Tiffany looked down at Brandon's cock. Swollen, pulsing, aching. She thought, After all this time, all this work, am I ready to blow it all in a single night? But I'm so horny. What to do, what to do …
Tiffany went to her purse and, to Brandon's shock, pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. The frightened jock began to stand up.
"Stay where you are," said Tiffany firmly, and Brandon's full balls commanded him to obey. She grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back. Then she cuffed his left wrist to his right ankle and vice versa, making it impossible for him to even stand up. Then she walked out of the room for a few minutes, leaving Brandon anxious, excited and confused.
She walked back in. "Ok, boy, I'm ready to make love…" Brandon's heart skipped. "But not to you. Tyrone is coming over."
"What? Tiff, what?"
"I'm going to make love to Tyrone and make you watch, and if you're lucky I might let you touch me." Brandon struggled against his cuffs but it was no use. But watching him struggle turned her on so much her knees buckled. She sat down and tried to watch and listen to him beg. She had to touch herself at the sight. That just made Brandon's cock ache more and made Tiffany even hornier.
"Brandon, if you behave really well while Tyrone is here, I'll let HIM fuck you after he fucks me. But only if you're good."
Brandon whimpered and struggled more. The doorbell rang. |