He raised his glass in mock victory before knocking back the final swig of a pink fizzy cider. James swallowed down the sugary mixture with an exaggerated gulp, slamming the glass back down on the table triumphantly.
Sara laughed, “Stop being an ass and go get the next round.”
“Alrighty,” he said, standing wobbly. Hours of boozing were beginning to take effect.
“Same again please!” she shouted to him as he walked away, jiggling her glass of her gin and tonic in his direction. Sara’s smile glistened sweetly.
They were in a fancy hotel bar uptown, a few floors up with a beautiful view of the city as the sun faded and the blue of dusk rolled over the skyline. The tinkering of piano music over the speakers was a little pretentious for James’ liking, but this has been Leo’s choice. The velvety green seats and walnut furnishings were exactly his brand of frivolity. Leo was in the middle of an account of his third date with some guy he’d met online and Sara was on the edge of her seat.
Whilst James went up to the bar, Sara continued chatting animatedly to Leo. The three of them didn’t get to catch up often, usually only finding time to meet up a few times a year. It was always a different crowd depending on which of their old school friends was available. Nearly ten years had passed since they had gone to school together, and as their lives got busier it became increasingly harder to find the time to meet. It was amazing how little changed in that time, other than perhaps their jobs. Sara had been with the same guy all these years, her school sweetheart. Marrying the only person she had ever slept with meant the world of dating was foreign and fascinating to her.
James returned to the table to snorts of laughter, Sara slamming the table. Her brown hair flung around wildly as she threw her head back with giggles. Despite being a serious and sensible sort of person, she could be girly and cutesy at times, only accentuated by the melodic rhythm of her Italian accent. She masked it well usually, but her pronunciation was noticeably different after a few drinks, even occasionally treating them to an Italian curse. Sara had dark features, from her tan skin to her chocolatey brown eyes, but she dressed in bright colours, today adorning a thin denim blue dress that showed off her shoulders and ended mid-thigh. She was short and petite, having become increasingly athletic over the years, now the leanest she had ever been, but she did little to show it off. She wore loose-fitting clothes wherever possible, her hair was a frizzy mess, and her dress was in dire need of an iron. Sara was always like this. She didn’t like to draw attention to her looks, she’d been like that as long as James had known her. If you could look past the crazed hair and mismatching outfit choices, Sara was certainly pretty, but it was often disguised. Today – as usual – she wore no makeup; her dress, sandals and handbag clashed terribly, but it gave her a certain charm. She was raw, unfiltered.
Leo was going on now about how bad the guy’s cooking was.
“See this is why I never do dinner dates,” James chimed in as he sat, slumping back into his seat. “Drinks every time, that’s the way to go.” he punctuated his point by placing down his drink, and placing the other in front of Sara. She smiled sweetly.
“James, you don’t even date. You just cart the girl back to yours like a caveman! If you ever saw one of those flooseys of yours a second or third time, you’d know that dinner dates can actually be great.” Leo teased with a cocked eyebrow. Admittedly, James hadn’t ever really dated. His strong silent demeanor, tall stature and pronounced jawline seemed to attract a certain type of attention. Gorgeous girls in nightclubs with little inhibition and questionable character. Sara had been open in her disapproval over the years. The girls he went for were practically her antithesis, and she had long hoped he might settle down so she could have more couple friends. His type were all heels, hairspray, fake lashes and expensive manicures. That was all he wanted, shallow but satisfying.
James was a hard person to get to know, so most didn’t peer past the handsome veneer, a blonde scruff of hair and the green of his eyes. There was something seductive about a mystery, and since puberty the strategy of staying quiet to let the ladies do all the talking had worked wonders for him. In fact, he didn’t really know any other way. Attempts at cheeky pick up lines and flirty conversation had fallen flat enough times for him to accept that he had to play to his strengths.
“Yeah yeah, at least one of us here is getting laid. Did you hit it or not?” James jeered, Sara shoving his arm in jest. She had seemed to take his crudeness as a personal affront, shooting him a stern glare. However guarded James was, he was himself here with them. That special sort of familiarity one gets after knowing people for years.
