(WARNING: This story contains explicit scenes of sexual intercourse in a bondage environment)
‘You probably won’t believe what I’m about to tell you!’ giggled Danni as she got two cans of soda from the vending machine in the ‘Ready Room’ at the club.
‘It all started at the office where I work in my case!’ said Danni as she settled on the couch next to Mary. ’During my first week there in fact!’
‘That’s quite some introduction!’ Mary laughed.
‘Yes it was!’ she smiled. ‘It happened like this…’
As I said, I’d only been working there for a few days when one day, I had to deliver some papers to an office on another floor of the building. A friend, Helen, went with me to show me where I had to go. Just as the elevator doors were closing this guy got in with us. He was gorgeous and I think I must have stared at him during the whole journey. He got off a floor below where we were headed but the smile he gave me as he left made me weak at the knees.
‘That’s Robert Fuller! The boss’ son!’ Helen said once he’d gone and the doors were sliding closed behind him.
We delivered the papers and then went back to our department. In the elevator I asked her about Robert and she laughed.
‘He has the same effect on pretty much every woman here!’ she said. ‘With what he has, looks and money, he can take his pick of any woman he wants! And he does, too!’
I must have sighed out loud because Helen started giggling again.
The following day I saw him again…in our department this time. He looked as though he were trying to find someone and I held my breath for a few seconds hoping it was me, until he smiled and walked over to another desk. It was Helen’s.
He talked to her for a few seconds and then they both looked across at me and smiled. Helen said something to him and he nodded and left.
I wanted to go and talk to her right then and find out what he’d been saying but Mrs Corbett, the department head, was a harridan of a woman who wouldn’t stand for ‘her girls’ gossiping when she could see them. Anyhow I waited until lunch and then made my way to Helen as fast as I could.
Helen didn’t say a word. She just took my hand in hers and led me towards the elevators.
I asked her where we were going two or three times but all she did was smile at me. When we reached the elevators she kissed me on the cheek and told me to wait, then she just left me there and walked back the way we’d come from. I called out and asked her what I was supposed to wait for but all she said was,
‘You’ll see soon enough! And you can thank me later!’
‘Don’t question anything, just go with the flow! Everything’s been arranged!’
Sure enough, as she turned away there was a chime to announce the arrival of one of the elevators. The doors slid open and there he was, smiling at me. He was dressed in a plain white shirt and dark pants with a dark blue cravat around his neck. The pants had embroidered piping down the legs in red and gold and he was wearing soft leather boots that reached his calves. He reminded me instantly of a flamenco dancer I’d seen once whilst on holiday in Spain.
‘Get in!’ he said.
I didn’t need telling twice though my legs felt weak as I stepped through the doors. I didn’t see which button he pushed because I was concentrating solely on his eyes, steely grey but in no way cold. I remember shivering slightly as he looked me over. I guessed that he was trying to imagine what I was like under my drab office clothes and I nearly began to unbutton my blouse right there so that he could see.
Instead, he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to mine.
He kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as my lips parted. My knees buckled and the only thing that stopped me from collapsing there and then was his body pressing against me and pinning me to the wall. He stabbed at one of the buttons and then turned his attention back to me. I felt the gentle lurch as the elevator stopped between floors. He stepped back slightly and looked into my eyes as if he was searching for something.
Apparently satisfied by what he saw he stepped forward again and began to kiss my neck.
I stood there and did nothing, not wanting to move in case he thought I was unwilling to continue.
As he continued to kiss my neck I could feel his hands exploring my upper body, cupping my breasts and squeezing gently. I know I wanted more and I remember pushing myself away from the lift wall and towards him, pressing my tits firmly into his hands. I’ve never needed to wear a bra and I knew he’d be able to feel that through the material of my blouse. He closed his fingers and thumbs together trapping my nipples between them, squeezing them through the cotton of my blouse. I heard a gasp and a soft groan and then realised they came from my throat as his fingers continued to tweak at my erect nipple flesh.
Abruptly he stepped away from me and pushed the button that restarted the elevator.
‘Where are we going?’ I asked breathlessly.
‘My office.’ he replied.
I desperately wanted to feel his hands on me again but when I tried to move towards him he stepped away and just said,
His smile was amused but not mocking as the elevator stopped on the top floor and he stepped out into the corridor and beckoned for me to follow him. At the far end of the corridor he opened a door and ushered me into the room beyond
I was surprised by the small size of the room until I realised that this was merely his secretary’s office. He moved past the unoccupied desk and opened another door, which he held for me to go through. The entire office was done out in wood panelling, even the floor and ceiling were wood.
