Delectable Deviants

There were days when Sir told her to come over. If she had plans, they must be cancelled. Whenever she got such a call, it would be short - Sir’s voice would be sharp, but calm. He had no reason to think she would betray him. For she dare not.

When she came over he wouldn’t even look at her. Just move behind her - and the first thing she would feel was the rough of a rope binding her hands - and the bite as it ripped tightly. Knot after knot after knot making triple sure she had no means of escape.

Thent he same again around her feet, stinging around her ankles as she was retrained, three times again Sir snaged the rope still. She could no longer run. Even if she wanted to.

Then came the gag around her mouth. Removing her will to scream. Powerless. Wet.

Sir’s strong arms picked her up and lowered her onto the coffee table. She  lay there momentarily, before her hands and ankles were pulled together, pulled tighter, knotted again. Pain. 

Sir walked away. Left her there. Her mind wandered. It hurt so much, yet the adrenalin of wandering what sir had planned this evening was inspiring her to rub her thighs together. The friction against her clit contrasting against the pain, enhanced by it - she hurt, she tingled .. and the collision was as frustrating as it was divine. As her muscles hurt tears welled in her eyes, but fuck, she yearned to be played with.

A ring at the doorbell. More. Voices in distant rooms. The pain of the binds and their roped teeth, more friction of her thighs teasing her clit. Insanity rising. the voices. Nervous. Excited. hurting.

Soon the people entered the room. A number of men and a woman. Talking around her, ignoring her, their drinks on the table around her. 

Soon one dipped their finger in their drink - warm, coffee perhaps - and smoothed the digit down the back of her thigh. Followed it with a smooth of their tongue .. before biting her. Softly at first to hear her purr - then hard to delight in her muffled scream. She flinched against her restraints. she dare not rub her thighs together, even though she wanted to. This person - she thinks the same person, carried on their hot drink .. lick .. soft nip .. deep bite .. all over the back of her thighs.

She felt long fingernails start to trace around the base of her feet .. it tickled .. was electric, made her flinch. she could do nothing. Then the woman called her a slut, scratched deeply over her thighs. Scratched again over the scratch. And again. Cut deep. 

A hand moved between her legs and started rubbing softly over her denim shorts. As times it moved higher to tease over the cotton of her knickers. A voice told everyone how damp they were. Everyone took turns to feel. To scold her with words. 

Then Sir sat in the chair opposite. The woman moved over to him and kissed him, watching on as the girl on the table looked defeated .. started rubbing sir over the front of his suit .. calling her “kitten” as she said how hard he was. Took great delight in undoing Sir’s zip, taking him in hand, taking his pre-cum and then kneeling before ‘kitten’ .. and smearing it over her lips. She wished she could taste it, but the ball gag denied her.

One of the hands behind her pushed inside her knickers and strted to finger her. Two of the other men stood around her, watched her, then undoing their trousers and started to wank as she watched on.

Sir .. Sir was cheating with this other woman .. but her technique was expert - and the point her hands smoothed up her skirt and started to play over her underwear made the bound girl wetter. more frustrated. So turned on. Everything was so naughty. oh, but .. Sir!

Then Sir moved over to her and removed her gag - as the man behind her cut through the ropes binding her legs. He spread them - and pushed deeply into her wet cunt. She sighed - and Sir took that insolence as cue to fuck her mouth. So roughly. And every time her lips weren’t tight enough, when her tongue considered poor, he would slap her face.

The woman watched on, her knickers now off, fingerfucking herself wildly.

The two men in front of her were still wanking their cocks, until Sir gave a command and each of them was allowed to cum over her face. This made Sir more angry, rougher still - until, with her eye make-up streaming - he pushed deep into the back of her throat - and she felt the man fucking her cum all over her shorts.

When everyone was gone, she was allowed to shower - running her mind over what had happened - and not being able to resist turning the shower head onto her clit as she re-imagined everything, biting her lip so that sir wouldn’t hear and scold her. Such a naughty princess - and a secret to be confessed later.

But Sir had let her stay the night - and she folded into his arms. She could feel the warmth of him, his heartbeat against her as she cuddled in tightly and drifted into dream. 

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Angel Lee (real name: Brandi Marie) by JB Roper #2 (pics, pics)