bren122
05-14-2009, 12:02 PM
Paul and Sarah ask us to go to dinner with them. Paul is the guy doing the computers at work and Sarah is his butch girlfriend. If you saw them together you would probably say that they’re together to stop people wondering if they’re gay. As it turns out, at the dinner they tell us they’re bi and were wondering if we would like to have a bit of a partner swap. You decline them, but they don’t seem to mind. I know you’re thinking of it as the night goes on, and by the end if they were to ask again I think the answer might be a lot different. Instead they ask if we would like to go clubbing with them. We agree and we soon hit several of the clubs. You get a little tipsy and as we pass the strip club, you tell them that you love going to the strippers. Taking their cue, they lead the way inside and we are soon sitting in the same place as last time. In fact a lot of the girls from that night remember you and your lovely tits, and though they’re more covered this time it does not stop them from reaching in and playing with them. Sarah looks a lot jealous, though it’s difficult to tell whom she is most jealous of.
After an hour or so, they tell us about another strip club we should see, and they take us down a back street to a non-descript looking building. We head inside and soon realise it’s not a strip club but a sex club. It’s also bondage night, so when Sarah puts a collar on you and leads you off to one of the rooms, nobody thinks a thing of it. I certainly am not going to protest, especially after seeing the look of delight on your face. Paul and I follow you into the room and Paul closes the door. The room is quite spacious, with concrete floor and plastic coated walls. I watch as she pulls you over to one of the walls and ties you up on the rings there. She reaches into a nearby cupboard and pulls out a massive duffle bag. With Paul’s help, Sarah lifts it up onto the bench and pulls the zipper open. Inside are dozens of sex and bondage toys of every description. But the first thing she does is get out a knife and come back to you holding it with determination. She puts it to your throat and in a threatening hiss she calls you a teasing slut, playing around with those strippers and letting them grope your tits while she had to sit there and wonder what was so special that all these hot babes were lining up to grip them in their fingers. She grabs your shirt and pulls it out; with one practiced slash she opens it from neck to hem and leaves it dangling from your body while your enormous tits poke out, though still hidden by one of your more lacy bras. She loves your bra a lot, and traces it with her finger and then her tongue. Finally that too is cut and your breasts are naked before her. She has a good look at them, and then feels them, and then she runs her fingers all over them, a boob connoisseur. Finally she sticks her mouth on your engorged nipples, one at a time and gives them a good hard suck. Then she steps back and slaps them with her open palm and tells you how naughty you have been keeping such wonderful titties away from her. She pulls out some wicked looking nipple clamps and tries to put them on your nipple, but they don’t open wide enough. Locked up as you are, you don’t get to see her pressing her legs together in an obvious show of her horniness at the thought of her nipple clamps being thwarted by your massive nipple.
Giving up on those clamps, she dives back into the bag and comes out with a pair of clamps designed for normal flesh. These are a lot tougher, but she does not hesitate to clamp them onto your big nipples, and she moans in reply to your moan of pleasure as they go on. She spends quite a bit of time on your tits, using a pin wheel and even wax to excite your flesh when she is not busy licking and sucking them. Seemingly satisfied for the moment, she takes up her knife and proceeds to remove the rest of your clothes. She loves that somebody your size wears a g-string, even gives your boobs a rest from the nipple clamps for a while as a reward.
Sarah takes out a big leather whip from her bag of tricks. She asks if you have any special fetishes. You don’t reply and she gives you a lash on the legs to cause you to answer. She’s a little surprised when your legs open out to flash your twat at her, and she asks if you like to have your pussy whipped. You blush and say nothing, but she soon comes back from her bag with a suede whip with many tails. She pulls the rings further apart to reveal your pussy that much more and then whips up your pussy. Your slutty groan is enough to make her continue, and she squeezes her legs together so her own engorged pussy lips rub her clit. She’s enjoying herself so much, especially when the whipping finally causes you to orgasm.
Now she takes you off the wall and lays you down on the cold concrete floor. She cuffs your hands in front of you and then attaches your collar to a ring set in the floor. Finally she squats over your chest and grips one of your boobs. For the next several minutes she fucks herself with your tits, first getting the nipple in and then most of the boob. From the look on your face, it must feel as good for you as it does for her. Then she succumbs to temptation and smothers your face with her wet cunt, ordering you to lick her twat. Not surprisingly she is quite swollen and it does not take long for her to cum. In fact, because she does not take long, she orders you to do it again, this time turning around so she can play with your cunt. You must be something of a natural because she orders you to slow down. In the meantime she reaches into her bag and pulls out several dildos and vibes. She uses them both to work over your twat and to widen it. Eventually she widens it to the point where she can get her hand into you. It looks so hot, but not nearly as hot as when she calls Paul over and proceeds to wank his cock with her hand coated in cunt juice. He cums all over her, and by default, because there is so much, he cums all over you.
