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Jen's Return Visit

Jennifer reached behind the patio chair and found the key, precisely where it was supposed to be. She let herself in and bound up the stairs. She was surprised at how easy it had been, just a couple of emails and a phone call and she was back in Doug and Chris’ house.

At the top of the stairs, the master bedroom was on the right. But her curiosity got the better of her. The first bedroom on the left had an odd sign, “Dr. Doug, OB/GYN.” Tentatively, she opened the door. In the middle of the room was an exam table, complete with stirrups and an exam light. She opened one of the small drawers to find a complete set of instruments, including a speculum, retractors and forceps. They gleamed with surgical sterileness.

The next bedroom had nothing written on the door, but it was bright pink and white, reminding her of her own childhood. Inside was a bed any four year old little girl would love, a white four poster bed with bright pink linens. Hanging from brightly colored pegs were several jump ropes. The dressing table had small containers full of hair ribbons and pony tail holders. What she saw on the table disturbed her and excited her at the same time. A beautiful ivory brush set. The back of the brush was wide and long, about three by six inches, she guessed, certainly large enough to paddle a naughty little girl. The handle of the brush was long, about eight inches and an inch or so in diameter, curved slightly.

The final door at the end of the hall was unmarked and painted flat black. She tried the knob but found it would not open. Three large dead bolts lined the edge of the door, making entry, or exit, from the room impossible without the key.

She realized that this was not Doug and Chris’ home. It was their sex house. Back in the master bedroom, she peeked in the large, cedar lined walk in closet and found no dress shirts or sport coats as she expected. She was surprised at the amount of black hanging there, PVC or latex outfits, long flowing gowns. She also noticed several costumes, a nurse and a doctor, several pretty pink party dresses. She pulled down a box marked “hats” and found a number of black masks in leather, vinyl and cotton. One black ski mask looked like it would be the choice for a mugger. She swallowed hard. Or a rapist.

Opening the solid cedar drawers, she found a hundred or so pieces of expensive lingerie, bras, panties, boy shorts. The next drawer down was filled with luxurious silk stockings, mostly in black, some in white (to go with the nurse’s outfit for sure) and a few pair or whore red.

What she found on the next shelf made her gasp. A small television, 13” or so sat on top of a digital video recording. She snapped on the TV and saw the bed in the master bedroom. Changing channels, she saw each of the other bedrooms. On channel four she was able to see the room that was locked. A large, hand hewn wooden “X” dominated the room. It stood more than six feet high, with restraints at each of the four ends. On a rack on the side of the room she saw several pair of handcuffs, a few whips and riding crops and several knives.

She heard the garage door open and instantly snapped off the television. She was wearing nothing but an above the knee dress and easily slipped it over her head. She jumped onto the bed, feeling the deep purple satin sheets surround her. Her ankles went into the tethers and she pulled them snug. Then her left hand and finally her right. She hadn’t realized how the view of the dungeon room had affected her, but the apex of her thighs was throbbing. She scanned the room carefully, and found three small video cameras.

Chris entered the room with a smile and gave her a welcome kiss. “Doug’s er, tied up at work, he’ll get here as soon as he can. We’ll just have to entertain ourselves for a bit until he comes.” Chris turned and took something out of a dresser drawer. Jennifer heard it buzz and watched as her hostess slid the vibrator into her own pussy. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation for a moment, then turned it off and offered it to Jennifer’s mouth. She enjoyed licking the juices and was disappointed when it was removed from her mouth. But as Chris turned it back on and slid it into Jen’s wetness she was satisfied. “Let me get out of these work clothes,” Chris cooed, toying with the vibe between Jen’s legs.

Chris emerged in a few moments in black vinyl. The halter top went clear to her neck, but the breasts were cut out, allowing her ample (and expensive) boobs to hang free. The halter was backless, with just a thin tie holding it closed at the bottom. The boy shorts were vinyl as well, and as she walked Jen could see that they were crotchless. On her feet were impossible three and a half inch stilettos. She walked around the bed, tugging on Jen’s restraints, making sure they were secure. Removing the vibrator from Jen, she returned it to her own kitty and groaned as she inserted it.

Chris stepped onto the bed, and stood on the mattress, bracing herself against the ceiling. She put one of her heels on either side of Jen’s head. Were those shoes Manolo Blahnik? They cost as much as one of her paychecks, not a purchase Jen was going to make anytime soon. Jen’s gaze went up her legs. She could see the shimmer of Chris’ very wet pussy and was convinced her juices would soon be dripping from the vibe. Her breasts looked delicious and Jen yearned to taste them, touch them and use them to satisfy her host.

As if reading her mind, Chris lowered herself to Jen’s chest. “Take the vibe out of my pussy. With your mouth.” Jen complied and the buzzing appliance felt strange in her mouth but she loved the tasted. Chris took it from her laid it on the bed, and then ground herself into Jen’s face. Within seconds Chris’ pussy spasmed and Jen’s face was washed with juices. Jen smiled, knowing that Chris had been as horny all day as she had.

As Chris rolled off, Jen became aware of someone else in the room. Doug was by the door, very naked and very hard, having watched the two of them go at it. “Jen, judging from the juices running down your leg, I’m guessing you’re ready for a good fucking,” he said, stroking his hard cock. Jen murmured that she was and as she readied herself for him, Chris pulled a blind fold out of the bedside stand and covered Jen’s eyes. After a few moments, she felt his head gently push open her pussy lips. She braced for the slamming she had experienced the week before but was surprised at his gentleness. Her clit was caressed in pace with the pumping and it felt amazing. Damn, no wonder Chris loved sex with this man so much, Jen had never had it feel so good. With the blindfold Jen was floating in a sea of her fantasies, her pussy in pure heaven and her mind not far behind. It felt so glad she gladly accepted the hard cock that was pushing at her mouth. She took deep into her throat, feeling the pleasure of a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy.

WHAT? If that was Doug between her legs who was in her mouth? She moved her mouth away and shrieked, “What’s going on.” The blindfold quicky came off, and Doug was indeed kneeling by her head. Between her legs was Chris, still fucking her with a black, shiny strap on, her red fingernails working Jen’s clit.

Chris soothed her with her words and hands and soon Jen was relaxed and sucking on Doug’s cock. Turned on by the fact that the sexy Chris was giving her the best fucking of her life, Jen devoured Doug’s cock like never before. As he was about to cum, he pulled out of her mouth and offered his cum to the lovely Chris, who devoured it hungrily. Jen’s orgasm was just a few seconds behind and her screams filled the room, and peaked the sound meters on the video recorder in the next room.

Doug kissed his wife deeply. “You know what that outfit makes me want to do.”

“That’s why I wore it,” she giggled, and lay on her back next to the still-restrained Jen. Doug took a bottle of massage oil and rubbed it in his hands, warming it. He then liberally applied to his wife’s breasts and straddled her flat stomach. She squeezed her breasts together, wrapping them around him and he began to thrust slowly. “Oh yeah, fuck my titties, fuck my titties.” Jen was surprised at the words coming out of Chris’ mouth but was mesmerized at the sight of his cock moving in and out of her large breasts. “Yeah, cum on my face like a whore, you know how I like to be treated like a dirty fucking whore. Show Jen what a god damn whore I am.” She was soon unable to speak as his thrusts became longer, reaching her mouth. Like a lizard, Chris’ tongue lashed wildly as his head came into reach. After several more thrusts, his head exploded, bathing her chest and neck in his cum.

At that moment, Jen resolved to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon.





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