After a month of seeing Ryan I’d had enough. The guy was dull. So when I found myself at a dinner party with his two best mates, Tom and Matthew,, listening to them talking about football, I decided to have some fun. I stopped their conversation dead by telling them that I had magical powers. I took out a couple of dice from my handbag and told these guys that I could predict the result every time I rolled them. They looked skeptical till I cleared the plates from the dinner table and said, ‘Look out for number three.’ Then I rolled the dice out in front of them and sure enough the numbers added up to three. They thought I was lucky and wanted me to try again. I suggested we play a game; I guessed right, one of them had to do a forfeit, but if I got the number wrong, they would decide my punishment. I won the first two rounds and got Matthew to take off his shirt, and Ryan to run around the table like a chicken. How the wankers laughed.
I let them win the next game and they said I had to take off my skirt, which I did and they had a snigger about that. I rolled the dice and won again. This time I told Tom to find some tape to tie Matthew’s hands behind his back. They all looked a bit quizzical but sure enough Tom left the room, came back with a nice roll of black duct tape and did what he was told. A few minutes more and Matthew and Tom were stripped to their underpants, their ankles strapped up with tape and their wrists tied behind their backs. I’d got Ryan to wrap tape round his ankles too.
Matthew was starting to get a bit snotty, claiming the dice were weighted so I lost a round, just to placate him. The next time I won I took the tape and strapped the bastard’s hands to the back of his chair. He didn’t want me to but he had no choice. Rules are rules, after all.
I stood back and looked at them all, nicely trussed up around the dinner table. “Look out for double six,” I said and rolled the dice. Double six it was.
I picked up the duct tape and gagged them one by one. They started wriggling about on their chairs, panic in their eyes. I phoned my mate Raquel and told her what I had done and she said she wanted to come over straight away. She turned up, wearing nothing under her fake fur coat.
We got undressed and I got her to lie on her back on the table with the three guys sitting around her. With a bottle of baby oil in my hand I climbed on top, knelt astride her and started massaging her lovely tits. The guys were obviously stunned and their soft muffled groans of panic soon faded.
Raquel climbed off and fetched two big black rubber strap-ons and we buckled them tight onto our thighs, showing these guys what fun we could have without them. Back on the dining room table we knelt in front of each other and continued to caress each others’ tits, taking it in turns to tip the oil over each other. When we were ready, we moved in close together until we were able to ride each other’s thighs. We rocked and gasped, stopping only occasionally to glance around at these tossers, tied to their chairs, unable to speak. Fuck, it was horny, riding those rubber cocks while they sat there and squirmed. And when we had enough we climbed off the table, got dressed and left them to it, poor bastards.
