Teasing all day led to them tying up and fucking me [MFM]

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This is a throwaway-obviously. This was a FWB situation, actually our last night together that we didn’t really know was the last time. So it goes. Names and such are changed because I’m pretty paranoid, but I have a feeling they would be able to recognize themselves from the story despite that. Others wouldn’t though which is what’s important. I’ll be Mary, if I name myself at all haha-petite and 27. I have light hair and dark eyes. Dean will be my husband he is average height and build and 27 with brown hair and brown eyes. Tom, our friend, is 27 with dark hair and light eyes. He’s average height, works out a lot. We are all close and comfortable and at this point had been hooking up for a while so the vibe between us is very casual. If you want to get right to the nitty gritty you can head to the **.

I’d woken up wet that morning. It didn’t happen often but when it did, I was usually pretty determined to have something done about it. However, life gets in the way. Working opposite schedules to my husband and our “friend” made it so that instead of playing with anyone I slipped from my cold bed that morning unfulfilled. I pulled my checkered red panties, the ones with the lace, up my small legs and over my slightly wet, shaved mound and got my respectable teacher clothes on for the day instead. I was distracted all day with naughty thoughts of what I could do to my boys if we were all home together, and since I got off before both of their work days ended…even began really, I decided it was only fair to distract them a little too.

I started with my words. Sending them thoughts of what might come tonight. Of what was going through my head. Then, as the day went on and I became more impatient, I began hinting at the promise of pictures. I debated between two outfits to send them. The first was modest enough. Simply a blue nightgown with a shear top about mid-thigh length nice and lacy. It didn’t quite elicit the attention I was desiring. But, would save the second for when Tom and Dean were both here later. The second was a halter top, mostly just a scrap of black lace. A one piece with a scooped cut out middle, widening a bit to hide my pussy then narrowing to a string thong with an open back. I felt sexy as hell in it and just putting it on made my clit tingle.

I put the nightgown back on and snapped a picture to send. It gets a nice reaction, and a proposal from Tom to practice tying myself up with lengths of rope we have and photograph that. Now I’m wet again. Seeping into my red and white cheeky plaid panties. I bite my lower lip and think for a moment. I’ve tied up other people before but never myself. I could most likely follow a web tutorial and Dean will be home soon enough. I watch a few quick videos and then strip off the satin and lace nightgown before beginning to drag the bright pink nylon across my pale skin. As the cord moves against me, I feel myself growing more and more aroused, thinking of the fact that I’m preparing myself for them. I tie the knot off at my side, a bit makeshift, but as tight as I can get it, and turn to the mirror.

I am not quite satisfied with my handiwork, but they’ve been waiting patiently, and I’m excited. I snap the picture, not even needing to play with my nipples to harden them for the shot like I normally do. I’ve bound my breasts up in pink. I’m small chested, but they are perky and firm. The pink rope encircles them like a bow as if I were a gift for them. I don’t notice until Dean’s reply text, but I am so wet from my arousal that you can see the dampness in the shot in the mirror. I untie myself and begin to wait even more impatiently for Dean to arrive home.

**When he does, he ties me up more efficiently, with the pink cord, and this time an additional purple one that snakes seductively around my neck and pins my forearms and wrists behind my back as well as the pink that encircles my tits. He pushes me to my knees by my ponytail and moves my head to his cock, dripping with precum, not bothering to remove his dress shirt or take his legs all the way from his pants, simply unzipping and shoving them down. I’m aching with how much I want to fuck him. But I circle the head of his cock slowly, with devotion, and then swallow him deeply. I love the feeling of a throat full of cock. He groans and rests an open palm on the back of my head and lets out a low laugh. After so much teasing it feels good to finally get what we wanted. He pulls his cock out and slaps it on my tongue and lips a few times as I desperately try to return it back to my mouth and he grins down at me mischievously.

He grabs the rope at my wrists and yanks me up in a fluid motion. I’m unsteady for a moment, but I smile at him before we begin to kiss deeply. The head of his dick is wet with my spit and rubbing up against my clit which is frustratingly still covered in yoga pants. He pulls them down as if reading my mind before shoving me back onto the bed. My arms are still behind me, then under me on the bed, but I don’t mind when he moves his mouth down to my pussy. His tongue slipping seamlessly from the dance between one pair of lips to the other. He isn’t phased by my writhing or my moans, and he swallows my juices as I cum on his face. He grins up at me and licks my clit, gently now and I shiver.

He rolls me over onto my stomach, and slides into me and we both exhale in unison. He moves slowly at first, and despite my restraints, I move to meet him. His hand reaches around my front and moves down to rub my clit and it feels amazing. He is kissing my shoulder where it meets my neck when he whispers that if we keep going, he could cum. I shake my head despite how close my own body is to another orgasm.

“Not yet, let’s wait for Tom.”

He groans but stops moving. “What?”

“Let’s wait,” I encourage. “For Tom to get here.”

“Bossy little brat.”

I stick my tongue out and he smacks my ass a few times, lovingly, but with a sharp sting.

He then pulls out obediently. I’m so very spoiled, but I do make him feel so good, that I know he thinks it’s worth it. As we wait, he complains about me edging him as I stroke and suck his dick periodically and he sends updates to Tom tempting him to leave work early. Finally, an eternity later, Tom leaves work and joins us. I’m somewhat of a cumslut and having not gotten Dean off earlier was getting to me as well.

He comes up to our room and joins us on the bed. I excuse myself to slip into the black slip of lace I had been teasing earlier. When I return, Tom’s under the blankets, and Dean’s waiting to tie me up again. I obediently allow him to, and his nimble fingers make quick work. The knots move quicker this time, but I don’t get any less wet. I’m practically dripping through the tiny black thong when Dean moves me to my knees again and gestures Tom to join him.

