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by John YoungHe finished tightening the laces on her corset. It was tight, very tight. He stepped around in front of her. “Give me your hands.”Stephanie looked at him. There was a slight smile playing around the edge of his lips. Without thinking she put her hands out and he tied them together with a length of the white cotton rope. She felt herself blushing. He stepped forward and kissed her. Her hands, bound in front of her pressed against his crotch. She could feel his cock, hard as a rock through the denim. He stepped around behind her and put his hands on her hips, kissing and biting her neck, his hands traveling up her body to cup her breasts. She sighed. She felt encased in the corset, cut off a bit, she needed the touch of his hands, his caress. He took her wrists and brought them over her head to the back of her head, and started winding the end of the rope around her neck. That, she didn’t like, it wasn’t too tight or choking but she didn’t like the feel. She started to struggle. “I don’t like that, it’s too much,” she said. But holding onto the rope, she felt his arm go around her waist and he carried her over to the desk, wedging her against it with his body. He bent her over it and leaned down to kiss her on the back of the neck, her shoulders. He took her fingers into his mouth. She could feel his cock pressing between her cheeks and he whispered. “Shh, relax, it’s OK, like I said if you want to stop, and leave, you can, any time. Relax. You like being tied up, even though, no, because, you feel a little scared, helpless. Relax and let me finish.”With that, he started winding the rope around her neck again, and though she struggled, she didn’t say anything, and after a moment he tied the rope off and backed away from her.It now formed a collar, holding her head up and straight, rings of rope from her shoulders to her jaw. She straightened up, turned to him, eyes down. “You like me like this?” Her arms stretched back behind her head pulled her breasts up, she could see her tiny nipples edging above the half cups of the corset. His hand cupped her chin and he lifted her face to look into her eyes. “You are beautiful. Yes I like you like this.” He ran his thumb across her lips and then dipped it into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking it, her eyes on his. Smiling, he kissed her, took a leather leash from the desk and clipped it onto the rope around her neck. He took her by the waist, lead her over to a upholstered footstool, and pushed her down on her knees in front of it. So this was it, she thought. She barely knew him, friend of friends. Talking at a party the night before, casually, he’d made her laugh. She’d been a little drunk and a little stoned. They went out on the back porch and he’d kissed her there, over her protests that someone might see them. He’d put a finger over her lips, laughed softly. “If you don’t want to kiss me, say that. But nobody’s out here, and if someone comes, we can stop. They won’t care.” So she’d kissed him and he took her wrists and crossed them behind her back Yeşilköy escort and taking one in each hand had pulled her to him. His hands were like iron on her wrists and she started to protest but he devoured her words with his mouth and after a moment she relaxed, welcomed his lips and his tongue, the warmth of his body, the feel of his hard cock against her stomach. The kiss seemed to go on forever. When it stopped, he let her go, stepped behind her and put his hands on her hips, drawing her back to him. Her head was swimming a little, the kiss, wine, a little weed, the music drifting out from the party. She opened her eyes and saw through a window some people gathered around a computer screen. He was kissing her neck, his arms around her, his hands on her breasts. She felt good, it had been a while. A guy sitting in front of the computer clicked on a window and her eyes widened when a video started. A woman, in a black bustier was bent over, bare assed, her arms tied up behind her back with a rope tied off on the ceiling somewhere, her legs spread and her ankles tied to rings on the floor. There was a steel ring in her mouth held there with a leather band around her head. A man walked into the scene, and took the girl by her long dark hair in one hand and pulled his cock out with the other and plunged it into the girl’s mouth. She drew in her breath. She’d seen porn, of course, even liked it. But it was strange seeing it now, aroused, with this guy’s hands on her breasts kissing her her neck. This guy she didn’t even know. She felt him look up, heard him laugh shortly. She tried to turn away, but he wrapped his arms around her, held her where she was.“Well, look at that. What do you think of that,” he whispered. “I don’t know, I’m not really into that kind of thing,” she managed to say. His hands started wandering around her body, not letting her go. One slipped into her shirt and caressed her breast, a calloused finger on her nipple, the other went down, cupping her mound. On screen the man pulled out of the girls mouth, she was saying something. Stephanie couldn’t look away, could feel his hands on her, after the kiss and the caresses, watching this on the dark porch, his hands bringing her on. In the video the guy plunged into the girl’s pussy, to the hilt in one long stroke, and reached around and began caressing the girl, too. The girl writhed and her lips moved and after a few minutes she came, her hands bunching into fists, her back arching and humping. She could see the others in room, lit up by the computer screen. One guy, a friend of the girl Stephanie had come to the party with was showing the unmistakable signs of a raging hard-on. He shifted a bit, trying to get himself untwisted inside his pants, he stepped back, and she saw that her friend Jen was in the room, too, standing next to him. She watched as Jen glanced down away from the video, noticed the guy’s problem, and without saying a word, reached over, unzipped him and took his cock in her hand. The guy leaned back against a chest of drawers, Yeşilyurt escort bayan his breathing quickened as he watched the woman being fucked onscreen while