I stood by the phone booth in a Burger King for about 10 minutes, vacillating about if I should call her or not. I had called information and found her new number; she had moved from the last time I had contact with her four years ago.
I was thinking about all the reasons not to call her (then filling in arguments): she might be living with someone (even though I found a number listed under her name) or she might not look like someone I want to spend the night with (but four years ago I didn't let her 20 lbs over weight stop me). There were other thoughts that could only be answered by calling. There was a listing for Roberta Carpenter, but in a college town like Columbus, OH there were many people moving in and out. It could be another Roberta Carpenter. Maybe she was still mad at me.
I was getting ready to do the infamous booty call. I had dated Roberta for eight months after my divorce. I had met her at a Jazz club. I didn't and don't usually make the trip from Cincinatti to hear music, but a friend of mine convinced me it would be good to get out of town. I met Roberta...Bobbi. I wouldn't have thought of being involved with a woman like her -- short and stout -- but she began talking to me at the bar. Two hours later my friend was driving back to Cincy alone and I was thrusting into Bobbi doggie style on her living room floor. It was a one night stand that turned into a weekend that turned into eight months. Had it not been the driving from Cincy to Columbus and back every weekend; I might have dated her longer. Besides taking me home on Sunday night (complete with a backseat quickly at a rest stop), most of the driving was done by me. I could definitely say the sex was top notch. What she lacked in traditional beauty, Bobbi made up in a will to please.
Remembering that first night cinched it. Bobbi was one of the few women in my life that found me attractive -- for reasons not apparent to 99 percent of the women population. I was horny and the quarter was hot in my hand.
The phone rang 10 times and I thought of hanging up, but I was alone in a town I didn't living in, looking at the possibility of driving home in a rain storm. I was also feeling lonely and someone listening to the phone ring was comforting.
"Hello," came a gruff, annoyed voice. I thought it was Bobbi, but I was so used to listening to the telephone ring it surprised me to hear a voice.
"Ummm, is this the Roberta Carpenter number," I asked feebly.
"Who is calling," was her response and I realized I had the right number.
"Bobbi, this is Art," I explained.
"Art....?" she replied and after a short silence, "Art Montage?"
"Yes, I hope I am not interrupting, are your kids there," I was speaking nervously and realized that asking about her kids was pretty stupid. Her ex-husband had custody on the weekends and in the eight months of our dating I only saw the kids half a dozen times. I didn't spend more than four hours with them at any given time.
She hesitated and then said, "No."
"So how are you," and we began a somewhat stilted conversation. About halfway through our talk, I thought that maybe there was someone with her which would explain why the phone had rang so many times. I thought about asking her, but was uncomfortable about fitting it in. Then we began to talk more freely so I assumed she must have either just come home or taking a nap. I was just about to invite myself over, when she excused to use the toilet.
I was feeling pretty embarrassed in the restaurant. It was 8 p.m. Friday evening and the fast food restaurant was filled with teenagers. To be making a booty call in the midst of them, was only outdone by being put on hold for five minutes. I thought about pretending to talk to someone, but that seemed fairly foolish. I tried to listen closely to the receiver to see if I could hear anything. I thought maybe I had heard the television, but with the din of the restaurant; it could had been anything.
"So what are you doing," she asked when she came back.
I explained to her how I had come to town to see an art exhibit and started thinking about her. I had not sense any resignation in her voice from before, so I spread a feel layers about how I thought about her often and being in this town gave me reason to wonder how she was.
I told her I thought I would see if she might want to do something...perhaps a Jazz club.
"I don't know, you know what happened last time," she said, so flirty, it sounded like a performance.
"Yeah, I thought about that," I said, wondering if she was being sarcastic with me.
"Why don't we save the cover charge and listen to music here," she asked and I could see her sly smile across town.
I wanted to flirt back, but it seemed like the three 17-year-olds at the table next to me were paying a bit too much attention to my conversation. When she sensed my uneasiness I explained how there were several young ears quite near by.
"That would be nice," I said.
