TANGLED – MF – [bondage][Mdom][Voyeur][orgy][denial][toys]

“Oh my God!” you gasp breathlessly, spotting the particularly beautiful envelope and package at your front door, your clearly inscribed on its front.

Quickly you bend down and scoop up your prize, holding it firmly to your chest.

Nothing interesting like this had ever come to your doorstep, especially given it was addressed to you.

Your eyes scan for any clue of the person who may have dropped it here. Seeing nothing, you quickly shut the front door, eyes looking down at the mystery package, as your body slumps against the heavy door.

Your hands tremble as you roll the exquisite mulberry envelope in your hands. Thin veins of teal and gold run through the paper, reflecting the sunlight, bouncing off the sandstone coloured surface. Your heart skips a little as you breathe in deeply, your nose picking up the faintest hint of tangerine, ylang-ylang and sandalwood. These organic smells immediately conjuring up erotic images of long nights and days of passion, lust and sexual exploration. Only one person you knew of would go to such fine lengths in detail, the exquisiteness even out of the reaches of your finer wedding invitations. Your heart races as you gently finger the turquoise wax seal at the opening of the ornate envelope.

You had missed this feeling, the thrill, the excitement, the mystery, it had been almost a year and a half since our last meeting.

Finally, freeing the wax and peeling open the paper sleeve, you remove the finely handwritten invitation inside.

You are cordially invited to attend a private Art exhibition

TANGLED

Sunday 31st July 2023 @ 10:00am

Artist Loft Exhibitiom
105 Wooster St PENTHOUSE E, 
New York, NY

PS. You will find some small gifts contained in the box with this envelope. These must be worn for 2hrs in public every day until the event. Compliance is mandatory, refusal will be punished. Photo evidence will be required.

Yours Sincerely,
PP

You quickly check your watch for the date, “That’s 10 days away!”, you say, with a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Small gifts hey!”, you mutter, Your attention now switching to the slightly heavy box in your other hand.

You slowly open the black wooden box, there four neatly wrapped packages lie in the soft velour interior. You pick the smallest first, unwrapping it gently you find an ornate choker sporting a large black Sapphire at its front. Second is a delicately thin silver chain with small stainless balls at each end, they hum softly in your palm as if something smaller inside them had been triggered by their movement. Next a black stainless butt plug with a turquoise crystal mounted on its flat end. Finally a small glass container with a clear gel or lubricant inside. You discover a small piece of paper hidden under the four packages, it reads;

Choker for neck,
chain for your clit,
plug for your ass,
and gel for your bits.

Gifts must be worn,
for two hours a day,
out of the house,
while at work or at play.

You cannot wear pants,
you mustn’t wear panties,
just a skirt or a dress,
with an ass looking fancy.

Gel on your nips, clit,
also your ass,
I am worried without it,
the plug ‘shall not pass’.

Abstain from all sex,
abstain from all touching,
don’t break the rules,
for I will be watching.

You chuckle slightly muttering, “Fucking tease”, as you place the directions back into the black wooden box.

Already the idea of the challenge ahead is arousing you, as feel your juices mounting.
You quickly shoot another another glance at your watch, 10:30am.

“No time like the present”, you huff eagerly, swiftly moving to your bedroom to change into more ‘appropriate’ attire.

Rifling through your wardrobe you decide on a favourite floral summer dress, having just enough length that you don’t feel like you would be exposing your secrets to the world every time you bent over. Stepping back, you admire your dress in the mirror, complemented perfectly by the fancy black choker.

You carefully apply the clear gel to your nipples and clitoris. The gel feels icy cold going on, but then starts to generate a heat that lights up every nerve ending in the sensitive buds.

Spreading yourself you gently clip the thin chain to your clit, the small stainless balls coming together just near your opening. The now cool presence of the metal against your warm and sensitive clit causing it flex in appreciation.

Finally you recline on the bed lifting your knees against your chest. You apply some gel to the tip of the black plug and then to the tight rim of your asshole. You probe at the tight opening, slowly adding firm pressure, feeling yourself stretch. After some time you finally feel yourself give way to the intruding steel and the plug slides snugly home.

