On the eve of their wedding a young couple are forced to play a twisted game for an unusual wedding gift
A Pre-Wedding Gift
As Michael slowly regained consciousness he became aware of a woman's voice...
"Back with us at last. In case you're wondering, you're tied to that chair to stop you bumping into something and hurting yourself because of that blindfold..."
"Hmmph!" Michael tried to respond but found he had also been gagged.
The voice continued "...Don't worry, I'll be taking the blindfold off in a minute but we have to wait for your lovely fiancé to wake up too. Otherwise it wouldn't be fair now, would it?"
Michael's mind was racing as he struggled in vain to get up from the chair.
How did he get here? And that voice - it was vaguely familiar but his brain was still foggy and steadfastly refused to join the dots.
The voice spoke again, it was softer and sounded farther away this time.
"Welcome back dear, Michael is already awake and waiting. No, don't try to move, I'll explain about the restraints in a minute when I go over the rules with you."
Restraints??? What the hell was going on here?
Michael could hear Sophie's muffled cries coming from somewhere nearby. Clearly she was gagged to and seemed to be in some distress.
"Ok, I think we're ready to start.
We're going to play a little game and if you win you get an early wedding present from me.
It's something that I'm Sophie needs and that will, I hope, prove very useful to both of you on your wedding night."
What on earth was she talking about and why did they have to be tied up like this?
"The rules are simple. I'm going to remove the gags and blindfolds in a moment and then you have one minute. If either of you shows signs of getting...
Excited, shall we say...
Then that person wins their way through to the next round"
Michael could hear Sophie desperately trying to protest.
"Hush dear, don't worry. From what I can see, I'm sure you're more than capable of winning this game."
The fear and anger in Sophie's response was clear even through the gag.
"I should point out that there's no point in yelling. The room's not soundproofed but the kind of guests this hotel caters for and their, um, clients quite often make a lot of noise so no-one will take any notice."
The blindfold was suddenly whipped away and it took a few seconds for Michael's eyes to adjust, but when they did he could see that he was in a shabby hotel room and that Sophie was lying on the stained and well used mattress of a sturdy bed.
She was wearing a sheer lacy teddy along with matching garter belt and seamed white stockings.
She was also stretched out tightly in a spread-eagle position by cuffs and chains attaching her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed.
In other circumstances it would have been a very sexy scene but now...
"Do you like It? I'm afraid I've ruined Sophie's little surprise. She was going to wear it on your wedding night but I thought it might help you to see it a little early so I popped into her place on the way here and borrowed it."
Sophie's face was contorted in rage as she fought in vain to free herself and he could see tears in her eyes.
"Calm down dear - you don't want to hurt yourself. We'll be starting soon."
As Sophie's gag was removed she let rip with a torrent of abuse. "Get me out of this you fucking bitch! I am NOT going to play your stupid game and I'm going to see that you're locked up for this!"
I felt a twinge of guilt because, for some reason, the Sophie's anger and the sight of her virtually naked body seemed be to be turning me on and despite myself I could feel my cock starting to react.
"Now then dear, looks like hubby to be is getting a head start on you. Let me give you a hand."
Saying that the woman reached down and gripped Sophie's nipples which were standing out like bullets from her heaving breasts.
"OW! DON'T YOU TOUCH ME YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH! When I get out of this I'm going to..."
Whatever she was going to say next was lost because the woman's right hand had slid down over Sophie's flat stomach and between her legs then, as the woman's probing fingers found their target, Sophie's protests trailed off into stifled moan.
"I think she's starting to enjoy this Michael. I hope she doesn't make it too 'hard' for you.
You really are a lucky guy. She has a fantastic body and those breasts of hers are so pliant and so much fun to play with."
With her free hand the woman pulled at Sophie's left nipple, stretching her breast up away from her body before releasing it and allowing the breast to spring back.
"I was going to ask if you were enjoying the show but that I think we can both see that 'little Michael' is getting ready to give her performance a big standing ovation.
Despite desperately everything I could think of to avoid it she was right. My cock was starting to swell and getting bigger by the second.
