Voyeur

Hands tightly bound to the chair I could only watch what was happening in my bed. The gag muffled my moans but I knew he could hear me, knew I was enjoying the show, aching to join. Flexing my hands I tested the knots that kept me in place. Naked and sweating I could feel the pressure in my core, so close to the edge, trying desperately to hold on, to wait for him. I felt my pussy contract, like a phantom cock was thrusting in and out. Needing. Wanting. Craving his touch. My body exploded in orgasm envisioning the pleasure we had shared before. As good as it felt though, it was hollow. It had to be with him.

As if reading my mind, he slipped out of our bed. The woman he had been fucking lay panting on her back, legs spread, pussy wet and swollen from the work of his cock. I had the perfect view of the pleasure he had given her. Her hands clutched at her chest as she relearned how to breathe. I knew that feeling. I knew how he fucked: stretching, filling, hitting every nerve. Taking his time, never rushing until you were ready and then hard, fast and never ending. Orgasms one on top of another. A tendril of jealousy wound around me, lighting a small burn of anger that she got what was mine.

Tearing my eyes from her shaking body I watched him prowl towards me, cock hard and slick. Stopping in front of me, his large body blocked my view of the other woman. His broad shoulders hid the light from me, silhouetting his tall body with an ethereal glow. Removing the gag, his thumb traced my bottom lip, sliding into my waiting mouth. My tongue laps circles over the nail and tip. A small groan escapes as he replaces his thumb with his cock. Greedily, I suck every inch I can fit into my mouth, tasting the two of them. His cock was too thick to deep throat at this angle, and without my hands I could only enjoy as much as he let me. Hands running through my hair, he tucks the strands behind my ears, clearing them away from my face. Hands cup my cheeks as he watches his cock slide in and out, enjoying the drool running off my chin.

Fingers tangling in my hair he pulls me off his cock, angling my head back as he bends down to kiss me. The taste of them mingling on our tongues. He replaces the gag, grabs a vibrator from the table next to me, and crouches down so we’re eye level, “spread your legs, baby girl.”

My knees fall open as the toy is pushed into my wet slit. Stroking the toy softly over my clit he teases me to the cusp and stops. He does this a again and again, hands stroking my thighs as he keeps bringing me to the brink of orgasm and stopping. I’m begging around the material, weeping at the frustration, pleading with my eyes for release. Trapping my face in his hand he holds me still as he increases the vibration until the orgasm washes through me, my screams muffled by the material. He doesn’t relent, holding the toy to my sensitive clit, every nerve raw as I struggle to shift the vibration. He tightens his grip on my face, holding my eyes until another orgasm rips through me. Pulling the toy back, he hands it to the woman behind him. She had moved off the bed to watch, to enjoy the torment of my pleasure. Taking the toy she licks the taste of me off before crawling back on the bed and using the toy on herself.

“Baby girl, look at me,” he says as his finger guides my chin so I’m once again looking at him. Enthralled by those beautiful eyes I don’t realize he’s untying the gag until I am able to take a full breath. Leaning in with a gentle kiss, “much better” he whispers into the warmth of my mouth.

I press forward deepening the kiss, loving the feeling of his tongue sweeping over mine, possessing it as his fingers slip into the hot core of my pussy. Shuddering, I lift my hips pushing him deeper inside me, fingers curling ever so slightly, hitting the right angle for me to squirt on his hands, “good girl, keep going,” he growls as he grabs my throat and the next gush soaks us both.

Lost in the sensations I never heard the woman leave the bed before she slipped between us. She wanted to feel the wet warmth flow over her body too. His fingers leave a void as they slip out, but are quickly replaced by the third person in our room. The woman’s fingers and mouth make quick work of the next orgasm and she opens her mouth wide to catch the the hot liquid splashing over us. He lines up behind her, sliding his cock in deeply. Still tied to the chair I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch them, forced to just watch him fucking her. My eyes lock to his, as he thrusts slowly, building her orgasm as she builds mine. I cry out as the pleasure envelops my body, suffusing it with a heat as she screams his name, matching my intensity.

Pulling out he commands her to untie me. Cock standing wet and ready, swollen and red, so close to his own climax. The woman undoes the knotted satin wrapped around my wrists, quickly moving out of the way. This was not her first time playing with us and knew what was about to happen. Finally free I lunge at him, jumping into his arms, hands gripping his neck, lips sealing us together. Legs wrapped around his waist, his hands grip my ass tightly, keeping me up. Bodies pressed as close as possible the woman watches in awe as the passion between us ignites. This was why he had to tie me up. I was greedy. Always wanting more. More of him. So he made me wait my turn.

Carrying me to the bed he lays me down, detangling my legs and arms so he could see my body spread beneath him, flushed and eager. My pussy wet and waiting, nipples tight as my breath causes my breasts to rise and fall quickly in anticipation, “please, please fuck me,” I whimper.

The woman scrambles up to the bed, laying next to me, fingers deftly parting the folds of my pussy as he guides himself inside. I was tight, but he took his time, stretching me as the woman lightly circled my clit, helping me relax even more. When the orgasm took hold he pushed all the way in and I clamped my muscles around him. The woman kissed me, muffling my cries as the next orgasm seized my body.

Hands gripping my thighs he didn’t hold back anymore, fucking me fast and hard. His pace and depth causing a sharp pain as he hit my cervix but it just amplifies the pleasure. She continues to rub my clit, kissing me until he comes deep inside, buried to his balls, pumping me full. Panting he leans forward, kissing first me, then the woman. Pulling out I feel the loss of him, my hand reaching out to pull him back. Taking my hand he drops a kiss into the palm before commanding her to clean me up. His tone causes my pussy to spasm, ushering the way for another orgasm to overtake me. Holding my thighs apart he watches the reaction his words causes, jizz leaking out as my pussy contracts. Kissing my calf, propping my leg on his shoulder, fingers spreading my juicy cunt for her. He shifts out of the way as she bends down, licking the errant strands running down my ass crack before rising up and sharing it with a kiss.