Bi-surrender

I was brought to my knees by a force bearing down on my shoulders and I fell like a stone onto the soft grass amongst the trees in the parkland. When I came to I was lying on a comfortable bed, a double bed with a cotton duvet and a mass of pillows and cushions. The curtains were drawn and the late afternoon sunlight was streaming-in through them. I realised I was wearing nothing but my briefs and my wrists and ankles were tied to the bed’s frame. Surprisingly I had no headache or other pains and simply felt groggy – I suspect now that I had been given some kind of drug to inhale that had knocked me out, rather than being struck forcefully.

She walked into the room, stalking like a panther on the hunt. She was a normal height; slim with long curls of brown hair and big, beautiful yet cruel eyes. Her legs were taught and bronzed and ran all the way up to her stone-washed denim miniskirt and then on over her tight abdomen to her white linen cropped blouse. She had an impressive rack and I tightened at the sight of it.

Trying to speak, I realised that I had a gag in my mouth and was powerless before her. She sat on the edge of the bed and began stroking up and down my prostrate body, brushing lightly over everywhere that was exposed.

She reached back and undid the strings on her blouse, letting it fall forwards and off her shoulders; I saw, as they revealed themselves, that her breasts were as firm as her ass was, no brassiere being needed with these babies. Her perfect nipples stood out and proud, teasing me with their beauty.

She whistled once and her friend came in. He was tall and muscular, probably of Mediterranean stock. Wearing just exercise trousers and a muscle shirt, he approached wielding a pair of kitchen scissors. I baulked from him but was restrained. He came straight at my groin with the blade and snipped my pants from me in one swift move. Pulling the tatters from under me they both surveyed my glory with approval. I had taken advantage of a waxing offer the week before and was nearly bare and smooth all under.

He spat on his hand and stroked it into my shaft. Using his other hand to lift my buttocks form the bed he parted my cheeks and began gently probing my crevice. The moistened hand he stroked down to my balls and up again, gently pulling on the head of my penis and manipulating the bulbous summit between thumb and forefinger. Stroking down once more he spat directly onto me and it dribbled deliciously down my whole length and slid below. His second hand was catching some of the stream and stroking my perineum and as he spat once more his wet index finger began to encircle my hole. In this style he enveloped every inch of my groin and arse with his tender workings and I began to relax.

She had been enjoying this all along and moved round him to massage his tight chest and run her hands down his body. She lifted his vest-top over his head, he briefly moving his arms up to allow its removal before reapplying himself to wanking me off. She then, smiling evilly, bent down and removed his trousers. He was not wearing a stitch underneath and was bare like me. His cock was not as broad or as long as mine, but it was a fair size and had an attractive symmetry to it that got my mouth watering.

She came back around, removed my gag, removed her lacy knickers and then straddled me facing her partner. Kneeling over my chest she leant forwards and hoisted up her skirt revealing her perfectly tanned buns and beautiful snatch, which she began fingering slowly, her long manicured nails avoiding the delicate folds whilst the pads of her fingers found their rhythm and their target. As her juices began flowing down her knuckles, she sat back a few inches and presented my mouth with her delicate arse. My tongue was more eager than my cock at this invitation and I licked all the way up her inner thighs and right into her delicious hole. I licked around and across and then darted inside, fucking her with the point of my tongue up her arse before nibbling on her smooth, tanned cheek. I licked my lips and aimed for the wetter prize further forwards. She leant further down and lapped at my balls then drew back up and took my shaft in her mouth. He, meanwhile was oiling-up to drive into her arse, centimetres from my face, so his balls would be smothering my eyes.

To be continued…