She wasn’t prone to blushing; hardly anything really embarrassed her.
But this.
“So, is that a yes?” he asked without a trace of bias one way or another. It was all up to her.
“I think so,…” she said.
“Think so? I think it’s better if you know so.”
She looked over at the other side of the room where the person in question sat chatting with a friend. She’d enjoyed chatting with him. She wasn’t emotionally connected, but she liked him as a person.
“Yes.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He’d already ordered her to strip down, which she did without delay. It wouldn’t be the first time she was naked in the dungeon, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She felt a shiver rush through her body as he stood with his back to her, arranging items from his toy bag onto the table. Damned place got the air conditioning fixed a little too well, she thought to herself.
Meanwhile, she saw the occasional person walking by, sometimes pausing to take a look. It was a slow party, and early still. Not too many people milling around. She didn’t make eye contact, but she kept note of how many paused and how many didn’t through her peripheral vision.
He turned to face her and smirked. “Turn around,” he ordered, and she did, facing the far wall of the cell. He came up behind her and pressed his still-clothed body against hers. “Are you ready?” he murmured in her ear.
“For what?” she asked, her voice barely registering below a squeak.
At once, one arm reached around her throat and put her in a choke hold while the other hand clamped over her mouth.
“Today’s the day,” he whispered. He pivoted her around to face out toward the hallway. They were no longer alone in that cell.
It’d been months since anybody but her lover had so much as touched her. And here was this man, this other man, running his fingers slowly up her torso and over her breasts. Her lover kept her in the hold, as if presenting his possession to a new friend.
Her pulse racing, she closed her eyes to try to relax. She sank back into her lover for support and shifted her thoughts to focus on the sensations rather than the context.
When she felt a warm, wet mouth surround her nipple she moaned. At that point, her lover’s arms released her from his hold and began caressing her skin, down her arms, over her hips, and down her thighs. The mouth had moved up from her nipples and over her chest and was now kissing her neck. She could smell his shampoo, and it was pleasant.
Just then, her lover’s fingernails dug into her thighs and she gasped, wrapping her arms around the other man for support as she breathed through the pain.
Her lover chuckled softly in her ear.
“Last chance,” he murmured quietly. “Yes or no?” he asked.
Breathlessly sandwiched between the two men, she answered in the affirmative. “Yes, please.”
Together they led her to the low, padded table, positioned against the padded wall. “Get up, on your back,” her lover spoke as he patted the table with his hand.
She did as she was told and lay her head back. She lay there, looking up at the winch over her head and began to shiver again. Where had they gone?
Moments later, she heard their footsteps returning and each of them grab her by an ankle and bend her knee up. In unison, they each cast a coil of rope and began tying her legs into position – bent, with her ankle to her thigh – and the spread and secured to the legs of the table.
She felt the warmth of a tongue on her clit and moaned. Without knowing whether it was her lover, or the other, she was at their mercy. It didn’t take long, however, before she knew the answer to her silent question.
With a hop onto the table, the other positioned his now naked body in a straddle over her face. He leaned forward against the padded wall to guide his cock past her lips.
There it was. The point of no return. In her thoughts she took a mental picture of the scene. She checked in with her emotions. And she realized…
…she was enjoying it.
As the shock wore off her instincts kicked in and she began rolling her tongue and suckling at the cock in her mouth. She reached her hands up and placed them over his ass and gently urged him to push deeper. He moaned.
Her lover laughed. “There’s my whore,” he said, jamming his fingers into her cunt.
Her first orgasm happened just as the other’s cock pushed past the barriers and into her throat. She dug her fingernails into the flesh of his ass as she writhed, unable to shut her legs or shift the weight of him off her chest.
With a low groan, the other pulled out of her mouth and climbed down. She heard the sound of the condom wrapper being torn open just as her lover had leaned over the table to kiss her mouth. With one hand still rubbing her clit he filled her hungry mouth with his tongue, and she reached up to cradle his face lovingly.
He moved his head back to inches and looked into her eyes. They held their gaze locked, just like that, as the other penetrated her cunt slowly.
It was like that when the second orgasm came. Her lover’s fingers circling her clit, his eyes recording every movement and emotion in her face, as the other took his pleasure from her dripping wet and open cunt.
“God damn,” said the other as her cries and moans echoed off the walls.
“My good whore,” her lover responded, as he climbed up onto the table and took his position inside her mouth.
She’d lost track of time. She remembered some time passing with her lover in her mouth and the other in her cunt when she heard the question being asked, “Does she take it up the ass?”
She remembered the two of them working to unsecure the rope from the table , and unwrap her legs from their binds.
She remembered being moved off the table, fondled and kissed by the other while her lover put a condom on and lay himself down on the table.
She remembered climbing on top of him and lowering her cunt onto his cock.
And she remembered the look of pure, hedonistic joy as they both felt the other’s cock enter into her ass without too much difficulty.
She’d lost track of her orgasms.
She only knew when she’d shifted from “yes, …fuck yes….more, more…” to “Ohmygod please come…please, please come….”
Other came first. He pulled out and stumbled over to sit in a chair. Lover was next. She lay there, with his cock still throbbing inside her, her face buried into the nape of his neck.
When she lifted her head up and looked into his face, he was all smiles. She smiled, too, and kissed him passionately.
Slowly they disconnected their bodies, and she looked over at other, who was drinking from a cup of water and seemingly enjoying the view.
“So…hello. Nice to see you again,” she said with a glimmer in her eye.
“Nice to see you too!” he responded cheerfully.
They all laughed and began picking up their clothes and the rope and cleaning off the equipment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a couple of the spectators quietly and respectfully shuffle off and leave them to decompress alone.
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