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It was awkward at first when Julie first came home, Piper and I reverting back to our previous dynamic. Piper almost spent more time around the house on the pretense that she wanted to spend time with Julie but I soon realized it was just to be close to me. At first we would exchange a knowing glance when Julie wouldn't notice or she would brush close to me, a hand on my arm if Julie left the room. But slowly we became more daring: a hurried kiss in the hallway or if Julie took a shower she would pin me against the wall, her wicked hand diving into my pants to pleasure me just enough to make me uncomfortably wet. She would tell me to wear a skirt and remove my panties before she came over, giving her free access in the brief stolen moments we had.
Finally Julie planned to go to a movie with a guy she dated in high school, giving Piper and I a window to quench our growing frustration. Soon after Julie let her plans known to us, the text from Piper came asking how I wanted to be fucked; I responded with a single word: Hard. Our tease continued for two days, Piper telling me that I was to be her prisoner for three delicious hours, that I would need to be restrained and gagged to prevent the neighbors hearing my cries, I only encouraged her, promising that I would scream at the top of my voice.
When Julie's car pulled out that Friday evening, I sat impatiently in the living room, my stomach dancing as the minutes crept by until I heard the door open and steps through the kitchen until Julie stood in front of me, wearing a sundress, glaring at me.
"Bedroom."
We walked upstairs in silence, going into the bedroom before standing in front of each other, my breaths short.
"Why have you been turning me on all week Miss Olsen?" her green eyes sparkled under her auburn hair.
"Because I need to be fucked and you're the only one that knows how I want it." It was part of the game, cold and purely physical; the loving tenderness would come later.
"Turn around." She removed a tie from her purse, pulling my hands behind me and binding my wrists with it. She pulled open my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders bunching around my hands to make my arms more immobile. I was facing the full-length mirrors on the closet doors, able to see her reach back into her bag to remove a phallus. She hiked my skirt around my hips, exposing my bare crotch; pantyless by her request. I groaned as she rubbed the length of the dildo between my wet lips, letting my clit feel the full length of the shaft, pushing against my hole, never inserting it, merely coating it with the production of my arousal.
"This is what you want." She was looking at our reflection over my shoulder, raising the phallus to my mouth; allowing me to taste myself on it, letting my tongue glide up its length. She traced it down my chin and neck, leaving a trail of juice and spit, running down to my cleavage and
Finally Julie planned to go to a movie with a guy she dated in high school, giving Piper and I a window to quench our growing frustration. Soon after Julie let her plans known to us, the text from Piper came asking how I wanted to be fucked; I responded with a single word: Hard. Our tease continued for two days, Piper telling me that I was to be her prisoner for three delicious hours, that I would need to be restrained and gagged to prevent the neighbors hearing my cries, I only encouraged her, promising that I would scream at the top of my voice.
When Julie's car pulled out that Friday evening, I sat impatiently in the living room, my stomach dancing as the minutes crept by until I heard the door open and steps through the kitchen until Julie stood in front of me, wearing a sundress, glaring at me.
"Bedroom."
We walked upstairs in silence, going into the bedroom before standing in front of each other, my breaths short.
"Why have you been turning me on all week Miss Olsen?" her green eyes sparkled under her auburn hair.
"Because I need to be fucked and you're the only one that knows how I want it." It was part of the game, cold and purely physical; the loving tenderness would come later.
"Turn around." She removed a tie from her purse, pulling my hands behind me and binding my wrists with it. She pulled open my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders bunching around my hands to make my arms more immobile. I was facing the full-length mirrors on the closet doors, able to see her reach back into her bag to remove a phallus. She hiked my skirt around my hips, exposing my bare crotch; pantyless by her request. I groaned as she rubbed the length of the dildo between my wet lips, letting my clit feel the full length of the shaft, pushing against my hole, never inserting it, merely coating it with the production of my arousal.
"This is what you want." She was looking at our reflection over my shoulder, raising the phallus to my mouth; allowing me to taste myself on it, letting my tongue glide up its length. She traced it down my chin and neck, leaving a trail of juice and spit, running down to my cleavage and
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