(This story continues the adventures of Sally and her friends. It's the third in my "Days of The Week" series. They all stand pretty independent of each other, so its not a requirement you read the others. Obviously I wouldn't mind it though.)
"Where the hell is that girl?" muttered MaryAnn to herself, her hands busy pulling the nylon stockings tight and knotting them. An indistinct mumble answered her. "Oh I'm sorry Cindy," she informed the plump, black-haired woman. She had just finished lashing the younger woman over the ornate table in the living room of the second floor apartment they were in. "I'm afraid I was talking out loud."
"What's the trouble?" The other woman experimentally pulled on the nylon stockings holding her to the table. "By the way, I certainly don't want to come across as a whinger, but would you mind putting a pillow under my hips? Right where you have me bent over the table's edge."
Always considerate, MaryAnn loosened the ties around Cindy's ankles and slipped a throw pillow from the nearback couch under her. "Better?"
"Much, thank you. I enjoy being tied up and used but there's no reason to be uncomfortable after all." She paused. "Do you want to gag me now? I'm quite the screamer when I get going and this already has me quite excited. Oh, and I can still wiggle my left foot quite a lot. Would you tighten it? I hate to be anything but helpless."
MaryAnn considered. At first she had planned to stuff the woman's own panties in her mouth. However, when she had pulled Cindy's clothes off before tying her to the legs of the old fashion table, she had discovered the woman wasn't wearing any. Normally MaryAnn would have been perfectly pleased with this. She had picked Cindy up in a lesbian bar as a present and did love a woman who came prepared to be fucked.
However, her long-time partner's failure to arrive home on time was putting in a foul mood. Glancing around, she snatched up a red double headed dildo out of the "Toy Cabinet" standing open nearby. "Open wide, please, she instructed. Since one was as good as the other, she stuffed the handiest end in Cindy's mouth and double-checked to make sure the woman's wrists were tightly bound.
Just as she finished lashing the other woman to her satisfaction, with her feet right on the floor and her rounded body on the wood top, she heard a gnashing of gears and the grinding of a set of brakes that sadly needed replacing. She leaned over until she could see out the window. She realized that she was leaning on top of Cindy when the woman grunted under her and moved her full plump ass against the shaft of the long, black strapon MaryAnn had been preparing to use on her. From the squirming it seemed that Cindy was trying to get the head inside herself by sheer force of wiggling.
"Oh DAMN," fumed MaryAnn as she stood up. She glared out of the glass door towards the cab parked discreetly under the trees at the side of the building. "That TRAMP." She started to open the door and bound down the stairs along the side of the building. Remembering that all she wore was her strapon, she paused and pulled on a white sundress. She didn't even care that the middle of the sundress bulged alarmingly.
A noise of protest came from Cindy's direction, somewhat muffled by the mouthful of dildo. MaryAnn freed the item and rather distractedly asked, "What?"
"NOW what? When we met at Antoine's you said we were going somewhere to have some fun! Now you have me tied up and you weren't doing anything and then you started and now you've stopped and I need to be home before my husband and..." the rest of the words were interrupted as MaryAnn took the head of the black strapon she was wearing and fed it into Cindy's mouth.
Knowing that was a very temporary fix and she needed to get moving, MaryAnn thought quickly. In one series of movements, she bent way over and shoved the wet end of the red dildo in Cindy's pussy. She pulled the head of the strapon from Cindy's mouth, not without difficulty, as Cindy was applying considerable suction to it. As Cindy opened her mouth for another protest, MaryAnn stuffed her own bra in it. Since she was extremely well endowed, one cup served the purpose. After all, MaryAnn reasoned as she wound the straps over the Cindy's head, she didn't want to choke the woman.
She scampered down the metal stairway and approached the parked taxi. The dark skinned man behind the wheel was turned sideways, his back against the door. His eyes were closed and a blissful smile was on his face. MaryAnn knew why. The hint of brown hair she could glimpse through the window gave it all away.
She wrenched open the passenger's side door and stared. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh of resignation. The driver's eyes opened.
"Hello, Missy MaryAnn," he said in a strongly accented voice.
"Hi Achmed. How are you?" MaryAnn propped herself against the open door. She looked down at the petite woman crouched on the seat, her head bobbing up and down."
"I am very well, thank you Missy." He stifled a groan.
A hand rose from the side of the woman as she continued to suck Achmed's cock. The fingers fluttered in a wave in MaryAnn's direction.
"Oh well, hi to you too, Sally. Nice of you to notice I'm here." The fingers fluttered again. "Achmed is a very nice guy, but can't you just give him a regular tip? You know. Money?"