"Would it be nice if I tied you up and stuck several fingers up your ass," she teased me. During our relationship we had often flirted over the phone like this, creating scenarios that didn't always come true, but were fun to play with.
"Ummm Hmmm," I said, knowing I must have been turning red; I knew I was beginning to sweat. I was very uncomfortable with a lump in my throat and a much larger one in my pants.
"I mean it, if you come over...I'm tying you up," she said and I knew she meant it.
"Why don't you give me some directions," I replied, answering her proposition indirection.
"Take off your clothes and put your hands behind your back..."
"I mean directions to your house," I said, cutting her off.
She giggled, then had me explain where I was and explained how to get to her duplex. Fortunately I was nearby, and I didn't have much to remember, or far to travel.
In the 10 minutes it took me to drive to her place I wondered if she was playing with my mind or not, knowing that when it came to sex, Bobbi usually came through.
I parked my car in the back, with three other cars, and went up the back steps. She met me at the door and we embraced. The back door lead into a small laundry room. On the washing machine, there was a bandana.
She might have gained weight, but I couldn't tell. She had changed her hair; I thought for the better. She had a robe on and seemed to be naked underneath. My hand were on her back and I could tell she didn't have a bra on.
"Turn around," she said, reaching for the bandanas. She tied me up and I giggled nervously, but complied.
Once she had my hands tied, she reached from behind me and unbuckled my pants. She had not closed the door and I could see an open window.
"Aren't you afraid the neighbors might see?" I asked just before she let my pants drop to the floor.
"Not really, it won't be me they see naked," she said with playfulness in her voice. She grabbed my erect penis and tugged at it, pulling me into the kitchen. She led me to a chair and I sat down.
There were a several more bandanas on the table with some facial pads. Bobbi put a couple pads on each of my eyes and then held them with a bandana. She tied the bandana and then tied another around my eyes. I wasn't used to this and didn't really grasp what she was doing.
She straddled my legs and sat on my lap. At that point, I knew she wasn't wearing underwear because I felt her pubic hair rubbing against me. She held my head and we kissed for several minutes. She began to unbutton my shirt.
"How long have you wanted to do this?" I asked.
"With you?"
"Yes...with me," I replied and she pushed my shirt over my shoulders.
I lost a moment of what she was doing, but quickly realized what when she bit my left nipple and then licked it after I flinched.
"I've wanted to do this every since the St. Louis game," she finally answered my question, then she bit my right nipple. I flinched again, but it was her answer that really nipped at me. She was referring to the baseball game we had seen the weekend I let her know I didn't want to date her anymore.
I wasn't sure what to say. She could be just playing with my mind or possibly she WAS harboring a grudge.
"Don't look so surprised," Bobbi said getting off my lap. She tugged at my cock again. "Get up, we are going into the living room."
She pulled me into what I assumed was the living room. By now I could feel my heart thumping against my sternum. Bobbi turned me around. She placed her hand against my chest and lightly pushed. I was feeling vulnerable, thinking if she was seeking revenge she could be doing anything, like pushing me down a flight of stairs into the basement or down on a roll of barbed wire.
"Sit," she said. I went to step back, but my calf felt something and I stumbled down into a chair. The chair felt prickly against my ass. Bobbi removed some of my apprehensions when she slid her mouth over my penis. When she lived her head, sliding me out of her mouth, she raked her teeth gently up my shaft. The sensation caused me to flex with delight.
I felt her untie my shoes and pull them off, then she yanked off my pants. My underwear went with my pants and I could hear the pants hit the floor next to us. She grabbed the ankle of my right foot and guided my foot to her pubic hair and rubbed the ball of my foot through her thick mess.
"I see you still aren't shaving," I said.
"No, you are right," Bobbi replied and set my foot down. She had moved away. I was pretty sure she was in the room for the next five minutes but I wasn't completely sure. I heard her light a match and I was pretty sure she lit a candle. I heard her flick a light switch. I couldn't see very much with the blindfold but I sensed it getting darker.
