I was starting to hate Lockdown. Isolation in an isolated place. A farm in the middle of nowhere in Wales. How does one cope? Okay, I have lots of land to walk over, and Spring is in the air. I loved the outdoor and my garden my animals and wish I could race away into the distance except there’s an invisible wall I can’t get through, around or over.
Isolation sucks. May as well be in a straight jacket sitting in a white room. Now there is an idea. Tied and …BDSM. Could be great fun. Or should I tie my man up instead? A dream fantasy with my beautiful studly cats. God, they make perfect men and lovers in my dreams.
I call my cats and hurry into my bedroom. Laying on my bed, I close my eyes, letting my mind wander.
“Shift for me, darlings,” I whisper.
The bed dips either side of me, I smile dreamily, sinking into my fantasy.
Hands cup my pert breasts, massaging them gently, while another pair of hands remove my jeans and shoes. I shudder as his hands slide up my legs. Slowly I opened my eyes. Mace leant over kissing me while Pieter nuzzled my pussy with his nose, inhaling my scent, making me wetter.
“What’s your desire, Chloe?”
“Tie me down, fuck me hard, make me scream.”
With each of my words, Mace’s eyes widened, Pieter stilled a moment and ripped off my thong, his tongue lashing my pussy lips from back to front. He placed a kiss on my mound, crawling up my body and straddling my hips. Mace fell off the bed, making me giggle.
“Bound. How about a blindfold too?”
Mace got off the floor, glaring at Pieter. He moved to my closet, removing my silk scarves.
“How about binding her breasts and…
My pussy clenched at the thought, Pieter grinned at Mace. “She likes that idea.”
“Quiet or we’ll gag you,” he replied, brushing his mouth over my lips. “I like captive.”
My eyes trailed over his lush body, settling on his large throbbing dick which was trying to push out of his jeans.
Mace dropped the scarves on the bed and stripped off his clothing, his dick springing out, long and hard. Pieter stood over me, lifting his t-shirt over his head, releasing his dick, he left his jeans on. I clenched again, getting wetter.
“How are we going to tie her down?” said Mace.
“Tie her up and spread.” his eyes moved to an old hook in the ceiling that used to hang an oil lamp in years gone by.
“I want to fuck her now,” Mace muttered.
“Please,” I whispered.
“You fuck, I’ll restrain her ankles.”
They swapped placed. Mace knelt between my legs, lifting them to his shoulders and lining his large dick up with my pussy. I pushed closer and got smacked for my pains. Mace stroked his shaft through my wet pussy lips, pressing the engorged head on my clit. My hips jerked, and his shaft slammed to my core, making me wail as I stretched around his throbbing length. My muscles held on tight. He stilled, watching me.
I felt Pieter take my left ankle in his large warm hands gently tying the red silk scarf around my ankle. The purple one was already around my right ankle. Mace thrust again making me mewl. My eyes half open, watched Pieter wind the scarves around the foot of the bed rail, lifting me higher and closer to Mace, sending Mace’s dick deeper. I gasped, my back arching in delight of the sensations. Pieter tied the two ends together, moving to the middle of the bed he hooked them up above us.
“You do her arms. I want to…” he smirked, stroking his own hard shaft. “get inside her delicious body.”
“Damn,” Mace muttered, withdrawing and moving to pick up several other silk scarves. Soon he had my wrists tied to the bed head and was trailing another scarf down my stomach while Pieter began to tease me with his dick.
Mace tied a scarf around my middle and attached three more. Two he pulled between my legs either side of Pieter’s dick, between my butt crack and through the back of the main scarf. The third one move between my breasts and around my neck like a collar.
“Harder, Pieter,” I muttered.
He picked up the pace. I closed my eyes, my body climbing up to climax when I hissed in pain. Opening my eyes, I saw narrow belts with buckles fastened around my breasts, making them stick up higher. My nipples hard and aching. Pieter pulled away, making my climax disappear.
My fantasy men were standing either side of my bed. Each with a piece of fine silk in their hands. They threading it through my nipple rings, stretching them taut. Heat flooded my pussy as they lifted the opposite end over the hook on the ceiling.
“You looked amazing,” said Mace.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, my breath hissing out at the stretch on my nipples.
“With great pleasure.,” grinned Mace.
Pieter lifted me up, sliding under my back and lowering me down, making me whimper as my nipples stretched with the movement. His dick popped out between my legs rubbing through my wet pussy lips. I squirmed each time his shaft moved across my clit. Mace sat back between my legs, his hand curling around Pieter’s shaft lining it up with my sheath, Pieter’s dick slipped inside. Mace caught me legs pulling me down. I squealed as my nipples stretched one way and my sheath stretched wide impaled on Pieter’s massive dick. He filled me, sliding past my tight muscles, throbbing. He hissed down my ear.
“So fucking good,” he moaned.
Pieter began to thrust back and forth while I gasped in pleasurable pain with the stretch and relax of my nipples as he rocked back and forth. I closed my eyes with a moan, only opening them when I felt Mace’s thumb pressing on my clit.
“Going to stretch you wider, Chloe,” he stroked his dick, sliding it along Pieter’s until it hit my entrance until his engorged weeping head opened my sheath further.
“Shit, Mace,” I hands grappled with the sheets, fisting them as the continued thrusting together. Mace’s dick entered me. My muscles stretched to their limit, making me whimper. “P-please…”
“What do you want, Chloe?”
