Bradley and Sterling take Joy for a joyride!

I explode in pleasure within minutes of Bradley focusing his attention on eating me out. He’s as gentle and loving as he’s always been, but he also doesn’t waste time and seems to actually be trying to get me off as quickly and as often as possible. And where the theme last time with Sterling and Bradley was getting fucked in as many different positions with two men as possible, this one seems to be all about bondage. Or rather, tying me up and preventing me from actively participating with their pleasurable activities.

After lying on the bed for two orgasms, my mouth full of Sterling and my pussy pampered by Bradley, the two men stand me up on the floor. While Bradley keeps my motor running by playing with my nipples and kissing me, Sterling finds several skeins of soft yet strong nylon like rope and ties me up with it. By the time Bradley steps back I see that I have a full harness tied around my torso. My arms have been included in the binding, held behind my back, while my legs are free even of the cuffs. When the rope tugs me upward, lifting me off the floor I get it and close my eyes. I don’t have any other choice at this time other than going along with what Sterling and Bradley have planned for me.

In this instance, they raise me a foot or so off the floor, spread my legs, and then slide inside of me. Sterling, in front of me, fills my dripping pussy while wrapping my legs around his waist. At the same time Bradley pulls my learning aid free and slips into my gaping ass. And then, through use of the rope and what I assume is a pulley connected to the ceiling, they raise and lower me on their cocks together. It must be Sterling doing the lifting and lowering as Bradley’s hands explore my body freely, making sure I never know exactly where the pleasure is going to come from. Beyond being stuffed full of my house robot and neighbor, I have my nipples played with. I have my breasts bounced and cupped and petted. I have my face gently caressed. I have my neck kissed and I have my ass slapped repeatedly.

With the ring gag still in my mouth I can’t beg for this to stop. But even if I were free to speak, I know deep down that I wouldn’t be asking for a reprieve. The pleasure is just too grand. I know my guys are going to send me over the moon many times tonight and the previous times orgasming as a woman have left me addicted to it. Desiring it. Needing it. I even revel in this new bondage experience as they’re right… it lets me let go along and just let their pleasure wash over me. I could thank them, but speech has been taken away from me. I could reach out and touch them, but physical movement has been taken away. All I can do is receive their cocks and tongues and hands however they want to deliver them.

I cum three times with them filling me front and rear while suspended from the ceiling. After almost passing out, they adjust the harness so that I’m hanging upside down. They spin me around so that Bradley pushes into my mouth and starts licking at my pussy again while Sterling licks at my ass. I orgasm another two times as the blood rushes to my head. Another adjustment puts me hovering over the bed, legs crouched on the crisp cool sheets, hands bound and held high above my head. Bradley crawls under me, sliding home and letting me nestle onto his hardness while Sterling comes at me from the rear and again makes sure I’m stuffed with both of their manhoods. I scream in ecstasy three times as I’m **** to ride Bradley while looking down and watching his loving face.

On and on it goes. I experience at least seven different positions with Bradley and Sterling taking turns filling up my pussy, ass, and mouth. They use their cocks, they use their hands, they use their lips and tongues. They fuck me and kiss me and suck on me. No part of my body is left unmolested, and I lose count of my orgasms long before the night is done.

By the time my bindings are removed I’m as limp as an overcooked noodle. Bradley slips under the covers and Sterling deposits me next to him. When Bradley turns to sleep on his back, I don’t resist him at all as he pulls my head to lay on his chest. I can hear his big strong heart beat steadily, telling me in each pounding that I’m safe, loved, and cared for.

Sleep doesn’t just come quickly; it runs me over like a freight train without mercy.

At some point in the night I wake up, still lying with my cheek on Bradley’s hairy chest. I stretch my well used body and let out a comfortable groan. Before I can even contemplate getting up, I feel Bradley’s lips on the top of my head and hear him say “Lay still Joy. I’ll take care of this.”

After gently sliding out of the bed and lowering my face to the sheet Bradley pads quietly to the bathroom leaving me alone with the charging Sterling. When he returns, I smile, realizing he anticipated my desire before I even had the chance to figure it out myself. I let him cradle my head as he brings the cup of fresh cold water to my lips and lets me drink fully. When I’m finished hydrating, he dabs at my lips with a napkin, sets the cup aside, lies down on his back, and pulls me again to his chest, letting his heart sing its lullaby to me again.

When I wake up, I’m sprawled out in the bed alone. I see that Sterling isn’t on his charging stand and can hear the shower running. As I approach the bathroom, I hear Bradley singing something to himself under the steaming water and can’t help but smile. I want to be angry. If not at Bradley and Sterling directly, then at least at the situation. It’s just hard to be angry at someone who so genuinely and earnestly devotes so much of their energy to my pleasure. Just hearing his baritone, out of tune, voice mumbling its way through a song sends chills of remembered pleasure down my spine as it doesn’t sound all that different than his mumbled groans of pleasure and effort as he methodically pumped in and out of me last night.

Stepping into the bathroom, knowing that modesty is something I don’t need to worry about at this point, I quickly use the toilet and start cleaning up in the sink. I hear the shower curtain open but still let out a quiet “eeep!” when Bradley steps out, wraps his strong arms around me, and pulls me into the shower with him.

After putting me under the water and leaning down to kiss me Bradley proceeds to delicately apply soap and start washing me. I let out a groan of appreciation as he not only cleans my skin but cleans away the cramps and tense muscles from a night of being tied up again and again. After he’s cleaned and rinsed my hair, letting my face nestle into his chest and smell his clean manly scent, he holds my wrists to my sides and goes down to one knee in front of me. I smile, wondering if this is what it would look if a man were to propose to me, but my mouth opens up in a surprised O as he nestles his face in between my legs and starts lazily licking me again.

