It was New Year's Eve. Dinner was served to the guests in the Total Woman Excursions resort main dining room. It was fine food and drink. The guests lazed in the main lounge, the fireplace dancing twinkles across the walls and ceiling, dispelling the growing cold outside. The mood was merry, in keeping with season. Debra lowered her wine goblet to her chin and looked seriously at Fallston.
"You seemed very satisfied exiting that dressing room at the lingerie store. I think you like the kinky stuff."
"After three pseudo blowjobs and the lingerie show, hell, yes, I was so ready for that. I usually maintain control but I couldn't wait. Yeah, I liked it."
Debra smiled across the rim of her glass. "I'm glad."
Time passed, the fireplace logs reduced themselves to a bed of glowing embers. Guests sporadically departed the lounge for their suites and treats. Debra led Fallston back to his suite. At the door she stopped and addressed him again.
"You said you liked the kinky stuff, right?" Fallston nodded. She opened the door wide and said "Okay, then...behold the night."
Fallston was stunned by the panorama before him. In the middle of the room, not far from the bed, was a rectangular upright wooden frame. Attached to the corners with cuffs at wrist and ankles was a blindfolded brunette wearing spiked black heels, holdup dark stockings, lacy thong and supple black leather corset. A velvet collar with silver ring sewn into the front encircled her throat. A fine silver chain with its own silver leash ring hung suspended to her knees between her fully exposed breasts. Her hair was gathered into a loose bun on the back of her head. Fallston recognized the international lingerie store's top advertising model: his saleswoman from the lingerie store today at the mall.
Debra chuckled at his surprised expression. She turned and walked to the center of the room.
Debra's heels clicked on the floor as she strode behind the bound woman. She hauled back and swung her arm. CRACK! Her hand left a pink mark on the model's exposed butt cheek. The model's yell was muffled by the black cloth that gagged her.
"So, you shameless whore, you prance around all day in your slutty attire, teasing virtuous men to distraction. Fallston, what should we do with this scoffer of decent communal morality?"
Fallston stood just inside the doorway, mouth still open, speechless. Debra invited him to talk, giving him frantic hand gestures to join the conversation. He said not a word. Debra shrugged, came around the contraption and walked up beside him. Facing away from the model, she put her face close to his ear and whispered.
"While you took her sales partner into the dressing room to fuck, we talked. She was awed by the way you confidently took charge and greedily addressed your needs. This high class model likes the kinky stuff too, the rougher the better. She asked if you were available and I said I'd set it up. She has been suspended here a few hours now waiting for you. I hope you don't mind the little ruse. She's my friend, so please don't hurt her, well not too much anyway. Go ahead and have some fun!"
Debra pecked his cheek and left, closing the door. He heard the lock click; there was no chance of being disturbed. Left alone with the model, Fallston recovered his composure and walked forward to stand in front of the suspended brunette. Walking behind, he saw the spank splotch on her ass cheek. In front again he cupped her cunt. She was wearing the lingerie store's special split black thong. He took the opportunity to fold the parts outside her cunt lips, freeing her vagina from any obstructing cover. His fingers got wet from her moisture. He undid her hair and wiped his fingers with the tresses, flipping the mane behind her to keep her big round boobs uncovered.
He rattled the chains at her wrists and found they were really locked, not looped play-style. It was the same with the ankle restraints. On his way back up, he licked and kissed high inside her spread thighs. The skin was soft and pliable above the stocking bands. Her thighs would feel good rubbing along the outside of his hips when he buried himself in their saddle. He could smell her arousal. He stripped his clothes off quickly. His discarded garments flew around the room.
His cock was stiff and bobbed at horizontal. He stepped near her front. His erection slapped happily up against her cunt lips. She moaned. He licked one nipple, then the other. Then he bit it. The model replied with a muffled yell. He bit the other. She repeated her reply. He squatted down and examined her pussy lips again. The split thong was damp. Fallston found scissors on a side table. He snipped the thongs waist band and tore off the moist tattered scrap of silk. He fingered her pink lips and found them wet and oily, ready to go.
Standing at her front, he held her hips as he dipped his own, aimed himself and speared her in one long stroke. The bound model emitted a long, low moan. Fallston felt a throb rippling from her sheath to his pole. Leaning back, Fallston initiated the subsequent strokes. The model's boobs waggled, her breathe panted and she squeaked as she peaked, that quick. Fallston stopped. He started again. She peaked quickly, again. Fallston dropped out and backed off. She was too hot and bothered by the bondage; she couldn't even wait a respectable time for him to catch up.
He walked behind her. He cupped the ass cheeks, bouncing their softness in his hands. He hauled back and cracked the cheek not smacked by Debra. Now the pink splotches were symmetrical. He returned to her front. Enough! She had cum twice; he had barely started.
Fallston unlocked the model's ankle and wrist restraints. He removed her gag. He helped her off the frame; her legs trembled from the extended stretch. She tumbled and fell against him. He caught her around the waist, the other hand on a boob. He kneaded the globe. Damn, it felt so good. Her head lolled back, face upward. He captured her lips for a wet open mouth kiss, pushing his tongue as far back in her mouth as he could. She automatically sucked on it.
Reaching up, he tore off the blindfold, getting reacquainted from earlier today with the star blue eyes surrounded by the smoky makeup. Her eyes fluttered open as she saw soft light and came more to her wits.
Fallston retained a grip on her tit and half carried the model as she tried to walk to the bed. She was limp from the strain of the suspension and her dual orgasm. He threw her out on her back. Her boobs jostled, her arms splayed wide and her thighs fell apart. He ran his hands up those soft inner thighs; the skin warm and soft, begging to caress his outer thighs. He sawed a finger through the waiting pink slit. It was his turn now.
Fallston mounted up, using one hand to position his erection. Bracing on knees and elbows he re-entered the fetish clad model. It was heavenly. She broke out of her daze and held the back of his head, cuddling him into her neck, making whispered cooing sounds. Fallston set a pace that was meant to prolong the action. They were long, slow strokes; strokes that went deep and dug his rim along her slippery ridged vaginal walls. The model rocked her hips in time with his; her welcoming inner thighs rubbed his legs. Her cushiony breasts rolled under his chest.
Fallston kept his wits about him. When he felt his excitement rising too high, he stopped, kissing her face and playing tongue tag until he cooled and was ready to start again. She continued to have intermittent peaks. During each one, Fallston would stop and hug her body tight to his own until her vibrations ended. The hours went on and on.
