Chapter 4
She knew that she had to go apologize to him later, so she waited until they were on their lunch break, and she knocked on his dressing room door.
"Enter," he said to her, and she did, talking at the same time.
"Philip, I just want you to know that I wasn't laughing at you when you were on the stage, because I feel bad that.. . "
She stopped talking as soon as she was inside.
She couldn't believe that he had asked her to enter, for he was standing up in his dressing room, naked, and Mary was on her knees.
He had tied her hands behind her back, and he was ramming his cock in and out of her mouth, nice and hard.
Susan could hear the same kind of slapping sound that she had heard when he had been fucking her face back in her apartment.
She had never expected him to be doing this in his dressing room. After all, the idea of using her apartment had been so no one would hear, and now, he was doing pretty much of the same thing in his dressing room.
Susan kept thinking that if he had done it there the first time, Alan never would have seen the come stains, and he never would have tied her up.
He started to lick his lips then, and he seemed to know how much he was turning her on. He was, too, for Susan could feel the way her cunt was getting wetter.
"Come here," he said to her, and he still thrust in and out of Mary's mouth, although he paid very little attention to her.
As soon as he could, he grabbed Susan by the arm, and he pulled her closer. He moved his lips to hers, and she felt his tongue pressing into her mouth, she thought that she was going to faint.
It was one of the hottest kisses she could ever imagine. He started to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth faster.
Then, she felt one hand on her tit. He was massaging it through her blouse, and she could feel her nipple getting stiffer.
He felt it, too, since she was wearing no bra, and even if she had been, he would have known that she was getting turned on, because of the way that she was moaning.
"Mmmmm, Susan, you taste good," he said, and just then, Mary pulled her head away from his cock and looked up at them.
"What the fuck is going on, Philip? I thought that you wanted me."
"Shut up and keep sucking," he said, and he moved his hand behind her head and rammed his cock back into her mouth.
He could tell that Mary wasn't into it now, because she was feeling left out, but he really didn't give a shit.
He kept ramming his cock in and out of her mouth anyway, and since her hands were bound behind her back, she could do nothing.
Meanwhile, he was starting to open Susan's blouse buttons.
As he did, Susan loved the way his flesh felt against hers. His fingers were so soft, and when he had her blouse open all the way, he moved his lips down to one nipple and started to suck on it gently.
She felt his tongue flicking back and forth over the tip of it.
She felt the way it stiffened even more, and she moaned softly.
"I knew that you would like it," he told her, and he exhaled, so that his warm breath was blowing over her nipple.
She felt the way he started to slide her shirt down over her shoulders, and when she felt it falling to the floor, she moved her arms behind her back.
In many ways, he seemed to like it, although he had no idea of why she was doing it, but would find out shortly.
He thought she was trying to act like she was bound, even though he remembered how many times she had told him she hated being bound.
He started to fuck Mary's face harder, and within a few more seconds, he could feel the way his cock was throbbing.
He started to shoot his load into her mouth while he started to kiss Susan on the lips again. That time, he wrapped his arms around Susan tight, so that her tits were pressing against his hairy chest.
Susan was so turned on then, that she wrapped her arms around his neck.
However, she had had her eyes closed, but he had not, and when he saw it on her wrists, he couldn't believe it.
He said nothing right away. Instead, he just kept thrusting in and out of Mary's mouth, because it was feeling so good, and he didn't want to detract from the pleasure.
He didn't even say anything after he had finished coming, because of the after orgasm pleasure that he could still feel. Plus, he wanted to see if Mary would be able to keep his cock hard in her mouth, because he had every intention of using it on Susan within the next few minutes.
Then, when he knew that his cock would stay hard, he pulled it out of the redhead's mouth, and broke his embrace with Susan.
Both of them looked at him. It was almost as if they both knew that he had room only for one, and wanted to know which one he would chose.
He leaned down and placed his hands under Mary's armpits, then lifted her to her feet. As he did, he kissed her gently on he lips, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. But he didn't put any passion behind it. It was more or less a mechanical move..
As he pulled his mouth back, he slapped her playfully on the ass.
