He came out onto the balcony. 'Ah, that's better. I feel ready for you now.' He released her from the bracket, but left her wrists tied. Refilling her empty glass, he put it to her lips. 'OK, come in here.' She was led by the wrists into the kitchen area, by the worktop covered in towels. 'I thought these would be softer and more comfortable than the cold marble.' He went round to the other side of the surface. 'Give me your hands.' She had to bend forward to do so, and he pulled her even more once he had hold of the rope. He stretched her arms out and tied them securely again, this time to the handle of a cupboard. This left her bent right over the worktop, once again unable to move. He came back around behind her.
'So, Hannah, what were you thinking while I was in the shower, eh? There you were, naked and all lit up, on show to the world and his wife. Were you wondering if anybody was watching you? Wondering whether they might be playing with themselves? Or wondering if they would be thinking about fucking you?' It was as if he could read her mind. With no preamble, his hand went straight to her sex which betrayed her thoughts. 'Well, well. It seems I was correct. You are wet, Hannah. You are a wet slut. Imagining all those unknown cocks, all getting stiff while their owners' eyes feast on your naked body. Maybe they're still watching you now. Looking at your delicious arse bent over this breakfast bar. Wishing it was their fingers sliding along your lips and getting all wet. And what about you? You'd love it if they could all come round and fuck you, one after the other, wouldn't you?' She didn't need to answer. He could already feel that she'd become even wetter. The thought of being serviced by an unknown number of strangers, each one using her body to his complete, explosive satisfaction before stepping aside to make way for the next big cock... The thought was filling her mind and starting a fire between her thighs. She was slick. Slick and hot.
'I thought so. It's exactly what a brazen woman like you would want. Here, let's give any guys watching something really nice to enjoy.' Saying this, he moved well to the side and, using both hands, pulled her cheeks as wide as he could. 'There, that's right. Show them all your secret charms. They'll be thinking about pushing themselves into that tighter place now. You'd like that I think. Some of them are probably finishing right now. Unable to control it and hold back as they imagine squeezing their thickness into you and unloading deep inside you while you lie there, tied and helpless. But they don't know what we know, do they? They don't know that you'd be absolutely loving it; pushing that gorgeous arse hard back against them, trying to get even more of them inside you. You are an extremely naughty slut, Hannah, and you know what happens to naughty sluts, don't you?'
'Make me cum Pete, come on, make me cum,' she begged.
His hands left her and then one of them returned immediately, delivering a stinging slap. She jumped a little and let out a small cry, but it was just due to the shock. She made no further sound as slaps rained down on her exposed cheeks. She wished she could bring her hands round to protect herself, but she was helpless. Soon, her cheeks were bright pink, and they were stinging - on fire. The blows stopped and his hand once again found her lips. They were saturated.
He easily slipped one, two, then three fingers into her and she moaned loudly. The thought of the smacking and the knowledge that it could be seen by others was just making her wetter and wetter, she couldn't control it. He kept going and now, by keeping all his fingers close in together, he was able to push his hand in, sliding it in and out of the gaping wetness.
