We had about a thirty minute bdsm car ride back to my house. I have never been one to waste time when there’s work to be done. And when your work involves a pair of helpless girls, mostly naked, tied up in your buddy’s van, even the laziest bastard would think about being proactive.
You can plan and plan for a cruel bdsm heist like this, but it’s not until it’s actually happening that you bondage orgasm truly appreciate just how clever your own mind is. I had a cup of water bondage from a tasty pseudo-scottish-named-yet-americanized burger chain with a stellar dollar menu.

They also have great straws, you know, the nice thick ones that hard fuck make for good rail-snorting. Oh, I had forgotten to mention, this was the kind of van you’d see a crappy bondage pussy band touring in. Not one of those plush full-sized conversion vans, insane bdsm but the dirty kind, you know, that smelled of lots of swamp-ass from road trips with no A/C. We had removed the center bench seat prior to this whole endeavor, giving us a nice play-space with the back bench still intact to watch from.
So, Tess is on her back, skirt flipped up with female bondage Ashley’s face secured between deliciously thick thighs. I removed both bondage pieces of duct tape covering their mouths. Tess’ pale hips have started a steady squirming; the shame painted on her face like cheap stage makeup. Dom was driving and Joe was twisted around in the passenger seat not wanting to bondage pain miss a second.

At second glance, Dom was only half-driving. He had angled the rear-view extreme slave mirror to point directly at the gorgeous scene playing out before us all; it’d be a miracle if he got us home safely. I was sitting in the back with the girls and reached over for the McD…er… burger chain cup. (However, No fries or chicken nuggets were hurt bondage cunt during the raping of these girls!)
This would be a bondage pics wakeup to remember. I called Joe into the back seat with me. Tess was insane bondage squirming more and more with a precious look of complete and utter frustration. I think she had even forgotten that we were all here and that she was tied up. Her entire focus seemed to be centered on a burning rough bondage need in her crotch, a passed-out girl breathing slowly on her sweet pussy, and her being unable to do anything about it. She was zoned out… not paying any attention to us. I whispered over them to Joe to slowly spread Ashley’s ass cheeks. A bit immature, but nonetheless cruel master bdsm completely amusing, Joe spread her cheeks.
I wanted to take a picture. We had bdsm pics this young, 16 year old asshole, inches above a pretty, wanna-be-goth slave girl lost in trying to pleasure herself on anything she could get to touch her. I dipped the straw in the water, tipped my finger over one end to hold the water in, and slowly started dropping water on Ashley’s asshole.

The first drop landed to no effect. However, the second drop caused her little starfish to pucker involuntarily. With the third drop landing, a tornado of motion ensued. Ashley jerked her head up, screaming, which pulled on the rope on her head, and caused her ankles to fly forward towards her ass, which caused the zoned out Tess to fly into Ashley’s crotch.
Tess, realizing that she was nose-deep in pussy jerked her head back against Ashley’s legs, causing Ashley’s head to swing down and land in her own pussy with force, as Ashley was unprepared for something to pull her head down. The impact of her face, coupled with a good 10 minutes extreme bondage of teasing, sent Tess’ thighs clamping down hard, almost involuntarily, on Ashley’s head for a few seconds, and with Ashley squirming again to get free, the motion sent Tess to girl heaven to the sounds of euphoric screaming. Joe and I started clapping and cheering! Ashley, realizing her predicament, turned her head to the side, with her cheek resting on the very wet slit of her friend. She was outright crying now. Her back jerking and heaving on beat with sniffles and whines and cries.

Tess, with a mixed look of contentment, satisfaction, and complete embarrassment, tried to find the balance point of keeping her head out of her friend’s crotch. Her face was bright red from her exertion and shame. I spoke proudly, “So Ashley, how’d you like your first taste? You must’ve done a great job, your friend here got off faster than a boy in a pussy for the first time!
Hey Joe, what was it one pump or two for your first time?” “Ha! Two and a half strokes… Dom’s sister wasn’t very tight.”