The Captive - Sex Stories

The Captive

... belly, one from each person. They meet at the waistband of my shorts, working together to unbutton my fly, releasing the uncomfortable pressure the tight shorts were putting on my package.

In seconds my fly is opened wide; both hands go into the waistband of my underwear, wrap around my shaft.

The fingers of two peoples’ hands are entwined around me and each other, the sensation almost makes me cum. I can hold off somehow, the team begins to squeeze and stroke slowly from the balls up the entire length to the very swollen head. Hesitate to let each of the ten fingers play with the little dripping slit, then back down to my balls.

From behind I feel the hands that were holding my ass start to push my shorts free, dropping to the floor.

I step out of them, and now am standing there in just my underwear with four hands groping my ass and my throbbing shaft.

I wonder if the pill is making me feel bigger, or is it the sensation of not knowing who it is that you are sharing me with? Either way, I feel I am harder and larger than I have ever been.

I feel two mouths leave my nipples and start to make a trail with the tips of two tongues down my ribs until they get to the waistband of my last piece of clothing, both of you use your teeth to start pulling them down. Two hands are wrapped around both thighs, one from behind and one in front.

Twenty fingertips are caressing my cock, balls, ass cheeks, and exploring my crack. All at the same time. The underwear hits ...

... the floor and is kicked free.

The two of you are kneeling beside me, I feel two mouths begin to wrap around the side of my shaft.

I visualize the two of you French kissing with my cock in the middle; the two of you start to move towards the head, a tongue traces the ridge between shaft and head, the other does the same. They meet at the underside; I feel them flick at each other like dueling birds over a morsel of food.

The hands on my ass are squeezing the cheeks and reaching between the thighs to play with the underside of my balls.

For some reason, you both stop and stand up. I am helped with stepping over what I think is a bench, a leg on each side, sitting me down, and then laying me on my back.

My hands are tied wide to a chair on either side of the bench, my legs are bound to two other chairs with them spread wide open exposing me to whatever torture you have in mind.

When I am secure, I am left alone for a short while. I hear the two of you moving around, hear the rustling of clothes being removed, and my senses pick up the musky scent of sex from both sides of my head.

I feel the body heat of someone standing on both sides, there is a difference in the musky scents. I can tell what side you are on just by recognizing your beautiful scent.

I feel your leg step over my head, you are straddling my head. Your scent has gotten stronger, you must be very wet. You start to tease me by lowering yourself until you are almost close enough for my tongue ...