Three Against One! - Sex Stories

Three Against One!

... a look at her oven, which wasn't switching on?

Well, just how do you think I was going to reply to that? Let's face it, I couldn't get to her place quick enough, although I did forewarn her that if I needed to replace any parts I wouldn't be able to obtain them now, not until the following, Saturday morning. No problem she informed me, she'd most likely just get some fish and chips for this evening. What a cunning minx? Naturally I had no idea she was lying here, but do you think I cared?

I just used the word 'pop' back then, and almost perfect description of what happened to my eyes when Laura opened the door, where I was greeted to the lovely sight of her wearing that satin dressing gown, her legs covered in sheer nylon, with me hoping weren't in the form of tights. "Good evening, Laura," I managed to stammer, "you'd better take me through to your kitchen." Which she did, and my first impression was that the oven certainly looked fine. However, that didn't mean it was functioning correctly, I knew that one from experience. "What's wrong with it, Laura, what doesn't it do that it should?" I bent down to look inside.

Now, just as the three of them had planned, my female adversaries struck. I heard some movement behind me, but the next thing I knew was that somebody had placed a black pillowcase over my head. Meaning I could see nothing, made even more frightening when Anna, whom I knew nothing of at this stage, used a length of silk tie to clamp the material of the ...

... pillow, satin again, into my mouth, therefore very effectively silence me. Soon her own mouth was by one of my ears. "Don't worry we've no intentions of suffocating you, but you do need to co-operate here. You're going to be ours, very shortly we'll tell you why, but for now don't try to fight us. Oh, and by the way, as you've probably guessed for yourself, there's nothing wrong with Laura's oven. Had to get you around here somehow, after all!" Laura had clamped her own form around my mid-riff, making movement quite difficult for me, while Sonia bound my legs together at the ankles.

With myself actually naked when Laura had made her call to me, therefore I'd only slung on a 'T' shirt, pants and track-suit bottoms. Not even any socks, and I'd just placed my feet in some slippers. With Laura still holding my torso, and Sonia my legs, even though they were bound together, Anna, having removed said shirt, now transferred her attentions to my arms and hands. Grabbing her own satin bra, she fastened one of the cups skilfully around my left hand, tying said hand in a fist shape within the cup, in such a manner where my fingers became utterly trapped, my hand rendered into a total condition of capture by the satin material, immobile and of no use whatsoever to me. Moments later Anna had also captured my right hand in the other cup of her brassiere, remember the two cups where solidly linked together. In the case of this item of underwear, between the cups was a solid metal ring, ...