Fluffy Cuffs… June
How long had she been there? Heck, why wasn’t there a door on this room? There she was, stark naked, slumped in a chair after one of the most intense orgasms of her life, sweaty and panting, trying to capture her breath when she heard an "ahem." Turning, she spotted her in the doorway. “ June …um err…” Her face flushed a deep crimson red. “You’re supposed to be at work.”
June just smiled. “Early day, sweetie...now what have you been up to, you naughty girl?”
May’s heart sank in her chest. She was caught like a rabbit in a spotlight, too stunned to move, naked, her image mirrored on the screen via the web cam. Her toys spread about her, her purple whip, her plastic friends, nipple clamps and fluffy handcuffs. Just as stunned, he watched from across an ocean, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him.
“Hands on your head,” June spoke kindly yet forcefully. “Seems like May likes to play a little rough.” May was mortified but her hands rose to her head, her submissive nature taking over and a familiar tingle returned between her thighs. June’s hands reached over her, cupped her breasts and licked the back of her neck. Shivers ran through May’s body. June whispered, “Such nice breasts, I’m going to have so much fun clamping them and whipping them, aren’t I, my little slave?” With that she started to pinch and pull, twist and twist her nipples. May was lost in a sea of sensations and felt her excitement begin to moisten her thighs. “Answer me.” It was spoken forcefully and emphasized with a particular harsh pinch.
“Yes…yes...oh yes you are?”
June then scolded May, telling her that from now on when they play she’s to be called Mistress June. “Now try again.” Another firm twist.
May moaned but managed to speak, “Yes, Mistress June,” her voice barely audible.
He sat watching, his screen eyes fixed upon the women, mouth agape, and hardening quickly.
June then took the fluffy cuffs from the desk and ordered May to kneel before her; with cheeks flushed red she complied. Before June knew it, her hands were cuffed behind her back. Next the nipple clamps were securely clamped in place; May winced as they stung into her tender flesh. Sensations shooting through her body, her juices started flowing to her thighs, she felt helplessly hot, her body had taken over and she wasn’t sure why, all she knew is that it felt good…very good. June took the purple whip. “Be a good girl May, head down…bottom up…that’s the girl.” May heard the whoosh of the whip before actually feeling its sting, heating the flesh of her bottom. “That was for not keeping your legs apart, now spread them! Show that cam your pussy.” May once again did exactly what her mistress asked; embarrassment and heat coursing through her body, she felt more exposed than ever before – even more so when she felt not the whip but June’s soft hands exploring her most private areas. “Ooh you’re all wet, you like being my little slave don’t you?” May, embarrassed, didn’t answer… big mistake. Ten lashes of the whip for not answering her mistress… whoosh… the first stung a little, the tenth hurt a lot, like nothing May had ever felt before, making her wiggle her bottom in an effort to relieve the sting. On the other side of the screen he sat now stroking, wondering what would happen next.
“What else do we have to play with?” June said mockingly as she picked up the two vibrators from near the computer. Before she knew it, May felt herself full and buzzing both in her pussy and ass. Standing above her and controlling the tempo of the thrust stood her roommate June. How did this happen? This can’t be happening, she thought to herself, but it was and oh how good it felt. Then it stopped. “Stay,” is all she heard her mistress say. “Keep those toys inside, I won't be a moment.” May squeezed to keep them inside for what seemed an eternity. Her mind was all hazy. She turned her head as best she could and looked upon the screen, where she saw herself up and full. Oh, she thought, Rufus! Remembering he was watching all this unfold, a blush reddened her cheeks, matching the redness of her freshly whipped bottom. She thought of running, but where to, naked and cuffed, and anyway it felt so good, she needed to cum, where was June? She hadn’t even finished thinking it when she heard June return. She had with her a length of rope, which soon enough was looped about May’s waist and threaded between her legs 3 times, holding the vibrators deep inside May. Switching them on, June giggled, “That’s better, hands free.” June sat on the chair, hiked up her skirt, shimmied out of her panties and with a curled finger beckoned. “Lick me, slave.” May, on her knees and full of vibrating dildo, struggled to crawl toward her mistress, not daring to stand. Never had she gone down on another woman, but she knew how she liked it, and before long June was cumming, moaning and thrashing, hands full of May’s hair, grinding her hips and covering her face with juices. May came too, the vibrations doing their magic and sending shockwaves throughout her body. Both girls were breathless and panting, as far away he sat, mouth open, eyes transfixed to his screen. Never even in his wildest imagination had he witnessed anything like this.
"Ahem," said a male voice at the doorway.
How long has he been there? June thought, catching a glimpse of Allen standing there. Heck, why hasn’t this room got a door?
