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 The chair By Jennifer O'Donnell

   (C) 2004 by Jennifer O'Donnell Jeninflorida2006@yahoo.com
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My boyfriend knew how much I loved to be tied up and to look at him as

though I were helpless and to think that he could do anything to me.  We
had discovered my submission by accident, but had it opened up our sex
lives!  In the past, I would never have done half the things we currently
did.  Maybe over time I will share some of those things.  Personally, I
think being tied has allowed me to relax and enjoy what he wanted to do. 
After all, I was a good girl and with him having all of the power I was
free to try new things.

   I'd been with Gary for five years.  As in all relationships, things had
settled down and become routine.  Gary had always been supportive, a great
listener, and nice to me.  By no means was he a stud, or the best lover
that I've ever had.  But, we were building a great life together.  Gary had
short brown hair and stood around five feet, ten inches, which fitted me
perfectly because I could still wear my tallest of pumps and not tower
above him.

   After work, Gary loved to wear jeans and T-shirts.  One thing that made
Gary different was that he never tried to change me.  Most of the guys that
I'd dated before loved to tone down my style of dress.  Not that I dressed
like a slut or anything, but my past boyfriends wanted my skirts longer and
for me to wear padded bras.  I wasn't allowed anything lacey, as they'd
have gotten jealous if my nipples showed.  Gary, on the other hand, made me
feel like a queen and loved to "put me on display" and show me off as his.

   We were very active and athletic, riding bikes on the weekend and
watching what we ate.  The only thing Gary would want different would be
for me to have a C cup and not a B.  One of our newest games was having
Gary tie me up.  Oh, I loved it!  The total loss of control!  I loved being
under Gary's control and fully submitting to him.  My senses were
heightened as I felt him do things to me and how my body responded to his
touch...  Oh, I have enjoyed lots of orgasms in my life, but never had I
felt anything that powerful!

   One night while I was being tied up, hubby's friends came over.  There I
was, tied in a chair with my blouse in disarray.  While still in my blouse,
hubby pulled it over my head, putting my breasts on display (as he loved to
say).  My Victoria's Secret bra had a front closure, so he was able to show
my breasts without removing my bra.  Seemingly from nowhere, he had panties
in his hand and placed them in my mouth.  Sometimes he liked to blindfold
me so that I was clue-less as to what he was going to do to me.  That day,
he wanted me to see.  The arousal started to build as he owned me.

   Every now and then I enjoyed a little humiliation.  Gary was a very
loving man and I had never been in any abusive relationship.  So I didn't
mind when he said dirty things to me, or asked me to remove my panties
while we are out.  Oh, and I just loved it when he wanted me to flash.

   Then one innocent night everything changed.  I came home and was greeted
by a masked man.  I knew it was Gary because of his usual cologne.  Gary
tied me up and started to play his little power game.  First, he removed my
skirt.  Then he tied my arms and legs to the chair and placed a pair of
panties in my mouth.  Oh, that dirty man.  I loved it.  Immediately, I
noticed my scent.

   The only protection my pussy had was the sheer, nude-colored pantyhose
that I wore to work that day.  My arms were tied, as were my legs, and I
didn't wear panties to work under those pantyhose (but that is another
story).  After ten minutes of Gary's teasing, there was a knock at the
door. He left me to answer it.

   I heard him talking in a friendly tone and, oh!  I was hoping it was
Mike.  I'd been creaming my panties for him.  Gary knew that, because
whenever Mike was around, Gary got laid.  It did take Gary some time to
understand that, but by last year, hubby finally picked up on it.  Oh, I'd
been dropping hints to the man, touching his powerful forearms while
looking into his sexy eyes.  Gary had started to enjoy dirty talk in bed
and, on many nights, loved talking about Mike.

   He walked in.  Gary came into the room with Mike, and I took note that
Gary had removed his mask.  I screamed to the panties in my mouth.  My
husband became rockhard as his friend looked at me.  Talk about feeling
sexy, my husband was showing me off to his friend...  the same friend that
I'd been masturbating over for years.  Both Gary and Mike stared at me. 
How I loved them looking at my exposed body!

   Mike pulled at his jeans to give himself more room.  Seeing him do that
just pushed me over the edge.  This stud was aroused from seeing me.  Then
I came...  oh god, did I cum!  Seeing him just pushed me over the edge. 
Mike looked at my husband as I tried to regain whatever dignity I could
find.  Now I had something to worry about.

