Story so far: Carly and Aaron are a young professional couple in love and on the verge of moving in together. The only clould on their horizon is Carly's boss, sexy uber-bitch Miranda, from whom Carly secretly stole a black designer dress. Miranda is wise to the theft and has additional incriminating evidence of a drunken Carly joining her in a lesbian interlude at a house-party. Using her knowledge of both situations, Miranda manipulates Carly into arranging a threeway encounter in a plush hotel suite. Now the controlling boss has Carly cuffed to a bedpost wearing the offending dress, and is turning her attention to Aaron...
Miranda's smile welcomed Aaron to the game. "Take your clothes off. All of them. Now."
The demand was hardly a surprise, but he raised an eyebrow nonetheless. Carly cast down her gaze, loath to watch her boyfriend strip for anyone other than her. Miranda waited with expectant good humour.
Committed to the inevitable, Aaron undressed, staring defiantly at Carly’s malevolent boss all the while. Jacket and shirt he tossed onto the floor beside him, Miranda smiling her approval at his lean muscled torso. Once barefoot, he removed his trousers and shorts with frank churlishness, putting himself - semi-erect cock included - on view before the instigator of the whole fucked-up situation.
Miranda glided up to him, more than matching his height in her stilettos. Her eyes, followed by her hands, roamed over his body. “My, my, Carly.” Her words arrested Carly’s downcast stare, making the girl look as Miranda pressed herself into Aaron’s side. She ran her palm over his lightly-haired chest and flat stomach down to his stiffening cock. “What a lovely boy you have here,” she said. Aaron flinched, trying not to enjoy the sensation as she tested his buttocks’ firmness with one hand, while massaging his enlarging member experimentally with the other. “Did you wake up with him like this, this morning? Has he put this pretty cock inside you today? Given you a nice fucking? God, sweetie, I hope you don’t mind me borrowing him for a while. He’s going to be so much fun to play with.” She stared deep into Carly’s petrified eyes as she gently molested the girl’s partner. “You both are.”
Miranda released Aaron, strode to the bed and delved inside the large designer bag she had set there. She withdrew a pair of chrome handcuffs and proffered them to him. “Okay gorgeous, go attach yourself with these to the head of the bed.”
For Aaron it was a step too far. “No way.”
Miranda grinned and turned to the restrained Carly. “He’s going to be trouble, isn’t he? You’ll still have one hand free,” she assured Aaron, “and you’ll want the use of it, trust me. It’s a game, that’s all. I’ll unlock you presently.” She demonstrated the key. Aaron remained wary and motionless and Miranda’s face darkened, her fingers closing tight in Carly’s hair so that the girl winced. “You’ll do as I say or I’ll ruin your bitch’s life.”
There was nothing in her face to reason with or threaten, not with Carly so compliant. Resentfully Aaron grabbed the opened cuffs and went to the top of the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.” Miranda’s genial tone had returned. Aaron ensconced his nude self on the crisp white cover and found that one cuff fitted neatly around the smooth ebony bar at the bed-head. Miranda, he guessed, had been plotting this event very carefully, to the extent of scouting out the venue. The other cuff he placed around his left wrist, hesitating at the sheer madness of what he was about to do, before he snapped himself into captivity. Had he not retained some means of self-defence, it occurred to him, he would never have agreed.
Miranda was jubilant at having both partners physically constrained. “Have a drink while you’re over there,” she said, like the most magnanimous of hosts. Aaron noticed the tequila bottle for the first time, but declined with a sardonic shake of his head.
“You’re foregoing my hospitality? Not very polite. If you drink some, it’ll make things go easier.” She strolled over and sipped from the neck of the bottle, so that tequila spilled visibly over her tongue. “There, nothing sinister going on. Just fun.” Then she passed it to Aaron. Nothing from Miranda, he realised, was to be taken as a suggestion, and he swigged on the fiery liquid, glaring at her while he drank.
“Good boy.”
