back against him and supporting some of her weight as his wife began to feed, feverish and demanding, at Amanda’s pussy. The sensation was raw, powerful, animal, nearly buckling her knees.
Lisa brought her back into focus when she stopped briefly to remove her own top. The other woman was around the same age as her husband and in excellent physical shape, if wiry from too many hours at Pilate’s. Her breasts were small, probably B-cups, and her nipples were puckered tight. She stepped away a moment and returned with a pair of metal bars, one long, one short. Both had padded cuffs on each end.
Amanda felt a flashover of hungry excitement at the addition of restraints. She might not have the right personality to make a good sub, but she loved the toys and all the pleasure that came with them. Thus she held out her hands and stood with her legs wide apart so that Kevin and Lisa could easily restrain their third.
Lisa affixed the wrist cuffs, and then knelt to place the longer bar on the floor and secure Amanda’s ankles. Right away, Amanda’s nerves kicked up a notch. She could not walk with the bar forcing her legs this far apart. In fact, very little movement would be possible without aid.
From behind, Kevin gently lifted her arms and positioned the shorter bar on two hooks above her head. With her arms up and legs held apart, her entire body was vulnerable. The clients could touch her anywhere, put anything inside her, and she would not be able to stop them.
This time when Lisa approached, Amanda couldn’t ignore a flutter of fear at the loss of control, but she needn’t have worried. Lisa’s eyes were occupied with the sight of her captive. The woman’s hands traced a feather-light, scorching line around her ribs as she sauntered around for a 360-degree view. Even still, everything about Lisa was tuned into Kevin. Every nuance of body language was alert to him, was she pleasing him, did she have his full attention, did he like what he saw.
Amanda liked the dynamic between them. Lisa was no reluctant wife, here solely to satisfy her husband’s whim to have two women at once. Lisa was an equal partner, an aggressor, even, who hungered to dominate another woman in front of her husband for his pleasure and her own.
Into the vibe now, Amanda lowered her gaze submissively and then flinched when something soft brushed her forehead. She only just remembered not to speak or laugh as one of them—Kevin, she thought—fitted a blindfold over her eyes.
Now unable to see and completely vulnerable to the married couple, she was both very glad to have Josh nearby, and very eager to feel what would come next.
Hands came next, both male and female, as the couple explored her further. Her breasts, her thighs, her navel. She could tell they were touching each other at the same time. Once, when she felt the softness of Lisa’s breasts press up against her own, she couldn’t help but to arch toward them, loving the skin-on-skin feel.
Kevin liked it too, giving a low growl of approval as Lisa’s hand found its way between Amanda’s legs once more.
“Oh, my God, she is so wet.”
Lisa pressed two fingers up, invading Amanda’s now-aching pussy. Unable to close or move her legs, she was forced to hold still while the other woman slowly, torturously, pressed in and withdrew, letting her fingers slide to Amanda’s clit, slick with her juices. Over and over again, taunting her husband with the prolonged exploration, Lisa probed and stimulated.
Finally, when Amanda was about to beg for relief, Kevin pulled off the blindfold in time for her to see Lisa get to her knees once more. The older woman began anew, lapping and exploring, less for show now, more geared toward making Amanda come.
She moaned in total abandon as Lisa’s tongue thrust deeply inside her. Back and forth between tonguing her clit and deep thrusts, the woman worked away at her, raising a fiery blush to her skin and heating every nerve to molten
Lisa brought her back into focus when she stopped briefly to remove her own top. The other woman was around the same age as her husband and in excellent physical shape, if wiry from too many hours at Pilate’s. Her breasts were small, probably B-cups, and her nipples were puckered tight. She stepped away a moment and returned with a pair of metal bars, one long, one short. Both had padded cuffs on each end.
Amanda felt a flashover of hungry excitement at the addition of restraints. She might not have the right personality to make a good sub, but she loved the toys and all the pleasure that came with them. Thus she held out her hands and stood with her legs wide apart so that Kevin and Lisa could easily restrain their third.
Lisa affixed the wrist cuffs, and then knelt to place the longer bar on the floor and secure Amanda’s ankles. Right away, Amanda’s nerves kicked up a notch. She could not walk with the bar forcing her legs this far apart. In fact, very little movement would be possible without aid.
From behind, Kevin gently lifted her arms and positioned the shorter bar on two hooks above her head. With her arms up and legs held apart, her entire body was vulnerable. The clients could touch her anywhere, put anything inside her, and she would not be able to stop them.
This time when Lisa approached, Amanda couldn’t ignore a flutter of fear at the loss of control, but she needn’t have worried. Lisa’s eyes were occupied with the sight of her captive. The woman’s hands traced a feather-light, scorching line around her ribs as she sauntered around for a 360-degree view. Even still, everything about Lisa was tuned into Kevin. Every nuance of body language was alert to him, was she pleasing him, did she have his full attention, did he like what he saw.
Amanda liked the dynamic between them. Lisa was no reluctant wife, here solely to satisfy her husband’s whim to have two women at once. Lisa was an equal partner, an aggressor, even, who hungered to dominate another woman in front of her husband for his pleasure and her own.
Into the vibe now, Amanda lowered her gaze submissively and then flinched when something soft brushed her forehead. She only just remembered not to speak or laugh as one of them—Kevin, she thought—fitted a blindfold over her eyes.
Now unable to see and completely vulnerable to the married couple, she was both very glad to have Josh nearby, and very eager to feel what would come next.
Hands came next, both male and female, as the couple explored her further. Her breasts, her thighs, her navel. She could tell they were touching each other at the same time. Once, when she felt the softness of Lisa’s breasts press up against her own, she couldn’t help but to arch toward them, loving the skin-on-skin feel.
Kevin liked it too, giving a low growl of approval as Lisa’s hand found its way between Amanda’s legs once more.
“Oh, my God, she is so wet.”
Lisa pressed two fingers up, invading Amanda’s now-aching pussy. Unable to close or move her legs, she was forced to hold still while the other woman slowly, torturously, pressed in and withdrew, letting her fingers slide to Amanda’s clit, slick with her juices. Over and over again, taunting her husband with the prolonged exploration, Lisa probed and stimulated.
Finally, when Amanda was about to beg for relief, Kevin pulled off the blindfold in time for her to see Lisa get to her knees once more. The older woman began anew, lapping and exploring, less for show now, more geared toward making Amanda come.
She moaned in total abandon as Lisa’s tongue thrust deeply inside her. Back and forth between tonguing her clit and deep thrusts, the woman worked away at her, raising a fiery blush to her skin and heating every nerve to molten
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