Jim had still not managed to say a word as he closed the door behind him and he couldn't take his eyes off Clara. She was stunning, as if she had just stepped out of one of his fantasies. God knows he gave her enough detail about them but she never seemed to warm up to them and then this. She was wearing a black satin corset, black garter belt attached to sheer black stockings and black knee high leather boots. Her hair was lightly curled and flowing over her shoulders and she had made up her beautiful face with dark red lipstick and black eyeliner. She stood silently in the middle of her small studio apartment, one hand on her hip as she waited for him to find his tongue.
"Wow." was all he could get out at first. "I mean... wow." He ran his hands over his head trying to gather himself. She arched an eyebrow.
"You like?" She questioned.
"Oh baby. Yes... Yes I like very much." He was walking towards her now, his arms outstretched. She held up her palm.
"Stop right there." His cock twitched at the sound of authority in her voice.
"Take off your clothes." He could barely scramble out of his jeans and T-shirt fast enough. This was more amazing than anything he could have imagined possible. Once he was completely naked he stood there grinning, waiting for her next instruction.
"Now lie down on the bed." He didn't waste a moment complying. She walked up to the edge of the bed took hold of his right wrist and pulled it up to the headboard. He groaned with pleasure when he felt the cold metal of the handcuff snap over his wrist. She secured both his hands and his feet so that he was spread eagle on her bed. His cock was stiff and straining up towards the ceiling. After she had finished she walked back up the length of the bed, trailing her fingers up his shin, thigh, hips and chest. He shuddered and licked his lips.

"Oh baby, you are so amazing. You have done everything so... so perfectly."
"You think so?" She purred, staring down at him.
"Oh yes." He replied breathless. She smiled and ran a finger over his nipple, letting the nail drag gently over the tip. He inhaled sharply.
"I am glad you are so..." She paused and looked down at his cock, then back at him. "...pleased" she said. As she smiled down at him the doorbell rang. He frowned slightly and then smiled again.
"I guess we'll have to pretend you aren't home." He said. Clara chuckled.
"Now that would just be rude now wouldn't it." She turned and walked slowly towards the door, her beautiful round ass swaying.
"Clara?" Jim's smile faded and he tried to pull himself up. "Clara, what are doing?"
"I am answering the door silly." She answered without looking back at him. When she opened the door he began struggling wildly against the restraints.

"Clara! Clara!" She didn't respond to him as she greeted whoever was at the door. Jim strained to see and caught a glimpse of a large definitely masculine hand wrap around Clara's waist.
"Mmmm..." she sighed. "I am so glad you could make it it"
"Clara! This is not funny anymore. What's going on here?" She walked back into the room leading a tall blond man by the hand.
"Jim meet Mark. Mark, this is Jim." Mark smiled and nodded his head toward Jim who started to struggle again in vain, his cock now wilting from the shock and embarrassment.
"Clara! Untie me now!" She just laughed and shook her head.
"No, Jim. This was your idea, you wanted me to be more adventurous, to tie you up and... What were words? Oh yes `get freaky'. So this is me getting freaky" Jim stopped struggling since it was obviously not going to get him anywhere. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
"Look, Clara, this is not what I meant. Okay? I'm sorry for pushing you on the whole thing but... you've made your point okay? Just untie me. Please?" She laughed and leaned back against Mark and he started caressing her arms and shoulders.
"Hmmm... Let me think about it... Nope." She laughed again at his expression and turned to wrap her arms around Mark. Jim watched as this man bent down and kissed his girlfriend as if he wasn't lying there tied to the bed. Mark's hands slid over her back and down to her naked ass.
"Clara! Stop this! Right now! Clara! Clara!?" She broke away from Mark's embrace for a moment and took a step towards the bed.
"You know if you keep yelling like that, Jim, someone might hear you. Do you really want someone to come in and find you..." She took hold of his cock, which for some reason was rock hard again. "...like this." Jim fell silent and completely gave up his struggle.

He watched Clara turn back to Mark and drop down onto her knees. She stared up at him while he undid his pants and pushed them down around his hips. They were close enough to the bed that Jim could see the veins on Mark's throbbing cock as he slid it into Clara's mouth. Mark was rougher than Jim would ever dare to be with Clara. He grabbed her hair and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She sucked and licked and gagged but she never once asked him to stop or slow down. After a few minutes Mark pulled her to her feet and spun her around. She bent over and braced herself against the bed, her hair brushing over Jim's hip and his still hard cock. Jim couldn't turn away. He was riveted to the vision of his girlfriend being fucked. Clara grunted as Mark slid into her pussy.

"You see Jim, this is how a real man fucks. He doesn't whine and snivel and beg for some stupid bondage fantasy. He... ahh..." Mark cut off her speech with one hard thrust. He didn't bother with any slow smooth strokes he just started right in fucking her hard and fast. Jim watched her breasts slip out of the tight corset and bounce with each thrust. Every movement made her hair stroke maddeningly over his cock and it twitched with every unwitting caress. Mark started to grunt. He thrust in and out three more times and then let out a hoarse yell as he shuddered against her. Clara pushed herself up on one hand, panting, she used the other to smooth the hair away from her face so she could look up at Jim. His cock was still hard and he stared down at her silently. Mark pulled himself out of her, stumbled over to the sofa and collapsed in a slump.

Clara crawled up onto the bed and straddled Jim's stomach, then she slowly started working her way up his torso. Jim's eyes widened as he realized what she was going to do. When her knees reached his shoulders he started shaking his head. She planted her shins over his shoulders her wet gaping pussy positioned right above his mouth. He could smell the strong scent of Mark's spunk in her, see the pink fucked swell of her lips. He didn't say anything just stared up at her, his eyes pleading. She wouldn't do this to him, she couldn't. She lowered herself onto his face, pressing her hot, wet lips against his mouth and as that first tangy sliver of another man's cum slid onto his tongue he felt his Judas cock pulse despite his muffled protests.