‘Should we have a safe word?’ I ask, whilst running the hairbrush through my long blonde hair.
‘Do you need a safe word?’ you ask, raising your dark eyebrows quizzically.
I pause for a moment, brow furrowed.
‘I love it when you do that.’
‘What?’
You smile and bend down to kiss me gently on the forehead. ‘Screw your face up when you’re deep in thought.’
I relax my muscles.
‘So? Do you need to feel safe?’ I note you’ve rephrased the question.
‘Maybe,’ I reply with a shrug of my bare shoulders. I’m unsure of how the night will pan out. You spin my stool around, facing my naked back to the vanity mirror, and crouch down to meet me at eye level. I sink into your dark brown eyes.
‘Amelie, you don’t need a safe word when I’m with you.’ You take my hand in yours. ‘You know that no matter what, I’ll keep you from harm. I would kill before I let anyone hurt you.’
You’re right, I do know that. I’d seen how quickly those eyes could change from lust to envy. It was a tightrope to be walked with care. Always your games, played by your rules. I like that about you.
You spin me back around to face my reflection.
‘Take a look, Amelie.’
Standing behind me, you place your hands on my shoulders, causing the hairs on my neck to prickle. I avert my gaze, not wanting to face my insecurities. But you don’t let me.
‘Amelie, I said look.’
I do as I’m told. You move your hands downwards and cup my breasts, taking each of my dark nipples in between your fingers, rolling them hard enough to make me wince.
As you move closer towards me, I feel your cock pressing into my lower back. I know better than to reach for it no matter how much I longed to touch it. The more I show you that I need you, the longer you’ll make me wait. But, as always, you have the knack of being able to read my mind, somehow probing my desires and exposing my want, leaving it naked and cold between us.
Your tone slices sharply through my thoughts. ‘Get dressed, we leave in ten minutes.’
I don’t know this area of town, but when we pull up outside the house, I recognise the man standing in the doorway, despite never having been formally introduced. He is tall, heavy set, and with stubble that gives him a look of being slightly older than I believe him to be. I sense his subservience to you but suspect that there aren’t many people he will play second fiddle to.
You grip my hand firmly and lead us into the house, down the corridor, and into the lounge. The interior is smart, modern, and clean. The warmth of a log fire radiates through the open-plan area. Plush white sofas sit perpendicular to each other in the corner, and the carpet is thick and pristine, also white. Tasteful ornaments sit sporadically spaced throughout the room, and above the fireplace, a large expanse of mirror.
I take a spot, perching on the edge of the sofa, crossing my bare legs at the ankles, and keeping my black stilettos on for the time being. My skirt has ridden up slightly, and I wonder if either of you can see my panty-covered pussy from where you stand. I put my hands on my lap, offering a little show of modesty.
‘This is Adam. Adam, meet Amelie.’ You sweep your hand across in an uncharacteristic gesture. My heart flutters a little. Adam walks over to a tray lined with crystal decanters filled with amber liquor and pours a glass half full for each of us. He passes one to you first then brings mine, holding it out for me to grasp.
‘Hello, Amelie, I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time.’ His voice is rough as gravel. I grab the drink and take a large mouthful, appreciating the slow burn as it slips down my throat. I know why I’m here. I know what you want from me and trust me, it’s what I want too, but the trembling of my hand gives away my nerves.
Adam takes a seat next to me, and you sit on the other sofa, lounging back completely at ease. Adam puts a hand on my thigh which looks huge against my slim leg. I look to you for reassurance and you deliver it with a killer smile.
‘It’s ok, baby.’ Your words soothe my apprehension.
I don’t know if you get that I’m excited but, in equal measure, scared that I will upset you or disappoint you in some way. I take another sip of the calming liquor.
I thought there would be small talk, but thankfully it seems that we are heading straight into what we came here for. Adam’s hand slides up further, edging up slowly along my thigh and under my skirt. I can’t help but manoeuvre myself into a better position. I had chosen my panties with care, small, black, and delicate. I know you prefer it when I don’t wear any but this is the only thing I put my foot down on. It’s not about modesty, rather it’s what turns me on. The thrill of having fingers sliding into my panties, moving them to the side to gain access. Adam’s hand feels rough against my smooth skin. This close up, I figure him to be mid-thirties, with no signs yet of a life well lived etched on his face.
He keeps moving upwards until his fingers reach my underwear. He moves them aside and finds my clitoris with ease. Fuck me, it feels good.
