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wrists, and I wondered if I’d made the wrong choice. My body didn’t think so; I could feel myself getting even wetter as she continued to string me up, tying the ends around the bedhead.
    I tested the bonds. They were pretty comfortable, giving me a small amount of slack between my wrists and their anchor point, but I certainly couldn’t move them. Or touch her. Or touch myself.
    “There,” she said, trailing the end down my cheek. I turned towards it. The cool fabric felt fabulous against my skin. “You look beautiful.”
    I blushed. When she said it, I could believe it.
    “Oh look, your nipples became so rosy!” she cooed, tweaking one.
    “Ow!”
    My fists clenched in their bonds. She tutted.
    “Now, what was it you asked me to do again?”
    This game was getting ridiculous, but I could see that she wasn’t prepared to do anything to me if I didn’t play along. I wriggled on the bed, trying to get any sensation at all from the friction between my thighs. She watched me, amused, until I gave up.
    “Please fuck me, Alice. Please.”
    She smiled. Her hand returned between my thighs and I gasped, eyes rolling in pleasure as she touched me. I ground my hips into her, not caring how I looked.
    She took her hand away again, and I moaned in protest.
    “Now, the only thing you haven’t asked is where you’d like me to fuck you,” she said, leaning out of my view. Something rattled as she dug inside her bag.
    “You wouldn’t!” I squirmed, fighting my restraints until my shoulders ached and I lay panting, horny and wet and completely unsatisfied.
    “Where would you like me to fuck you?”
    “In my cunt!” I all but screamed. I blushed. What did I just say? “I want you to fuck me in my cunt. Please.”
    She returned, a harness-less strap-on jutting out from her. I’d seen them before in sex toy stores but never in person. The business end was surprisingly long and thick. If we were going to compare, I’d say I’d never taken one that large.
    I squirmed, a little nervous, but mostly just keen to be filled, to have my itch scratched. I’d been waiting long enough!
    She stroked it as though it were a real cock, her manicured fingers teasing its tip and running down the entire length. “It’s a bit big.”
    I squirmed. “You won’t hurt me.”
    “I know.” She crawled up the bed until its tip touched my lips. I shook my head in silent protest.
    She stroked my hair. “Shh, it’s okay. Come on, open up.”
    Reluctantly, I did. She pressed it inside my mouth and I almost gagged on the plasticky taste. She moved it further in, and I whimpered as it neared the back of my throat. I had barely taken a quarter of its length.
    “Come on,” she urged from above me. I had to breathe through my nose, which meant that I could smell all of her arousal. “You can do better than that.”
    I tried to relax, forcing my jaws to open. She eased it in a little more.
    “Mmphf!”
    “Good girl,” she muttered, and then moved, shallowly at first, and then deeper. Tears sprung to my eyes as I struggled to accommodate it, the horrible plastic taste hitting the back of my throat.
    She withdrew, letting me breathe, and I gasped for air. My spit gave her cock a slight sheen.
    “See? Now it’s ready,” she said.
    I swallowed, trying to get the taste from my mouth. When she’d moved down the bed, I parted my legs without needing to be asked.
    “Ankles to shoulders, please.”
    I hesitated. I knew that position would expose me completely to her eyes, leaving nothing unseen. Somehow that thrilled me, knowing another girl would be staring at my cunt, my ass, with nothing between us. I complied.
    Alice ran her hand down the inside of my thigh, pinching my lips when she reached them.
    “Please. Oh, please fuck me.”
    She nudged her cock in place, and the movement gave me thrills all up my spine. I gasped and wriggled towards her, moaning as I reached the end of my tether and could go no further. She was still out of my