The Castaway ( F+/M )

[LunaDog]

This, my latest story is based just before the advent of mobile 'phones and the internet, meaning that the ordinary man could simply dis-appear, and that communications were basic, say in the 1970s or 80s.

THE CASTAWAY

The storm showed absolutely no sign of abatement, as it caused our tiny vessel to drift well and truly off our chosen course. As the waves continued to grow, the wind driving them only increased in intensity, and our small fishing boat became more and more thrown about. To the point when one particular wave took hold of my own body, sweeping me of the craft’s deck, into the swirling sea itself. From then I was completely in the lap of the Gods, and they proved to be in a good mood that day, outside of my own knowledge as unconsciousness claimed me very shortly afterwards, but not until I had lifted myself onto a bit of passing flotsam, coming no doubt of the very vessel that I had been part of the crew until recently.

By the time I came to, the skies had somewhat calmed, and that previous evasive condition whereby the wind had yet to abate, had come to a welcome end. But I had only recovered to a degree, whereon I could, and therefore, did crawl further ashore, to out of the reach of the waves, now gently sweeping onto the sandy beach. Before I passed into a state where I was completely unaware of my surroundings, or everything else for that matter, I had determined that there was no sign of my former shipmates, or the vessel that had been the source of our livelihood.

I had no idea of how much time had passed when my left eye flickered open, shortly followed by my other, right, one. But it became apparent that my circumstances had certainly changed, and not necessarily for the better. I was no longer situated on that beach; I was now lying on a very luxurious bed. Fitted with a bedsheet made of, no less than pure satin. However, when I tried to rise, I found that I was totally unable to, I had been very effectively tied to the four solid and secure bed posts. I was also stripped utterly naked, apart from some sort of underpants which were definitely not my own, appearing to be female in nature.

Which triggered some vastly differing emotions within my mind. Firstly, as you can imagine, there was a fair amount of pure relief that I was still alive, present. As my memory recalled, as I passed from being aware of matters, I was clinging to a bit of wood in a raging sea. Now I was relatively safe, rescued from the ocean’s wrath and now lying on a very comfortable bed. But then I wasn’t just lying upon it, I was placed in a position of having no choice in my situation, being absolutely securely tied to it. As I say, when I tried to leave I couldn’t. although my bonds were totally safe, they also were unescapable, whoever had done this to me, knew their business. I was now a helpless prisoner, and at this stage I knew not of whom.

All of this triggered a fierce debate within my own head. Should I cry out or not? At first the answer appearance to be a firm ‘NO,’ as I desperately searched for an escape from my bonds, but after a few minutes when it became clear that it was utterly impossible, and believe me I tried, that switched to a likely ‘YES.’ I mean, I was the captive of somebody, might it, in fact, be better to identity that person or persons. It would be necessary to gain the knowledge of just why they had done so, and what was required of me in order to obtain any possible release.

So, and I was thankful that I hadn’t been gagged, I cried out, “hello. Anybody there?” And it appeared that after a short period of time that my efforts were not in vain, for a heard a key turn in the door to the room. Blimey, my captor, or captors, hadn’t been just content with binding me firmly to this bed, they had locked me within this room as well!

The door opened and in walked a very attractive woman, dressed purely in satin. She wore a beautiful blue nightdress that hugged her slim figure, exquisitely, over which was a matching dressing gown. She really did appear to be utterly divine.

She walked up to the bed, with a myriad of questions floating around my head, but it her who spoke first. “Good to see that you appear to be in decent physical shape after, what was clearly an ordeal for you. But you could start by explaining just why you ended up on our beach?”

WHAT? Did she think I’d CHOSEN to end up here? I still didn’t know exactly where I was, after all. But I was held in her hands, not her in mine, I was firmly tied to what was, presumably, her bed. So, it wasn’t the time to be obstreperous. “Ma’am, I ended up here purely by accident, as you say I’m lucky to be relatively unharmed, in fact I’m lucky to be alive. The ship I was travelling in got caught up within a violent storm, and I ended up being carried overboard by a wave. I passed out almost immediately, and landed where I did by chance, not any design on my part. I don’t even know where I am.”

The mystery woman sat herself down upon the edge of the bed. “Yes, I’m more than willing to accept just what you say. You did appear to be somewhat dis-orientated when we found you and bought you back here. And that storm you mentioned was very much real. You have the look of total honesty about you, and what you claim has the distinct ‘ring of truth’ about it. I don’t believe that you’re lying, trying to deceive me or pull the wool over my eyes.”