“Gross, I don’t wanna hear about that!” Sara exclaimed, covering her ears to spare herself the gory details. Her unbridled innocence was already comical when they were teenagers, and settling down with the only person she had ever slept with had only shielded it as they had gotten older.
“Relax, I was well behaved. We’re seeing each other again tomorrow night.” said Leo
“Jeez Leo, four dates and nothing?”
Sara looked mortified, “Well that’s not unusual is it? People date for a while without sleeping together. It was months before Fredrick and I…”
“That’s different,” James interjected, “You were teenagers, adult dating involves sex.”
“Yeah well, I don’t mind taking it slow.” Leo added, “I don’t want a cheap fling, I’m after the genuine article. The L word James!”
James rolled his eyes, shaking his head and taking a deep swig of his beer. Sara on the other hand leaned over and planted a small sweet kiss on the side of Leo’s crown, squeezing his arm like a proud mother. She was always tactile, especially when she’d had a little to drink. Leo took his cue to finally knock back the dregs of his white wine.
“Right, I think I better be off. Don’t wanna miss my train.” said Leo, taking a deep breath, standing and putting on his jacket.
“Ahh Leo it’s been great to see you!” said Sara, jumping up and pulling him tightly into a hug on her tip-toes. Leo laughed, prying her off him and exchanging a brief half-hug with James before heading for the elevator. James and Sara sat back down to finish their drinks.
He felt more comfortable now it was just the two of them. Of all their old school friends, the two of them saw the most of each other. Sara and her husband would have him over for dinner, or they would meet for brunch on a lazy Sunday. They had even paid him to paint and decorate much of their place when they bought it last year. Sara had always had her life together, even from school. She had some of the best grades, she was the first of them to get a job, to pass her driving test. Sara made it all look effortless. Even now she had built up an online business arranging flowers, having taught herself. Who does that? She had this unique sort of drive that just made things happen for herself.
She asked James how his love life was going. His mind harkened back to a leggy red-head he’d fucked on his kitchen table earlier in the week, but he skipped over the details as he recounted it to Sara. Open as they were, Sara was a prude and he preferred to avoid another drunken lecture on his lifestyle.
“One of these days you’re going to have to settle down,” said Sara, smirking at him as he took another sip of his drink. It seemed he was going to get that lecture anyway.
“Well then where will you get your fix? You’re living vicariously through me and Leo’s sex life!”
“Eww, stop that!” she snorted as she laughed, clumsily shoving him again.
“I’m not like you. The single steady relationship thing isn’t me. I like sleeping around… it’s exciting.”
“Hey, I get plenty of excitement!”
“Sara, you have a husband now, you have a mortgage… when was the last time you and Fred even shagged?”
“James! What is wrong with you?” she scowled at him, but her smile betrayed her indignation. “It was this morning I’ll have you know!”
He was taken aback by this confession, as was she evidently, her eyes widening in surprise. This was probably the most information she’d ever shared about her activity in the bedroom. The drink was definitely getting to her, it had probably been years since they’d just sat together and gotten drunk the two of them.
“We’re… trying at the moment. So when I’m fertile we find the time.” she admitted haltingly, the words coming to her slowly. James almost felt uncomfortable talking about it with her.
“Like, trying for a baby?!”
“Yes trying for a baby you idiot!”
“Wow.” James managed, resting back in his chair.
“I know right, can you imagine me, as a mum?”
“I’m still struggling trying to imagine you and Freddie having sex!”
“James! Stop that! Don’t picture that!” she smacked at him again laughing, “I’m not a nun I’m just less of a slut than you are.”
He scoffed in mock disdain as they broke into laughter. Looking around at the bar, some displeased faces peered back at them, including the barman. They had been a tad too loud and it seemed they had outstayed their welcome. You weren’t supposed to have this much fun in a place like this. Now that Leo was gone, they felt out of place here anyway.
James finished his drink, and Sara polished hers off too, gulping it down with a little shudder. For a few moments they just sat smiling together in a comfortable sort of silence. It was that familiar feeling when you know the time is up but you’re not in a rush to leave.
