How I became a bondage wife
By Master2124
Chapter 3 - My first night with the guys
So there I was, sixteen years old, tied to a chair in a room with seven horny
guys, one of whom was my own brother, my tits hanging out over my bra and my
naked pussy spread open to their lascivious eyes, waiting for the end of a
football match to see whether or not I was going to get my cherry broken. And I
was creaming all over the seat of the chair on which I sat.
Eventually, the football match finished, and the TV was switched off. Now there
was no doubt that I was the centre of attention!
Terry and Edgar had their heads together for a moment, and then Edgar went out
of the room and returned quickly with a pack of cards.
"Right you guys, I know that you all want to cop a feel of my little sister, so
here's how we are going to arrange it. We are going to play poker. Every time
you win, you get the pot and get to cop a feel. So let the game play on.
The guys joined enthusiastically in to this idea. So they all anted up and I
sat there forced to watch them play for the privilege of feeling me up. I was
gagged, unable to protest their actions; unable to express that I would have
preferred not to become a prize in their game of cards. Still, the anticipation
part was there again, keeping me on a sexual high as I watched them play.
They played a few preliminary rounds as the cards were dealt. They game they
played had all but the first card being turned face up in front of the
respective player, so that they were initially betting on the prospects of
winning as shown by the cards on view. Eventually when all the players had
their five cards, four of the players folded leaving Terry, Jake and Sam to play
out the first hand. The stakes weren't high, limited to a dollar per round. I
was the sweetener in the pot that made each of the guys want to win. The money
was only there to keep the game moving.
When the game had gone another couple of rounds, the guys who were out of the
running, decided that the hand had gone on long enough, and that it was time to
show. Sam showing a pair of tens, turned his last card over first. It did not
improve his show. Jake, showing four cards of the same suit also turned his
card over; again it did not improve his show. Terry grinned, the two aces he
was showing had already won, but he still turned over his last card, a two, to
show two pairs.
"I guess I have the luck of the draw," he said, getting up to walk behind me.
He didn't want to spoil the view for the rest of the guys! Again I felt his
hands cover my breasts, they were becoming almost familiar to me. This time,
though, he pressed his lower body against my arms. I could feel his hard prick
nudging against my arms as he leaned against me. If he moved a little to one
side or the other, I might just be able to touch his pinus with one of my hands.
I longed for him to do just that. Right now I would give anything to be able to
get hold of a real live cock, to find out how it felt.
He leaned over me, cupped his hands under my breasts, cradling them in his
palms, whilst his thumbs rubbed over my nipples. I looked down my body watching
his hands caress me. My body responded to his caresses and to the knowledge that
another six pairs of eyes were watching those hands caressing my naked breasts.
I was getting hot. Several of the guys were touching their pricks, running
their fingers gently up and down their shafts as they watched Terry's hands on
me. Terry moved to one side, releasing one breast but keeping hold of the
other. Now his prick was resting momentarily against my hand. I closed my
fingers on his shaft. He gasped, not expecting my action, paused in his
movement, allowing me to grasp him. I had never touched a male organ before.
This was a big first for me. As I felt him, the hand on my breast slipped down
over my stomach to dip into my wet honey pot. His free hand moved to his fly
and proceeded to lower the zip, releasing his hard, fleshy rod into my hand.
"Wow" I heard Gage say, "She's real hot. I wish that was my prick, you lucky
dog."
"It soon will be, she'll attend to all you guys before you leave", Edgar told
them. I tensed with excitement. By now Terry was rubbing my virgin clit,
bringing me a sensation I had only ever dreamed about before. "I'm the one going
to be left out" he went on. "Mom might not throw a fit knowing that my little
sister's put out for you guys, after all that what she does herself every night.
(This was the first time that I realised my Mom was a whore.) "But she would
freak out big time, if I touched her precious baby."
Don't worry" Terry called over to him. "Tessa" (Terry's sister) "has the hot's
for you. I'll call her and she can come over to keep you satisfied. Fairs fair
after all." I cringed at the idea that Tessa would see me tied up like this,
being used by all these guys.
By now, Terry despite the distraction of conversation was getting to the point
under my inexperienced hands, where he was going to come. He knew it, but I
didn't. I was pretty far-gone myself; my whole essence was my cunt, where his
hand was doing wonderful things to me, and my hand circling his naked prick.
Terry moved away from me, pulling his prick out of my hand, and moved around in
front of me, still managing to keep his hand in contact with my pussy as he did
so. Then his hand left me, and I glanced up to him, bereft, to see him standing
now in front of me, his own hand circling his hard shaft. I watched in awe as
he moved his hand up and down his shaft and then suddenly, he came, spurting his
come all over my face and breasts.
