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Sandy’s Awakening
Part-1-of-1
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Cassandra's first thought as she neared consciousness was that she had the worst hangover in history. As her brain began to come on line, she tried to recall the events of the night before. Another Friday night out with the girls, the first 2-Texas iced teas going down way too fast, and then a trip to the ladies room. The ladies room, something happened in the ladies room. What was it? Recollections of a beautiful woman came to mind. A small, dark, a petite figure that left no doubt her large breasts was implants, and her comment that her husband 'would just love you,' and a strange look.
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Cassandra's mouth felt dry as the Sahara and fuzzy as a peach. Her headache felt like her skull was going to explode. Still unable to open her eyes, Sandy didn't remember having that much to drink. Her friends had left about 9, but Sandy had to use the restroom one more time before her long drive home. When she came out of the stall, the same woman was there again, washing her hands. “I'm Leslie, my husband, Fraser and I would like to buy you a drink.” Sandy’s head reeled, why had they done that? Why had she been ambushed in the restroom? Why had she been drawn to Leslie? Why hadn't she just walk right out or told her to shove off? Why had she agreed? Why had Leslie’s hand been on her ass as they left the restroom?
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Cassandra had never had her bed spin in the morning, but something definitely wasn't right. The bed was clearly moving. She went to put her hand against the wall, the surest cure for a spinning bed spin. She was startled awake when she realized that she couldn’t move her hands. Had she drunk to the point of paralysis? Couldn't be. She couldn't move her legs either. Why wouldn't the bed stop moving? She remembered dancing with Fraser at the bar, his strong hands on her back, her ass. She should have been offended, but it felt so good. She needed him to touch her. As she sat between Fraser and Leslie in the booth she knew hands were on her knee, but she wasn't sure if they were his or hers. Why didn't this bother her?
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As she fought through the fog in her brain, she realized that she could move her fingers and toes, even her hands and feet. But her arms and legs were immobile, as if, it couldn't be, as if she were tied to something. Screams filtered through her still-gray brain, 'Fuck me, Fraser, yeah fuck me, fuck me harder, pound my pussy.' The screaming was loud, very loud. Painfully she tried to force her eyes open, but could only get them opened to mere slits. Leslie’s large breasts were dangling in Cassandra's face and they swayed forcefully with every motion of her body. The motion undoubtedly caused by Fraser's cock pumping in and out of her, Fraser's cock? Sitting in the booth, Leslie had taken her hand and moved it to Fraser's lap where his very hard cock had escaped the zipper of his slacks. Cassandra should have been offended, but instead she yearned to taste it.
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Cassandra moaned softly, suffering from the pounding in her head and the uncertainty of what had happened the night before. Suddenly she was unable to make a sound. Something was in her mouth. It was warm and soft, fleshy, and it was moving violently. It was Leslie’s nipple. She should have moved her head to the side, but inside, she began to lightly lick the nipple. She was rewarded with a finger between her legs. The fog cleared quickly as she realized that she was naked. It took her just a few seconds to put it all together. She was naked, tied to the bed and her 2-new acquaintances from the night before were fucking on top of her! She felt rage for a second, but the skilled fingers in her wetness between her legs quickly turned her anger into lust.
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When Leslie’s nipple left her mouth and Sandy was surprised at how loud own moans were. She felt the large, heavy breasts against her hips. Wait that must mean her head was... She shuddered deeply, down to the pit of her soul as she felt Leslie’s sharp teeth graze down the velvety fleshy of her thigh. Then the touch of Leslie’s supple tongue on her inner thigh nearly made Cassandra explode. Finally opening her eyes she took in the whole picture. Leslie was kneeling, her knees next to Cassandra's chest and her tongue was lapping Sandy’s plentiful juices. The cautious portions of her brain wanted to know when her clothes had disappeared to and she tried hard not to bask in the attention, but was failing miserably. Fraser was behind his wife, her dark hair in his hands like the reins of a horse. Sandy couldn’t stop watching his thick, hard cock plowing in and out of her. That changed when the first orgasm rolled through Sandy’s hips and her eyes rolled back into her head.
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Watching Leslie’s fingers move to her own clit, Sandy was jealous, but of what? Did she want Fraser's gigantic cock to abuse her own pussy like he was doing to Leslie? Did she want Leslie’s long red fingernails back on her clit? Did she want the restraints to be freed so she could pleasure herself as she was watching Leslie do? Low, guttural groans came from Leslie as her fingers and her husband's merciless pounding had the desired effect. Her head dropped to Sandy’s lap as the orgasm intensified. The feeling of teeth on her thighs only made Sandy hornier as, for the first time in her life, she watched another woman orgasm.
