Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

“On your knees!” Manu ordered.

“I can’t,” she answered quietly.

Manu noticed a resignation in her voice that hadn’t been earlier, but he kept his smile to himself. “I said ‘on your knees,’” he responded softly, but there was no mistaking the authority in his voice.

With some effort, she rolled to her side, over her forearm and struggled to her knees. She looked into his eyes, and waited.

After a moment, Manu unbuckled his belt, unhooked his trousers, and let them fall loosely to the floor. Next, with both women’s eyes glued squarely on the tent that was his boxer shorts, he pushed them slowly over his hips and down to the floor. Bending at the waist, he lifted one foot, removed the sock, and then repeated the maneuver with the other foot. As a final measure, he flicked the pile of unwanted close away with his foot.

And he stood there, allowing the two women to examine him, just as he had examined them.

“And now, Sunita Patil,” he said as he stepped in front of the kneeling young women, “I want a blow job.”

For a moment, Sunita just knelt there, staring at the erection, more than nine inches in front of her.

“But . . .” Sunita started to say before Manu cut her off.

“The only hands that will be used are mine. Do you understand?” he asked sternly.

“Yes sir,” she answered softly. All resemblance to the woman who had so recently dominated Rehana Khan disintegrated as Sunita reached out with her open mouth, trying to catch a cock that always seemed to be just out of reach.

After numerous failed attempts to catch the cock, Sunita let out a sigh and looked up at her tormentor. After a several moment stare-down, Sunita finally lowered her eyes, totally defeated.

“Please sir, may I suck your cock?” she asked meekly, barely audible.

“Louder,” Manu implored. “I don’t think Rehana heard you.”

“Please sir,” she repeated, louder this time. “May I suck your cock?”

Manu smiled down at her. “There, now. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Of course you can suck my cock.” With that, he stepped forward slightly, and allowed the tip of his lund to rest against her lips.

For a moment, Sunita was motionless, as if she wasn’t certain how to begin. Glancing sideways, she saw Rehana standing quietly, still bound hand and foot, watching her intently. Without taking her eyes off Rehana, she slid her mouth slowly over his engorged cock, and then slid it off. She repeated the process, slowly picking up the tempo, taking more of him in her with each attack.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the task at hand, feeling a sudden need to please the man, to make him proud of her. And to make Rehana proud. 

She felt him pounding his meat into her, as she thrust her mouth onto him. Together, they established a rhythm, and slowly took it faster and faster, the intensity growing hotter and hotter, until finally, he grabbed the sides of her head and pounded his meat into her.

She could feel his urgency growing as he continued to fuck her mouth until finally, after one massive shove that nearly gagged her, he began to cum, spewing his cum into her mouth, before withdrawing and shooting his load all over her face, her tits, and her hair. Finally finished, Manu staggered backwards and stumbled into a chair.

Sunita, on the other hand, was quickly on her feet, covering the distance between herself and Rehana in two steps. Before she’d even stopped moving, her lips found Rehana’s and the two were locked in a deep, hungry kiss, eagerly sharing the fruits Sunita’s work. 

The kiss was awkward - with one woman bound at the wrist, and the other at the wrist and feet - but that didn’t seem to bother them. 

Finally, they broke it off, but they held their position, their naked bodies standing close together, bosom pressing against bosom. Slowly, Rehana leaned forward and began licking the cum from Sunita’s face, like one cat cleaning another. When she’d finished with the face, she quickly sucked what few globs she could from her hair.

Finished, she turned to Manu with a renewed confidence. “Untie my feet,” she said simply.

Manu looked at her for a moment, then at Sunita. Then he rose to his feet, silently crossed the room and untied her ankles. When he finished, he returned to his seat, never having uttered a word.

“On your knees,” Rehana said to Sunita. She said it simply, but it was clear that she expected to be obeyed. And she was, as the younger woman never hesitated to do as instructed.