Helping Hand · Part 2 (2/2)
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We didn't generally do much anal play at home, as Julie was always quite sensitive around there, and in general she always said it made things too intense. I'd occasionally toy with her ass while I had her tied up and just before I made her come, but this was something more. I could feel Emerald's fingers inside Julie's ass, pressing the walls of her pussy tighter against my cock. Then, she withdrew, and I felt something else, something larger than a finger going in. Julie was still moaning, in more and more urgent tones, and shaking her head.
It must have been a plug of some sort, because I could feel it pressing tighter and tighter, before it finally slipped into place with a sudden movement. Julie cried out into her gag as it popped into place, but it wasn't a cry of pain, rather something more sexual.
I could feel Emerald's hands massaging the base of the plug as she asked, "How does that feel?" Julie's answering moan was plaintive, but not upset. "Mm-mm, good." Suddenly there was a more insistent pressure against my cock, and Julie jumped again and let out a muffled shriek into the gag. It was an inflatable plug! Emerald's hands held it firmly in place as she pumped another two times, each time making Julie moan a little longer and more insistently. She must have been feeling incredibly full by this point, if the tightness of her pussy against me was any indication.
Too Fast, Silly Girl Mistress Emerald kept her hands at the base of the plug for a short while, making sure it was well seated before standing up. Julie had kept her eyes closed since the pumping started, and stayed perfectly still. Slowly now though she opened her eyes, looking deeply and intently into mine. The look I saw in there was pure, raw, primitive lust. I could tell she was turned on as much as I'd ever seen before. Without blinking or breaking the stare, she began to lift herself up and down using her well toned thigh muscles. She couldn't raise herself up by much, but by the gods she didn't have to! Every motion was transmitted and amplified through my cock a hundred-fold.
Once she raised herself up as far as she could she would let herself fall back down, slamming my cock deep inside her. The feeling was so intense I found myself straining against all of the straps holding me in place, putting every muscle in my body under tension. Within seconds I knew I was going to cum, hard, and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. Sure enough, another few strokes like that and I felt my balls contract as I shot my load inside her. My hands convulsed and slapped against the sides of the chair, and I couldn't stop my head from slamming against the padded rear of the chair.
Julie screamed into her gag as she felt me explode inside her, and threw her head back as well. I knew she hadn't cum yet, but she always relished the feeling of me cumming inside her.
"Oh my dear me," a mocking voice came to me from out of my line of sight. "Now look what you've done you silly girl, you've gone and made him cum. Oh no, that's far too fast." Julie had slowed her rate of rising and falling when I'd cum, but not stopped. I could feel my cock inside her, the tight pussy now awash with my semen, and even slipperier than before. It was still hard, but even in such a pleasurable circumstance that wouldn't last forever, and Julie knew it too. "And wasn't that selfish of you?" This last was directed at me.
"Nuh-uh!" I mumbled through the gag, not wanting to take the blame.
"Never mind," Emerald cooed soothingly, "men can't be expected to have the same level of self control. And especially in a situation like this, where you have no control at all!" I could see her moving around behind Julie now, and she winked at me. She had started to undo the straps which held Julie in place. Julie, for her part, was still trying to make the most of my cock inside her while she could, so the mistress had to firmly pull her up and off me. I could see the chagrin in her eyes as my cock pulled free of her pussy, but the sensation of that sharp motion on my already sensitive organ was enough to give me spots in front of my eyes.
"We shall just have to make the best of the situation now, and not admit defeat. I'll take care of things, don't you worry." Emerald was already pulling Julie towards the other side of the room, supporting her when her legs were a little wobbly. Before anything could be said about it, Julie was up against the horizontal table shaped like an X, and Emerald was helping her up onto it.
Keeping her Entertained I could see the uncertainty in Julie's expression, despite the gag that obscured much of her face. But Mistress Emerald didn't seem to be in a discussing mood, and quickly had Julie sitting up on the centre of the cross, and had her legs spread wide onto the limbs of the table. Her ankles were quickly held in place with thick black rubber straps that simply popped over little knobs on the table. Two more above and below her knees had her secured firmly down. From where I was sitting her pussy, spread wide and open, was facing directly towards me, and I could see the large black plug in her ass, with a tube and bulb for inflation dangling from it like an artificial tail.
