The minute I got back to our room, I stripped off my wet suit and immediately started to stroke my pussy. At this point I was so hot that I had to have some relief. I knew I was excited, but even I was surprised at how wet my pussy was. I was practically dripping as my fingers toyed with my clit, and then my pussy. I went to the nearest bed, lied down and closed my eyes as my fingers played and probed. I pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy, my thumb rubbing my clit, and used the other hand to pull and pinch my already sensitive nipples. My body was hungry for attention, and responded quickly.
I moaned as I plunged my fingers in and out of my pussy, hearing the sloppy, wet sounds that betrayed how dripping wet I was. I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked the juice off them, then rubbed them over my nipples, making them hard and erect. |
I then brought them back down, and continued to finger myself, imagining Alex and Steve hard and horny, and fucking me ruthlessly. This thought took me to the edge. My hips lifted off the bed, thrusting to meet my fingers, I moaned loudly, and felt my orgasm start to build . . .
Just then I felt my hand being ripped from my pussy. My eyes flew open in shock, and I saw Steve standing next to me, and Alex watching. How long had they been there? I never heard them come in. For a moment, I felt embarrassed, having been caught masturbating, especially with Alex, as he'd never seen me do that before. But before I had time to fully experience embarrassment, Steve spoke up.
"Hey now, I don't think this is fair. You tease us downstairs, and then come upstairs and play with yourself? Ut uh, I don't think so. Alex, what do you think?"
"I gotta agree. Doesn't seem that a cocktease like her should be able to get off when she didn't give us the same courtesy," Alex replied.
All this time, Steve still held my arms over my head, and wouldn't let go. "Seems like we can't trust her to behave herself. Maybe we should do something to guarantee she will," Steve said. He smiled at Alex, and nodded his head over to the closet. Alex smiled and went over and rustled around with something I couldn't see. Steve just smiled at me, but not his usual smile, which is sweet and warm. It was wicked, the kind of smile that says that he has something in mind. Before I could ask, Alex returned with a little black duffle bag. He reached in and pulled out something . . . a blindfold.
As Steve held me down, Alex slipped it over my eyes. I was stunned at first, and then realized that they had discussed this, perhaps downstairs when I left them alone. I started to struggle now, but Steve wouldn't let go. I then really put out some effort and fought against him, but he held me fast. I heard more movement, and then I was pulled to the head of the bed. My arms were spread and I felt coldness around my wrists. I heard the clicks as the handcuffs closed, first around the bedpost, then around my wrists. I was naked, spread out, cuffed, blindfolded, and helpless.
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