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  Apparently, she was just going to have to search for it, and search for it quickly. Logically, it made sense that the key would be somewhere close by, but before she could roll over and start feeling around for it, she heard the sound of the front door opening.

  “Hello?” Damon called. “Tina?”

  He would know that she was still here since her car was out front and all the lights were on, and when it became obvious that she wasn't downstairs, he would check his bedroom where she usually ended up to watch television. Fuck. He was going to be pissed, and then he was going to fire her, she just knew it.

  “Tina?” Damn asked again as he came up the stairs. “You up here?”

  “Um...yeah,” Tina answered somewhat sheepishly. It wasn't like she could hide this from him anyway. Even if she somehow managed to get out of the house without him noticing, there was no way she could drive home with her hands cuffed behind her.

  Damon came around the corner and stepped into his bedroom, and Tina looked up, meeting his eyes. She was minutely relieved when she saw confusion, rather than anger flicker across his face. “I...it's not what it looks like,” she said.

  “Really?” Damon asked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. “Because it looks like you're handcuffed in my bed.”

  Tina swallowed hard. “Okay, so I guess it is what it looks like. I'm really sorry! I was just curious, and I didn't think to look for the key before I locked myself in.”

  Damon chuckled and shook his head. “Don't worry about it. Curiosity is natural, trust me. Let me go check on Parker, and then I'll give you a hand.” He winked and her before turning to go down the hall. “Don't go anywhere, now.”

  Relief surged through Tina, almost overpowering the arousal that she felt in the moment. Damon wasn't pissed at her. He probably wouldn't fire her, then, and they could just never speak of this moment again. It would work out fine.

  She couldn't help wiggling a bit on the bed, and that made her pussy tingle more than it already did. Now that she wasn't afraid, she allowed herself to explore the bondage. Even something as simple as having her hands cuffed behind her was more of a thrill than she had ever had before, and she couldn't wait to get home and finger herself silly at the thought of how her helplessness.

  Before she could get too deep into those thoughts, Damon came back into the room. He flashed her a smile and then walked over to his dresser, rummaging inside of one of the drawers for a moment. When he pulled out what was obviously a ball gag and not the key to her cuffs, Tina's heart sped up.

  “So, you said you were curious, right?” Damon asked, closing the door.

  “Yes...” Tina said slowly.

  “I could show you a few things if you wanted. You know I won't hurt you, and it's probably safer than doing it with some random stranger you would meet in a bar or online.”

  Tina couldn't deny that. At the same time, she wasn't sure...

  It seemed that Damon was taking her silence as an answer, though, and he came closer, sitting on the end of the bed. “Open your mouth,” he told her in a firm voice.

  The tone of his voice pretty much brooked no argument, and Tina's mouth popped open before she had even really given it any thought. The rubber ball was pushed into her mouth firmly, and she could feel it stretching her jaws and holding her mouth open. The leather straps went around her head, and Damon buckled them tightly, wedging the ball in there.

  “If you need me to let you go or stop at any point, I want you to snap your fingers, alright?” he said, looking down at her.

  Tina nodded. She tried to speak around the ball, but all that came out were garbled grunts and a bit of drool.

  “There now,” Damon continued. “You like the way this feels, don't you?” He didn't wait for an answer, instead running a hand over her ass and then under the skirt she wore.

  She could feel him groping at the crotch of her panties, and she knew that he could feel how wet she was from this. It made her cheeks burn with shame. At the same time, she pushed back into his hand.

  He chuckled. “Yeah, you definitely like this. You know, one of the great things about bondage is that it lets you feel things more intensely than you would otherwise,” he told her. “It heightens sensation. Let me show you what I mean.”

  Damon climbed up onto the bed behind her and arranged her body so that she was on her knees with her ass in the air and her chest and cheek pressed against the bed. He squeezed and lightly smacked her ass, making her moan around the gag, before he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her panties to bunch around her knees.

