I looked up at Jason who had a glint in his eye and waited for further instruction, it wasn’t wise to argue with Matt when he was in a dominating mood. “Mate, get your kit off so the little slut can suck your cock” he said while looking through my handbag, he pulled out the red lipstick and applied it to my waiting lips. Jason stripped and sat back down on the bed, his cock was only semi hard but looked big already. Matt grabbed a fist full of my hair and pushed my head towards Jason’s crotch, I opened my mouth and hungrily took the tip of his cock in my mouth, Matt’s grip on my hair tightened and he pushed my head hard towards the base of Jason’s cock. It hit the back of my throat and I could feel it growing pushing it’s way past my gag reflex. I choked slightly and felt the spit flowing up my throat and covering Jason’s huge cock, Matt pulled my head back and the three of us watched as my spit stuck to both Jason’s cock and my lips, I licked the tip just before it was out of reach to clean us both up a little. “Wait there, put your arms behind your back and get comfortable on your knees. You’re going to be there a while baby.” Matt told me before reaching behind himself for his bag. He pulled out my favourite pair of handcuffs, they were bright orange and very comfortable, he lifted my left wrist first and placed the cuff just tight enough so that I could still twist my wrist but I couldn’t do much else. The same was done to my right wrist and I felt myself getting wet with anticipation as to what was coming next. We were interrupted by a light knock at the door and Matt went to answer, he gave Amy, Jason’s fiancée a hug as he showed her in. |