Well, that’s a relief, I thought to myself. Perhaps she’d give real consideration to releasing me from this bed. As she did it appeared! She untied the bond holding one of my arms, but from the bedpost itself, leaving my wrist very much looped. And after moving my arm around she then simply re-tied it back to the bed! Starting to repeat the same process with my other arm, as she now explained. “Just trying to ensure that cramp doesn’t set in, Darling, you are still very much ours.” So, there was more than one of them, then. “Now I need to check out your story, like I say I DO believe you here, but I need to be sure. What happened to the ship you were a member of the crew of, for example? In the meantime, you are staying here.” She held up a glass of water. “Do you need something to drink!”

She lifted the glass to my lips, and I needily drunk the contents. “Thank you,” I decided I needed to be polite, I was still tied to the bed, still in captivity to her, and her yet unseen companions.

“Well, ciao then Darling, I’m just off to check out your story. Like I say not because I doubt what you say, but more to try and find an answer to those, as yet, unanswered questions. I’ll be back later, and I understand that you need to meet my companions.” Just like that, she was gone, locking the door once she’d passed through it. As if THAT was necessary!

Leaving me even more confused than ever. She’d said that, essentially, she believed me, so why was I still being held as a captive? What did she, and these mystery ‘companions,’ have in mind for me? Talking of them, how many were there, and of what gender were they? More questions than answers, I’m sure you’d agree. In the meantime, I was still tied to this bloody bed, more out of sheer frustration than anything I guess, I one more tried to escape from my bonds. Only to discover it was as impossible as before, but I suppose that she may have made some mistake when re-applying them. It seemed that she hadn’t though.

I was left there for a couple of hours, but to the captive and confused me it seemed like a couple of years, before I heard the key turn in the door lock. Said door opened and in she stepped again, fully dressed in a beautiful leather suit, together with two companions this time, both similarly adorned attractive women. So, these were her companions or were there yet more of them? She soon answered that question in the negative sense.

“Greetings once more Darling, these are my companions, Laura and Fiona, they live alone here with me. Oh, I am sorry, I haven’t yet told you my name, it’s Anna. But I digress. Your story checks out completely, but I’m afraid that there is some rather bad news for you. Upon a notorious set of rocks there is now the wreckage of a small fishing vessel, presumably the one that you were a member of the crew of. And everybody aboard seems to have perished. Tell me, how many big was the crew?”

Still realising that I was still their prisoner, although it did appear to answer some of my questions, but in a negative manner, I continued to co-operate. “There were six of us in total, Anna.”

“Firstly, that’s Mistress Anna to you. But it does appear that your former shipmates are all accounted for, the relevant authorities have recovered five bodies from the wreck, actually they were four only at the site itself, but another was found washed ashore close by. That might prove useful to us, but I assume that as far as said authorities are concerned that was the entire crew, nobody outside of this room knows that you’re still alive. Let’s keep that way, eh?”

[LunaDog]

Another woman who I thought Anna had pointed out was Laura, but I might have got that wrong and may have been Fiona, took up the cudgel. “You see, by the time your home port establishes that there were in fact six people onboard, it’ll be assumed that your body has been simply washed out to sea. As it appears to be the only realistic answer, that’ll be the official verdict. And, as it will prove to require time, effort AND expense to establish otherwise, nobody will bother. So, you will be presumed dead, and can officially ‘dis-appear,’ as it were.”

Fiona, or as I say I might have got this wrong, it could have been Laura, finished. “So, you can become ours, you can belong to us and nobody will know. You see when Anna, Laura,” so, I HAD got it right first time, “and I, first decided to seek solitude here, leaving the rat-race behind, we underestimated just how much we would miss male company. After all, there’s only a certain amount of pleasure a vibrator can give you. We have decided that we needed a male to use as our sex slave, and now we have one. YOU!”

My God, just how presumptuous can one get? As I would agree to that? Added to the fact that I’d just discovered that five of my companions who were also good friends had just perished! I was, to simply add that to my emotions at that moment, consumed by complete grief. Which I sense these women fully recognised. “I understand that this is a lot to take in all at once, so we’ll give you some peace.” And they were as good as their word, they all trooped out, leaving me very much tied to the bed, and their captive still. At least now, I knew why.

