Sex toy? Sex slave? Sex queen? (4) pain&pleasure

………..comments are always welcome……

When I come into the kitchen, both men are there, drinking red wine.

What takes my breath away is the fact that they are both naked.

They are sitting at the kitchen table, so I can only see their upper bodies and their legs, but that has always been the most exciting thing about a man for me.

A naked man is only half as erotic as a shirtless man to me. Adam holds out his glass of red wine to me.

“Some wine?” I look at Pao to see if I was instructed to drink or if it was a suggestion.

“Only if you want cara.” I shake my head. I don’t like to drink, and here with them, I don’t want to be drugged or woozy. I want to savor every moment, enjoy and experience.

I walk toward the table and lie on my back between the two men.

There was no other instruction before I went to pee, and the last one was clear.

I spread my legs as wide as I can, and rest my feet on the table.

My position would be humiliating for me, it probably should be, but it makes me so hot that I stretch my back and stretch my arms far above my head.

Do I want to make them hot? Yes!

I grip the edge of the table with both hands and moan with excitement.

One hand strokes my breast, but I don’t look. It doesn’t matter which one of them it is.

I try to press my chest against the touch. Fingers close around my nipple, and I freeze in anticipation.

I remember the pain in the bathroom and the feeling of it shooting down into my belly and into my pussy, exciting me to no end.

I want to feel it again.

When it doesn’t happen, I know it’s Pao’s fingers giving me only what absolutely must be. Adam would have seen my arousal and would have let me have the sweet pain I desire.

Pao enjoys the power.

“Adam will tie you up and fuck you. Unless you are sure you can keep your legs in that position the whole time cara. And I’ll tell you something about what a slave girl needs to know.” I nod. I am sure, I can not keep my legs in one position when Adam fucks me. Never ever.

Adam stands up and shows me a rope. I nod again.

He comes around the table and stands right in front of my open pussy. His hand strokes my belly, and his thumb presses on my clit. I wince with delight.

He smiles contentedly because he can make me so hot so quickly. Then he ties my ankles to my thighs in a pattern that is quite complicated for me. I feel like a rotisserie chicken. Unraveled, ripped open, gutted, horny.

Now I just need to be skewered and put on the grill. Helpless and delicious.

I moan.

Adam pauses.

Then I feel the tip of his cock sliding up and down my pussy.