Marilyn Johnson and Audrey Madison: The Sales Associate

Audrey's knocking doors, hawking solar panels. Marilyn Johnson opens up, pulls her inside. Audrey eyes the twisted metal sculptures and Marilyn grins, tells her they’re not art. They’re bondage gear. Audrey’s breath catches. Ten minutes later she’s stripped bare, bent forward, head and wrists locked tight in a cold steel stockade. Marilyn’s hands roam those big tits, squeezing, then she snaps clover clamps onto each nipple. Audrey hisses, nipples throbbing. Marilyn shoves her onto her back, drops that perfect ass right onto Audrey’s face, smothering her with heat and skin. Next she’s flipped, face down, ass high, and Marilyn works a glittering metal plug past her rim until it locks inside. Audrey’s hole twitches around the steel. Marilyn swaps it for a clear glass toy, sliding it in and out, stretching her wider each time. Marilyn straps on a bright blue cock. Audrey climbs on, sinks down, taking every inch into her ass. The toy fills her deep. She gets handed a vibrator, presses it to her clit, and the orgasm slams through her while that fake dick stays buried. When it’s Marilyn’s turn, she peels off her clothes, lies on her side, and Audrey grabs a heavy steel plug, working it into Marilyn’s ass until she’s stretched and moaning. Marilyn folds her legs behind her head. Audrey pours lube over her fist and pushes past the resistance, wrist disappearing, then forearm. Marilyn’s whole body seizes, coming hard around the fist still pumping inside her.