He closed the door behind us and then he was with me again, pulling me close and kissing me as forcefully as he had in the elevator. His hands closed around my breasts again and I pushed myself towards him once more.
I slid a hand between our bodies in a blatant attempt to feel his manhood but his hands moved up to my shoulders and then quickly slid down to my elbows where he pushed and twisted them slightly until he’d forced my arms behind my back.
He held me like that, his arms wrapped around my body and pushing my elbows together behind me, all the time kissing me with an almost frantic intensity.
When he eventually let go of me I was gasping for breath but my hands went straight for the buttons on my blouse. I was desperate to give myself to him.
His hands seized my wrists before I realised he’d moved to stop me.
‘Patience!’ he said. ‘If you keep trying to rush things I’m going to have to tie you up!’
I giggled nervously. I’d noticed in recent years that I got a sort of tingle in my body whenever I saw characters on TV or in the movies that were tied up, especially if there was some sort of sexual threat implied. I’d never tried it but the idea had crossed my mind more than once or twice and I’d felt it again moments before as he’d held my elbows tightly together whilst he ravished my mouth with his probing tongue.
Almost as if he could read my mind he said,
‘Maybe that’s what you want though!’
I took a deep breath and said the first thing that came to my mind.
‘You can have me any way you want me!’
He raised his eyebrows at me but his smile broadened.
‘Are you sure about that?’ he asked.
I nodded hesitantly.
I wasn’t surprised when he produced a key from one of his jacket pockets and then proceeded to extract several lengths of rope from the bottom of a cabinet that he unlocked with the key. He moved behind me and dropped all but one of the ropes on the floor at my feet. The other rope he carefully draped over my shoulders before moving in front of me and gently pulling at the loose ends of the rope until they fell to the floor evenly matched.
Next he tied a series of knots that made the twin lengths into a single column of rope that hung from my neck and dangled down the front of my body to brush the floor. The highest knot was at the point where my breasts began to curve and swell from my chest whilst the lowest brushed against my thighs.
I expected him to tell me to take off my clothes before he went any further but he merely told me to remove my panties and shoes and then he moved behind me and pulled the doubled, knotted length between my legs and pulled it up until he could tie it off at the back of my neck. It wasn’t tight but I could feel all of the knots down the front of my body and most especially the ones that were between my legs, brushing against my pouting sex lips.
He stooped and lifted another length of rope from the floor.
Moments later I could feel him tying the new length to the connection at the back of my neck. He told me to stretch my arms out to the side and then he passed one of the loose ends beneath each of my arms, reached around and hooked the rope through the rope that hung down in front of me so that it was above the highest knot. As he pulled the rope taut I felt the first rope pull tighter around me.
He created a knot where the two ropes pulled against each other and then fed the rope back under my arms and around behind me, knotting the two lengths around the doubled first rope and then taking the loose ends back around to my front and hooking them through the double column above the second knot, which he then pulled tight again, spreading the double rope length to either side and forming a diamond shape.
He continued down my body in this manner, the ropes pulling tighter and tighter with each new loop of cord he applied to the harness he was weaving around my body.
I giggled. My skirt was being pulled up between my thighs as the knotted crotch rope was drawn between my slightly spread legs and pulled tight, drawing a gasp from me as I felt the cords slip into the gash of my sex, rubbing against the sensitive flesh, the first of the knots settled against my clitoral hood and then, having secured the rope with a final knot at the small of my back, he was in front of me again.
'Now what?' I asked as he walked around me and examined his handiwork.
In answer he dragged a plain wooden chair across the floor and arranged it behind me.
I did as he said but found that I was only half on the seat and lifted myself to move further back on the chair.
'No!' he said. 'Stay where you are!'
I giggled nervously at the authoritative tone that had entered his voice.
Walking behind me he placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back until I felt the wooden arch of the chair back pressing against my flesh just below my shoulder blades. His hands left my shoulders but seized my elbows and pulled back so that my arms were between the upright bars of the chair back. With amazing swiftness he bound my wrists together and then added a rope just above my elbows, pulling them even tighter together than when he’d used his hands earlier. Finally he tied this rope to the centre bar of the three uprights.
As my arms were drawn together I could feel my breasts pushing against the front of my blouse, the material stretched tautly across my chest. I gasped as I saw the unmistakable outline of my firm nipples where they pressed against the cotton. They seemed bigger and firmer than I could ever remember having seen them before.
