Tied

"Daddy?!" Sandra gasped. Rachel said nothing. She leaned over and sucked on the nipple instead, drawing it roughly into her mouth, sucking hard in line with the desire that was coursing through her, flicking her tongue back and forth against the stiff nub as she felt her own nipples respond in kind. With her other hand she grabbed Sandra's other breast, kneading and moulding it, delighting in its firm weight, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger.

"Oh fuck, Daddy!" Sandra gasped as she felt her second nipple played with. Her pussy was alive and she wished that it would be dealt with as well. She pictured her father leaning over her, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth as his cock hardened. She wondered just how far he would go. Would he penetrate her? She'd really expected that he'd simply untie her and simply have to deal with being tied and naked in front of him. What was happening now exceeded those expectations and drove her perverse desire even further. She felt fingers trail through her landing strip and groaned, spreading her knees, welcoming the touch, willing it to delve between her legs, to feel how wet she was.

Rachel was breathing heavily. Hearing the way that Sandra gasped Daddy was driving her nuts. She couldn't believe that Sandra clearly thought it was her father that was doing this to her and yet wasn't calling for him to stop and release her. Part of her was disgusted, but the deviant and certainly dominant side of her pictured Devon in her position, knowing how hard his cock would be, wishing that she could spy on them as he explored his daughter while she watched. She saw the way that Sandra's knees parted and slipped her finger down along her pussy. It was soaking wet and she dragged her finger through her moisture before bringing it to her lips to taste. She wanted so much more, but decided that perhaps she should be restrained. She tried to imagine how she would bring it to a close if she removed the blindfold ... what if Sandra freaked that it wasn't her father; that she'd not reacted the way a daughter should?

Rachel picked up her bag from the floor and took the key from the bedside table, even as she watched Sandra's chest rising and falling with her breathy gasps in the sudden absence of attention. With a last, lingering look at Sandra's perfect nakedness, she moved around to the window side of the bed and pressed the key into her constrained hand. She then quickly moved to the window and clambered out. Once outside, she took her keys from her bag and ran to the car, climbing in and driving off, aroused and wondering how the hell this was going to play out.

Sandra felt the key pressed into her hand and heard her father move to the window. She very carefully worked to release the handcuffs, desperately wanting to see her father, but not wanting to drop the key and truly be left helpless. She wondered why her father had gone out the window and decided that he probably felt guilty and wouldn't want to admit to what had happened, not knowing that Sandra had orchestrated her position for exactly that reason.

Sandra was dressed again and pondering the whole episode when her father rang and apologised for the fact that he wouldn't be able to keep their date as he'd have to stay late at work. Sandra smiled, thinking that his panic must have taken him back to work.

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Rachel was thinking. She knew that someone had sucked Devon's cock whilst she'd left him helpless on the bed. She'd also just busted his daughter in a compromising position on a day when Devon had been expected to come home from work early. Putting that together with the comment several days earlier about having spent the night at a friend's when she hadn't been expected in town and Rachel couldn't help but think that she'd worked out who'd come in and sucked on her boyfriend's cock. The though that Sandra may have set up today's little 'situation' both scared her and aroused her simultaneously.

She spent a long time wondering exactly what she could do with that information, especially each time her mind returned to the sight of Sandra tied naked on the bed and the feel of her hard nipple in her mouth.

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Sandra spent a lot of time thinking about it to. When she did see her father again, he played innocent. She could scarcely believe it. She knew what she'd been through after sucking him, glances at his crotch, checking his eyes, looking for some sort of sign that she'd been busted. She'd seen none of that. Now she expected him to be doing the same ... checking her out, subtly trying to get a view of her tits or her arse. But there was nothing. Damn he was a good actor. She decided that she'd have to turn up the pressure if she wanted any sort of repeat performance.

She started wearing less around the house, strolling from the bathroom to her room in her underwear, or coming to breakfast in t-shirts that didn't cover her belly and left her panties exposed, instead of something longer and a pair of cotton shorts. She could feel her father's eyes on her and couldn't help but think that Rachel too was starting to take more notice of her.

For her part, Rachel was convinced. With what Sandra was wearing around the house, a priest would have been hard pressed to keep his hands to himself. It was definitely a turn on for Rachel and she noted that Devon's eyes had started lingering more and more on his daughter's body.

