Rising to stand in front of her, he nodded at Quinten, who stopped her. “Baby, stop for now. We want to swing you a bit.”
“Okay.” She held on to the support straps above her head.
Ben stood between her thighs, enjoying the sight she made, tied up, blindfolded, and ready to do whatever they wanted. He grabbed hold of the straps to set the swing in motion, pulling her toward him, nudging her cunt with his cock on each forward motion. Camilla moaned as the head breached her cunt each time and then swung away.
Quinten reached around on either side of her and teased her nipples, tweaking them and whispering naughty things to her. Her needy whimpers told Ben she was hungry for more. She grew restless and rocked her hips when he slid in each time, trying to take more of him. He pressed the vibrator against her clit and smiled when her tension increased dramatically. She really did like that vibrator.
Her pussy lips slicked the head of his cock, and on the next swing forward, he sank a few inches inside her, drawing an ecstatic cry from her. Her cunt was unbelievably hot and inviting and his self-control began to slip. He moved forward so that more of him would go in on each pass.
She wiggled and writhed. “Fuck me! Please!”
Ben pulled on the straps, rocking her harder until she was taking every inch of his bone-hard shaft. She was drenched, and so was his cock as he slid out and then back in between her silky, toned thighs. He brushed the vibrator against her clit and could feel the sensation in his cock as she drew up tight on him.
“Oh! More! More!”
Happy to give her what she wanted, he did as she asked and rubbed her clit with the vibrator continuously. She arched her back, and he lost control when the ripples grew stronger in her cunt, and she cried out, “Don’t stop, I’m coming!”
Her cunt was so beautiful, taking all of him as he spurred her on with the toy. Love and lust were a tumult in his chest as he watched her react. Even though he could no longer see her eyes because of the blindfold, he could see that she was in the throes of something powerful. She screamed and writhed against him, riding wave after wave of climax until his control snapped. He grabbed the straps and thrust deep, several times, until his orgasm boiled up inside him, turning into a raging inferno as his cum spurted in hot, satisfying streams inside her.
He stroked her abdomen, soothing her as she panted. Her orgasmic blush spread over her throat and her chest as she sighed, a sound close to a purr.
“Damn, that was hot to watch.” Quinten kneeled beside her, checking the straps at her thighs and her back. “You still comfortable, baby?”
Camilla turned her head in his direction, the blindfold still in place, a blissful, crooked smile crossing her lips. She tried to reach out to him, and he leaned forward to kiss her still-restrained hand and then guided it to his cheek briefly. “Very comfortable. But I won’t be happy until I’ve had your cock too. I’m addicted to the two of you.”
Ben slowly pulled from her, enjoying the ease of having her in the swing. Quinten stroked her breastbone and then upward to her throat. “Tummy okay?” Ben appreciated that Quinten had the forethought to ask because his cock looked hard enough to shatter concrete. The fact Quinten asked the question solidified the commitment he’d made to always put her needs first.
“I’m not feeling any queasiness at all. Let’s take advantage of that fact.” She giggled when Quinten growled happily.
Ben moved out of Quinten’s way and went to her side and kissed her, stroking the back of her head. “Come good, sugar?”
Camilla kissed him again, a small, playful, kittenish peck, and nodded happily, sounding like she was enjoying an endorphin rush. “I feel so good. I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”
Speaking of babies. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”
“No. I’m not made of crystal. I’m pretty resilient.”
Ben thought that was a good word to describe her. Resilient. She said she wasn’t made of crystal but she still felt infinitely precious in his arms.
Quinten rustled around at the toy cabinet, chuckled softly, and returned to his position between her widespread thighs. He stroked his cock in one hand and held something small in the other. A look of evil delight in his eyes.
“Quinten has a surprise for you. He looks like he’s ready to give you a good fucking. I hope you’re ready for him.”
Camilla bit her lip and whispered, “I am. I still haven’t completely come down from the last orgasm. I want another one. Oh! Quinten—”
Quinten kneeled between her legs, sucking her clit from the looks of it, and Ben smiled in enjoyment as he watched. His friend glanced over at him, sharing the moment with him as he enjoyed torturing their little dancer. “I noticed a tray of sexy jewelry in your cabinet. Can I try a piece on you?”