Chapter 8
Karen realized suddenly that she was growing hornier than she ever had been before, and it was only because she knew they didn't want her to masturbate. There was no outlet for her increasing lust, and she began to count the minutes while she waited for the two to finish and turn their attentions to her. When she began to count the seconds, she knew she would have to do something or explode with desire.
"Come on, you two, I'm so fucking horny I can't think straight!"
The two older people began to laugh at that.
"I don't see what's so damn funny!"
"You are, honey," Joyce said, chuckling.
"Why, because I'm so horny?"
"No, because you're such a child when it comes to enjoying sex," Tony said. He took his mouth from Joyce's cunt and added, "How would you like to try something, and if you don't like it I will personally give you a fifty-cent per hour raise?"
"Huh, well, sure . . . What is it?"
Tony climbed off the bed and made his way over to his oak desk. He slid open a drawer and removed lengths of rope.
"What's that for?" Karen asked with more than a little apprehension in her voice.
"Have you ever been tied up, my dear?" Joyce asked.
"No, but, well, I've heard about it-isn't stuff like that kind of kinky?"
"Kinky is in the eye of the beholder," Tony said.
"I don't know about this ..." Karen murmured.
"Dammit, Karen-you trust us, don't you?" Joyce said. "I could tell by the way you and I made love that you trusted me."
"Well, sure, I trust you ..."
Tony was suddenly on the edge of the bed by her feet, wrapping one of the ropes around Karen's naked ankle.
"Tony, I don't know about this ..."
"You'll love it," Joyce said.
The rope was suddenly tied around her ankle, and Tony was busily fastening it to the metal leg beneath the bed.
"What are you going to do?" Karen asked. "I mean, after I'm all tied up?"
"Make love to you," Joyce whispered huskily, leaning over to kiss the young girl and fondle her tits.
"While you're all tied up," Tony said, working on her other ankle, "we'll show you how much better sex is when it's taken slowly. You won't be able to masturbate so you'll be dependent on us for making you cum, see? And we won't be any too fast about it ... " She suddenly found her feet bound and felt her right arm being pulled away from her to the side of the bed.
"I'm really not too sure about this-I mean-" Before she could finish what she was saying she found her mouth full of one of Joyce's nipples.
Before she knew it, both her arms were bound, and she suddenly felt more helpless than she ever had been. There was enough excess rope on her ankles so that she could raise her legs up quite a bit. And spread them quite a bit . . .
Joyce pulled her mouth from the young girl's nipple then and climbed off the bed. She walked over to where Tony stood and slowly began to kiss him, running her hand down his belly to fondle his large, outthrust cock.
"God ..." Karen whispered. The sight before her made her exceedingly horny, and she felt equally frustrated that she could not put her fingers down to her pussy to relieve the horniness.
Joyce slowly began to move down Tony's body until she kneeled on the floor before him. She took his cock into her mouth and ever so slowly began to swallow it, inch by inch, until all of it was down her throat.
Karen began to rub her thighs together, thinking of nothing except the itch in the soft folds of her pink pussy.
"Please," she said, and was surprised at how short of breath she sounded, "somebody eat me, or play with me, or something-" Joyce put her hand to Tony's balls. Tony buried his hands in the older woman's hair and closed his eyes, sighing quite loudly. Other than that, they ignored her.
"Please ..."
Tony began to move his hips into the black-haired waitress's mouth, pushing and pulling his cock in and out from between her full, pursed lips. He began to moan, and when his hips began to move so fast that they were almost a blur, Joyce quickly removed her mouth from his eight-inch-long cock.
"Would somebody please fuck me?" Karen asked, beginning to become somewhat impatient.
Tony opened his eyes and said, panting hard, "All in good time, love. Just try to think of how good it will feel when you finally do cum."
Tony lit a cigarette and slowly eyed Karen's voluptuous, bound body. He said to Joyce, "Get the feather."
Joyce giggled and said, "Sure." She turned to Karen and added, "You're going to love this, honey."
"A feather?" Karen asked, her voice filled with wonderment. "Are you two serious?"
"Oh, yes," Tony said, casually inhaling on his cigarette. "And Joyce is right-you will love it . . . " Karen watched Joyce produce a long, dark feather from one of Tony's desk drawers. She began to wonder what other kinds of kinky things the dark restaurant owner had in that desk of his.
"What are you going to do with it?" she asked.
