Bluffin' With Her Muffin

Charles Randolph and Louis Harrington squatted down and began untying the bound porn star, one man on each side. She was still gasping for air as they loosened the bonds on her wrists and around her legs. Charles did the honors of freeing her breasts, and Angel winced and sucked in her breath with each boob. Her swollen tits were so sensitive that the slightest touch caused her discomfort.

Together, each man grabbing one of her upper arms, they helped her to her feet. She was wobbly and they did not let her go until she muttered, "I am o.k." Looking down at her naked body, she chuckled. "Wow. You boys really did a number on me."

Her voice was raspy, like someone who had a bad cough or was a long-time heavy smoker. She cringed when she touched the top of one breast, examining the deep ridges left by the cord bindings.

"Come on, I will help you to the bathroom," Charles told Angel, slipping an arm around her back, his hand on her rib cage. She assured him that she could walk, but as they padded barefooted down the hallway, her knees nearly buckled. Angel had been in this bathroom before and was in love with the place, with its marble walls and floors. It was probably as big as the kitchen of her apartment. "You sure you are going to be alright?" he asked the glistening naked woman as she stepped into the shower.

She grinned weakly at him, "Wanna stay in watch?"

"It is tempting," he answered truthfully, "But another time."

As the door closed, Angel turned on the shower. The hot water splashing onto her body was welcome relief. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, sighing deeply as the soothing spray eased the aching in her muscles. Charles (or probably his housekeeper) kept a supply of various shampoos and she selected on, lathering up her blonde hair and turning around to let the water beat down on the cramped muscles at the base of her neck and across her shoulders.

After she had rinsed her hair, she used some body wash to cleanse herself of all the spit those two dicks had caused her to drool out. She could not believe how much cock she had had shoved into her mouth and down her throat tonight. Her breasts were still sensitive to the touch, although the color of them was fading back to normal, and the indentations, though obvious, were less deep than before.

When she ran the soapy wash cloth between her thighs, she sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. Despite all of the discomfort she had experienced - or maybe because of it - she was really turned on. More than she had realized. The blonde porn star spread her legs, thoroughly rubbing the cloth across her pussy. Dropping the cloth, she turned to face the shower, reaching up to direct the spray lower. She gasped and shuddered when the hot jets of water struck her pubic region. Putting her hand between her thighs, she began rubbing her finger tips over her clitoris. With a loud moan, she had to reach out with her other hand, pressing it against the wall for support to keep from collapsing.

Her face contorted as she 'rubbed one out'. Her breathing was rapid and shallow; her knees bent and her eyes clenched close. "Aw fuuuuck," she groaned, the first waves of orgasm washing over her. "Fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!"

She furiously brushed across her clit, amazed at both the intensity of her orgasm and how quickly it had sneaked up on her.

***** ***** *****

The two men were dressed and sitting in the living room smoking cigars and sipping brandy when Angel joined them. She, too, was back in her clothes, except for her stocking and garter belt, which he held in one hand. The hand carrying her clutch purse. "Well, you look none the worse for wear," Charles said, uncrossing his legs and rising from the couch. She replied in a gravelly voice that she still felt a little weak. "But the shower really helped pick me up."

"We know," Louis grinned at her from an over-stuffed armchair.

Making his way over to the bar, Charles whispered to Angel as he walked by, "Only the 'playroom' is sound proofed. Not the bathroom." He poured a double, or maybe it was a triple, shot of brandy into a snifter which he offered to her.

She gave him a grateful smile as she took the glass, not in the least bit embarrassed by the fact that the two men had heard her climaxing in the shower. Hell, she had spent over an hour tied up and naked while they shoved their dicks down her throat. Lifting the glass to her lips, Angel took several deep swallows. Charles noticed that her hand was shaking. Stepping up closer to her and half turning, so that his back blocked Louis's view, he reached into his jacket and slid out an unsealed white business sized envelope, which he passed to her. "And you probably want this."

Glancing inside, her eyes shot open and she looked up at the man. "This is most generous," she whispered.

"You earned every cent of it," he replied, kissing her chastely on the cheek.

She chuckled. "Tell me about it." When she started for the door, Charles asked if she wanted him to call her a taxi and she declined, saying that the doorman downstairs could help her.

"Ta-ta for now, Louie," Angel waggling her fingers in a good bye wave.

Louis hoisted his glass in her direction as a parting salute.

"Just another day in paradise," she muttered to herself as she sashayed towards the elevator.