I reached for the pink, girly ball gag she'd brought with her. Sturdy, designed for the kind of ball-gag-fancying fetishist who really wants to make sure the thing stays put no matter the strenuousness of the action. The leather straps closed under the chin as well as at the back of the head.
She put up a token display of resistance when I told her to open wide. Unconvincing. I know just how much she likes the gag. Ms T watched, amused, not entire sure where this was going, but paying close attention.
Once the gag was in, I hogtied Jessica. Her wrists, secured with rope cuffs, tied to her ankles, and then the position was fixed by attaching the wrists and ankles to the knot in the halter between her breasts. This had the pleasing effect of spreading her legs and putting her pussy on explicit display.
But there would be no touching, not for a while.
With Jessica so thoroughly out of commission, immobilised and silenced, I turned to Ms T and pushed her legs apart, enjoying the view while I reached for the pack of condoms.
Jessica's eyes widened, and Ms T smiled with the pleasure of the exhibitionist.
Our hogtied friend would be getting a show.
I slid my cock inside Ms T and began fucking her slowly, relishing the clasp of her tightness around me, angling our bodies so that Jessica could get a pornographer's view of the proceedings.
In silent agreement to take it slowly, to make sure Jessica would get no reason to hope that this would be a quick, hard fuck - that she wouldn't have to watch and wait for long.
The sounds of her moaning despair gave extra spice to our fucking.
T and I picked up speed and intensity, relishing the sounds of our sidelined friend who was now convinced that she was condemned to her predicament for a long time to come. Through the ball gag, we could hear her starting to beg.
I'm not sure what pushed T over the edge - the moaning begging, the exhibitionism, the fucking... She convulsed with greedy appreciation, grinding herself on my cock in an unmistakable display of pleasure.
Wiggling, writhing against her restraints, I thought Jessica was going to start weeping.
Still riding the waves of her own orgasm, Ms T looked over at her and laughed...
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3 comments:
Yum :)
My rural idyll feels uncomfortably constrictive whenever i dip into your city adventures, Mon. Which in a way is oddly satisfying, but yet not so. I feel Jessica's pain.
Nice way of drawing the tension to a gasping, shuddering close.
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