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A moan escapes my lips as an unidentifiable set of lips surround my left teat, tugging softly at the engorged nipple. I try to reach to encourage this person to continue, but my wrists are tied to the headboard of the king-sized bed on which I lay. I try to shift my legs, but they too are strapped tightly, spreadeagled. I try to see the source of the expert suckling, but the red silk blindfold blocks all perception. A familiar sweetness is in the air, though I cannot tell the source.
I shudder as another mouth surrounds my right breast. Though this second mouth mimics the first, the sensations are more forceful; more urgent. I contemplate how an outwardly conservative suburban housewife like me ended up strapped to the bed at the mercy of at least two lovers.
It wasn’t completely unexpected; after all, my husband Carl has encouraged my hotwife escapades since three months ago, he lost big in a poker game with a rough crowd and I offered myself to satisfy the debt. Still, it was a dark secret of which my vanilla friends were unaware.
About three weeks ago, I met Jesse at a bar. Tall, muscular Jesse. I was attracted to him, but not just for his looks. Rather, it was to his calloused hands, his scraggly beard, and the way he silently commanded attention when he entered a room. That night, Jesse took me to his home where he introduced me to the dom/sub world.
Today, at his direction, I entered the hotel room clad only in a yellow sundress. He greeted me warmly, a hug, a kiss, and a hand beneath my dress checking to see if I followed his instructions.
“Good girl,” he said, his fingers dipping into my bare cunt. I blushed. Going pantyless was a new kink for me. I knew he found me dripping.
Then he held up his phone. “You know the drill, Kate.”
It seemed redundant after the five times we were together, but I recited the words that would open tonight’s pleasure.
“My name is Kate. I am 30 years old. I am about to enter this room willingly, knowing that I may leave at any time. If I want to stop, I need only say the word Tinkerbell.” It was a word I chose, one I would not forget, even in the throes of pain or pleasure.
Jesse put down the phone. “Remove your dress.”
I did not hesitate. As quickly as possible I lifted the dress over my head and lay it over a nearby chair. I could see myself in the mirror; my breasts, flushed with arousal, swayed with every breath, the tiny buds stiffening as they were caressed by the air. A small landing patch above my crotch pointed toward my need.
Although Jesse was the only person in this room, there were signs of others. Several glasses sat around a table in the living area of this two-bedroom suite. Jesse escorted me into the master bedroom. Blackout curtains darkened the room, but with his guidance, I was soon sitting on the bed.
Jesse guided my hand to my ankle where a leather cuff lay on the bed. “Put the cuff on.”
As soon as I slid the clasp in place, he said, “Now the other.”
His hands traced circles on my thighs, brushing against my mound just before he handed me the blindfold.
“Put this on tight. Make sure you cannot see.”
My lust rose. I had never been blindfolded before. I tied tightly, letting out a sigh of relief when Jesse signaled his approval.
I felt him close in, his musky scent making me wet. He lay me on the bed and strapped my hands in place. Then I heard him exit the room; his absence made me whimper.
I wasn’t alone for long. The door opened again quickly. I couldn’t tell how many people entered, but they knew why they were there. Before my mind could question, the first set of lips was pressed against my flesh, then the second.
I had never experienced multiple partners before. Having both my tits sucked was overwhelming at first. The potent sensations were heightened by my inability to put a face to the lips.
I gasped as hands crept over my belly toward my mound. As soon as my mouth opened, a droplet of cold liquid struck my lips, dribbling slowly into my mouth. Although I couldn’t see, I felt a presence near me. Another drop caused a shiver. Was it ice dripping? My question was answered when an icy object traced an arc over my lower lip. The object felt solid and heavy. Its shape was familiar but it took a moment before I realized it was shaped like the head of a cock. Whoever was controlling it allowed it to enter my mouth, letting me savor its shape. It was cold, leaking icy water over my tongue. They fucked my mouth slowly with the frigid cock. When it vacated my mouth, my lips were cold, but my body was on fire. Hands and lips were burning their way closer to my soaked need.
“Ohh, fuck!” The dirty words were another recent development in my sex play. I was raised by ministers. Cursing resulted in a smack from the ruler and a bar of soap in the mouth. Yet, with Jesse, the words flowed freely, evoked by my primal lust. This vocalization was instigated by the ice dildo melting its way slowly over my chest to my left nipple. I thought it was stiff before, but the ice made it tighten. One circle, two, three, then the ice shifted toward my right breast, replaced by the warmth of an eager tongue.
“Hiss!” My intake of breath came when the ice circled my right breast, simultaneously with a bite and tug on the left. This was the most wonderful torture.
“F-F-Fuck…” I stammered as another warm tongue took over my right nipple. I was painfully aware the ice was now at my midriff, moving closer to my now sloppy-wet folds. Jesse didn’t plan on sticking that cold cock inside me, did he? I squirmed in a mix of fear and anticipation at the thought. Sure enough, an icy drop hit my clit, then rolled down into my folds. One would think the sudden cold would cool my desire. Instead, my hips arched, as if thirsting for another drop.
“Ngggh,” the shock echoed through the room as the bulb of the dildo pressed against my clit and then moved to my folds. I was surprised it didn’t stick until I discovered later they had wrapped it in skin-thin latex. I could feel the cold but wouldn’t suffer any injury from it.
As it entered my canal, the war between my heat and a cold cock drove me to the edge. I remembered a rule Jesse told me. My orgasms were his. No climax without permission.
“Please, I’m so close.”
Jesse wiggled the cock inside me, then pulled it away.
“No, please.” The biting and sucking on my nipples increased in tempo and strength. How long could I last when my body was flooded with sensation? Flesh pressed against my lips. A live cock. I knew what to do with that, greedily opening my mouth to take him in. At least it would distract me from the sudden return of the ice shaft, now deep within my core. My hips were shaking. I strained at my bonds. A steady moan was stifled by the dick in my mouth.
Periodically, the cock in my cunt and the cock in my mouth would pull away, waiting until I begged for their return. The fourth time they pulled away, I felt my ankle restraints loosen as my legs were lifted into the air. Strong arms held them aloft, the backside of my thighs pressed against a man’s chest, my calves settled on his shoulders.
I nearly cried when the warmth of this man’s tip pressed into my folds, rubbing, teasing as he got it slick. It was thick and I wanted it inside me.
“Oh god, Jesse, I mean, sir. Please put it inside!”
I squirmed. I pleaded. A set of fingers spread my pussy lips wide and he finally slid inside.
“Yes, there, that’s right. Please fuck me. I’ve been so good for you.”
Jesse’s voice rang out, “Yes Katie, you’ve been very good. But you know what you have to do before I let you orgasm.”
Fuck, he was going to make me beg for it. “Please sir, ugh let me mmm climax.”
I was so turned on, it barely registered when he gave his permission. Fingers flicked over my clit as he drove his cock harder and faster, his grunts in harmony with my screams. I felt it begin in the depths of my core, swiftly spreading like a raging wildfire through my loins, radiating up my spine and down my legs until every inch of my body exploded in pleasure.
My world blanked as I was lost in my lust. When I came to, Jesse sat on the bed, cradling my head in his lap. The other people were nowhere to be found and I was too exhausted to inquire. I drifted off to sleep, excited to see what new kinks my dom would expose me to next.
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