Note: Writers block is a pain! In the meantime, I wrote this for a bisexual friend of mine. Hope you enjoy, it is pretty different from my last story.
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The leather cuffs that bound El's hands to the ground where made of soft, pliant material, but they covered the entirety of her hands, and there was no give as she shuffled on her knees, waiting for her mistress's instructions. She could hear Mistress' friends playing a game in the next room, and she felt a shiver go down the bare arch of her spine. She had knelt here for over an hour, sightless from the thick, impenetrable blinder that covered her eyes. She had drank plenty of water, at her Mistress' instructions, but she was still thirsty, although her mouth never went dry from the ballgag that teased her lips apart. Occasionally, she would feel a small drop of drool drip from her mouth, and she would shiver as it gently knocked the chain of her nipple clamps. Her pussy throbbed with expectation, and her mind was blank with a dark, hungry need, but her Mistress was patient, and knew that the isolation would drive her near insane with wet, panting lust. One of the men next door cheered, and she heard the languid, sonorous voice of her mistress call out a jeer. El's mind couldn't process the words, but just the echo of her Mistress' wonderful voice caused her back to arch, and the tight ring of her rear to clamp on the plug that was nestled there. She knelt for a few more agonising moments, before the muffled voices on he other side of the door came closer and El could make out the words.
"Yeah, it's in my room, go through the door and check the nightstand." Her Mistress said. One of the male voices gave a drawn out "Okaaay" and the door rattled as it was pushed open. A cool breeze rolled into the room as the man gasped, and El felt another drop of drool land on the chain of her nipple clamps.
"What the fuck?" Whispered a masculine voice.
"Oh that?" Said Mistress, suddenly so tantalisingly close. "That's El. It's her birthday today. Remember what i told you last week? She's insatiable. I nearly sprained my wrist this morning." A cool, firm hand gripped her chin and pulled her face upwards. Even if El couldn't see her, she basked in her Mistress' grip, feeling a shudder of electricity run from her the contact down to her toes. "She's been a good girl, haven't you El?" El moaned through the gag, feeling her bum wiggle in anticipation. Mistress' hands traced along her cheek and she felt the ball gag go slack in her mouth as her Mistress removed it. El let her tongue loll out of her mouth, inviting, waiting as she heard her Mistress step away and say to the stranger in the door way. "Well? Don't keep her waiting." The door clicked closed, and the room went still. El felt herself begin to pant in need, and she heard a muttered curse and shuffling before she felt a new presence before her.
She heard the distinctive sound of a zipper, followed by an earthy smell that caused her mouth to water. She leaned forward instinctively, feeling the strangers cock stiffen against her lips. She kissed the crown like a long lost lover, then delicately ran her tongue down the shaft. This strangers cock was nice, not huge, but a good, manageable size, an appetiser before the main course. A hand settled on her head, rough and coarse before gripping the tied up part of her pony tail. With more enthusiasm than skill, the man thrust his cock in her mouth, guiding the head past her plush lips and pumping into her with erratic thrusts. She heard him cursing to himself, but she ignored him, focusing on the thrill of a strangers cock violating her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and sending spasm of ecstasy through her body. Her muscles tightened as she rocked back and forth, bobbing her head and taking over the man's momentum, timing each hollowing suck with the her own head movements, turning her throat into an abused, wet pocket, a vessel for his seed. His grip tightened on her hair, but she continued to rock, basking in the pleasure of her pulled hair, her tortured nipples and her needy, sopping cunt. She barely heard the door click open again, nor did she feel the footsteps or collection of gasps at the door. But when she felt the lips on her ear, and smelt her Mistresses' scent she lost control.
"Good girl El. Cum for me." Mistress said, yanking the chain that held her nipple clamps. El's body was wracked with pleasure and every cell in her body throbbed in synchronised bliss as she came, feeling the juices splatter he legs as she sucked the cock in her mouth for all she was worth. Mistress' tongue danced in her ear as the hand in her hair spasmed and the gruff voice said;
"Fuck!"