I slide down a little into the seat and part my thighs. I check you again, needing to know that this was ok. But I don’t need to worry, your gaze is firmly fixed on his hand on my cunt. Even from here, I can see the effect it was having, your cock straining against the fabric of your trousers. I take a furtive glance at the crotch next to me and note that you are not the only one with a hard-on.
Adam deftly slips his fingers inside, one, two, then three, and pushes deep into my juice-filled pussy. I groan and close my eyes just for a moment. As he slides his fingers in and out, I move my hips in gentle rotation.
‘Take her panties off.’ You direct Adam, who wastes no time in complying. He kneels in front of me and pulls them swiftly down. My black skirt rises fully to my waistline, leaving me exposed. I can only imagine the view he has of my wet, glistening lips.
‘Look at the cunt on that.’ Adam inhales sharply.
He leans forward and starts kissing my thighs working his way up, one side then the other. As his tongue reaches my clit, I arch my back and widen my spread. He alternates between licking gently and harder pushes, as I lean down against him. You bite your lip, as you watch the action playing out so close to you. I know that as much as you want to fuck me right now that you will restrain yourself from taking over. Your self-control is something I envy.
‘Take your dress off.’ Another command, but this time I am the one to oblige.
Adam moves back a little to allow me the space to remove my garment. I lie back on the sofa, bare flesh sinking into the warm, soft fabric. Adam’s eyes fill with lust. I realise that he may not be as controlled as you are. I don’t know whether that scares me or thrills me. Perhaps both. He doesn’t hesitate in stripping down. He has a smooth chest, and muscles with some definition but the kind that comes from general athleticism not targeted gym work. His legs are thick and sturdy. Standing erect, his rigid cock bounces against the lower part of his abdomen. I want to take it into my mouth but Adam has other ideas. He takes the lead and flips me onto my stomach, placing my bare ass and pussy into the air. My head is sideways, pressed flat against the cushion so I can still see you watching intently.
‘Wait.’ You cause Adam to take pause. ‘Take this.’
You reach into a pocket and bring out a long, black silk scarf. I’m grateful that it isn’t the rope this time, not in the hands of a stranger. Adam leans across and grabs the scarf and uses it to tie my hands tightly behind my back.
I know why you want him to do this. So I can’t touch my hot wet cunt and make myself cum. Always wanting it to be on your terms.
Adam stands behind me and goes straight in, pushing his cock into my pussy, taking my breath away. He slowly eases it out and then slides it back in fast. This rhythm continues, in and out, slow then fast. He tests the waters with how hard he can take it, before causing me pain. Compared to you, he seems rough and ready, experienced but lacking restraint.
I watch you watching us, now with your cock in hand. Stroking it slowly, seemingly out of pace with Adam’s thrusts. I can’t tell from here whether you have precum but from experience, I know that it will be oozing out from the tip. You know it drives me crazy watching you take your time, moving your hand up and down your shaft when I just want you to fuck me. But now, I have the pleasure of a hard cock inside me and at the same time, I’m able to watch as you play with yourself. I normally need more time, more touching of my clit to enable my own orgasm, but being fucked under your watchful eye is bringing me close.
Adam continues to slide his cock in and out, his balls hitting my flesh with each thrust. He grabs my hips firmly as if I had threatened to leave him hanging. I wince each time he enters me with force. If I could, I would reach down and touch my clit and hold those balls but with my hands tied behind my back, I am at his mercy and yours
The tip of your cock is purple. A flash of a memory crosses my mind of the last time you placed it in my mouth. I wouldn’t say no to that now. But you stay where you are. I know that you’ll wait until Adam has filled me with his cum.
Adam grunts snippets of sentences, ‘horny bitch,’ and ‘slut.’ You never speak to me like this but I know it turns you on when you hear him utter those words. He keeps ramming into me, harder and faster. His fingertips sink into my flesh as he holds me in place.
‘Fuck yes, fuck yes.’ I can’t tell if those are Adam’s words or my thoughts.
You stroke your shaft faster, now keeping up with the pace. I push back onto Adam as best as I can, grinding onto him, squeezing my cunt walls each time he enters me. I can tell he is close, and so are you. I want you to cum. I want to see it stream from your cock but you know that and stop yourself, just as Adam releases his hot jet of cum into my pussy. I try to wait, I want to orgasm with you, but the feeling is too good. I fail at my own self-control and let out a loud moan as my walls contract and tremors shoot through my body. My orgasm leaves me monetarily breathless, as Adam stays firm inside. He lets me writhe on his cock until I’m done.
