Robin’s head swam. This wasn’t possible. He felt drunk, drunker than he had been in years. But the one drink he had consumed could not have done that.
That’s when he noticed Miranda’s face and he experienced a surge of panic. That half smile on her face was always a danger sign, malice mixed with merriment. Then he slept.
When he awakened, Robin was naked and bound at his wrists and ankles with the terrycloth belts of a bathrobe. Miranda giggled, “Well, it’s about time you’re awake. Time for your surprise.” His ex-girlfriend was wearing only a bra and panties and looked stunning. Her body was still slender and beautifully proportioned. Robin felt himself respond to her despite his anger.
“What the hell are you doing, Miranda. This isn’t…”
“Did you really think I wanted to have a drink with you for old time’s sake, Robin? Do you remember how hurtful you were when we broke up? This is payback time.”
And then Robin saw his surprise; Miranda’s lover, Alice, the woman she left him for.
“Hey, Robin, remember me, the fucking dyke? Miranda thought we could have some fun with you. I wasn’t sure, but I’m warming up to the idea right about now.”
Alice was barefoot and wearing a silken robe; her muscular legs seemed far more attractive than Robin would have imagined. Her breasts strained the front of the robe.
Robin decided that charming his way of this was his only viable option. Choking down his anger, he tried for as light a tone as possible, “You guys are right, I know I said some things that weren’t nice, but that was a long time ago”.
“Do you hear a noise, Miranda; can’t we do something about that?”
Miranda was already in motion, swinging her leg over the prone Robin and seating herself over his face and mouth. Robin twisted his head, struggling for a pinhole of air through the side of his mouth.
“This is how it’s going to be, honey”, said Miranda. “The dykes are going to have their way with you and maybe if you cooperate you’ll even enjoy it, or at least some of it. But it’s going to happen.”
She stood, removed her panties and repositioned herself on Robin. Alice had moved to his head and fastened his bound wrists to a furniture leg so that his arms were stretched out over his head. Miranda started to rock herself over his face. The scent and touch of her wet pussy aroused Robin. Desire replaced his fear and anger.
Robin thrust his tongue forward searching out her clit. He missed the use of his hands and felt helpless to control the rhythm of her movements.
“I swear you used to be better at this. Maybe not. Maybe that’s why I ended up with a girl”. Despite her taunts, the flush on her freckled chest and the changed pace of her breathing signaled her impending climax. Robin felt stupidly proud.
Then he saw Alice with the camcorder. Robin’s stomach lurched; his humiliation was being preserved for others. For the first time, he physically strained against his bonds. What had he been thinking? They were only terrycloth belts; he should have attempted to free himself from the start. Now it was too late. Miranda’s full weight was upon him and Alice was all too eager to pounce if need be. He had lost any window of opportunity; probably, he realized, because he had been excited at first by his predicament.
“Oh God, I’m going to come! I’m commmmmiiiiiinnnggggg! Miranda rode him for dear life orgasming over and over. Robin’s face dripped with her juices. His cock was just as wet, drenched in pre cum. He didn’t know whether to beg Miranda for relief from his excitement or release from his ties.