by Brenda McIntyre
When my boyfriend first suggested it, it sounded exciting. Little did I know then what he had in mind....
Slowly, lovingly, he stripped me naked. He kissed me deeply as he lay me on the bed. I raised my arms up over my head and he tied them to the headboard with some of my silk scarves, tenderly, but firmly. My knees were bent over the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor. Using more scarves, he tied my ankles to the legs of the bed.
He took off his clothes next. His cock was erect and throbbing. I could feel the growing wetness between my legs. He knelt at the foot of the bed. He kissed my inner thigh, near my right knee. I gasped, as he slowly kissed and licked his way higher. Inch by inch. After three or four kisses, he switched to my other leg. He kissed and licked there for a bit, then switched back. Slowly inching his way up my thighs, kissing and licking, making me wetter and wetter.
After long minutes, he kissed the soft flesh right next to my sex. I cooed with delight. Gently, he ran his tongue over my nether lips, then slipped it inside. I moaned as he caressed my insides with his tongue. I moved my hips, fucking his tongue. I began to wail, and he must have realized my orgasm was imminent. He slipped his tongue back out and flicked it over my clit, sending me over the edge. I squealed and bucked as much as my bonds would let me, cumming hard.
When my orgasm had passed, he did something surprising. He got up and opened the bedroom door.
I yelped and would have jumped out of the bed had I not been tied down. Into the room walked a gorgeous woman, with long, raven-black hair. She was completely naked, just like my boyfriend, and I saw his cock twitch as she strutted in. She kissed him, long and deep, as I watched them, helpless, scarcely believing my eyes.
She broke the kiss and strutted over to the bed. But she made a point of giving his cock one long stroke with her fingertips as she walked away from him.
She climbed onto the bed, this woman I did not know. She straddled my hips, kneeling on the firm mattress. She scooted up, sliding first one knee, then the other, caressing her perfect breasts as she inched her way closer to my face.
"Do you want her?" my boyfriend asked.
I nodded. She kept moving forward. I wanted to touch those breasts, but I was powerless to do so. She rubbed her wet, neatly-trimmed sex over my breasts and my nipples stood at attention. I thought I would go crazy with desire.
She moved up, close enough for me to smell her arousal. But she rose up on her knees, so her sex was out of reach of my tongue.
"Beg her for it," my boyfriend said.
"Let me taste it," I whispered.
She didn't move.
"Please let me taste it," I said a little louder.
She began rubbing her clit with her fingertip, but didn't move any closer.
"Beg her!" my boyfriend barked.
"Please,
please let me taste it," I whimpered. "I need it! Oh, god I need it,
PLEASE!"
At last she brought her wet sex to my mouth. I kissed the lips of her sex hungrily, sucking one into my mouth.
I moaned into her pussy when my boyfriend rammed his thick cock inside me. He fucked me as I ate her, this glorious woman whom I hadn't even met. He thrust hard, over and over. I slipped my tongue inside, tasting her. Both of them moaning. She started grinding her cunt on my mouth. She came, but kept grinding.
My boyfriend cried out. He suddenly pulled out of me. The tip of his cock pressed between my mouth and her pussy, but he was already cumming. I licked up his hot jizz, but most of it ran down my cheek. He was still hard, and I watched him push his cock into her. He thrust into her a couple of times, then pulled out. I licked it all over, tasting the heady mixture of his seed and her sex.
As his cock began to go limp, he pulled away from us. The woman with the raven-black hair got off of me. She leaned close and kissed me passionately. She licked his jizz from my cheek, then kissed me some more. When at last she broke the kiss, she began slowly untying me, tenderly caressing my skin as she did.
"It'll take him a while to get up again," she purred. "But that doesn't mean we have to stop playing."
She pressed her mouth to my nipple, sucking. I cradled her head and moaned. I felt her knee rubbing over my sex....