Next he crouched in front of me and pushed my knees wide apart then bent each leg back at the knee so that he could tie my ankles to the bracers between the chair legs. When he'd finished tying my ankles in place he raised his gaze towards my face and I couldn't help but see his smile as his eyes passed over the pointed outthrust of cotton where my nipples strained against their confinement.
I felt the warm tingle of blood rushing through me and knew that I was blushing profusely.
His hands rested lightly on my thighs and I took a tremulous breath as they slid towards the hem of my skirt but they merely brushed the material as they moved to the ropes that circled my waist. His fingers sought to insert themselves between the tight cords and the material of my clothing and then they edged along the course of those bindings to the knot at the apex of my pubic mound from which the crotch rope began its tantalizing course between my, now widespread, crotch.
He stood again and moved behind me. His hands gently grasped my head and tipped it back, then he leant down and our lips met in a crazy inverted kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth again but explored afresh from the new angle. He broke the kiss and looked down at my body, smiling as his fingers brushed across my tits, exploring them again but with gentler, more caressing touches than before. His thumbs danced around my straining nipples and I felt waves of heat spreading throughout my body.
The tightening of the ropes hadn’t only pulled my skirt between my thighs. As the constriction of my body had begun so the material of my blouse had been pulled tight against my skin, tightening around my breasts as the central double length first nestled between them and then was spread apart by the second rope which pulled the entire web tighter about me, moulding itself to my form. The cotton had drawn tighter still as he’d pulled my arms through the bars at the back of the chair and secured them in place. I was a little surprised that nothing had come undone as my chest had been thrust forwards by the position of my arms and more and more strain had been placed on the fastenings.
I almost whimpered when he stopped what he was doing and walked around in front of me but I was mesmerized as he removed his tie and began to unbutton his shirt, slowly and tantalizingly, teasing me with the slow unveiling of his torso. With the buttons undone he tugged the shirt from the waistband of his pants but he didn’t remove the shirt. Instead he left it as it was, offering the briefest glimpses of the skin beneath until he moved to walk around me again and the breeze of his motion caused the shirt to billow slightly to either side and reveal a well-toned, muscular frame.
He stepped up close behind me and tilted my head back once again so that I was looking up into his eyes.
‘Will you let me gag you?’ he asked.
I was surprised by his question.
‘I don’t see that I have much choice in the matter!’ I said with a faint smile.
‘You always have a choice! That’s why I’m asking if you’ll let me!’
I could see that he was serious and that he required an answer from me. A flood of images from those TV shows rushed through my mind. I felt my body tingling with arousal as I nodded my consent.
He leant down and kissed me gently on my forehead, his left hand softly caressing my cheek.
‘Open wide!’ he whispered.
My lips parted and I felt something pushing past them. It was hard and plastic but the shape was familiar. I felt a strap being tightened around my face pulling the object deeper into my mouth. Something pressed against the skin around my open mouth and the gag was buckled in place. I sat there with my head tilted back, looking into his smiling eyes, my lips wrapped tightly around a short length of plastic cock and wished it was him filling my mouth.
His hands moved from near my head and I expected him to reach for my breasts again but instead they moved to the top of my blouse and unfastened the top button. He gently pulled at the small opening that appeared, inserting his fingers into the gap and taking a firmer grip before yanking his hands violently apart.
The ropes stopped the blouse from fully opening but I felt the top buttons tearing free and heard the soft patter as they fell to the floor. My eyes had widened in surprise at the suddenness of his action, my head jerking forward to look down at the damage to my blouse.
His hands were moving down my body, tugging at the opening in my blouse, easing the material apart, pausing only to give a sharp tug when another button stopped his progress. When he reached the waistband of my skirt he pulled impatiently at the cotton until it slid free. He stepped back and then moved around in front of me.
Two inches of bare flesh showed in the gap he’d created and now he began to slowly expand that area.
Once again his fingers reached for the top of my blouse and gently tugged it open, sliding it across my flesh. He spent a few moments easing the cotton under the rope that looped over my shoulders and around my neck before moving inch by inch down my body, widening the area of exposed flesh. When he’d finished this second traverse my blouse was spread wide open except for my breasts where he seemed to have deliberately arranged things so that the material clung to them and seemed to accentuate their curve and swell.
I could still see the hard points of my nipples pressing against the cotton as if they were seeking to pierce the material and find freedom.