"You'll see," Joyce said. She handed the feather out to Tony and asked, "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Go ahead," he answered. "I feel like watching."
Joyce slowly moved toward the bed and sat beside Karen when she reached it. She leaned over quickly and gave the young girl's right nipple a quick kiss.
"Unnnngggg ..." Karen moaned. It was strange, but that one kiss on her nipple made the heat in her pussy increase tremendously-she was hornier than she had ever been.
"Please, Joyce," she panted, "make me cum ... I have to cum more than anything . . . God . . . " "All in good time, dear."
It was then that the tip of the dark feather tickled her throat. "Oh my God . . .'" Karen tried to break the ropes which bound her hands. She had to have her fingers down in her hot cunt or she knew she would just die from horniness.
"Don't you like how that feels?" Tony asked from where he sat, smoking his cigarette.
"No, dammit, I just want to cum."
The tip of the feather slowly moved down her throat to her ribcage, tickling her until she just knew she was going to burst into fire and burn down the whole restaurant. The feather was at her tits suddenly, tickling the soft flesh and the hard nipples.
"God, my God," she panted over and over, lunging her body up off the bed into the feather. "I've never felt anything like this-never ..."
"You do like it, don't you?" Tony said, his white teeth flashing in a huge smile.
"No ... yes ... no ... I don't know ..."
The feather stayed at Karen's tits for what seemed like an eternity, but finally, slowly, it began to move down her firm, lithe belly.
"You're not going to do what I think, are you?" Karen asked the older woman.
Joyce merely concentrated on tickling the young girl's belly button.
"God . . . God . . . that tickles, Joyce!"
Karen began to laugh in spite of herself.
Slowly, the feather left her belly button and even more slowly made its way down her body to come to rest in the hard mound of hair above her steaming pussy.
"Not my cunt, Joyce-Jesus, I don't know if I can take that ..."
She spread her legs wide, however, and suddenly the soft tip of the feather plunged into the hot recess of her pussy.
"Unnnnngggg-Joyce . . . God!"
It felt like nothing she had ever before experienced, not like any cock or finger or tongue. The way the feather tickled her pussy made her hotter and hornier than ever.
"Joyce . . . Joyce . . . shove it in me! Do it to me! The feather-my God ..."
She began to hump her cunt up and press the lips of her cunt together, grabbing at the feather as though it were a life jacket and she a drowning woman.
"Joyce, ohhhhhhh ..." - Being tickled by the feather was like some sort of ecstatic torture; it felt so good, wonderful, yet it did not put enough pressure on her cunt to make her cum, which was what she so desperately needed to do.
Joyce slowly pulled the feather out of the young girl's pussy and began caressing the tender skin which surrounded it, making Karen jump and spasm on the bed.
"Please . . . please, somebody fuck me. Hurry -I need it so bad."
What were these people doing to her? she thought to herself. Was this their sick idea of fun?
The tip of the feather was at her asshole, and she didn't know whether to spread her legs so the tight, puckered ring of her ass could be played with, or whether she should clamp her legs together and hope the hot, itchy feeling of needing to cum would go away.
"Do it to me," she murmured as she spread her legs wide. She jumped when she felt the feather probe her tight asshole. She had never felt anything like it, so teasing and sexy.
"I believe you really do like it," Tony said, crushing out his cigarette. - "I hate it," Karen panted huskily. "No, I love it, God, do it to me . . . no, stop it ... " She began to jerk her head about on the bed, her tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth as though she were dying of thirst. The tip of the feather was back at her pussy, swooping down to tease her clitoris and then quickly gone. She began ; to make humping motions on the bed, as though she were fucking some kind of invisible man. "Please FUCK me!"
She thought she was going to get her wish when Tony pushed himself away from the desk and began walking toward the bed. "Please, Tony . . . fuck me ... " She eyed his cock hungrily, thinking of how it , would feel to have that awesome prick enter her ; cunt and pump her again and again until she finally, gloriously, came. "No, Tony, what are you doing?" He took the feather from Joyce's hands and i flourished it before the young girl bound up on the | bed. He quickly brought it down on the nipple of \ her left tit, giving it a quick tickle, and just as quickly taking it away. "Tony . . . please ..." "You love it, don't you, Karen? Say you love lit... " She didn't want to, didn't want them to think that she enjoyed this kind of erotic torture at all, but before she could deny it, she felt herself nodding her head and panting, "Yes, God-I love it. I hate it, too, but I love it ... " Tony and Joyce smiled at each other and then the older woman crouched down on the bed between Karen's splayed, quivering legs.
