A Sweeter Kind of Torture

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He was sat up in bed as she entered the room. There was no smile on his face as he took in the sight of the young fair haired girl dressed in just a white, see-through nightdress that rested on her hips and a pair of matching see-through panties; instead there was a look of pain. Neither was he sat up voluntarily; his arms were outstretched and tied to the bedposts of the large headboard by short ropes attached to wristbands. His legs were also attached to the bottom posts of the bed via ropes attached to his ankles. His legs though were not wide apart; instead they were straight. Elle looked at his naked and vulnerable state as she walked the short distance from the door to the bed. His large penis was erect and shining from baby oil that had been slowly rubbed into him by the long, dark haired woman sat on the bed next to him. Sandra handed her the bottle as she climbed on the bed the other side. “Rub some in if you like Elle, darling.” She told her. Elle smiled at the naked older woman and thanked her before leaning across and giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. Sandra and Elle were lovers and the man tied on the bed was Sandra’s husband Don. “Forgive me,” Sandra said. “You haven’t been introduced have you? Don, this Elle, Elle this Don.” Don looked at her and gave a half smile as he nodded. Elle rose slightly so that she could kiss him on the lips. Her thigh came into deliberate contact with his cock and he groaned. “Pleased to meet you.” She told him. Don knew that his wife had bisexual tendencies but he had not known that she had a lover until a few minutes ago. Don was of the old fashioned male school and frowned on any relationship other than the natural male and female ones. Sandra had wanted to tell him about her nineteen year old lover for a while now. She hated the secrecy and subterfuge; she preferred things to be out in the open where she could relax and enjoy herself. Don though had sexual peccadilloes izmir rus escort bayan of his own; he liked to be dominated sexually and he liked to be teased. Many times they had done this; Don being tied to the bed while Sandra dressed in just stockings and suspenders aroused him to a state of pain. Yes it was painful; masturbated slowly to the point of cumming and left to hang while she talked dirty to him and teased him. She knew how to keep him erect; keep him at the point of orgasm; keep in a state of heightened arousal. Gradually he would start to leak pre-cum; small amounts at first as she rubbed her finger over the slit in the top of his penis; small dribbles that oozed out as she verbally teased him; small runs of cum that gradually became a trickle. Sometimes she would kiss his cock and then kiss his lips, allowing him to taste his own juices; other times she would hold his cock in her fingers and make him beg her to finish him off. Sometimes she would take him to the edge four or five times; each time letting him believe that this would be the finally time. Sometimes she would finish him off; take him past that point of no return; take him to the finish where his cum shot from his cock as he screamed in ecstasy. There were times though when she would stop and untie his right hand and make him finish himself off. This was the beauty of her domination of him for Don; he never knew how he was finally going to achieve his orgasm. He always knew he would cum but as to the how and when that was down to Sandra. Little did he realise it but she was not just wife; she was also his Domme. Tonight had started like any other night; the stripping for her; the submitting to be tied to the bed; the watching of her strip down to her stockings; the nestling up to him on the bed and the dirty talk and then the slow, sensual massage of his cock. But there had never been any Escort izmir otele gelen mention of another woman until now. Tonight as Sandra took him to the point of orgasm for the first time she rested her finger on the tip of cock and told her about Elle. As she told him, Elle had slipped into the house, as arranged, and stripped in the spare bedroom; by the time she came into the bed room Don was in no state to refuse or object to anything. “You don’t mind me touching your cock do you Don?” Elle asked as she rubbed the oil into her hands. Don just grunted. “It’s such a lovely big cock.” She told him as she wrapped her hand around him. He grunted again. “Bet this would feel good inside my tight pussy.” She teased as she stroked him. Don groaned loudly and Sandra reached across and held Elle’s hand to stop any further movement. She knew that he almost ready to erupt. “Would you like to see Elle’s pussy Darling?” She asked him. His eyes were glazed over now. Elle sat up and straddled his chest and Sandra reached around and ran her fingers down the groove in her panties. “Such a lovely pussy Darling.” She said. “Would you like to kiss it?” Sandra said as Elle raised herself up and pushed her bottom forward. She was inches from his face now and she knew that he could smell her female scent. Sandra rested her hand on Ell’s bottom and gently pushed her forward until his face was touching me mound. “You can taste her if you want Darling.” Sandra said as she reached back and held onto his erection. Don’s groan was loud and very audible. Elle reached down and pulled the edge of her panties across her pussy and pushed against his lips. “Taste me if you want to Don.” She said. Don didn’t need asking again as his tongue shot from his lips. Sandra looked on still gripping his cock tightly as he tongued her. “Make her cum darling and I will let you cum as well.” She told Buca escort him as she moved her hand up and down just the once. His tongue was already working furiously between her swollen, shaven pussy lips. He wished his hands were free so that he could manoeuvre properly but he did manage to delve inside her wet pussy and tease her clitty. Sandra released his cock and then got Elle to stand so that she could take off her panties, allowing her to squat directly over his face. “Come on Don taste my pussy.” She told him. He didn’t need to be told; his tongue was already reaching for her pink, swollen pussy lips. “That’s it Don, go deep inside.” Again he didn’t need telling. Don loved to delve deep inside and feed on the sweet juices that flowed, but he had to stop for a moment to take in air as he groaned loudly. Sandra had taken Elle’s panties and was rubbing them over the tip of his cock, The combination of the lacy material touching his very sensitive tip was almost too much to bear and his leakage was more prominent now. On top of this Sandra was also torturing him with teasing words, “Would you like to fuck her Darling?” She asked him. It was a silly question. He groaned. “Bet you would like Elle to edge herself back and sink down on your cock wouldn’t you?” Almost as if on cue Elle moved backwards until her pussy was hovering over his cock. She lowered herself down so that his tip was actually touching her pussy lips. Don’s tortured face stared at the sight of her open cunt hovering so close to him. Then Sandra’s hand appeared in view with fingers wrapped around Elle’s panties; taking hold of his cock she began to move her hand slowly up and down, not to masturbate him but to wipe up the stream of cum leaking from him. “Are you ready to cum Darling?” She asked him. Again it was a silly question. Don, with eyes almost closed and face contorted, moaned yes and then asked her to make him cum. “Please make me cum.” He said. Her hand stopped. “Please Sandra.” He begged. “Please let me cum.” Elle leant forward and resting against the headboard with both hands kissed him on the forehead “Can I fuck you, Don?” She taunted. “Please do it; please fuck me.” He begged. Elle pulled back but it was only to take her panties from Sandra.