The phone rang downstairs in the hall. I heard the answer phone kick in, and then I heard Pete's agitated voice.
"I can't make it at the moment, I, I'm stuck. I'll be as quick as I can, don't worry."
I began to struggle but it was no use. Even if I had the key I wouldn't have been able to use it. The phone went again around 20 minutes later.
"Don't panic Gillian I'll be there shortly. Dad's car broke down; I'll be about an hour I guess."
No don't panic! Here I am trussed up like a bloody Christmas turkey with my front door wide open!
I began rubbing my head on my arm trying to push the blindfold up. That's when I heard footsteps on the stairs. They were heavy footsteps, like someone in boots. I wriggled harder feeling my heart beating faster. I froze to the spot as I became aware of a strong light shinning through the blindfold. I couldn't speak I didn't know what to say. The light disappeared from the scarf on my eyes. I then felt what I thought was a gloved hand, it slowly moved up my ankle. I jumped.
"Please don't hurt me," I mumbled.
The hand carried on up over my knee and seemed to be slowing down. I winced as the hand began to pull the scarf from my pussy. I tried to shut my legs but my thighs were forced apart.
"Don't, I'll scream!"
I felt a gloved hand now on my blindfold. I was about to see who was stood over me.
"Don't take it off; if you are going to rape me I would rather not see your face."
The hand hesitated but then pulled the blindfold off.
"It's me Gillian sorry, I, I didn't mean to frighten you," Pete mumbled.
I began laughing at him, "I knew it was you, you shouldn't have worn that aftershave I bought you. I could smell it as you came up the stairs."
He grinned back down at me, "I guess I wouldn't make a very good burglar."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to let you loose," he said with a mystified expression.
"Oh no you don't you can finish the job properly," I said with a grin.
He pulled the blindfold over my eyes and moved away. I felt his lips on my feet and he began to kiss up my legs. He kept his gloves on and I felt them move over my thighs onto my pussy. I was breathing quite hard now and I opened up for him. I felt his tongue between my legs and I gasped. I had this rather strange but excited feeling as I pulled on my wrist. Just being unable to get free seemed to intensify my aroused state. With what had happened with Kelvin the brute I mentioned, I didn't think this would turn me on. But then again that was different I suppose. I tugged at the cuffs again as Pete became more assertive. He began pulling on my nipples with his gloved fingers.
"Do it harder," I panted.
"What like this Miss, sorry Gillian?"
"No call me Miss," I spat.
He pulled harder making me wince. My mouth hung open and his tongue slipped in.
"No I don't like that," I mumbled, as I tasted myself.
"I don't give a fuck, Miss," he growled.
"Oh why not, tell me why you don't care?"
"Because you are a stuck up bitch of a teacher, and me and the guys want to teach you a lesson!" he spat in my ear.
"How many are there, how many of you?"
He pushed his cock into me and I winced. I began bucking up onto him.
"You just have to count the cocks as they spunk up you, Miss," he hissed jabbing hard.
I was thrusting up onto him, and pulling on my handcuffs at the same time. He yanked on my nipple again, and I let out a little yelp.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Don't say sorry you are in charge," I grumbled.
He began fucking harder, and his mouth covered mine again. I tried to get his tongue out of my mouth but he forced it in further! I really didn't want him kissing me after he had licked my pussy, but I guess it also got me even hornier!
"This will teach you for dressing like a slut, and teasing all the boys won't it?"
"God yeah," I cried.
Pete was being very aggressive and it really got to me. We were both panting hard and I was close to coming. I yanked hard on the cuffs again and this sent me over the edge. Pete put his hand on my mouth, I don't know whether it was because I was screaming, or because he was improvising, but the smell of leather really got to me. I began forcing myself even further up against him, as I did I pulled harder on my wrist. I felt him tense and knew he was now shooting deep into me. I clung to the rail of the headboard and groaned into his hand. Finally I relaxed my body and just sunk back panting and recovering.
He untied the blindfold and released my hands.
"Can we do that again sometime?" he asked, looking a little sheepish.
I just nodded not really wanting him to think I was too eager, but deep down I wanted it again, right now!
For those of you that think this is a little out of character for me. Well I suppose it was, but I really thought Pete and I were soul mates. I trusted him and doubts I had early on in our relationship had evaporated. My shyness about sexual matters had again disappeared just because I was with Pete. I think his attitude helped too, as he seemed keen to try anything and everything.
"I dare you to make me do something else, something just as risky, you horrible man?" I said with a grin.
He kissed my forehead, "well I suppose I still haven't finished with you yet. But it isn't my turn."
"I'm daring you to make me do something else, so it's really my dare," I replied.