May could just manage a smile, the vibrations still not having been turned off, every movement sending bolts of electricity through her now ever so sensitive pussy. June was frozen.
“Allen...um...err, I thought you were at work?”
“Early day, darling,” he said, the words echoing the words she herself had spoken not long ago. “Looks like you have been a naughty girl and need to be punished.”
Now it was June’s turn to be stunned; she couldn’t move. Allen removed the cuffs and ropes from his beautiful wife, May, and June now found herself as May had been not long ago: naked, cuffed, full and buzzing. Allen made her lie on her back and spread her legs wide.
He then asked May to sit on June’s face, which May did gladly. Handing May the whip, he added, “Whip her pussy while she eats you; she deserves it.” Whoosh… seemed each stroke turned both girls on more. June licked more furiously, May moaned, and when she heard Allen say, "Don’t forget to lick her ass," it took all her power not to cum right then and there. Whoosh… oh wow, the sensations. May felt Allen behind her, entering her tight ass, June licking her clit. Another orgasm ripped through her, and Allen didn’t last long either, pulling out just in time and depositing a huge load all over June’s face. Thousands of miles away Rufus came as well; how could he not, watching this?
Regaining his composure, Allen turned to his wife. “How about a shower, baby?" he asked.
“Sure, honey," May replied. “But what about Mistress June?” she added and giggled, looking down upon the cum-splattered and helpless June, still writhing from the vibrations inside her.
Allen smiled. “I have an idea.”
The water felt wonderful falling over May’s body. Her bottom still stung a bit, but it was worth it. What a session, she thought, looking at her husband. She kissed him and felt really good about having him to share her life with.
Across the house in the doorless office, June looked up at the computer screen and saw herself on the webcam, her face still dripping with Allen’s seed, across her breasts written in red lipstick the words “Cum Queen,” her legs spread wide and tied to the arms of the chair, vibrators still tied in place making her squirm in ecstasy. She could read the screen: “Adult Webcams…June has been a naughty girl, please cum and watch, leave comments too. June can’t type, though, she’s a bit tied up at the moment.” Below that a blinking number flashed: “136 people watching June’s webcam.” Reading that, another large orgasm exploded through her; she was at the point where she was coming non-stop but occasionally she exploded.
In Australia somewhere, Rufus turned off his computer. What a night, can't wait to talk to May about it, bet she’s having fun in that shower with Allen.
How long had she been there? Heck, why wasn’t there a door on this room? There she was, stark naked, slumped in a chair after one of the most intense orgasms of her life, sweaty and panting, trying to capture her breath when she heard an "ahem." Turning, she spotted her in the doorway. “ June …um err…” Her face flushed a deep crimson red. “You’re supposed to be at work.”
June just smiled. “Early day, sweetie...now what have you been up to, you naughty girl?”
May’s heart sank in her chest. She was caught like a rabbit in a spotlight, too stunned to move, naked, her image mirrored on the screen via the web cam. Her toys spread about her, her purple whip, her plastic friends, nipple clamps and fluffy handcuffs. Just as stunned, he watched from across an ocean, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him.
“Hands on your head,” June spoke kindly yet forcefully. “Seems like May likes to play a little rough.” May was mortified but her hands rose to her head, her submissive nature taking over and a familiar tingle returned between her thighs. June’s hands reached over her, cupped her breasts and licked the back of her neck. Shivers ran through May’s body. June whispered, “Such nice breasts, I’m going to have so much fun clamping them and whipping them, aren’t I, my little slave?” With that she started to pinch and pull, twist and twist her nipples. May was lost in a sea of sensations and felt her excitement begin to moisten her thighs. “Answer me.” It was spoken forcefully and emphasized with a particular harsh pinch.
“Yes…yes...oh yes you are?”
June then scolded May, telling her that from now on when they play she’s to be called Mistress June. “Now try again.” Another firm twist.
May moaned but managed to speak, “Yes, Mistress June,” her voice barely audible.
He sat watching, his screen eyes fixed upon the women, mouth agape, and hardening quickly.
June then took the fluffy cuffs from the desk and ordered May to kneel before her; with cheeks flushed red she complied. Before June knew it, her hands were cuffed behind her back. Next the nipple clamps were securely clamped in place; May winced as they stung into her tender flesh. Sensations shooting through her body, her juices started flowing to her thighs, she felt helplessly hot, her body had taken over and she wasn’t sure why, all she knew is that it felt good…very good. June took the purple whip. “Be a good girl May, head down…bottom up…that’s the girl.” May heard the whoosh of the whip before actually feeling its sting, heating the flesh of her bottom. “That was for not keeping your legs apart, now spread them! Show that cam your pussy.” May once again did exactly what her mistress asked; embarrassment and heat coursing through her body, she felt more exposed than ever before – even more so when she felt not the whip but June’s soft hands exploring her most private areas. “Ooh you’re all wet, you like being my little slave don’t you?” May, embarrassed, didn’t answer… big mistake. Ten lashes of the whip for not answering her mistress… whoosh… the first stung a little, the tenth hurt a lot, like nothing May had ever felt before, making her wiggle her bottom in an effort to relieve the sting. On the other side of the screen he sat now stroking, wondering what would happen next.