She wrapped a rope around my left ankle, tying it. She did the same to my right. Then she placed what felt like a broom handle on the top of my feet and I could feel her tying the rope on my left foot to what turned out to be some kind of two foot wooden stick. She spread my feet and tied my right ankle. When she stood up and walked away from me I realized -- without any resistance -- I let her completely tie me up.
The thought frighten me. Here I was with a woman who I haven't seen in four years; who might be feeling hurt by our break-up, and I had just let her render me helpless. I tested the bonds around my ankles and realized she had done a good job. Too good for my peace of mind.
"You're not really mad at me are you?" I asked.
"No, what ever made you think that," she said, startling me because she was standing right next to me.
"ahhh!!" I yelped a second later when something burned my thigh. It took a second, but I realized she had dripped wax on me. "Why did you do that?"
"To see how you would react," she said and then another drip hit me. I realized that she must have been holding the candle fairly high above me. The wax had mostly cooled by the time it hit my leg, it was just the suddenness of it that scared me. I still flinched when it hit me and bobbi laughed.
I was waiting for another splash of wax, but when I heard water running in the kitchen I realized she had left. It sounded like she was filling some container with water, but at this point I really had trouble figuring out what was happening. I was pretty sure I could smell some jasmine incense burning.
"I'm going to lead you over to a foot stool, so you will have to get up," she said returning to the room.
"Umm," I began edging forward in the chair to gain some leverage so I could stand with my ankles in shackles, "I need to pee."
"Okay," she said, again tugging at my penis. "We'll take care of your bladder first."
I could stand up, but I was wobbly. Bobbi grabbed my stabilize me.
"Which way to the bathroom?" I asked.
"We aren't going to the bathroom," she said and let go of me for a second. For a fleeting second, I thought she meant she would lead me outside. She returned and I felt her press something against the base of my penis. My nervousness had caused my cock to deflate some and Bobbi grabbed it.
"Piss," she told me and I figured she must have a container of some sort. I tried to pee, but the whole situation was unsettling.
"Would you rather hold it in?" she joked and I pushed a stream of piss out of me. When I was finished she shook my cock several times. "Shake it more than twice and you are playing with it."
With her last comment, I felt her flick my penis with her finger. She moved away from me for a second and then returned, I guessed she had set the container of my urine down somewhere. Standing beside me, she reached her hand behind me, prodding me forward with her finger on my sphincter.
I waddled slowly, with the stick secured to my ankles. After several steps she told me to drop to my knees and I did some, but it was difficult and last few inches I just dropped forward.
"Bend over," she told me and I did, but I was afraid I would, at some point, fall on my face. I felt my stomach touch something that I realized was a foot stool. I placed my chest on it and head drooped forward, past the edge of the foot stool. Bobbi started to wrap thin string or twine around me and the stool. She must have made 20 loops around me and the foot stool.
After the twine was tied, I sensed she had moved behind me. She tickled my testicles and ran her finger against my penis.
"Are you ready to be ass fucked?" she asked standing up and sounded sympathetic. I was thinking...or worrying more to the point, about how she had shown me no affection besides our initial embrace and a kiss in the kitchen. I heard some music start coming from the stereo...soft jazz.
"I guess I don't have a choice," I answered her. I wasn't sure if I did have a choice, but I was still looking forward to her playing with me. We had talked about doing things like this before. After I had backed out a few times, she stopped bringing it up, assuming I was all talk and no action.
She was kneeling next to my ass. I heard something dip into water and I figured she had some sort of cloth that she was wringing out, when I heard the excess water splash back into the tub. There was a pause and it seemed as though she was rotating something in the cloth...soap. The cloth was warm and sensual when she began to rub it against my ass. There was a lot of lather on the cloth and she was soaping up my ass; paying extra attention to my crevice and sphincter.
The whole cleaning process felt oddly comforting after wondering what she was going to do to me next. Once my ass was soaped up she rinsed the cloth off and then wiped off the soap. The process was repeated on my genitals, making me aware of how my cock and balls were not touching the stool I was bound to, because it was the first I realized I was fully erect.
She had another cloth or towel, a dry one, that she patted me dry with.