"Get dressed and I'll see you on stage soon, kid," he said.
"What? Philip, what're you talking about? I came here for a hot time."
"If you can't get hot sucking my dick, then that's too bad, baby. I'm really not in the mood for fucking now."
He looked at Susan, and could see an expression of disappointment on her face. At least that was the way he wanted to interpret it.
"I have to talk with Susan about some more props," he said then, and Mary smiled.
"All right. Just as long as you two don't do anything that I wouldn't do."
"Don't worry," he said, as she slipped into her clothing.
There were a few moments of silence as she dressed, and then, as soon as she had left the room, Susan sat down.
"Now, what kind of props were you wanting to talk to me about?" she asked.
"About whips and ropes, and those burns on your wrists," he said.
She had purposely worn pants and a long sleeved blouse that day, and when she heard him talking about the burns, she pulled the blouse sleeves down lower.
It was too late to cover up, though. He had already seen them, and he knew what she was trying to do by pulling her sleeves down.
He grabbed her arms and pushed them back up. The rope burns were quite evident. There were red marks that went all the way around her wrists, and when he moved his hand there, and touched them, she moaned softly.
"I thought you weren't into something like that," he said to her.
"I thought that I wasn't into it, too."
She could see the way his cock had stayed stiff, and she saw the way it was bobbing up and down then, almost in anticipation. There was a thick drop of come at the head, so she knew that he really had to be aroused. After all, he knew that Mary had sucked his other load all out, so this pre-come drop was from another stage of arousal.
"What happened to you then?" he asked her. "I remember years back. That was what made it so . . . ,well, I don't even know how to describe it."
"Dull," she said to him, and they both laughed.
"I guess you could say that. When I first started with you, it was hot, but once you let me know that you didn't like to be tied up, there was nothing that I could do to keep myself turned on."
"As I remember, you had no trouble getting this dick to stay up."
"No, that's true," he told her, and he looked down at his cock with pride. "I know that's very true, but that still doesn't mean I was turned on. Once my dick is hard, it'll stay that way until it shoots, but it doesn't mean that I have to be turned on to get it to shoot off."
"Bullshit. I'd like to see you come without being turned on."
He laughed, and then told her what he thought she was thinking. He thought that she wanted to get him turned on so that he would come and not fuck her.
"You must realize how much I want you again," he said to her.
"You stars and your egos," she told him. "All you want to do is fuck me so that you'll have another conquest. I know the way the male mind works."
"And how does your husband's mind work?" he asked.
She was stunned, and she took a step back. For a few seconds, she was sure that he knew all about Alan, but then, he explained.
"I just mean this. Yesterday you told me that you weren't into getting tied and that you loved your husband. Today, I see that someone had to have tied you. Let me see what's happening down here?"
Before she could stop him, he had moved his hands down to her pants. He had just grabbed some of the material and pulled them up over her ankles, so that he could see the red leather rope bums there, too.
"What's happening with you and your husband?" he asked her, smiling. "He seems to like tying you up, or else, you lied to me and someone else has been doing it. In that case, I don't like you very much, because you know how much I wanted you."
"It was my husband," she said, and she was biting her lower lip in the hopes of trying to choke back her tears.
Philip leaned back against his dressing room table, and Susan loved the way his cock just kept sticking out. As he saw the way she was looking at it, he moved his hand down and started to jerk his shaft. He had done that just to make sure she was watching, and as he massaged himself, he was quite positive.
"What happened with your husband?" he asked her, and Susan started to tell him.
She told him all about how her husband had thought she'd cheated on him, and how he had wanted to get his revenge on her.
He had just sprung it on her, and before she could do anything, she was already bound. Once that happened, there was nothing more she could do but take what he had to dish out to her.
"Did you cheat on him?" was what Philip asked next.
"No, it was you. It was you, Philip. You're the one he suspects."
"What?"
"I didn't mean it like that. When you and Mary used my bed, you left a lot of stains there and Alan saw them. He thought that I had been in bed with someone."
Suddenly, Philip pulled his hand back and slapped her hard across the face. She felt the sting, and sensed the anger behind the slap, but there was still a nice feeling that went along with it too.
