Chapter 32

After the briefest of halts to flash me a grin, Lucy flattened dusky curves into Mandy’s swaying suntanned, though paler body. With both full breasts squashed into the smaller woman’s back, her hands meandered over an upthrust, perky chest. As both women swayed forward, the bindings above creaked.

“Hey there, sexy,” she whispered into my gorgeous neighbor’s ear.

“Oh, mmm, L-Lucy,” Mandy murmured before moaning when shiny pearl fingernails crushed her little stems.

As dark fingers wandered heaving ribs to play over a roiling, flat stomach, more moans left the suspended vision of gorgeousness. Each sharp-edged sound got my pulse racing ever faster. Add in the full lips working along Mandy’s tensing neck and the moaning grew higher-pitched.

From behind the camera, Gary smiled at me even as his fist roamed a jutting dark rod. After this, he’d be needing some quality wife time. With gritted teeth, I glanced at my aching flesh. Although not with my wife, but...

“Me too,” I murmured.

At a curt, hitching cry, I looked up just as brown fingers shoved between the bound beauty’s shaking legs. The cry disappeared into a wet slurping kiss when the other dark hand twisted Mandy’s head to mash their lips together.

With dusky sultriness tight, baring the pale woman’s trembling frame for the camera and pumping her ever faster, I gave her husband a quick nod. After a grin, he moved to a chair. Before it stretched a bank of video monitors. With a fist roaming his turgid mast, he went to work. “Editing on the fly,” he called it.

When I stepped toward the sleek, twisting pair, his wife’s hungry eyes flashed. For a brief second, the groaning shark didn’t want to share her sexy little fish. But one glance at my swaying pole and she pulled her lips away with a deeper groan.

While gulping lungfuls of air, Mandy swayed, trying to chase the disappearing hands. She tracked the quiet liquid sounds of Gary’s wife sucking her fingers. The snick as the lead returned to the collar’s front ring had her shaking, and the blindfold flicked to me.

“M-master?” she whispered.

“Yes.” I replied.

She mewled like the hungriest kitten. Despite the flaring desire to kiss her, I bent to unfasten her trembling ankles. At the touch of my fingertips, her body shook so much the chains rattled.

“P-Please, um, fuck me.” She huffed for a few seconds. “Please.”

“No.”

Her lips parted as if to plead once more, but a quick rake of my nails made her tremble and fling groans to the ceiling. With those sleek curves shuddering, I unlatched the wrist cuffs and tugged her toward the bed.

After a careful twisting tilt to place the gleaming, flushed woman on her back, I shifted her to the middle. Serenaded by ceaseless moaning, my measured motions placed the sexy neighbor; both feet faced the headboard and her head dangled off the bottom of the tall mattress. Those moans deepened as my hands stretched and attached solid shackles to each quivering limb. Once bound, the spreadeagled beauty writhed. The bindings creaked as shiny dark hair swept along the carpet at the foot of the bed.

Gary’s quick thumbs-up received, I grinned at the nearest camera. Which was silly, since my face would be blurred, but it felt appropriate. Damn it, I was happy, and my turn to be impish. All of this had taken a lot of planning, and the squirming woman deserved every second.

At my curt gesture, his wife climbed onto the bed, crossed one of Mandy’s legs, and settled between them. Even as the mattress shifted, I moved until my neighbor’s open mouth sent rapid, heated breaths over my drooling knob. With a fist on my root, I flashed Lucy a smile.

That was all it took. The ravenous dusky shark reacted. A blink and I’d have missed the dropping of wide lips onto a shiny seam below a narrow cloud of dark curls. Right as the ropes creaked when sleek curves arched from the mattress, I eased forward. Her cry became a muffled glug when my fat bulb tapped the open softness of her mouth. With a yip, she twisted, seeking my cockhead, but I pulled it away.

“Shh, slut,” I said, gliding my achy knob along searching pillows. “Hungry, huh?”

“Ung-hungh, mashtergh,” she murmured as that cute pink tongue flicked out to sweep my tip.

“Such a naughty slut.”

Thunk.

Right as the meaty length struck her cheek, she cried out. Two sets of shimmering nails were raking upward to crush her perky tits. When my view lifted a little, the dark mane was whirling ever quicker between Mandy’s twisting legs. That was my signal. With a groan, I shoved deep, piercing slippery wide lips, plunging beneath a swishing tongue and conquering a tight throat.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” left me in a shaky whisper.

As my dick sank, the room blurred. Still, I found the camera and gave the shiny lens another useless smile.