Standing, you once again admire yourself in the mirror, bending and lifting your skirt till you see the pretty flash of turquoise. “Good Girl” you can hear my words echoing in your head, causing your ass to bite down hard on the plug in your ass, and sending ripples of pleasure to the sensitive tips of your body. You feel like a dog eager to win its masters affection and kind words, the descriptions of my approval and arousal your sweet reward.

“Control yourself”’, you say, having the sudden feeling like you want to rub up against any hard surface in the room, blowing a stand of hair off your face.

“You’re just an average good girl”, you say politely, a wickedly sexy grin forming on your face.

You find yourself quickly surprised at just how aroused you became wearing your secret attire. Shopping, riding a taxi, eating out, around the house. The combination of the humming balls banging gently against your clit and the subsequent pull of your ass sucking on the butt plug was making you hard and wet with arousal. The feeling of the breeze against your bare and exposed wetness was driving you wild. Soon you started looking at everything and everyone as a potential sexual object. That, and the fact that this was all happening behind a thin curtain of privacy made for a very long ten days of torture.

But it was a torture that you found yourself growing to love. Soon you were wearing your plug and chain around the house too. Cleaning, cooking and studying now became periods of wanton wet fantasies. You now spent hours picturing my cock and tongue slowly fucking you to orgasm. Wanting me made you feel like a sexual goddess, you oozed and dripped desire, it was both sexy and empowering.

You looked forward to the end of each session when you would photograph and send me the evidence of your compliance. Imagining my hard cock jumping at the sight of your wetness and need, my mouth dry with the desire to taste it.

You knew that in the same cruel way I was being tortured too, and that like you, I also was growing to love it.

It would take all of your willpower not to touch your aching clit or fill the need of your hungry wet cunt. You resisted knowing a even greater prize awaited you, one that would be so much greater than any temporary relief you might find now.

The day of the exhibition finally arrived as the ache inside you never felt greater.

You spend your morning getting ready for me, you want me to notice the time you have taken to prepare yourself for the occasion, you want to be perfect. You lazily bathe and soap your body, admiring your freshly waxed pussy and new clit jewellery. You blow dry your hair, fix some light makeup and rub sweet smelling oils into your skin. You apply a dusting of perfume and then admire your naked curves in the mirror. You have slowly grown to love your body over the years since your experiment began, or at least the unmistakable effect it has on my body.
You grab your breast and seductively open your folds testing that wicked grin you know drives me wild.

“You are in big trouble”, you purr at the mirror, the erotic image even beginning to arouse you.

Mindful of the time you dress quickly, slipping into the underwear you know I love most. Finishing off with a modest dress that compliments your small breasts. You smell, look and feel incredible as the question whether this moment could truly be happening, having waited so long.

Your taxi ride is full of sweet memories and extremely dirty thoughts. You enjoyed the private and shared secret of the our taboo encounters. The filthy things we had done together, the sexy images gripping you in the belly. You enjoyed the thought of mouths dropping in disbelief had anyone known the dirty girl you really were. You often pictured my cock, it’s fat mushroom head exploding with cum in hot desire for you, especially when in the company of your conservative friends.
They would often ask what it was you were smiling about, “Oh nothing!” was always your calm reply.

Here it is Miss!, says the driver, pointing to a large industrial complex.You exit remembering that same trepidation you had felt that first time in the classroom not so long ago.

‘I am out front’ you message me.

‘Through the front gate, third floor, apartment 4a, I am waiting’ comes my reply.

Following the directions you find yourself standing at a large studio apartment, two large industrial steel doors blocking your entry. With a shaky hand you bang your fist three times on the metal surface.

You hear the sounds of sliding metal then a large creak as the door slowly swings open.

Your anxiousness melts as you look up high to my kind eyes and smiling face, almost forgetting how tall I was.

“There she is”, I say lovingly, in reply to your beautiful smile and warm
eyes. “Come inside”.