Rachel wasn't quite sure how to handle it. From what she'd deduced, Sandra had sucked off her father and thought he'd sucked her tits. And clearly she wanted more! Having Sandra flaunting herself so outrageously was almost an insult. Had it been directed at herself, she'd have had more of an idea of how to treat it, but with her supposed to be oblivious, what did she do? Complain? Ask her to wear more because she was jealous of having to share Devon's perving gazes?

She had to settle for confusion.

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Devon again found his eyes following his daughter as she walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Rachel was sleeping in and Sandra had just walked in wearing a pair of cute pink cotton panties and a t-shirt that barely covered her breasts. They clearly swung free of constraint beneath the material and her nipples were hard as rocks, clearly evident through the fabric. When she bent forward, he was torn between her tight arse and getting a glimpse of the underside of her tits as the t-shirt failed to cover them adequately. His cock stiffened and he again felt guilty about perving on his own daughter.

Sandra smiled at him as she dropped the milk and cereal at the table. Then she paused behind him and wrapped her arms around him for a hug, wishing him good morning. He felt her tits crushed against his back and stifled a groan, his cock aching. Then she sat opposite, eating breakfast, whilst he tried to come up with something innocent to talk about whilst he attempted to get his erection down again.

Sandra kept chatting regardless and in doing so, managed to dribble milk from her mouth, laughing and saying what a klutz she was, wiping it from her tits. All that achieved though was to rub the milk in and make those lovely firm breasts wobble and if possible, the nipples stiffen even more. After managing to do this a couple of times, there was an almost transparent area covering half her right breast and in particular her nipple. Sandra smiled as she noted that her father's gaze kept dropping to her tits. She squeezed her legs together, crushing her pussy lips between her thighs as she thought about how hard she must be making his cock.

Devon eyed the wet material clinging to her nipple and found that he wanted nothing more than to be able to remove the t-shirt and see the whole breast or better yet, fondle it.

Sandra picked up her juice and took a drink. She managed to fumble it and spill almost the entire contents down her front.

"Shit!" she said as her t-shirt was drenched. Standing quickly from her chair, she quickly pulled it up and over her head, knowing that she was showing her father her chest in all its glory.

Devon stared, mouth agape as his daughter pulled the messy t-shirt over her head and revealed her breasts to him. It was a very long time since he'd last seen his daughter naked and the large firm tits with their tiny pointed nipples were certainly not associated with that part of their lives. Until the last week or so, he'd certainly not associated that sort of view with his own daughter. As the t-shirt was removed, it was quickly used to cover them up again as Sandra held it in front of her, apologising to her father for being such a klutz. Devon mumbled something, his eyes following her tight butt as she walked from the room, desperately trying to ensure that the image of his daughter's tits was indelibly painted onto his retinas.

Sandra wasn't sure what to do. She felt like her father's resistance was breaking down, but he still showed no signs of admitting that he'd ever touched her. Not even a little 'absent-minded' pat on her butt when they were in the same room. She longed to feel him touch her and wanted desperately to just pull down his pants and attack his cock, but if he was going to pretend there was nothing, she didn't want to push it.

Rachel was still trying to think how to not ruin her relationship with Devon and yet take advantage of what she knew Sandra was up to.

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"I have a question for you," Rachel said to Sandra.

"Oh?" Sandra replied, curious. Devon had travelled out of town on business and Sandra's friend Lucy had suggested a girls' night in watching videos. And so they found themselves drinking wine and curled up together on the couch. Rachel had noted the touches exchanged by the two girls and desperately wanted to be a part of it.

"Have you ever been tied up?" she asked somewhat out of the blue, wondering at the response it might get as she recalled Sandra on her bed.

"Tied up? Like how?" Sandra asked.

"Like for sex silly!" Lucy said laughing. Sandra hesitated, not sure whether to answer truthfully or not. "Come on, it's not like you'd forget," Lucy prodded.

"Well, yes, I have," Sandra said, blushing.

"ooh, you kinky thing, you didn't tell me that!" Lucy said.

"What about you Lucy, have you?" Rachel asked.

