There were two other scenes in progress when they claimed their spot near the center of the large play space.
“Are you ready, pumpkin?” he asked, a wide grin on his face.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded.
“Go ahead and get started, then.” He leaned back against the large padded table and watched her take a step back. She lifted her arms dramatically overhead and bent at the elbows. With delicate fingers, she pulled at the strings of her spaghetti-strapped dress and he watched it slide down her body and fall to the floor.
She was exquisite. He glanced around the room. Most people were still watching the other two scenes, but a few heads had turned to take in the sight of her gorgeous, naked body in the center of the room.
He looked back at her. She took a few steps forward and pressed her body against him. Up on her tiptoes, she leaned in to kiss him while her delicate fingers worked the buckle on his belt.
He groaned as her hand slid down his waist band and wrapped around his cock.
“Naughty girl,” he groaned.
“Shhh,” she responded, and yanked his pants down with his boxers to his ankles.
“Up on the table, please,” she murmured. He lifted himself up and parted his knees to accommodate her. She slid her palms up his thighs and under his shirt. He kept his own palms flat on the table at his sides.
“Too many clothes, i think.” she said. He grinned and raised his eyebrows. She smiled back and with a few forceful tugs, managed to rip open his button down shirt, revealing the white undershirt he wore underneath.
She took a few steps around the table and climbed on behind him. He could almost smell the scent of her wet cunt as she knelt behind him, pulling the sleeves down his arms while she buried her teeth into his right shoulder.
She slipped her hand into the bag on the table and he heard the click of the blade locking into place followed by the sound of his cotton shirt being ripped apart.
“That’s better,” she murmured in his ear as the last stitch of clothing fell away from him.
She reached into the bag again and pulled out a bundle of rope. With her teeth she unraveled it and pulled his wrists behind his back.
By now, some of of the spectators had abandoned the other scenes and were watching them with interest. She moved around his body like a dancer, wrapping, threading and tugging at the rope until he was bound with this knees bent, legs spread wide apart. She took another coil of rope and secured him to the hard point overhead, then gleefully covered his eyes and mouth with sloppy wraps of jute and sat back to marvel at her handiwork.
She looked around the room. All eyes were on her, just the way she liked it. She climbed back up onto the table and pressed her breasts against his back. “How many people do you think are watching us now, Sir?”
His muffled response sent her into peals of laughter.
She looked out into the crowd and her gaze settled on an man who’d been watching her intently for some time.
She called out to him. “Pardon, but….I was hoping you might help me with something?”
Surprised, the man stood and walked over to the table. “What do you need?”
“Well,” she smiled, “I need to get fucked. Hard. And my husband is a little tied up tonight.” She took a step toward the man and slid the back of her hand down the length of his muscular arm.
“Would you mind?” she asked, sweetly.
As the man began to unsheathe his surprisingly large cock, Mrs. Shameless reached back grabbed hold of her husband’s dripping member. “Oh, Sir. I might have to give you back your sight for this one or you’ll never believe me!”
Erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, she lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.