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Pulling out of his wife, Fraser turned his glistening cock toward Cassandra. As it approached her face she willingly opened her mouth, no, hungrily opened her mouth. She couldn't wait to taste Leslie’s juices on his cock, to give this man an orgasm like he’d watched the two women enjoy. Suddenly, Fraser pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked himself a few times. Thick globs of his cum splashed on Sandy’s chest, the hot liquid oozing down her side. Then he moved his cock back to Sandy’s mouth, dropping it between her lips and shooting the last his cum into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily.
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Leslie climbed up Sandy’s body and kissed her deeply. She loved the feel of the woman's smooth face and full, soft lips against her own. Leslie settled down on her body, smearing Fraser's cum on their breasts. When Sandy again felt Leslie’s large breasts in her mouth, she slowly and sensually licked Fraser’s cum off of them. Her tongue worked Leslie’s breasts and then reached for her hostess' tight, flat stomach, still licking it clean. As she reached Leslie’s navel it occurred to her where this was heading, but she didn't slow down. Sandy quickly reached the little turf of pubic hair at the top of her slit and continued moving on into her full wetness. The now-familiar taste of Fraser's cum was mixed with Leslie’s sweet pussy. Obviously she had never done this to another woman before, but she knew what she liked, and all of those times with lousy lovers that she thought 'why doesn't he just do it like this' came back to her. Leslie’s groans told her she was doing something right.
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She had lost track of Fraser, and was surprised to feel him between her legs. As she felt the head of his cock against her wetness of her slit, her mind raced with fear, remembering how huge he’d looked fucking his wife. Sandy doubted she could handle it, but being restrained and with a mouthful of Leslie’s nipple; she really didn't have anything to say about it.
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She had a feeling Fraser wasn't about to be gentle, and she was right. The pain of his huge cock thrusting into her was more than she could take. As she was about to scream, Leslie ground her pussy onto Sandy’s face. Leslie had been through this many times, she realized, and this was her way of distracting her from the pain. She concentrated on pleasuring Leslie, and within a few thrusts her always-tight pussy had expanded just enough to accommodate Fraser's huge manhood.
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Rising, Leslie turned around, and then leaned forward, settling her now throbbing, dripping pussy back onto Sandy’s awaiting mouth. The new position allowed her to kiss her husband while he played with her breasts as he fucked another woman, the same woman whose tongue was lashing at her pussy. The feeling washed over Cassandra that she was nothing more than a sex toy for this apparently insatiable couple. And it was a feeling that she very much enjoying at the moment. Leslie’s familiar fingers went to Sandy’s now sore clit, and the 2-of them working together, quickly brought Sandy to, what was it, her fourth orgasm? Twelfth? Hell it seemed like a thousand and the next one was already close by. As Sandy’s orgasm subsided, Leslie lowered her mouth and accepted her husband's cock.
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Sandy returned to working on Leslie and, noticing how wet her hands were, decided to kick it up a notch. Tentatively, Sandy stretched her arm as far as her bonds would allow and put a very sloppy finger at the entrance to Leslie’s ass and pushed. Apparently taking her husband's cock out of her mouth, she let out a deep groan and pushed her rear back against the finger. Encouraged, Sandy slid the finger all the way into her ass-hole and was surprised at how easily Sandy’s sphincter opened to her. Having had Fraser big cock slam into her pussy, Sandy had a feeling she know how Leslie’s ass had become so pliable. Her middle finger joined the other, and soon Sandy had 2-fingers into Leslie’s ass. A …smack… loud slap and a red welt rising on Leslie’s cute little naked butt told Sandy that Fraser had noticed her back door play and had decided to join in. Sandy would have protested loudly to such treatment, but Leslie’s pussy spasmed …smack… as her husband slapped her ass a second time. Leslie had her husband's cock about to fill her throat, a sexy young lady eating her pussy and playing with her ass and her husband working her ass cheeks. She cummed hard, spilling her juices on Sandy’s face as she collapsed on top of their helpless visitor.
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With sandy still tied helplessly to the bed, the 3-of them played throughout the rest of the night, each of the ladies reaching more orgasms than they could count and Fraser finally unable to perform anymore. Sated, Sandy fell asleep and when she awoke, found that her wrists were free and that she was alone on the bed. On the corner of the bed were a small stack of luxurious towels and a note. 'Had lots of fun, maybe we'll run into you sometime.'
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Now free, Sandy looked around the house and found that the couple had left. Feeling very sore and very sticky, she ran the hot water in the huge marble tub she found in the master bathroom. The hot bath and French milled soaps brought her back to reality. As if she hadn't had enough the night before, she let her hand wander down between her legs, producing an encore as she thought of all the new experiences that she’d had the night before.
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On the vanity in the bathroom, she found her clothes from the night before folded neatly. But a new pair of panties replaced those she had worn on Friday. She smiled, knowing that her panties had been added to a collection somewhere. She felt something in the pocket of her pants and found a small card. When she looked at it, it said, “Leslie and Fraser, 330-555-1212. Bring a friend next time.”
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The end…
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