Have you ever noticed people quietly removing themselves from your presence for a short period of time? Do you question where they’re going? What they are doing?
We are currently holidaying with friends at the beach, and the other day, while I was standing in the kitchen my husband came over to me and placed a leather cuff around my wrist. Now these thing are quite conspicuous, they are wide leather bands with thick D rings and chunky clips hanging off them, so I stood there quietly while he did each of the cuffs up, wondering what he had planned.
After the cuffs were done up he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed, lowering me down until I was on my knees in front of him. I could feel the cold seeping through my jeans, off the hard tiles beneath me. I reached up my hands and undid his belt, slipping the loops out and quietly undoing the buckle. The top button of his jeans came next followed by the zipper. Grasping the top band of his boxers I pull down until his cock sprang free and bobbed around in front of my eyes, gloriously hard and straining towards me.
Licking my lips I leaned forwards and opened my mouth and swallowed his cock. My tongue ran along the bottom of his cock back and forth, until I had buried him down the back of my throat and my face was pushed up against his body. His hands were buried in my hair urging me on, pulling me closer to him.
Slipping his hands down to my throat, he attached a collar around my neck. I let his dick slip out of my mouth and looked up at him. His hard cock was in one hand, dog lead in the other, and our friends on the couch no more than 3 metres away. He leaned forward and clipped the lead onto the collar around my neck. As the lead attached, I dropped down onto my hands.
He tucked himself away, did his jeans back up and then pulled on the leash, leading me towards the edge of the kitchen island. I could see that his aim was outside, but to reach it we had to go past everyone. He said something and pointed to the TV, and while everyone was focused on the TV, took a couple of steps forward giving me no choice but to follow.
I quietly crawled forward and hid myself behind the couch as he positioned his body in-between the couch and the chair giving me a small opening to get out the door unseen. So I took it. Crawling along the ground in front of him I headed out to the back yard and onto the deck. He followed out behind me and attached the lead to the chair before heading back inside.
As I was left outside by myself, I wondered if this was something I wanted to do. Should I stay on the hard timber or take the opportunity to hop up onto the comfy chair? Would going onto the chair ruin the mood? I know my dog would hop up onto the chair, so with this thought in mind I faced the chair and rested my arms and face on it.
While I was still contemplating if I should get up onto the chair completely, my husband returned with 2 beers and a bowl. He walked over and poured some of my beer into the bowl and placed it onto the deck in front of me and told me to have a drink. I crawled over to the bowl and leaned down and had a couple licks.
He sat down onto the chair and tugged on the lead pulling me towards him. I stood in front of him, on all fours and waited while he undid his jeans again and pulled out his cock for me. I leaned forward eagerly and licked along his length before wrapping my lips around him and slurping up and down his cock. He casually drank his beer as I bobbed up and down on his cock, his hands gently resting on my head in a comforting and encouraging manner.
Occasionally his hand applied more pressure and he forced my face into his lap pushing me down as far as he could onto his cock. His cock was buried deep down my throat and his hand was holding me there immobilized. I could feel his cock head pushing my airways closed so I wasn’t able to breath until he chose to release me. His cock stretched my throat and the need to breathe was a tickling thought in the back of my mind slowly growing. My pussy was needy and aching to be filled. Each time he released me and allowed me to breath, he told me to go and have a drink. So I turned and crawled over to the bowl to have a drink and came back to him with beer dripping from my chin and lips, eager to get back to my tasty cock treat.
He stood up from the chair and lead me crawling off the deck and into the garden. Amongst the plants he stopped me and reached down to undo and push my pants down over my butt until they were resting on the ground at my knees. He placed his hand between my legs and felt my pussy. I was soaking wet from being treated like his beloved sex pet. As his fingers push deep inside me, I whined and whimpered as my body responded to his invasion. He pulled his fingers out of me and placed them in my mouth which I eagerly sucked and licked, as he lined his cock up and entered me from behind. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and grabbed a hold of my hips and thrust forcefully into my pussy, he tightened the leash so I could feel it pulling at my neck as he pounded away at my cunt. His fingers squeezed my hips as his orgasm took over and he pumped his seed deep inside his little sex kitten.
The pants got pulled up and the cuffs got removed and disappeared back into pockets and we entered the beach house and our lives. Did you notice that we were gone?
– EddaBull xxoo
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/88yh5o/beach_house_sneakaway_fm_bd_fsub_oral
That is risky as hell, and hot as fuck all at the same time. I wish I was there for the possibility of noticing you were gone and going to fine you and getting to secretly watch.