Just a Friend

Her feet were dragging as she made it to the back porch of his house. She tried to go in quietly, but the screen door always creaked, stupid thing. The cigarette she was only half way through was considered a loss, as she wasn't about to wait outside to finish it. It was quickly and mindlessly stubbed out on her way to the door, leaving a thin line of smoke and smoldering tobacco to its own.

Once again, trying to be quiet she pushed the French door open slowly and stepped onto the hardwood floor, kicking off her flip flops first thing. She scooted them close to the wall, and out of the way of passersby. Closing and locking the door behind her she suddenly became more tired, the bedroom two feet away, her body seemed to know rest was coming soon... or seemed to think.

As soon as she stepped into the dimly lit room and put her purse down behind the door she was grabbed from behind and thrown onto the tall sleigh bed in the center of the room.

"I can't play tonight, I'm too tired," she almost begged, knowing full and well if he was in the mood he'd get her caught up real quick.

"Shut up, I don't care," he ordered roughly. He moved toward her as she rolled onto her side and hugged the pillow for dear life. He flipped her over with incredible ease and slipped a blindfold over her eyes, she lay there weakly resisting him. She wouldn't dare tell him no a second time.

His fingers quickly went to work at the button and zipper on her pants, pulling them off her curvy hips and down her legs to throw them on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. She didn't see the other blouse and pants he threw them on top of.

"Sit up, and don't you dare move that blindfold," he commanded with a stern voice, and encouraging pull on her hand. She sat up slowly and started pulling her shirt up and over her head. He assisted in pulling it off and added it to the pile.

"Now lay back, don't move or speak," he said raising himself from the bed. She opened her mouth to protest once more, but shut it just as fast. There was no stopping him at this point, and she was beginning to feel like she didn't want to. So she obeyed, and lay still, waiting for his next move.

Then she felt the thick bands of leather around her wrists, as he cuffed her and left her arms spread out next to her. Her collar was next, but he put it on backwards tonight. She started to wonder about what new games he might have in mind, when he answered silently by sliding a rope through the clip on the back of the collar. He tied to same rope to each hand and secured the line on the headboard. She found, rather quickly, that she couldn't move her arms or her head too much in either direction. This was new...

She then felt a new set of hands running from the inside of her knees down her legs. They were definitely female. These strange hands went back up the insides of her legs, over her thighs, and looped their fingers into her panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. There she lay, butt naked, in front of her master, and a new playmate. Her stomach was starting to turn in anticipation, but she dared not say a word.

"You're right, she is a good little girl," a soft female voice rushed out of the silence. She squirmed a little at the thought of her master talking about her to someone else, and bringing them in. It was exciting. The female trailed her long fingernails down the insides of her legs again, ending at her ankles, and she felt a loop of rope slipped around one, then the other. Then her legs were pulled apart and fastened there.

She was completely spread eagle, naked on the bed, held down before her master and his new accomplice for them to do what they pleased. She felt herself getting wet already, her clit wanting to be touched.

She desperately wanted to ask this female's name, to know who she was, but if she spoke out of turn she would be punished. And they hadn't even started yet.

"Baby," she heard her master speak softly, "This is a friend of mine. She's going to help me out tonight. You can call her Mistress, nothing else. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she breathed out. She couldn't help but wriggle on the bed a little, pulling against her restraints. Her clit was burning by now, all the ideas that passed through her mind were making her ache to be touched. She wanted to know what they had in mind, and couldn't wait to experience it.

She felt someone sit in between her legs on the bed, and her Master's hands started rubbing her legs. He began at her ankles and worked his way up slowly, not missing a square inch of skin. Then her Mistress straddled her stomach, and started at her writs, rubbing and working her way down. She massaged her breasts, around her nipples and then moved off of her, meeting her Master in the middle. Neither of them touching her sensitive spots.

"Please," she begged, immediately regretting her impulsive speech. Both of them stopped touching her and her Master moved up to whisper gruffly in her ear.

"Did I ask you anything?" he demanded. Afraid to speak again she shook her head and bit her lips. He backed up, and lifted himself off the bed. She felt the leather strips of her Masters whip run down one arm, it was lifted and came down hard on her right breast. She hissed in a breath and took her punishment. The motion was repeated on the other side, and this time she arched her back into it, feeling tingles in her clit.

"Tonight I decide what happens and when, do you understand?" her Mistress spoke again, her voice soft but firm.

"Yes, Mistress," she said nodding in compliance. The whip was put down, the punishment was light, but she knew next time would be much worse. Then she felt her Mistress' hands on her again, starting at her collar bone, and moving down to grope her breasts. She moaned as her tender skin was kneaded and her nipples were pinched.

"You like that? How about this?" her Mistress asked moving down her stomach and lightly rubbing her swollen nub. She gasped and arched her back again, finally releasing some of the burning in her groin.

"Yes," she moaned, trying to push her hips closer to the fingers that teased her lightly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl."