"No, can't say I have. And I think I'd rather do the tying personally, I don't like giving up that much control. Have you Rachel?"

"Oh yes, been tied and done the tying," she said huskily.

"And I bet you look hot tied up too," Lucy said, eyes travelling over Rachel's body.

"No more so than you two would," She suggested in response.

"I guess we'll never know," Lucy said with a wink before turning on Sandra. "So when were you tied up and who did it?" she demanded.

"Secret," Sandra replied, recalling the day she'd set herself up for her father.

"Nuh uh, no secrets," Lucy said.

"Yes there are!" Sandra laughed, eyes flicking to Rachel.

"Damn, now I just want to tie you both up," Lucy said with a heavy sigh.

"Well you can tie me up if you like," Rachel replied, imagining letting Lucy do what ever she'd like to her.

"Really?" Lucy asked, excited.

"Sure, if you promise not to be too nice."

"Er, what about Devon?" Lucy asked.

"Well, you're just tying me up right ...?"

"Oh yeah, of course," Lucy said, her imagination down-scaling the image she was forming of Rachel's large tits hanging out between ropes with their nipples ready for sucking.

"Come on Sandy, let's tie her up" Lucy exclaimed enthusiastically. "Um, do you have rope?" she then referred to Rachel.

"Sure, wait here," Rachel said, walking down the hall to the room she shared with Devon. Sandra and Lucy both eyed off the curvaceous form of her butt in the tight black yoga pants that she was wearing.

"damn, talk about kinky," Lucy grinned at her friend.

"yeah," Sandra replied, not wanting to admit how excited she was. Rachel returned with several ropes and handed them to Lucy.

"So where do you want me?" Rachel asked; thrilled at the turn things had taken.

"On a chair in the kitchen," Lucy said confidently.

"What's the safe word going to be?" Rachel asked.

"Safe word?" Lucy asked.

"Yes, the word I say that means you stop whatever you are doing and release me," She replied.

"Oooooh," Lucy said, "How about pyjamas?"

"Sure, that works as well as anything," Rachel laughed, "And I can't exactly think that it would come up in conversation either."

"Geez, spent much time thinking about it?" Sandra laughed. Lucy winked at her. The three of them went to the kitchen and Rachel sat down on a chair. Lucy pulled her hands behind her back and tied them there, then tied her ankles as well as Sandra stood by watching.

"I think you should sit in a chair too Sandy," Lucy said. After a quick exchange and some begging, Lucy had her friend sitting back to back with Rachel so that neither of them could see what was going on behind them. Soon she too had her ankles and hands tied.

Rachel was wearing a t-shirt over a lacy black bra in addition to her yoga pants. Lucy decided that she'd test each girl's limits, her pussy firing up as she started. At first she stood in front of each girl and simply reached out to play with their tits. Neither of them said anything, though Sandra gave her a very surprised look as she realised this was happening within reach of, if not sight of, her father's girlfriend. She had no idea that Lucy was doing it to Rachel too.

Rachel just met Lucy's gaze and winked at her as the younger girl played with her breasts. Lucy took that to mean that although she'd only committed to being tied up, she was open to more as long as it wasn't obvious to Sandra. She took the waistband of Rachel's yoga pants and pulled them down around her curvy hips and arse until she had them down at Rachel's ankles. Rachel wore a thong that matched the black lacy bra that Lucy was yet to discover. Next Lucy moved back to Sandra and leaned in to kiss her, sliding her tongue between her lips, making sure that there was enough noise that it would be clear to Rachel that she was kissing Lucy behind her.

Rachel squirmed on the seat, wondering if perhaps she'd gone too far allowing this to happen. She was so horny, she didn't think that she'd be able to say no to anything if she didn't stop it soon, but at the same time, having the hot young Lucy playing with her tits simply promised too much to say no. She listened to the sound of the girl's behind her and could tell that they were kissing. She was jealous, wanting those soft luscious lips on her own. She craned her head around, but couldn't see.

Lucy returned to where Rachel sat and took her time surveying the older girl. She decided that she really wanted to see Rachel's tits. First though, she grabbed a clean tea towel and wrapped through her mouth and around the back of her head to gag her.