The situation wasn't helped by Sophie's moans which, despite her attempts to hold them back were getting higher pitched and more urgent.
Her breathing was becoming more strained too, causing her heavy breasts to wobble suggestively as she arched her back involuntarily.
The woman smiled a slightly sinister smile.
"My dear, you seem to be getting a little wet down here, I hope you don't have a little accident and stain that lovely lingerie."
Even from where I was sitting I could hear the squelching noise the woman's fingers made on as they skilfully worked their magic on my fiancé's most intimate area.
I tried to look away from the scene in front of me, tried to hold back the inevitable, but it was no use.
Even with my eyes shut my senses were assaulted by the unmistakable smell of sex and sounds made as the woman I love was slowly forced closer and closer to orgasm.
The combined aphrodisiac effect was worked better than any little blue pill ever could and my cock felt like it was going to burst.
Accepting defeat I opened my eyes again to see the woman working on Sophie's clit causing her body to tense and her breathing to grow harsher as she tried to fight off the impending release which now seemed inevitable.
Without slowing down the woman locked eyes with me and a cruel smile formed on her lips.
This was enough to break any last fragment of resistance on my part and my cock, now fully erect, felt like an iron rod and was pointing skywards.
It wasn't a case of if it would get hard, it was more a case of wondering if it would ever stop.
The woman suddenly pulled her hand away, in doing so also snatching the chance of an orgasm away and eliciting a wail of frustration from the writhing woman beneath her.
"Look's like we have a winner! Well done Michael."
Sophie, still panting and recovering her breath tried to protest.
"Ok, we've played your stupid little game. I don't care about any present, just let us go."
Keeping her eyes locked on mine the woman replied "All in good time dear. We still have round two to go."
"You let us go NOW! Or I'll... hmmmphpththd!"
Once again Sophie was cut off in mid sentence. This time because the woman had put the gag back on her.
"I think it's time we heard from Michael, don't you?"
The woman walked slowly over to me and paused for a second to run a finger teasingly up from the base to the very tip of my straining manhood.
"You really are a lucky girl too because he has a very nice cock. A nice size, not big enough to be uncomfortable but nice and thick too, so you really know when it's in you."
To demonstrate her point she formed her thumb and index finger into a ring around the sensitive base of my cock head eliciting a loud moan from me as she slid it up and over the engorged bulb above it..
"I know there are some women out there who claim to enjoy massive cocks but, from personal experience, the feeling of a monster cock trying to bash it's way past your cervix and into your womb is not comfortable and can really kill the mood.
Take it from me, an average sized cock used properly is far more effective."
My mouth freed as she removed my gag, I took my opportunity. Threats clearly weren't going to work but maybe a rational approach might.
"Look, you've had your fun. Just let us go and I promise we won't tell anyone or call the police."
The woman looked across at my struggling fiancé on the bed and then back to me.
"Oh, but round two is the fun round. You wouldn't want to miss that."
She reached down, cupping my balls in one hand and taking my still hard cock in her hand other.
Slowly, almost absentmindedly she started to slide her hand up and down my cock and gently squeezed my balls as she continued talking.
"Round two is where you prove how much you love your fiancé by demonstrating what a considerate lover you're going to be for her."
The sensation in my loins was incredible. It was just enough to make me feel like my cock was going to explode but not enough to actually allow it to do so.
She clearly knew what she was doing and, despite her apparent lack of attention carefully adjusted her speed and pressure to keep me trembling and right on the edge the whole time.
"A attentive lover" she continued "always puts their partner's needs first and they recognise the signals their partner's body is giving and react to them so ensure that their partner experiences the maximum pleasure possible"
She was certainly doing that for me. My balls were so tight and the ache to cum in my cock so intense that I was on the point of begging her to let me cum.
The look in her eyes showed that she was fully aware of this.
"Some people enjoy the erotic torture of being held on the edge. Begging to be allowed to cum until when a release is finally allowed, it is truly earth shattering"
Feeling I could take no more I started to speak.
"Please, I need to..."
She put a finger to my lips.
"Be careful what you ask for. I could give you release. But then I could carry on until you beg me to stop. I could making you squirt your cum over and over again until there's none left..."