  It had been a while since any man had been so close to her pussy, let alone one as attractive as Damon, and when he pushed two fingers into her wet hole, she couldn't stop the groans and whines that tried to come out around the gag in her mouth.

  He was right about the bondage making it feel better. This was nothing like how it felt when she fingered herself, but then that might just have been because there was someone else doing it for once. Either way, all she knew was that it felt good, and she wanted more.

  She bucked her hips back, trying to get those fingers deeper, only to receive another smack on the ass for her troubles.

  “You'll get more when I decide you do,” Damon said firmly. “Now, hold still.”

  It was a struggle to obey him, but she managed, keeping her hips still and clenching her hands into fists in their position behind her back.

  “Good girl,” Damon praised. He leaned closer to her wet snatch and blew lightly on her clit, making Tina cry out. It was a quiet sound, though, not translating the urgency that she was feeling. She needn't have worried, though. Damon leaned in closer and spread the lips of her sex with his fingers before diving.

  At the first touch of that tongue on her sensitive flesh, Tina jumped. It was like she had been shocked as pleasure jolted through her. The last man she had been with had had an aversion to returning favors, so it had been ages since anyone had done this to her. And Damon was good at it. He didn't just lap at her pussy aimlessly. No, he was drawing patterns with his tongue over her clit and the sensitive area around it. The swirls of his tongue were driving Tina closer to the edge, and she cried out again when that clever tongue darted into her pussy, rolling deeper and deeper with each pass.

  Tina moaned and fought to hold still, not wanting him to stop, but quickly becoming overwhelmed by the powerful sensations that were washing over her in waves.

  The bondage was definitely enhancing everything. The fact that she was helpless and silenced and that all she could do was take the tongue lashing, made her clit throb with arousal and made the whole thing that much better.

  Before she knew it, she was coming harder than she had in a while, her body shaking as she rode out her climax. Damon just kept licking and fucking her with his tongue, drawing out the pleasure until she thought she couldn’t take any more stimulation.

  When he pulled back, she was panting for breath, and he legs wouldn't support her anymore. She collapsed onto the bed, drool pooling around her mouth from the gag.

  Damon came around to the other side of the bed and unbuckled the gag, pulling it from her mouth gently. “You liked that,” he said with a grin.

  Tina nodded. “Yeah,” she murmured. “A lot.”

  “Good. I think I deserve a reward, then, don't you?”

  Tina didn't have time to ask what kind of reward he wanted before he was pulling down the board shorts he was wearing, revealing a proud erection that wasn't covered by underwear. Tina licked her lips at the sight of it. It was thick and cut, and if she hadn't just had a mind blowing orgasm, she would have wanted it in her pussy as soon as possible.

  Damon pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, and pushed his cock against her lips. She lapped at the head of it for a moment, before opening her mouth wider and taking his cock in. It filled her mouth, and she moved her head back and forth as she sucked at it.

  "That's it," Damon breathed. His fingers tangled themselves in Ti
na's hair, encouraging her. Tina took him deeper, holding for a moment before working his way back up his shaft.

  "Deeper," he groaned, thrusting as he said it, the hand in Tina's hair holding her there and then pushing her off, effectively fucking her mouth. Tina held still as he used her mouth, moaning around the hard flesh. “So close,” Damon grunted. "You're going to swallow, aren't you, dear?"

  Tina nodded eagerly, and focused on not choking as he fucked her mouth faster, his hips moving in quick thrusts. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, trying to tease his orgasm out from him. It seemed to be working because Damon thrust in once more, hard, crying out through clenched teeth. Tina suppressed her gag reflex as Damon pushed deep into her mouth, hitting her throat and cumming hard before loosening his grip on her hair. She used the slack that Damon had given her to pull back enough to be able to swallow all of Damon's load.

  “Fuck,” Damon groaned, releasing her and pulling out of her mouth.

  “You can say that again,” Tina rasped.

  “I feel like I should give you a raise or something. You know, for going above and beyond the duties of a regular babysitter.”