She delved back into her capacious bag and produced a transparent bottle, which she tossed onto the covers next to him. “Go on, lube up your cock. You want to give it a good hard tug and you know it.” He watched as she unlashed Carly from the rear post; nimbly she retied the bonds, keeping Carly’s hands tight behind her back, and pulled the tottering girl helplessly into view at the end of the four-poster.
“I was really taken in by this pretty, innocent face,” Miranda said disappointedly. The face in question was stricken and suffused with regret as she stroked it with her nails. “She seemed so helpful, so eager to please. Shame she turned out to be so deviously light-fingered.” She clutched Carly’s chin in a steely grip and turned her face to her own. Then she attacked the girl’s mouth with a fierce, suffocating kiss, thrusting her tongue deep inside. She broke away seconds later with a disappointed frown. “Why so coy, baby? I always felt there was something between us. Don’t you want to play? Don’t you want to help me forget all about your little transgression? Come on, give back some love.” She sucked Carly’s face to her own once more, her reluctant lover’s mouth and body gradually thawing this time, giving themselves up to the embrace.
Aaron watched in dismay and wonder as Miranda took possession of his girlfriend. The confused emotion grew as Miranda pulled away once more, smacked Carly across the face and smeared the girl’s smudged lipstick all about her mouth and chin. “Leave her be!” he cried out, but Miranda ignored him.
“Naughty girl has to pay,” she smirked, slapping her petite victim once more, then gripping hold of the black dress’s shoulder straps. “One way or another. Tell me to stop, Carly, and I will. Say the word.” Carly stared at her, eyes brimming once more, but stayed as mute as if the gag was still in place. “Good choice.”
Miranda wrenched down the dress to Carly’s elbows - there was an audible snap as the zip fastener broke at the back and an accompanying gasp from Carly - exposing the girl’s sweet breasts. Miranda loomed over her side-on, massaging one pert mound and circling her thumb around the conspicuously erect nipple. Then she pressed her plaything up against the post to which the girl had been tethered, capturing the other nipple in her mouth and sucking till Carly cried out.
“Leave her …” Aaron’s voice was hoarser this time. He knew his words were token only. He could do nothing but watch and try to deny his fascination as Miranda played hot and rough with his girl, resisting the temptation to touch the cock that lay like a thick salami on his stomach. He watched as Miranda jammed her tongue into Carly’s ear before biting the lobe, as she slapped the girl’s tits and twisted the pointed peaks, as she kissed her hard again, snaring her lower lip between her teeth and pinching cruelly.
Miranda glared at him as she fondled the moaning Carly’s breasts. “Take your dick in your hand and get it hard. Use the lubricant. Do it.” So he popped the bottle’s cap, emptied its warm liquid contents over his length and reluctantly embraced his arousal with his free hand.
Slowly, deliberately, he wanked himself, absorbing the visual of Miranda gripping the dress’s hem in both hands and dragging it upwards to display Carly’s thighs and smoothly-waxed pussy.
“Let’s see,” Miranda said, eyeing him evilly, before she hooked her fingers between Carly’s legs and slipped one manicured tip inside the girl. Aaron stared, his mounting excitement compromised by guilt that he was enjoying this, his girlfriend’s abuse at the hands of this wretched woman. “Oh god, Aaron.” Miranda shook her head sorrowfully. “Her cunt is sopping. Our naughty girl is enjoying this. Don’t believe me?” She strode over and thrust her fingers before Aaron’s face. They were glistening, running with juice. The familiar musk of Carly’s sex filled his nostrils.
“So why aren’t you fully at attention?” Miranda inquired, teasing her fingers over his semi-engorged member. “Feeling bad about your poor darling? Well don’t, because the bitch is fucking loving it.” Jealousy bloomed within Aaron and he did not resist when Miranda took hold of his slick shaft and began squeezing her hand up and down it in long, gliding strokes. Maybe Carly had held a torch for her flinty-souled boss all this time. Maybe he had been a dupe and only realised that afternoon.
