Ilya and I live together. Recently my former boyfriend came to live with us, Alex. The days were fun. Only interfered with constant vulgar thoughts about him.

Our relationship with Lesha lasted a couple of years. During this time we managed to try many aspects of BDSM. We had a code of rules that I had to follow. For example, to call him the Master, if we are alone; kiss hand when meeting. There were lapa me in the bus, and humiliation, and pain (from the belt, from the needles, even from cigarettes). Despite this, there was also the fact that we did not have time to try. I remember that he told me that he wanted to tie me up, close my eyes with something and bring a person to fuck me in all holes. I would not even see what kind of person. Perhaps I even regret that these of his fantasies were not destined to come true ...

From here were all my vulgar thoughts. I remembered all this, and I wanted it to happen again.

One evening, Ilya and I were lying in bed. My head was torn from shameful thoughts, and I decided to share them. At first, Ilya said nothing. Then we started kissing - it seems that he was also excited by everything that I say. Ilya brought a collar and put it on me.

- Who are you? He asked in a whisper.

- I am your slut ... - I whispered very quietly, because I slept behind the wall (or maybe I did not sleep) Alex

- Right, you are a lustful whore. You should be ashamed of your thoughts. And now repeat it louder!

- But Lesha can hear!

- Well, let him hear. Speak who you are!

“I'm your whore,” my voice was louder this time.

- Well done, whore.

After that, he started playing with my breasts. At first gently, barely touching, he caressed my nipples with his fingers. It was difficult to restrain myself and not to make sounds - I remembered the person in the next room. But it only increased the excitement.

- Maybe I should play with you for a very long time, without letting me finish? Make you moan? - Ilya whispered in my ear. “Could it be better to punish you for your thoughts?” To rip the belt?

- No, Alex will hear! - the thought of it at the same time frightened and aroused. Some part of me obviously wanted this.

As he continued to tease me. it was harder to hold back moans. A couple I could not hold back. Suddenly he stopped.

“Go to the floor and stand up against the wall,” he ordered.

I fulfilled the order. She faced the wall (to the very wall behind which Alex was sleeping!). Ilya came up from behind, took me by the neck with his hands and started kissing. Then he turned me to face me and made me kneel. His dick was right in front of my face. I took it in my mouth and began to suck, not forgetting to work the tongue. So it took some time. Then he interrupted me and told me to get on all fours.

“Stop and count to 200. Then you can come to me,” he said, and went to the bed.

1, 2, 3 ... I stayed on all fours. Naked. In the collar. Right in front of the closed door. 10, 11, 12. She stood, not for a second without ceasing to think about what would happen if Lyosha entered the room now. 50, 51, 51. What will he think? How then to look into his eyes? 90, 91, 92. Or maybe on the contrary, let him go in? Let him join us? No, you can not think about this! 110, 111, 112. But if he came in and decided to take part ... You could give him a blowjob ... And then they could fuck me together. What am I still a whore! 150, 151, 152. Well, I almost counted, nothing could happen anymore. 180, 181, 182 ...

The door opened. At this point, my thoughts stopped. Alex stood behind the door and looked straight at me. At first there was a surprise on his face. But it was quickly replaced by his sly smile (I do not even remember when I last saw her).

“Oh, I think I prevented you,” he said, still smiling.

“You can join if you want,” answered Illya. Of course, nobody asked me about anything. - It is quite possible to use it.

Alex came to me and looked down at me.

“No wonder you always were a whore.”Well, let's see if you have learned something new, - he took my hair and pulled me up. - Suck, whore.

I began to lick his penis from all sides, remembering that he liked and what he once taught me. Carefully licked his tongue, paying particular attention to the head. Then she took it in her mouth, began to suck, trying not to touch her teeth. He held my head, forcing to take a member deeper into his mouth. I did all this as if in a dream. I could not believe that all this is really happening. No, It is Immpossible.

Ilya approached us, looked at me and said quietly:

- You know, but I did not allow you to give him a blowjob. And you just take it and suck it. For this you will be punished.

I tried to step back, to answer something, to apologize, to ask not to punish me, but Lyosha did not let me do it.

- Not nazho, please, - that's all I could say.

