wickedpen
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It was better than any of my long worked over short stories and longer stream of consciousness writing I have done about him, fantasizing of how I would have sex with Mark. It was better than those morning dreams extended into sleepy but awake, where he finds the door unlocked and me alone in bed. It was like flying, being carried up the stairs in his surprisingly strong arms. In Mark's arms. I looked at him thinking how many times I had fantasized of it being him instead of Billy. If only we had met before. How incredibly sexy it was he was my brother in law. My mind raced.
"Have my woman Mark." I imagined Billy slurring from his bottle. At least drugs kept Mark awake, happy, gentle and horny. And then he got the scarves and carried me into the guest room overlooking the pool.
I never let anyone tie me up, even Billy. but my wrist offered itself. I immediately tested the binding and found it stronger than imagined. He snatched my body across the bed like a toy, and so I was face down. I lifted my head as he tied my right leg to the bed post. My left arm pulled upwards to the left. Bound but not harmless.
There was Billy sleeping. "He fucked me good tonight, I will give you that" I thought to myself and looked at him all stupid drunk sleeping.
Then I felt him, Mark, behind me, on top of me. "have you thought about enjoying your husband's brother's cock..." he asked as he assaulted me, in such a good way. His cock felt enormous on my ass as his hands squeezed me right to the edge. Then he was between my legs and so rough yet so hot.
"You are not wasting any time" I gasped as he grabbed me between my legs.
As he straddled my legs and cheek fucked me, he asked the question you would never ask someone less intimate than your sister in law, "your ass, your pussy, your mouth, hell even your tits...I've jacked off to all of them...do you like that...like knowing men masturbate thinking of you?"
It was like two guys discussing a ball game or an oil change. There was no pretense or pretend, this was open honest life. It felt wonderful, like nothing I had ever known before, well Bill. He and Nancy had made sex normal and an activity like having dinner. Not some obligation that may or may not decide your future. Want too much, a slut. Not enough, a prude. But guys, ten twelve times a week in any hole that will have them. That was all gone. It was just Mark who was going to try to make me feel as good as he can while finding his own pleasure. Selfless sex.
I literally groaned with desire as he said "knowing men masturbate thinking of you?" It was the thing I could never ask a guy to do, but it absolutely gets me off. I think it goes back to my first real experience watching the man across the street. I am fairly sure, no I know he knew I was there, and it just made him hotter. It just made me hotter. I loved watching porn with men masturbating with women teasing or just nearby. My head raced.
"yes" was all I could say and I certainly could not look at him but I was crazed now tied diagonally to the bed.
I began grinding into his humping that had slowed as he pondered my simple answer.
"What was your favorite? What really painted the walls?" I asked feeling the constraints as what i needed was so close. I did not let him answer before continuing. "I always imagined it in the kitchen." I felt myself open and release all my pent up desires. "everywhere in the kitchen." my voice grew thinner and softer. My ass was as far up against him as I could get it.
Knowing what men really want to hear I said "I need to taste you first." I lifted my head in an attempt to roll over for him. More of an invitation than anything else. I needed more. This bondage was merciless and made me insane.
"Have my woman Mark." I imagined Billy slurring from his bottle. At least drugs kept Mark awake, happy, gentle and horny. And then he got the scarves and carried me into the guest room overlooking the pool.
I never let anyone tie me up, even Billy. but my wrist offered itself. I immediately tested the binding and found it stronger than imagined. He snatched my body across the bed like a toy, and so I was face down. I lifted my head as he tied my right leg to the bed post. My left arm pulled upwards to the left. Bound but not harmless.
There was Billy sleeping. "He fucked me good tonight, I will give you that" I thought to myself and looked at him all stupid drunk sleeping.
Then I felt him, Mark, behind me, on top of me. "have you thought about enjoying your husband's brother's cock..." he asked as he assaulted me, in such a good way. His cock felt enormous on my ass as his hands squeezed me right to the edge. Then he was between my legs and so rough yet so hot.
"You are not wasting any time" I gasped as he grabbed me between my legs.
As he straddled my legs and cheek fucked me, he asked the question you would never ask someone less intimate than your sister in law, "your ass, your pussy, your mouth, hell even your tits...I've jacked off to all of them...do you like that...like knowing men masturbate thinking of you?"
It was like two guys discussing a ball game or an oil change. There was no pretense or pretend, this was open honest life. It felt wonderful, like nothing I had ever known before, well Bill. He and Nancy had made sex normal and an activity like having dinner. Not some obligation that may or may not decide your future. Want too much, a slut. Not enough, a prude. But guys, ten twelve times a week in any hole that will have them. That was all gone. It was just Mark who was going to try to make me feel as good as he can while finding his own pleasure. Selfless sex.
I literally groaned with desire as he said "knowing men masturbate thinking of you?" It was the thing I could never ask a guy to do, but it absolutely gets me off. I think it goes back to my first real experience watching the man across the street. I am fairly sure, no I know he knew I was there, and it just made him hotter. It just made me hotter. I loved watching porn with men masturbating with women teasing or just nearby. My head raced.
"yes" was all I could say and I certainly could not look at him but I was crazed now tied diagonally to the bed.
I began grinding into his humping that had slowed as he pondered my simple answer.
"What was your favorite? What really painted the walls?" I asked feeling the constraints as what i needed was so close. I did not let him answer before continuing. "I always imagined it in the kitchen." I felt myself open and release all my pent up desires. "everywhere in the kitchen." my voice grew thinner and softer. My ass was as far up against him as I could get it.
Knowing what men really want to hear I said "I need to taste you first." I lifted my head in an attempt to roll over for him. More of an invitation than anything else. I needed more. This bondage was merciless and made me insane.