Julie was still sitting upright on the centre of the cross, with her arms held in the binder behind her. She was looking imploringly at Mistress Emerald, making "please" noises through the gag. Emerald though was deliberately misunderstanding her pleas. "Yes, yes my dear, be patient, we'll take care of your needs soon enough. But I need to get you properly arranged first."
"Mm-mm-mmmmph!" cried Julie through the gag, but it was no use. The mistress reached behind Julie and freed her arms from the arm binder, but didn't give her a chance to make any use of them. As soon as the binder was free, Emerald had unzipped the bustier, and freed Julie's breasts from their confinement. Another muffled cry from Julie, ignored. Placing a hand firmly on her chest, I watched the dominatrix gently but insistently push her down until she was flat on the table, and before long Julie's arms were as firmly secured to the table as her legs were. Another, longer, rubber strap was fastened across Julie's chest, just above her breasts, and a similar strap fastened just above her pelvis. I couldn't see Julie's face any more, but I could hear the moans had subsided to a general whining.
"Okay then, now we'll just keep you in the mood until your eager husband over there is suitably recovered."
"Mmmmmm?" Julie's moans quickly turned from questioning into appreciative, as Emerald's hands roamed their way over her breasts and down to her sopping wet pussy. I saw Emerald's gloved fingers slipping inside Julie's hot pink slit and start stimulating her. What little movement Julie could manage was explored as she arched her back and strained against her bonds; thrusting her pelvis up in an attempt to get more from the latex covered fingers. I could only watch, entranced, as this complete stranger felt up my wife, used her fingers to elicit the most wonderful moans of pleasure from her.
Mistress Emerald was clearly an expert at playing with women, I could see from Julie's reactions. She would switch between light caresses, firm deep strokes, and furious rubbing. As Julie's reactions became more feverish, she would slack off an allow Julie to relax, before returning to full intensity with a vengeance. At one point she had clearly brought Julie right to the very edge of coming, and she stopped entirely. Then, slowly and carefully, she deflated the anal plug and withdrew it. Julie's body shuddering as the invader was removed was clearly visible from across the room.
She moved back to the cupboards at the side of the room, and returned with a stool, and a Hitachi vibrating wand. I knew Julie would appreciate that one especially, her own wand at home got a lot of use, especially when I wasn't home. I had very fond memories of a time when I'd come home to find Julie waiting for me, stark naked and horny as a she-devil, red-faced from an extended session with the wand where she'd managed to resist the temptation to come. I'd barely been able to put down my bag before she had been tearing off my clothes and jumping on me. She'd managed to come several times, before I'd even managed to make it more than a couple of meters inside the house.
Emerald was careful and deliberate in getting the wand plugged in and getting herself comfortable on the stool by Julie's side before the wand went anywhere near Julie though. I got the impression that she was giving Julie a chance to calm down, and building up the anticipation like a master show-woman. She sat on the stool to Julie's right hand side, facing me in my chair. To my surprise though, she rested the wand on Julie's stomach, and hiked up her own skirt to expose her own pussy. Looking over at me she smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. You can't expect me to see you two horny little devils getting all the fun, and not feel a little horny myself!"
And with that, she picked up the wand in her left hand, switched it on, and moved it over to Julie's pussy, as she used her other hand to reach down to her own crotch and start to work the same magic there as she had done for Julie. As soon as the vibrating wand got even close to Julie's already incredibly sensitive clit, Julie's pelvis bucked hard against the strap. Unable to take my eyes away from the incredible sight of these two women being pleasured before me, I watched as Mistress Emerald quickly worked Julie back up into a frenzy with expert ministrations with the wand.
Time to Finish
My cock, which had gone somewhat limp with its previous exertions, was steadily returning to hardness as I watched this horny play in front of me. Mistress Emerald it seemed was also aware of that fact, and just as it seemed that she was about to allow Julie to go over the edge and orgasm, she pulled the vibrator away and shut it off. The cry of frustration from Julie was clearly audible, despite the gag, but Emerald ignored it. Instead, she came directly over to me. In her hand was the arm binder she'd had Julie wear before, and I got an inkling of what might be coming next.
