Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

She saw a rope dangling from the ceiling, and saw that a heavy-duty hook was screwed into one of the ceiling beams. She could not remember if it had been there before, and wondered if they had somehow gained entry when she was not there, or when she was not aware of it. He attached one end of the rope to the X of links, and then began to pull in the slack with the other end. The rope went taut between his hands and the hook, and then between it and her cuffs. Carla continued filming as Erin began to lift off the floor.

The attachment of the rope to the cuffs was such that her back remained fairly close to parallel with the floor, and her thighs angled toward her head. Her hair hung down from her head, and it too lifted from the floor. Erin felt frightened. The cuffs pulled at her ankles and wrists, but did not truly hurt. It was the total helplessness of her situation.

Carla put down the camera and took the rope beneath his hands to tie it securely around one of the heavy couch's legs.

He let go of the rope, and Erin gasped as she dropped an inch. Her head hanging back, she saw them' upside down. He moved around her and took note of how her wrists being bound together forced her arms in against the outsides of her wide-based tits, and pushed them together. Her shapely legs were accented, and her rusty bush showed between their tops and above her opened ass. He casually slapped one buttock, and she swung to the side, and then back and forth before she gradually came to rest.

Erin saw Carla remove her skirt, and the woman walked toward her. Her dark plumed cunt was level with Erin's mouth, and Erin parted her lips.

"Anxious, isn't she?" Carla said. "Didn't get enough to eat at the restaurant, huh, poor little thing?" she said mockingly, and she gripped Erin's shoulders to suddenly thrust her to one side.

The rope twisted, and Erin spun around toward Jack, and she saw that he was now naked. Her face moved toward his semi-erect cock.

"No, you have her mouth first," he said, and his hands pushed against Erin's shoulders to keep her spinning in the same direction.

"I like this version of spin-the-bottle, don't you?" Carla said as she kept Erin going.

"Sure, you get a mouth one way, and a cunt and ass the other," he smiled, "and so nobody loses."

Erin was growing dizzy as they continued spinning her, and she closed her eyes. The rope creaked with the tension. She saw the room blurred by her speed, and saw Carla's cunt and his cock blurring together. She moved back around toward him, but he did not touch her shoulders. She swung past him and slowed. Slowly at first, she began to move back the other way, and then she was spinning faster and faster. She closed her eyes. The rope continued untwisting, and her momentum caused it to start twisting in the opposite direction.

His hands closed around her hips. Her mind was spinning still with vertigo. His cock thrust up into her ass, and Carla's cunt pressed against her mouth. Her head reeling, she licked up into Carla's slit as she clutched her rectum around his hard prod. They let go, and she spun around again. Stepping up onto a stool, Carla rubbed her cunt against the base of Erin's, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. She rubbed her burning slit against the woman's, and sucked hard at his big bone.

They released her to spin again, and he was suddenly rubbing the underside of his shaft in her furrow as Carla pressed her fanny to her face.

Around and around, back and forth Erin moved. All thoughts were lost in the spinning, and she ceased being able to differentiate between cock and dildo, or cunt and ass, and between her own mouth, cunt and ass.

She was in a carnal whirlpool, and did not resist. Orgasms erupted within the merry-go-round of her body. Come smeared and splashed against her face, against and within her ass and cunt, and in her mouth.

She was unaware of when she stopped spinning since her mind and senses remained blurred for long minutes afterward. When her head cleared, she saw Jack and Carla looking refreshed. He nodded to Carla, and she unfastened the cuffs from Erin's ankles.

Erin's legs dropped, and her feet touched the floor. She was glad for the wrist cuffs and the support of the rope, because her legs would not support her weight. The wrist cuffs jerked up, and Erin looked around to see Jack pulling on the rope to raise her up higher. Her heels lifted from the carpet, and then the balls of her feet, and her toes were just grazing it.

Her arms were drawn tight and pressed against the sides of her face.

The contours of her arms and shoulders were accented, and her pectorals stood out in relief, and raised her breasts high. Her belly was tightened, and the shallows to either side were deepened, as were the dimples at the base of her back. Her long legs hung apart, and the tendons at the insides of her rounded thighs were accented. Her face damp with perspiration, strands of her hair clung to her face, and her shoulders.

Carla held the rope taut, and he retied it around the couch leg. Erin's pink tongue broke the seal of her lips, and moistened them. The rope groaned against the hook. They moved behind her, and she pushed her head back so that she could turn her eyes in their direction. They moved past her, and he turned to face her when he was three feet past.

Carla stood right before her. Erin looked into her face and wondered what they were going to do now. A hint of a smile played on Carla's lips.

"I'm hungry," Carla said, and her fingers slid into the damp curlings of Erin's muff.

Erin's eyes closed, and her brow furrowed as the backs of the woman's fingers pressed in to one side of her nook, and the back of her thumb against the other. She had forgotten about the roll. Carla got hold of it, and began sliding it out. It was no longer hard, but was not softened enough to break up. She groaned as it came free. She raised her eyelids slightly, and saw Carla touching the roll to her mouth. Her juices coated it. She felt excitement as Carla took a sucking bite, and her eyes focused on the movements of her lips as she chewed.

"Good gravy," Carla said as she looked to Jack, "but it could use some wine with it. Jack?" she asked, holding it toward him.

"Let her have part of it," he said, and his eyes held Erin's.

Erin widened her mouth, and Carla pressed most of the roll in between her front teeth before moving toward the kitchen. Erin continued to stare back into his eyes. The roll softened under her teeth, and she pulled it further in as she sucked her heady secretions from it. She heard the wine bottle being taken from the refrigerator.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he moved closer.

She nodded, and swallowed quickly. She wished that she could speak, and chewed faster at the roll.

"Then do it," he said, and she looked down at the huge prod thrusting out toward her.

She curled her toes back against the front pad of her left foot to take hold of the carpet, and stretched out her right foot as far as she could to do the same, and then moved her left foot forward. She swallowed more of the roll, which still held her lips apart. Her body was arched forward as she pulled at the rope, and gripped at the carpet. The rusty triangle of her bush moved closer to his bulbous knob. She could not get any closer, and frustration and desperation raged within her. She gave a whimpering sound around the bread soaked with her cunt's juices. Her damp eyes implored him to move closer.

"Do you want my cock in you, or not, cunt?" he asked softly. She looked around as she swallowed, and then up toward the cuffs as she searched for some way to get to him. Her toes lost their hold on the carpet, and she swung back away from him. Her eyes widened as the gap between his tool and her yearning increased. Her toes pulled across the carpet until she was on their tips. Her expression changed, and she shoved her toes back against the carpet to cause her to swing back toward him. She moved closer this time, and she pushed herself away.