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Laura sat bound, unable to move. The ringing in her ears from sound deprivation grew louder. Her neck hurt from trying desperately to catch even the slightest sound from any direction. Total darkness from the thick, black blindfold made it even more frightening. Her jaw ached from whatever was in her mouth. She couldn’t keep the drool from leaking out of her mouth and dripping off her chin. She could feel the cold wetness on her neck.

An occasional coolness swept over her sweat covered body. She could tell she was completely naked. Unable to pull her feet from what ever held them bound, her arms held down at her sides.

The occasional wisp of cool air that licked across her sweat covered body gave her goosebumps. Yet her naked back and legs sticking to what felt like faux leather felt hot and sticky.

It seemed like a faint smell of honeysuckle that accompanied the cool air that occasionally licked over her. The smell was so faint she really couldn’t tell if it was a floral scent or not.

She wondered where she was and how long she had been there.

The need to release the pressure in her bladder faded but returned every few minutes, growing more intense each time.

Again, her mind played through her last memories, trying to piece it all together. She remembered having dinner with David. They had grown close over the past month. He always insisted on only the finest restaurants. Their long love making sessions always left her physically and mentally satisfied. David was so different from the other men she had dated. Always intent on pushing her limits.

She remembered them taking a cab to his place after dinner and drinks. Laura played through their last conversation as they lay snuggling in the afterglow of several intense, mutual orgasms. Between gentle kisses oh her shoulder, David spoke in almost a whisper as he twirled a lock of her hair with his fingers.

“Tell me love, tell me what dark thoughts run through your mind.” He kissed her neck. “Tell me what you would never tell anyone else. Tell me the secrets you hold hidden from the world?” His fingers moved to her face. Gently he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. He pulled back, smiled and waited.

She grinned at him as playful thoughts of teasing him came to life. David, gently biting her ear lobe, whispered again. “Tell me Laura, what is it that always gets you off when your alone? When you’re fingers are playing circles over your clit like only you can do. Tell me, tell me of the dark places you go in your mind.”

Laura loved it when David talked to her like this, the way he teased her with words, words almost always whispered close to her ear and always accompanied by his hot breath on her neck.

She closed her eyes and whispered back. “Teasing me, teasing all my senses. Sight, I like watching things being done to me and having someone else watch things being done to me. Knowing I have no control, unable stop it!”

Her thoughts began to reel, “And smell, the smell of fresh flowers or strawberries mixed with the scent of sex.” She took a deep breath, as if she were drifting into her secret garden. That place she so enjoyed going when she lay alone in bed with her hand between her legs.

Laura stretched her arms above her head leaving her breasts on display for David’s viewing pleasure. She wanted to take him away to some distant place with words, the way he did to her. After all, it’s what he was asking for.

“Sound,” She spoke in a soft, sensual tone. “the sounds of passionate fucking, or sometimes even the sounds of my own voice, my own voice begging my captors to stop what they are doing to me, or maybe I’m begging them to fuck me harder.” Laura giggled, “This is all just fantasy! Right?”

David only whispered again. “Please love, tell me more.” Still twirling his finger in her hair. “Your darkest fantasies, share them with me.”

Laura giggled again. She turned to face her lover. Looking at him, she smiled, then relaxed and let her eyes close again.

“Taste!” She said, “The taste of your cum when I lick it off my lips, or the taste of my own wetness on your cock, strawberries!”

“And touch,” she was beginning to feel a warm feeling between her legs. “The feel of being touched anadolu yakası escort all over and not being able to stop it.” “Fingers, slowly, deliberately raking the insides of my thighs, pulling me open, fingers slipping into me.” She paused for a second, “Yes, touch, sometimes so soft it tickles and other times, rough and forceful, touch turning into hard slaps on the inside of my thighs.”

She continued, almost as if she were seeing herself helplessly bound, at the mercy of unknown captors. Describing to her lover every detail. “The mind, mental games, teasing, resisting. The anticipation of getting used, or being on display.” She paused a second. “No, the frantic feeling of being on display! The embarrassing feeling of being touched, fucked and used while strangers watch.”

She started laughing. Turning to David, “Okay, your turn!” She giggled, waiting for his reply. He only smiled at her.

He began kissing his way down her naked body. Stopping to draw each nipple between his lips, kissing and biting each one hard enough to make her hold her breath before pushing her legs apart. He made love to her with his mouth and tongue before dragging her to the edge of the bed and fucking her again.

They woke up the next morning, showered and headed off to there jobs. She remembered David telling her that he had been drawn for a random UA test and he had an appointment at the clinic before work.