She then startled me by squirting some lotion on the top of my ass. It wasn't cold, it was as warm as the water had been and perhaps she had been letting it soak in the tub, but the heavy dollop was different than the washcloth
The lotion was warm and there was a lot of it. I felt some of it start to slither down the crack of my ass.
Bobbi began to massage the lotion into my ass, at first avoiding the puckered folds of my sphincter. Though I could feel the twine cutting into my skin and my arms seemed to be falling asleep from being tied behind me, the massage was very soothing. Squirting more lotion on the cleft of my ass she began to work her fingers along my crevice.
When she began to probe a finger into my bum, it was met with little resistance. She was very smooth in her actions and I was surprised at how quickly she was able to work several fingers up my ass. Soon she was able to fold all four of her small fingers and push them into me. Once her hand was partly in me she would expand her fingers, stretching my rear entrance.
"mmmm," I moaned, partly to let her know what she was doing felt so good and partly the sound just came out of me involuntarily. "How much are you going to stretch me out?"
"Enough," she said pushing her palm into me up to the crook of her thumb. One of her fingers bumped against my prostrate, causing me to rotate my hips. She pulled her out and after a moment I felt a phallus go into me. I wasn't sure, but I guessed it was the penis shaped dildo her ex-husband had given her.
Bobbi kept working the dildo in and out of me. Her other hand rubbed my stomach some and then caressed my penis.
"How does it feel to be ass-fucked?" she asked, again her tone was neutral, though I tried to find a grain of sarcasm.
"Nice," I answered with a dreamy response.
With that she squeezed my cock, then let go of it. She had moved from behind me and was moving some furniture near my head. I felt her thigh bump against the left side of my head and then I heard a chair or something scoot along the carpet. She lifted up my head and slide her hips under my chin.
"Lick me," she directed and I responded. She aimed my tongue by pressing her hands against my temples and by inching her things under me. It seemed to take some time to get me positioned where she wanted, but that fumbling had warmed her up and now she was ready for my tongue to work her toward an orgasm. I began to work in ernest, hoping if I pleased her she would return her caresses to my penis.
She kept a hold of my head by the temples and was able to push her clitoris up to me with the leverage she gained by putting her feet on my back. He heels dug into my lower back as she lifted her clit against my tongue.
Her body tightened up and she came while pushing my face into her pussy. I was very uncomfortable, and though I was pleased that I had made her come so quickly, I knew I was going to be very stiff the next day.
I stopped licking and rested my forehead against her pelvis. Bobbi leaned forward and rubbed my back.
"Very good," she said when she moved her hands back to my head, tilting my face to her clitoris. "Again."
I began to lick in ernest, know she would come much quicker the second and third time.
I heard a subtle noise that started me. It sounded like someone peeing in the toilet or perhaps dumping the container of my urine. I could tell where it was coming from, but it seemed too loud to be coming from the apartment next door. I knew for sure it was Bobbi's bathroom when I heard the toilet flush.
"I thought your kids..." I question, but she cut me off.
"Don't work, keep licking," she ordered.
I could feel all the muscles in my body tense, but I began to lick her labia again. Soon I was aware that there was another in the room. The pressure on my head slacked off some and I heard kissing or a sucking coming from Bobbi.
I felt my flesh become inflamed. Someone was in the room. I flexed against the bonds, but it wasn't in any position to react to the new presence.
I heard a light moan, but wasn't sure if it was coming from Bobbi. Shortly after that there was a hand on my left ass cheek. I froze.
"Don't worry, he will be gentle," Bobbi said and two fingers slide into my ass. Two fingers, larger than Bobbies and they began to work at loosening my paralyzed sphincter.
"Who is it?" I asked.
The was no answer at first.
"Bobbi... What.... What are you doing?" I asked, not being able to hide the panic. The man behind me continue to work his fingers into my ass, applying liberal amounts of lotion.
"Art, meet Tom," Bobbi said as he slid his finger into me.
"ummm" I groaned and another finger worked into me, "hello."
"Tom...was here when you called, we have been toying with the idea of a third person for a while," she explained. "Your call seemed to be a great opportunity."