As if that was any compensation, I just learned that I was intended to be kept in captivity by these women, a state that I was still firmly within. But five of my good friends had been killed, it seemed that I’d been the ‘lucky’ one, although it at that precise moment of time, it didn’t feel that way. But I suppose things could have been worse, I might have not been swept overboard and survived as a result. And if I was to be the sex slave of these women, I could have been captured by ones who weren’t so attractive. Indeed, in other circumstances I would have fancied any of the three of them. And I was still single at that time, nobody was waiting, in vain it appeared, for me to come home.

They left me alone with my thoughts for a while, before they re-appeared. With Anna standing by the lower bedframe, facing inwards and carrying a pistol, which she pointed in my direction, and it appeared to be very real indeed.

“Now then Darling,” she began to address me, “shortly Laura and Fiona will be releasing you from your bonds and this bed. You’re far too tired and emotional to begin your new role just yet. But you will be confined within this room, as you can see it is quite large and fully equipped. Here,” pointing at a sub-room, “is a full en-suite bathroom. And here,” pointing at a different offshoot room, “is a sub-kitchen, complete with a source of safe drinking water. As you can also see, Laura has also bought you a plate full of food, sorry that it’s all in a cold form, but it is all nutritious and healthy. It be will enough to keep you going. Now then Ladies, if you’d like to release our guest.”

Laura and Fiona, or should that be Mistress Laura and Mistress Fiona, then undid undo my bonds and directly this time, meaning I could move freely for the first time since I’d become acquainted with any of them. But they swiftly retreated behind the pistol packing Anna, and then the three of them retreated through the door, which they locked and bolted firmly shut behind them. Meaning they still had me within their captivity, they still owned me. I was now officially nobody, I no longer existed on paper, but in reality, I was simply the outright property of Anna, Laura and Fiona.

My strength did improve now I could move about if only within the confines of the room that I was locked inside of. Which was the entire top floor, out of three stories of this dwelling of theirs. Which was the only major building upon this tiny island, the only other one being a wooden boat house, holding the multiple that craft the girls used to travel to the other larger islands within the group, many of which were inhabited, some of them quite extensively. They could get their necessary supplies there, with money not being a problem for them. Point is, escape was made even more difficult for me, this island of theirs being totally isolated. It was precisely because of this isolation that meant they could ignore certain rules of ‘normal’ society, for instance it explained just why Anna had felt able to threaten me with a pistol, who was there to check whether or not she one in her possession? Which incidentally she had bought illegally on the ‘black market.’

Another potential problem I had was clothing. As you all know by now, they had basically stripped me when I first fell into their hands, in fact they also had fully washed me, but they had simply disposed of all of my male clothing. You will recall that all they had left me wearing was some female panties, however now they did leave one of their dressing gowns for me to use, but again, it was definitely feminine in nature. And, for now that’s all I was provided with. With the aim, presumably intentional, of making evading their intentions for me even harder.

I was allowed a few days in which to recover, before the girls decided to it was time to earn my position, within their home. They entered my room, mob handed as it were, again with Anna brandishing her pistol at me. “ON THE BED! SPREAD YOURSELF OUT! NOW!” And once I’d complied? “Right girls,” directing her words at Laura and Fiona, who had moved to the upper area on both side of the bed, “you know what to do.” Which was to securely tie me to it, and yes, they did know exactly what action to take. Soon my arms, and then my legs found themselves found themselves somewhat immobilised. It appeared that I was their direct captive again. Now Anna put down her firearm onto a table, with me tied up she didn’t need it for now, and all three of them stripped down until they were just wearing stockings and a suspender belt. Believe me, it was quite a sight, and my cock responded in the only way possible.

Which didn’t go unnoticed! “It appears I see that at least part of you doesn’t consider your new duties to all unpleasant. Well, we can assure you that we hope that this will as enjoyable be you as it is for us!” Then she produced a blindfold in her hands. “Fit this, girls.” They did, and my world turned completely black. “So, now you won’t know which one of us is which.”

And at this stage I didn’t although later on I did learn in how to tell them apart. As it happened, they had drawn lots on the order in which they would ravish me and so it was Laura’s attention that I had to deal with first. And as will surprise nobody, she proved to be highly skilled. She climbed aboard my bound body, and as her lips found mine, and she initiated a totally passionate kiss, so she slipped her pussy over my rampant cock. After holding it there for a little while, which felt utterly delicious, she began the cycles of sex, slowly at first, until she was really pumping me.