When I try to vocalize something…. anything… to make him stop I simply feel him continue licking as he grips my wrists a little tighter. His answer is as simple as it’s obvious; he’s going to do this so I may as well relax and enjoy the ride he’s taking me on. Like a master pianist playing out a Beethoven sonata, Bradley takes me to the heights of pleasure before slowing down and denying me an orgasm. He’s proven he can quickly and effectively bring me to heaven, so it’s clear that he’s just taking me on a morning ride and that ride lasts a good twenty minutes. By the time he finishes with a flourish of little licks across my aching clit, I’m screaming out his name loud enough that I’m sure they heard it at the library.

Standing up he steadies me on my wobbly legs and kisses me deeply, letting me taste the evidence of my own pleasure on his lips and tongue. As he breaks from the kiss I don’t need to see the look in his eyes or feel the pressure in his hand. I willingly follow suit and kneel before my neighbor, my man. With my body not taking the shower’s stream it now hits Bradley’s chest and cascades down his body, making his hard proud cock look like it was sculpted from a raging river. I put aside any quiet concern I have of taking on this female persona and just follow suit, thanking Bradley for an amazing night and a wonderful morning with an equally lazy blowjob. And while my oral skills aren’t quite up to his, I still apply what I know and take him for a ride. I lick and kiss and suck and let him almost peak before I slow and focus my lips and tongue on his hanging balls and hairy thighs. Only when he’s cooled down do I return and take him on another trip around the block.

When I feel him gather up my hair into a rough combination ponytail and handle, asking in a shaky voice “Does my little brat want me to finish for her?” another realization hits me. Nodding, feeling him start to guide me up and down his length and use my mouth as his own toy, I realize that he’s right. He’s always right. By their standards, I am a brat. Not as I thought, because I don’t want this pleasure, but because the pleasure simply feels better when they take control. When they see my hesitation and take the decision out of my hands.

Bradley gives me a treat of variety when he finally shudders, cries out, and cums. Instead of cumming in my mouth, he pulls back and shoots his load onto my neck and the top of my breasts. I blush deeply, realizing in my own time’s parlance that I’ve just been given a pearl necklace.

While I’m still not a fan, it’s not unexpected when he scoops up his sticky load and feeds it to me. Can’t have that going to waste after all. Afterward, both of us sated for the moment, he cleans me again before turning the water off and dabbing me dry with one of the big fluffy towels.

After he slips his boxers and pants on, Bradley leaves the bedroom and I move on to getting myself ready for the day. Knowing how this routine works I don’t bother making Eileen **** me to put the learning aid in, instead simply taking the recently cleaned toy, lubing it up, and sliding it home. Moving into the closet I feel Eileen, through the buzzes in the learning aide, guiding me to another housewife special, but I remind her mentally that I’m going to work today. I’m a little surprised that she takes my information in stride and lets me choose out another ‘professional’ outfit.

On the surface the houndstooth skirt and long-sleeved black sweater would be appropriate professional wear. Of course, the skirt is inches too short, hugs me like a second skin and makes me thankful for the purple thong to avoid panty lines. The sweater is thin enough that you can see a sexy hint of the shelf pushup purple bra and is stretched generously around my curves. With the white stay-up thigh highs and four inches of bare thigh between them and the bottom of my skirt, I look like a high schooler’s sexual fantasy of a librarian.

After putting on my ‘too sexy for work’ makeup and putting my hair up in a high ponytail I make my way down and see Bradley sitting at the kitchen table and drinking a cup of coffee. Without waiting to be told by my man or pushed by Eileen I make my way to the fridge and start pulling out ingredients for a full breakfast. Just as with Sterling, I combine making breakfast and serving Bradley into a smooth event letting him eat and enjoy himself while simultaneously keeping myself busy with prep-work, cooking, and cleaning. When he’s finished and I’ve slipped in an egg for myself, I clear my throat and pick up my purse, asking innocently “So, I’m heading in to work. Can you call a ride for me?”

Bradley chuckles and stands up. But instead of pushing his chair under the table he turns it so that it’s facing me. Unbuckling his pants he pulls them and his underwear down and returns to sitting, spreading his legs wide. “It’s my day off Joy, so I’ll be around the house. I sent Sterling out for some busy work after he told me about your routines. I do honestly love that you’re working, but we need to keep up your schedule and not let you fall into a bad independent woman’s role. Give me some oral pleasure, we’ll do your intimate lesson, and then I’ll get you to work, okay darling?”

I try not to let my shoulders sag or sigh in defeat. A part of me nags that he’s doing this from a place of kindness and believes it’s for my own good. Forcing a smile on my face, I kneel between Bradley’s legs and start working on his manhood. Between my dainty hands, plump lips, and talented tongue, I have Bradley gripping my ponytail and pulling me in close for his orgasm in just a few minutes. I save myself the time of being fed his cum this time by swallowing it all down and not letting a drip spill from my lips.

When he’s recovered, Bradley stands up and slips free of his pants and underwear. Leading me to the living room naked he sets the lights so that the mirror is the focus of the room, lays out the blanket for my knees, and makes sure my learning dildo is attached to the mirror at a comfortable height. Before having me take my position though he adds something new. Several inches below the dildo he suction-cups a new device to the mirror. It has a long ruler-like stick pointing up and ending just below the head of the dildo. He then attaches another suction cup just below the dildo’s scrotum and fastens a short industrial looking spring to it. Not wanting to waste time while he works, I have my skirt, sweater, and bra off by the time he’s done and am standing in my heels, thigh highs, and thong. Tilting my head a bit to the side I smile, only a little worried, and ask “What’s all this?”