Bound to Have a Good Time (M/F, F/F, F/M) - Regina's Crush

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Thanks, mate.

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Chapter 055: Regina’s Crush (Regina/Amy → Andrea + Patrick/Regina)

“Mmmm,” Regina pulled her man tightly against body while he pushed in and out of her body.
“You’re so pretty,” he said and pushed her head from behind so their lips locked more tightly.
“Perfect!” she groaned before letting out a high pitch squeal of orgasmic pleasure.
“Here we go,” he pushed her much more forcefully, driving her into the bed.
“Mmmmm!” she practically collapsed, her pink kerchief falling off her head in the play.
“I’m in love, too,” he pumped her body full of himself; Regina never performed vaginal sex.

Patrick Merckx soon was pulling his pants back onto his body, and Regina sat beside him tying her pink kerchief back under her hair. Her pink flowy knee skirt and red sleeveless t-shirt had a strange glow against her naturally reddish-brown hair. His own dark brown hair, short enough a girl like Regina couldn’t resist rubbing the top of his head, matched his professional accountant’s dress. By the time he was back at his workstation, no one could tell he’d just had the best sex of his life. Of course it was the best sex; he’d just burned his V-card and didn’t think twice about it. With Regina, he could do that.

Regina put on an apron, put on one of her favorite 70s playlists, and went to work whipping up a little something to make for her friend the dominatrix. The way her sexual encounter started had been Patrick asking Regina to bake the cake for Kaylee’s upcoming birthday. Andrea had work and didn’t want to be sending pictures of cake ideas to Regina on the job. Come lunchtime, she then decided to go visit Andrea at work not knowing Patrick was also eating lunch there today.

“Look who’s back from Honolulu? Why, it’s Amy Booboo!” Andrea taunted her customer.
“Yeah, I’m here to do some writing and relax. I come about once a month,” the blonde smiled.
“How about I personally take care of you? Patrick, slide down here and meet a customer that I will never forget.”
“Hello, I’m Andrea’s little brother,” Patrick shook Amy’s hand.
“Nice to meet you. I’m just a customer turned real friend of your sister and her colleagues.”
“Oh, are you thinking of joining their little troupe?”
“I enjoy my day job too much,” Amy blushed, “But I might do other paying labor for them.”

Regina drove more slowly when she was off-duty than the way she tore around the corners when she was on the hunt. The cop was merely hungry after spending time baking and frosting a cake for a party the next day. Despite her desire to make a foul joke, Regina made a cake that Kaylee would feel comfortable photographing to show her family in Georgia. The talented chef had an insatiable hunger for some fish and chips, and the afterglow of her affair lingered in her mind. It was reality: she was enamored with Patrick. He was handsome, and their personalities gelled.

She slowly pulled up to Blackbeard’s and tugged on the bosom of her shirt to cool off both her physical and sexual heat. She took off her sunglasses and walked up to the door of the restaurant and opened the door with exceeding calm. Then, as soon as she opened the door, she saw those thoughts of little Merckx’s running around evaporate. Patrick was with Amy?! Regina, always a calm and secretive conspirator, calmly sat next to Patrick and asked for a Heineken.

“Amy!” Regina played it natural, “If you’re here, you have to come by my place for some fun!”
“I’ve set a playdate over at Andrea’s. Would you like to join us?” Amy invited the redhead over.
“Yeah, Regina, that’d be great,” Andrea added her own encouragement, “Now that Patty’s here, you can take a turn picking on Amy and enjoy kicking Patty’s a-s at video games.”
“That sounds great,” the cop’s eyes lit up at her plot’s fulfillment, “I’ve got nothing to do later.”
“I’ll slowly get to taste each of you lady’s styles,” Amy grinned and leaned back a little.
“Oh, we’re interesting all right,” Regina took a swig from the bottle and began plotting.

