Leather 3

"You're being a brat about this."

She was. That was the truth of it but being in her bratty mood she said, "I maybe a brat but you're being a pussy about this." Hank was a ginger. When he was mad you could see it in his neck and face very easily. Right then, it was apparent to someone who was color blind..

"Don't call me a pussy. I don't like that shit-"

"But you're calling me a brat which is like politely calling me a bitch."

"For fucks sake, quit puttin' words in my goddamn mouth I never-"

"Then set it up." Hank sighed and cracked his meaty knuckles. He always did that when he was thinking. "You got your goddamn threesome-"

"And you got your black guy." He answered smugly. "So what's the goddamn problem?"

"I want it. Again." He gave a bitter laugh. She hated when he laughed because she knew on some level, he thought he had her.

"Well sucks to be you, Silver's got himself a woman now." She must of shone the shock on her face. "I know right? The chick in chemicals, what's-her-face, Rosy I think."

"The girl I wanted to have the threesome with?"

"The girl we both wanted to have the threesome with."


It had been an hour so since Hank left her tied up and naked in the dark of her room. Her arms were bound behind her back with rope in a complex kinbaku pattern that criss-crossed her torso around her breasts, down her sternum and between her legs before reconnecting to her wrists. It was so intricate and complicated that Hank had to practice on her for weeks in advance. After each time, they'd both be so turned on they had to fuck each other. It was ritualistic, intense, intimate. She felt like a piece of art by the time he was done.

She heard her door close, then laughing. It was dark in her room already making the blindfold seem redundant. She was gagged but even still, she wouldn't have said anything. She found herself moving her thighs together but the jute rope bit into the inside of her thighs limiting her movement.

The door opened and someone clicked on a light. "Wow." Silver said.

"I know right?" The bed sunk when someone sat beside her. Fingers pranced over her back making gooseflesh. Hank's hand, calloused, rough yet achingly gentle. "You like."

A soft laugh. "I just-you know-I've never seen it in person. How did you learn how to do that?"

"Practice dude." His hands trailed down her backside. "Lots and lots of practice. I taught myself and just went from there. Plus she was willing."

Silver sat down in front of her. His hands were different. One finger, then two, wandering down her cheek then down between her breasts falling the rope like it was a path to some hidden treasure. "Damn." He whispered.

"I know right?!" Hank was always amazed when she was tied up and sharing it with someone must have turned him on. She knew it turned her on. "God I don't know if I wanna fuck her or-or what. Look at her tits man." He grabbed her breast, squeezing softly as if he might break her. Silver whistled and Hank laughed. "She's so fucking sensitive bro. You wouldn't believe it and I bet you she's wet. Go on. Check."

Silver slid a finger up her slit, feather light. "Damn."

"Fuck." They were quiet save for their heavy breathing. The anticipation made her even more moist. "Is she gagged with what I think she's gagged with?" Hank must've nodded because she heard him whisper "Fuck."

"I told you bro."

"You did."

"She cheated on you man."

"Yep."

"And I said I had something special for you."

"Yeah. You did. So...what now?"

"Do you bro."

She was put on her back then kissed and licked gently, Hanks hands on  breast, kneading her nipples as he whispered unintelligible things into the hollow of her neck. That fact that she couldn't see or speak made her feel vulnerable.She couldn't tell where the next touch or nibble would come from.

Silver was kissing her toes, her feet, the backs of her calves and thighs working silently, sighing into her skin, his breath hot. Her pussy was aching to be touched even as Hank palmed and licked her nipples. She squirmed against the ropes only to make them tighter.

Now she was being pulled towards the edged of the bed. Frank took her panties out of her mouth and replaced them with his cock. He moaned like he waited forever for her mouth and tongue and it made her skin prickle.

First she felt his fingers then his tongue. He went in easy and unhurried, exploring and playing with her, teasing her swollen clit.until she wrapped her legs around his head. He moaned into her pussy and the vibrations of his voice made her back arch.

"Fuck," Hank was whispering over and over. He went deeper making her gag a little. It was hard to concentrate with Silver eating her cunt. "Fuck you're beautiful. Eat her pussy bro. Make her cum while I'm cummin' in her mouth." He did, placing his hands on her stomach to keep back on the bed. She was moaning and thrashing as Hank fuck lips. Then she was shaking as Hank was, his hands twisting her nipples adding the spice of pain to her sweet pleasure.

"Goddamn." She heard Hank's voice in front of her face. "That was-that was fucking intense." She felt the pad of his thumb around her lips, smearing his cum into her mouth. She sucked it slowly, letting her tongue do most of the work. "She wants more." He said matter-of-factly.

"So do I." Silver said. "I think she squirted a little."

Hank was now rubbing his dick on her lips. He was hard again. He always was like this when she was tied up. "Then let's switch ends then."