“Come on,” said James standing, “Let’s get you back to Fred so you can go another round.” She groaned and shook her head as she grabbed up her bag and coat. Already she was beginning to regret letting it slip to James. Was she really going to be married, with a mortgage and a baby before he had even had his first real relationship? She stared over at him as they walked off to the elevator together. They had been so close for much of their lives, she couldn’t stand the thought of their lives drifting apart. Reaching the lift, they stepped inside and stood side-by-side as the doors slid shut. The two of them barely noticed the scent in the air before they lost consciousness and dropped to the floor.
***
She woke with a start, the hum of a mechanical whirring loud in her ears. She was breathing heavily, her muscles tense and head groggy. There was someone under her, or rather she was straddling someone, her hips thrusting slowly up and down uncontrollably. There was a foreign pleasure coursing through her, a vibration thrumming at her clit, and something pumping in and out of her.
“What the…” she muttered, finding herself restrained, naked and barely able to move. A confused sort of terror set in. The man beneath her was groaning, he was naked too but his head was lowered and she couldn’t see his face. A mop of blond hair told her it certainly wasn’t her husband. Of all the loud perplexing commotion, that detail panicked her most.
Sara felt hazy and achy. She must have been drugged and locked in this position for a while. Her mind was racing, trying to process her surroundings, the sounds and sensations whilst also rushing to recall anything about how she had gotten here. She was at drinks. Drinks with Leo and James. James. They had left together, hadn’t they?
“James?” she shrieked, suddenly recognising him, though she couldn’t see his face to confirm. His head rolled to one side, still not yet fully conscious. What had happened to them?
They were in a dark room with a spotlight trained on them. The floor was made of some sort of thick leather pad like an exercise mat. James was locked to the ground naked. His ankles and thighs were in cuffs built into the mat, they kept his legs outstretched and slightly apart. It had the effect of completely immobilising him from the waist down. Another metal arm held a seat to his lower back to keep him sat upright, with her on top of him. Her position was even less forgiving, she was on her knees straddling him, her calves also held by multiple cuffs locked to the ground alongside James’ thighs. There was some sort of strappy harness and metal bonds around her hips, firm and unyielding as she struggled against them. The harness was attached to bars protruding from the ground on either side of her, like rails that restricted her to vertical movement. A thick black motorised arm on each bar pulled her harness up and down with incredible force. Despite all of her considerable strength, however much she fought against it, it had no effect, she was forced to slide up and down to its will. It was only now that she realised the full gravity of what was happening. It was James’ thick cock inside her, and her slim frame was being slid up and down on it, fucking him slowly as a vibrator was trained on her swollen wet clit.
Sara cried aloud, waking James fully as she tried desperately to wretch herself free. The drugs were now beginning to wear off, and her energy returned. Her hands were clasped tightly to a collar around James’ neck so her struggling knocked him to attention.
“Whoa, what the fuck?! What is… Sara?” he stammered as he scoured the room frantically, eyes darting madly around, pulling at his bonds. His wrists were also attached to a collar around Sara’s neck, but he was granted a greater range of movement. The collar and cuffs were connected by a short black metal chain which allowed him to move his hands somewhat freely, but didn’t allow him to reach much below her ribs.
“I-I don’t know.” she said, trying hard to concentrate as a distracting and growing pleasure mounted in her belly, rippling up her spine and quickening her breathing. She almost hadn’t noticed it before, but now it was all-encompassing. The motor was loud, reverberating off unseen walls in the black of the dark room, a loud whirring that changed frequencies rhythmically as she was pulled up, then down, up and down.
Sara was still squirming, looking around frantically for some means of escape, or a way of stopping the motion. There was nothing, they were trapped. Her flailing around was making her feel dizzy, so she paused for a moment and tried to gather her thoughts. She was ashamed of how easily she was distracted by James’ impressive naked physique. Her eyes paused on his broad bare chest. This couldn’t be happening. She was riding James’ cock. It was so insanely hard, and it felt fucking big. It took all her will not to look down and inspect it. This was the only ever dick she had ever taken beside her husband’s and it was impaling her, a long girthy and bumpy cock thrust deeper into her than she had ever felt. It was exquisite, stretching her erotically over and over again.
