by Opal Carew
He eased back and she nearly stumbled forward. He steadied her, then turned her around and grasped both arms. He tugged them behind her and held her wrists together with one hand. She felt him fumble in his pocket, then heard the sound of metal on metal. He released her wrists, but she could not pull them forward. She glanced at Aimee and James off to her right and noticed that James had joined Aimee’s wrists together by attaching a carabiner clip to the ring on each cuff, making them like handcuffs.
Craig stepped in front of her, pulled a black leather collar from his hip pocket, slid it around her neck, and buckled it. Next to them, James clipped a leather leash to the ring on Aimee’s collar, while Craig drew a black cloth from his pocket, slid it over Sandra’s eyes, and tied it behind her head.
It was strange standing in the woods with her eyes covered. In total blackness.
Like the night with her Fantasy Stranger.
Was Craig her Fantasy Stranger? Would she relive that wonderful experience again with him?
But this time he intended to overpower her. Take her by force. Oh, God, how exciting!
It wouldn’t be the same as that other night. That time had been intense but ultimately tender and loving. Tonight promised to be intense, too, but in a way that was tumultuous and breathtaking.
She was almost afraid to discover that Craig was her Fantasy Stranger. Or even James. Because that would change it forever.
Maybe her perfect memory of that night was just a manifestation of her long year without any man, of her building up the memory of what making love with a man could be. Whoever had played that part had given her something so perfect, so precious, that she was afraid of ruining it forever.
She felt Craig’s finger glide over the front of her collar, then slide through the ring. He tugged her forward. He walked close to her—so close, their thighs brushed together as they moved.
“Step up,” Craig said.
She nudged her toe forward and felt a vertical surface. She dragged her foot upward. Straight. A step. She lifted her foot until she felt a bump. The top of the step. She placed her foot on top, then carefully moved her other foot onto the next step. Craig guided her up two more steps. Onto the deck of his cottage.
She heard a door slide open and he pressed her forward. A moment later, the door slid closed. They continued walking, then turned. Into a bedroom?
Craig walked her forward, then held her shoulders firm, keeping her in place.
Sandra heard a clink, then James said, “Take off your robe.”
She heard the rustling of cloth. He must have freed Aimee’s hands.
One of the men whistled. “Well, now. There’s a sexy sight.” James’ voice.
There was silence for a few moments and she didn’t know what was going on, then she heard Aimee’s soft moan and she got a rough idea.
“Now, take off her robe.”
A second later, Sandra felt a soft touch against her wrists, then the tension between them loosened. She dropped her hands to her sides. Someone pulled on Sandra’s belt, jostling a little, then it released. Soft fingers brushed along her neck, then under the collar of her robe. Down the lapel. Easing the fabric apart. Slowly.
She sucked in a breath as cool air washed along her chest. Her nipples puckered as the robe slowly eased down her shoulders, then her arms. Finally it fell to the floor and goose bumps danced across her skin.
“Hells bells, those are a sensational pair of tits,” Craig said.
Her cheeks flushed and she became intensely aware of her breathing, especially how each inward breath lifted her breasts. Both men would be staring at them, watching her distended nipples hardening,
“Touch them,” James said.
Sandra didn’t know if he was talking to her or Aimee, but Aimee’s soft hands covered Sandra’s breasts. She massaged a little, then stroked underneath.
“I’d like to see those nipples a little harder,” James said.
Aimee stroked Sandra’s nipple gently. It throbbed and hardened even more. Then a soft warm mouth covered her other nipple. Aimee’s tongue played over Sandra’s nub lightly. Teasing. Then she sucked softly, triggering intense tingles through her breast. Sandra’s vagina ached with need.
“Very nice,” James said. “Now kiss her.”
Aimee’s hands cupped Sandra’s cheeks, then soft lips caressed Sandra’s. Aimee’s tongue dipped inside Sandra’s mouth. It was such a sweet, gentle touch, Sandra found herself returning it.
“Oh, yeah, baby.” Craig chuckled. “That’s what I like to see.”
