I drove back from the photo shoot, the town humming past in a blur, my mind unable to focus, never leaving the store. It was like a film reel playing behind my eyes - flashes of Maria, of Lisa, of soft lace and bare skin, the way they moved, caught by the camera, caught by my touch, caught by my lustful glances. Maria in her wildcat getup, playful and wicked, shuddering between my legs. Lisa in red lace, sensual, sexual, impaled by my son. My mind was playing back flashes of color, movement, connection. It had been incredible. Electric.
And Daniel... God, Daniel. How he looked at Lisa - hungry, mesmerized - the shutter clicking like a heartbeat. Before we watched his long cock pound Lisa in the kitchen like a piece of meat. Their young bodies a treat to behold.
And me, heat curling low inside me all day, heat pounding through my body, heat erupting from me again and again as Maria and I fulfilled every one of our desires.
But it wasn't just me feeling it. It was Maria feeling it too that made it even more special. The way her eyes followed Lisa. The way she looked at Daniel. I saw the way she looked at his cock. Lust. Pure and simple. I wanted her turned on, I loved seeing her horny, I wanted to be there when she was on heat. I wanted Maria to be happy.
And the way I looked at her. At all of them. I didn't want it to end, not really.
There was more. I wanted more. I felt an anticipation. I was ready to change the rhythm, take the high we'd built, and push it somewhere deeper, more dangerous. Literally deeper, literally more dangerous.
It all span in my head as I drove, swam in my mind, on autopilot, somehow finding my way home.
A quick bite to eat barely grounded me. My thoughts were already ahead of me, spinning toward what would come next. What I needed next. It wasn't true that Maria and I had fulfilled all of our desires. There was one. I needed that desire to be fulfilled next.
I heard it - the front door clicked shut. That familiar rush of footsteps pounding up the stairs. Deja Vu washed over me, thick like honey. And then the door to his room opened.
There he was. Or, more to the point, there I was.
Waiting. Ready. Eyes meeting his, already knowing. I needed my desire to be fulfilled. My desire to be fulfilled by his long, hard cock.
I lay spread out on the bed, my body a canvas of skin and taut muscle. One arm was free, resting lazily at my side, but the other was pulled tight above my head, wrist bound to the metal headboard with a thick leather restraint. My legs were spread wide, each one tied at the ankle higher than my head, exposing my most intimate parts to the coolness of the room. My pussy glistened with arousal, and my anus was pulled open, inviting. A black ball gag filled my mouth, silencing any protests I might have had - not that I would make any.
"Mmmph," I moaned softly behind the gag, my eyes locking with Daniel's as he stood in the doorway, his chest expanding with quick, shallow breaths. I tilted my head slightly, gesturing to my free arm with a flick of my wrist, silently instructing him to restrain it as well. He knew the drill.
For a moment, Daniel just stared, his eyes drinking in the sight of my body. Then, a smirk appeared on his face. Without a word, he stripped off his clothes.
"Did you hear me fucking Lisa?" he finally asked as he slid his trousers over his strong thighs.
I nodded.
"I thought so. I knew it would turn you on. Have you been wet for me all day?" He rolled his briefs down over his cock. Over his cock - already monstrously long, hard and throbbing.
I nodded.
I will never tell him about Maria. I will never tell him that we watched together and then made each other cum. He is not Maria. He is just for fucking. For filling me. For fulfilling me. He will slowly learn that he is not the one in control. He is there for my pleasure.
Daniel walked towards me.
He stepped onto the bed, his weight making the mattress dip beneath me. He reached for the restraint around my loose wrist. I watched as he tied my free arm to the headboard, his hands moving with purpose. The leather bit into my skin, and I let out a muffled whimper, my body trembling with longing. I opened my palm and showed him the thin, sperm-shaped toy I had brought from the store.
He smiled, taking it from me, looking down at me, entirely at his mercy.
His long cock was level with my face as he pushed the soft power button, and the device started to vibrate. I saw the veins down the shaft of his cock pulsing from within. I saw the head pushing through the foreskin. He couldn't hide how much he was enjoying this. He pressed the button again, and the vibrations increased in intensity; another press and the pace increased again. He traced it along my inner thigh, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. He watched my face change through pleasure and fear of the unknown. The noise grew louder as it passed my cheek and dropped below my chin. Inching down slowly. I writhed against the restraints, my muffled moans escaping through the ball gag as my body arched toward the teasing touch.
"Mmmph, mmmmm, ffffff, mmmmm," involuntary noises as my body already wriggled and twisted.
His eyes dropped to my wet pussy lips.
"You're so fucking ready for me," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He dragged the vibrator further down my thigh, circling the sensitive flesh of my pussy without touching it directly. My eyes fluttered shut, and my breath came in short, erratic bursts as I awaited the inevitable. As he reached my clit he stopped. The buzzing loud in our ears. Loud through my loins.
"Here?" he asked?