James was in shock, making no attempt to disguise his staring. Not only was Sara naked and on top of him, her eyes were lustful, inflamed and scanning his body. Despite knowing Sara for years, he had never even seen her in a bikini before, barely even a revealing outfit and now here she was entirely nude and moaning on top of him. He was drawn first to her tits, small pert little handfuls wobbling as she bobbed up and down. Were they B-cups? Maybe small Cs? Her nipples were tight and rigid against the warm air, calling out to be nibbled. His eyes trailed down, admiring her lean athletic figure. Where had she been hiding this body? She was a marvel; her tight flat stomach and hourglass form culminating at a round bouncy little ass and slender tan legs.
Most perplexing of all, Sara had undergone a transformation of sorts. Her hair had been treated, washed and curled slightly into loose spirals. The colour had deepened to a warm silky brown, and it gave off an intoxicating coconutty scent. She had a subtle flourish of make-up on, a slight blush to her cheeks and a thin black outline around her eyes, with full red lips. Sara looked incredible, he had never seen her like this before. From the little of her feet and hands he could see as she wriggled around, it seemed her nails had even been done too, a tasteful dark-pink sort of colour with a glossy finish.
James was in awe, not only of the sight of her, but the incredible silky feeling of her sopping wet pussy sliding expertly up and down his pole. He had never felt this hard in all his life. How long had she been fucking him while he was unconscious? It was so slow, gentle, and tantalising. Gradually easing him up towards climax. He was on fire. He couldn’t believe it, he was going to cum inside one of his oldest friends. He could feel it coming, edging towards him, he was going to burst in her tight little hole.
“Sh-shit Sara, I’m gonna…”
“No! James no don’t! You have to hold it!” she yelled, gripping at his shoulders, fighting to hold back her own climax, the relentless vibration on her clit driving her wild. “James, we can’t. I’m married! I-I’m not on birth control!”
For some reason, that statement alone was nearly enough to send him over the edge, but as the meaning of the words soaked in, he solidified himself, clenching his muscles and trying to hold back a rising tide of pleasure. Their eyes met, locked in panic and disbelief. They were helpless, josseling against their restraints, but quickly growing to accept that it was going to happen. This machine forcing them to fuck one another was going to make them cum. Sara was speechless, staring down at the brief glimpses she got of his cock as it slid in and out of her dripping wet pussy. They couldn’t stop it.
Trying to hold it was futile, the steady perfect rhythm of the machine’s strokes were too much to bear. As much as they told themselves they didn’t want it, their bodies were screaming out for release. It grew harder to fight from moaning aloud, from relaxing and letting it wash over them. Looking into one another for some desperate solution, they registered what they both already knew. They couldn’t hold it any longer. As their orgasms began to swell, their moans growing in volume, suddenly all movement ceased. Sara was thrust up, then down and stopped there, locking in place with James’ cock pressed deep into her. They grunted aloud, stunned and gasping for air. They couldn’t believe it.
“Oh my god, shit. That was close! Did you…?” she asked hurriedly.
“No! No, it stopped just before.” he said, averting his eyes. Were they relieved? Disappointed? James was rock solid, desperate for release. It took everything in him not to buck his hips and give himself away, though he was sure the restraints around his legs wouldn’t allow any movement. The cuffs were so firm they almost hurt.
Sara tried to push up off the floor, hoping perhaps it was over and that she could climb off, but she was held firm. She used all her force, pressing down on James’ shoulders but there was no budge. She gave in and leant back. There was a padded seat behind her, held on an arm to support her, meaning she couldn’t go back far. James had been pressed back into his own padding the whole time, and only now pulled forward, examining the restraints further in the sudden calm.
“Cazzo!” said Sara, swearing in Italian, “What the fuck is this? Where are we?”
“The last thing I remember is the elevator.” said James, “I don’t understand. Why would someone do this? Why us? You… and like why did they give you a fucking makeover?”
“What?” she blurted, her expression now one of confusion. He said nothing, watching as she looked down at herself, the both of them breathless, sweaty and stinking of sex. She noticed her fingernails first. Pink? She hadn’t painted her nails in ages, certainly never this colour. Next she noticed her hair, dangling into her eye line. It was styled so tastefully that it practically rivalled her wedding day. Her legs and pussy tingled with the raw heat of a fresh shave.