With the inevitable delicious result. Two screams of pure ecstasy filled the room, as our climaxes hit, almost simultaneously, although Laura’s were louder than mine. Maybe being the carnal captive of these women may not be so unpleasant after all!

Fiona was next up and although she managed to take us both to a fantastic climax once more, I sensed that she wasn’t quite as skilled as Laura had been, but Anna? If there’s any woman who is more adept at the art of the pleasures of the flesh, firstly I’d struggle to believe that’s actually possible, and secondly, I’d very much like to meet her. Let’s just say I’d never enjoyed sex quite as much, and if her companions were good, and they were, they couldn’t operate at her extreme level. She left me panting for breath, completed shattered, but with a MASSIVE smile upon my face, despite, or perhaps because of, being in complete bondage to this trio.

Who, left me, utterly spent but utterly contented, and under the cover of Anna’s firearm once more released from the bed, but locked within the room again. Believe me I was too exhausted to even think about an escape attempt, beginning to wonder if I actually wanted to now?

Eventually though, I began to come down from the tremendous ‘high’ that they, particularly Anna, although at this stage I couldn’t tell them apart, remember I had been blindfolded; and again, the fact that I was being kept in captivity and used began to grate. Extremely pleasurable it might, no it damn well was, have been, but it was performed to their tune, with me having no say in the matter at all. However, the one thing that I did have in my favour was time, there was plenty of it available after all. I was quite prepared to play the long game here, and in the meantime why not simply enjoy their ministrations?

Which after this initial exposure to, did change in execution. Yes, all three of them were present during my being subject to bondage to the bed, at the beginning of each session and the release from it at the end, but during the sex itself, two of them would depart, leaving the third to shag me to her heart’s, or possibly her pussy’s, content. At, I guess was either a pre-arranged signal, or just a certain length of time, the other two would return to release me, from the bed if not the room.

I began to become familiar with their differences. Although, as I say, Fiona was the least skilled of the three of them, she was still bloody good, and without any comparison to the others would be totally satisfactory. If she had been my girlfriend in the ‘normal’ world, had been my lady of choice, I would have had no complaints. But the others WERE here, and such a direct comparison was possible. Laura was just that bit better and then there was Anna. Like I say, if there is any woman on this earth who is more proficient between the sheets then, WOW! Any red bloodied male would just LOVE to meet and be shagged by her!

And by now I had matched the voice to each woman so I able to deduce just in whose hands I was subject to quite quickly in each session. I used to try my hardest, oops sorry, pardon the pun, to enjoy my sex with Fiona and Laura, normally successfully I might add, but with the sensational Anna I didn’t need to try anything. Yes, she really was THAT good!

[LunaDog]

Enjoyable although all this, I was still playing the long game, with a view to escaping from this trio, I was still their captive after all but appearing to fully accept the situation. Achieving some success it seemed. Because their security did noticeably become slacker. Mostly, when not directly engaged in sexual activity, yes that did occur from time to time, I stopped being locked in the bedroom, was allowed the ‘run of the house’ to a large degree, although I was only to wear female panties and a dressing gown, again manufactured with women in mind. I was sometimes allowed to attend to my own desires when it came to the matter of food and drink, and occasionally cooking for them, and making it look like gratitude. As well as being allowed to join them in the consumption of wine, none of them were beer drinkers unfortunately, but then I could enjoy the taste of the grape as well as that of the grain.

Spring became Summer and the temperature soared upwards. The girls had seemed to accept my apparent ‘surrender,’ Anna’s gun had long since dis-appeared and Fiona suggested we sample an outside shag. By now in our ‘normal’ sessions the girl with whom I was to partake with would bind me herself. Fiona, who’s turn it was, had, well for her anyway, the perfect location in mind, but as she led me there, she slipped and fell. Banging her head and knocking herself out, I sensed my chance and off to the boathouse I ran, even if all I was adorned in was a satin female dressing gown and panties. If I could make it to a Police station on one of the bigger islands, then there was a chance of regaining my former life and freedom, after all.

But Anna had seen it all, so at least she knew I hadn’t attacked Fiona. But she was fully aware of where I’d headed for, guessing my intentions. Which, if successful might lead to some awkward questions for her like the existence of the pistol, she now retrieved.

I was just trying to open the main door of the building where the boats were stored when she caught up with me, to be shortly joined by Laura, who had been delayed by her checking of Fiona’s condition, which thankfully wasn’t of any real concern. She had in fact, come to, returning to the main house.