It’s only then that you stand up and peel off your clothes. You undo your belt and remove it from the waistline before dropping your trousers to the floor.
My breath quickens as you cross the carpet whilst Adam disengages. Cum drips down my leg as I lie there struggling to kneel up. The way you help me up with such tenderness reminds me why I love you so much. The contrast between steely cold and fire poker hot, parching thirst and cool flowing water. It is what keeps me hooked.
You untie the black silk from my wrists and for a moment, I am free to wriggle my hands and let the blood flow return. I lean back into your body, flesh against flesh as you wrap an arm around my waist. The familiarity of your solid frame is both soothing and reassuring. You take a few minutes kissing the nape of my neck, sensual and slow, whilst I rotate my hips slowly and arch my back. The feel of your cock pressing against me triggers a response, a muscle memory of the many, many times we have been in this position before. I try to hitch myself up a little, enticing you into my cunt, but you’re not yet ready to let me ride on you. Adam returns to focus as he positions himself square in front of me. I see he is ready to go again but instead, he joins in the sensual play. As you move a hand to my breast and tug on my erect nipple, he takes the opportunity to resume playing with my pussy. He slides a finger over and around my sensitive clitoris, then slips it into my wet groove. He uses his other hand to play with my left breast, taking his lead from you, pulling, tugging, and squeezing.
Sandwiched between these two men, my body temperature rises, and small beads of sweat form and roll down between my breasts. Two rigid cocks, one pushing at my rear and one at the front, but neither offering me mercy. Adam brings his stubbled face close to my mine and bites down on my lip. A metallic taste of blood sits on my tongue for a moment, until he probes my mouth with his. Meanwhile, your tongue traces a line slowly up my neck, your lips kiss my shoulder. My body responds with a shiver of goosebumps.
I want you inside me. I know you know that too. But this is your game, your forte. Driving me crazy with want.
Instead, you grab my wrists. I hadn’t noticed the belt was still in your hand, thin black leather that I know serves more purposes than holding up trousers. With ease, you use it to secure my hands behind my back once more. Which leaves you with the silk scarf. I know what’s coming next. Pulling it tight against my eyes, you tie it tight behind my head, leaving me in darkness. A momentary feeling of panic wells up inside.
‘Remember, Amelie,’ you whisper in my ear, ‘I will keep you safe.’
That is all the reassurance I need.
‘Drop to your knees.’ Bound and ready for what may come I follow your command, wondering what Adam thinks of all of this. The rush of air feels cool against the heat of my body, as you move from behind me, to the front. I sense you both staring for a moment, drinking in the sight of my small frame, eager to please. I know what is expected and I am happy to oblige. I part my lips, anticipating the next move.
As I thought, a cock is brought to my mouth, at first just the tip resting on my lips, precum oozing onto me. I know this taste, it’s you. I lick each drop and flick my tongue along the top, before gently enclosing the upper part of the rigid member into my mouth. I suck slowly and passionately, before releasing it and running my tongue along the entire shaft. I move my mouth to the balls hanging below and spend my time on each one, nibbling, sucking, licking.
‘Oh, fuck yes!’ Adam is clearly enjoying the show.
I think that if he hadn’t just cum in my pussy he would be impatient for his turn but as it is, he leaves me to continue my play with you.
I meander on back to the tip, taking my time to make sure every inch of your cock gets lashed with my tongue. The scent of the soap from our home fills my nose, and every one of my senses feels at ease with the current situation.
I open my mouth wider, finally letting you in fully. You might have me tied up and blindfolded, but blowing you is my speciality and you let me take the lead for a few more minutes. I bob my head up and down, easing myself into a rhythm that has you moving your hips in time. As your hands rest on my tussled blonde hair, I sense the urgency in you change. I want to continue sucking hard as I work my way fast down your shaft then wrapping my tongue left and right as I ease back up to the top, not letting you out of my mouth. But you push me away with force, leaving my mouth empty.
An unspoken trade occurs, and quickly I find myself with Adam’s cock in my mouth. It tastes of cum and juice.
‘Suck it, hard baby, just like you do for me.’
