Cuffs

While she's not sure exactly what the belt apparatus is, it looks distressingly phallic; Marian can't think of anything that could be used for that she would be willing to accept. They let her out of the handcuffs last time with nothing more than some embarrassment, though; she can survive more of that...

"I'll take the cuffs, I guess..." The man smirks, and drops the belt-thing. "Starting to like the helplessness, aren't you? Arms up!" Marian raises her arms above her head, shrugging her shoulders a bit to adjust to adjust bra straps that had started to slide down. He closes a cuff around one wrist, then there is a brief ring of metal on metal before she feels the steel clamp around the other. "Relax," he says, then takes a step back. Marian sags, but her arms hang by the wrists. "N-now what?" She asks, lifting her head just in time to see him step out of his shorts. His dick is pointed right at her nose, and she shrinks back against the shelves. "W-what are you doing? Katie, d-don't let him **** me!" The shelf rattles as she tries to pull her cuffed wrists free, succeeding only in sitting up a bit straighter.

The man chuckles as Katie silently shakes her head. "Don't worry, your precious holes are safe -- for now. But I've still got needs, and you've got those incredible tits..."

Marian frowns. "I don't see what one has to do with the oth-" She's cut off as he grabs her waist and pulls it forward; she can feel the carpet burn her knees through her stockings. The cuffs pulling her arms back, she finds herself reclining awkwardly against the shelves. The man leans over her, positioning himself in her cleavage, over the bra. Steadying himself with arms straddling her, he whispers in her ear, "It would be stupid to scream, but feel free to moan with pleasure..."

He begins to thrust up and down, his throbbing member wedged tightly between her pert breasts. All she can see is the thin brown hair on his chest, moving up and down in rhythm with the rubbing on her own. She feels his breath on the top of her head, hears him groan as his movements get rougher, faster. "Yeah... yeah.. Ohh, FUCK yeah!" One hand moves onto her shoulder, steadying her as he pushes hard enough that his tip hits her chin. "You... ready... slut?" "What? No!" "Too... bad... Unffff!" With a grunt, he gushes over her. She feels the stream on her forehead, her nose, her lips - which she is now clamping tight - her chin, her throat. He stands, panting and dripping, watching her squirm back into a stable position. Flecks of cum spot her glasses. Hot, sticky trails run down her face.

"Don't clean that off!" He warns, as she tries to rub her mouth against her shoulder. "Katie..." He snaps his fingers at the redhead, who frowns and lets go of her own breasts that she's apparently been fondling through her t-shirt. "She needs a reminder of how much she enjoyed this. Give us a smile, sweetie, if you want those holes to stay safe..." Marian forces her mouth into a semblance of a smile, feeling his jizz stretching along her lips. Katie snaps a few close-ups of her face, and of the cum dripping down into her bra.

The man leaves her hanging by the wrists, **** back sobs, as he dresses in boxers, jeans, and button-down shirt. Katie finds a towelette, somewhere, and cleans off Marian's face and neck, but no lower. The man returns with a small key. "I'm going to let you down, now, and we can all go home." He pauses. "Say, you're not going to tell anyone about the fun we've had tonight, are you?"