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Benji

She was exactly how I knew she would be. From that first moment, I had spotted her from the doorway of my office.

That had been months ago and I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind since.

She had been the image of my ideal woman. Her blonde hair pulled back from a makeup-free face, the light dusting of freckles across her nose making her look innocent. And the dress, the pale blue summer dress that flowed around her body had done absolutely nothing to hide the curves underneath.

Even then, sat behind my desk and watching her I could imagine clearly how she would look stripped bare, on her knees in front of me. It had been so vivid that I could almost feel her lips around my cock.

That had been months ago, and I had daydreamed about it a lot.

Now that daydream was finally becoming reality.

I watched unblinking as her small fingers worked down the buttons of my shirt. Every part of me wanted to swat her hands away and take over myself. She was moving so slowly. But I didn’t move a muscle.

I just stood there as she concentrated on the task at hand. It was only when her small, almost shaking fingers started to work on my belt buckle that she looked up at me.

Aubrey’s eyes never left my eyes as she sank to her knees in front of me.

The breath I didn’t know I was holding left my throat in a rush.

It was like every dirty daydream I had ever had was coming to life in front of me.

The tip of her wet tongue snaked out. Flicking softly over the swollen head of my cock. It was like a thousand volts of electricity flowing through my body as she opened her mouth wide. The warm wetness enveloping me.

Tearing my eyes away from her face, my gaze locked with James.

“That looks amazing.” His voice was coming out huskily. But it was more the rapt look on his face that told me how much he was enjoying the show.

“It feels amazing.” I desperately wanted to fist my hands into her blonde hair and drive my cock into the back of her throat. But I had already seen the strip of leather in my friend's hands. And I knew things were about to get interesting.

And a lot more enjoyable for all of us.

He slipped it around her neck, Aubrey lifted her head slightly as it clicked into place. Her eyes widening but it was a pause that only lasted seconds before she bobbed her head back over me.

It was only when James’ hands slid over her shoulders and over her breasts that she stopped her assault. Her whole body shook as he pushed the cups of her bra down. His fingers were merciless against her nipples.

Nipples he clamped with practised ease.

She squealed at the sudden pressure, but there was something erotic about the sound. Like she was enjoying the pain.

I wanted to, no I needed to slam my cock down her throat. I wanted to see her gag and choke on it.

Sliding almost all the way out of her mouth, I fingered the chain attached to her clamps. Tugging on it hard.

She moaned again, falling down onto her hands. In the exact position, I wanted her to be in. With her breasts swinging heavily complete with shining silver clamps.

It was the most erotic, most orgasm-inducing sight I had ever seen. Dropping to my knees I slipped my straining dick through the chain that connected her straining nipples to the collar around her neck, thrusting it back into her mouth, hard.

I didn’t stop until there was nowhere else to go. Again and again, I rammed it into her, every movement pulling the chain tighter, dragging her breasts to their limits.

And she took it. She took every inch of me into her mouth without a word. Swallowing me down until saliva dripped from her mouth and her eyes watered.