"Would you like me to eat you out, honey?" the I older woman asked her.
"Yes, God-more than anything."
"Say please, then ..."
"Please, pretty please. Please eat me, Joyce. God, I need it so bad ..."
Some other, more rational, part of Karen was able to look at this scene almost objectively, and it told her that Tony and Joyce were not doing this cruel thing to her in order to hurt her. No, to the contrary, she felt the heat in her cunt building up as it never had before, and she knew they were only trying to show her how much better sex could be if it was approached with a sense of slowness. And she found, strangely enough, that she enjoyed being told what to do, being forced to beg to have her pussy eaten ... to be bound.
"Please . . . pretty please, Joyce-eat my pussy -do anything you want to me, but just make me cummmmmmm ..."
Joyce looked at Tony with a triumphant smile on her lips. Then she slowly put those lips down on the hot, quivering lips of Karen's pussy, barely even touching them, but beginning to lavish them with gentle caresses.
"Ohhhhhhh, do it to me. I love it. God, I've never done anything like this . . . anything this good, or this terrible ..."
When Joyce's tongue began darting into the young girl's aching cunt it was like a knight on a white horse coming to rescue her, coming to make her cum. She began humping her steaming pussy up into the older woman's face, smearing the flowing pussy juices over Joyce's cheeks and chin and nose.
"Would you like to suck my cock, Karen?" Tony asked.
"Yes, of course," she whimpered, "anything you say . . . anything at all-just make me cum ..."
The handsome restaurant owner climbed atop her chest, his knees planted firmly on either side of her, his cock pointed at her mouth.
"What do you say, Karen?" he asked.
"Please let me suck it-please, Sir, let me suck it -just make me cum ..."
"We'll make you cum if you do a good job of sucking my cock, Karen. Now open wide ..."
Karen opened wide and made her head cease its jerking and quivering on the bed. She closed her eyes and felt the huge head of Tony's prick slide into her mouth, making her once again think of how nice it was to have a cock in her mouth, how it was so much like the definition of sex itself.
"Now suck on it nice and good, Karen," Tony panted.
She closed her mouth around his prick, feverishly pushing it from side to side with her tongue. She ran her teeth lightly along the loose skin of his hard, thick cock, careful not to hurt him, and sucked in against it with her cheeks to increase the pressure on it.
"That's very good, Karen. God, so good."
She knew he was pushing his hips forward by the way the cock in her mouth slowly slid along the top of her tongue back to her throat. He paused for a moment and began gyrating his hips, pushing his prick from one side of her almost full mouth to the other. Then he continued his slow forward advance until the cock was sliding down her throat.
Joyce was working at Karen's cunt more feverishly than she had been, and the young girl had to forcibly keep from bouncing. It did not seem like such a good idea, what with Tony's cock in such a vulnerable position within her mouth.
She began sucking the older man in earnest then, pulling her head back rapidly and thrusting it forward again, running the meat of her throat along his cock, trying to give him the best suck of his life. She felt a sense of accomplishment each time she buried her nose in his pubic hair; it wasn't every girl who could suck a guy off this well.
"Karen, Karen, do it to me . . . " But suddenly he began to pull back out of her, slowly at first, then more rapidly until only the head of his prick was between her lips. Then, after one last suck, even it was gone. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"That was such a good suck, lover ..." he murmured.
"Why didn't you let me finish?" she asked, hoping he would say he wanted to cum in her pussy and not her mouth.
"Slowly, slowly-that's the name of the game, my lovely," he said with a flashing smile.
"The name of the game is fucking, Tony," she shot back. "But slowly, lover."
He climbed off her and took a great hand-hold of Joyce's black hair, pulling her mouth away from the young girl's cunt. "Just when I was about to cum, goddam you!" And it was true. She had been so close to cumming. She had been making sure not to shout aloud or do anything to inform the two of them that she was about to, because she knew they would not let her. "Just about to cum ..." she moaned. The heat in her pussy was greater than it had ever been; even greater than her last year at high school when she had let five members of the winning basketball team go at her tight pussy, one after the other, and then all over again for hours into the night. She strained again at the bonds which held her hands, which did not let her go to the hot pussy between her legs.