"What about me, shouldn't I--" I started to say, with my voice raising a few notes when Tom insert a third finger. "Shouldn't I been in on this discussion."
"I thought you might back out," she said, which seemed to have an ironic twist to it, with me tied down to a footstool and some guy I had never seen or knew working three fingers in my ass.
"Umph, Ya-yeah, it's a pretty good point," I said, but already realizing I was warming up to the idea and then Tom grabbed my penis. Instinctively I rotated my ass around the fingers pushing into my sphincter so I could rub against his other hand.
Though Tom's fingers were large, they had a gentle touch. I had occasionally fantasized about sex with a man and this seemed to be the perfect -- anonymous -- opportunity. One I could emotional detach from by saying I was forced, though I suspect if I had started screaming they would quickly release me.
"If it will make you feel any better, when I am done Bobbi will suck you off," came a male voice from behind me, that had to be Tom's. There was something about the touch of his hands and the timber of his voice that was spinning my libido around like a tilt-a-whirl. When he said the words, suck you off,' he had taken his index finger and rubbed the slit of my penis, using my pre-cum as lubricant.
I didn't respond verbally, but when Tom slid his fingers in me again and I tilted up my head with a chill of delight by bending my neck up.
Bobbi must have given him a visual go ahead, because Tom took his hands and put them on my hips. He began to slide his erect cock along my crevice. His erection felt large as he squeezed my ass cheeks around his penis. It startled me, not in the sense that it scared me, but I knew this was going to happen.
I had often had bisexual fantasies, ones that involved anal penetration. Many a time I would masturbate with these fantasies when I was traveling. I was a sales rep, and found myself alone in motel rooms many a night, with a lubricated phallus in my ass, as I stroked my penis. The difference from those fantasies and what was happening to me; I was not in control. But then it was my control that had stopped the fantasy from coming true.
Several times I had found myself approached by men in hotel lounges. For some reason, gay men found me appealing. At least five times oral sex -- no strings attached -- had been offered me. Each time I backed away. After each incident I would find myself in my room later mental creating a scene with the man stroking my penis while he thrusted into me.
I had mentioned these proposals to Bobbi in a joking way. Her response was he came on to me because I had a hot ass.'
"Well if that is what he they wanted they should have asked," I once joked back.
Our relation had a lot of playfulness to it related to such verbal jousting. Occasionally I would point out how a man had been looking at her or flirting and her response would be, "well maybe he will give you a blowjob if I suck him off."
Though the discussions acted only as verbal foreplay, we shared our fantasies through the communications. Ones that I had no intentions of acting on...until this situation.
Though I had stretched my sphincter to various size, I wondered if I would be able to take the man who was massaging my ass with his hands while he slide his cock along the crack of my ass.
As large as his penis felt, I knew I had been stretched enough to take it and the fact of the matter, I was actually craving it. Besides, it had been me who called Bobbi after four year looking for sex, perhaps this is what I deserved, though it was more than I had expected.
Conflicting thoughts were dancing though my mind: anticipation and fear; could my ass handle this guy or did I want to. My thoughts had distracted me and Bobbi pushed my head back into her pussy, to remind me to keep licking.
I re-focused my attention on Bobbi's clit and the hands behind me stopped massaging my ass. As I waited for the hands to return or to position his cock in my ass, I wondered what he was doing. The experience made me realize that my mixture of anticipation and trepidation had me extremely excited. Not knowing what was to happen next, made me want it (whatever it' was) to happen all the more.
I felt Tom lean back. His penis and body no longer touching me. A moment later I felt the tip of his penis draw a line down my crevice. I wasn't completely sure but it felt as though he had lubed up a condom and put it on.
Tom left go of his cock and it rested against my ass. I was longing to have something happen. My excited me energized my cunnelingist. Bobbi again held my head tightly and I propel her to another orgasm. I rode her orgasm out the best I could. Blindfolded and bond made it difficult to follow the thrusting of her hips.
"Liked that huh?" I heard Tom say to Bobbi.