I sat there, stunned, as the guys cheered him, his wet come covering me,
humiliated but excited me. I wanted to wipe it off me, but couldn't, of course.
I just had to sit there and wait to see what they intended to do next.
All the guys, including my brother, were now so excited that they decided to
relieve themselves by following Terry's lead. They would jack off on me. (That
was Jake's word for what they were going to do.) So one by one, there turns
designated by the draw of a card, each of the guys came and stood before me,
pulled out their rock hard pricks, and with a few jerks of their hands, brought
themselves to the point of ejaculation. By the time they had finished I was
coated with their fluids.
During this performance, Terry had used the telephone to call up Tessa, who had
wasted no time in coming over. She was there in time to see the last two, Sam
and Jimmy, deposit their wet loads over me. Edgar, by this time, was bursting,
so I watched as Tessa knelt in front of him, took his prick into her mouth, and
brought him to his climax. She kept him in her mouth when he came, swallowing
every drop.
Terry came over to me and whispered into my ear, "Watch my little sister with
your bro' because you will be doing that for all the rest of us before the night
is out." So I watched as Terry again dipped his hand into my honey pot slipping
his fingers into me in rhythm with Tessa's sucking of Edgar's cock, his thumb
busy on my clit. Shortly after watching Edgar ejaculate in Tessa's mouth I had
my own first real orgasm as Terry manipulated me. My body thrust hard against
the securing ropes as my spasms hit me. I am convinced that because my first
experiences with sex were involved with bondage and were so mind blowingly
fantastic, that this was why I became forever after a bondage slut.
After Tessa had finished blowing Edgar, I was released from the chair, but my
hands remained tied behind me. Terry had me kneel in the centre of the room. He
tied my ankles together; he then joined my arm tie to my ankle tie. This kept
me in the kneeling position.
Tessa served the guys a round of beers, whilst they decided what it was that
they were going to have me do next. I had already guessed that there was a very
strong possibility that they would decide to have me do to each of them what
they had seen Tessa do so willingly for Edgar. I was eager to get on with it.
I wanted to feel their wonderful meat and I was intrigued as to what it would be
like to have them come in my mouth the way Edgar had in Tessa's.
They decided, of course, that as I was not available for fucking, (Edgar had
made that very clear) then they would have me blow them as a consolation. Some
consolation. It was OK for them; I was the one going to be doing all the work.
And I was still covered in their come from earlier!
Terry brought out the cards, and suggested that they should cut for the order in
which I was to service them. This time Paul was first, then Jake followed by
Jimmy, then Terry followed by Sam and Gage. The guys debated getting naked, but
decided that naked was a woman's place, they would keep their clothes on, and I
would have to unzip their flies with my teeth as a prelude to sucking them to
their climax.
Paul, as the winner, came and stood before me, placed his hands on my head and
guided me towards his crotch where his prick was creating a large, hard bulge
against his fly zip. He pulled my face into his crotch and proceeded to rub his
hard bulge against my face, making sure that I knew where I was going next.
After a few moments he released my head and ordered me to get to it. "Find my
zipper, bitch, and get me out of my pants" were his instructions. I did my
best, but I had great difficulty getting hold of the top of his zip. After
watching my struggles for a little while, no doubt enjoying the intimate way my
face was rubbing against him by my own actions, as I searched for the top of his
zipper, he relented and lifted it out from where it lay just under the overlap
of his fly. Now it was just possible to get hold of it with my teeth, but this
required me to push my face tight into his crotch area. I could feel every inch
of his prick pressed against my face and throat and my breasts were pushing
against his thighs. Paul was enjoying my struggles, but for me it was total
humiliation. But humiliation, which was getting me very, wet between my legs,
again!
After a great struggle I succeeded in pulling his zip right down, but this did
not release his prick. He was wearing underpants! "Well, come on slave girl,
get my soldier out of my pants. He's standing to attention for you, eager and
waiting for you to do your duty. So get to it." I had no idea how he intended
that I should get him out of his underpants with out the use of my hands, but I
had to try. I used my nose to push aside his trouser fly so that I could get to
the edge of his underpants. Luckily for me he was wearing high cut bikini
briefs, so I was able to get hold of the edge with my teeth. I stretched the
material and pulled at it until I could see the fleshy rod, which was my goal.
