Two dollars in donations.
I was up first. My psycho character had won the bidding war. As I approached Greta, I wasn’t feeling much like a psycho. She was so thin and frail-looking. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and protect her, not ravish her.
I tried to ‘psyche’ myself into playing the psycho. I turned and grinned for the camera. But when I turned back to Greta, the internal psycho I had conjured was gone.
I suppose it’s for the best. Keep them wanting more, so they have to ante up to get another player into the mix. That’s the name of the game.
She was sitting on the bed against the wall, her legs crossed at the ankles.
I crawled onto the bed, took her ankles, and uncrossed them. I shifted to the side to show the camera her pretty pussy, hidden behind her white panties - but not for long.
I ran my hand slowly up her calf then her thigh up to her groin and back. Her skin was smooth and trembled at my touch. I pulled her legs further apart, bent down, and put my lips to her inner thigh. I ran my tongue up her leg then kissed her groin. I could feel her shifting, trying to bring her pussy to my mouth.
Not just yet, Greta. I’m going to take my time with you.
I stripped and stood. My hard cock was inches from her face. Since she was blindfolded, I wondered if she could sense my nearness. I took my cock in my hand and stroked lightly, watching her look about and struggle to free her hands that were tied to the wall behind her above her head.
Do you have any idea how hard I am for you right now, Greta? If not, you will in a minute.
I grabbed her T-shirt and ripped it down the middle exposing her perky breasts. I ran my thumb around the contour of her nipple then leaned in to flick it with my tongue. I wanted to take my time, but I was too excited. I seized her heaving breast and sunk my mouth around it.
I kissed her chest then brushed my lips from one breast to the other, under, above, and around, tasting every inch of her bosom. The tip of my cock brushed against her knee, and she flinched. She pulled her leg away, but I seized it and pulled her back to me.
Her hands tied to the wall prevented me from laying her down, so I untied her but kept her wrists bound together. Then I took her by the legs and pulled her from the wall, pulled her to me. My cock brushed against her chest. She tried to lie down, but I grabbed her by the back of the head and kept her to me.
Now do you feel how hard I am for you, Greta? Feel my thick hard cock against your tits.
It felt so good, I thought I might dump my load right there and then. I pulled back, slid my hand down the side of her face, and lifted her head to me.
She must have sensed I was going to go down for a kiss. She wet her lips.
Damn, Greta. You’re looking fine.
I wrapped my mouth around hers, cupping her head in my hand and holding her still. Kissing probably wasn’t what the viewers were there to see. But I couldn’t help myself. I’d been thinking about tasting her lips from the very moment I laid eyes on her. If the viewers wanted something else, let them pay. That was the point, after all.
I pulled away from the kiss but felt instantly lost. In a panic, I embraced her once more and found myself again. I slid my tongue in. Her tongue met mine, and my hands worked the back and side of her head, guiding her into the movements I needed.
I pulled away but held on to her hair. I stood and glanced back at the camera. My throbbing hard cock brushed against her cheek. Her lips parted. I grinned and slipped my shaft into her mouth.
18
Greta
Once we’d made it to the cabin, there was no turning back. Up to that point, it had only been a wild idea, a desperate suggestion, but now it seemed clear we were actually going to go through with it.
I had expected some resistance, either from one of the boys or from my normally cautious inner voice. But it only took a simple act like loading the batteries into the car and the plan was set into motion. And once in motion, it gained momentum quickly.
Before I could realize what I was getting myself into, I was bound and blindfolded, sitting on the bed listening to what these boys claimed they would do to me.
I knew it was an act, that they were playing characters , at least in part. Still, my blood raced through my veins as my heart beat faster and faster with each introduction.