Jen caressed his cock silently in the flickering light. The slut, the shameless slut. Stepanie so did not want to see this, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the scene in the window. The hand on her pussy, in up under her short skirt had stepped up, and she could feel the burning in her belly start, the other hand on her breast was pinching and pulling her nipple and sending electric shocks up and down her spine, between that back part of her brain and her cunt. His arms around her, she could feel his cock pulsing on her ass. The guy on screen pulled out of the girl’s pussy and lubed up and slowly forced the girl’s ass. Her face was a mask of tears and drool and she screamed as the guy pushed into her inch by inch. It was too much, Stephanie struggled, whispered, “no, somebody is going to come and catch us,” but he held her tight, whispered, “No, say ‘I don’t want this’ if you don’t, but nobody is going to come, we will hear them and stop if they do, and even if they catch us, who cares really? It’s a college party, what nobody ever got caught kissing at a college party?” His hands didn’t let up and after a few moments she knew she was going to come. When the first tremors hit, he put his hand over her mouth and held her to him and she came and came.As she was coming down, limp, he whispered, “look, that’s your friend going.” Stephanie focused back in the room and saw the guy pulling Jen out of the room. His arms still around her, he whispered, “Listen Chris is going to take her to his room. Let’s go see what we can see.”She started to say no, but he had taken her hand and was pulling her down the steps and into the side yard, her mind still fuzzy from the orgasm. They went around the side of the house and back behind a thick, low stone wall screened from the street by a big hedge he came up behind her again. Through the window Jen was kissing the guy, Chris, as he slowly unbuttoned and took off her shirt. She was wearing a lacy black silk top. She went to get down on her knees, but he held her up, and sliding the straps down over her shoulders, revealing her heavy breasts, he took her nipple into his mouth as he pulled off his belt. Stephanie saw her friend stiffen at the noise, heard her protest, as Chris spun her around and wrapped the belt around her wrists a couple of times and buckled it off. Stephanie, mesmerized by the scene playing out in front of her had almost forgotten she had her own man on her hands, and was brought back into her own body when he took her in his arms and she could feel his hard-on pressing into the small of her back. He leaned in and bit the lobe of her ear, just enough to hurt, and whispered, “Look at that. I knew he’d forget to close the blind. Can’t blame him really, girl like that in front of him to have any which way.” Stephanie felt his hands caressing her again, more insistently this time, everywhere on her Escort Zeytinburnu body. In the room the guy picked up Jen, her hands bound now, and tossed her on the bed. Her breasts moving as she rolled over to watch him lock the door and take off his shirt and pants. Christ he was hung, she thought with a twinge low in her belly. She felt the guy’s finger enter her, hook around inside her and start caressing her g-spot. The stones of the wall against her legs, the guy’s fingers in her snatch, the noise of the party going on in the house, the cool night air and the crickets, the hard cock grinding into her ass. In the room Jen was laying still on the bed, her lace cambisol down around her elbows, her skirt turned around and bunched up at her hips. Her eyes were half shut, her lips parted, the guy was arched over her, his cock alternating between long slow strokes in her mouth and long slow strokes across her nipples as she lay there, bound, offered up to do what he wanted with that monster cock.The cock grinding into her ass was getting more insistent, and Stephanie could feel the burning building in her belly. This was all too fucked up she thought. Standing outside, watching her friend getting face and tit fucked, some guy she barely knew was just about to finger her off, and was certainly planning to bend her over this wall and do god knows what to her then. His fingers shifted to her clit and the burning climbed her spine and exploded in her head. The orgasm was so intense she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. The guy held her until the wave passed and then she heard him whisper, “It’s my turn now sweatheart.” He pushed her down until she could feel the cold stone under her face and she heard his belt come off and he took her arms and she felt the leather wrapping around and around her wrists, pulled tight and buckled, binding her hands behind her back. Why? Who cared. In the bedroom Jen was getting drilled in the mouth now, Steph could see that the guy was getting close. The mattress was rocking and Jen’s breasts were swaying with the force of the thrusts. Steph felt her panties go, ripped off. For a moment, she could feel the night air on her pussy and ass, open, offered up, and then he drove his cock into her sopping pussy in one long thrust. Oh god yes. The guy was taking it nice and slow, stroking in and out of her, sighing when she clenched down on him. She normally liked to be a bit more involved, on top even, to ride out her pleasure at her own pace. But not today, bound and bent over a wall, watching her friend taking it in the mouth. He slowed still more, and bent over her to whisper in her ear.“Watch this, he’s getting close now.”Chris pulled out of Jen’s mouth and moving down on her, plunged into her pussy. She cried out, and wrapping her legs around the back of his thighs, pulled him into her and held him there. They were looking into each other’s eyes, barely moving, kind of grinding together and then her eyes closed and her head laid back and Steph could see her coming, her legs quivering around his a soft hoarse cry, and then Chris pounding his own cum out into her and collapsing onto her. They lay like that for a while, a little cum dribbling out of her and then Chris slid himself out and went over to the closet and took out a thick rope.
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