Nikki raised her head from her shoulder, grimacing, feeling the line of drool snap from her lips. She blinked, not believing she actually fell asleep. Her neck ached. She tugged at her arms, going to push the hair from her face when she chuckled, forgetting that her wrists were bound behind the back of the wooden chair. She flexed her fingers in the lined cuffs, a couple of knuckles cracking from the effort.
Her legs felt a little numb. She moved her knees as much as she could. Her ankles were bound to the chair legs. She glanced at the pattern of the sun on the wall. How long had he left her here? From the shadows on the wall, it had to be late morning. It had to have been a couple... hours?
Nikki groaned. She had never been tied up this long. She had never really been tied up before at all. Just a couple of fun-and-game evenings with some handcuffs and a bedpost. But, Adrian had something different in mind. Like lots of things with him. She knew it immediately when she met him. She knew it even more as they started seeing each other.
It was the hard glint in his eyes. His half crook of a smile. His giant, heavily veined hands. His deep, rich voice. His quiet thoughtful demeanor. No matter what he told you, it appeared to only be a mere fraction of the story.
He had asked her to come to his house early this morning. He told her to shower, use the restroom, and come prepared for a full day. He had laughed on the phone. She thought he was going to take her hiking or some shit. Nikki laughed at the walls.
What had really happened was Adrian answering the door with his beautiful ripped chest bare and not even a hint of a smile on his face. He had taken her hand almost tenderly though, and led her to this bedroom, empty but for this wooden chair.
"Take off your clothes," he said brusquely as he busied himself at a cabinet.
Nikki remembered grinning excitedly as she stripped out of her sundress, bra, and panties. They had fucked twice before. Raw, hungry, rough fucking. Fucking that made her thighs ache the next day, her pussy tender to the touch when she wiped herself in the restroom, a bloody scab on the corner of her lips, bruises on her upper arms. It was savage. And it was exactly what she wanted.
She had been excited when he brought her in here, she thought now, looking around at the white walls, squinting at the sun streaming in from the window. She thought it was going to be a wild morning.
"Sit," he had said, pointing at the wooden chair.
Nikki tip-toed up to the chair, a little disappointed Adrian's eyes never appraised her naked body. She was proud of her body. Full, curvy, with only the slightest hint of tummy.
She started when her bare ass landed on the cool surface of the chair, then nestled into it, her knees together, hands in her lap, bright blue eyes looking up at him expectantly, with a twinge of nervousness. Adrian walked close to her, and the corner of his mouth arched up in that small hint of smile as he looked down at her. She gushed with warmth and smiled back.
He raised her chin with a fingertip and softly enunciated the words, "Spread your legs. Put your feet on the outside of the chair legs." When she did as he asked, he knelt down and began to tie a couple of cloth bands around her ankle and the chair leg. He jerked the knot in tight and she grimaced slightly as she felt the burn of the fabric dig into her ankles. When he let go, she tried to shift her feet, but the grip was firm.
Nikki was arching her hips to press her bare smooth pussy lips into the cold seat of the chair when he walked around behind her. She looked over her shoulder, through her long dark strands as his big calloused hands ran down her shoulders. She shivered, nipples budding and perking, goose bumps flashing on her arms and legs. His hands slid down until they reached her wrists and she felt more fabric, but more so the weight of the cuffs pulling her hands down as they CLICKED into place.
Nikki's eyes widened for a moment. Then she tried a sultry laugh and asked him what he had in mind.
Silence behind her. For a long time. It seemed like several minutes, but it probably wasn't that long. She felt the agitated flush fill her chest and face as she nervously started panting. He walked out of the room.
So here she sat. The first hour was spent anxiously watching the doorknob. Her imagination kept seeing it turn, kept hearing his footsteps outside the door, kept hearing his voice. She started to whisper his name, then cry it out pitifully. No response. Nothing.
Eventually she allowed her eyes to wander around the white walls of the room, wandering if it was always empty or just prepared so for this "special occasion." She could just see the hint of a green bush at the window behind her in the corner. Nothing else.
