1. Fidelity Ch 07


    Date: 12/13/2017, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: timojen, Source: LushStories

    Matthew unhooked my arms. I exhaled and slumped in exhaustion. He would release my ankles and remove my blindfold next, then we could go home. It was over. I’d passed his test. I badly needed to be fucked. Instead of pulling off my blindfold, Matthew moved away from me. Then I heard the loud, long scraping noise of something being dragged toward me. The cacophony stopped as cold metal bumped rudely against my sore ass. It could only be the metal-barrel-sawhorse-thing. I whined when he shoved the cold barrel a bit more snuggle against my tush, almost knocking me over. That bump of cold metal dispelled my fantasy I might have had of us going home, fucking, then cuddling and talking. I had more to endure. Maybe he wants to fuck me now in front of everyone then take me home , I thought, I wouldn’t mind. They already saw me naked and whipped. What’s a little fucking on top of that? Matthew placed a palm on my chest and pushed firmly, forcing my backward over the barrel, while my legs remained locked to the floor. He kept forcing me over until I fell back completely over the cold curve metal and my head hit the side opposite. I had a moment of vertigo, but Matthew held me firmly locking my arms over my head near the floor. Now I was spread eagle bent backwards over a barrel. He strapped something around my waist at the hip bones and cinched it tight enough to make me grunt, then unhooked my legs from the floor, hoisting up so they were straight up in the air. I flexed my knees ...
    against whatever held my legs up, but it wouldn’t budge. I was over a barrel, helpless, giving everyone a gynecological view. In this position, Matthew could easily violate the orifice of his choice. Something cold touched my thigh, wiggling across it. I smelled magic-marker. He wrote on my other thigh, too. Then my chest. I imagined Matthew writing slurs on me. Or maybe he just wrote ‘cheater’ on me. Humiliating, but I’d promised not to cheat and I couldn’t see the crowd, so I didn’t care what they read about me. Matthew pulled off my ball gag after he got done writing, but he left me blindfolded. I counted my blessings. “Enjoy yourself,” Matthew whispered. Yes! Please fuck me , I thought. But I kept quiet. The crowd murmur louder, sounding either closer or larger. Hands grabbed onto my thighs and Matthew’s cock put soft pressure against my aching pussy. I cried out when his wonderful cock speared me. This felt so good and so hot with the crowd looking on. Going home could wait. “Oh, fuck me, Matthew,” I whispered, not wanting the crowd to hear me beg. Following his instruction, I enjoyed myself and he did fuck me property if roughly, for a good minute. Seconds away from climax, something soft bumped against my lips: his cock. I opened my mouth and took him in, eager to taste his spunk. Wait. What? I thought. I froze with fear, orgasm receding. Whose cock was I tasting? Whose was I fucking? I lay passive with shock, allowing the cock in my mouth to push forward into my throat. ...
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