Amy was dressed in tight-fitting brown leather pants, brown leather sandals, and a pink t-shirt. A smile was on the blonde’s face, and she had the proportions all right. Regina remembered the day that Amy walked onto the set while Regina was filming Andrea and Chrissy for a scene for them to sell in the store. What a day that was! That wasn’t too long ago, but it was apparently long enough for Amy to pay another visit to the resort.

Regina ate her lunch with a sinister glee hidden in her heart. She was picturing both Patrick and Amy tied up together with Amy being forced to eat Patrick’s manhood. She would be nice about the entire thing, but she was certain about her intentions and desires. It was reasonable to protect her sexual interests, although she realized that a cheap relationship with Patrick wasn’t healthy.

The Colorado girl couldn’t wait. She was triggered. She remembered walking into the bedroom and finding her father naked, having sex with that woman in a moment of mutual passion. That woman wasn’t his wife. Mr. Jackson was still married to Mrs. Jackson, Regina’s mother. Then, the young woman, still a virgin, grew disgusted towards her father’s action and found an escape in two forms, men and women. She set her virginity ablaze and experimented, discovering that she was bisexual and loved both men and women. As a dominant, she learned she liked women more, and as a submissive she preferred men. Escaping to this island brought her far away from her nightmares of youth, finally finding peace and forgiveness and renewed relationships despite the pain she experienced on account of her discovery and her self-discovery.

“Patrick… why?” Regina muttered when she was driving to Andrea’s house that evening.
“Allll right… Haha!” Andrea rolled her eyes 30 minutes later, “You get Amy first.”
“Come along, hot stuff,” the cop motioned for Amy to follow, “Pat, I’ll need you in 5, OK?”
“Sure thing!” the young Master Merckx unsuspectingly responded with too much cheer.
“All right… Patty, she’s up to no good,” Andrea responded, “Play along. I got your back.”
“Ummmm… Yeah,” he blushed a little; Andrea’s eyes grew wide, and her skin paled a little.
“Patty, you f-cked her?!” she asked quietly, “You’ve got a crush on… Regina?”

Patrick looked away from Andrea before a sly smile formed on the corner of his cheek. There was the thought in his mind that Regina wanted to tie him up and use him to satisfy some sort of urge she was experiencing and that wasn’t fulfilled in their earlier tryst. He couldn’t help it; he really did find her irresistibly attractive no matter what she was wearing. Bandanas, uniforms, or skirts equally aroused him because it was her general figure and face he found attractive in that sense. On an emotional level, he was drawn to her personality, especially since he always was a bit more mature for his age, which closed the gap between them. Her age was closer to 30 than to his. Despite this gap, they connected on an emotional level.

Andrea shook her head a little. Neither of them was innocent like when they were children. She was a dominatrix who occasionally got paid to enjoy vaginal or oral sex, and he was no longer a virgin either. She couldn’t say she was a corrupting influence when the reality of the matter was that he and Regina likely would have seduced each other without bondage involved. She loved her little brother just the same as before.

“Look, she’s going to try,” Andrea continued, “We’ll tie her up, and you can hide with her.”
“What?!” he blushed a little before regaining his confidence, “She’s… unusual. I like her.”
“Come on. Keep quiet,” the older sibling motioned for the younger one to follow her.

In the basement, Amy was in a spreadeagle tie on one of the beds. A phallus was pushed inside her body and attached to a pole so that her every motion made the device move within her body. A ring gag was in her mouth, and she was buck naked. The tie was just loose enough that she could move with ease but tight enough that she would have to work considerably hard to escape.

Regina figured she would chair tie Patrick and then please herself with him right in front of Amy. She had to assert that Patrick was going to use her vagina and her vagina alone. She found in his c-ck a satisfaction she’d never previously experienced in vaginal sex. He would be buck naked in her rope prison, and he would be embarrassed by her forwardness that he’d be afraid to look at another girl besides her and his own sister. Plots sound better in your mind though.