   The wet spot between my legs!  I had to see.  How bad had I wet my hose?
Could they notice my scent?  Did I want them to?  What would these guys do?


   Mike looked at me and then hubby, saying, "I hope that I'm interrupting
something."

   My body was on fire as I had to wait for those studs.  What would they
do to me?  How far would things go?  Would that night be the night that I
finally got to enjoy Mike?

   Gary looked at me, "Sorry about that, Mike, we were about to start.  Can
I get you a beer?"

   "Sure, that would be great." Gary left the room to get Mike his beer. 
Mike looked at me, at my body, and in a strong, confident voice, said, "I
want to admire your sexy model." His eyes consumed every inch of my body. I
could feel him touching me with those sexy green eyes of his.  My body
trembled with excitement, nothing hidden from this stud so that he could
see all of me.

   Gary returned, and handing Mike the beer, asked, "She's so sexy isn't
she?"

   "Oh, my god, yes."

   "Go ahead and touch her, feel how soft her skin is." Gary looked into my
eyes.  I swear that he could see my fear and lust.  I wanted this and hoped
that he would not become jealous later.  Gary had complete control over me
and there was nothing that I could do.  I was his and I wanted to also be
Mike's.  I'd never wanted two men before - and never two men at once.

   Mike reached out and touched my face, and then my neck, whispering as if
to himself, "So soft..."

   "Yes, and see how she responds to your touch."

   "Yeah, I like how her nipples are becoming thicker and her chest is
red."

   "Ya know, Mike, I think she likes it."

   Mike looked down at my wet pussy and noticed how aroused I was.  "Well,
I love seeing her this way, finally being able to see her nude body."

   "You can do more than look," Gary said, as he grabbed Mike's wrist and
placed his hand on my breast.  Mike knew how to touch me and Gary backed
off.  "Don't you love her soft breasts, her hard nipples?"

   Both men were standing around me, and I could see that their jeans had
become rather tight.  How long before I would get to see more?  With my
eyes streaming, I begged, "Take those damn sexy jeans off and show me what
you have!  I want to know what I'm about to get!" I had to know how bad
these men wanted me.

   I loved it, the lack of guilt and worry.  Those studs could take me, use
me, enjoy me, and give me a night of hard passion.  What helped me feel
comfortable was that Gary controlled it.  It was Gary's idea.  That gave me
a great amount confidence.

   Gary sat down across from me, removed his shoes and then unzipped his
jeans.  Mike followed his lead.  What a view it was, watching those men
undress, knowing that they'd soon enjoy my female treasures.

   "Mike, go next to her.  If you don't mind, I'm going to take some
pictures."

   "Of course," Mike said, as he moved over to me.  What he hadn't known
was that we had that room wired with a few movie cameras and I was sure
that Gary was recording everything.  Oh, Mike had that look, just like a
kid in the candy store.  I'm sure he was a little nervous, touching me, as
he was not sure how Gary would react.

   Mike touched my thigh.  Electricity flowed though my body as his touch
sent my mind into overdrive.  I'd never had a man touch me like that, well,
at least since I'd been married.  And at that point, my husband was
encouraging his friend not only to look at me but to touch me!  I LOVED it.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.  I wanted to savor those feelings
of having another man after being with just Gary.  His hand moved teasingly
over my body.  Mike touched my stomach, then moved up to my neck, my chin,
and finally my face.  He had avoided my nipples and pussy.  If he'd only
known how badly I'd wanted him to touch me.  God, how bad I'd wanted him in
me.  Every time his hands moved to my thighs I desperately tried to spread
my legs for him.  I wanted him in me!  I wanted to feel him touch me.  I
needed his cock!

   Gary moved behind him, taking pictures.  Even with my eyes closed, I
could see the flash.  His friend was touching me; my body was overwhelming
me with its cries for more attention, and my husband was capturing it all
on film.

   I could feel Mike moving closer.  He kissed my chest and my neck.  His
lips felt like velvet against me.  I needed more.  He licked his way down
to my chest and started to kiss all around my breasts.  Silently, I begged
him to take my nipple.  The room was becoming a sauna and my body was the
fire.  I had to have this man taste my nipples.  I wanted to feel him suck
on me.

   Gary walked around us, encouraging, "That's it Mike, that's so hot!"

   Then he did it!  Mike took my nipple.  I felt his tongue touch me and he
started to suck on me, his caress so soft, and yet, so manly.  I offered no
resistance, if only I could beg for him, but my restraints and the panties
clenched between my teeth stopped me.  I wanted to have him and then my
husband.