“What else do we have to play with?” June said mockingly as she picked up the two vibrators from near the computer. Before she knew it, May felt herself full and buzzing both in her pussy and ass. Standing above her and controlling the tempo of the thrust stood her roommate June. How did this happen? This can’t be happening, she thought to herself, but it was and oh how good it felt. Then it stopped. “Stay,” is all she heard her mistress say. “Keep those toys inside, I won't be a moment.” May squeezed to keep them inside for what seemed an eternity. Her mind was all hazy. She turned her head as best she could and looked upon the screen, where she saw herself up and full. Oh, she thought, Rufus! Remembering he was watching all this unfold, a blush reddened her cheeks, matching the redness of her freshly whipped bottom. She thought of running, but where to, naked and cuffed, and anyway it felt so good, she needed to cum, where was June? She hadn’t even finished thinking it when she heard June return. She had with her a length of rope, which soon enough was looped about May’s waist and threaded between her legs 3 times, holding the vibrators deep inside May. Switching them on, June giggled, “That’s better, hands free.” June sat on the chair, hiked up her skirt, shimmied out of her panties and with a curled finger beckoned. “Lick me, slave.” May, on her knees and full of vibrating dildo, struggled to crawl toward her mistress, not daring to stand. Never had she gone down on another woman, but she knew how she liked it, and before long June was cumming, moaning and thrashing, hands full of May’s hair, grinding her hips and covering her face with juices. May came too, the vibrations doing their magic and sending shockwaves throughout her body. Both girls were breathless and panting, as far away he sat, mouth open, eyes transfixed to his screen. Never even in his wildest imagination had he witnessed anything like this.
"Ahem," said a male voice at the doorway.
How long has he been there? June thought, catching a glimpse of Allen standing there. Heck, why hasn’t this room got a door?
May could just manage a smile, the vibrations still not having been turned off, every movement sending bolts of electricity through her now ever so sensitive pussy. June was frozen.
“Allen...um...err, I thought you were at work?”
“Early day, darling,” he said, the words echoing the words she herself had spoken not long ago. “Looks like you have been a naughty girl and need to be punished.”
Now it was June’s turn to be stunned; she couldn’t move. Allen removed the cuffs and ropes from his beautiful wife, May, and June now found herself as May had been not long ago: naked, cuffed, full and buzzing. Allen made her lie on her back and spread her legs wide.
He then asked May to sit on June’s face, which May did gladly. Handing May the whip, he added, “Whip her pussy while she eats you; she deserves it.” Whoosh… seemed each stroke turned both girls on more. June licked more furiously, May moaned, and when she heard Allen say, "Don’t forget to lick her ass," it took all her power not to cum right then and there. Whoosh… oh wow, the sensations. May felt Allen behind her, entering her tight ass, June licking her clit. Another orgasm ripped through her, and Allen didn’t last long either, pulling out just in time and depositing a huge load all over June’s face. Thousands of miles away Rufus came as well; how could he not, watching this?
Regaining his composure, Allen turned to his wife. “How about a shower, baby?" he asked.
“Sure, honey," May replied. “But what about Mistress June?” she added and giggled, looking down upon the cum-splattered and helpless June, still writhing from the vibrations inside her.
Allen smiled. “I have an idea.”
The water felt wonderful falling over May’s body. Her bottom still stung a bit, but it was worth it. What a session, she thought, looking at her husband. She kissed him and felt really good about having him to share her life with.
Across the house in the doorless office, June looked up at the computer screen and saw herself on the webcam, her face still dripping with Allen’s seed, across her breasts written in red lipstick the words “Cum Queen,” her legs spread wide and tied to the arms of the chair, vibrators still tied in place making her squirm in ecstasy. She could read the screen: “Adult Webcams…June has been a naughty girl, please cum and watch, leave comments too. June can’t type, though, she’s a bit tied up at the moment.” Below that a blinking number flashed: “136 people watching June’s webcam.” Reading that, another large orgasm exploded through her; she was at the point where she was coming non-stop but occasionally she exploded.
In Australia somewhere, Rufus turned off his computer. What a night, can't wait to talk to May about it, bet she’s having fun in that shower with Allen.