He moved again to stand behind me and tilt my head back but this time he alternated gazing into my eyes with looking down the length of my body as he concentrated on pulling my blouse further open and sliding the material over my shoulders. As the gap at the top widened so the rest of the garment was pulled slowly up my body.
I gasped as the cotton began to brush across my nipples.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. His gaze kept switching back to my eyes and I could see the raw, lustful passion of the man. The whole, slow unveiling of my body was a part of his enjoyment and he wouldn’t be rushed. Twice he’d stopped me from disrobing earlier just so that he could do the job himself in this bizarre but totally erotic manner.
A few moments before thoughts had been crashing through my mind such as how was I supposed to go back to my department with my blouse ruined in this way, how was I supposed to even get to my locker and retrieve my bag and coat? But they were only the briefest of thoughts, mere flashes of worrisome detail that were completely washed away as he began his task of removing my blouse.
The blouse began to tear apart at the shoulder as he forced it down my arms but he didn’t stop and by this point I just frankly didn’t care. At last he stopped.
My midriff was now bare and I could feel the fibres of the ropes pressing against my skin. The blouse was still covering my breasts for the most part, though it had begun to slide up the inner slopes of the valley.
He stepped away from me for a moment and when he returned he showed me a pair of long bladed scissors. Moving behind me again he stroked my cheek with the cool metal for a few seconds before going to work and cutting the blouse away from my shoulders and arms.
Again I had those flashes of worry in my head but he must have realised because he bent over me and whispered,
‘Don’t worry! Everything’s been arranged!’
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that but somehow it washed away my concerns.
Next he cut away the blouse from beneath my breasts and I realised why he’d had me sit on the edge of the seat. In this way he was able to reach in behind me and cut the blouse away to a point where a single sharp tug caused the material to part and pull free in his hand.
Now only my tits were covered and he stood in front of me staring at the band of white cotton he’d left in place.
He removed his shirt and dropped it atop the tatters of what had once been my blouse, somewhere at the back of the chair, the scissors were deposited on top of that and then he reached forward and took hold of the final obstruction. As slowly as he’d done everything before, he peeled the material away from my flesh.
When my breasts were fully revealed he sighed contentedly and released the loose ends of the cotton strip. His left hand dipped between my thighs and gently tweaked the crotch rope. My clit was still within its protective hood, unable to find egress because of the ropes and my trapped skirt, but it was still aroused and highly sensitive. As the rope moved it rubbed my skirt across my clitoral hood and the protective flesh squeezed around my sex bud, unknowingly massaging it and sending torrents of sexual ecstasy through me. I arched as much as my bondage allowed and as my tits were thrust towards him Robert fell upon them, sucking hard at my nipples. I relaxed but Robert had wrapped his arms around my body and was holding me in the arched position as he explored my tits with his mouth and tongue. My breasts were so aroused that I felt my nipples would explode and all Robert’s attentions were doing was to drive those feelings to an almost unbearable level.
Again he seemed to know exactly what he was doing to me and stopped his assault just when I thought I couldn’t take any more.
He moved to the back of the chair again and tugged the dangling remains of my blouse from behind the ropes at my back. Then he seized the wooden chair back and pulled, tilting the chair backwards until it rested against his abdomen, balanced on its back legs. He took a tiny step back and the chair tilted further.
I felt myself sliding easily back on the seat until my shoulder blades pressed against him. Looking down I was shocked to see the glistening of my own moisture on the chair seat. It wasn’t just that the moisture was there that surprised me; it was the sheer amount of it. I could actually see my juices trickling down the slope and back towards my cunt.
Suddenly his right hand closed gently around my right breast whilst his left hand reached further down and took hold of the hem of my skirt. With the same slow, deliberateness he began to pull my skirt up, dragging the section trapped behind the crotch rope across my vagina and making me squirm in my seat. I was a quivering wreck by the time the hem of my skirt eventually slipped free of the knot above my clitoral hood. He eased the chair back down onto all four legs and then ducked down to snatch up the scissors again.
It didn’t take long for the remains of my skirt to join the shreds of my blouse on the floor.
He moved around and knelt in front of me again and I felt myself trembling with anticipation as his hands moved towards the rope that was spreading my pussy lips wide open. He managed to force a finger from each hand between the two strands and push them inside of me for a second before forcing them apart and spreading the cords. He slid his fingers upwards towards the knot above my clit hood and as the ropes parted so my clit sprang free, colliding with his fingers and sending a shock through me. With a smile he gazed into my eyes and slipped his fingers from between the ropes, which instantly closed together, trapping my clit between them.