  Tina laughed. “Nah, just keep giving me lessons like this, and we'll call it even.”

  Dominated Right Before My Wedding

  A Rough MFF Threesome Erotica Story

  by Stella Sinclair

  Copyright 2012 by Mmmmore Productions

  The caterers really had outdone themselves. When I went into the marquee where we were to have our wedding banquet I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were fruits, delicious cakes, gourmet meats and freshly baked bread, all surrounding an enormous four-tiered wedding cake, my wedding cake.

  They hadn’t spared on the decorations either. Purple ribbons draped tent-poles and huge orchids adorned the tables in brilliant centrepieces. And to top it all off there was a pyramid of champagne glasses at the end of the buffet table, the glasses carefully balanced on top of each other. I assumed they were there for decoration only, but then I saw bottle after bottle of champagne stood beside the glasses. The caterers must have been planning on pouring the champagne over the glasses, the way they do at high class social events, to create a waterfall! Wow! All this for me? My husband really had done me proud with organizing the wedding feast.

  “I must remember to thank the caterers,” I said to myself, as I perused the delicious dishes on offer. But I couldn’t quite keep my hands to myself. There was a notice on the table that read “Please Do Not Touch”. I ignored it. It was my wedding day and I was absolutely starving! There was a full hour to wait until I would make my way across the gardens to the altar, so I had come down from my dressing room in my bath robe to look over the arrangements before I got ready for my big day.

  I reached out my hand, carefully selecting a delicious looking cupcake resting on a beautiful three tiered cake stand. It looked so inviting. The caterers wouldn’t mind...

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” an angry voice shouted from the back of the marquee.

  I gasped in shock and spun around to see who it was that had made me jump so rudely! But in doing so, I clumsily knocked into the table with a loud thud.

  That proved to be disastrous. I heard the chink of glass rubbing against glass, then the chimes of a few champagne glasses falling to the floor – followed by a deafening smashing noise as the entire pyramid of crystal came crashing to the ground.

  “Now look what you’ve done!” The angry voice was one of the caterers, a young girl about my age, with dark auburn hair and viciously green eyes. She was scowling at me with a look of contempt on her face as she advanced towards me.

  “Look, I didn’t mean to...” I began. But she rudely shoved me out of the way and walked over to where the champagne glasses had smashed.

  “How dare you!” I cried, turning to face her, shocked and appalled at her rudeness. It was my wedding day! Granted I wasn’t wearing my wedding dress yet – just a bath robe, but surely she should know that I was the bride??

  She didn’t even look up at me; she just stood there, staring at the mess that I had made. There was a prolonged silence. I didn’t know what to say or what to make of the strange situation.

  Then, she finally spoke. “Do you realise what you’ve done?” she asked in a cold, calculated voice “that was genuine crystal – it was supposed to be the finishing touch to this banquet! It was supposed to get us noticed, and get our business off to a flying start! But now all we’ve got is a run of the mill, regular old buffet!”

  “Look, it was an accident – I’m sure you can get some other glasses from somewhere in time” I said.

  “What, genuine crystal? Don’t be so ridiculous!” She cried “someone is going to have to pay for this. You’re going to have to pay for this!”

  She walked up close to me, and looked me up and down with her bright, emerald eyes. Then she licked her lips.

  “Look, I can’t pay – I have no more money! My fiancée and I have spent all our savings on this wedding! Please, can’t we come to some sort of arrangement?” I was desperate, and it showed in my voice.

  “You know, there are certain ways you can pay” she said slowly “other ways than with money. My partner and I run another little business... one that we’re quite proud of. You could help us out with that?”

  “Yes, yes of course, anything!” I said desperately. I couldn’t afford to pay for the damages, but more than anything I couldn’t bear to think of having to tell my husband-to-be that I’d ruined the banquet he had organized, and alienated the staff he had employed.

  “Great!” the girl said, obviously pleased that I’d agreed to help out. I didn’t even know what it was I’d agreed to help with – but I didn’t much care. I just wanted to do something to get this angry red head to stop shouting!

