Grace waits in the position Peter placed her in at the base of the bed. Her legs are splayed wide, and her ankles are bound to the frame, while her arms are over the framework and bound between her legs. All the while she is wearing a blindfold. The clothing picked out left truly little to the imagination, navy lace undergarments adorned with white ribbons. Grace has been there for twenty minutes, which is feeling more like an hour.
The energy in the room becomes electric. As Grace hears the echo of the door creak open, she wonders if her imagination is playing tricks on her again. The anticipation and excitement start to simmer within her, and shivers run up her spine. Goosebumps rise as the footsteps ascend. Her addictive nature is what put her in this position. Grace feels a gentle touch tracing along her ribs. Heat rises in her body as warm breath reaches her nape. Grace gasps. The footsteps descend.
The scent of a familiar cologne Grace can’t quite place. One thing that Grace does know while it lingers in the air: it’s not Peter. Her breathing quickens and Grace instinctively pulls on her manacled wrists, knowing it is pointless. She has been expertly bound. Grace is radiating need and pleading for more. She feels the contact of a sharp slap on her skin. Her body is now on high alert waiting for the next while tingles remain.
Seconds multiply in the atmosphere. A cold liquid is placed in her palms. In an Instant her mind instinctively compels her to press her hands together. More liquid is applied as her hands keep moving. Grace feels her arousal deepen between her splayed legs. Sheer intoxicating hunger takes control. Grace hears shuffling behind her, feels fingers opening her palms, and a firm warmth gliding through. Grace is so turned on right now, fighting the urge to wrap her fingers around it. Restraint gives way and her fingers curl around, gripping harder. Her composure slips as wetness trickles between her thighs. Grace whispers a plea for more. The warm pulsing cylinder starts gliding through her palms. Grace can feel it’s harder now. Grace lets out a soft needy murmur.
Instinct again takes over, and Grace meets the rhythm, feeling it stiffens even more. Her blood turns cold. Grace now knows that this girth, and length don’t belong to Peter. Her mind begins to wonder where Peter is; has she done too much already? Even though her mind yearns to feel this firmness everywhere, Grace slides along the full length. She hears a deep groan, and it stirs something profound within her. Grace knows she is done for. Her breathing quickens, and her heart races. Grace feels a warm strong hand grip her throat. Her head is lifted slightly, and her jaw is slowly opened.
The aroma of sex rises in the air. Automatically, her tongue slides out of her mouth. It is met by a warm dome of flesh, causing her to lean forward craving more. The cock in her hand pulses between her silken fingers. Grace has never wanted cock so much in her life. Her teeth meet more warmth, as her simmering arousal deepens further. Then Grace feels the hand grip tighter around her throat. Blissful pressure fills her at the same time. Grace emits a sigh of pleasurable relief while accepting more cock in her mouth. Grace has craved two together all her adult life.
The position Grace finds herself in, she is incapable of offering anything other than complete submission. The welcomed intrusion of her body. Her pussy and mouth are being stretched in unison. Grace can feel her orgasm bubble below the surface, the blissful agony, and she knowingly understands that they can feel her need. The pressure and their movements intensify to match her undeniable lust. Each thrust edges closer to her soul. Such a splendid pounding that is driving to the point of her heart.
Then Grace feels a finger trace over her derrière. With the shock, her body shudders with waves of unfamiliar euphoria, while she continues to allow herself to be totally used. Grace hears their deep groans, and moans which only makes her more lustful. The boil becomes impossible to escape as her mouth is filled with warm thick seed, and a hand between her legs finds her clit. All Grace can do, is moan while swallowing everything. Her body is completely lost in the heady rhythm of bobbing and gulping. Grace is unbelievably full as her cervix is touched for the very first time in her life.
“Cum on our cocks,” deep voices whisper in tandem. Not Peter. Grace doesn’t recognise either of them. This revelation tips her over the edge of the pot. Grace is being sated so extraordinarily well and can only do one thing: complete and utter surrender.
“Cum, you greedy girl,” one commands. “Cum on two strangers' cocks.” Grace is no longer able to hold anything back. Her legs tremble. Her body clenches. Grace moans along the cock in front of her. The climax takes control over her entire body, lasting longer than any before. The cock leaves her mouth. The other is slowly pulled from behind leaving her empty yet satisfied. Seed spills. Spasms linger.
“Peter said you would be greedy,” one states. Grace hears the shuffling leave the room. And again, Grace waits.