She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, too quietly for Julie to hear, "I think it's your turn." I nodded as furiously as I could, and she smiled that wicked smile of hers. Quickly and confidently she released my arms and upper body from the chair, but left my lower body attached. Holding up the arm binder, it was clear that I was to be bound again before she would do the rest. By this point I would have done anything she said for the chance to fuck my wife, so I acquiesced. Folding my arms in front of me rather than behind as she had done for Julie, she swiftly had my arms secured into the binder. I tested the give they had, but found, unsurprisingly, that they were now pretty much useless. Undoing the straps around my legs, she helped me up from the chair, and led me firmly towards the table.
This whole time, Julie had been moaning and pleading into her gag for some release from the relentless teasing inflicted on her by Emerald, and as I walked over to her, I could understand why. At some point she had been blindfolded, and was now lying there unable to speak, or to see what might be coming next. All she knew was that she was horny as hell, and the tender ministrations of Mistress Emerald had stopped but she didn't know why, or when they might be coming back. Emerald held her finger up to my gag to signal that I should remain quiet, and I held in position just in between my wife's legs, but not touching them.
Emerald returned to her stool, hitched up her skirt again, and sat down, still looking at me intently. I waited, knowing without being told that I should wait for her signal, and that surprise would make this even more fun. Emerald's hand (the one not deeply exploring her own pussy) moved back to Julie's body, starting at her arm. At the resumption of touch, Julie's moans came back as well, clearly wanting to resume the play with the wand. Emerald moved her hand down towards Julie's right breast, and lingered there. I knew from pleasant experience that she loves having her nipples played with, tweaked, sucked, whatever.
When she's horny, they get rock hard and super sensitive, so I knew that the gentle massaging that Emerald was doing would be just what Julie needed. Julie, however, had other thoughts on her mind – her pussy needed attention – and so her moans didn't abate. Emerald looked over to me, smiled, and nodded.
I needed no more signal than that, and quickly moved forward towards Julie. I hadn't anticipated how difficult aiming might be, without the use of my hands, but thankfully the table was just at the perfect height, and I managed a lucky thrust that took the head of my cock right inside her pussy. Any worries about lubrication were quickly squashed – she was dripping wet, I'd never known her so horny. When she realised what was happening, she let out a guttural moan into her gag. Emerald continued with her own self exploration as well as massaging Julie's nipple, changing breasts.
But I wasn't paying so much attention to that, as I was intent on fucking Julie's hot wet pussy quite as hard as I could. Long, hard strokes of my cock, I bent my upper body forward to keep my balance without the use of my arms to hold on. Harder and harder I pounded inside her. I knew if it wasn't for the fact that I'd come so recently I would be finished in seconds, but even with that I knew I wouldn't last long.
Longer than Julie though, as the combination of all the intense stimuli combined all at once for her. The sensitive nipples, being expertly manipulated by Mistress Emerald. The straps pinning her arms and legs in place to the table, every muscle in her limbs straining against them but unable to move. And most of all, her clitoris, teased to distraction, engorged with blood, being rubbed by my thick hard shaft as I thrust inside her again and again. The guttural moan raised up into a scream, the gag muffling it but unable to disguise the volume and intensity of it. I felt her body begin to convulse, and her pussy muscles contract against my cock, again and again.
Her pelvis bucking against the strap and driving against mine. I don't know how long it lasted, but I know it was longer than any other orgasm we'd ever had together. I couldn't help myself if I wanted to, her contractions set me off too. I felt my cock pulsing as I shot my load into her again. She felt it too, and the scream into the gag changed again into a panting shout of "ess, ess, esss!"
I'm fairly sure that Mistress Emerald came shortly after, but she was kind enough to make it discreet and mostly silent. After all, she was only there for lending a "helping hand". Yeah, right!
Helping Hand · Part 2 (2/2)
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