The blindfold was soft against her skin. She kept turning her head to see if it was totally secure – hoping and dreading that she’d see who was going to walk through the bedroom door. The material moved a little but never enough, brushing the tips of her eyelashes as she searched the darkness.
She tugged at the ropes tied around her wrists and ankles – no give there. She was held fast, spread wide, and she’d never felt so vulnerable in her life. The only thing keeping her here, the only thing stopping her from shouting out and ending this, was the excitement that coursed through her body.
She could hear them. Deep, low male voices. One was familiar, the other was not. It was the latter that she strained to catch, desperately wanting it to come closer, to whisper in her ear.
Breathing deeply, she tried to calm herself down, it helped to some extent. She closed her eyes and embraced the darkness rather than fighting it. She was so aware of her body. It had been disconcerting to begin with. Now she tried to catalogue each muscle, tensing and relaxing them until she felt that she had a tenuous hold on the edge of her control.
She watched her control slip out of her grasp when she heard the door open. She went very still, trying to track the movements in the room.
“You were right,” said the unknown voice after a brief, agonising moment.
She turned her head in the direction of the deep sound, surprised by the soft, lilting Irish accent – wanting to hear more.
“She’s stunning. She has my imagination running riot.” His words were a little husky now and they made her bite her lip.
“Tell me what you have in mind.” Her man demanded conversationally.
She heard the rustle of clothes being removed, a belt buckle jingling, a shoe being tossed across the floor. There appeared to be a gratifying haste behind their movements now.
“Well, I want to play with those pretty breasts – they’re gorgeous. God, those nipples were made to be sucked. I want to lick and bite them, make them cherry red and hard.”
Her nipples instantly tightened and she felt her breasts move with her ragged intake of breath – loving knowing their eyes were on her.
“Go on…”
“First, I want to taste that pussy. Look how wet she is already. Jesus!”
“She does look pretty wound up. I suppose I should let you have her then.”
She didn’t know which was the stronger emotion: mortification over them seeing the evidence of her arousal so clearly, or the need to spread her legs wider. She let a little whimper slip out.
Every beat of her heart pulsed between her legs as she felt the bed dip by her feet. She prayed to every god she could think of that they wouldn’t make her wait much longer. She felt big hands run up the inside of her taut thighs and she felt warm breath ruffle her curls just before a gentle finger ran down her slick folds.
“Oh!” The first contact was a shock, even though she’d been preparing for it, but it felt good – really good.
“Show me.” Her man was hungry, she could hear it. Knowing he was watching this scene play out fed her arousal until her heart banged hard in her chest and her pussy ached.
Irish spread her folds until her clit stood out swollen and needy; his breath touched her just before his lips. He kissed her softly right on it, once… twice. Then his hot, wet tongue circled until she strained against the ropes, letting loose a long, low moan.
Her man chuckled. “Greedy girl. She wants it, make her wait a little longer.”
“I want a proper taste anyway – need to get nice and deep to do that.”
She felt his big hands go underneath her arse, lifting her as much as the rope would allow. He licked the length of her before spearing his tongue deep inside her, his face pressed firmly against her. In and out, swirling around her tightly clenched channel.
There were so many sensations she was struggling to compute them all. His nose pressed just below her clit, she needed it just a little higher. Tugging on the ropes she tried to move on him, but it wasn’t possible and she felt that potent, stab of panic at her lack of control. She needed to come so badly now it had taken over her body.
Hands touched her breasts, squeezing and pushing them together. Her man’s voice in her ear, “Relax, baby and take it.”
His mouth was on her tight nipples, sucking and licking. Pressing them together he moved from one to the other, licking into the deep V of her cleavage, leaving her skin wet and ready to take him.
As he straddled her chest and pushed his hard cock between her breasts, Irish withdrew his tongue and finger fucked her, while his tongue paid attention to the place that needed it the most.
It was sensory overload. She loved having her breasts used this way, usually loved watching but now she just felt his weight on her, listened to his quick breaths. She felt surrounded – the ropes – his weight – the hands working between her legs. Every cell in her body wanted it and reached for what she knew was coming.
“Please!” She shouted.
“Do it now. I’m going to come on her tits. Make her come then fuck her.”
In the end the words were all she needed. Irish sucked on her clit while his fingers worked inside her and she came apart while the ropes held her tightly in place.
She was still flying when she felt his thick, hard cock sink into her – still floating when she felt her man’s warm wetness on her breasts.
She never wanted to land.
As always, thanks for reading. Take a look at the other Masturbation Monday posts over at Kayla’s place.
Rebecca x
Wow! Simply wow!
KW
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I’ll take a wow 😉
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Oh Rebecca! So good! And I do love that the man is Irish!
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Thanks x
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Damn! That is red hot
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Thank you x
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Phew!!! My goodness… I’ll just, um… be over there for a little while…
so good!
x x
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Relax, baby, and take it! And didn’t she take it well! YuM!
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Thanks x
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This is one of my fantasies
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oooh, Rebecca you ramp it up and make it hot like no other lovely!
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I felt a bit that way inclined this week 😉💋
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you always ramp it up and bring the heat like no other Rebecca, this was especially hot! ooof!
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Agree… love that he’s Irish, too. i think i heard my Master’s gravelly voice in my ear, ‘relax baby, and take it.’ Computer screen is melted. ~~tasha 💜
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Ha! Love that x
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Reblogged this on Close To His Edge and commented:
i will relax and take it, knowing how much it will please You, Master. ~~slave tasha💜
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My gosh, yes. That was so perfect.
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And I’m fanning myself over here…and wondering how the hell you got into my head again. This is one of my own fantasies. It gives me the shivers just thinking about it!
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