Neighbours - Chapter 51 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 51

... down and smooth out my skirt.

Seeing me seemed to calm him a bit, or remind him of familiar desires.

“I’d really like that, I’m sure,” he said, smiling once more.

I could hear his phone buzz as he pulled his pants back on, covering up Sarah’s stolen panties. He pulled it out of his pocket to look. I was sure he was afraid it was a message from his girlfriend, but the truth seemed to startle him even more.

“It’s from Liam, isn’t it?” I asked.

“It is. I guess there’s no hiding things from him, is there?”

“No, there really isn’t. May I ask what he wants you to do?”

He paused, reading what seemed to be a rather lengthy message.

“You can, I guess, since it involves you. You’re supposed to lay on the bed, on your back, spread-eagle.”

Now it was my turn to feel surprised and shocked and a little bit afraid, but I knew better than to hesitate. I stretched out on the bed, extending my arms and legs out towards its corners. Mallory glanced at his phone again and then started working wordlessly. He moved to the end of the bed and pulled out lengths of chain that had apparently been secured to the feet of the frame all along. He pulled them up and secured them to my ankle cuffs with waiting locks. He moved up to the head of the bed and repeated the task with my wrists, one side at a time.

In just a few minutes, the tide had turned and now I was helpless, stretched out to the corners of the bed, with no idea of what was going to happen to me next.

Mallory ...

... was also looking unsure. He had been so ready to bolt once the reality of a load of cum in her mouth had hit him, but now he seemed hesitant. Fully dressed again, with even the Hooters tank top covered up, he looked like a “normal” man, but his eyes were roaming over me with that familiar hunger.

“Fuck, you look so sexy. It makes me feel so gay,” he breathed, talking as much to himself as to me.

“Thank you, Mallory,” I answered.

He turned towards the hotel room door, took a step or two, and then stopped and turned back.

Wordlessly he sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me. His hand moved slowly but without trembling as he reached over and lifted up the front of my skirt. I breathed in deep but didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to break the spell of the moment.

He slid his hand over me, over the bulge, and then tugged the panties down. He didn’t look at me, he just stared at my crotch, and he began to stroke me. I bit my lower lip, working to keep myself silent. I was surprised by the reaction of my body, so soon after an orgasm, but I was stiffening quickly. He responded by stroking me faster and squeezing me tighter. I started to squirm, my hips rolling and rocking.

“This is so gay,” he muttered to himself, but he never stopped. He leaned in closer while he jerked me, so that I could feel his breath on my glistening, throbbing cock head. I gave in and just started moaning, gasping, and telling him how good it felt. I was squeezing the plug inside me ...