Displays Of Wicked Pleasure |

I didn’t know exactly what he had planned. My husband told me I was going to be his slutty little entertainment for the night. When he brought me to the expensive hotel after dinner and I saw the assorted luggage, I was mystified by his plans. When he pushed me against the wall, he kissed me deeply as his hands squeezed my breast. He asked me, “Are you ready to be my little slut?”

My heart was beating hard, I swallowed and replied, “Yes.”

We had done a plenty of kinky things and he knows I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. The last time he had that look on his face I ended up dancing on stage with a y little stripper that turned into a makeout session and her fingers in my pussy. The dollar bills were flying everywhere.

He slowly disrobed me until he got to my panties. Those he yanked off my body. When he placed me on the bed he took restraints from the luggage and secured my arms and legs leaving me spread open. He covered my eyes with a blindfold and soon I felt warm oil dripping onto my body from my breast to my thighs. His hands felt amazing as he messaged my body paying extra attention to my nipples and mound.

Then he whispered, “People are going to watch how I make you cum.”

I felt erotic shivers tickle my body. I couldn’t see anything but heard the door open as he welcomed his guest. Then I heard him say, “Gentlemen there will be no touching, but feel free to jerk off at your discretion.

My body was aching. I was tied up, blindfolded, and completely exposed to whomever he had in the room. I wondered if it was someone we knew and how many were there. I felt his breath against my neck, then on my ear as he whispered, “Let’s get started.”

Something was on my nipple. I could feel it slowly pull. It was the small suction device he had teased me with many times. I could feel my nipple being drawn into it as he adjusted it. Then my other nipple was pulled into another suction toy. Something began gently touching my skin. It was a paintbrush. The soft tip circled my stomach and then slowly moved over my mound until it brushed against my clit.

The soft bristles began painting my clit in circles and up and down. My clit filled and became hard. I didn’t want to cum so soon, but the whole experience was sending me close. My husband knew just when to stop, keeping me wanting more. The brushing started again, sending pleasure through my clit. I wanted to beg him to let me cum. I didn’t realize how visibly close I was to cumming until I heard voices in the room let out “ooh”s and “aah”s.

He teased my clit more, and I wanted to curse every time he stopped. Then warm oil dribbled down my legs. My husband’s hands began massaging my legs and inner thighs. I could feel his fingers slide close to my labia and then move away. Again, my body ached for more. He stopped and I could hear something crack. My husband said, “A drink, gentlemen.”

The sound of ice falling in glasses was followed by a pause. They must have been sipping their drinks. The next thing I heard was a buzzing. I knew it was a vibrator. I wasn’t sure I could go much longer without erupting in orgasm. When the vibrator touched my pussy lips my wetness began to drip down to my rosebud.

Soon it was there. Pressed against my clit the vibrator hummed as my nipples felt the pressure of the attached suction. My husband held the vibrator on my clit but kept pulling it away when my hips began to push up. Again and again, the vibrator pulsed through my engorged clit only to be pulled away. A strange voice commented on how wet I was getting.

It seemed like my husband was teasing me forever, commenting on how flush my pussy lips were and how my asshole kept puckering when I wanted to cum. Finally, when my hips pressed up again, he held the vibrator firmly against my clit. My entire body was filled with anticipation. This was it, he was going to let me cum. It was like a rolling wave of heat began filling my body. I couldn’t help but cry out as I could feel a pulsing in my clit. My ass pressed down into the bed and my thighs trembled as I came right there in front of his spectators. My orgasm was quickly followed by applause.

When I recovered my husband asked, “A sip of water?”

The bottle pressed against my lips, and I took a sip. My body was in a state of warm afterglow. For a moment I had forgotten about the other people in the room until I heard another drink being poured. Then there was movement, and something was placed on the bed near my feet. My husband took the suction devices off my nipples and since I could feel how swelled they were, I’m sure those watching could see how puffy they were too.

Then something touched my clit. It pressed around it and began slowly pulling. It was one of the suction devices. My god, I didn’t know if I could take it. My already sensitive clit became sucked in as he adjusted the pressure. I thought I might be near a sensory overload. I felt as if my whole body would soon start trembling. My husband left it there and his fingertips traced along my pussy lips. I knew he was going to do it, but my body didn’t anticipate just how good it was going to feel when his fingers slid into my wet hole.

My husband was teasing me again. He twisted his fingers and then spread them apart as he withdrew them from my pussy. He must have been displaying my wetness on his fingers to the onlookers as I heard him say, “Boys, I guarantee you, this taste as good as it looks.”

The suction on my clit caused it to harden quickly. I could feel my clit pulsating in time with my heartbeats. Then there was more warm oil on my breast. My husband massaged them and played with my swollen nipples. When he stopped playing with my nipples there was complete silence. I felt movement at the bottom of the bed. Then a strange sound stopped as quickly as it started.

Something soft but firm pressed against my pussy lips. I felt my husband spread my lips and then the smooth, firm object pressed against my opening. I could tell by the feel it was a dildo. I heard something hydraulic and machinelike making noise as the dildo began moving just into the opening of my pussy. We have plenty of toys, but I immediately knew that this was the nice thick one that drives me wild every time.

He had shown me videos of women being fucked by dildos attached to machines before, but I never imagined me being fucked by one. The dildo began moving in a little deeper. The thick shaft pressed against my inner walls. It was teasing my pussy with its slow deliberate strokes. My clit was pulsating and all I could think was please just fuck me and fuck me hard.

The wetness in my pussy was undeniably asking for more, but I couldn’t slide down to get the deep I needed. After several minutes I couldn’t help it, I begged, “Please fuck me.”

My entire body moaned when the machine pushed the thick dildo in deep. It felt like something just released a wave of pleasure that was being held back against its will. It started to give me its thrust faster. My husband had it set just right as its perfect rhythmic made me moan over and over. My body welcomed the sensation as my pussy eagerly accepted being filled. I was getting close, and the nearing orgasm was going to be explosive. Then I heard my husband say, “Go ahead, gentlemen.” 

I felt the bed move on both sides of me. I could barely hear what was happening over the sounds of the machine and my moans. I had never felt my body or mind in the state of erotic desperation as it was at that moment. Suddenly grunts filled the air and streams of warm cum began landing on my tits. 

My mind visualized the men stroking and getting off as the spurts of cum coated my breast and stomach. My husband sent the dildo pumping deeper with faster strokes into my pussy. My mind surrendered and my body embraced an orgasm that I could feel in every inch of my being. It was the combination of the warm seed spraying all over my tits, the thought of the men so turned on by watching me, and the nonstop machine that kept the orgasm reverberating through me until my loud moans subsided.

My husband slowly brought the machine to a stop. When he slipped the dildo from my pussy it felt as if it was removed too soon. My inner walls wanted to keep squeezing on it. Soon I heard the door open and close. I felt someone sit next to me on the bed. When the blindfold was removed, I saw my husband smiling as he used a towel to gently wipe the loads of cum from my breast.

I looked at him and he could tell by the look of pleasant amazement on my face that I had some intense orgasms. My husband released me from the restraints. I could only think of one way to thank him properly as I got on my knees and took his hard cock into my mouth.