“GMMMMM!” she soon groaned into Andrea’s socks though after the surprise attack.
“Well, Regina, looks like your plans went up in smoke,” Andrea pinched her butt.
“OW! NMMM MMMM MMMMM!”
“I think I’ll take her away with me,” Patrick slung her across his shoulder and spanked her.
“MMMMMMMMM!”
“You do that, Patty. Have fun,” Andrea smiled and looked at her bare feet, “Take care of her.”
“MMMMMMMMM!”

Ropes bound Regina quite tightly. Her wrists and elbows were secured behind her back, and a breast harness and a waist rope pinned her arms even more. On top of this, her crossed ankles were also tied up tightly, but her thighs were not tied. Andrea had prepared Regina for a rough and good time. A strap gag pushed Andrea’s socks deep into the captive’s mouth, and a strap blindfold including a hole for her nose stole her sight. She wasn’t escaping anytime soon.

Regina wasn’t sure how to feel. She’d never had a man take control of her like this before even though she’d taken control of girls, especially Katia, in such a strong manner and been similarly dominated as well. Never, though, had she had a man take over like this outside the occasional client who was there for only the short term. This was a man for whom she had feelings, and that man now had her on his own bed and was pulling down her panties while she squealed in excitement. She nodded when he asked her if she wished to continue, and they continued.

“GMMM!” this time she could tell him to push harder because she was gagged.
“You’re mine now, Regina,” he said while pushing himself in and out of her body.
“Mmmmmmm!” she sensually squirmed underneath with her bound legs wrapped around him.
“Oh!” she felt her arousal heightening once again, just as it had in the morning.
“Is that strong enough for you?” he asked her while pumping into her body.
“Mmm,” suddenly, Andrea’s socks tasted more horrible than ever before, “Ore.”

Patrick was one to satisfy desires, so he continued to push in and out of her body without fear; a shudder came out of Regina while she was helplessly and willingly his toy to fill as much of his own fluid as he desired. It was hard, though, because he knew he was developing an empty side of what was a true attraction to each other, both physically and mentally. Still, he drove Regina into the mattress, making her emanate piercing, shrill, loud squeals of sexual arousal.

In the basement, Amy was trapped in the tightest bondage she’d ever experienced, with a rough brown rope used to bind her arms, thighs, and legs thrice each. She was buck naked with a tight crotch and waist rope and a harness that forced her bosom out. The phallus was still tightly held in her body by the crotch rope, and nipple clamps tortured her because of the weights attached to them. A weight was attached to her hair, and she was gagged with a 2 inch pink ball gag. Worst of all was that she was dangling upside down by her ankles courtesy Andrea’s winch. A vibrator was strapped to her thigh and set on Katia’s cruel variable sine wave setting.

Which torture was the worst? The paddling? The nipple twists? The jerking of the crotch rope to jiggle the phallus inside her body? The pulling on her hair? The blood rush? The bondage in its own right? Or, perhaps, watching Andrea now rub her own crotch a little bit because she is in serious need of her own orgasm. Drooling onto her own face was also quite the sensation.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” once again, Regina lost her kerchief.
“GMMMMMMMM!” Amy loudly cried into the ball gag.
“That feels so freaking good,” Patrick wiggled his eyebrows at his blindfolded captive.
“Hell, yeahhhhhhh,” Andrea relaxed sensually before grabbing her paddle again.
“GUH!” Regina felt that smaller, but just as exciting, pumping into her body.
“MMMMMMM!” the captive Amy winced in pain at her spanking.

It was all so good. Each of four, captors and captives alike, enjoyed the thrill of orgasm, whether it was their own or their current partner’s flow. Regina frantically squirmed, wanting to receive even more of whatever Patrick would give her. Never had she felt this kind of excitement during sex let alone bondage sex. She let out another piercing squeal and melted into the mattress. She had achieved all she desired now, but Patrick continued to push in and out of her body; she felt a stir within her and began the struggle anew albeit more weakly and erotically.

It was just an average day for the bondage beauties at Tropical Retreat.

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