Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

"Oh, I'm going down," she heard a woman say, and she recognized the voice as being that of the building gossip. She felt dread at the idea that she might be recognized, and also a temptation to turn around and shock the woman with her nudity, and her bindings. The doors closed, and the car rose again. It stopped, and the doors opened.

"Well, are you waiting for a dunce cap, or are you going to come along?" Carla asked.

Her hands bunched into fists, and Erin forced herself to turn around.

She felt a sudden surge of relief as she saw that the woman had not gotten into the elevator, but the hallway stretched away from the open doors, and her apartment seemed very far away. What if someone came out into the hall? Jack and Carla stared at her, and she felt her legs moving her forward.

She stared straight ahead, braced against the possibility that one of her neighbors would come out. Jack and Carla were walking behind her, and she wondered what they were thinking, and if she was pleasing them.

Finally, they reached her door, and Carla came forward with the key she had taken from Erin's purse. They entered the apartment, leaving her standing in the hall, and she followed them in. She watched them casually walking around as they looked it over, and she pushed the door closed with her elbow. The rubber ball shifted against her clit, and she leaned back against the door as hashes of joy again threw her into a rapturous mental blur. The air was cool against the juices seeping from her widened furrow.

"So this is where he fucks the cunt," Carla said from the bedroom.

"We feel it helps in the treatment if there's activity away from the offices, and in the home environment," Jack said as he turned her around.

Her cheek and one tit pressed against the wall as he unsnapped the leather strap from the metal rod. She murmured as the pressure of the dildoes and rubber ball eased. He pressed a foot against the inside of each ankle, and she spread her feet wide for him. He reached between her legs and turned the vibrators off. She could determine this only by the lack of humming, the vibrating in her ass and cunt having been going on for so long that she still felt it. Dropping the coat back down over her fanny and thighs, he turned her around and unsnapped the rod from the arm bracelets. Dimly, she wondered what Carla was doing.

He yanked the leather coat off her, and it fell to the floor. He refastened the rod to the bracelets, and her elbows were again held back behind her sides.

He took a leather collar from his jacket pocket, and put it around her throat. High, it fastened at the back with two silver clasps. A silver chain hung from the front of it, and the links were cool against the center of her chest. He raised her right hand to put a ring on her center finger, and she saw that a slender chain hung from it. He lifted her left hand to put a similar ring on its center finger, but it had a small clasp on it. He pressed the heels of her hands against the outsides of her breasts, and attached the chain of the one ring to the clasps of the other. The tips of her center fingers were held together, and her hands were held against her breasts, which were forced together. He connected the collar's chain to the ring chain just beneath her joined fingertips, and her hands were held in place by them, the rings, and the bracelets and rod. She heard the shower go on in the bathroom, and wondered why.

He freed the three leather straps hanging from the belt in front from the vaginal dildo, but left the rubber ball attached. He then disconnected the rear strap from the belt, and pulled both dildoes and the connecting strap from her. She gasped as the shafts came out, a rush of pleasure going through her, but it still felt as if they were in her after having been vibrating in her rectum and snatch for so long. She watched him take a wide silver ring from his pocket, and saw that a short strap connected it to a second ring, and from that hung a longer strap. Her tits swelled against her hands, and her nipples burned against her moist palms as he connected the belt's three front straps to the ring, and she saw that it framed her lower slit, and the passageway beyond.

She was turned around again, and she spread her feet. Her hands and face were against the wall, and her weight pressed her breasts even more tightly into her hands. He reached under her and caught the strap hanging from the vaginal ring and pulled the second ring up between her ass cheeks where it framed her anus, and held the rounded cushions apart. He snapped the last strap to the belt, and he opened her slit wide so that the front ring pressed in to hold her lips separated. The ball rubbed against her clit as the smooth ring chafed her inner lips, and she groaned softly.

He turned her around and looked her over for a moment. The leather gleamed around her throat, above her elbows, around her waist, down into and alongside her slit, and from the middle of her thighs to her toes. The silver bar, rings and chains shone from the collar, from her fingers, across her back, in her opened cunt, and around her anus.

Apparently satisfied with the results, he pulled her away from the wall, and to the center of the living room. She saw the familiar, everyday furnishings around her, and then the open drapes. She wondered if anyone could see in through the windows, but the thought was interrupted as his hands pressed down against her shoulders, and she dropped onto her knees before him.

"Take my cock out," he told her, and she looked up at him in confusion.

She lowered her eyes to his crotch, and tried to think. She strained to pull herself free of the euphoria the ball and rings were creating, and then she leaned forward. Turning her head, she opened her mouth as she pressed it to the top of his slacks. Straining, she pushed the cloth back from the zipper, and she bit at the tab. Finally, she managed to grip it between her teeth, and she lowered herself to pull the zipper open. Halfway down, she lost her hold, and had to catch the tab again.

On the second try she managed to fully open it. She was breathing deeply, and her breasts strained against her hands, and pressed out from above and below them.

Swallowing hard, she rose up again, and nuzzled her mouth into his open fly. Her lips felt the thick mound of his flaccid tool, and she was relieved that it was not erect, which would have meant having to open his belt, and the clasp of his trousers. The teeth of the zipper rubbed against her nose and her chin as she widened her mouth around his shaft. She stretched her tongue out as far as it would go, and curled it around behind the big trunk. She pulled with her tongue as she gripped and pulled with her lips. His length rose, and she strained to keep her hold. Slowly, inch by inch, she drew his prod out, and it was growing hard between her Lips and against her tongue. Her breathing was ragged, and she wondered if he was going to at last let her taste his come. She had forgotten about the undraped windows.

He curled his fingers in her hair and pulled up.

Quickly, she pushed up to her feet, and he released her. The big knob of his cock pressed against her. He arched his hips, and the knob dropped into the silver ring. He thrust, and his immense member was gliding up into her cunt. The backs of her hands rubbed against his clothed chest, and she braced the high heeled boots against the floor.

His thumbs hooked in his back pockets, and he began to thrust in and out, and she groaned. She wished she could grip his sides, or that he would hold her. The vibrating dildoes had removed the tension from her muscles, and she could not tell if her cunny was gripping at him or not.

His prick filled the silver ring, and each of his thrusts tugged at the straps, which caused the ball to rub against her palpitating clit, and the rear ring to rub around the bud of her anus. Her knees felt weak as she came, and only the skewer of his cock in her kept her from falling to her knees.