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and hooking them to the bed.
“Whoah, I didn’t agree to this.”
“You agreed to do whatever we wanted. That was the deal.”
My stomach fluttered and I squirmed nervously as Adam cuffed my hands in the straps, far more interested in my worried looks and uneasy panting than touching my body.
“I don’t trust you…what if…” I muttered, starting to panic and finally fearing for my life after only three months of reckless Yes sex.
“Honey, if we wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.”
The other one laughed and began taking his clothes off. “Maybe you should just relax. And learn to trust people.”
They laughed. They took special gratification in tying me up and making me watch as they stripped. First to their underwear, showing me their buff bodies, with six pack abs and muscular pectorals. I became turned on seeing them both strip, keeping their eyes on me as they showed their nakedness. A total power trip and all I could do was writhe back and forth, trying to move, but firmly held in place by my arms, which were strapped to the bedposts.
All I could smell was my own deodorant and perfume, as my arms dangled side to side. All I could hear was the sounds of their pants, belts and shirts hitting the floor. The leather straps pulled and squeezed my wrists while the silk blankets rubbed so softly against my skin. And my sense of sight was overwhelmed when the two boys stripped down to nothing, taking their boxers off and showing their erections in broad daylight—confident as can be, and both surpassing nine inches.
Adam started first, and made me swallow him whole, shoving his cock deep into my mouth and grabbing me by the hair, making sure I got every last inch. When he was ready for me, he didn’t just take my clothes off—he ripped them off. He tore my lacy bra in two, exposing my breasts. He ripped the panties from my thighs, yanking them off and forcibly spreading my legs apart. I tried to resist accommodating him, tried not to moisten up and spread my lips apart, but to no avail. My body wanted him independent of my mind—both of them. By the time Adam kneeled down and entered me, I was too soaking wet to object. He slid inside me easily, deeply and in a series of fast, long strokes.
He grabbed my breasts and intensified his thrusting, burying his member inside me, stabbing me right in my throbbing spot. I bellowed out obscenities, since the two lovers didn’t feel me worthy to use their names. Within minutes, Adam became tired of my slutty voice and stuffed my mouth with my own panties, demanding reverent silence while he finished thrashing against me.
My arms suspended, my every erogenous zone engaged, I had no choice but to writhe against his thrusting, doubling the friction and oozing out juices. Our skin meshed together in heat and my whole body erupted into ongoing tremors. I could feel Adam’s penis pulsating inside of me, and ready to explode. I almost objected, before realizing I had no voice, no power to resist him, and no good excuse since he wore a condom. He came inside me and rattled my bones as he grabbed me tight, holding me down to take every last drop.
Just when I thought it was over, Adam withdrew from me letting me rest my spinning eyes on Tyler, who was up and ready, watching my body shake and shimmer with exhaustion. I closed my together legs, my instincts to protect myself taking over. I was already losing control over my mind and quite embarrassingly, over my genitals. I couldn’t help but wet the bed with my overflowing gel and fill the room with my tart scent. I groaned, in passion and in fear, as Tyler forced my legs apart, showing me his thick pole, about an inch longer than Adam.
Too much, I thought as he entered me deep, taking full advantage of my flooding
“Whoah, I didn’t agree to this.”
“You agreed to do whatever we wanted. That was the deal.”
My stomach fluttered and I squirmed nervously as Adam cuffed my hands in the straps, far more interested in my worried looks and uneasy panting than touching my body.
“I don’t trust you…what if…” I muttered, starting to panic and finally fearing for my life after only three months of reckless Yes sex.
“Honey, if we wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.”
The other one laughed and began taking his clothes off. “Maybe you should just relax. And learn to trust people.”
They laughed. They took special gratification in tying me up and making me watch as they stripped. First to their underwear, showing me their buff bodies, with six pack abs and muscular pectorals. I became turned on seeing them both strip, keeping their eyes on me as they showed their nakedness. A total power trip and all I could do was writhe back and forth, trying to move, but firmly held in place by my arms, which were strapped to the bedposts.
All I could smell was my own deodorant and perfume, as my arms dangled side to side. All I could hear was the sounds of their pants, belts and shirts hitting the floor. The leather straps pulled and squeezed my wrists while the silk blankets rubbed so softly against my skin. And my sense of sight was overwhelmed when the two boys stripped down to nothing, taking their boxers off and showing their erections in broad daylight—confident as can be, and both surpassing nine inches.
Adam started first, and made me swallow him whole, shoving his cock deep into my mouth and grabbing me by the hair, making sure I got every last inch. When he was ready for me, he didn’t just take my clothes off—he ripped them off. He tore my lacy bra in two, exposing my breasts. He ripped the panties from my thighs, yanking them off and forcibly spreading my legs apart. I tried to resist accommodating him, tried not to moisten up and spread my lips apart, but to no avail. My body wanted him independent of my mind—both of them. By the time Adam kneeled down and entered me, I was too soaking wet to object. He slid inside me easily, deeply and in a series of fast, long strokes.
He grabbed my breasts and intensified his thrusting, burying his member inside me, stabbing me right in my throbbing spot. I bellowed out obscenities, since the two lovers didn’t feel me worthy to use their names. Within minutes, Adam became tired of my slutty voice and stuffed my mouth with my own panties, demanding reverent silence while he finished thrashing against me.
My arms suspended, my every erogenous zone engaged, I had no choice but to writhe against his thrusting, doubling the friction and oozing out juices. Our skin meshed together in heat and my whole body erupted into ongoing tremors. I could feel Adam’s penis pulsating inside of me, and ready to explode. I almost objected, before realizing I had no voice, no power to resist him, and no good excuse since he wore a condom. He came inside me and rattled my bones as he grabbed me tight, holding me down to take every last drop.
Just when I thought it was over, Adam withdrew from me letting me rest my spinning eyes on Tyler, who was up and ready, watching my body shake and shimmer with exhaustion. I closed my together legs, my instincts to protect myself taking over. I was already losing control over my mind and quite embarrassingly, over my genitals. I couldn’t help but wet the bed with my overflowing gel and fill the room with my tart scent. I groaned, in passion and in fear, as Tyler forced my legs apart, showing me his thick pole, about an inch longer than Adam.
Too much, I thought as he entered me deep, taking full advantage of my flooding
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