Aimee deepened the kiss, gliding her arms around Sandra and drawing her against her body. Their breasts crushed against each other like warm erotic cushions. Aimee’s hard nipples pressed against Sandra, making her own nipples harder still.
“Okay, that’s enough.” James’ voice sounded hoarse.
Sandra could imagine his big cock was pressing so hard against his pants it must be painful. She almost giggled as Aimee’s lips released hers. Two strong wrists grasped her arms and raised them, drawing them far apart, then she heard the now-familiar metal on metal as they attached her wrists to something over her head.
A moment later, she felt her arms pulled upward. Soon she found herself standing on her toes. Then pressure strained against her wrists as her toes left the ground. Her legs dangled free beneath her.
No sight. No stable floor beneath her feet. She felt so … vulnerable.
She heard a chain clank and she realized she wasn’t moving anymore. The men grasped her thighs and lifted them. She felt something glide under each thigh, the sound of chains clinking. When the men released her legs, they stayed suspended, some kind of wide strap holding them up.
She now hung in the air, her wrists above her head, wide apart, her legs suspended in front of her, also wide apart.
Her arms open … her legs spread wide … her body basically naked. Everything was open to them. She couldn’t cover herself or fend off these pretend captors in any way. It felt incredibly sexy.
Fingers moved along the back of her head, then her blindfold came free. Aimee, the nakedness of her body emphasized by the black straps of her harness, stood in front of her. James stood beside her, the blindfold in his hand. He tossed it aside. She glanced up and saw that her wrists were attached to each end of a metal bar and her legs were held up by black leather slings hanging from chains also attached to the bar.
Craig unhooked a chain from the wall, and Sandra watched the tiger tattoo on his arm as she felt herself being lowered. When her hips were about waist height, the movement stopped and Craig reattached the chain. James stepped behind Aimee and positioned her straight in front of Sandra. His hands cupped the undersides of Aimee’s breasts and he lifted them.
“These are so beautiful. I’d like you to lick them.” James eased Aimee forward, holding one breast toward Sandra.
The dusky pink nipple stood firm and proud. Sandra pushed out her tongue and lapped it across the pebbly surface of the aureole, then over the hard nub. She twirled her tongue over the nipple several times. Aimee’s eyes closed and she murmured an appreciative sound. James offered the other nipple to Sandra and she licked it.
“Now take it in your mouth and suck,” James instructed.
Sandra opened her mouth and took it inside. She swirled her tongue over it again, then sucked lightly. Craig, who stood behind Aimee now, stroked over Aimee’s bare behind while he watched Sandra.
“Harder now.” James’ blue-gray eyes glinted.
She sucked harder and Aimee moaned. James licked Aimee’s other nipple, then latched on. As the two of them sucked, Aimee’s moans grew louder.
Finally, James drew away. “That’s enough.”
Sandra released Aimee’s hard nipple, wishing someone would do something to her achy nipples. She got her wish as Craig leaned in and began to suck one nipple. James led Aimee to the wall and attached her leash to a hook, then returned to suck on Sandra’s other nipple.
Pleasure thrummed th
rough her at the feel of two hot man-mouths on her. James’ hand stroked up and down her thigh, coming close, but not close enough, to her aching vagina. Craig’s hand stroked her other thigh, lightly, in small circles. Every time he moved up her thigh, he came closer to her slit. She could feel the melting heat fill her opening. James’ finger stroked over one of the harness straps between her legs, then outlined the little heart formed by her trimmed curls. Craig’s fingers found her folds. He glided along them, then dipped between, lightly caressing her opening. She drew in a breath.
“Very wet.” Craig grinned. “She likes this.”
“Well, maybe she’ll like this, too.” James unfastened his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then stepped behind her.
He adjusted the chains holding up her wrists so that her shoulders lowered until her back was horizontal. He dropped his boxers to the floor and his hard cock bobbed forward. He stepped closer and pressed his cockhead to her cheek. She turned and opened her mouth, anxious to feel that wonderful cock in her mouth. He pressed it against her lips and she licked it, then he pressed it deeper, until it filled her mouth.