Susan had even noticed it the night before. Even though she had not liked the idea of being bound, there was a difference between not liking the idea of something and actually feeling something. There had been pleasure at many points when Alan had been abusing her the night before, and she had' hid some of her feelings, but at other times, her passions had been so great, that she couldn't hide the feelings.
She was mad at Philip for slapping her though, and she raised a hand to hit him back.
He held up his hand to stop her, and she burst into tears.
"Why the fuck did you do that to me?" she said to him.
"Because you told your husband that it was me in your bed."
"I swear to you that I didn't," she said to him. "That was why he tied me. He wanted to find out who was there, but I wouldn't tell him. I had made you a promise, Philip, and I plan on keeping it."
"You mean that he has no idea that I used your apartment?"
"No. None whatsoever," she said, and suddenly, his whole mood changed.
He pulled her closer to him, and planted his lips on hers. He kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
Susan wished that she was naked, so that she could feel his naked flesh rubbing against hers, and it was almost as if he could read her mind. For within a few more minutes, he was pulling her blouse all the way off.
He had opened it partially before, but he hadn't pulled it off her shoulders, and while she had been talking to him, she had even started to button it up again, because she felt strange, were anyone to walk in and see her.
But he opened it again, fast, and then he threw it on the floor. Nest, he started to open her pants and she let him slide then down.
Then, he moved his hand to her pussy and started to finger her. She loved the way his fingers danced lightly over her cunt lips, and she could feel the way they were getting wetter and wetter by the second.
He started to finger her clit, and she moaned softly.
Then, he started to sink to his knees in front of her, and he moved his mouth right to her cunt. Susan loved the way it felt when he thrust his tongue into her and started to wiggle her clit back and forth, fast. She thought that her knees were going to give out on her, because of the raise; passion running through her.
She moved her hands to his shoulders for support, and he started to suck on her cunt even harder. Within a few more minutes, she was getting into a nice thrusting rate, pressing her cunt backk and forth against his face.
Then, as he started to lick his way up her body, running his tongue up her flat white belly, toward her breasts, she closed her eyes.
Philip knew that it was the moment to make his move.
He reached for his belt, which was on the floor. Before she had come into the dressing room, he had been whipping Mary's back lightly, to keep her turned on.
Now that Susan had her eyes closed, and even more so, now that he knew she had gotten into it once, he knew that he could do it to her.
Before she even knew what was happening, he had turned her around, and had pulled both of her hands behind her back. He started to bind her wrists together with the leather belt, and as soon as she felt it, something strange happened.
She just got right into it. She thought about how totally submissive she had been the night before, only because once she was tied, there was no other way to be.
She thought about how hot it had been when her husband had been doing the right things to turn her on. When he had been fucking her in certain ways, she had been coming in all directions, and loving it.
There had been moments of pain, but overall, she recalled liking it. Of course, she had thought about it a lot that morning, and she had decided one thing.
She could never let Alan know how much she liked it, because if she did, she was sure that he would be doing it to her all the time. That idea didn't even seem as bad as it once might have, but she didn't want to risk it.
She knew what a tender lover Philip could be, however, since she had made love to him once before, ,and had seen him with Mary a few days back.
So as she felt herself being bound, and started to get that totally submissive feeling running through her, she started to moan.
Philip had her tied tight with the belt, and he reached for another one. He lashed it lightly at her smooth white buttocks, and she moaned with pleasure.
Then, he turned her back around, and smiled at her. He whipped her tits lightly with the leather belt, and his aim was perfect. The leather hit her right on her nipples, and she moaned softly.
Since her nipples were both hard as rock, they were quite sensitive to touch.
Philip started to push her down on her knees, in front of him.
"I'm going to fuck you this time," he said to her. "I want you to know that. But I'd like to try and remember what a hot mouth you had, so you suck my dick now, you hot bitch. You suck my dick for me."
And basically, that was what he let her do. She had thought, when she first felt him pushing her down, that he would fuck her face. After all, were he to start doing that, she couldn't do anything to stop him. And she had seen him fucking Mary's face on more than one occasion, now.