“You’ve got make-up on too.” he noted, but she had no way of seeing it, only testing it with a timid lick of her tongue against her waxy lips. Seeing it stirred something in him.
“This is fucking weird. James we have to get out of here. What do these people want?” she was growing angry, agitation palpable in her tone.
Now that the machine had stopped and she could think, she started to explore their predicament. Leaning forward, she tried to get a closer look at the cuffs on her wrists, easier now that she wasn’t being made to move around constantly. Her thin wrists were clasped to his collar, so she had to rest her head on James’ shoulder to inspect it. It was connected by a small metal link, no visible clasp or connector to unfasten. She reached around to see if there was a way to remove the collar, but there was nothing. James’ was paralysed, suddenly feeling Sara press her body against his, her tits grazing the skin of his chest. He found himself holding his breath, his hands hovering above her trying to avoid making contact. He didn’t know what to do with his hands.
“Sara, just wait a second. Just stop.” he said, uncharacteristically assertive. She pulled back, intrigued. That sideways look of interest from her caught him offguard. She was fucking beautiful, how had he never registered this before? Of course, he knew what she looked like, he knew she was pretty but shit, she was gorgeous. Did clothing and minimal self-care really disguise so much? Or had he put her in a box? Created a safe distance that had withstood over the years? Fortified by time. Now here she was in all her supple, tanned nakedness wrapped wet and hot around his throbbing cock. He had to calm himself down. He took a deep breath, sighing it out as he plucked up the courage to meet her eye again.
“James, are you alright?” she asked, her expression coloured with genuine concern.
“Yeah, yeah I’m just, processing a minute.”
“Too much excitement for you?” she quipped, permitting herself a wry smile. He didn’t reciprocate, this was no laughing matter. Sara was fucking married. He kept telling himself that, cooling down his fiery hunger to fuck her delicious tight little body.
“Yeah well, just s-stop pressing yourself to me all naked!” James floundered, he was making himself nervous. He tried to calm himself down, put his mind to the problem.
“Well, I sort of can’t help it James!” she said exasperatedly. “Are you gonna help me or not? We can’t just sit here!”
The machine burst back to life, Sara’s vibrator humming into action inciting a gasp from her. The harness had it pressed perfectly to her enlarged little nub. Her grip on his shoulders tightened instinctively, before she even registered what was happening.
“No, not again. W-wait.” she cried, as her hips were thrust steadily upwards to the top of his long cock and then pressed firmly back down. She doubled her fight against the bonds, flailing madly as the motor continued unrelentingly. He couldn’t believe that even after calming himself down he was still so rock solid.
This time, the pace was different. Much faster. Sara’s body was flung up and down ferociously as it accelerated more and more. It was making her fuck his cock hard and rough, pumping her up and down until soon she was wailing and screaming. First with anguish and despair, but then with raw guttural pleasure. She was digging her nails into his shoulders, their thighs slapping together loudly with each thrust. She mumbled something in Italian under her breath and it nearly sent him wild.
“Oh god Sara. It feels… really fucking good.” he groaned. They were getting there fast, the sight of Sara’s perfect tits bouncing right in front of his eyes only egged him on. He found himself gripping her shoulders, the soft skin warm in his hands. Again their eyes met, resigned to their fate and unsure what one another wanted. Unsure what they themselves wanted. Then it stopped again, as suddenly as it had begun. Another frustrated cry from each of them as the flurry of activity ceased.
This time Sara collapsed onto him, resting her body on his, looking past him into the darkness of the room. They were both panting madly, their nerves aflame. That had felt even closer than the time before.
“Why are they doing this?” James asked under his breath, their bodies rising and falling together as they fought for air. From this angle, he could see down her taut back to her tight little ass resting on the floor mat. His cock twinged and she could feel it inside her. Her mind was still processing it all, she was fucking James’ dick. Sara felt like she might cry, but at the same time a little thrill crept over her. This was wrong. She should be disgusted by all this, and yet it felt fucking amazing.