Finished with the floor routine, she takes you over to a set of bars. You sit on one bar; your feet go on one that’s a little way off. A series of connecting bars place a big dildo head at the opening of your arse. Then she grabs a hand held vibe and proceeds to rub it all over your body, being sure to linger over the more sensitive parts. The more turned on you get, the harder it is not to stretch out and eventually you stop trying, letting the vibe turn you on so much that you’re fucking yourself with the dildo. About half way through, Sarah tells you she has never met a bigger, kinkier slut than you. She spanks you for making her find out the hard way. But not before her wandering vibe finds its way to your feet and she learns of your foot fetish.
We head next for a table that pulls out of the wall. It’s quite sturdy, and she does not hesitate to lay you down upon it. She pulls up a chair and plonks it down in front of you. She then pulls some electric cords out of the wall and attaches them to your cunt lips. She takes a vibe and sticks it on her clit and lets it whirr. With her free hand she starts to manipulate the electrical controls on the wall. She twists the dial right up and you scream as the current zaps through your pussy lips. She moans lustily, groans loudly, and twirls it down. She keeps repeating the cycle as Paul reports on how wet you are getting. In fact you’re getting so wet that there’s a puddle of pussy juice forming all over the table. Not so much a puddle as a lake, it’s everywhere. She lets herself cum once and then works up to a second orgasm. Suddenly she jumps up and goes around to one of your feet and rubs her pussy with it, coating it in her own juice, while she grabs a cane and whacks the other one. You cum so hard that you spray her with your juice. She returns the favour on your foot.
But she is still not finished. She attaches the leash to your collar and leads you out into the general room. There are plenty of people around, and she announces that you need some clothes in order to get home. One article of clothing gets a head job. It does not sound that bad and you go to with gusto. But eventually it dawns on you that people are talking about what a good cock sucker and cunt licker you are and you’re getting in exchange five pairs of knickers or four socks or a skirt way too tight to fit you. But Sarah does not care as she takes you from person to person and orders you to suck or lick for the next piece of clothing. From where I am standing, it looks fucking hot. Eventually you seem to have enough to get dressed and we go back to the room. She lets you get dressed, but then ties you up on the wall again.
"If only you had agreed earlier," she says as she takes up her knife,"but you held out. Now I want to do it again."
After an hour or so, they tell us about another strip club we should see, and they take us down a back street to a non-descript looking building. We head inside and soon realise it’s not a strip club but a sex club. It’s also bondage night, so when Sarah puts a collar on you and leads you off to one of the rooms, nobody thinks a thing of it. I certainly am not going to protest, especially after seeing the look of delight on your face. Paul and I follow you into the room and Paul closes the door. The room is quite spacious, with concrete floor and plastic coated walls. I watch as she pulls you over to one of the walls and ties you up on the rings there. She reaches into a nearby cupboard and pulls out a massive duffle bag. With Paul’s help, Sarah lifts it up onto the bench and pulls the zipper open. Inside are dozens of sex and bondage toys of every description. But the first thing she does is get out a knife and come back to you holding it with determination. She puts it to your throat and in a threatening hiss she calls you a teasing slut, playing around with those strippers and letting them grope your tits while she had to sit there and wonder what was so special that all these hot babes were lining up to grip them in their fingers. She grabs your shirt and pulls it out; with one practiced slash she opens it from neck to hem and leaves it dangling from your body while your enormous tits poke out, though still hidden by one of your more lacy bras. She loves your bra a lot, and traces it with her finger and then her tongue. Finally that too is cut and your breasts are naked before her. She has a good look at them, and then feels them, and then she runs her fingers all over them, a boob connoisseur. Finally she sticks her mouth on your engorged nipples, one at a time and gives them a good hard suck. Then she steps back and slaps them with her open palm and tells you how naughty you have been keeping such wonderful titties away from her. She pulls out some wicked looking nipple clamps and tries to put them on your nipple, but they don’t open wide enough. Locked up as you are, you don’t get to see her pressing her legs together in an obvious show of her horniness at the thought of her nipple clamps being thwarted by your massive nipple.