20 minutes later I stared back into the mirror. Pete had made me plaster my lips in lipstick. When I didn't do it right he grabbed my lipstick and just drew a circle around my lips. When he had finished it was all over my lips and mouth, like the kids do with mummy's lipstick when they play dress up. I put on my long black calf length coat, and he handcuffed my wrists behind my back. I felt so horny and so scared as my high heels sunk in the rain soaked grass. I could feel the cold wind blowing up my coat and licking my stockings and bare pussy. He marched me over to the tree in the darkness. I didn't look back at the row of houses. I just hoped he was right when he said nobody would be walking their dog in the driving rain.
"Pete you can't undo my coat, please, not out here?"
He didn't stop from freeing the buttons. He even pulled my coat off my shoulders. So there I was handcuffed and naked, apart from my overcoat, high heels, and black stockings.
"What does that say on your tits?"
I looked down at the big red letters that he had scribbled with my lipstick.
"Cock whore," I groaned lustfully.
"Well get on with it slut," he hissed, with a lust filled look in his eye.
I slipped uneasily to my knees, feeling them sink into wet muddy puddle that must have been 3 inches deep!
His hard dick was inches from my mouth now. I had to try and catch his cock in my badly painted lips. He grabbed a handful of wet hair and pushed me on his cock. My shoulders could feel cold rain bouncing off of them, and trickling down my back and breasts. I really don't know what turned me on so much. But everything seemed to have some wonderful horny effect on me.
I sucked eagerly trying to make him come as quick as possible, but suddenly he pulled out of my mouth.
"No this time this is for you," he groaned.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to my feet, pushing me back against the tree.
"Pete what are you doing?" I said, in a quiet but panicking voice.
I looked into his eyes and just gasped in shock. Two handfuls of wet cold mud and grass squashed onto my naked breasts!
"Oh fucking hell!"
"Shush," he mumbled back.
I felt the cold dirt slip down my quivering breasts, and then I felt him pull a stocking away from my leg. Another handful of mud and grass slid on my leg trapped by the stocking, that Pete just let go of! He repeated it again this time with my other stocking. Then he pulled off my shoes. He made me stand on a real muddy patch. I could feel mud, wet grass, and cold water filter through my toes! I was shaking with cold and excitement at the same time, but I just wanted to climax so bad it was hurting. He went down on his knees and began kissing and sucking my pussy.
I could see the lights from the houses in the distance about 500 yards away! All those people making cups of tea, sandwiches for work, or washing up, in all of those kitchen windows I was gazing at. If they looked through those rain soaked windows now, would they make out the couple by the tree, doing something so sexy and wonderful?
I began clawing at the ground with my toes, forcing the mud and grass through my stockings. Everything I did was such a turn on, this was sex with Mother Nature, and it really fucking worked!
Pete was tonguing me hard now, and his finger, no sorry fingers seemed to be ripping me open! I couldn't last much longer but I wanted it to. I was torn between getting off, and getting back to the safety of my four walls, and making this wonderful experience last as long as it could.
Rain, mud, cold, all over my body and in my stockings, handcuffs pinning my hands behind me, my coat hanging heavy with the water it had soaked up pulling off my arms, and Pete, of course Pete, it all just sent me into heaven. I couldn't help it I shrieked and yelled, I cried and shook. My orgasm just didn't want to stop, and nor did Pete.
"Please no more Pete?" I whimpered.
I felt the cuffs slacken on my wrists, and the next thing I knew was Pete pulling my hands behind the tree!
"Oh god what are you doing now!" I hissed.
My eyes shot to the houses. I just prayed we hadn't been noticed. I was now handcuffed to the tree. My coat dragging down off my arms and my mud stained tits exposed to the world! Pete pressed against me forcing his lips onto my mouth. I eagerly received his kiss, but now I was feeling very frightened.
"We have to go, what if, what if someone comes here?" I stammered
Pete ignored me. He picked up more mud and showed it to me. I watched it drip through his fingers. I whimpered and jumped as the cold dirt was pressed to my bare tits again. I pressed myself back against the tree feeling the wet bark on my bare back. I watched Pete dig up a massive handful of soil in two hands. I shook my head as he again showed it to me.
"Please, we've got to go darling," I mumbled.
My eyes opened wide as he lowered the mud, and then pressed it onto my belly! I squealed and jerked as my already cold stomach felt wet, slimy, mud smear all over it. The rain that hammered down on my shoulders and breasts just added to the erotic feel of everything. I found myself savouring the occasional hard rain dropped that scored a direct hit on my nipples. Even though I felt so incredibly aroused, the thought of getting caught tied naked to a tree, covered in mud and my soaked and mud stained stockings, began to terrify me.
Pete pushed a finger deep in my aching pussy, and I watched in disbelief as he held his phone to his ear!
"Well I've completed the dare mate. She's tied to the tree, so you and the others can come and take some photos."
My mouth hung open in total shock.
"Steve, Lawrence, and Robbie will be here in ½ an hour. I've finished with you now, but I just might have one last fuck. Then you'll belong to them, I'm sure you'll get used to this sort of thing. All the photos will be all over the school tomorrow."
I watched him put his phone away, and despite everything, I let him shove his cock into me.
"Have I been a good slag?" I whimpered.