But he didn't do that with her. He stood in front of her, and the thick head of his cock was inches from her lips. He made no move to bring it closer to her, but waited for her to stick her tongue out.
Then, he started to press his cock toward her mouth, and when she had the head in between her lips, she expected him to drive it into her throat.
He didn't do that either, and that surprised her as well. Instead, he started to move his cock slowly in and out of her mouth, and when he had it in so that the thick head of it was near her throat, he used no force.
She thought that was so nice of him, and she waited a second, then inhaled, then moved her mouth all the way down.
She felt the cock head in her throat, and felt her nose being pressed against his pubic patch. His low hanging balls were also pressed against her chin, and she was moaning louder and louder around his dick.
He started to play with her nipples then.
He plucked at them gently until he made sure that they were throbbing and stiff, and then he started to twist them around. She could feel the pleasure surging through her, and moaned louder and louder as it was happening. Her throat spasmed around his cock a little bit, too.
She couldn't get over the way her nipples were feeling.
She knew that it was because they were stiff, that she was able to feel a throbbing pleasure, even when he was twisting them.
Susan started to move her mouth back a little bit, and Philip didn't mind.
He loved the way that the was using her tongue, and he was planning on telling her how much he loved it, later on. But he knew that you didn't do something like that in the middle of a bondage scene. It would be like taking away from some of the power that the master displays over his victim.
He felt the way his cock was starting to pulsate harder in her mouth, but he knew that he didn't want to come there.
So he pulled back, and she let out a moan of disgust.
It was met with a harsh slap across the face, as if he wanted to let her know that she had no right doing something like that.
She looked so hot down on her knees, but he moved his hands under her arms and pulled her up into a standing position.
He threw her over the dressing table chair, so that her tits were almost hanging down and touching the seat. Her ass was nice and exposed, and Susan could feel the cool breeze blowing over her buttocks, long before he started to hit them. When he did, she felt the hard stinging slaps, but there was pleasure, too.
He started to whack her ass harder and harder, and then, she felt the way his hard warm cock was touching her buttocks.
She could really feel a heat emanating from his dick, and when he moved it between her legs, closer to her pussy, she started to moan even louder.
Philip rammed his dick into her cunt, nice and hard, so that his groin slapped against her ass as he first entered her. She started to moan, even more, when he moved his fingers around and started to massage her clit.
"You think I wouldn't know that my dick doesn't make contact with your clit from this kind of position?" he asked her, and she had been thinking that very same thought, until, he had moved his fingers.
His fast fingers worked her hard clit over well, wiggling it back and forth, and when he could catch it between his fingers, he would pinch it, too. Her cunt was so wet, though, and her clit was so slippery, that he had a lot of trouble grasping it at time, and his fingers would be sliding all over her cunt walls.
Still, the actual physical contact to her clit was enough to keep her turned on.
Philip wanted to see just how much, so he stopped thrusting at one point. It was a kind of test, and it proved his point.
For when he stopped moving, she started to thrust back and forth like a mad woman, who wanted to keep the cock moving in her cunt. She rammed herself back hard, so that her buttocks kept slapping against his dick.
He was loving it. It was almost as good as having a woman on top of him, riding his cock up and down, because all he had to do was remain stationary, and the pleasures would flow through his body because of the cunt movement around his dick.
"Yes, keep thrusting, you hot bitch," he moaned, and he slapped her ass again and pinched her hard clit at the same time.
The whole dressing room reeked of sex then, and when they heard a knock on the door, they both stopped moving.
He slid his hand over her mouth, because she was having a lot of trouble catching her breath, and he managed to yell out.
"Yes. Who is it? What do you want out there?"
"It's me, Don," the director said. "We're all waiting for you."
"Shit, Don, I'm right in the middle of something. I mean, someone. Just give me a few more minutes, all right?"
"Shit, Philip, you know I hate when this happens. You know that . . . "
"Look, man, don't hassle me. You know that you got the money to do this show on my name, and if I quit, your up shit's creek. I just need a few more minutes. Work around me. Do that five minute bit when I'm not on stage. Go over it with the others."
"All right, whatever you say," the director said to him.
