Never be the same - Sex Stories

Never be the same

... want you dehydrated already." Something about her tone was unrealistically playful but he felt refreshed and was really almost done with the yard. After he empt the glass and watched Mrs Benedicts shapely ass saunter back to the house, he continued to work, but now it felt like everything was moving very slowly. He couldn't seem to move his muscles in anyway that corresponded to his intentions. Everything was backwards. He wondered if this is what heat stroke was as he felt his head hit the soft grass. Then blackness.

The first thing he noticed was the rustic smell of old incense and leather. He tried to turn his head but it's weight made him realize he was still upright somehow. As that weight carried his gaze downward he realized he was also completely naked. His arms and legs wouldn't move. With considerable effort he realized they were all outstretched at 45 angles and tightly restrained.

Suddenly awake and very alert, he looked around at a large den, windows covered with very thick eggcrate black curtains. The only light came from a multitude of candles in either far corner of the room, and there in between them, so calm and unmoving that he hadn't noticed, was Mrs Benedict, lying in an S shaped chaise lounge, with a wide and wicked smile.

She had lost the nightgown in favor of a shiny red PVC corset, and her glorious fun bags were now in full view. "Good morning, sunshine," she almost giggled while she spoke in that dark comforting voice.

"Umm, ma'am? This ...

... wasn't ... I mean I didn't ..." he started, but she put a finger to her bright red lips. "You don't want to wake him..." and then her eyes went to something behind him, and when the returned to his, "aww. Too late." Somehow she managed to smile even more excitedly. Mischievously.

He heard what sounded like chains behind him and his heart almost stopped. From somewhere in the shadows another figure stumbled into view. This one was very large, and obviously male. Obviously because of the shoulders, which were almost double Ian's breadth, obvious by the bulging muscular limbs surrounding a taught but large gut. Even through the full body leather suit this man wore, besides an O shaped opening at the mouth, Ian knew this was a man. And if he hadn't, the sight of what protruded from the only other aperture in the leather suit left no doubt.

Ian had seen his share of porn, it was a pretty regular habit with his sort-of gf out of town for the time being, but it still took him a moment to realize what he was seeing. No locker room had prepared him for the very thick and very erect cock protruding from the man's suit. It couldn't be real. But it bounced with the man's movements and he could almost swear he could see it twitching. It must be longer than a foot and thicker than his wrist.

The giant creature, it's arms chained behind it, fell to its knees beside Mrs Benedict. Ian thought he heard the heavy glans hit the floor as it did so.

Mrs Benedict stood. Ian realized she ...