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“True,” Erik conceded. “But it does stimulate my imagination. And I know I’m not the only one aroused by its unique features.”
No one disagreed, but no one added to the argument; and the conversation dwindled as the couples, in pairs, moved down the long hall to the end of the bedroom wing. Each seemed to have decided where they’d sleep the night, all opting for the less questionable rooms, without the most bizarre of the curious devices. O-rings were acceptable, the rest were too unsettling to feel comfortable—although the devices seemed to have sparked their interest and raised a curious degree of sexual energy throughout the small party.
All three couples picked rooms in the same vicinity near the staircase—perhaps their choices made from some subconscious fear the house engendered, perhaps just simple caution.
While the others returned to the main floor, Jason and Sandra remained in their upstairs room, Sandra reluctant to leave.
“You’ve been unusually quiet,” her fiancé remarked as he watched her stare outside the window into the gloomy day. At one window, a tree branch rattled the window like a beggar seeking entrance.
“Have I?” she turned around.
Jason was stirred by her look, the way her heavy breasts pressed against her too-tight T-shirt. She was braless, flesh ripping against the fabric, her tiny nipples like small pebbles on the surface.
“Shall I tie you up?” he asked, remembering her earlier suggestion.
“I wonder what it would feel like,” she answered dreamily.
“We can find out, you know.”
“Think so?” She was vague and seductive, making Jason’s penis begin to throb as if she had her hand on the thick stalk now and was massaging it erect.
Eyes darting about the room, he looked for an answer to his need, and finally moved toward an old chest of drawers, opening and closing empty drawers until he came to the last one where he struck gold—gold rope. Smiling, he withdrew the lengthy cord and moved directly to the immobile Sandra.
“Your hands,” he ordered simply.
She smiled back blushingly, as she clasped her wrists in front her and let him bind her with the silky rope.
“You know this does things to my crotch,” she squirmed inside her short shorts, with her thighs rubbing together.
“Really?” Jason pressed his hand to her crotch and massaged the jutting sex mound. Juice from between her thighs had soaked her panties, now soaking her shorts as well.
“Hmm, yessss,” her quiet purring encouraged his efforts, though he was anxious, moving toward the bed as he worked her pussy with his hand.
Cock swollen now, and spear like, arcing inside his jeans, Jason pushed his girlfriend over the footboard of the bed. Then, t
ugging at the gold rope binding Sandra’s hands, he pulled it tight, stretching her arms and torso until they could go no further. Tying off the end of the rope at the headboard, she was virtually immobile—unlike the picture in her imagination—but that didn’t matter. There was just enough slack in her bondage to allow her crotch to undulate on the foot board bar. With her ass jiggling inside the shorts, Jason stood back and admired her for some seconds. Then with his impatient cock in charge, he yanked her nylon shorts off her hips, tearing them off her legs and tossing them aside.
“You like being bound?”
“Un, huh,” she answered him now panting breathlessly.
He drew his fingers along the crack of her ass, gathering juice from her dripping pussy.
“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”
“Hmm, yess.” She wiggled into his fingers wanting more massage; but instead, he brought his wet fingers to her mouth and made her suck the juice. “Oh, your cock, sweetheart.” He stood back, struggling from his pants, unveiling his stiff organ. She could see the firm thing from the corner of her eye; and she licked her lips as if begging to taste the head and suck some precum from the tip. “Please.”
“You want this now?”
“Oh, my yes.”
“In your mouth, or in your ass?”
“My ass?” she tensed up, startled by the idea.
“Yes, your ass. You’re going to get both, Sandra.”
“Oh, my mouth first.” He snickered happily, as the swirling darkness of his mood took these bizarre turns in lust. Climbing on the bed, he made her reach with her face to have his cock. The tease worked. Sandra groaned fitfully when she couldn’t quite reach it with her lips. “Closer, please!” she pleaded.