"Mmmm," was her initial response. She leaned forward and stroked my head. I had turned my head so my temple rested on her thigh. "It was nice."
Tom slide his cock along my ass again. His hands were holding my hips. I didn't know if he was teasing me or trying to re-stimulate his cock.
He released the hold of his right hand, and I felt him reach for my cock. First he gripped my balls, which sere sagging. Tom's hand shifted to the shaft of my penis. I wasn't erect, but definitely in an excited state. His hand slide to the head of my cock and gripped it. After a second he let go.
"Look at this," he said. "Her's really spewing out the pre-cum."
To punctuate this comment, he rocked his hips forward, sliding his cock along my ass. I felt his hand grip my cock again, like proverbial joy stick.
"How would you like have this baby sucked," Tom asked. I knew he was talking to me because he squeezed my cock, but I didn't know if he was offering to suck me or suggesting Bobbi would do it. Tom masturbated me briefly with his hand.
"Yes," I said. After a pause, I added: "I would like that."
Tom let go of me. Apparently he had gathered up some more of my pre-cum, because he wiped it on my hip
Again he took his cock and pushed it against my sphincter. Then he rested his right hand rested on the small of my back. His left hand crept forward on my hip. The head of his penis was positioned at the entrance of my sphincter, but he didn't shove his way in. Instead, he gently pushed. I felt Tom pulling himself in with the grip of his left hand.
I inhaled through my mouth, my nasal passage was clogged with Bobbi's secretions. Still, I could feel and smell her gooey vaginal secretions on my face and I slide my cheek against her thigh.
As Tom's cock entered me slowly. He kept pushing forward, my body vacillated between tensing and trying to relax my sphincter so he could enter me. Each time I relaxed he pushed in more. Bobbi stroked the side of my head. Tom pulled himself into me with his left hand and his other hand was on the small of my back; using it for leverage.
My face was slippery against Bobbi's thigh, she put her thighs together, forming a place to rest my head. I sensed her and Tom were looking at each other, but I wasn't sure if they were trying to non-verbally communicate. She began to rub my shoulders. Tom's right hand moved to my waist. With both hands he pulled himself all the way into me.
I felt Tom's thighs press against the back of my thighs and I knew he was all the way in. It wasn't comfortable, but I knew I was going to be able to handle him. He slipped back and into me slowly.
"So how does Art like being ass fucked?" Bobbi asked. I left it as a rhetorical question and concentrating on keeping my sphincter relaxed so Tom could slide in and out of me.
Tom had stretched me enough, I just needed to relax. The more I relaxed the more I could begin to enjoy the act. I didn't enjoy it so much in enjoying the feeling. I was enjoying this because I knew I was pleasing this stranger with my ass.
After several strokes, Tom pulled his cock all the way out of my ass. He had removed his hands from my hips and I wasn't sure what he was doing. I felt his cock against me again, but when he thrusted forward he did not entered me. He had re-lubed his cock and it slipped away. He held the head against my sphincter and inched his shaft into me. Once he had his cock into me his hands went back to my hips and he thrusted in. His cock was slick now and I could relax my ass so he could pump into me.
Tom moved into a rhythm. I sensed he was quickly working to an orgasm. I rotated my hips some to work his cock into me. His hands tightened around my hips.
He paused, then thrusted in, slide out and thrusted in. He squeezed my hips tight and let out a moan.
Tom relaxed his grip on my hips and slide his hands forward to my shoulders. I could tell he was holding Bobbi's hands and my shoulders at the same time....holding his hips pressed against my ass.
I felt Bobbi's thighs shift, above me I realized that Tom and Bobbi were kissing. As Tom edged forward to continue his kiss, his cock -- now deflating -- began slide out of me. +++
Their kiss left me feeling there, but not part of what was going on. Tom's cock slipped out of my ass and face on Bobbi's lap, covered with her orgasm, yet I was ignored as the kissed.
They parted and Tom let go of Bobbi's hands and his touch left my back. He backed away from me and I no longer felt his touch. I felt Bobbi move and lifted my head. I could see, but I could hear her moving the chair. She touched my head and I lifted my head. I heard her move the chair. Again she touched my head, this time the top, gently pushing down. I moved with her hand until I rested my head on the chair.