You walk into the large modern apartment, its white interior bathed in sunlight, the shadows of its dark exposed beams making patterns on the floor. I take your things, as you notice the familiar aroma of your invitation hanging in the air.

Returning with a cold drink, I place a hand on your shoulder, spinning you to face me again.

“You are truly the most beautiful thing I have ever had the joy of looking at”, I say, full of sincerity. “I have truly missed you and our time together so much”.

I lean in kissing you passionately, taking your tongue into my mouth and pressing you hard against me and my now throbbing need.

You reach around my neck, pulling me in harder, as your other hand moves down over my hard length. “I need you so fucking bad”, you moan into my mouth, grabbing my balls roughly in your fist.

You drop immediately to your knees impatiently ripping at my belt and fly, eventually freeing my hard cock, feeling it heat as it springs in front of your face. Looking into my eyes you wrap you lips around the head pushing it into your hungry mouth. You push back on the tight velvet foreskin with your lips as your tongue circles my now exposed tip. You grip my shaft tightly pumping my cock deep into your mouth, finally freeing its large head and feeling the large pool of sweet Pre-cum drip into your mouth. You lather my cock in my wetness and your spit never taking your eyes off me.

“You taste so fucking good”, you moan, mouth full with the throbbing length of me.

Sucking roughly at my tip you pull me out and proceed to slap me against your outstretched tongue, rubbing me hard against your lips and face. The smell of my cock and the taste in your mouth driving you into a primal frenzy where only the hot reward of my cum could possibly satisfy you.

“Make me cum”, I moan loudly. “Make me cum in your pretty mouth”.

The words make your cunt clench hard like a vice, your mouth now pumping with renewed vigour, in search of its thick creamy reward.

“Ohhhh Fuuuuucckk”, you hear my animal like cry, as thick ropes of hot cum explode from my now throbbing head.

You lap at the glistening hot stream as it splashes over your lips, mouth and chin.
Cum drips to the floor, as you continue to lovingly suck on me till me cock eventually hangs clean and limp in your hand.

“Thank you”, you say, smiling and nuzzling your face against my now flaccid cock like a friendly cat.

I look down and stroke your hair gently in silent approval, a warm smile on my face.

I lift you back up to your feet, holding you in close and kiss you passionately, tasting myself in your mouth. You cling to my black t-shirt grabbing at my chest.

“Mmmmmmm, the way you suck my cock is so hot”, I moan, “I can really feel how much you want me”.

“I’m not really a swallower”, you blurt out, cheeks blushing red at the realisation that was said out loud. “But your cum taste sooooooo fucking good”.

“Ummmmmmm thanks”, I say jokingly, “Two weeks of only drinking Pineapple Juice has obviously paid off then!”

We both laugh out loud, though you stop and look at me suspiciously, not sure if I’m serious. I slap you hard on the bottom, breaking your awkward stare, and buckle my black jeans up again.

We talk, laugh and flirt as I cook you the most amazing brunch you have ever tasted. I feel like stopping time as I look into your stunning eyes highlighted in the rays of sunlight. I feed you small morsels of food, as you bite on my thumb suggestively.

I tell you how hard your daily photos had made me, that all I wanted to do was cum, but had decided instead to abstain till I saw you again. All the while my cock tortured by its constant need for you.

You explain to me what a dripping mess you had been completing your daily task and that you had almost fingered yourself silly on numerous occasions. You feel that familiar tug in your pussy suddenly reigniting your unreleased need.

“Tonight will be an exploration of your fantasies, desires and boundaries. It will also be our work of art. I need you to trust me, trust that I am always right beside you an trust that I would never hurt you.” I grip you under the chin and lift you head to look at me directly.

“Do you know that?”, I ask, staring deeply into your eyes. You nod your head in an unspoken reply as I run my thumb over your lips, fire igniting in your eyes as you bite hard on my thumb.

“Ok, yes it is then”, I say, giving you a smile of approval and an encouraging wink. Then I offer you my hand.

