Out of Reach

Ryan Keely pins you down. The backroom stinks of sweat and old beer. She straddles your face, thighs clamping your cheeks while she grinds her cunt against your mouth. You can’t move. The ropes bite. Every time you try to breathe deeper, she leans heavier. She slides two fingers inside herself, then three, working slow, teasing, keeping you right where she wants you. She brings the Hitachi between her legs and the buzz fills your ears. She moans low, pushes down harder. You taste her on every flick of her hips. Foot on your chest now. Her sole presses flat, toes curling into your skin. Mona Wales steps in. She watches, smiles once, then kneels behind Ryan. Mona’s fist disappears between Ryan’s cheeks in steady strokes. Ryan shakes. She keeps the Hitachi right on her clit. Mona pushes deeper, fist twisting, forearm glistening. Ryan’s foot stays on you. You watch your wife open her up the way you never could. You stay bound, hard, useless. Ryan comes with a snarl and Mona doesn’t stop. She keeps pumping until Ryan sags forward, laughing under her breath. Then she looks at you again. Her foot nudges your chin. You know they aren’t finished.