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Jan 30

Cuffed

This story was created from this week’s video prompt on Masturbation Monday. I hit the play button and walked in the kitchen. I heard the entire thing before I saw it. Auditory is powerful. 

Darla yelled down the hall, “I have something to share with you.”

She never called me into her office while she worked.

“Okay,” I said, walking in.

Darla sat at her desk, but her appearance threw me. Where were her sweats? Her breasts spilled from a low-cut blouse while her short skirt highlighted some sexy garters. She wore a handcuff like a bracelet. She leaned forward as I got closer and pressed a button on her computer.

“Darla, what are we doing?”

“Sssshh, Eliot. Sit down and listen.”

I took the chair in front of her desk. The room filled with a single voice and vibrated all around me.

Moans.

Labored breathing.

Bursts of groaning with intensity and then whimpering.

Man or woman? I couldn’t be sure, but it elicited a visceral response in me that was electric and pumped my blood to my pelvis.

Darla fidgeted in her chair assessing my response, and then she turned the volume up. Her hard nipples and the sheen on her skin told me she was hot. Damn, Darla knew how to send me into a sex orbit. I re-adjusted my pants that strangled my erection.Holy Hell.

What game was Darla playing? Since I had a view of the back of the computer, I turned my head, straining to understand my only clues, the soundtrack from the computer and her face as she watched the screen. A simple chair wiggle told me Darla was wet. Was she responding to what she saw and heard? Or was she responding to me?

Both ideas weighed on me. Loud guttural sounds filled with desperation, desire, and need, rolled over me. It was someone’s orgasm, and it felt controlled. Why were there no words? I only heard nuanced grunts and groans? As I stared at Darla, it hit me. The person was bound and gagged.

With Darla’s gaze locked on mine, I stood. She spread her legs apart and motioned for me to sit between them. As her thighs hugged my butt, her luscious breasts nestled into my back, and I faced the screen.

“I’m going to unzip your pants,” she whispered.

As she unfastened me, I saw a naked man with his hands cuffed to the seat of an exercise bench. His ankles were cuffed to it at the floor. He was art, taut with lean muscles. His athletic body stretched and bowed up to an impressive hand polishing the hardest erection I had ever seen.

After Darla had unzipped my pants, her warm hand caressed me while I began to integrate the visual actions with his sounds. The handcuffs jingled as Darla’s hand moved up and down on me. She matched the stroking on the video. Oh, yes. Abruptly, Darla stopped stroking me and turned the video off.

“What wait? Don’t stop. You need to finish me, and I have to see what she does?”

“All in good time, baby.” I didn’t realize she had taken the handcuffs off her arm until she clipped them to my wrist. “I have it all set up.”

She turned and kissed me, patting my cheek. “You get a ball gag, too, baby. I expect some lovely sounds.”

Please go watch the video and enjoy all the stories available at Masturbation Monday and those at Wicked Wednesday.

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