   "Hold it...  pull on her nipple and let me get a few shots of that."

   I had to look and see what was going on.  Both men were nude, more
importantly both men were hard.  Gary was walking around, his cock bouncing
as he snapped pictures.  Mike was kneeling before me, touching me and
sucking on my breasts.  I could see his thick, stiff cock.  Mike moved to
get better access to my body.  Oh, I could feel his cock touching my calf.
I wanted that in me!  I wanted for him to open me, stretch me, and just use
my pussy.

   Something pulled my head down to look at Mike as he nursed.  If only I
could run my fingers through his hair and pull him into me.  If only I
could pull this man into me, eat him alive.

   Then Mike started to touch me, and most importantly, he finally touched
my pussy.

   "Oh, don't worry about her hose, just rip the crotch out," Gary said.  I
couldn't believe my husband had just told another man to do that.  How
kinky!

   Mike reached between my legs, and I finally felt his hand on my pussy as
he gently pulled on the pantyhose.  I could hear the hose tearing, granting
my stud access to my most private feminine charms.

   He had complete access to me.  His thick fingers cupped my pussy and
started to apply pressure.  I was sure his fingers were very wet with my
arousal because it felt like I was pouring.  Mike then slipped my clit
between his ring and index fingers.  This man knew what I liked!  Gary was
talking to us and snapping away, but I didn't hear a word.

   Mike pulled my clit away from my body, gently started to rock me with a
little increase of pressure and that did it.  I started to cum again. 
Little moans came out of my mouth as the men watched my body convulse.

   Gary was teasing Mike, "See what you do to her?  You didn't even fuck
her yet and she came!  Well, at least once so far."

   Shuddering, I paused at what my husband had just said.  Mike hadn't
fucked me YET?  Oh, my!  Gary wanted Mike to fuck me!  If I could only tell
him that I would come twice!  Then again, a girl shouldn't tell men those
things as it would go straight to their heads.  And I wanted a head in me,
a nice thick mushroom, cumming-machine head.

   "Since I'm taking some pictures, I've got some ideas.  Let's move her
around to capture some really sexy images.  Like your cock between her
pussy lips.  That's one that I've been dreaming about for some time.  Oh
yeah, that'll be very sexy!"

   The boys started to move me around, untying me, but keeping me under
their control.  Gary removed my blouse because my arms were going numb. 
They placed me on the couch and retied me.  Men can be so gross!  Why did I
have to be spread-eagled?  Anyone could take me then, as my pussy was
exposed and open.  Oh well, it was Gary's fantasy.  My arms were tied
behind my back and I turned my wrists, holding my wet cheeks.

   (*** Might it be better if her hands were tied above her head?)

   Gary started to direct again.  "Now move between her legs and place your
cock on her lips."

   Mike did just that.  I watched him grab that massive cock and place it
on my lips.  Even though I was tied up, I could still move.  My body took
control and my hips started rocking.  Oh, that felt good.  I tried my best
to move his cock over my clit.  I love to masturbate and I was using Mike
to do it.

   "Hold it there," Gary commanded, and he moved into place and snapped
some pictures.  My mind raced in lust.  It was so naughty.  I had a man I'd
only dreamed about between my legs, his hard cock on my pussy, and quickly
he would be inside me.  My husband snapped away taking naughty pictures.  I
noticed my kinky husband as he started to rub his hard cock.

   I was totally lost and needed more.  Once Gary finished taking those
pictures, I tried my best to move Mike's cock into me.

   "Gary, I think Heather wants something!"

   "What's that?" Gary asked as he looked down.

   I had a nervous smile on my face as they watched me.  No one spoke, not
even taking a breath.  The room was dead quiet.  No one knew what to
expect. Oh, I knew what I wanted!  I bit my lower lip as I moved my body to
accept his cock.  With a little help from Mike, I felt his tip enter my
pussy lips.  I looked at Mike and he smiled.  I looked at Gary and then his
cock.  Gary's cock was leaking pre-cum!

   I slid my hips down, taking Mike's cock into me.  Immediately, I noticed
how much thicker he was then Gary.  Mike teased me, only allowing the head
of his cock into me.  I moaned and frowned as I wanted more!  He denied me,
making me want him even more.

   Gary let out a loud groan, catching our attention.  Both Mike and I
looked over to see something shocking.  Gary had just shot his cum all over
the carpeting.  My husband had just shot cum from watching his best friend
tease me with his cock!  I couldn't believe it!  At least he was enjoying
it, too.