"Would you like to watch us fuck for a while, lover?" Tony asked innocently.
"No, dammit," Karen hotly replied, "I would NOT like to watch you two fuck! I'd like to watch ME get fucked!" "All in good time, all in good time ..." Tony murmured.
He and Joyce sat at the foot of the bed, gently kissing and stroking each other. Karen sighed when she saw his fingers disappear within her open slit, wishing he was doing it to her and not Joyce. And she wished it was her hand that casually stroked Tony's cock, up and down, again and again, until the handsome restaurant owner would writhe at her touch.
She moaned when Tony swooped down to kiss Joyce's cunt, sighed when she saw his tongue dart into Joyce again and again. Somehow she knew that he wouldn't stop until Joyce had cum.
"That's really cruel, you two . . ."
She hated them. She knew that. But yet they were indeed getting her horny in a way she had never been before; she was more hungry for a hard, thick cock pumping against the walls of her cunt than she ever had been. She tried to console herself by thinking of what it would be like when Tony did finally cum inside her, filling her little cunt with his jism until it poured out of her pussy and onto the white sheets beneath her.
"Really, really cruel ..."
But there was a tone or humor in her voice which had not been there since they had bound her to the bed. Joyce noticed it and looked around to smile at the young, bound girl.
"Beginning to enjoy it?" she asked.
"When I do cum, it's going to be like never before, I'm sure of that," Karen answered, smiling back.
Tony took his mouth from Joyce's cunt and said, "Our little dove is beginning to grow up in the ways of sex." In a flash he was kneeling between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against the young girl's tight, hungry pussy. "Hey," Joyce said, "what about me? I was just about to cum, goddammit!"
Karen began to laugh and said, "Slowly, slowly-you must learn to slow down and enjoy the fruits of sex . . ."
Tony completely cracked up, falling atop the young girl who lay beneath him.
"What, may I ask, is so funny?" Joyce demanded.
Tony and Karen began to laugh all the harder, and the young girl took advantage of the older man's lack of concentration. She began moving her hips and pelvis around beneath him, spreading her legs as wide as she could, until she managed to swallow the head of his cock with her tight little pussy. Before he could move she gripped him tightly with the inside of her legs and tried pulling him into her as much as she could.
"Hey, you're fast, lover," Tony told her.
And then, suddenly, he was all the way in her. It was as if, she realized suddenly and again, a telephone pole had been shoved into her pussy. It was as though she had never been fucked before, as 1(15 though she were a virgin.
"Fuck me-fast, fast! God . . . fuck me!"
But all Tony did was lay atop her, his prick buried in her to the hilt, their pubic hairs intermingling.
"Please, Tony, stroke me . . ."
She tried fucking him, tried pulling her pelvis back so she could enjoy the wonderful delights of a large cock sliding against the walls of her cunt, but he would have none of it. He moved with her, keeping his prick buried all the way in her.
"Please, Tony ..."
"Say pretty please . . ."
"Pretty please!"
And then his cock began to stroke back out of her, ever so slowly, just the way she preferred it when the fuck started. His cock spread the walls of her pussy wider than any other had ever done, or so it seemed anyway.
He brought his hands down to the cheeks of her ass and gripped them tightly, kneading them as though he were making bread. All the while his hands moved in toward her asshole, until he was almost there . . .
"Tony, hurry, my ass . . . shove your finger up it, then fuck me. Please, dear God-I need it so bad!"
He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart as much as he could, almost hard enough to hurt, but not quite, and she felt his probing finger find the puckered ring of her asshole.
"Quick, push it in . . ."
He ran a finger around the asshole, making her quiver beneath him, then he slowly began to push the finger into it, farther and farther until she thought she must have surely taken its entire length.
"God, I love that, Tony ... so good. Now fuck me-please-pretty please ..."
The pretty please did the trick again. Once more he stroked his cock out of her cunt, away from her womb, making her feel as though her sensitive pussy was about to explode, which she knew it was ...
He plunged back into her, landing on her hard enough to make her grunt. But she loved it, nevertheless. The finger in her ass, the cock in her cunt-it was almost more than she could bear, and she knew she was going to cum any moment, even if all he did was lay atop her with his finger shoved in her asshole.
Again he pulled out of her, and he didn't pause when he reached the top this time-no, he thrust his cock right back into her, slamming against the bony mound above her pussy. And he didn't pause there-no, out again his cock came, feeling lovely against the soft walls of her tight pussy. In again, out again, and finally, after what seemed like hours of being teased, finally she was getting what her cunt needed so badly-she was getting fucked.
