Playroom3

Marcus is a mess - no longer the confident, polished, handsome young man that Janine picked out in the bar at a local hotel. Stripped naked, laid on his back along the spine of the padded saw horse. Arms and legs strapped to the legs of the saw horse, head tipped back over the end - exhausted, no longer able to raise his head. Hair messed up, matted to his scalp with a mixture of cum and vaginal juices. His eyes are closed, his breathing steady no longer laboured, his manhood flaccid utterly used, his balls totally drained of all seed.

We regularly visit a local hotel bar frequented by business men (and women) visiting our area. Marcus was sitting at a table alone nursing a drink, in a corner of the bar. We sit at the bar, order drinks and casually watch the bar area. When it's obvious he is on his own, I wander over to his table and ask if he minds if we join him. I sit down across the table from him, Janine sits down in the chair to his immediate right. We ask what brings him to the area - he's here visiting a local business as a data analyst specialist.

Janine is wearing a lightweight linen jacket under which she is wearing a white bustier which shows off the curves of her breasts and cleavage and as she talks to Marcus she lets the jacket fall open and positions herself to make sure he gets a good view of her assets.

As the evening progresses Janine makes it obvious that she wants Marcus’s cock. She reaches across under the table, strokes his inner thigh and squeezes his balls. Looking me straight in the eye and states “I want this one, can we take him home to play?“. Marcus almost chokes on his drink and looks across the table worriedly at me, his cheeks flushed. I tell him not to worry, explaining we often choose to play with others and I had no interest in him sexually, but was happy to let Janine play provided I was present. After picking his jaw up from the floor Marcus could barely contain his excitement.

We leave the bar shortly afterwards for the short drive back to our home. Janine and Marcus in the back seat - hands all over each other. Janine sits in the centre of the backseat, I catch glimpses of the action in the rear view mirror - rucking her skirt up and allowing him to finger her through her panties.

We arrive at the house, sit down in the lounge with drinks, not surprisingly Marcus is clearly extremely aroused and Janine is teasing him mercilessly sat in a chair across from him crossing and uncrossing her shapely legs and flashing glimpses of her clearly wet knickers.

“What do you intend to do with your new lover?” I ask Janine.

“Lover!” A pause “He is not my lover - he's my fucktoy for the evening - I will use him and drain him.”

I smile knowingly at Janine, “I think we should show Marcus our playroom.” I lead the way down the corridor to the end room, unlocking the door, switching on the lights, Marcus follows gawping at the clean white room and facilities - the sex swing, high ladder back chair prominent in the room, the padded saw horse against the wall.

“How would you like your pleasure this evening?” I ask Janine - making it clear Marcus will have no say in the matter.

“The saw horse please, it's been a while since I've ridden and broken-in a young cock.”

I move the saw horse to the centre of the room, aligning it in front of the wingback chair so I can watch Janine’s face as she fucks Marcus.

Meanwhile Janine has stripped Marcus bare - shirt, trousers, boxers in a heap on the floor. Janine has hold of his hard cock and leads him across to the saw horse and instructs him to lie down, his head overhanging the end of the saw horse. She quickly unzips and shimmies out of her skirt, then sits astride Marcus on his stomach. She leans forward holding Marcus’s wrists and telling him she is going to fuck him dry, but first he needs to be tied and restrained.

On cue I retrieve cuffs from the bottom drawer of the cabinet. With only token resistance he is strapped down to the saw horse, arms and legs secured to each leg of the saw horse.

I sit back in the wingback chair ready to watch Janine enjoy herself - knowing unsuspecting Marcus is about to be used beyond anything he can imagine.

Janine hops off from straddling Marcus and stands astride his head, he is looking up at her as she peels off her panties and drapes them over your face… “Do I smell good, do you want this pussy?”

A vigorous nodding of the head and a very croaky “Yes” from Marcus, before Janine hops astride his stomach again, now dressed only in her bustier. Janine pulls the bustier over her head freeing her tits. She shuffles up Marcus’s body and leans forward her tits in his face. Leaning further forward Marcus’s face between her tits in the valley of her cleavage, she rocks her shoulders slapping his face with her breasts.

She sits back up, hands pressing down on his chest, shuffles backwards, hand reaches behind her to grip Marcus’s engorged prick, then raking her blood red nails across his balls, his prick twitches involuntarily. She raises herself over his prick, rocking backwards and forwards grinding her clit over the head of his cock.

Marcus head tipped back making low moaning sounds. Janine grips the shaft of his cock, raises herself higher, positions the entrance to her pussy over the head of his cock, drops down, taking Marcus’s length in a single stroke, balls deep. She sits for a moment looking me straight in the eyes. Rocks forward, slowly riding Marcus’s cock, her tits and hard nipples brushing over his chest.

Marcus’s eyes are closed, his head back, when he opens his eyes he is looking directly at me, he struggles to raise his head to look at Janine.

Janine pushes herself upright, Marcus’s cock balls deep buried in her pussy. Janine rocks backwards and forwards grinding the shaft of his cock against the front wall of her pussy. She rocks right back, supporting her body with her hands on top of Marcus’s thighs. Marcus moans loudly as she rotates her hips and grinds harder against the head and shaft of his cock.

I'm enjoying the show, watching Janine rise and fall, her pussy spread wide, clit exposed, breasts bouncing. She's moving up a gear now, feet under her astride Marcus’s hips, hands on his chest, rising and crashing down on his hard cock, harder and faster, breathing and working hard.

Marcus repeatedly “Oh Gawd… oh Gawd.” punctuated only by loud moans and gasps for breath, his head lolling back uselessly. “I'm cumming!”

“Don't you dare cum… before I get off” barks Janine “I'm nowhere close yet!”

Marcus’s face is beet red, the veins in his neck are bulging, muscles straining against the cuffs holding him down, his hips twitch repeatedly and sporadically as he releases his load inside Janine.

Any relief is short lived. Janine is sat down hard on his cock furiously beating his chest. “YOU - GREEDY - FUCKING BASTARD… “ Striking his chest with each word. “How dare you cum before I'm ready.”

She’s milking his cock now riding him hard and fast, a sexual athlete at her peak.

No mercy she is intent on squeezing the last drops of cum from his balls - torturing him! Up and down, rocking back and forth savagely riding him, cum dripping from her stretched pussy.

Marcus is past moaning, he is practically screaming and grunting as he tries to draw breath, his chest heaving, muscles still tight as Janine’s onslaught continues. His partially flaccid cock finally falls from Janine - she looks in disgust at his worn, used manhood and drained balls, his lower abdomen and upper thighs covered in cum.

Janine dismounts, stands facing me, astride Marcus’s head. “This is your mess. Now clean me.” She commands Marcus.

Marcus responds with a barely audible moan, practically sobbing as she grabs a handful of hair, pulling his face between her thighs, grinding herself over his face. His face and hair now covered in cum and Janine’s juices. She releases him, his head flops back, his whole body flops like a rag doll.

“I'm finished with this one.” says Janine.

I give Marcus a couple of minutes to recover and release him from the restraints. He scrambles to get dressed, shirt dishevelled where he has missed aligning buttons and button holes! I call him a cab and help him into the back seat.

Poor lad - I doubt Janine will want to see him again!