She remembered getting into her car to go home after work. But it all stopped there. No other memories, nothing, until she found herself struggling against the restraints that now held her bound and naked. Her feet anchored tight, knees bent and pulled apart. She wondered how long until she would be aloud to go pee.

The slightest squeak broke the silence, was it a door?

“Hello? Who’s there?” Her words seemed to echo off walls. Her heart beat faster. She heard what sounded like someone breathing. Her heart stopped when words broke the silence. “Hello Laura!” She didn’t recognize the deep, raspy male voice.

“Please let me go, I need to use the bathroom.” She was getting desperate. “Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?”

“You have an audience Laura!” The raspy voice was loud and stern sounding. “In fact Laura, you have a very large audience. There are cameras on you.”

The voice snickered “A little over one thousand viewers watching you, and the number is growing fast. They are looking at your sweat covered breasts. They have been watching you squirm. I wonder, how many are masturbating Laura? Stroking their hard cocks, thinking about fucking that delicious, little cunt of yours?

She felt something touch her left ankle. “Let’s not keep them waiting any longer Laura.”

What ever her feet were tied to began to move. Her feet were being pulled apart and back at the same time. “Let’s give them a better view of your cunt Laura. They have been waiting patiently.”

Her knees started to bend more as her feet were slowly pulled closer to her butt. “Are you going to piss yourself Laura?” The voice asked in a softer tone. She didn’t answer.

“Laura, I’m going to remove the blindfold. We all want you to watch yourself getting fucked!”

Again, she didn’t answer. Something touched her face. The material that covered her eyes was gently pulled off her head. She blinked her eyes from the bright light. Slowly, things around her began to come into focus.

She counted one man and two women with big cameras pointed at her. Looking around the room, she counted six men, all nude and stroking their cocks. Everyone had masks covering their faces.

A large television was mounted to the ceiling directly over her head. She saw herself half laying back on what appeared to be an examination table. Her ankles bound to sturps. Her wrists bound at her sides. She watched her own legs being slowly pulled open further. It all seemed so mechanical. One woman stepped between her legs. Laura watched on the monitor as the camera zoomed in on her pussy. She watched her knees being pulled apart until her labia parted. Her pink flesh looked shiny and wet.

She started reading comments in a column that scrolled on the left atalar escort side of the screen. Some were compliments. Others were demanding and rude.

(How many men will fuck her?)

(Gorgeous pussy!)

(Shove a cock down her throat)

(I want to see her piss!”

(She is gorgeous, perfect tits!”)

She began to panic. Kicking and tugging on the ropes that bound her. It was hopeless.

“Yes, let’s let them watch you piss Laura, go ahead, let it go.”

She watched the view on the television zoom in closer on her pussy. The urge to pee faded. She watched as her legs continued to be pulled apart. It zoomed in until her pussy filled the screen. Fingers appeared. She watched as they pinched and pulled her long inner lips, pulling them open. She could see the wrinkled pink flesh deep inside her own pussy. The hood that covered her clit was pulled back until it stood tall and pointed.

One masked man that had been sitting on a chair watching, stood up, he stepped close, bent over and whispered in her ear.

“Are you enjoying this my love? Are you going to cum for your audience?”

It was David’s voice. “You said sight, so you get to watch yourself getting used on television with hundreds of people watching, maybe thousands before its over.”

Her heart raced.

“And smell, can you smell the honeysuckle? Maybe it will be a welcoming smell if mixed with the smell of sex. Can you smell your own cunt yet Laura? I can!”

“Touch! Yes, touch is so important. The feeling of feathers tickling the bottom of your feet, or maybe someone biting you. Or maybe the feeling of the soft head of a cock gently brushing across your asshole, you wondering if they are going to fuck your ass. Would you like a hard cock in your ass Laura?”

“And sound, The sound of labored breathing, the sound of sweaty flesh slapping against you. The sound of men grunting as they finally get off, only to be replaced by another and another.”

“Taste, Oh, we can’t forget taste. The taste of warm cum on your tongue, or maybe the taste of your own cunt as you clean it off a throbbing hard cock.” He paused, “Maybe the taste of another woman. Would you like to taste another woman Laura?”

David spoke softly, “And last of all, the mind, Teasing, the anticipation of being used, being on display, people watching you close up, inspecting you, people watching, listening your whimpers as you cum while they watch.”

Her back arched as fingers slid up and began rubbing across her clit. “I want you to cum for your audience my love?” Your going to watch exactly what your audience is seeing on the monitor above you. Your going to hear your own whimpers.”

He whispered “Enjoy the ride my love! I won’t let anyone hurt you! But your going to experience it all!”

She watched the monitor, she felt her long inner lips being held open, stretched. Another hand slipped between her legs. A finger slipped between her lips and into her. She watched as someone began fingering her on the monitor.