You take my hand as I lead you to a big rolling door on the far side of the apartment. I slowly slide the large door along its tracks revealing a large open artist studio. The room is painted white with various large work benches, paint brushes, potting wheels and machinery.

Your notice the loud echo of your shoes on the polished concrete floor, the space feels cool and empty. You follow me to a large open space with a black tape circle on the floor.

“I need a safe word from you”, I say seriously, “If ever you are not enjoying this or want it to stop, just use this word, and everything will stop immediately”.

“Ok”, your voice cracks with a mixture of fear and excitement, “Bow and arrow”. Your mouth contorts into that wicked smile.

I laugh at how funny and sexy I find you, and part of me cries with the intense need to fuck you right now.

“Stand here”, I whisper, “Quiet, no more words”.

“Take this”, I say, holding a dropper your lips. “It’s an aphrodisiac and relaxant. It will heighten your senses but also relax your muscles. Trust me it’s safe.”

With that I pull down your lower lip and drop the sour liquid under your tongue.
You resist the urge to spit it out and let it slide down your throat. You suddenly feel as if you have been lowered weightless into a spa, your head swims slightly, and you notice the sensitivity of the cool air on your nipples. You feel the drug unwinding and turning off the stressed parts of you but also turning on and lighting up your most intimate parts.

I bend down in my black t-shirt, jeans and bare feet and slowly unbuckle your shoes., lifting out each bare foot carefully and placing it on the cold hard floor. I stand over you again and slowly remove your shirt and bra, you closely watching the marvel in my eyes as I undress you. I notice the black chocker at your neck and smile. I grab the back of your hair and tie it messily up in a crude bun.

“I like your hair up”, I whisper, brushing your earlobe with my lips.

I kneel and you feel my breath on your belly, unbuttoning your skirt and slowly pulling it down over your bare legs. I pause when I realise you are naked underneath, seeing the smooth curve at the top of your pussy. I continue removing your skirt, my face just inches away, as I reveal your beautiful slit. Your clit standing to attention two small silver hanging from it, your folds now glistening, puffy and wet.

Despite my desire to devour your pussy then and there, and the smell of you commanding my senses, I slowly continue till the skirt drops to the floor. You now stand in front of me completely naked, legs slightly parted.

I place my hands gently on either hip and spin you slowly till you face away from me.
I admire the plump curve of your ass as I gently direct you to bend forward. You slowly reveal the hidden gem tucked neatly against your ass hole. Happy I get you to stand again.

“Good girl”, I say rewardingly, “I am very happy with your compliance”.

I slowly lift a black satin pillow case over your head, it sits loosely and you can still see and breathe quite easily.

“Now, don’t ever move from this circle unless I say”, I say in a slightly commanding manner, “ Do you understand?”

You nod in silent agreement.

“You are going to be here for quite some time, is there anything you need before we start?” I ask, knowing that you have at least been fed and watered.

“I really need to pee”, you say in desperation, feeling embarrassed for ruining the moment.

Not saying a word I move off to one of the corner tables which is set with glasses and pitchers of water. I grab an empty pitcher and return to your side.

You look down and gulp down hard as my my fingers firmly hold you open, pulling up slightly. The feeling of my fingers on your pulsing mound almost making the need to relieve yourself disappear, instead replaced with another urgent need.

“Push your cunt forward”, I say cooly, holding the pitcher firmly against your slit, “relax”.

You breath out and relax the muscles in your ass as you feel the warm beginnings of your pee escape you. The act feels intense and a lot more erotic than it normally does, your heightened senses feeling the trickle tickling your folds and hood, the twin balls separating for the flow. Finally the steady stream begins to subside as you push the last remnants of liquid out, a feeling of warm empty relief washing over you.

“Thank you”, you say, admiring my gentle servitude.

“My pleasure”, I growl, shaking the last drops from you, leaning forward and taking your whole pussy into my mouth and roughly sucking you clean.

A gasp escapes you as your pussy tries in vain to capture my retreating mouth.