I don’t need you to tell me twice. I feel my way along the member with my tongue, and long, gentle licks. I use my teeth with such gentleness, and give butterfly flicks at the tip. Adam is impatient and grabs the rear of my head with both hands. It takes me a moment to steady myself, slightly unbalanced due to my positioning and bound-up wrists. He pushes his cock deep into my throat. I manage to regain myself and accommodate his insistent pushing and pulling of my head. My mouth glides up and down his shaft, and his balls bounce on my chin.
‘Yes, baby, just like that.’
I sense you bristle at Adam’s use of ‘baby’, or perhaps that’s just my imagination.
He pushes in faster and hardens to the point I struggle to take him in with grace but I try for your sake, wanting to please Adam and by default please you too.
Your breath quickens. You move behind me and release me from my bindings. I can’t help but break my rhythm, and Adam pulls out of my mouth whilst I steady myself by placing both hands on the deep carpet in front. Still blindfolded, I can only assume that you both take the kneeling position, Adam remaining in front of me and you behind.
I know what is coming and brace myself, as you slide your cock into my dripping wet cunt. Adam replaces himself in my mouth. In this position, it’s easier for me to accommodate him and I restart the process of licking and sucking as he pushes it deeper into my throat.
In tandem, you slide into me, with hard and controlled movements that hit my cervix. I would voice my pleasure but it’s too hard with a cock in my mouth so all I can do is moan. I lean back onto you and then push forward onto Adam. Fuck me, it feels so damn good.
I imagine you both taking in the sight of me, naked and rocking to and fro. I’m able to support myself with one hand, so I use the other to grasp at the base of Adam’s shaft causing his cock to engorge to the point it feels ready to explode. I use my little finger to press into his balls, not losing pace with my mouth.
I love the way you fuck me, and I try to ride back to take you in more. I lose track of time, just lost in the moment of pleasure and pain as you thrust deep inside.
‘I want you to cum.’
I know you are talking to me, but it’s Adam’s cock that responds with a tremor. He begins fucking my mouth more urgently. It slips in and out and I get a taste of more precum. I am close to orgasm, but hold off just a little longer. I need to know that you are ready too. As you speed up, so does Adam. It’s only a matter of time before one of us gives in. I expect it to be Adam, and within a few minutes, I am proved right.
He grabs my head with force and rams down into my throat.
‘I’m cumming,’ he yells.
An unnecessary announcement for me, as I feel hot jets of Adam’s semen shoot into my mouth. He bucks into me, releasing more than I can swallow in one go. It drips down my mouth, but I haven’t time to wipe it. You hold me tight, on either side of my hips, and, similar to Adam earlier, press your fingernails into my flesh. I suspect that blood has been drawn but by this point I only care about one thing, making you cum in my begging hot wet pussy. I contract my muscles, knowing that I will milk you, as you thrust harder and deeper into me. You bang your body against my ass. I wince at the pain but need it to feel the pleasure.
‘Cum for me, Amelie.’ Your voice is now raspy and urgent.
I try to hold out, but it’s no use. My orgasm builds quickly and sends my cunt into spasm. It’s the final straw for you too. The giveaway that you are about to cum – the way your cock engorges with blood and stiffens. I silently plead for you to fill me and I’m not left disappointed. You thrust deep as you shoot your load inside of me, coinciding with the end of my own orgasm. It feels hot and I groan out loud. Your cum stays deep inside of me, whilst you finish thrusting. I like the way you hold me there, not letting me move until you are ready to withdraw. Your cock slowly softens and as you remove it, I feel the hot wetness of your cum and my juices sliding out and down my thigh.
Adam stands first and helps me up. He unties the scarf, leaving me momentarily blinded by the light despite it being dim.
I look to you, wanting to know if I have pleased you. But I needn’t worry. The glint in your eyes and the dilation of your pupils let me know that you enjoyed every moment as much as I had. I rub at my wrists, as Adam saunters back to the sofa and lounges back into the seat. I wonder if we are going to continue into the night, but you grip my arm and whisper into my ear.
‘Well done, baby. Let’s get you home.’
If I hadn’t spent all these years with you, I might be feeling disappointed at your comment. But I know full well that getting me home means we can continue fucking until the morning light comes. And if I am lucky, after a couple of hours of sleep, perhaps longer than that.
After getting dressed, We say a quick goodbye to Adam and head back. As I lean back in the car seat I spread my legs a little. You glance over and rub your hand up my thigh quickly reaching my cunt. Having left my soaking wet panties as a gift for Adam, I check your reaction to my naked pussy.
‘That’s my girl,’ you say with a smile and push your foot down on the accelerator.