I screamed futilely through the gag and my body arched upwards once again as I tried to tear myself free of the chair, but my movements only succeeded in making the ropes rub together around my tortured sex button and increase the intensity of my muffled screams. I slumped in my seat, tears streaming down my face, sobbing uncontrollably.
He stood up in front of me, kicking off his boots, unfastening his pants and pushing them down his legs. His erection sprang free and I felt my arousal despite the pain that still pulsed from my agonised clit. He walked around me slowly and my eyes followed his cock so that I found myself attempting to twist around on the chair in order not to lose sight of it.
The upright bars of the chair back groaned but remained in place.
He stopped directly behind me and stepped forward pushing himself against my back.
I sighed with frustration and desire as I felt his member press against my back, between my shoulders and then he stepped away again. I heard a faint clicking sound and then his voice,
‘You can bring her in now!’
My mind didn’t register what he’d said at first but then the door swung open and a brunette wearing a very prim and proper business suit took two steps into the room. She looked me over disdainfully and I blushed deeply.
Robert moved towards her and her eyes switched their gaze from me to him, or rather his cock.
She licked her lips and then held something out towards him that he took from her. She stepped to one side and I realized she’d handed him the end of a silvery chain that now ran from Robert’s hand to a leather band attached around the throat of a girl who was kneeling in the doorway, her head bent forward so that she was looking at the floor in front of herself.
Robert gave a gentle tug on the chain and the girl rose to her feet and stepped fully into the room without lifting her bowed head.
She was totally naked except for the collar and a pair of matching cuffs around each of her wrists.
Her task apparently done, the secretary turned and left the room. As she turned to close the door I could see the look of envy that she cast at me and the other girl.
Robert stepped back towards me, leading the girl by the leash attached to her collar and it was then that I recognised her.
Helen gave me a faint smile as Robert moved behind her and drew her arms back so that he could clip her wrist cuffs together. Satisfied, he pushed her to her knees between my legs and told her to begin.
She smiled at me again as she leant forward, extending her tongue and letting it flick against my trapped clitoris.
I really don’t know quite when it happened but the pain had diffused and a warm glow now permeated the whole area of my genitals. As Helen’s tongue began to play with my clit I groaned with pleasure.
Robert untied the knot that secured my arms to the chair back and then unbuckled the gag. Moving to my side he eased the plastic cock from my mouth.
I glanced up at his smiling face as I leant eagerly towards him and closed my mouth around his hardness. I took as much of him as I could manage at that time…this was before I’d been taught how to deep throat a cock…but it seemed to be enough to please him.
Helen had obviously been taught a few things as well because, despite her flickering tongue, I was never allowed to reach orgasm. I wanted it…god, how I wanted it! But I wasn’t allowed it! The more I wanted to achieve release the more I worked on Robert’s cock in my mouth, knowing that it was he who was in control and hoping that if I could please him enough he would let Helen bring me to climax.
Abruptly he stepped back, pulling himself from my mouth and tearing a frustrated sob from me as he commanded Helen to stop her clitoral assault and release my ankles from their bondage. For his part Robert untied the rope at my wrists and then helped me to my feet before retying them in the small of my back and then moving the chair away.
With Helen on one side of me and Robert on the other they eased me down to the floor, laying me on my back with my bound wrists underneath me, forcing my back into a shallow arch. I’d hoped the web of ropes would be removed so that Robert could give me what I really wanted but it was still in place and my sore clit was still trapped between the cords that split my sex.
Helen straddled me and lowered herself so that her pussy was directly over my face then spread herself along my body and dipped her head once more between my thighs so that she could toy with my clit.
I’d never been with a woman before but I knew what was expected of me. I tentatively extended my tongue until it touched her. I stopped then, unsure of myself, and retracted my tongue.
‘Go on!’ said Robert’s voice above me.
I took a deep breath and extended my tongue again but this time, when it made contact with Helen’s skin, I let it rest there for a moment before licking upwards towards where her pussy waited. When I first felt the start of her gash I stopped again. Closing my eyes I lifted my head from the floor, gently pushed at the opening and felt my tongue slip inside.
Her tongue stopped flicking at my clit for a moment and I heard her groan of pleasure. Moments later I felt something pushing between the ropes and sinking deep into my pussy. It wasn’t fingers this time. A second later the vibrator came to life within me and then Helen’s tongue resumed its attack.