“Ok”, I say, rubbing my hands together, “Let us begin”.

Your hear the pat of my bare feet on the concrete floor moving away from you, far into the corner of the room. You stand still, patient, not even turning your head to see what is unfolding.

You hear my feet returning, then a loud slap of something big and heavy hitting the floor. You can only just make something out through the material over your head……ropes……and lots of them.
You pulse begins to race.

I grab a control panel hanging on a cord from the the roof. You hear a mechanical whir as a large hook lowers slowly above your head. Next I wheel out a large wooden frame, like a massive square arch, with about 16 large metal rings spaced evenly on its inside. I position the arch over you and clip it into the large hook dangling from the roof.

You watch intently as I look at you, you can see my eyes focused, thinking, creating. An animal attraction grows in you, watching me work, lost in thought.

I slowly snake around your body looping the ropes around your wrists then climbing a small ladder and attaching the rope to an apposing loop. I pull on the ropes lifting you arms to point into the corners of the frame.

I continue to dance around you like a black spider running my web over your body and back through the loops continuously. You feel the ropes wrapping you firmly, your breasts squeezing out between the gaps, your pussy and ass also squeezing out from their own spaces.

You hear the loud whirring noise from above your head again as the fame slowly lifts you off the ground. You feel yourself supported evenly by the pattern of ropes around you. You expect to feel pain as the ropes take your weight, but instead you feel cradled and weightless.

Finally I wrap the ropes around your ankles, pulling on them, spreading your legs. You hover there about a foot off the ground, cradled and helpless, every inch of your body throbbing with intense burning desire. Your anticipation slowly drips in clear strands from the folds of your pussy to the floor.

I stand back and admire my creation, a large beautiful spider web of ropes, a fresh and beautiful meal held in offering at its centre.

“Tangled”, I murmur, smiling at my artistic vision now coming to life before me.

“Fuck you look amazing, I wish I could eat you now” I lustily groan, my head finally at the same height as yours.

You feel my hand snaking behind you and gripping the plug in your ass, slowly I pull it from you, as I unclip the dangling chain from your pussy with the other hand. The duel sensation almost making you cum.

Again you hear my barefoot retreat, then the dragging sound of metal. Again through the cloth covering you can just make out my black silhouette opening what looks like chairs in a perimeter around the circle. I light some candles, then again I am gone. You hear what sounds like the flick of a switch.

The room suddenly plunged into black……

You contently dangle there for what feels like an hour. You understand now the reason for the relaxation drops, you would never have felt comfortable to stay in this position otherwise. Your head swims slightly and your body still feels aroused by the various drafts running over your naked body, the ropes holding you open.
The thin stands of pussy juices still leaking from you feeling cool when they cling to the insides of your legs, you imagine the tidy puddle being created below you. Your eyes have adjusted to the lack of light and you can now see fairly clearly especially in the light of the candles.

Just then you hear the hear the faint murmur of voices and laughing. The sounds of the jungle at night suddenly springing from speakers around the room. Projectors flicker on splashing images of a dark lush jungle onto the walls. The large sliding door rolls open sending a beam of light into the dark room, you squint your eyes against the brightness.

A group of around seven professionals enter the room. You make out about three females and four males of varying ages. They are dressed in attractive cocktail dresses and suits their faces adorned with fancy black feathered masks. They seem to be a mixture of old and young, circling around you and staring intently at your naked and exposed body before taking a seat in one of the chairs in the circle.

Finally, once again, you hear the telltale patter of my bare feet as I roll the sliding door shut and come to stand in front of you. I run a warm hand down over your naked body, tracing a line from your wrist, over your erect nipple and down to your dripping wet cunt. Your body moves against your restraints, trying desperately to control the stimulation, as I run my finger between your slick folds. I bring the finger to my lips and suck gently in its tip, winking at you.

I then turn to address the audience,
“Welcome friends to this exhibition, this foray and exploration of desire and eroticism, yearning and knowing, hunger and feeding, hunter and prey, creativity and destruction, helplessness and beauty, welcome friends to TANGLED!”