Craig’s fingers, which had stopped moving while he watched James, stroked the length of her wet slit again. Then one finger slid inside. James pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Craig stroked her inside, then slid in another finger. As Craig stroked, heat flared through her. She sucked on James’ thick, hard cock.
Craig’s fingers disappeared, then she felt his lips on her inner thigh. She trembled as his mouth moved over her folds. He licked her slit and she drew in a deep breath, then sucked harder on James. James groaned as Craig’s tongue found her clitoris. He licked and stroked the tender nub, sending rockets through her insides.
James pushed in deep and Sandra relaxed her throat and opened to accommodate him. He drew back and she released him, then licked his shaft. He moved closer and she licked his firm, shaven balls. Craig sucked on her clit and she gasped.
“You’re going to make her come,” James said.
Immediately, Craig stopped. “I wouldn’t want that to happen too soon.”
Craig stood up and dropped his shorts to the floor, then tossed away his boxers. He wrapped his hand around his huge cock and stepped beside her face, opposite James. He offered his cock to her and she licked it, then took it in her mouth and stroked the cockhead with her tongue. After a moment, he pushed in deeper, then pulsed in and out while she squeezed him inside her mouth.
He pulled free and she turned her head back to James. He glided into her mouth, then pulsed. She sucked and squeezed. James pulled free, then positioned himself between her legs and licked her slit. She moaned then swallowed Craig again, sucking hard as James licked her. He found her clit and teased mercilessly. She sucked hard on Craig’s cock, then released it and moaned as intense sensations swelled through her.
Waves of pleasure rose within her and she knew, any moment now, her first orgasm would arrive.
Then James drew away. “This captive is a little too willing. I’d like some resistance.”
Her insides clenched as tiny spasms erupted. So damn close!
Craig grinned. “You’re right.”
Craig walked to Aimee and released her leash from the wall. He linked her wrists together behind her again, then led her across the room.
James adjusted the chains on Sandra’s wrists, pulling her up to a sitting position. Then he walked to the closet and grabbed another bar like the one Sandra was suspended from. He placed it on the floor beside Aimee and attached one of Aimee’s ankles to one end while Craig attached the other ankle to the other end. This essentially forced Aimee’s legs wide-open. James stood up and moved close behind her and cupped her breasts. She squirmed as if trying to resist. Craig stroked down her hips, then knelt down and licked her navel. Then downward. With her legs held wide, Aimee couldn’t resist.
Sandra watched in fascination as Craig’s tongue lapped over her slit, then found her clit. Her own clitoris ached for more attention.
James squeezed and fondled Aimee’s breasts while Craig feasted on her clit.
Aimee gasped and he pulled back. He stood up and pressed his cock to her opening. Then his long rigid cock slid into her. Sandra’s vagina clenched, need burning through her. Aimee moaned softly as that huge cock filled her to the base. Then he pulled out. His shaft glistened with Aimee’s moisture. James moved around and he pressed her to the wall, then placed his hard cock to her opening and pushed inside.
Sandra watched James’ cock sink into Aimee. Oh, God, she wanted to feel that right now.
James glided in and out several times, then stepped aside. Craig took his place and pushed his cock into her, thrusting slowly a couple of times. Then James again. When he pulled out, Craig grinned and glanced at James.
“I feel like a sandwich. What about you?” Craig asked.
“Definitely.”
Craig grabbed Aimee’s shoulders and drew her forward. She hobbled toward him, trying to keep her balance with her legs spread wide by the bar. When they reached the dresser, Craig stopped, then grasped her hips and impaled himself deep inside her. Then he leaned back against the dresser as James moved forward.
Sandra licked her lips as James, still slick from Aimee’s moisture, pushed his cockhead against her back opening and eased forward. Slowly, his long cock disappeared into her ass. Sandra’s breathing increased as she watched her friend standing there with two big cocks inside her. Aimee’s cheeks were flushed red and her breathing was loud and erratic.
The men began to move and Aimee moaned. Yearning thrummed through Sandra at the spectacle. The men increased their thrusts, pounding into Aimee as her moans increased.