“What, I don't hear what you're saying,” he said, grinning. - Yes, it does not matter. No matter how you apologize, it will not affect the punishment. “I think you deserve a whipping,” he continued. At this time I continued to suck cock, which now had to swallow very deeply. - And not just a spanking. You will scream and scream, you will tell me to stop, but I will not listen to you. Perhaps not only your ass will suffer. Will get tits and pussy.

In response, I could only begging imploringly. Then Alex removed from me. Now I could talk.

- Please, I beg you, do not do this. You did tell him to join! I am in nothing.

- Shut up! I didn't ask you. I'm afraid now you deserve even more punishment. Not only do you unlock it, so you also poke me and forget about the appeal! What do you think? - he turned to Lesha.

Alex, who had stood silently before, thought for a second.

- Yes, she deserves it. And I would like to take part in her punishment. We could punish her right now.

Ilya nodded silently and pulled me to the table by the collar. I lay down on the table. Ilya pulled out handcuffs and ropes. I felt Lesha's hand on my back. While Ilya was tying me, he began to gently slap me on the pope. A bandage appeared before my eyes. In the mouth stuck gag. Ilya got something out of the box. It must have been a belt.

- Want to start? - he asked Lesha.

- No, I'll just sit and see.

I heard Lesch walk away. Again, I felt a hand on my ass, but now it was the hand of Ilya.

“Then we begin the punishment.”

He began to beat me with his hand. These blows were not very strong, I only trembled slightly when I lowered his palm on my butt.

Tired of beating a hand, he took the belt. These blows were already quite painful. I began to twitch, unsuccessfully trying to dodge the blows. I wanted him to stop, but I could not ask for it. Therefore, I only moaned loudly through the gag.

Finally, the strikes ceased.

- Give thanks for the punishment, whore! He said, pulling the gag out of my mouth.

- Thank you for punishing me, Boss. I will not do that again.

- Yes? We'll see - he put the gag back in my mouth. - The punishment is not over yet. Lay on the bed.

He helped me get to the bed. I obediently lay down, wrinkling when the aching priest sank on the bed.

- Bind her hands? - asked Ilya Lesha.

Lesha did not answer, but probably agreed, because my hand was pulled to the corner of the bed and began to tie. Then the same thing happened with the second one. Illya, meanwhile, took up my legs. He tried to push them as far as possible and tied them to the edges of the bed.

Now their gaze (and not only gaze) turned out to be open my boobs and my cunt. In the outside again a sense of shame awakened. I wanted to hide myself, hide from their eyes (I didn’t even know if they were watching - the bandage was still in front of my eyes), but the ropes didn’t allow it.

“And you, whore, also did the piercing,” said Lyosha, who did not know that my right nipple was pierced.

Their hands began to examine my body. Someone crushed my tits.Someone stroked his hips, teased, without touching the labia. I moaned, the excitement grew.

Suddenly, the hands disappeared. For a while nothing happened. Then there was a blow. The excitement was so great that, instead of trying to somehow dodge the next blow, I arched to meet my hand beating. After this, the blows fell one after the other. Beat became stronger. The most painful blows were those that hit the piercer. I screamed in pain at them.

Soon the strikes ceased, but I remembered that that was not all. A hand stroked my thighs. Fingers climbed into my wet cunt. Someone chuckled. Now fingers were picking up my clit. I was ready to finish, but my fingers were gone. I tried to get ready for what will be now. I was scared. I tried to reduce the legs, but nothing happened. Now they began to beat me in pussy. First hand - these blows were still tolerable. And then a narrow belt. It was very painful. I screamed and moaned through the gag. The blindfold was soaked with my tears.

It's all over. I heard they went somewhere. I was left alone with my pain. And boobs, and ass, and cunt were burning. I cried. Gradually, the pain subsided. But the excitement began to return. I already began to worry about where they went. Do not they leave me in this form here?

I heard the footsteps coming back. Felt me ​​being untied.

“Get on all fours,” said Illya.

Very slowly, I carried out his order. Hands showed me where to move. After that, Ilya's member poked into my mouth. And behind, apparently, Lesch was attached. On the one hand, Ilya began to fuck me in the mouth. On the other Lesch. They pounded me with their members from both sides. Wasn't it a dream? Everything was exactly the same as in my fantasies. Ilya's hands squeezed my tits, Lesha stroked her clit. For a long time I could not stand it and finished, impaled on both sides of their members. Then they finished too. They took off my gag, handcuffs and blindfold. And I still could not believe that this really happened.