Chapter 8

Arty continued for a while with his steady pace, and I could feel I was well on my way to reaching my orgasm with the way he was fucking me and stimulating my clit. His thrusting became more intense. “Oh, yes, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck. I’m cumming,” I yelled. Arty didn’t stop but kept thrusting into me as he tormented my clit with his fingers while my pussy muscles grabbed his cock.

Arty stopped playing with my clit, took hold of my wrists, and pulled my arms back towards him as his thrusting increased, he was grunting as he sped up, and you could hear the slap of skin every time he thrust in, with his groin slapping against my arse cheeks.

His grunting got louder as he pounded my cunt harder, pulling my arms backward. “Oh, oh, ooohhhh,” I wailed as our fucking intensified.

I could feel another climax was close. Arty grunted, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

His hot jizz shot out of his cock so hard I could feel it hit my cervix. He kept spasming as my orgasm hit. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as my climax shuddered through my body.

Arty collapsed onto my back and put his hands underneath me so he could play with my boobs again. He did this until he lost his erection and pulled out.

“Arty, that was beautiful. You filled me the way I wanted.”

“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you on the beach.”

We dressed and returned to the studio. Francis and Isabelle had smirks on their faces. They knew what had happened.

“Welcome to the club, sister,” Isabelle said.

I’m sure I turned bright red because of my embarrassment.

“Yes, we have all been there and done that. Arty has fucked every female employee in the company. Yes, even me. I was a model before I turned to wardrobe, so I’ve had my time face down across the casting couch, while Arty fucked me from behind,” Francis added.

Shortly, a car arrived to take Isabelle and me home. What a day, and what about tomorrow? I was looking forward to being bound and pleasured. There must be some of Mum’s bondage sex genes in me that have me so excited about being tied and fucked. I know Mum and Tim have a great bondage sex life, having witnessed it.

I was up early the next day to shave off my pubic hair. Then I went downstairs for breakfast, my sexy black G-string in my bag. I put my hand inside my panties, giving my freshly shaved mound a rub. My mind wandered as I played with myself. How many times will I cum today, and will Arty fuck me with his impressive cock again? I certainly hope so.

I saw the car pull up and was out in a flash. It only took ten minutes to arrive at the studio this early Sunday morning.

I met Arty in the major studio, and we greeted each other warmly with a lasting kiss. After I broke away, I noticed a lot had changed overnight. They had removed the individual booths and replaced them with a slightly raised stage, and that’s when I saw the chain dangling in the centre with a spotlight shining down on it, and I knew my wrists would soon be attached to them. My pussy tingled at the thought of what lay ahead.