitch at my every move. I lift off of him gently and adjust myself so I’m now stroking Chase and Adam and bring Cameron into my mouth. His skin tastes much different than Chase’s. It’s got a saltier taste to it and it causes me to salivate harder, giving him a much more slick blowjob. I slobber on him messily and make no apologies. I bob on him hard and fast and feel his pre-cum slide onto my tongue as his cock is in my mouth. He moans and pushes my head down and fucks my face, pushing his cock down my throat. I hear him panting above me and ease up and pull him out of my mouth.
They all look at each other, and though I can picture them all ordering me to do so, only Adam voices it. “Lay down flat on the bed, Nicole. We have something fun planned for you.” I quickly fall back to the bed, and watch them as each takes a spot. Adam is at my face and my tits. He’s on his knees right above my head. Chase takes his place at my stomach. Cameron spreads my legs and is at my pussy. I hear them each grunt and moan, and can even hear them cutting the air with their arms as they stroke furiously at their cocks. I love how erotic it is to observe your partner, or partners, get themselves off. With these three all going at once, I’m incredibly turned on. One after the other, almost in perfect succession spew their loads of cum onto my body in their respective places. I feel warm instantly, and then freezing cold. There’s so much cum on me; if I rubbed it all in it would literally cover me from head to toe. There are globs caked onto my mouth and neck, down to my breasts, coating my nipples with, thanks to Adam. My belly button is full of Chase’s cum, and his starts where Adam’s ends and meets with Cameron’s on the other side. I feel Cameron’s dripping down my clit and my pussy lips. God, I love it. I take my hand down at my pussy and just rub Cameron’s big load into my skin and drag my hand all the way up my body so I have all three of them on me. I repeat the motion with my other hand and start grabbing my breasts and rubbing my nipples, just caressing my lovely cum-soaked skin. I love that every inch from my forehead to my cunt is drenched with three different men’s cum. It makes me feel so dirty, so slutty. I can’t get enough.
Very obviously approving of my basking in cum-soaked glory, the three of them give me plenty of time before setting me up for my next surprise.
“I know you may be hesitant on this one, but you’re going to have to trust me. Do not question it, just do as we say. Understood?” Chase speaks to me, and I feel like I’m a child being scolded for asking “why?”. I realize I’ve been anxious through the entire encounter down here, in this macabre looking room, and I respectfully oblige with a firm nod. “Good. Come over here, sweetheart.”
Chase brings me to a chair that’s been set in the center of the room. It’s funny, because it’s so out of place. I must have been so frazzled when they brought me down here that I didn’t even notice it. It’s made of wrought iron and is a low, dining room chair with a red crushed velvet cushion. Setting on the chair is a spool of rope, what looks like a weight lifting bar for a rowing machine at the gym, and a strap with a big, plastic ball at the center. I don’t know what they’re going to be doing, but I’m definitely intimidated. I promised Chase there would be no hesitations, but how could I not hesitate with all of these stuff.
My thoughts are interrupted by Adam. “Hold onto the back of the chair.” I comply and grip the top of the chair with my knuckles resting on it. Adam takes the spool of rope and begins binding my wrists and rigging the rope handcuffs to the chair. My hands are locked in place. He gives them a good tug for good measure, and I feel the rope rub just slightly against my wrists. The sensation shoots a jolt of excitement through my body.
“Spread your legs, Nicole. About shoulder width apart, maybe a bit wider for you,” orders Chase. I do as he says and he takes the workout bar, or at least that’s what I’m calling it, and places it between my legs at the ankles. He opens one end of the handle. Okay, this isn’t a workout bar. He locks the bar to my ankle, and repeats the same on the other leg. My legs can’t come together at all. My ass is in the air, stuck out, forced because of the two restraints and the position they’ve put me in. No other way is remotely as comfortable and I’m defeated. I remain in position and Cameron approaches us. He lifts the strap from the chair, and I realize I’ve seen this contraption before in passing. This is a ball gag. I open my mouth and he places it in, spreading my jaw to an open position and buckles it against the back of my head.