The audience clap politely, careful not to spill their flutes of champagne, whispering to each other and smiling. The darkness of the room makes if hard for you to see their features clearly, but their eyes shine and are brightly illuminated in the candlelight. They stare at your naked body intently, a thirst and desire visible in each of them, like predators stalking in the tall grass.

I announce in a commanding voice,
“I ask you all to take a brush from the table and paint our tangled prey in a colour that matches your lust and desire”.

One by one the seven guests exit their chairs and gather at the table with dozens of different sized brushes and small jars containing different coloured liquids. Each takes a jar and a brush and returns to the circle.

“In one continuous stoke let your brush trace the path of your desire, where you want your eyes, mouth and hands to be. Let the brush communicate your need and leave your mark”, I pronounce loudly.

Staring into the candlelit eyes glowing in the dark room you feel the brushes come into contact with your skin. They snake over your body slowly, lighting your fires of arousal. Three tumble over your arms breasts and nipples. One cascades down your chest between your breasts and across your tummy. Two more glide down your back across your bottom and down to your puckered ass. And finally two across your feet and up your thighs. But all eventually make their way and end at the folds of your soaking wet pussy.

The sweet apple smelling liquid drips from your Snow White body. You hang there painted in the desire of your onlookers, a mixed canvas of red, violet, crimson, black and purple.

The seven return to their seats as I move behind you, my lips at your ear, breathing heavy. I reach one arm through the rope web and pull hard at one nipple, my other hand spreading you and teasing your clit. I let you feel my hard cock, trapped in my jeans, as I press it against your bare ass.

I address the circle again,” Come bare yourselves, let your desire be seen, offer it to our prey so it can feed and grow fat on your lust”.

Still tugging on your twin buds, I whisper softly into your ear chuckling, “Man I can talk a lot of arty bullshit when I want to. These guys are lapping it up, wrapped around my little finger”.

You squirm against the play of my fingers.

“This exhibition isn’t for them, it’s for you, and for your pleasure only. You hold the power, you can stop all this now, this second. It is me who is tangled and I who is caught in your web, I aim only to please and serve you. So watch now and enjoy the show I have created just for you!”, I whisper, softly kissing your shoulder.

You watch as one onlooker unzips the fly of his suit, pulling out a more than generous sized cock. He starts slowly pumping the long meat through his hand while looking directly into your eyes.

Following his lead the others begin to share their arousal and desire with you also.

One woman unbuttons her blouse slowly, pulling her bra up over her plump breasts letting them drop fully exposed. She squeezes her jutting nipples hard and grabs at the pale flesh. She brings one large breast to her mouth and sucks hard on the nipple stopping to lick in circles and stare seductively into your eyes.

Another spreads her legs, tearing open the crotch of her pantyhose, proceeding to fuck her pussy vigorously with her fingers. Watching you as she stops to lick the wetness from her fingers.

One by one all the onlookers start to please themselves and disrobe.

You feel trapped by your own desire to please yourself, to bring on the orgasm that you have been teetering on the edge of for so long. Your thighs now shining in the candlelight with the collective juices of your arousal. Your head starts to swim with your arousal and the heady smell of sweat, apple and musk filling the air. You feel both my large hands wrapped around each breast now grabbing and pulling at your fat nipples. Your clit feels like a little cock, standing in angry attention, pulsing and waiting for any morsel of attention.

“I need you to release me, please please I need to cum soooo badly!”, you plead with me.

With a sharp slap on each breast my hands are gone and with them my mouth and cock. Your then hear the patter of my feet retreating behind you.

You hang there, breasts still stinging, body still denied. Your pussy clenches at the erotic scene being played before you, you eyes now wide and transfixed.

Everyone in the circle is naked now. One of the women is lowering herself onto the man with the generous cock. You watch as his fat veiny cock spreads the bush of her pussy then slowly disappears inside her. You hear her dull guttural moan as she begins to ride his entire length, her juices shining on his big shaft. Another man positions his cock next to her mouth as she hungrily takes it into her mouth.