  Then, without speaking, she grabbed my wrist, and started to lead me to the back of the marquee through an opening that lead to the pop-up kitchen they had been working from. I was startled and let her lead me, dumbly, too nervous and shocked to protest.

  “Ricky, I think I’ve got one” she said when we entered the kitchen. She was talking to her partner, a tall, muscular man with dark hair who emerged from the refrigerator carrying a tray full of sauce bottles.

  “Great news Stacey!” he exclaimed and smiled warmly at me. Then everything went black. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out what was going on – but by that time the blindfold was tied securely around my face.

  “What the hell are you doing??” I shouted, but I felt Stacey’s hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees “Get off me!”

  My words were then silenced when, to my horror, a huge cock was stuffed into my mouth. I gagged and choked, trying to get away, but Stacey grabbed my hands and held them behind my back, while Ricky put his hands on the back of my head and proceeded to fuck my face. I couldn’t breathe! I couldn’t move! I had no choice but to take his huge cock and hope for my punishment to end.

  “She’s a greedy one!” I heard Stacey say, as she bound my hands together behind my back with a piece of rope. It was uncomfortably rough and she tied it so tight that it cut into my flesh. I tried to call out in pain, but was completely gagged by Ricky’s cock sliding in and out.

  It was all happening so fast that the dirty truth of what I was doing didn’t really sink in until I felt Stacey undo my bath robe and yank my underwear to my knees. I found it difficult not to topple over, still up on my knees with my panties stretched around my legs, and Ricky’s huge cock ramming me, making me gag with each thrust.

  My open robe fell around my shoulders to reveal my firm, perky tits, and the feeling of Stacey’s soft wet tongue caressing my nipple really brought home the reality of what I was doing.

  “Mmmfff mmmfff!!” I tried to cry, but Ricky just pounded my mouth with his throbbing cock even harder, until I could feel it hitting the back of my throat with every humiliating thrust.

  Just when I thought I might black out
from the pain and the lack of oxygen, Ricky grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me off his cock.

  I gasped and spluttered, unable to see what was happening but glad of the break to catch my breath.

  “P... Please…” I managed.

  “You said you’d compensate us” Stacey crooned with a sly voice “so that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

  I felt Ricky move behind me, and almost immediately I was pushed forwards. Ricky held my arms, so that I was leant forward at an angle.

  “Now then slut,” I heard Stacey say. “You came in here because you were hungry, right? So, why don’t you fucking eat!”

  With those words Ricky lowered me forward and I felt my mouth touch something warm and wet. I recoiled and tried to move my head to the side, but Stacey grabbed my head with both hands and forced me still. I had no choice but to let Ricky lower my mouth down onto Stacey’s pussy. So hot, so wet, so... sweet?

  “You’re not moving until you’ve licked every last drop, slut” Stacey whispered, as she poured caramel sauce over her cunt.

  I knew I had no choice. I had never been with a woman before, and wasn’t sure what I should do. Tentatively I lapped once at the sweet flesh in front of me. She felt so smooth, I could tell her pussy was freshly waxed. I could feel the folds of her inner lips tremble as my tongue explored the warm, sweet wetness of her caramel-covered slit.

  To my own astonishment I let out a tiny moan of pleasure, and only then did I realise how wet my own pussy was.

  Then Ricky let go of my arms, so I was plunged face first entirely into Stacey’s cunt. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t breathe! She had her hands firmly on my head, so I couldn’t escape and could barely come up for air. I knew there was nothing I could do, so I quickened my pace. I started lapping at her hole in long, wet strokes –drinking in the sweet caramel that smeared my face and trickled down my chin. It was sticky and filthy, but I found myself starting to love every second of it.

  “Oooohh, you are a greedy little bitch aren’t you” Stacey cried, panting under the onset of my incessant lapping. I opened my mouth wide, moving my lips until I found the hard bud of her clit