She was laid on her front sideways on the large bed. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her legs were forced wide apart by the pole that was manacled to each ankle. The man on top of her was talking to her as his hard cock thrust into her arse. He wasn't gentle, and his words only told her of more to come.
She didn't scream out or shout, for 2 reasons. Firstly she had been very clearly told to be silent, and secondly she had the other man's stiff cock rammed down her throat. His hand held her head up by the hair as he fucked her face. As she felt the stirrings of yet another orgasm, she looked over at Paul, sat in the chair, watching. He'd had her already, both on his own earlier that afternoon and with one of the other guys. She had actually met him in person for the first time about 4 hours ago. She briefly thought of how she'd got here...
They'd chatted online on a relatively unknown app. He wasn't the usual 'show us your tits' character, he'd been charming, intelligent and genuinely interested in her. He was secretive...no he was private. All she knew was his name, that he lived 3 or 4 miles from her, had a big cock and an imagination that caused her clit to tingle.
She had willingly sent him pictures, everything he had asked for. She'd enjoyed the thought of him looking at her and she loved when he sent her the pic of his ipad, showing the picture of her face and tits, with his cum all over the screen.
She'd confessed her darkest desires to him, of being a sub, a slave, a willing fucktoy. He'd listened and asked questions, his words and tone, combined with the topic, getting her to the point where she willingly filmed herself using the toy to bring herself to orgasm.
She told him of her plan to walk through the local woods, feeling only an excitement as he casually asked her what time and exactly where she was planning on walking.
She didn't really think he'd drive over, but it was fun to imagine that he would. They'd spoken often about meeting, about how it could never happen; he was married after all.
She often walked this path, she knew it well. She saw the parked car ahead and that it was empty, and thought nothing of it. As she drew alongside it she heard a noise behind her and turned, and there he stood.
'Hello, at last, Georgia.' was all he said.
They walked and chatted, he told he wanted to fuck her and that he wanted to fulfil her fantasies. He offered her an opportunity, gave it to her as a choice.
'I can drive you back to mine now, we can do things you've only dreamt of, and then I'll drive you home. Or I can text my two mates who are free and waiting for my message, and you'll get fucked by the 3 of us. It's your choice.'
Georgia's mind was blown by the thrill, the danger, of what he was offering. She knew what she should say. It was an obviously correct choice. She definitely shouldn't be going willingly back to his house to be used by 3 men. She probably shouldn't be going back just with him. Her brain told her this was so wrong and so risky.
The tingle between her thighs. The shortness of breath. The hot feeling on her chest. The butterflies in her stomach...all of those told a very different story.
'You and me first, let's see how we go.' she said. They walked to the car.
She got into his car but before he started the engine he asked if she was wearing knickers. She was she told him, and he told her to take them off. She did. He used the button to lower the window on her side.
'What are you waiting for?' he said.
She threw the knickers out of the window.
'Hitch your skirt up so I can touch you, and don't say a word or make a noise.' His voice, though firm, wasn't harsh. She knew it was an instruction and they both knew that she'd comply.
'Your safe word is "Release", but I'll not expect to hear it for a while. Do you understand?'
'Yes' she said. She was walking a fine line between fear and utter horniness. His voice, his tone, his words were all so sexy, but she'd no idea how far he would go.
'I told you not to speak.' He said, and now he did sound harsh.
She didn't know what to do. She couldn't say sorry, she couldn't say anything.
'You'll be punished' he said, 'not now, but tonight.'
If she'd been asked to explain why it was that this was such a turn on, she'd have found it impossible. She was 38. She had had a 'normal' sex life from 18 to 34. Good sex, Great sex, awful sex, amazing 'start of relationship' sex turning into '10 years married' sex but even that had been ok. She almost always came with her husband, though sometimes she helped the process a little with her fingers. She masturbated quite frequently, never failing to orgasm. And all of this was relatively normal sex. The occasional spank of her arse cheek, a bit of hair pulling but that was that and she had never felt inclined for anything more. She watched the occasional bit of porn but again BDSM or anything kinky held no interest.
Then she found the message on her husband's phone. 11 words: 'You had a deadline to leave her. You haven't. It's over.'.
She never found out who, or how long, or much else. The split had been quick, painful and final.