Neither of them spoke. Their minds raced. Why were they here? Were they to be locked in here indefinitely? If they even did make it out, what did this mean for their lives now? The more James thought about it, the more he began to panic. But this time they weren’t given as long to recover. Before they had even caught their breath, the vibrator started back up. It was slower this time, buzzing against Sara’s swollen clit as the motor forced them to endure long drawn-out strokes up and down. She sighed loudly, shaking her head in continued disbelief as the awful predicament resumed. Again it brought them both quickly to the brink, their bodies aching with need, pummeling their sticky naked bodies together before stopping close enough for them to taste it. Close enough for them to accept that they wanted it.
The next time was slow but the thrusts were more shallow, balancing Sara on the tip of James’ dick and sliding her up and down in short motions so that the head of his cock massaged hard against her g-spot. She had never felt anything like it in her life, it was incredible, she was sure she would explode that time, her head throbbed with the pressure of the looming climax before it was snatched away.
“Oh god, oh fuck please. Just fucking do it!” Sara shrieked. The machine was growing cruel. This time it had stopped at the top of a thrust, holding a moment before slowly sliding Sara’s tight hot pussy down James’ cock inch by inch, agonisingly slow until he was pressed deep inside her. Again it held them firmly stationary.
James was going mad with frustration. His balls were tight, set to bursting and denied time-and-time again. The edging was getting to him, building up a greater and greater need, but uncertain if it would ever actually be released. Sara was seeing a whole other side of him, this usually mild and timid man she had known most of her life now looked enraged and agitated.
“Hey, look at me. It’s okay.” she said, pressing her fingertips to his cheek. It was as far as she could reach in her restraints. “We’re alright.” he looked up at her, the dark of her eyes soothing him. Loosening his tension. With just a look she could tell him it was okay to want it, that she wanted it too. They barely blinked, staring into one another and sharing an unspoken connection. Familiar and new all at once. Both affectionate and erotic in a way that startled him. It was so intimate, it almost made him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t look away. He smiled. She smiled back. James was mesmerised. Is this the kind of deep connection people talked about?
This time when the vibrator resumed Sara looked relieved; she moaned keeping her eyes trained on James. The motors lifted her up the full length of his shaft and slid her back down slowly. They said nothing. His hands slid up the velvety warm skin of her shoulders and rose to her neck, pulling her head towards his. Their lips met, then their tongues, and they melted into one another. Their kiss deepened, passionate and charged with mounting lust, when suddenly the machines cut out. This wasn’t like before, Sara felt her hips loosen as the motor released, allowing her free movement. She jolted at the sudden realisation, pulling away from their kiss. She immediately tested the range of motion, finding that her hips moved freely up and down, but stopped when she tried to slide off him. She was still limited by the rails. They were astonished, but before they could even decide what to do with this new small freedom, the machines burst back into life, forcing Sara to thrust up and down again in slow strokes. They didn’t understand, flummoxed by this new development. Looking to one another for answers, fighting back moans of pleasure, Sara considered for a moment before leaning forward to meet apprehensively in another kiss. After a moment the machine stopped again, releasing the motor and allowing her free movement.
They had cracked it. This is what the machine wanted, for them to engage in the intimacy. Recognise it and cooperate. It was so simple that Sara couldn’t believe it had taken them so long to figure it out. Now came the question of whether they could really do it. They had been teased with the possibility of finishing for so long, now that they might actually be able to cum together, could she bring herself to do it? The kiss slowed, the decision weighing down on them both, but James couldn’t stop – he needed it. The softness of her on his lips, the intoxicating smell of her hair, the warmth of her skin against his. He couldn’t hold it any longer, it felt like he had held it all these years already, he needed this.
He pulled her into a deeper kiss, taking her head in his hands and then moving down to take her shoulders in his grip and press her gently down. She moaned into him, letting him slide her down his cock, before she thrust up and he pulled her down again. She was doing it, fucking James of her own volition. This new freedom of movement a revelation. She was already so close to orgasm, all it would take was a few strokes. She wanted to fight it, but she was grateful to him for making the decision. Sara knew he was right to push onward, the machine would only keep forcing them to the edge until they finally surrendered to their urges. They were powerless to stop it. Worse, they wanted it desperately.