"Tony, oh, do it to me. Tony . . . God, finally-a fuck-oh, this is so good. The best ever . . ."
She began thrusting her pelvis up so she could swallow as much of his thick prick with her pussy each time he stroked it into her. Up and down she went, again and again, thinking of how great the fuck was that she was getting; truly, it was the best ever.
"You're so tight, baby, so tight. You make me want to cum too fast, that's how tight you are." He moaned.
She felt it well up within her, and knew suddenly why they had teased her for so long-this was going to be a cum that would outshine all the others by far. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the tight pussy between her legs, on his hard cock pounding into it, on the dam which was about to break at any moment.
"Fuck me Tony ... do it to me .. . never had it like this, never . . . awwwwwwwww . . . FUCK MY CUNT!!!"
She ground her hips on the bed, and by the way he screwed his eyes and mouth shut, and by the way a muscle in his left cheek quivered, she knew that he was loving the fuck as much as she was.
Then he began to slow his thrusts down, and Karen somehow knew that they were going to cum at the same time, and that it would be the best fuck of both their lives.
"Karen ... so tight . . ."
It seemed to take full, long seconds for him to push his prick into her pussy and back out again, so slowly was he moving. He paused at the end of each thrust, savoring the wonderful tightness which was encircling his cock. And then, suddenly, he pushed into her one final time.
"Tony, I'm cumming-hold me, lover!"
"Karen . . . Karen . . ."
Tight arms wrapped around her at the same time that she felt his jism shoot out the slit of his huge cock, and that was all she needed to cum . . . and cum . . . and cum . . .
"Tony, Tony, Tony ..."
The tidal wave within her was crashing, breaking on the reefs of her tight pussy, and she began to shake and shudder as she never had before.
Then, suddenly, it was over. Karen lay back on the bed, completely relaxed, letting every muscle in her body go limp. She stared up at the ceiling.
"What a fuck ..." she murmured.
She felt better than she ever had. It was that simple. No fuck, no piece of good news, no stretch of ocean surfing had ever made her feel as she did at this moment.
"What a fuck ..." she murmured again.
She looked at Tony and wasn't surprised to see that he seemed almost as contented as she. She lifted her head up as far as she could and planted a kiss on his panting lips. She nodded to the ropes which were bound around her wrists and said, "Would you take these damn things off me now?"
Tony laughed, kissed her back, and said, "Sure thing. But do you see why I wanted to show you how nice it is to be tied up?"
She nodded. "You know how much I loved it."
He smiled and said, "I just wanted to hear you say it." He rubbed his body one last time against her full tits and then pulled his softening cock out of her pussy. He quickly went about untying the ropes which bound her hands and feet.
"Thanks," she said when he had finished, "for everything," she added after a moment.
He smiled again and said, "Think nothing of it."
For the first time in long minutes, Karen remembered that Joyce was in the office with them. The young girl looked over to where the older woman sat and said-, "We forgot all about you, didn't we, Joyce?"
Joyce laughed and nodded. "No problem, though," she said, "I mean, poor little Joyce is just sitting over here so horny she can't think straight, but really, don't let it bother you any . . ."
"Well," Tony said while he dressed himself, "I'm afraid I can't get it up for you, not so soon after Karen. I'm not as young as I used to be, that's for sure."
Karen looked at the older woman, who sat in the leather chair behind Tony's desk. "You're really horny, huh, Joyce?" she asked somewhat mischievously.
"You're damn right I am, honey!"
"Well," Karen said slowly, "why don't you come on over here and join me in a little game of eat the clam ..."
Joyce grinned and stood, and Karen wasn't at all surprised to see that the middle finger of her right hand was jammed into the pink slit of her pussy.
"I don't know about you," Tony said to Karen. "Have you always been this horny?"
"I've tried to be, Tony. I mean, God gave us so few pleasures in life that we sure as hell can't overlook the obvious ones!"
"Makes sense," Tony concluded as he tucked his shirt into his slacks. He looked at the young girl on the bed and at the older woman who casually moved toward her, then leaned against his desk and lit a cigarette. "Do you two mind if I watch?" he asked needlessly.
"Not at all, honey," Joyce whispered huskily. And with that, she practically dived atop Karen's voluptuous, naked body.