Author's note:
Dreamers Come Play is an alternate universe. Stories set in it may incorporate touches of magical realism, blurred dreams, and other unexplained phenomenon.
This story could have been in Bondage or Exhibitionist.
Alcohol and cannabis use.
These are fictitious events, by fictitious characters, in a very fictitious universe.
All events depicted are by characters of legal age.
Please consider that fair warning.
This is intended to function as a standalone story. It is also the first posted story in a planned, longer series.
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Oh crap. Think before you speak
. Amber admonished herself. "You could run me down and tackle me, anyway." She ignored his question about clothes. "Fine. You can tie my ankles together." She was wearing her narrow, matching ankle and wrist cuffs even though she hadn't used either of them in her current setup. "There is some twine inside the barn. Do it loosely. I won't be able to run, but I need to be able to go down the ladder and walk up the stairs."
Despite her directions, it took him awhile to find it. This gave Amber more time to reflect. She hadn't resisted when he slowly pushed his fingers into her mouth. Although she sniffed her fingers - while masturbating - more often than she tasted them, tasting was something she occasionally did. She liked how she tasted better than any of the blowjobs she had ever given. And tasting herself felt dirtier than just masturbating. If any of the boys who had finger fucked her had stuck their finger in her mouth, she most likely would have found it exciting. But Billy's casual familiarity with her body was different.
He was popular, good looking, and a tall, studly athlete. His sexual promiscuousness was no mystery. But she didn't like his sense of entitlement. Actually, she hated it. And being discovered helpless and compromised by Billy of all people, was a fantasy come to gut-wrenching real life.
Why did it have to be somebody who was such a self-assured prick?
She sighed.
Beggars can't be choosers.
She reasoned with herself and also tried to remind herself there were worse candidates out there.
You knew this could happen. You can get through this. Just keep him reasonably happy and get free.
Keep smiling and let it bounce off of you
. She sighed again.
Something about that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Amber was excited and annoyed. Excited from her predicament. Excited to be found so exposed and vulnerable. Excited from his physical attention, but annoyed by his familiarity. Annoyed that he had toyed with her naked body while he was still fully clothed. Annoyed she was so wet and ready for him. Annoyed she wanted so badly to come but wasn't free to do anything about it. Annoyed she wasn't free. And she was really annoyed how obvious it was that she so badly wanted to come. But annoyed didn't even begin to describe how she felt about having to beg him to use her body.
With her legs now dangling straight, all the wetness that had oozed out of her had spilled over the blue straps and was now trickling down her inner thighs and making the top of her socks wet.
She was also annoyed to still be suspended and, despite the distraction of her arousal, her body ached. She was now hanging from just her padded wrist cuffs. While it was a relief to finally be in a new position, her shoulders didn't like the extra strain. Having Billy's sudden, huge weight on her, when he had lost his balance while kissing her, hadn't done her arms and shoulders a favor either.
After he got back and had tied her ankles together, he moved the ladder behind her and pushed it so that she swung forward a ways. While she was trying to get her feet and balance on the ladder, he pushed her off, climbed up, and turned around so that her back was nestled against his stomach. Because he had pushed her forward, she was no longer hanging straight below the hoist. Instead, she was several feet farther from the barn and hanging at an angle. This caused her back to lightly press into him.
She smiled as she felt his hardness nestled between her butt cheeks.
At least I'm not the only one who's ready
.
She swayed slightly as he reached his left hand up and grabbed the hoist cable. His right hand reached around and slid between her legs. The suddenness of the contact caused her to squeeze her legs together. But a moment later, she opened them up to give him better access.
As he rubbed her lips and spread her moisture around, she couldn't help but grind against him. His left hand let go of the cable and started rubbing her tits. Soon her moaning had turned into short, sexual panting. But before she could come, he pulled both his hands away.
After her breathing had come back to something approaching normal, he suddenly plunged two fingers deep inside of her. She yelped in surprise as her legs, which had been dangling still open, shut hard on his hand. He slowly pulled his fingers back out and fed them into her mouth.