“Oh, God … oh, yes!” Aimee groaned, then wailed as an orgasm claimed her.
The men thrust, faster and faster. Craig groaned. Then James. They both collapsed against her, sandwiching her between their hard bodies.
Sandra wanted to weep in desperation.
Finally the men pulled out of Aimee. Craig released her ankles and James unfastened her wrists. She walked to the easy chair near the bed and slumped into it, curling up like a cat in front of the fire, a satisfied smile on her face.
Sandra’s gaze fell to Craig’s wilted cock, then James’.
Damn, she wanted them now, but she needed them hard. Remembering that they wanted resistance, she arched her body.
“Let me free.” She raised her hips, then dropped them, then her breasts, undulating up and down as if trying to pull free of the chains.
They watched her, grinning. Craig’s cock twitched a little.
“Aimee, you’ve got to help me.”
Aimee smiled.
“Oh, honey, you don’t know what you’re missing. Those big cocks stuffed inside me. Fucking me so hard.” She glanced toward the men. “But those cocks won’t do you much good in their current state.” She winked. “So, of course, I’ll help you.”
Aimee stood up and walked toward Sandra. She stroked along Sandra’s waist, then over her breasts. Sandra sucked in air at the sweet sensation. Aimee continued to stroke Sandra’s body. Up and down. Over her breasts, down her belly, across her hips. She moved between Sandra’s legs and stroked below her navel then … farther down. As Aimee’s delicate fingers stroked over her wet flesh, Sandra moaned, then sucked in air as Aimee’s tongue lapped along her slit. Her fingers slipped inside and Sandra clenched around them.
“Oh, honey. You really do need these men to fuck you.” She smiled. “And from the look of things, they’ll be ready very soon.”
Sandra glanced around to see both men stroking their semirigid cocks.
Aimee licked along Sandra’s slit again, then found her clit. Sandra cried out in pleasure.
“Whoa there.” Craig grasped Aimee’s shoulders and drew her away. “It’s our turn now.”
James’ hands cupped her breasts and he pulled her tight against him. She arched against his hands, her nipples digging into his hot palms. He nuzzled her neck, sending
tingles dancing through her. Craig stood in front of her, grasped her knees, and pushed them apart. Shivers galloped along her nerve endings at his abruptness. He stepped forward and pressed his iron-hard cock to her wetness.
James tightened his grip on her breasts, then fondled them. Craig thrust forward. She gasped as he impaled her, his huge cock stretching her. He swirled his hips, spiraling his shaft inside her. She groaned at the exquisite sensations. It went on and on, making her dizzy with delight.
James released her breasts, then moved in front of her. Craig drew out. Slowly. His wide cockhead stroking her passage. When he fell free, she wanted to weep with disappointment. Then James stepped up. His cock drove forward, penetrating her deeply. She squeezed him hard, wanting to pull him in as deep as she could. He tipped his pelvis forward and back in a rocking motion, sending ripples of sensation blossoming inside her as his cock massaged her passage.
He pulled out, then stepped behind her again. She felt his slick cockhead press against her back opening, then pressure. Her opening stretched as he pushed forward, widening around the corona. Once his cockhead was inside, he paused.
Craig pressed his cock to her slit and he eased forward, filling her slowly. Before he was all the way in, James eased forward again, too. Both of them pressing into her at the same time. Two long hard shafts. Pushing deeper. She held her breath at the intense sensations.
Then they stopped, both fully immersed. Neither of them moved. They simply held her locked between them. Both men pressed tight against her, front and back. Hard, muscular chests. Big broad shoulders. Long hard shafts inside her.
Finally, she exhaled and sucked in a breath. She began to squirm, needing more.
Craig chuckled and began to draw back. Then he eased forward again. Then both men began to move. Pushing into her. Drawing back. Forward again. They found a rhythm that set her senses on fire. Pulsing deep. Thrusting. Stretching her. Her insides ached with pleasure washing through every cell, growing with every surge forward. Her hands balled into fists. She wanted to cling to Craig’s broad shoulders, but her wrists were suspended above her.