“Does that feel good my love? Does it excite you to know hundreds of people are watching me finger you?”

Laura felt safer now, a new feeling began to stir in her. It did feel good. David nodded to the other men. They all stood up and gathered around her.

David’s words somehow seemed unlike him. “Taste you said. It appears your audience wants to see men jacking off in your mouth Laura.”

Looking at the man standing next to her stroking his cock. She noticed a dangling string of clear pre cum clinging to the dark, purple head. Hands unbuckled the straps that held the gag. She worked her sore jaw as soon as it was removed.

David’s voice drew her attention, “Open your mouth Laura!”

She didn’t respond, her eyes were fixed on the long swinging string, but her mouth remained closed. She felt her knees being pulled higher and further apart. Glancing up at the monitor, she now had a full screen view of David’s hand still fingering her.

The view changed, the monitor showed her head and the hand stroking the cock above her face.

David’s voice caught her attention, Open your mouth Laura! Offer it, let him masturbate in your mouth, taste him, ataşehir escort taste his cum Laura.”

She held her mouth closed tight.

“Used, you said you fantasize about getting used while people watch Laura.” Are you being unresponsive because deep down you want to be forced? Shall we force you to open your mouth?”

From the corner of her eyes she watched another man step close. His hands grasped her head firmly and forced her to turn to the side, facing the man stroking his cock. He held her head tight. Still she gritted her teeth.

Without warning something was placed on her clit, the vibration was so intense that her back arched and her mouth opened as she gasped. The cock was pushed into her mouth before she could exhale the deep breath that she had drawn in. The hands held her head firmly. She watched as the man began stroking himself faster. The vibration on her clit slowed to a gentle vibration that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Unstoppable waves that began to make her legs shutter.

Laura heard David’s voice. “That’s better love! don’t fight it.”

She watched the masked man stroking himself with the swollen head of his cock rubbing on her tongue and across her lips. He stroked faster, he began to grunt, the stroking slowed. She held her mouth open as she felt warm cum spewing across her tongue.

A warm feeling spread through her body, she closed her lips around the pulsing head and began sucking, working her tongue on the sensitive spot under the head. She swallowed, sucked, and swallowed again.

She felt a familiar warm tinge in her abdomen The feeling she always got the instant before she had a full body orgasm. The man stepped back. The hands that held her head were withdrawn. Looking up at the monitor, Laura looked into her own eyes before noticing a string of thick cum across her cheek.

Her pulse quickened as the view on the monitor changed to a close-up of the hand that held the vibrator on her clit. It moved, leaving her pussy in full view. She felt a rush of anxiety surge through her body. She watched her own glistening pink flesh being exposed, offered for the viewing pleasure of a thousand people.

“Open your mouth Laura.”

Laura opened her mouth. The monitor changed. Laura was now watching another cock being stroked above her face. She felt fingers slipping into her pussy.

A long string of pre cum swinging from the cock was lowered until it clung across her chin and over her lips. Her audience watched her licking her lips then her mouth opened wider.

Laura’s eyes were glued to the man masturbating. She eagerly waited for him to empty himself into her mouth. The desire to taste his cum was sending tingles through her.

She felt something different pushing into her pussy. Glancing up at the monitor, she noticed David’s ring on one of the fingers that held his cock. She watched as her lover slipped his cock into her while someone else held her open.

His thick, long cock slipping into her, the stretching, the filling felt so fucking good. But it was the vibrator that hummed as someone else pressed it on her clit that sent her over the edge. Her body involuntarily jerked and twitched. Her arms and legs struggled against the ropes that bound her. Her head tipped back and her back arched high. An incredible, explosive orgasm thundered through her body. The unexpected sting of a hard slap on the tender, inside of her upper thigh was instantly followed by another and another. She watched her own flesh stretched tight around the veined cock that inched deeper into her. The slapping continued to grow harder and faster. Her body convulsed against the restraints.

Someone grasped her head and held it tight. She opened her mouth, a masked man groaned, warm cum ran to the back of her mouth. She swallowed as the man groaned in pleasure as he milked the last of his thick cum into her mouth. The slapping on her thighs, the thick cock burrowing deeper into her pussy, the vibrator on her throbbing clit. She heard her own whimpering as her body continued to convulse and tremble, the ongoing orgasm was relentless as it consumed her completely. She felt the cock began to pulse and jerk in her cunt, she felt hot cum exploding into her. The familiar sounds of David groaning filled her ears. Her world faded to darkness.

The sounds of David’s voice whispering seemed thousands of miles away.

“Wake up love!” She felt him snuggled close. He whispered, “You will have to tell me about this morning dream you were having when we get home, time to get up! chop chop, Monday morning, time to go to work!”

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