Without warning a finger was slipped into her wet opening and she rocked her hips toward her Mistress' hand, opening her mouth, but letting no sound come out. She felt something round and soft trace her lips, and flicked out her tongue timidly, licking her Masters hard cock. He moved it closer, giving her permission to take it in.

She gladly closed her lips over his head and sucked him down as far as she could, opening her mouth over him and taking him deeper. She heard him groan as he pulled his foreskin back and thrust toward her warm mouth. She loved making him feel good, and loved pleasing him. Her Mistress' fingers kept working her clit, as she swallowed as much of him as she could. She started moaning around his hardness as she came closer to orgasm. Then her Mistress stopped, and her Master pulled away.

She went limp on the bed and moaned slightly, not wanting to protest, and get in trouble. But she couldn't help but squirm, she needed a release, the pressure and the tension was almost too much to bear. She felt them shift on the bed, and felt a weight on either side of her, then felt soft skin rub against her lips. She flicked her tongue out again and found the clit of her Mistress.

Her lips closed over her nub as her Mistress pulled her hood up, and started fingering herself. She felt her Master kneel between her legs and do the same to her as she did to her Mistress, she bucked her hips, and was pushed back down into the bed. He entered two fingers and started working toward her g-spot. She moaned and started working her Mistress' clit. Hearing her Mistress moan and feeling her Master was about all she could take.

"Tell me when you're going to cum," her Mistress ordered, running her fingers through her hair, she nodded, not moving her mouth. Then he hit it. Her body jerked without her permission, and he knew he was close. He kept at that spot, and sucked harder on her clit. Her Mistress' moans got louder and she started rocking her hips against her face, pulling her head closer.

Not moving her mouth, she spoke through her Mistress' clit, "Right there, I'm gonna... I'm gonna...," her hips raised up, and her body was rocked with convulsions of pleasure. "I'm coming!" she said, sucking and flicking her tongue over the clit in her mouth. She heard her Mistress cry out and felt warm fluids run into her mouth and over her cheeks. She started licking it all up, cleaning her Mistress as it all came out, and didn't stop until she was told.

Both of them moved off the bed, she felt her arms fall as the restraints were removed. Her legs were set free and she was pulled to the foot of the bed, positioned in the middle on her hands and knees. Her master stood in front of her, rubbing his head and putting it up to her mouth. She took it in, loving the way he filled her mouth.

Her Mistress positioned herself behind her, she wasn't sure what was going on until she felt something at her opening, it had to have been a strap on, it wasn't fingers. She felt her Mistress' hands firmly on her hips as she slammed into her in one swift motion. She clenched her fingers around the comforter and moaned over her Masters cock, losing her concentration as she was fucked.

The hands on her hips gripped tighter and pulled her into the thrusts that came closer to her g-spot every time. Then her Mistress pulled out and backed up. Her Master pushed back on her shoulders so she was kneeling on her knees when here hands were pulled behind her back and her cuffs were fastened together.

Her Master sat with his back against the footboard and she was pushed and eased down onto his hardness, he filled her completely and she tilted her head back and arched her chest toward him as her Mistress continued to hold her hips, and rock them against his pelvis for her.

Then she was nudged forward and felt something cold poke at her ass. The lubricated strap on was pushed gently into her hole and she clenched her teeth, waiting for it to get comfortable. Her Mistress started in and out slowly, gaining speed and intensity as she went. She started rocking her hips against her Master once again, and was amazed at how good it felt for both of them to penetrate her.

They started moving together, her Master and Mistress taking complete control. With her hands still behind her back she couldn't move a limb, and was helpless to their rhythm and desires. Her Masters grunts started getting louder and more frequent, her Mistress started rubbing her clit, whispering in her ear to cum with her Master.

His lips fastened to one of her breasts as he pulled her closer and they both went faster and deeper.

"I'm gonna cum, cum with me, baby," he encouraged. She felt her Mistress' fingers working faster and felt her climax coming.

"Yes, yes. I'm gonna cum, right there! Now!" she said pushing her forehead into the crook of his neck as her body was once again rocked with climax. He bit into her shoulder as he released himself inside her, both of them still pumping. She pulled against the restraints on her hands, not being able to move on her own. Her Mistress hit a spot and made her cum harder, seeing stars. She called out and felt her Master's hand around her throat, gripping her just enough to quiet her cries.

They both slowed until they had stopped, and pulled out slowly. She fell limp onto the bed and was left there to herself for a couple seconds. She heard someone shuffling around, and then the door open and close. Then nothing. Did they leave her? Then her Masters hands were at her wrists, releasing her. He pulled off the blindfold and she looked around the dimly lit room curiously. He didn't speak until he took off her collar and cuffs.

"She's gone. You'll have to meet her another day," He said knowing exactly what she was wondering. They lay down on the bed, snuggling with each other, running their hands over each other's sweaty bodies.

"Who was she?" she asked wondering why she left so suddenly. Her Master shook his head and tapped her nose.

"Just a friend."