Anna was covering me with her firearm, when Laura appeared, swiftly binding my arms behind me and then the pair of them matched me back to the house, then up two flights of stairs and into the familiar bedroom, both slightly annoyed and dis-appointed with me, emotions that they made no attempt to conceal.

“ONTO THE BED!” Anna’s strident voice rang around the room, as she covered my body, now utterly naked after they had undone the bond of my arms, they made me strip thus, whilst Laura secured my limbs to the bedposts in the all too familiar manner, “You can bloody well stay there whilst we decide just what to do with you! But first we need to thoroughly check Fiona out, you can thank your lucky stars that I know you didn’t deliberately hurt her. Because IF you had, I would be sorely tempted to pull this trigger!” They then left, making me stew for at least three hours. I was now completely in the ‘doghouse!’

And when they did return, all three of them now by the way, there was still an annoyed scowl on their faces, making it crystal clear that I wasn’t their favourite person at the moment. “We have decided to keep you,” as if I wasn’t a human being, just a commodity, “but have realised that you can no longer be trusted. We thought that was indeed the case but have come to see THAT was a mistake on our part. One we won’t be repeating!” They then attended to my toiletry requirements using the same sort of equipment that one sees in hospitals, like a bottle for instance. Now Laura and Fiona ‘played’ with my cock, but just stopping before THAT point, leaving my shaking with sexual frustration. “In the meantime, as a punishment, you can damn well stay here!” Then they left, locking the door behind them.

I was left tied to that bed for three whole days, with the girls occasionally attending to feeding me and dealing with the product of such action. But remaining within their bondage the whole time, not only forced to deal with the very painful cramp that set in, but their continuous teasing.
Not just having to put up with the emotions generated by the sight of them in just lingerie, but the very real tensions caused by them playing with my tools, but NEVER to the point where I’d be able to obtain any release from the utter frustration such playing produced. After some time, I was released from bondage to the bed but still confined to the room.

However, when the sex did resume, it was after all why they had taken me in the first place, believe it or not, for me it became even more intense and enjoyable, even in Anna’s case. The first factor contributing to this, as far as I could tell, was that in the case of all three of them, they were still annoyed with me, so making more of effort to ‘punish’ me, conversely increasing the level of rawness and therefore excitement.

But it was the other measure they took, I believe that it had been a suggestion of Laura’s, although I possessed no proof of that, to utterly humiliate me that actually turned me on even more. From now on I was to be subject to wearing items of purely female items of lingerie. Yes, I was to spend the rest of my time in stockings and a suspender belt. A prospect that I initially was disgusted by, as they’d hoped for, but once I felt just how good they felt, found that I was excited even further!

And that began to show during the sex with all of them, it actually improved in intensity, yes even with Anna, difficult that was to believe! And, although it was a measure introduced again to humiliate, it almost had the opposite effect, well the humiliation was real enough, but it was its effect of instead of bringing me down, as further punishment for my abortive escape attempt, was to raise the level of my excitement even higher. Which soon became sensed by the girls, but any suggestion that they ceased because of this was totally negated by their own increase in sexual arousal. The action in question? To have me march up and down, blindfolded, my arms bound together behind my back, and utterly naked except for the aforementioned stockings and suspender belt. And as for the sex that followed….

These fully astute ladies realised that they had found the missing ingredient, the key to unlocking my secret desires, that meant there would be no more wanting to escape, no further attempts to do precisely that. And this realisation went much further as they soon deduced. Soon it was common for my entire body to be covered in female clothing, silk and satin underwear, and occasionally their leather suits, leading to bound and blindfolded outside ‘exercise.’ My God, why would I want to escape from them now?

To regain my freedom? Freedom to be what, skint and hungry, spending all of my time wondering just where my next meal was coming from? I should explain that I was an orphan in ‘real life,’ both of my parents were dead, and home was a very small, rented flat. With no significant person in said life, nobody to ‘miss’ me. But within this present arrangement, all of these questions were answered, I existed within very comfortable circumstances, with all my food provided, bloody good food too. In case anybody is wondering, these girls had come from very rich existences and had used that wealth to set up a trust fund, which easily financed their chosen lifestyle. So, what if I was effectively ‘owned,’ it was by a trio of very sexy ladies, whose idea of sex was to totally dominate a feminised male. Very similar to my own dreams it appeared, I WANTED to be that submissive man.