   Mike looked at me, and whispered, "I guess your husband is enjoying
himself.  I think he loves watching me fuck you."

   His words sent shivers through my body.  With one quick thrust, he
slammed all of his meat into me!  I screamed into the panties.  It didn't
hurt, but it was uncomfortable.  Oh my, he was big and thick.  He stayed
there, just looking into my eyes.  That was not his first time with a
smaller woman, and so he gave my body time to adjust to his size.

   Right on queue, he started moving his cock.  It felt so good and so
right!  Gary started taking pictures again.  Even though this was Gary's
idea, it felt erotically strange to have my husband taking pictures of his
friend fucking me.

   "That's it, Mike, fuck her just like that.  You should see some of the
pictures that I have.  Look at her.  How sexy she looks!  Damn, Mike, I
think she really enjoys how you're fucking her!"

   "She's so tight...  her pussy feels so soft and tight."

   These men were talking about me, talking about my body, talking about my
most intimate and personal charms.  They talked about me like I wasn't
there.  In a way I wasn't, as the panties in my mouth kept me from talking.
But they sure could hear me moan!

   "Mike, pull most of your cock out of her, I want to take a picture of
your cock all wet from her." And Mike did just what Gary asked.

   My kinky husband was directing his friend on how he should fuck me! 
Gary snapped away some pictures of that cock pulling out of me.  Then Mike
slipped back into me.  So deep!  A girl could get used to that kind of
fucking!  It went on for what felt like an hour, but probably it was only
ten or so minutes.

   Gary started to bark out some more orders, only this time Mike ignored
them.  "I'm sorry, man, but I really can't hold back any longer." Mike
really started to pick up the pace, slamming harder and harder into me.  My
belly started to tighten for the orgasm.  I relaxed and let Mike do what he
wanted.  The harder he fucked me, the harder it was to hold off.

   I felt some of Mike's sweat hit me and I knew he was close.  This man
was working!  My orgasm hit me, like a freight train, and I screamed into
my panties.  My eyes closed, and I almost passed out from the passion. 
Mike gave one last, quick, hard thrust, pushing all of his body into me. 
That massive head expanded in me and he started to pump his cum into me.

   Oh god, we didn't talk about that.  He fucked me bareback and was
cumming in me.  I didn't care; I had to feel him cum inside me.  Giving me
all he had.  I didn't care, I just wanted more.

   Without a word, he collapsed on top of me.  His cock still was deep in
me and it wasn't moving or shrinking, just delivering the last of his cum.
I could feel the last few spasms as my own orgasm came to an end.

   No one said a thing.  We just relaxed and took the time to digest the
experience.

   I had just had my first stud.

   My husband watched me with his friend.

   My husband gave me to his best friend.

   Mike pulled out and moved over next to me, his love tool glistening with
my juice.  There was still a little cum on his cock.  How would he taste?
If only I were free to taste him.

   While looking at Mike, Gary moved between my legs.  I hadn't realized
that he was hard.  Without warning or fanfare, he guided himself into my
pussy.  I screamed and tried to stop him.  I was dirty.  How could he fuck
me with Mike's cum in me?  It was too late, and I couldn't stop him.  Gary
placed his cock in me and started to fuck me.

   That was the first time I'd had two men.  My husband started to fuck me
furiously.  I could tell he wouldn't last long.  The show Mike had given
was too much for him.  Harder and faster, Gary fucked me.  I was sure he
was thinking about what Mike had just done to me.  He tensed, only that
time I couldn't feel his head pumping cum into me.  Oh, I hoped it was the
fact that I was a little numb from all that hard fucking.

   Gary pulled out and looked at me.  "Girl, how do you feel having two
men?" He made a silly face and then pulled the panties out of my mouth.

   "You studs know how to treat a girl."

   "Do you mean we know how to fuck a girl?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "That, too."

   Gary reached around and untied me.  I stood up, allowing the blood to
flow though my body again.  "Man, you guys also know how to make a mess."

   That got Gary to jump up.  "Wait, don't do anything.  Just let it be for
a few minutes I really want to take a picture!"

   "You're so gross," I told him.

   "Yeah," he replied softly, "but you love me."

   "Yes, I do," I agreed, and I kissed him.  I did love him, and I loved
what he had given me.  He'd allowed me to live out a fantasy.  I felt so
awkward standing there, but it was the least I could do for Gary.  I
giggled as I thought, "Men and their little kinky fetishes."


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