DOMINANCE or SUBMISSION SWITCH
It was dirty kinky sex and they loved it. Hannah and Pete both enjoyed the feeling of control and they both enjoyed being controlled too and often switched between the two. Nothing was too kinky, or too bold, they loved it all both ways and any ways. They pushed each other to new highs using BDSM in every way
Craving that delicious erotic mix of Dominance and Submission
Readers please note that as this story progresses, there may be jumps in categories as it includes,BDSM, Multiple Partners,Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Sex in Public, MFM Sex, MMMF sex, DP
Chapter Five
'You know what guys,' Pete said, 'the more she gets smacked, the more aroused she gets. Smack a bit more if you want to.'
So both men continued to smack her arse cheeks. Pete loved watching the red hand prints on Hannah's soft arse. Hannah loved the feeling too.
'I'll bet she is soaking wet now. Go on check - see for yourself.' Pete insisted.
Hannah felt herself become even more wet at the thought of these strangers fingering her pussy. But tied and exposed as she was, there was nothing she could do about it. She looked over at Pete who looked at her and smiled that bastard smile.
Rob was the first to push a finger into her wet pussy. 'Bloody hell you are right, she is soaking wet.' Now Ryan leaned down and pushed in two fat fingers, working them around and around, finding and pinching her clit. Hannah moaned her appreciation.
'See, she likes that. You can taste that sweet pussy if you want to and in a minute we can get her to turn over so you can see her glorious tits,' Pete said, just loving the control.
Ryan didn't need telling twice, he bent his head down between her spread open legs and pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy while Rob stroked her arse cheeks again.
'Are you into big tits by any chance Rob?' Pete asked nonchalantly. 'It's just that Hannah loves her nipples to be sucked and bitten.'
'Oh hell yes, I love big tits, the bigger the better,' Rob said, remembering what he had seen through the binoculars. 'I'm sure I can help her out if that is what she likes,' he said grinning.
Ryan was still sucking and slurping on her wet pussy.
'Ryan, we are going to turn Hannah over so I can see her big tits, so stop that will you, 'Rob said, tapping his friend on the shoulder.
Ryan raised his head and his face now glistened with Hannahs juices. 'Wow, she tastes so fucking good, man.'
Pete quickly worked on untying the cords form her wrists and ankles and he told Hannah to sit up on the counter.
'You don't need to tie me,' she said, 'I'll be good.'
'Now I have a dilemma,' Pete said to the other two men, 'If I ask her she will say that we can do what we want to her and we don't need to tie her down, but as I told you, she can be a slut, I mean I'm sure that she will be keen to suck you both off given time but in my experience she does a lot better when she is tied down, so what do you think, tie her down again but on her back this time?'
Both Rob and Ryan looked at each other still surprised at this situation but determined to take as much advantage as possible and agreeing with the host seemed like the best course of action.
'Yes, oh yes, tie her down if you think it's best,' they readily agreed.
'What do you say Hannah? Is this exciting for you, do you want Rob and Ryan to have you, to do what they want to you, or shall I give them their sugar and send them on their way?'
Rob and Ryan looked at her expectantly, wondering what she would say.
'No, I'd love them to stay,' she said.
'Yes, I thought she would say that, dirty girl, my little slut.'
So here we are gentlemen, you can do what you want to her, I think she will like it whatever it is.
Their relief was almost palpable as they looked at each other like two kids in a sweet shop, just waiting for their favourite sweets.
'I'll just to do the honours,' he said, and he reached over to gather up the chord.
'Give me your hands and lie back over the pillows, that's it.'
He stretched Hannah's arms out and tied them securely again, this time to a different set of cupboard handles. This left her legs dangling over the far end of the worktop. He leaned down and wrapped the cord around each ankle, pulling the chord tight and forcing her legs wide apart. He secured the ends to an unseen point under the counter. Once again she was unable to move, vulnerable and exposed.
He stood back and admired his handy work.