[LunaDog]

Therefore, I came to fully accept just what they demanded from me is almost exactly what I wanted from life. We came to an understanding, if completely unofficial. And they had, especially Anna, some very pleasant surprises in the pipeline for me.

It was still Summer and warm, when at the end of one of leather clad outside ‘walks’ Anna, whose turn it was, made me stop outside, right by a padded post, although being blindfolded I had no knowledge of just where we were. There, I was stripped of that suit, of everything except for those suspended stockings, in fact all four of us, yes Fiona and Laura were very much present, adopted the same state of dress, or should that be undress?

There my arms were tied together behind said post, and to a ring mounted into back of it. My ankles were also bound together and to another ring, at the front this time, leaving me utterly helpless and totally subject to my captor’s mercy. It is, incidentally, just what Fiona had in mind for me, on that day when I’d tried to escape.

But on this occasion, it wasn’t Fiona who was scheduled to shag me but the sensational Anna. I then was subjected to this gorgeous woman shagging me into utter oblivion, pumping me with the utmost vigour, subjecting me to her awesome sexuality, whilst I was helplessly bound to that post, her lips constantly attacking mine with the greatest ferocity available to her. With Fiona’s and Laura’s hands playing with my bound body at will, further stoking up the excitement even more, if that was possible. Believe me, Anna, with the absolutely willing assistance of her companions, reduced me into the state of a gibbering wreck that day, but one with an enormous smile of sexual satisfaction upon my face! All in the open air, and although this was their private island, I just hope there weren’t any low flying aircraft in the area that day!

Soon the weather turned as Summer became Autumn, and any outside activities became too uncomfortable. But Anna had one more treat to give me. She simply waited until it was her ‘turn’ on the bed. Once I had been tied to it, in the normal spread-eagled fashion, the first inkling I received that things were to be slightly different this time was when Anna asked Fiona and Laura NOT to tie my hands up, as they usually did. And it wasn’t long after she’d laid down on top of me that I found out just why.

For as she lifted my normal blindfold onto my forehead, not that she’d not removed it totally, suggesting it would be returned at some point, and after I’d noticed that there was one fitted to her head, also currently sitting on her own forehead, therefore not yet denying her use of her own eyes, she took both of my hands in her own, interlacing our fingers. “Tie us together, make me as unable to escape as him!” She looked me straight into my eyes with her own, “today Darling, I’m going to be just as helpless as you are, we’re going to be bound together and are about to shag each other into the middle of next week!” As Fiona tied my left wrist to her right, and Laura attended to the other side.

And when they’d finished? Anna’s hands became tied to mine, and the remainer of the tie used to then secure this bond to the ones linking our wrists together. Our arms, wrists and hands belonged to each other! But those two little minxes hadn’t finished yet, soon our ankles became tied to one another, and then my front suspenders were attached to HER stockings, and vice versa. Now we really were bound to one another!

As the excitement level inside of me ramped up to a level that even Anna hadn’t induced beforehand, she now proceeded to increase it even further by what she now said. “Well Darling, we now belong to one another, I am as helpless as you are, we cannot escape from this bed or each other. Excited? Because I am, probably as I’ve never been before so in all of my life before!” Now the talking stopped as she initiated a kiss, full of passion and total desire. Yes, it was crystal clear that Anna WANTED this! As if I didn’t?

Anna’s eyes bored once mine again, absolutely sparkling, full of sheer lust and dark desire, before her voice rang out commanding “blind us!” Almost immediately, Fiona and Laura stepped forward and they sparkled no more as Fiona covered them with the black satin of her blindfold. As almost simultaneously Laura placed the equivalent over my own, plunging both our worlds into total darkness.

Does life get any better than this? Here I was, the complete captive of this bed, but this time having the most skilled sexual operator, if not of the entire world, that I’d ever had the privilege of meeting, bound inescapably to my body, and about to totally unleash her supreme ability unto my helpless form. All of which would take place in complete darkness, allowing the imagination to run riot, although such was Anna’s level of sexual competence that with her the reality was as good as the fantasy! I was about to be shagged utterly senseless, shagged into utter oblivion, taken to the ultimate sexual high. You can just imagine the level of excitement running throughout my body as this utter sexual Goddess slipped her soaking wet pussy over my rampant cock, which had never been SO hard in its entire existence, and Laura’s voice rang out clearly within the room.

“SHAG!”