Giving up on those clamps, she dives back into the bag and comes out with a pair of clamps designed for normal flesh. These are a lot tougher, but she does not hesitate to clamp them onto your big nipples, and she moans in reply to your moan of pleasure as they go on. She spends quite a bit of time on your tits, using a pin wheel and even wax to excite your flesh when she is not busy licking and sucking them. Seemingly satisfied for the moment, she takes up her knife and proceeds to remove the rest of your clothes. She loves that somebody your size wears a g-string, even gives your boobs a rest from the nipple clamps for a while as a reward.
Sarah takes out a big leather whip from her bag of tricks. She asks if you have any special fetishes. You don’t reply and she gives you a lash on the legs to cause you to answer. She’s a little surprised when your legs open out to flash your twat at her, and she asks if you like to have your pussy whipped. You blush and say nothing, but she soon comes back from her bag with a suede whip with many tails. She pulls the rings further apart to reveal your pussy that much more and then whips up your pussy. Your slutty groan is enough to make her continue, and she squeezes her legs together so her own engorged pussy lips rub her clit. She’s enjoying herself so much, especially when the whipping finally causes you to orgasm.
Now she takes you off the wall and lays you down on the cold concrete floor. She cuffs your hands in front of you and then attaches your collar to a ring set in the floor. Finally she squats over your chest and grips one of your boobs. For the next several minutes she fucks herself with your tits, first getting the nipple in and then most of the boob. From the look on your face, it must feel as good for you as it does for her. Then she succumbs to temptation and smothers your face with her wet cunt, ordering you to lick her twat. Not surprisingly she is quite swollen and it does not take long for her to cum. In fact, because she does not take long, she orders you to do it again, this time turning around so she can play with your cunt. You must be something of a natural because she orders you to slow down. In the meantime she reaches into her bag and pulls out several dildos and vibes. She uses them both to work over your twat and to widen it. Eventually she widens it to the point where she can get her hand into you. It looks so hot, but not nearly as hot as when she calls Paul over and proceeds to wank his cock with her hand coated in cunt juice. He cums all over her, and by default, because there is so much, he cums all over you.
Finished with the floor routine, she takes you over to a set of bars. You sit on one bar; your feet go on one that’s a little way off. A series of connecting bars place a big dildo head at the opening of your arse. Then she grabs a hand held vibe and proceeds to rub it all over your body, being sure to linger over the more sensitive parts. The more turned on you get, the harder it is not to stretch out and eventually you stop trying, letting the vibe turn you on so much that you’re fucking yourself with the dildo. About half way through, Sarah tells you she has never met a bigger, kinkier slut than you. She spanks you for making her find out the hard way. But not before her wandering vibe finds its way to your feet and she learns of your foot fetish.
We head next for a table that pulls out of the wall. It’s quite sturdy, and she does not hesitate to lay you down upon it. She pulls up a chair and plonks it down in front of you. She then pulls some electric cords out of the wall and attaches them to your cunt lips. She takes a vibe and sticks it on her clit and lets it whirr. With her free hand she starts to manipulate the electrical controls on the wall. She twists the dial right up and you scream as the current zaps through your pussy lips. She moans lustily, groans loudly, and twirls it down. She keeps repeating the cycle as Paul reports on how wet you are getting. In fact you’re getting so wet that there’s a puddle of pussy juice forming all over the table. Not so much a puddle as a lake, it’s everywhere. She lets herself cum once and then works up to a second orgasm. Suddenly she jumps up and goes around to one of your feet and rubs her pussy with it, coating it in her own juice, while she grabs a cane and whacks the other one. You cum so hard that you spray her with your juice. She returns the favour on your foot.
But she is still not finished. She attaches the leash to your collar and leads you out into the general room. There are plenty of people around, and she announces that you need some clothes in order to get home. One article of clothing gets a head job. It does not sound that bad and you go to with gusto. But eventually it dawns on you that people are talking about what a good cock sucker and cunt licker you are and you’re getting in exchange five pairs of knickers or four socks or a skirt way too tight to fit you. But Sarah does not care as she takes you from person to person and orders you to suck or lick for the next piece of clothing. From where I am standing, it looks fucking hot. Eventually you seem to have enough to get dressed and we go back to the room. She lets you get dressed, but then ties you up on the wall again.
"If only you had agreed earlier," she says as she takes up her knife,"but you held out. Now I want to do it again."