I was beginning to savour the taste of my friend’s juices but the muscles in my neck were starting to feel the strain of my keeping my head raised from the floor so that I could reach her properly.
Once again, with seemingly miraculous foresight, I felt one of Robert’s hands cradle the back of my head and I relaxed my straining neck muscles. A few minutes later he lowered my head to the floor.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him from between my friend’s splayed thighs.
He smiled down at me as he guided his cock towards her pouting pussy and slid himself between her vaginal lips.
I watched as her cunt twitched and then seemed to close around him, grasping his shaft. She stopped licking at my clit again and I heard her sigh as Robert’s cock filled her.
He began to fuck her slowly and I watched his length pistoning in and out of her willing body. After the first couple of strokes his shaft was glistening with her juices.
She continued to alternately sigh and groan with pleasure and desire as he fucked her but, in her sheer joy at the feel of him inside her, she’d forgotten about me.
My clit was screaming for attention, aroused by the vice-like grip of the ropes and then by her tongue and the vibrator that still buzzed inside me. I think I sobbed because Robert realised my situation and slapped Helen’s ass two or three times.
Instead of complaining I heard Helen’s moans of pleasure escalate however, she obviously knew why he’d slapped her because her head dipped down and I felt her lips close around my love switch.
Robert began to fuck her a little faster and I worried that any heightening of her pleasure might lead to a repeat of her abandonment of my clit.
I raised my legs and managed to, at least partially, wrap my thighs around her head trapping her so that she couldn’t pull away from me.
Robert continued to fuck her at a steady, even pace.
I couldn’t get at her pussy properly but my tongue could still reach her clit, hovering just above my face. As I let my tongue brush against her once more I felt her lips sucking even harder at my clit. I felt as if I should be climaxing already but something was stopping me and it added to the frustration I’d been feeling throughout most of this wild experience, a frustration that did nothing more than to accentuate my need for release.
Suddenly Robert slowed his fucking motions and then let himself slide free of Helen’s body. His right hand closed around his shaft and he pointed it at Helen’s ass. The first spurt of jism sprayed across her flesh but then he pointed his cock down at my face and I felt the warmth of his second load splash across my nose and cheeks.
I opened my mouth and a small third spurt hit my lower lip and chin. As if a switch had been thrown I felt my orgasm crashing through me. My legs fell away from Helen’s head, releasing her, but she continued to lap at my clit with her tongue. I couldn’t help but want to scream in ecstasy but, once again, Robert was aware of everything.
He barked a command to Helen, who rolled away from her position straddling my body.
Just as my scream was about to burst from my throat Robert thrust his cock between my lips and filled my mouth, gagging me with himself. My lips automatically closed around him and my scream became a muffled groan of extreme satisfaction. He slumped down on top of me then but I was happy to let him stay there with his cock in my mouth. Then we both became aware of Helen, whimpering off to one side. In my final release I’d stopped licking at her clit and he’d pulled out of her. Her wrist cuffs were still clipped together behind her back so she couldn’t finish herself off.
Robert got off of me and told me I should finish what I’d started so I rolled onto my stomach and wormed my way over to Helen.
She spread her legs for me and I buried my face in her crotch, licking and sucking at her clit and letting my tongue delve deep between her pussy lips.
Robert moved to her side and she took his receding member in her mouth and somehow managed to bring his erection back to life. When he was fully aroused again he grabbed the scissors from the floor and cut the knotted, double rope just above the point where it emerged from the crack of my ass. As he peeled the ropes away the vibrator was dragged from my pussy only to be quickly replaced by his hard manhood.
As Helen began to grind her crotch into my face, Robert fucked me using the same, slow pace he’d used on my friend. She came then, grabbing hold of my hair and crushing my face into her cunt, but she never made a sound.’
‘She told me later that it was something Robert had insisted in training into her.’
‘Do you still work in the same office?’ Mary asked.
‘Same office, different employers!’ Danni said. ‘Robert’s father was bought out a couple of years back and the new owners decided to completely replace the companies’ board of directors and upper management staff!’
‘So what happened to Robert?’
‘Oh, he did all right out of the deal! He retired to a Caribbean island somewhere.’ Danni laughed.
‘What about Helen?’
‘You’ll be meeting her soon!’ Danni smiled. ‘She doesn’t use that name at the club, says she likes to keep that side of her life separate from her regular life! That was something she couldn’t really do at the office cos the two went together, if you know what I mean.’
‘So who is she?’
‘When she’s at the club she goes by the name of Pepsi!’