Cocoon Paige, Fuck Sandra

"When you recover enough to stand, let go of the web" Sandra ordered. Then eyeing me she said "we really need to get you out of those clothes."

We embraced and started kissing. Sandra tugged at my shirt, and I unhooked her bra. Within seconds we were pressing our naked chests together in another passionate kiss.

Too quickly for my liking Sandra broke our kiss, explaining "now, now, we can't get to distracted. We still have a **** to take care of." Then looking at Paige she commanded "Kneel!" Paige quickly obeyed of course. Only in her panties, my girlfriend walked over to the kneeling girl. Sandra positioned herself so her crotch was inches from Paige's face. "Take off my panties ****!"

"Yes majesty" Paige couldn't see but could certainly smell Sandra's pussy from where she was. She reached out, and finding the panties pulled them down to her mistress's feet. I saw her tongue sneak out her mouth, she wanted to lick that pussy. Sandra also saw Paige's desires and informed her "You will have the pleasure of licking my pussy." When Paige leaned forward Sandra stepped back and added "just not now."

Sandra turned away but kept talking in her stern voice. "Take that dress off and stand up." Paige obeyed and I didn't know which naked body to stare at: the curvy redhead, or the slim tall brunette.

"Paige be a good slut and keep your master happy" Sandra said as she positioned Paige in front of me. Paige gingerly reached forward touching my chest. I explored hers her average breasts looked small against her long slender chest. Her hands roamed my chest, and worked their way down to my waist. She pushed my pants and boxers down my thighs before tenderly exploring my erect genitals.

I grabbed Paige's chin and guide her bowed head into a kiss, our first kiss. I hadn't realised how much I wanted it until we started. I have never eaten daisies before, but I would imagine they would taste like Paige. As my tongue sneaked into her mouth her taste took on the hint of pomegranate. Maybe it was just my feelings forcing themselves onto my senses, but it was wonderful. As our passion cooled we gently parted, and Paige whispered "thank you master."

While we were distracted Sandra had built a rope harness around Paige. It was made from crimson rope and looked like climbing harness with wide rope bands around her thighs and waist. But there were elements of bondage: a crotch rope and diamond patterns accentuating her beauty. As I examined Sandra's handy work, she tied Paige's hands behind her back.

My pants had fallen to my knees and were in danger of tripping me. Rather than pull them up I decided I should probably join Sandra and Paige in nudity or risk being left out.

While I undressed, Sandra led her captive onto a small step stool under two thick ropes anchored to the ceiling. Standing on her tiptoes, Sandra was just barely able tie a blood knot connect two ends sticking out of Paige's shoulders with the hanging ropes.

"Lift your feet" Sandra ordered. Paige bent her legs backward letting her weight rest on her rope harness. "Good" Sandra said as she circled her prey, then asked "anything hurting? or pinched?"

"No your majesty" Paige answered excited "just the right amount of pressure, especially on my pussy."

"I'm glad" commented Sandra removing the stool. She then turned to me, and in her devilish voice said "I want to save this dish for latter. Would you help me cocoon her?" She grabbed a roll of clear packing wrap from under the table. We got to work, wrapping her from neck to toe. As we wrapped her torso, I took the opprotunity to pinch and wiggle Paige's nipples, elisiting a cry of pleasure, before they we're covered by the clear plastic.

Paige hung in her skin-tight prison. Her exquisite long legs not quite able to reach the floor. Sandra's rope art completely visible through the plastic added to her beauty. Red rope framed her picturesque breasts and belly button. Paige's erect nipples stretched the plastic wrap. She struggled against her bondage, either pretending to want freedom or twisting around to feel just how little she could move. Or maybe she liked feeling the rope between her pussy lips that pulsed with every effort.

I turned my attention to the other unbelievably sexy naked woman in the room. Sandra was busying herself with the remaining sex tools. She turned to be and approached with her head bowed, but her eyes told me she was still acting out her desires. Keeping eye contact, she silently knelt at my feet and sorrowed my erection with her mouth. Using her mouth she applied a hidden condom. Her lips rolled the condom down my shaft, as she took me deeper than she had ever before, managing three quarters of my length into her. I felt the beginnings of her gag reflex and her eyes started to water before she pulled back and finishing with her hands.

Standing up Sandra said "Please fuck me over the table..." She knew she was going to get fucked, she just wanted it to be over the table. "I want to watch her squirm" she continued. Wanting to further excite, us Paige doubled her writhing.

It worked. I firmly bent Sandra over the table, lined up my penis and slid into her slippery vagina. I gripped Sandra's shoulder and started a relatively gentle pounding. But watching my girlfriend dominate my **** aroused me quite a lot and within thirty seconds I was slamming into Sandra as hard as I could. She didn't mind; she alternated between begging for more and telling me how dirty she was. My other had grabbed a handful of her fiery hair, tugging her head back with every thrust.

I looked up form Sandra's hourglass shaped back to watch Paige. She was moaning to herself as she twisted and humped the crotch rope. I was mesmerised by her restrained dance.

Sandra drew my attention again as her moans became more pitched. I felt her pussy grab my dick particularly tightly, and announced "oh fuck, I'm cumming." I felt my own climax building in my balls. Pleasurable waves travelled the length of my shaft with every pump of semen and sent pulses through the rest of my body.

After enjoy a few more thrusts I pulled out. Sandra turned to me, gave me a tired smile, and said "well, that's all I planned, but..."