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10PM – my husband is tied up nicely across the room – he’s expecting a special treat tonight. He spent a lot of time building the special frame so that he could be restrained – kneeling upright, with his ankles secured to the floor and his arms held securely away from his body. He’s blindfolded (of course) and gagged. I’ve already given him a taster – a few strokes on the buttocks, a little bit of gentle stroking, and naturally some torture tickling of the bare soles of his feet (I love the way he tries to break free from the ankle shackles).
I can see him listening to me typing – he thinks I’m on a chat page giving virtual bj’s to strangers – maybe even showing myself on camera. That really turns him on – knowing they can’t actually have me, knowing he will have me later.
I take the paddle and walk over to him – I bet he thinks I’ve turned the webcam in his direction for the benefit of some punter. I press it firmly against his cheeks so he knows what’s coming – then draw it back and give it a full force whack. There’s a barely audible gasp through the gag – and the swelling of his cock reduces momentarily, before getting hard again. For good measure I move around to the front and slide myself on to him – just to remind him of what he’s waiting for. Just once up and down the shaft. Oh yes, he’s sure he’s getting a special treat tonight.
What he doesn’t know is that I’ve made other arrangements. You see, our little “boutique hotel” as he likes to call it (B&B for the rest of us) isn’t making any money. We needed an extra incentive to bring in the guests – a unique selling point as they say. An additional service included in the price.
I leave the room – he loves to hear the door close and know he’s going to have to wait. I imagine he’s getting even harder now as he waits for me to return. I go to room 11 and knock – there’s a muffled “come in” and I enter. I’m pleased to see our guest is lying on the bed, watching some porn streamed via our computer system – and has been preparing himself.
“Room service” I say “if you’d like to follow me sir”. He doesn’t need to be told twice – I see with satsfaction he forgets to stop the Pay Per Minute porn – we’re getting a small premium on that too. He follows me along the hallway and I can feel his eyes looking over me – I know I look sexy in my white lace panties, white stockings, and loose fitting nightie.
As we go back into the room I take a look at my husband – his cock moves almost imperceptibly at the sound of the door. I motion to my guest to remain silent as I take up the paddle. Again, I place it firmly on to my husband’s cheeks before pulling it back and giving him the full force. Then I move around in front of him and lick his shaft from base to tip.
Just in front of where my husband is kneeling is a leather covered bench – another of the favourite toys he’s built for himself. He likes to lie face down on this while I administer his punishment. But this time it is I who lays face down and beckon to my guest to use the restraints to secure my ankles and wrists to the legs of the bench. If it wasn’t for the blindfold my husband would have an almost side on view of me being secured in place.
“Take off his blindfold” I say – and even though my husband’s expression is restricted by the combination of the gag and blindfold I can see the surprise in his face. My guest removes the blindfold and my husband sees me in front of him – bound securely across the bench. When he realises that there’s someone else in the room he struggles – but he’s designed the straps well and they don’t give.
“This is the games room” I say to my guest “your game”. He wastes no time.
He takes up the paddle and places it firmly against my buttocks. He’s a lot stronger than me and when he draws it back and strikes the force catches me by surprise so that I can’t help but shout out. My guest drags the stool with me on it so that my face is in front of my husband’s still erect cock.
“I’m not going to gag you” he says “you can use this instead”. Obediently, I put my lips around my husband’s erection. “Remember not to bite down” he adds. Then he places the paddle against my cheeks and I draw my lips in across my teeth. He holds the paddle firmly in place for what seems to be an eternity before pulling it back and smacking me. In spite of my intentions I can’t help myself from gripping hard with my mouth. An upward glance at my husband’s face tells me that at least I didn’t expose my teeth.
I see my guest as he walks from behind me – slowly drawing his hand along the length of my spine. “I think your husband would like you to gobble” he says – and I bob my head along my husband’s shaft. “I also think your husband needs to know what you’re giving” he says “I’m going to remove his gag and give him the chance to experience it for himself”.
I look up and can see the terror in my husband’s face. “Just remind him – you’re both securely bound and I can leave at any time”. I take my mouth off my husband’s cock and say “Suck him – I want you to suck him”.
I watch as my guest places his cock against my husbands lips and runs the tip along the width of them. I can see the hesitation in both – the guest not sure whether to penetrate, my husband not willing to take the shaft.
The tension is finally broken when my guest moves away. “OK” he says “put your mouth over his cock again” – which I obey. I see him move out of my field of vision behind me and again put my lips over my teeth expecting more spanking. But instead I feel him lifting up my nightie and pulling down my panties. Then I feel him sliding his own cock into me. I can feel him riding me and I have to admit that it feels good. “Don’t forget to gobble” he says and I bob my head on my husband’s cock.
I don’t know who’s getting the most out of this right now – me with a good shagging, my husband who seems to be lost in the enjoyment of the bj, or the guest. Then suddenly without warning my guest pulls out and I feel his warm cum shooting over my back. I’ve never had that before and it feels strangely erotic.
I’m still busy giving my husband his bj. Then my guest announces “I’ll be back later to undo the shackles” and leaves. And suddenly I realise that I’m strapped to a bench with nothing to do but suck my husband’s cock (who’s also tied up). Whether in desperation or from feeling horny I lift my head and say to my guest “you can fuck me if you want”. He turns back and says “I’ll take you up on that offer in the morning”. Then he removes the strap binding my left wrist and leaves.
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