She humped rhythmically against him, their kiss intensifying as his hands explored downwards and took her tits, kneading both handfuls softly, testing the hardness of her nipples. Their movements were less precise than the machine’s, but it felt incredible. How she longed to scream aloud, nibble at his ear or trail kisses down his chest but she couldn’t. They had to maintain their wet, hungry snogging to keep the motors from reengaging.
The rising tide of pleasure was pressing at both of them, their moans growing in crescendo. They were so close. So so close. Closer than any of the times before. It was going to happen. They were going to cum, they were sure of it. Sara arched her back, digging her fingernails into James’ shoulders, curling her toes as her body tensed and burst into bliss. She pulled back from their kiss, gasping and screaming as she climaxed, squirting hot wet juices all over his cock and continuing to fuck up and down hard as she trembled with pleasure. She wanted him to cum, she wanted to feel him release. He followed soon after, blasting hot thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy until it spilled out around him. She continued the thrusts, milking him for every last drop as they screamed out in desperate release.
“Oh my god. Holy fucking shit.” Sara panted, disorientated in a lusty haze. Her body was still twitching as she eased herself down.
“That was…” James mumbled, unable to finish. He still couldn’t believe it. He had fucked his Sara. His married friend. She could read his disbelief in his expression. Suddenly the excitement of it all dissipated. Sara was off birth control, in her most fertile time of the month. Could James have just impregnated her? Had this been the machine’s intention? Surely not, there were easier ways to do that. Why then? Why her, why him? Her mind was crowded with questions, but her thoughts were interrupted by the click of the restraints as they released their wrists, necks and legs.
James quickly wriggled his hands free, working to carefully dismantle the rest. Removing Sara’s vibrator and harness took some work, releasing the straps and helping her up off him. When they stood, it was like seeing her naked all over again. She was breathtaking, her incredible petite figure lithe and irresistible, her stature just a little shorter than his. Her eyes dropped to his cock, thick and heavy, dripping with their juices. She felt energised. Alive. Staring at the dismantled mechanics in a heap on the floor, she was ashamed that she had let it beat her. It was a deep cloying sort of shame, but that same thrill caught in her belly. Sara loved her husband, she longed for him even now, but what her and James had just shared was… carnal. Raw. She had been uncaged. As little thought as she usually gave to her appearance, here all prettied and painted – she had felt really seen. Appreciated like artwork.
Some doors slid open automatically, and their eyes were drawn to the familiar lift they had entered before. It was bright, and the sharp light spilled into the room revealing more of their surroundings. The room wasn’t all too large, mostly grey concrete with a square of black padded flooring in the centre, where they had been up till now. There were cameras trained on them from every corner, not the security kind, they were large almost like film cameras. High up out of reach. James’ mouth dropped agape as he saw them.
“Sara,” he whispered, staring over at one of them. She had noticed too, but her attention was drawn elsewhere. Two piles of clothes laid out for them on the floor of the bright elevator.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” she whispered, for some reason they felt the need to be hushed now. She padded out and over to the lift and James stood watching her for a moment before following. Surely this was the end of their friendship. He could never see her the same way now. They had connected and it scared him. He didn’t know he could feel intimacy like that. He felt like he finally understood what he had been missing. How many opportunities had he missed for something real?
Sara looked back at him, seeing him stare and beckoning him over playfully. She was already pulling on her underwear and digging out her phone. James joined her and began to dress next to her. Seeing her then he longed to kiss her one more time in this far-off place before they returned to their real lives; but it felt wrong now. They weren’t trapped anymore. Sara saw it in his face, his smile dropping. She came over to him in her underwear and wrapped her arms around him tightly, kissing his cheek softly. His hand came to the back of her head, the other hovering above her pert little bum for a moment before thinking better of it. Sara could feel his erection as she hugged him. She had flashes of him taking her in the lift. Fucking her roughly one more time before they left. She surprised herself, pulling back and turning away from him.
They dressed in silence. When they finished, she gave James a nod, and he pressed the ground floor button. Standing side-by-side, they watched as the doors slid shut on the dark room and took them up and away, back to reality.
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