But my grip was to low. The head of his prick was caught up in the material
near to his pants waist. I would have to get hold of his pant waist and pull it
down. With the top of his fly still fastened, I could not get at the top of his
briefs. He saw my predicament and decided to remedy it. He unfastened the
waist of his trousers, giving me access to the top of his briefs. It was only
seconds before I was pulling his pants down with my teeth, releasing his
fabulous prick to my gaze. I pulled his pants right down so that they formed a
cushion under his balls, making his prick get harder and bigger!
I had seen Tessa blow my brother and had taken mental notes of her technique, as
far as I was able as I approached my first real climax. Having released his
prick, I stuck out my tongue and gently caressed the end of his prick with the
tip of it. Paul gasped and seemed to get even harder, which a few minutes
before I would have said was impossible. I was delighted at the power I was
exercising over this youth. I was the one tied up, the one who was the slave,
the one being made to perform a sexual act but I was also in a strange way, the
one in control of the situation. My actions would decide whether the end result
of our little game was to be his satisfaction or not. Could I keep him on the
boil, not letting him come, until I was ready to let him. I did not have any
experience in this area so I would be playing it by ear. (In this case, by
mouth!)
I continued licking at the end of his prick, teasing my tongue into the tiny
mouth that was now gapping slightly open. I could taste the soap from his
earlier shower, I could taste the sweat that had gathered on him in the confines
of his pants, and I could smell an aroma, which I had never smelt before. It
was an aroma, which I was to come to recognise; it was the aroma of male
arousal. It is, even after all this time, difficult to describe. It is
slightly different for each man. It's a mixture of sweat, salt, male deodorant,
soap and a smell individual to the man concerned. It gets stronger as he
approaches his climax. I find it extremely arousing.
Paul arched himself towards me. I glanced up to see that his eyes were half
closed. He was enjoying what I was doing to him. I continued to tease him in
this way for a few seconds more, then ran my tongue down the length of his shaft
to his balls, then, following Tessa's example, I sucked his balls into my mouth.
He jerked in response. I didn't know whether I had sucked too hard and hurt
him, but he didn't complain, so I continued to suck. I could feel the two
separate balls with my tongue through the skin of his sack. I played with them,
rolling his sack around in my mouth with my tongue, just as I used to do with
the "gob stopper" sweets I used to buy. I hadn't realised before, but those
"gob stopper" sweets had prepared me well for this kind of full feeling in my
mouth.
Paul was now moaning above me. His hands now resting on my head encouraged me
to continue. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled gently backwards so
that his balls slipped out of my mouth, and raised my head until my mouth was
again touching the head of his prick.
"Take my cock in your mouth, bitch. I want to come in your throat, not shoot
off into the air." His cock started to twitch as I cautiously lowered my mouth
over his cock. I was afraid of this long thing. I had seen Tessa take Edgar
right down to his balls. I wanted to do the same, but I found that when his
prick touched the back of my throat, I wanted to gag, to vomit him back out
again. I guess this is a natural reflex, after all, when I was feeling sick
when I was a little girl, Mom had often suggested sticking my finger in my
throat to help me vomit. Now I had this huge thing, much bigger than a finger,
nudging at the back of my throat and I was reacting to it with a physical
gagging motion. Somehow, this convulsion of my throat had the effect of again
expanding Paul's prick. It seemed to get fatter. Then he jerked, jamming
himself past the apparent obstruction actually into my throat. Now I panicked
and tried to get away from the intrusion. I couldn't. Firstly because Paul's
hands ere still on my head, but also because my movement was severely restricted
by the bondage anchoring my wrists to my ankles, and my ankles together. I had
no leverage. I had to endure. Not for long though this first time. Paul had
been excited beyond endurance, and his cock spasmed filling my throat with his
come, and in the action of coming he seemed to get even deeper into my throat.
With difficulty I managed to swallow what he was forcing into me. I was
actually unable to do anything else. He was so deep into my throat I had to
take it all. The next few seconds seemed like a lifetime to me because I was
only able to breath through my nose, and that was difficult now with his belly
pressed hard against my face. Eventually, when he had finished coming, he
withdrew from me and I could breath again. I could hear the other guys
congratulating Paul and applauding my performance. I was pleased to have
succeeded. I wasn't to keen on having to do this another five times, but knew
that I was going to have to do so.
I did do it another nine times because they all wanted to do it again, having
recovered sufficiently from the first time, and encouraged to hardness by
watching me perform on their mates. I became more accustomed each time to that
period when I was unable to breath. I found that I enjoyed it after I had done
it three or four times. My stomach filled up with their fluids. By the end of
the night, I wanted very much to go to the toilet, but Edgar would not permit it
until all the guys had left. As they left, I heard them making arrangements to
come back the following night. Exhausted as I was, I wondered whether I would
be up to it.
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