Susan, couldn't have been happier. The fact that he had wanted to keep fucking her, rather than going back to rehearsal, meant a lot to her. She knew what a skilled actor he was, and how seriously he took his work. But obviously, he was taking her a hell of a lot more seriously than his work, and she loved it.
She started to move again as she felt him slap her ass and give her the go ahead, and soon, the cock-cunt contact was working for both of them again.
Susan felt the sweat pouring off her ass, and at time, she could feel the way he was rubbing it right back into her flesh.
Then, he started to move his fingers toward her asshole. She could feel him rubbing his fingers all over her buttocks, and he started to get them all wet, so that when he moved them to her asshole, he could slide them in easily.
He didn't just start with one finger. Instead, he started to work in two at a time, and when her asshole had loosened up enough so that she could take in a third, he slid another finger into her.
She could feel her whole body loosening up more, even though his fingers were not long enough to touch her tender sphincter muscle. Still and all, it was one of the greatest fucks that she could remember.
She started to come so hard around his cock, that she felt him slow down, and knew that if he had kept thrusting, he probably would have come. She loved it even more because they had already been going at it for a couple of minutes, and had he wanted to come, he would have had every right to do so.
By slowing down, of course, he just prolonged the pleasures for both of them, and soon, she was having another orgasm.
That time, Philip started to fuck her faster and harder. He could feel how nice her cunt was around his cock, spasming, and giving his boner a nice massage, and he did think he shouldn't keep the director waiting too long.
He started to play with her clit even more as he felt his cock pulsing, and then, he leaned forward and started to lick her neck.
Susan was sure that he remembered what a sensitive neck she had, but he was just doing it because her sweat tasted good.
He moaned that he was starting to come, just as he shot the first load into her. Susan moaned louder, because she could feel his juices pouring into her, and although her cunt had been nice and hot to begin with, she felt even hotter because of the heat from his warm come.
He kept thrusting as he was coming, and she could feel herself being filled even more. She loved it, at one point, when he thrust in deep and held himself there, grinding himself against her buttocks. She felt how wet his pubic patch was, or at least she thought that it was wet.
When it came right down to it, she thought, the wetness could have easily come from her ass first, and it could have rubbed off onto his pubic patch.
She was glad that she was leaning over the chair, because she knew that her knees were buckling, and there was no sense in trying to fight it. Any attempt that would be made to fight the oncoming sexual orgasms would have just detracted from their power, she knew, and she wanted hers to be as high as possible.
His hairy chest rubbed all over her back, too, and although she wasn't sure, she thought that she could feel his nipples throbbing against her flesh.
"Oh shit, that was sensational," he was moaning, and he kept licking her neck, which kept her very much turned on.
Then, he pulled himself back, and rubbed his dick over her buttocks.
He started to untie her arms then, and when she turned around, she moved her hands to his neck, pulled him closer, then kissed him hard on the lips.
"That was one of the most sensational fucks of my life."
"I hope so," he told her. "If this play is a hit, you and I will be working with each other for many weeks. I hope that we can get it on more."
She said nothing, and his look was a puzzled one. He was trying to figure out what was going on in her head, but later, she told him that she would have to think about it.
And that was just what she did, all day, and for many days to come.
The thing was this. Once, she had hated the idea of being tied up, but then, all of a sudden, Alan had sprung it on her. She had made him think that she hated it, and she didn't really want him to think anything else.
After all, were he to imagine that she loved it, he might want to do it to her all the time, and she didn't know if she wanted that.
Philip seemed to be a safe bet. She thought it could be fun having him as a lover, so that he would be the only one to tie her.
But she knew something else. She only liked Philip sexually, whereas with Alan, it was really a case of true love.
She knew that she would feel guilty cheating on her husband, but then again, it seemed to be the best thing to do. And when she thought about the way he had punished her for cheating, before she had even cheated, that was the deciding factor.
Philip would be her bondage lover; Alan would be her loving husband.
She really didn't know if it would be proper for her to do something like that, but she didn't seem to care much, either.
That was the way it had to be. After all, Philip had what it took to turn her on, but Alan was the man whom she loved.