Carly leaned into the bed-post and watched in quiet horror as Miranda jerked her boyfriend to full hardness. Her body was still wracked with the pleasure Miranda’s cruel touch had summoned within her. The caress of her boss’s mouth had awakened hazy recollections of their encounter following the dinner party. The added touches of spite had served to inflame, not quench her burgeoning desire. And through it all, through every twist of the sweet torture, was the fat, bulging presence of the plug, which had been taken from Miranda’s bag and eased with copious lubricant into her ass, once she had slipped on the offending dress. She could still hear Miranda’s encouragements as she had held her over the bed and exerted slow pressure on Carly’s expanding anus: “There darling, there, nearly done. Almost there…”
She had never consciously fantasised about another woman, except perhaps nameless ones in her more debauched flights of erotic fancy. But something in Miranda had always impressed and unnerved her, made her quail even as she sought to please. Part of her revelled in her work superior’s playful sadism, craving each new touch, while another part silently screamed in protest. And Aaron’s voyeuristic presence, was it simply humiliating her? She felt humiliation, a deep-seated, burning shame at having allowed her sweet boy to see her brought so low. But there was also a horrid thrill in being debased before his smouldering gaze. She might have liked him to see her controlled, had it not been tied to her deception, to the betrayal of his trust.
Now into the ordeal’s fabric was woven a new thread, as Miranda’s lips slid their way around the head of Aaron’s responsive cock. Her boss eyed her smilingly as the woman’s clearly experienced mouth sucked him to a fuller hardness. Carly cringed and clenched her hands in outrage to see the witch enjoy her lover’s beautiful man-rod, the one that was meant for her lips and fingers and pussy alone. Her mind swam with misery to see his head flung back into the pillow, his mouth biting down whatever expletive of enjoyment he had been about to utter. All my fault, all my fault, she grieved, yet she still found it within herself to resent him for getting quite so hard.
Miranda fellated Aaron some minutes further, massaging the base of his column with her hand as she did. Then she passed him back to auto-control, wrapping his own free hand around his now stridently erect dick.
“Keep it like that,” she instructed, moving away from him. “I’ll help.” Reaching behind her she unzipped her red satin top. She tugged it free of her skirt and pulled it over her head, displaying a pair of magnificently orbed tits that shivered within the black, red-trimmed corseting of a strapless brassiere. The skirt, she swiftly let drop to the floor. Carly seethed, her admiration tinged with fury. Miranda’s body was an hourglass template - taut, curvy womanhood from those big fucking jugs down past the concave of her waist to the luscious swell of her ass and thighs; the whole lower half was set off by black stockings, suspenders and panties, trimmed in exquisite matching fashion to the bra. A lingerie model wrapped in a business suit. Carly could see the desire flame in Aaron’s eyes and was sure his hand tightened on his cock. But when Miranda turned and paced around the bed to her, picking up her bag of tricks along the way, that unlooked-for excitement welled up once more inside her.
“You’ve lucked out, my girl, his cock is absolutely mouth-watering,” Miranda purred, dropping the bag and trailing her lacquered nails delicately down the side of Carly’s face. She searched the girl’s eyes for response. “How is he with his tongue?” There was a lengthy pause before Carly realized a response was expected. “His tongue, Carly. Does he use it on you often? I mean on your pretty cunt.”
“Yes - yes, he does.” Carly was squirming as she divulged.
“And is he good?”
She could hardly breathe to speak. “Yes. Yes, he’s very good.”
“Mmmm, I don’t doubt it. Now I’ve been told I’m excellent,” Miranda said matter-of-factly. “Not that I want to make this a competition. But I’d like to provide a point of comparison at the very least.” Carly bridled at her blackmailer’s clear intent. She would have pleaded for mercy if she had thought it would make the faintest difference. More than the imminent violation of her pussy, it was the thought that she might actually enjoy it, which terrified. And that Aaron might see her enjoyment.
