bound, humiliated and sodomized by mommies teasing friends (Part 1)

“Brenda, are you sure about this?” Mark’s voice trembled slightly as he glanced around the dimly lit room. The air was thick with anticipation, and the soft hum of conversation among Brenda’s friends filled the space.
Brenda smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, honey, I’ve never been surer.” She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Tonight, you’re going to experience something incredible. Just relax and enjoy.”
Mark swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The discipline bench stood prominently in the center of the room, its leather straps dangling invitingly. He felt a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.
“Okay, everyone,” Brenda announced, clapping her hands together. “Let’s get started.”
Her friends, a group of confident and seductive women, gathered around. Each one wore an expression that ranged from playful curiosity to outright lust. They had all heard about Brenda’s plan and were eager to participate.
“First things first,” Brenda continued, her tone business-like. “We need to secure Mark to the bench.”
Two women stepped forward, their movements graceful as they approached Mark. One of them, a tall brunette named Lisa, smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay, Mark. We’re just going to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Mark nodded, trying to steady his breathing as they led him to the bench. He lay down on his stomach, the cool leather soothing against his skin. The women efficiently strapped his wrists and ankles, ensuring he was securely tied but not uncomfortably tight. Brenda came up behind him, sliding her hands up the back of his thighs till she was cupping his ass cheeks, spreading them apart till he felt air brush against his ass.
Brenda slid one lubed-up finger into Mark’s tight, puckered hole with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as she worked her finger deeper inside him, stretching him open with gentle but firm pressure.
“How does that feel, baby?” Brenda cooed, her voice low and soothing. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his thigh, her lips lingering there momentarily before trailing up to his hip.
Mark groaned, his hands gripping the chains tightly. “F-feels good,” he managed to say between breaths. “Keep going.”
Brenda smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She pushed her middle finger in deeper, feeling the resistance give way as he adjusted to her intrusion. Her other hand moved to his cock, stroking him slowly, teasing the head with her thumb.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with affection. “Just relax for me, okay? Let me take care of you.”
Mark nodded, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensations. Brenda’s fingers were relentless, moving in and out of him with a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. She could feel him clenching around her fingers, the muscles in his ass tightening with each stroke.
“Almost there,” she whispered, adding a third finger, stretching him wider. Mark gasped, his body arching off the bench as she breached him further. “That’s it, just like that.”
She could see the sweat building across his back and neckline, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep control. Brenda leaned forward, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, their breaths mingling as she continued to work him open with her fingers.
“Mmm, I love you,” she breathed against his mouth, her fingers never stopping their relentless pace. “You’re so perfect for me.”
Mark moaned into her kiss, his hips bucking slightly as she hit a particularly sensitive spot inside him. Brenda pulled back, her eyes locking onto his, searching for any sign of discomfort. Seeing none, she increased her pace, her fingers moving in and out of him with a quick, almost frantic rhythm.
“Oh God, Brenda,” Mark panted, his voice strained. “I’m… I’m close.”
Brenda smiled wickedly, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Not yet, baby. You need to save that for later.”
With that, she withdrew her fingers, leaving Mark gasping for breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. She reached over to the nightstand, picked up a bottle of lube, and poured some onto her hand. She coated her fingers again, then reached back down to resume her task, focusing on preparing him even more thoroughly. Click here to read the next part!

Brenda

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