“All of …” I squealed, “you,” I wailed as his shaft slammed to my core with Pieter’s. Fuck I was so damn full of dick.
“You feel amazing,” Mace leant over me, kissing up my stomach, leaving my breasts before leaning between the silk scarves and kissing me deeply.
“Love having your dick against mine, Mace,” smirked Pieter.
Mace moved to the side and kissed Pieter. They began to thrust hard and fast, hitting my core. Mace’s hands slid up my arms to my wrists, his kisses moved back to my body while Pieter whispered dirty words in my ear.
Sitting back up, they fucked me hard, taking me higher. Mace pressed on my clit again in small circles. I gasped, trying to wriggle when Mace withdrew, holding the root of his dick. He grabbed the lube and a couple of condoms slipping one over his dick, he spread lube over my ass and eased through my sphincter, making me wail. He slammed hard, his eyes closed.
“Fuck Mace,” muttered Pieter, who was still fucking my sheath.
“I’ll fuck you shortly. Time to make her cum hard.” He pinched my clit, and I screamed my body shaking as my climaxed exploded.
“I need to cum…” panted Pieter.
“Hold on,” muttered Mace.
I felt him pull out of me, heard a rip of a foil package. A butt plug pushed in and began to vibrate. Pieter groaned.
“Hurry.” he tugged my ear as if to stop his orgasm then yelled. His body and dick slammed inside me.
“Fuck me hard, Mace,” he growled.
“Christ,” I screamed going over again as Mace pounded Pieter’s ass hard and fast until they both pressed deep and roared their release.
“Fuck,” Mace jerked against us both was he unloaded. He grabbed my legs pulled me to the root of Pieter’s dick as he groaned and I milked him of his seed, sucking it deep in my core, panting and moaning. My fists released the sheets, my body relaxing into bonelessness with Pieter murmuring beneath Mace and me collapsing.
“Damn. That was amazing.” I sighed.
“What was amazing?” said Dafydd from the door jamb of my bedroom.
I blinked my eyes open with a slow smile. “My dream,” I murmured, stroking the heads of my two favourite cats curled up beside me.
“I can be amazing too if you want,” he shrugged out of his t-shirt, sitting on the edge of our bed, flexing his arm muscles.
“You stink of horse. Go have a shower,” I laughed.
“Shower with me, Chloe?”
“I suppose I could. There again,” I squealed when he rolled on top of me, his fingers tickling my side. I squirmed trying to get away, the cats jumped to the floor in disgust. Dafydd kissed me, nipping my ear and neck.
“Now you smell of horse too,” he smirked.
“Strip babe,” he got off the bed undoing his jeans, “come join me,” his eyes twinkled as he shoved his jeans and boxers down, hopping on one leg to remove his boots. “He wants you, my sweet.” Turning away, he moved into the master bathroom.
I heard the shower release water, steam creeping into the bedroom. Jumping off the bed, I hurried out of my clothes, sneaking into the bathroom and into the shower, my cold hands moving around his waist, my pussy pressed against his gorgeous, pert butt.
“Damn you’re cold,” he muttered, turning us around until the hot water fell over my body. I put my head back letting the water wash over my face, smiling as I felt his hands cup and massage my breasts.
“Feels so good, Dafydd,” I sighed as his thumbs flicked over my nipples.
“Love your boobs,” he murmured, kissing around them before tugged with his teeth. My back arched, pushing my breasts into his mouth.
“I want your dick,” my hands cupped his balls, my fingers trailing up to his shaft, curling around his pulsating length. “I want him inside,” I stroked my fingers up and down.
“My pleasure,” he twirled me around, my hands landed on the glass wall. His hands spread my butt cheeks. I could feel his dick thrusting between my legs, the engorged head stroking over my clit. I tilted my hips
“In me now,” I demanded.
“Fuck,” he muttered lining his dick up he thrust to my core. I moaned, my eyes opening to find Mace and Pieter sitting there staring at us through the shower door.
“Hard, Dafydd,” I hissed, watching the cats watch us.
“Hell yeah,” he held my hips tight, slamming to my core, his dick widening my sheath to accommodate him, squeezing him, holding him. God, he felt amazing.
“Faster,” I pushed back against him, smirking over my shoulder. “Every fucking inch, Dafydd.”
“Damn,” he hissed, pumping quicker and harder, our bodies slapping together. “Tight. Cumming, Chloe,” he rubbed my clit, pinching it at the last moment and I screamed, my body shuddering with release, my muscles clamping around his throbbing dick, milking him of every drop. His hips jerked against me until he’d finished, his arms holding me up as my body relaxed.
“That was so damn good,” I leant into his chest, nibbling his nipples.
“Do you know your cats are staring at us?”
“Pervs aren’t they,” I giggled.
“A bit unnerving. You think they’re jealous?”
“Nope. Curious, more like.”
He began to wash my hair and body, patting my butt, I left him to his shower. Drying off and wrapping a towel around me, the cats followed me back to the bedroom, jumping up on the bed beside me.
“You two darlings need to behave. We can’t have Dafydd work out your charms,” I whispered, scratching between their ears.
“You belong to us,” hissed Mace.
“I belong to me,” I retorted.
“We love you,” purred Pieter.
“As I do you, my darlings. Now get gone. Keep an eye on the house.”
They thumped to the floor as they jumped off the bed, I shut the door behind them, removing my towel and sliding into bed looking forward to having Dafydd wrapping his arms around me. The sheet moved as he slid in beside me spooning my body against his.