"Should we get him off?" Tom asked. If Bobbi said anything, I didn't hear it. She must have nodded her head.
"You or me?" he asked.
"Do you want to?" Bobbi asked.
"I am not sure," Tom replied.
Again there was silence. I heard a jingle. The sound of coins shifting against each other in pants pocket.
"Heads is me, tails' you," Tom said, and I sensed they were smiling at the inference. Then I heard the 'ting' of a coin being flipped, then landing, bouncing then settling on the carpet.
A hand grapped my cock. It surprised me and I was soft. The fingers of the hand stretched to my balls and tickled me. I wasn't sure who had won.
As I was fondled, I realized it was not Bobbi, the hand was too big. Tom had placed his left hand on my back and played with my cock. I was quickly becoming erect. He took my soft cock and pulled it, stretching it then letting go. He did it again.
"Turn over," Bobbi said. I knew she was talking to Tom, but I wasn't sure what the order meant. Tom let go of me. I heard him move, then I felt his shoulder bump my knee. One of his arms wrapped around my hips. The other grabbed my cock and pulled it. I felt his tongue flick the tip. It seemed like that touch caused an ounce of blood to pump into my cock.
I knew Bobbi was moving around. She had ahold of the broom handle. She pulled my legs away from the footstool. My knees no longer supported me. Most of my weight was on the footstool and my cock had lowered to Tom's lips.
Tom placed the cock in his mouth, holding it there with suction. He let go with his hand, eventually my growing erection slide out of his mouth. He grabbed my cock again and it was in his mouth. This time the erection stayed and his tongue began to swirl around.
His hand then reached for my balls, with his fingertips he rubbed my balls.
"That feels nice," Tom said after taking my cock out of his mouth. After first I thought it was a question, but then I realized he was talking to Bobbi, who must have sucking Tom's cock. He moved his hand from my balls and massaged his salivia into my shaft.
"It tastes like latex," Bobbi said
"I guess it would," Tom said and put my cock in his mouth. He let my cock slide out. Holding my cock by the base of the shaft, he began to tongue me.
I felt to more hands on me, Bobbi's. It seemed she had moved up on Tom. He took my cock into his mouth. I could tell when she was pushing his cock into her puss because he moaned -- giving my cock a tingling sensation.
Bobbi was using my back for leverage and I could feel her humping away at Tom. Fortunately it did not distract him from my cock. I was flexing against the twine that bound me and in minutes Tom was swallowing my cum.
After several spirts, he let my cock slip out of his mouth. His hands moved from me to (I assumed) Bobbi. It soon turned to the point again, where I was just another in the room as they were fucking away. Evenutally Bobbi complained about her knees being sore and they moved.
"You have cum on your face," Bobbi said when Tom had moved out from under me. "Let me lick it off."
There was silence, which I took for them kissing again.
"I need to get ready for work, wanna take a shower," Tom asked.
"Yes," Bobbi responded and I was left alone.
It could have be 10 minutes or it could have been 20, but they left me tied to the footstool. I tried to move, but quickly reaized it was useless.
I began to doze, to be awaken when the twine was being cut from my shoulders. Bobbi untied me. It took a few minutes for her to get me loose and longer for me to get the feeling back in my arms.
It was awkward moment. I didn't know if I was mad at her or happy and she knew it. She left the room and I heard her running the bath. Tom was gone. I had put on my pants when Bobbi asked me if I wanted to take a shower. I still had welts in my shoulders from the twine and accepted her offer.
While I soaked Bobbi asked if I was hungry and I told her I would get something to eat on my way home.
I dressed in the bathroom. When I came out Bobbi was dressed. She had a bag.
I made you a chicken sandwich.
At the door we embraced, a nervous embrace, much like my arrival.
"Maybe we can do this again," she ventured.
"Okay," I said. "Can I not be the one who is tied next time?" I joked. We kissed and I grabbed my chicken.
--Art Montage