While making her suck his fingers off, he had twisted her head and shoulders so she was almost facing him. After pulling his fingers out, he finished spinning her around so she was facing him. Her weight on the hoist made her body gently swing into him. Since he had released her knees and she was only hanging from her arms, she came to a stop with her breasts lightly resting on his chest with her face only inches from his.
This time he had no problems keeping his balance while he kissed her. This kiss started out gentle, but his tongue explored hers for a long time.
That was a boyfriend kiss!
Amber declared to herself as they broke apart. Grabbing her by the hips, he stepped down the ladder until his face was between her breasts.
The romantic gentleness didn't last long as he started chewing on her nipples - twisting her slightly back and forth, as he used his teeth to work on one nipple and then the other. After they had gotten sensitive and tender, he placed his mouth over her breast and sucked in as hard as he could.
Her moaning had again turned back into the panting of an animal in heat.
She still wasn't used to her nipples being so large and sensitive. It wasn't enough to make her orgasm (
was it?
), but it was making her rock her hips in frustration. She was trying to grind her pussy into his chest.
She did realize that her breath was back to short gasps.
And just from my nipples being roughly played with
. She groaned to herself as he stopped to let her catch her breath again.
This is so mortifying
. Although her eyes were closed, she could picture the scene clearly. She was hanging by her wrists from a cable, in a bondage, slutty fantasy, rave, silly fox eared outfit. It was private property, but there was a trail that was open to the public only a hundred feet away. The arrogant, prick Billy was fully clothed and roughly chewing on her nipples and toying with her body as he damn well pleased.
Please god, let me come and then let me get out of here and make Billy stay quiet.
When he had had enough of each nipple, he stepped back up the ladder and spun her back around so she was again facing away from him. He lightly ran his finger down her pussy lips until he came to a stop with the tip just resting on her opening. Each time she tried to push her pussy onto it, he pulled it away and waited for her to stop moving.
Hanging off-center from the hoist, she was only gently pressed against him. But each time she rocked, she could feel her butt cheeks sliding on his erection.
She had thought the teasing a game, but after going through it a half dozen times, he suddenly pinched her left nipple hard enough to make her cry out.
"Hold still." Billy commanded into her ear.
Releasing the pressure on her nipple slightly, but still gripping it firmly, he moved his other hand so the tip of his finger was again resting on her opening.
Amber bit her lower lip as she fought to not rock her hips. After a brief moment, he slid his finger in to just the first knuckle and started gently wiggling it.
She didn't thrust her hips, but she squirmed and moaned. He didn't pull it away, but he squeezed down harder on her nipple for a second or two in warning. However, he must not have minded too much. He started to slowly slide his finger an inch or two in before pulling it back all the way to the tip.
He even allowed her small humping motions for a minute or two while he held his finger still. But finally he squeezed her nipple tight, until she stopped moving and pulled his finger back until the tip was again just lightly resting on her opening.
"What are you?" He suddenly asked.
Huh?
Amber couldn't make sense of it.
She hadn't exactly forgotten her situation, but in her arousal and excitement, she had become a bit lost in a world where the second most important thing was trying to hold still to avoid the occasional jolt of pain from her left nipple. The most important, of course, was the excruciating teasing her pussy was letting her know about. Even his voice command to hold still hadn't really taken her out of the sexual game. It had not taken her out of her little sexual world where the digit probing her so relentlessly was in no way attached to the overbearing prick she normally knew as Billy.
"What are you?" He sternly repeated.
The quick, hard pinch on her nipple let her know he was serious about getting an answer.
She was bewildered. Talking to Billy, when she had been hanging and sexually aroused, had been really hard. But when he had started to make love to her, if you could call his teasing and toying making love, she had thought their conversation was over, at least for a while. His question had jarred her back.
What am I?
She tried to think where she should start to describe who she was.
Her flustered grin had returned.
The finger on her pussy pulled away. She felt fingers resting on her mouth and chin as she heard him say. "So just what are you?" His voice was lighter, more inquisitive than demanding.
Although her eyes were still closed, she knew he was holding the tip of his index finger under her nose.
Amber opened her eyes and sighed in realization.