A younger twenty something girl is kneeling on the ground in front of the spread legs of an older curvy woman, eagerly lapping at the long folds of her bald pussy and large clitoris. The older woman’s large breasts heaving as her head bobs on the cock of a younger athletic man.

But one onlooker is still seated looking intently at you, his eyes fixed on your breasts, his cock hardly visible between the fast pumping of his clenched fist. Suddenly his head flies back and he moans loudly as a fountain of cum erupts from the head of his cock and spills down his shaft, fist and balls.

Your pussy flexes now uncontrollably with your own intense need for release, desperately wanting to be filled.

The sound of the pulley stirs above you breaking you from your trance, you feel yourself being lifted. From behind you hear the movement of something on wheels. It comes closer still, till eventually it stops underneath you. You look down and see what looks like a dark leather gymnast horse, only at its centre are two dildo like attachments. One is large, wide and textured, quickly gaining width from its pointy head. The other is thin with numerous round ripples.

Again you hear the familiar whir of the pulley as you feel yourself now being slowly lowered. You swallow hard trying to anticipate contact.

You feel a sudden jolt as the wet lubricated tip of the thin dildo brushes the crease of your ass. You feel my hand beneath you gently guiding it to your tight ring, slowly feeding it inside. You are surprised as your tight muscle easily gives way to the rippled probe, revelling in the sensation of each ball sliding inside you.

Next you feel the smooth tip of the large dildo slide between your folds. You feel yourself slowly stretching you wider as you are lowered further onto its girth. You bite down hard on your lip as you feel your twin holes being filled, your gaping wet pussy opening wider still. A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and a tear down your cheek as you feel as if the girth might break you. Finally just as the word ‘Bow and Arrow’ is about to pass your lips the black bulge pops inside you tapering comfortably at the base, the tapered beast now held snugly by your walls. Your feel your weight finally rest on the leather horse as you begin to enjoy the immense feeling of fullness inside you.

You watch as the woman riding the large cock cries out in pleasure, arching her back, her ass hole clenching with her orgasm. The man being ridden also moans deeply grabbing at her butt cheeks and ramming his cock home. You watch as the thick milk of his orgasm spills out of her pulsating pussy and over his tight heaving balls.

A deep dull vibration grows from inside the leather bench, followed by a low hum, like the static from speakers at a rock concert. As the hum grows so too does the vibration, as you feel yourself grinding your hard clit against the soft leather seat. The vibration grows stronger still as you feel the start of your own deep orgasm snowballing inside you.

“Ooooooooooooaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrghhhh!”, the ungodly moan echoing deep from you belly.

Waves of heavenly ecstasy ripple through your shaking body as your pussy and ass clench, sucking at the twin dildos inside you. Just as your first orgasm begins to subside you feel the vibrations getting stronger still, the girth of the stump in your pussy pressing against your G spot.
This coupled with watching the sweaty group of seven fucking and cumming sets another stronger orgasm off inside you. You buck helplessly on your leather seat as your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably and pussy juice flows freely from your spasming cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as you body shakes with unfathomable pleasure.

Your world goes black.

“Wake up, wake up”, my warm voice rouses you.

Your eyes flicker open, alert and awake you find yourself washed and naked, wrapped up in a plush goose down duvet.
We are tucked in a large bed on the mezzanine of the studio apartment. Stars spread over a night sky in a large window above the bed. I softly spoon you and wrap you up in my arms.

“You were out for nearly a whole day”, I whisper in you ear, “I’m glad to have you back.”

Your mind searches for snippets of memory. The erotic images of the night before flood back into your mind. You also remember me lovingly unravelling you from the rope web. Bathing you, washing your hair, cradling you and singing you to sleep.

You push back against me lovingly and turn to kiss my mouth. Your pussy finds me hard, pushing slowly inside you. We stay like that, moving slowly in a passionate embrace, joined, twisted……

……….tangled.

END

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