“Come let her suck our cocks.”

I’m already obediently sucking on Dean’s while Tom watches from the bed. He’s simply enjoying the view for a moment. I’m impatient, eager to have both cocks in my mouth.

“Come take your clothes off.” Tom hesitates a moment more before joining us on the floor, stripping as he goes. I move quickly to his cock, and feel it grow harder in my hands and my mouth. That’s one of my favorite, most powerful feelings. I suck gently and feel him moan and rock his hips into my mouth. I look up to see that he and Dean are making out now. I snake my head over so that I can capture Dean’s cock for a moment, and he sighs contentedly. Their hands are in my hair but I divide my attention between their cocks evenly, eyes wide and staring up at the both of them. Loving the view of them as I’m looking up from below their cocks. The heads of their dicks are touching as my tongue caresses them and I pop both into my mouth as much as I can and hum contentedly at the groan this elicits. I’m not quite sure who it’s from at this point and I don’t care.

I move my mouth down Tom’s shaft a few times and take as much of him as I can down my throat and am pleased with myself at how deep I’m able to go with my hands tied from this angle. I’m soaked at the thought of how deep I could go with a little prompting when with my mouth around Dean’s cock I feel Tom’s hand gently, but firmly holding me down. It seems we’ve had similar ideas. I embrace the guidance and swallow Dean as fully as I can and he groans. Tom stops when my lips are at Dean’s base and holds me there for a moment before pulling me out and pushing me back again slowly. I’m drooling everywhere which normally would bother me but at this point I don’t care. Dean and Tom both move my head back to Tom’s cock. My eyes are closed as I take him all the way down my throat but in my head they’re kissing again. I can feel his balls on my chin after the third attempt and he holds me there. He’s a bit big, so I don’t think he’s used to women being able to deep throat him. He pumps into me like this a few more times before pulling out. I inhale deeply, now that I’m really able too, and look at them both. My eyes must look somewhat wild. I’m more turned on than I’ve been in a long time and all I can think about is having someone’s cock inside me.

I can’t remember which of them pulls me to my feet, but the next thing I know I’m bent over the bed with my ass up. I’m a little too short for it, so I have to be on my tip toes. Dean’s at my head, his cock tauntingly close to my mouth, but just far enough away as my shoulders rest on his thighs that I can’t reach him without help. He obliges me, and I’m lavishing him with my tongue. I swallow up both his balls for a moment and enjoy the way he tips his head back while I play with them before I move back to the hard tip of his dick again. He’s red and swollen now, and I tease the slit with my tongue gently, before I slowly push my lips over the head of him and take him in.

My hands are tied behind me, but when Tom steps up and situates himself at my hips and enters me. I can stretch out my fingertips and pull him closer to me, just barely. He moves deliberately and I try to pull him deeper and faster, but he won’t despite me also bucking my hips wantonly. Tom’s got one hand on the purple cord looped around my neck. He’s putting tension on it as Dean fucks my mouth and Tom moves his cock achingly slowly inside of me.

“Careful, that’s around Mary’s neck.” Dean warns.

“Oh,” replies Tom casually, “I know.” Satisfied with the answer Dean pumps into my throat deeper and Tom pulls the rope a bit tighter. I quiver with another orgasm. I love cumming with my mouth full of cock, and I pull at Tom’s hips wanting more, but at the same time not wanting this to end. We keep moving like that, and I’m losing feeling in my legs, but it doesn’t really matter, because I’m not holding myself up anymore anyway. I can’t think about anything except how amazing I’m feeling even though I’m completely out of control, or perhaps because of that. Dean’s dick is still throbbing in my mouth, and I hear Tom groan out that he’s going to cum.

I murmur my disapproval around Dean’s cock and feel each of Tom’s fingers dig into my hips tightly as he continues to pump into me, more quickly now, and harder, finally hitting the rhythm I’ve been craving, and my eyes roll back as I approach another orgasm as Dean’s cock slips down deeper into my throat. Before I can finish again Tom’s pulling out and I’m left wanting, but not for long. Dean pulls me up onto the bed and moves his cock from my mouth to my deliciously aching pussy. I’m on my back, and my arms are still tied up under me. I’m not really concerned at that point, I’m so lost in my own pleasure, but then Tom has me somewhat on my side as he plays with my nipples in that way he does while Dean fucks me. I’m rolling in ecstasy and I turn my head to kiss Tom, but he moves away from me. I whimper and focus instead on the feeling of his long fingers rolling my nipples and arch into Dean’s cock. I’m close, just on the edge, when Tom kisses me, and then cums. The feeling of him filling me is usually enough to push me over but not quite this time. Covered now in scraps of lace, rope, and full of seamen I tremble as the duo untie me.

We hadn’t bothered to take off my one piece while we fucked, opting instead to simply push it to the side. So now it’s coated in sweat and cum when I rush to the bathroom. I leave it in there and when I return to the room after cleaning up quickly the guys are already almost back to sorts. I can’t hide my look of disappointment and Dean chuckles.

“Oh, were you not finished?” My insatiable appetite a running joke between all of us at time.

“Well, I was getting close to another-…” I trail off suggestively. He laughs and I slip somewhat weakly back into bed to snuggle up with the two of them. We were together a bit more that night, but sans the rope, and I did get to finish my building orgasm thanks to Dean’s talented mouth.

This is my first time ever really writing anything naughty, but I do like to write, and I am pretty naughty haha. I’ve read my fair share on here, so I figured I’d throw something back into the mix. Hope you enjoyed!

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