within her shoes.
The last thing she remembered was watching the porn chick reach a screaming climax with two massive dicks in her ass.
When Chelsea came to again, once again she couldn’t see a thing. Her upper body…arms, head, torso, hips…was all belted in place to some table-like contraption, and her legs were up in the air, spread crazy wide, and bent back, held in place by ropes at her knees and ankles. Her ass hung off the edge, completely open for anyone to do anything.
It didn’t end there. Something was fucking her.
Something and not someone, because it was definitely a dildo of some sort—hard and impersonal, and not warm. The in and out, in and out, in and out motion of it was too smooth to be human, too. Too perfectly timed.
She still couldn’t ask what was happening, or cuss Jayson out for what he was doing to her though, because there was still a gag in her mouth. Granted, it was a different sort of gag. A big, steel ring keeping her teeth separated with some curved bar things coming out the sides, kind of like spider legs. For some reason, she suspected this gag had little to do with keeping her quiet and more to do with something else.
Chelsea tried to shift slightly, but only succeeded in changing the angle of the dildo thrusting in and out of her sex in such a way that it was now pressing more fully against the plug in her butt. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was an even bigger plug than before. Had he moved her up to the biggest one already? She let out a moan—of pain, of pleasure, of discomfort, of need—she didn’t really know which, any more.
“Back with us, are you?” Jayson’s voice came from somewhere to her left.
She tried to turn her head in his direction, forgetting that it was belted into place. It didn’t matter, though. Within just a second, he was right beside her, and his hot mouth came down over her breast. He licked and sucked and nibbled, and she tried to squirm, though she didn’t know if she was squirming to get closer or squirming to get away from his onslaught.
Then another mouth came down on her right breast. Chelsea screamed, and a stream of drool started free flowing down her cheek. Who the hell else was there, touching her? Was Jayson going to let this guy fuck her? She couldn’t see, she couldn’t move a freaking inch, she couldn’t voice a complaint—she was absolutely, totally at their mercy. Tears stung behind her eyes, not that it mattered. They wouldn’t see them behind her blindfold, and she doubted they’d stop even if they could see.
Jayson’s hand, or at least she was assuming it was his, moved down and he rubbed his finger on her hyper-sensitive clit. They both kept suckling, nibbling, laving at her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples that were so sore from the lace scratching over them all morning. They kept at it until every little touch sent another cry to her lips and her legs and feet started twitching against the ropes holding her in place.
Then they stopped, just before her climax struck. She cried out even louder from the loss.
The machine that had been fucking her stopped, and the dildo was pulled away. She felt hands by her head and neck, fumbling with something. Then whatever her head was strapped to fell backwards, pulling her neck back. It was repositioned slightly, and then locked into place, even as she felt a cock replacing the dildo in her sex. A real one, this time, hot and human. Strong hands gripped her thighs, somehow pressing them wider even as they provided leverage for the cock stroking in and out of her at a frantic pace, stretching her painfully and pounding home against her g-spot.
She’d barely begun to adjust to the size of him when the man at her head pressed the head of his cock through the ring between her teeth. He didn’t stop until he hit her gag reflex, and then withdrew momentarily before sliding in deeper. The salty, musky taste of his precum was different than Jayson’s, stronger,
The last thing she remembered was watching the porn chick reach a screaming climax with two massive dicks in her ass.
When Chelsea came to again, once again she couldn’t see a thing. Her upper body…arms, head, torso, hips…was all belted in place to some table-like contraption, and her legs were up in the air, spread crazy wide, and bent back, held in place by ropes at her knees and ankles. Her ass hung off the edge, completely open for anyone to do anything.
It didn’t end there. Something was fucking her.
Something and not someone, because it was definitely a dildo of some sort—hard and impersonal, and not warm. The in and out, in and out, in and out motion of it was too smooth to be human, too. Too perfectly timed.
She still couldn’t ask what was happening, or cuss Jayson out for what he was doing to her though, because there was still a gag in her mouth. Granted, it was a different sort of gag. A big, steel ring keeping her teeth separated with some curved bar things coming out the sides, kind of like spider legs. For some reason, she suspected this gag had little to do with keeping her quiet and more to do with something else.
Chelsea tried to shift slightly, but only succeeded in changing the angle of the dildo thrusting in and out of her sex in such a way that it was now pressing more fully against the plug in her butt. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was an even bigger plug than before. Had he moved her up to the biggest one already? She let out a moan—of pain, of pleasure, of discomfort, of need—she didn’t really know which, any more.
“Back with us, are you?” Jayson’s voice came from somewhere to her left.
She tried to turn her head in his direction, forgetting that it was belted into place. It didn’t matter, though. Within just a second, he was right beside her, and his hot mouth came down over her breast. He licked and sucked and nibbled, and she tried to squirm, though she didn’t know if she was squirming to get closer or squirming to get away from his onslaught.
Then another mouth came down on her right breast. Chelsea screamed, and a stream of drool started free flowing down her cheek. Who the hell else was there, touching her? Was Jayson going to let this guy fuck her? She couldn’t see, she couldn’t move a freaking inch, she couldn’t voice a complaint—she was absolutely, totally at their mercy. Tears stung behind her eyes, not that it mattered. They wouldn’t see them behind her blindfold, and she doubted they’d stop even if they could see.
Jayson’s hand, or at least she was assuming it was his, moved down and he rubbed his finger on her hyper-sensitive clit. They both kept suckling, nibbling, laving at her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples that were so sore from the lace scratching over them all morning. They kept at it until every little touch sent another cry to her lips and her legs and feet started twitching against the ropes holding her in place.
Then they stopped, just before her climax struck. She cried out even louder from the loss.
The machine that had been fucking her stopped, and the dildo was pulled away. She felt hands by her head and neck, fumbling with something. Then whatever her head was strapped to fell backwards, pulling her neck back. It was repositioned slightly, and then locked into place, even as she felt a cock replacing the dildo in her sex. A real one, this time, hot and human. Strong hands gripped her thighs, somehow pressing them wider even as they provided leverage for the cock stroking in and out of her at a frantic pace, stretching her painfully and pounding home against her g-spot.
She’d barely begun to adjust to the size of him when the man at her head pressed the head of his cock through the ring between her teeth. He didn’t stop until he hit her gag reflex, and then withdrew momentarily before sliding in deeper. The salty, musky taste of his precum was different than Jayson’s, stronger,
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