"ok?" she asked. Rachel nodded and so Lucy grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it up far enough to reveal the lacy bra. Again she took the large orbs in her hands a played with them before reaching in behind to unsnap the clasp. It enabled her to free them a little, but not as much as she'd have liked. As she pondered the next step she walked back around to Sandra, pulling her own t-shirt off over her head as she went, drawing Rachel's gaze with her until she was too far for her to see.

Sandra watched Lucy come back into view, discarding her t-shirt as she did so. As Sandra watched, Lucy shimmied from her track pants to stand in front of her in just a cotton thong. Then she was sitting over Sandra's knee, her pussy pressed firmly against her friend's thigh as she thrust her bare breast against Sandra's face. Sandra opened her mouth, taking Lucy's nipple between her lips, sucking and pulling, surprised at just how much she was enjoying herself. Lucy pulled her tit back and replaced it with the other, groaning at the sucking that her nipples were receiving, rubbing her wet pussy on Sandra's thigh, knowing her thong wasn't sufficient to stop the moisture from smearing all over her. She stood up again and looked down at where Sandra sat, her eyes alive and sparkling, then lifted her t-shirt to expose her breasts, knowing from earlier that like herself, Sandra hadn't been wearing a bra as they had watched the movie. Lucy pulled at Sandra's nipples, loving how hard they became, watching the pale pink skin stiffen. Then she left her to go back to Rachel.

Rachel's eyes widened as she saw Lucy come back into view wearing nothing more than an obviously wet thong.

"Too bad all I get to do is tie you up," Lucy said, picking up some more rope. "Have you ever been with a girl?" she paused as she watched Rachel nod her head, just grinning in response. Lucy eyed of Rachel's nipples. Much paler than either Sandra's or her own, they were larger as well. Big, round areola with small round tips, fitting nicely with Rachel's red hair and pale skin. She ran her finger over one then the other before leaning in to suck one into her mouth, feeling it stiffen as her tongue flicked back and forth and swirled around it. When she released it, she noted that the nipple had extended with the pleasure, not as long as her own, but enough to admire. Lucy took a spare length of rope and wound it around Rachel, over her shoulder, between her breasts, around her back, under her breasts, back up over the other shoulder ... around and around until her large breasts were tied. She felt them again, feeling how firm they were, constrained and tight. When she pulled on the nipples, Rachel's head went back in pleasure.

Sandra wondered what Lucy was getting up to, suspecting by now that she'd crossed lines that she wasn't supposed to. Strangely, as she sat there, she found that it wasn't actually the fact that her father's girlfriend was willing to betray him that annoyed her as much as the fact that she herself was missing out on being part of it. Knowing that Lucy might have Rachel in a state of undress similar to her own simply caused her pussy to melt. As she considered that, Lucy came back into sight again and stood before her as she removed the last piece of her clothing. She played with herself before Sandra, sliding her hands over her body, pulling her nipples hard and slipping a finger between her sopping lips. She leaned in close to Sandra and wiped her juices across her friend's lips.

Sandra licked her lips, tasting her friend for the first time, delighting in the lust that she saw reflected in Lucy's eyes as she watched it happen. Lucy put two fingers to her pussy lips and coated them liberally with her pleasure before grinding her pussy on Sandra's knee as she brought the fingers up to her lips and kissed her, sharing the taste from her fingers between them, their tongues darting about and duelling with each other.

Lucy moved so that she could get her hand between Sandra's legs, plunging it within her cotton shorts, inside her panties and into her juicy pussy. With her fingers well coated she again brought them to her friend's lips and shared a wet kiss with her. Then she left, returning to where Rachel sat. Rachel's eyebrows lifted when Lucy appeared again, totally naked. Lucy dropped to the floor, pushing Rachel's knees apart and dragging her butt forward on the chair as she kissed and licked her way up Rachel's thighs.

Rachel worked her butt forward, desperately wanting the little hottie's tongue inside her pussy. Just as Lucy reached her thong though, she swapped legs and kissed her way back out again. Rachel almost screamed in frustration, feeling her pussy soaking the thong she wore. With a cheeky wink, Lucy strolled back around the chair to Sandra's side. She kissed Sandra hard and again plunged her hand into her friend's shorts to lubricate her fingers. This time though, rather than share with Sandra, she walked around to Rachel.