Hand-cuffs

Sarah walks in, twirling a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs around one finger. It's exactly the sort of thing you'd expect her to own. "Well, well, well, Miranda." She says teasingly, "You've been such a bad girl that we're gonna have to lock you up. Get out the shower and come to my room. I'll chain you down then me and John can give you the punishment you deserve."

You don't even have to look at Mirandas face to tell how she feels about this, you can feel her eagerness from how her pussy squeezed on your dick. "Fuck Sarah, that sounds great!" Miranda replies, but she doesn't move from your cock. "Looks like you'll have to carry her John." Sarah tells you, noticing Mirandas unwillingness to move. "But you're such a big strong man, you can carry her easy right?" You know exactly what she's doing, goading you to do the heavy lifting, but you still comply. With unsteady steps you carry the surprisingly light Miranda out of the shower.

"Wait a sec." Sarah says, stopping you and grabbing a towel. "Can't have you two getting into my bed dripping wet. There's gonna be enough fluids in there later without the shower adding to it." She dries Miranda first, rubbing the blue towel up Mirandas thighs, paying special attention to her ass before wrapping it around Mirandas torso form behind. As she dries Mirandas chest she blatantly gropes Mirandas big tits through the thick fabric of the towel, even pinching her nipples through it. Miranda giggles in response and her pussy lets loose another gush of fluid.

Once she's satisfied with her work on Miranda she moves to you. She starts with your chest, reaching one hand under your arm. She coos with admiration as she sponges the moisture from your torso. "Wow John!" She says, "I guess I was right when I said you were strong! You should have been topless more often, we would have had a lot more fun." As she finishes the sentence she kisses your bicep playfully and withdraws the towel from your mostly dry chest, before dropping quickly to her knees. Starting from the bottom she quickly dries your legs one at a time. She goes up your thigh just high enough that the soft cotton towel grazes your ball sack before dropping down and drying your other leg.

She moves the towel away for a moment and you think she might be done, until you feel the fleecy fabric of the towel on your balls as Sarahs hands delicately toy with them. She hums appreciatively as she rolls them back and forth in her hands. "You already came a little while ago? Your balls are so heavy, so much cum. I wish I'd know earlier that you were ripped and a stud. We missed so many chances to fuck." Her hands move from your balls, sliding the towel along the underside of your shaft. As she draws close to where you enter Miranda she giggles. "Don't know why I'm bothering" She says laughing. "Looks like Mirandas left a tap running down stairs if you know what I mean." She wipes some of Mirandas wetness from your shaft, her hand wrapping round your shaft like a gentle handjob.

With that done she stands up and tosses the towel on the rack before walking to the door and beckoning you with one finger. You follow her slowly, looking at her big bouncy ass even while you're inside another girl, careful to not overbalance while carrying Miranda. The cold air of the hall is a shock to your naked body and Miranda shudders similarly, but it doesn't last long before you turn the corner to Sarahs room and feel a warmth flowing through the open door. As you carry Miranda across the threshold you look around Sarahs room for the first time.

To your surprise it seems almost entirely normal, considering Sarahs reputation and how she'd been tonight you'd half expected a sex dungeon. Instead it seemed totally average. A queen size bed against one wall, with crimson sheets and a black metal bedframe, a wardrobe, a set of drawers and a mirror against another wall and at the foot of the bed a wooden ottoman with a threadbare teddy bear sat atop. The teddy bear was the most surprising aspect, you didn't think Sarah was soft like that, but it was so ragged and worn looking that you figured it must just be a sentimental reminder she couldn't bear to part with.

Sarah agilely rolls across her bed to the far side and runs one hand down the middle. "Put her right here John." She says, eyeing the middle of her bed. You oblige, walking Miranda over to the bed and temporarily pulling her off your dick, to her mewling disappointment, to put her down with her head resting between the pillows. She reaches for your dick to pull you back into her but Sarah quickly grabs her wrists. "Don't worry Miranda." Sarah says as she pulls her hands over her head to the headboard. "Soon you'll get exactly what you deserve." To you that sounds like a threat but Miranda doesn't seem to think about it and she happily acquiesces, allowing Sarah to cuff her to the bed.

You run a hand teasingly up Mirandas thigh as you stare down at her nude wriggling form, admiring her beautiful face, twisted slightly by **** lust and her lithe naked body, laid out for you. While you stare Sarah continues her work, producing two more sets of binds which she skillfully applies to Mirandas ankles, tying them to the bedposts, trapping her completely. You lean down and playfully suck Mirandas neck, making her moan. You begin to line your cock up with Mirandas slit again, eager to be back in her hot wetness but suddenly Sarah stops you.

"Actually, John." She says, grabbing your cock. "I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with you."