Sandy lay stretched on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound by scarves to the bedposts. A cushion inserted under her buttocks pushed her mons above all parts of her; she could just make out the top of her slit beyond the curve of her belly. It was hard knowing how long she'd been in this position, where Arthur had put her after fucking her over the armchair downstairs. He was down there now, having made some phone calls. Every now and then he climbed the wooden staircase to sit beside her. Sometimes he'd stroke her body with the backs of his fingers, avoiding the places where she yearned for a touch until her pussy began leaking on the cushion. Then he'd lean over and lick her shaven mons until she quaked with frustration while he looked down at her with taunting eyes. Another time he dotted her body with drips from an ice cube, alternating with hot, sucking kisses, culminating with extended teasing of her heaving breasts, the skin and flesh of her nipples contracting and expanding almost simultaneously.
As a result Sandy was still sweating and obsessed with the desire in her groin when there was a knock on the door downstairs. She heard Arthur greet two people with deep voices. He and the visitors climbed the stairs.
"Alright, princess, relief is here. Meet Tanya and Mitchell, friends of mine on the crew team." Sandy looked in awe. Tanya was a stunning strawberry blonde with high Slavic cheekbones and pale blue eyes. She stood well over six feet tall. She pulled off her tank top to reveal her well-muscled belly, broad shoulders, and firm breasts the size of cantaloupes. Her light blue lycra shorts showed the slit below her mons. Mitchell was even taller and as dark as unsweetened chocolate. His broad and chiseled chest was as hairless as his polished skull; she stared at the sizable bulge under his lycra shorts.
"Where to start? Guests first." Tanya peeled off her shorts and strode to the bed. "You're very pretty, Sandy," she smiled as she climbed over the bound woman's head. Sandy looked up at the shaven pussy above her. At the top of Tanya's slit peeped the head of her clitoris; Sandy had never seen one so big.
"I think the pleasure will be mutual." Tanya bent down to kiss Sandy's clit lightly, firing the prisoner before continuing with kisses and nips along her inner thighs. It was just enough to tease Sandy without distracting her too much from lapping the amazon's pussy with long strokes. Tanya's clit began swelling between her labia and Sandy soon had her mouth full with the miniature, slick, pink penis.
"Ah, Ah, Ah," panted Tanya, who sat up and rocked back and forth, grinding her crotch into Sandy's face. Her hands replaced her mouth on Sandy's groin, her fingers pulling labia back, her thumbs pressing Sandy's clit down toward the wriggling digits.
"She looks ready for you, Mitch," said Arthur as he undid the binds on Sandy's ankles. "I just hope we don't break the bed."
"Thanks, man," replied Mitch, pulling his shorts down over his erection which snapped free of its restraint, its head already leaking semen. His cock had swelled to a thick and lengthy purple-black rod that gleamed in the afternoon light.
He got on the bed between Sandy's trembling legs and knelt, his knees under her elevated thighs. He held his cock at the streaming crack and rubbed the bulbous head up and down its length. Instinctively Sandy pressed her hips forward as far as they would go. Mitchell pressed his knob between her flushing lips and then stretched out over her as Tanya got off the bed. One of his hands stroked her cum-soaked face, the other slid under the cheeks of her ass, and he suddenly plunged deep into Sandy's cunt.