She didn't remember getting sleepy. She just remembered the itch. Everywhere. An itch. Her ass itched, her feet itched, her arms itched, she ached to push hair from her face, and she wanted to rub her eyes. Everything was tingling, alive, awake. Then it was the pain. Her tailbone on the hard wood, the corner of the chair legs pressing against her ankles, the cuffs rubbing at her wrists, her shoulders being pulled back so long. She found herself gritting her teeth and making them hurt too. Awkwardly, she shifted her weight from one ass cheek to the next, then forward, then up straight and proper.
And somehow... sometime... she fell asleep?
Nikki felt the drool on her shoulder start to slip down to her breast. She groaned.
The click in the door made her jump, startled, shifting the chair on the floor. Her eyes were wide as Adrian stepped in. And there was another voice in the hall. She started squirming, yanking at her wrists, whimpering, anxious to cover herself. The other man came into the room. He was much older than Adrian. Maybe in his upper 40s. His hair was short and spiked, but graying. And he had fine lines at the corner of his mouth and eyes.
Glancing back and forth between him and Adrian was like night and day. Adrian's tall sinewy form next to the bulky muscled older man. The man was in a black tank top and tight jeans. The bulge in his pants was fucking huge. Nikki's eyes were flickering from that to the man's pecs stretching out the tank on his chest then over to Adrian's face which had a... smirk on it. She blushed.
Adrian's long fingers reached down to his crotch and started to unzip and unbuckle his pants. Nikki's lips parted with a soft gasp, watching as he pushed his pants and boxers down over his ass and to the floor. Her breasts started to heave and jerk as she tried to breathe, watching him walk close to her. Her eyes flicked quickly to the other man, who was squeezing his bulge, before it darted back to Adrian's cock, bouncing and approaching her. It was beautiful. Smooth, veined, long, balls shaven smooth. He was so beautiful. And powerful. She whimpered.
Adrian's fingers went through the long, silky hair on the top of Nikki's head, grasping it and pulling her head back. His cockhead brushed against her lips. Nikki's tongue went out to lick it, twirl around it. Her eyes went up to his face. He sneered and slapped his dick against her face. Her eyes blinked protectively. The hand tightened in her hair and jerked her head in place and his warm cock slid into her mouth, pushing against the inside of her cheek. His free hand slapped at the cockhead bulge in her cheek.
Blinking, she moaned. Her eyes felt a shadow covering her from the other side. It was him! The older guy. He was fisting his cock, now naked. Nikki tried to jerk her head toward it in shock, but her scalp burned fire as Adrian's hand jerked her head back.
"Pay attention, cunt," he growled.
She whimpered up at him, eyes back to his face, focusing as his hips milked his dick in and out of her mouth. But, the corner of her eye was on muscle man's cock. It was so thick, wide, barely in his fist. So different from Adrian's. Nikki's pussy had a twinge, then throb. She tilted her hips to press it against the cool chair and felt the wet lips stick to the surface.
Adrian threw his head back and howled laughter.
"She's such a fuckin' whore. I've always known it. Saw the other dick and wanted it too. I say give it to her Peter, since she wants it so badly."
Nikki blushed, wondering if Adrian was angry or jealous at her look at the cock. But, her mind was whispering the name. Peter, Peter. Stamping it in her brain. The big thick cock was Peter.
But, Nikki saw white suddenly, her mouth gaping wide, trying to expel the sudden choking cock pulsing deep into her throat. She gagged, spitting saliva around Adrian's balls as he shoved in to the hilt. Her throat kept jerking madly. Nikki yanked at her wrists in the cuffs, wanting to push him way. She couldn't. She tried to yank her head back, but Adrian's fist held her firm. Nikki's face reddened. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes teared up.
Adrian tore his dick from her mouth. Spittle fell in gobs on her chin, her full round tits, the seat of the chair between her thighs. She gasped, sobbed, swallowed with pain.
Adrian laughed. A roar.