“Not that I’d do it without your permission.” Miranda leaned in so that Carly felt the woman’s hot, fragrant breath on her face. “Tell me what you’d like me to do. I want to hear you say it, little one.”
Carly writhed within her bonds, excruciatingly aware of her exposure, physical and psychological, before this woman. She despised Miranda for each new humiliating touch, for making her provide a show of consent. “I’d – I’d like you to …”
“To what, darling? To lick out your cunt in front of your boyfriend?”
Miranda’s imposing bosom pressed in on her. In the intermittent silences she could hear Aaron’s hoarse breathing. “Y-yes …” The response was a whisper.
“Say it, Carly. Say the whole thing. So he can hear.”
“To.. to lick out my cunt… in front of my boyfriend.” She wanted to cry again. Heaven knew what Aaron thought of her now.
“And do you think that’ll make you come?”
Carly was horrified, mostly by the increased moistening between her thighs on that final potent word.
“I - I don’t know…”
“Oh sweetheart, let’s find out.” Miranda’s lips claimed Carly’s briefly and softly, and then descended. She lavished succulent attention on both her captive’s nipples on her way, then she dropped to her knees and pushed the folds of the dress further up, clutching it into a band around Carly’s waist. A warming stream of breath flowed all over Carly’s naked sex making her shudder in helpless expectation. Her eyes flicked inevitably to Aaron on the bed. His gaze was locked on her. Disappointment, anger, fascination, she could hardly read what was there, but his manhood was pumped hard, his hand still sliding back and forth on it, whether he was aware of the action or not.
Carly’s eyes pleaded forgiveness this time, but then they rolled back in her head and she gasped aloud as Miranda’s tongue-tip squirmed between her labia and discovered her pulsing bud. She drew together what mental resources she had left in resistance. Then the deftness of Miranda’s tongue shattered them utterly. It was all she could do to stifle her moan as she was sampled. When her boss’s oral attentions began to dart about, flicking the tip of her clit, running silkily back and forth the length of her slit before returning to press insistently on that engorged button, she lost vocal control completely. Her boyfriend could hear it all, she knew, the lament which uttered from her throat in response to her new lover’s tongue and its mercurial movements about her clitoris and cunt.
Aaron absorbed the show in an agony of jealous desire. Carly looked so fucking beautiful with her head rolling back against the post, eyes flickering closed and mouth agape, firm thrusting tits studded with nipples as pronounced as he had ever seen them. The beloved dress was a crumpled mass around her waist and she was keening as though for the loss of everything she loved, while Miranda burrowed deeper. That hungry, fleshy tongue was thrusting between his girlfriend’s cunt lips, delving into her wet hollows, drawing from her noises he wasn’t sure she had ever made for him. Even in his anguish he was furiously aroused. So when one of Miranda’s hands dropped to the leather handbag and searched inside to claim hold of a large, flesh-coloured dildo, he said nothing.
He knew he should have protested, made some noise to demonstrate that he was not complicit in Miranda’s actions, but the words dried in his throat. For something treacherous and lustful within him was thrilled by what he saw. He wanted to watch the dominatrix ram that thick, veined replica-cock inside his pretty girlfriend. He could see the look of puzzlement on Carly’s flushed face as Miranda’s tongue withdrew and the solid rubber head brushed her labia instead, then her wide-eyed realisation as the head asserted itself against her. He observed Miranda’s tongue flick over her upper lip in libidinous relish, right before she thrust the phallus upwards, deep into Carly’s wet and receptive hole. He heard his partner’s full-throated wail as she was crammed full and, as Miranda proceeded to work the big fuck-toy in and out of her junior, his hand speeded up on his own lubed thickness. It was wrong, so wrong to be taking pleasure from his girlfriend’s starring role in this piece of forced lesbian hardcore, but beyond the jealousy, the anger and the concern was deep, guilty enjoyment.
Carly was shocked beyond coherent thought by the thick surge inside her pussy. She had been drizzling moisture...
