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My first threesome.


She reached beneath her panties and slipped a finger between her swollen lips - she moaned at the pleasure she felt and wished she could just finish herself off on the spot.

He caught her. "That's enough touching - lick your finger for me."

She blushed and hesitated.

"Do it now," he ordered her.

She felt compelled to follow his orders - she looked him in the eyes as she licked her finger, enjoying her taste and smell.

He abruptly left the room; she was scared but trusted him.

He returned with his favorite red "power" tie. He kissed her and positioned her so that she was laying on her back - he used the tie to bind her right hand to the headboard. He took a moment to survey his conquest - splayed on the bed, both arms tied above her, on either side of her head, her camisole astray, her panties very very wet, her heels digging into the bed. He gave her a devilish grin as he removed her panties - he could see the moisture glistening on her pussy - she was loving this. He was so hard, he could cum at any moment - but he would work hard to savior this.

He started at her ankles, caressing them and kissing the inside of her Achilles heel. He made his way up her calves, loving how the heels showed them off when she walked away from him. He massaged them and trailed kisses up her left leg then her right. When he reached her knees, he spread her legs as far as was comfortable for her, using his thumbs to gently massage her inner thighs.

By this time, she was writhing in the bed, unable to use her hands to hurry him along. He leaned over her and placed his face next to her pussy. She lifted her hips in a desperate attempt to make contact with his lips - but he backed away and left her writhing in frustration.

He slipped a thumb between her lips and gently rubbed her clit - watching her tug at her restraints. She was so wet, his finger easily slipped inside of her. She bent her head back and moaned his name - begging him not to stop, begging him to fuck her. That would be too easy he thought.

She groaned when he removed his fingers from her. He told her, "Lift your hips."

Again, she did as she was ordered. She lifted her hips and watched him move one of his pillows beneath her. His prize was now inches higher.

With her arms tied, her hips sitting on top of the pillow and her heels planted in the mattress for leverage, she was completely helpless and his for the taking. He held her knees and spread them apart, stretching her legs. He kissed the inside of her knee and made his way down her thighs - she moaned his name and begged for mercy. She could feel him laugh against her pussy - his breath tickling her. He rubbed her lips with his thumbs and slowly spread them.

She arched her back as he finally licked her - lapping her juices. For a minute he forgot about pleasing her - he was consumed with the taste of her, the feel of her legs on either side of him, he drove his tongue as deep into her as possible - enjoying the extra access the pillow beneath her granted him.

She wanted to hold his head and direct him, but her tied arms prevented her from doing anything except moan and beg. He took his time with her - getting drunk off of her juices and his new found power.

He alternated between pleasuring her with his lips, his tongue and his fingers, at times barely touching her and at others driving into her as forcibly as he dared. All the while, she wriggled beneath him, forced to helplessly receive the onslaught. He didn't know what was more exciting: knowing that he was driving her this crazy, watching this normally calm, cool, collected woman lose complete control, or exercising this new found seductive power over her. It was completely up to him how she would climax, when she would climax and how powerfully.

He had been loving her long enough to know when she was close to reaching an orgasm.

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