I knew his “however you want” was just hyperbole, and if this yahoo said he wanted to do something that was against the rules, that Damon would make that restriction clear to him. But still, hearing him offer me up like that sent a little thrill of excitement straight to my pussy.
Garvey — not clear to me if that was his first name or his last name — thought for a second. “Uhh, can I play rough with her knockers?”
“You mean like this?” said Damon, as he drew his hand back and delivered a hard slap to the side of my left boob, making it dance. And making it sting like crazy!
“Ok, I guess I can” Garvey said. He grinned in anticipation.
Good thing I enjoy, and get off on, having my boobs slapped. It seemed likely they’d be getting more of that in the near future. He thought for a few more seconds, and I could almost see the scenes from his favorite pornos flickering behind his eyes.
“Come on her face?”
Damon nodded.
“Stick my finger in her ass?”
Nod.
“Stick my dick in her ass?”
Nod.
“Come in her ass?”
Nod.
The guy apparently had thought that at least one of those wouldn’t be possible, and he seemed a little disappointed that he wasn’t dreaming big enough. He looked around the room, searching for inspiration.
“Uh, dip her tit into that ice bucket?”
“Weird. But, yeah, sure, why not,” said Damon, shrugging.
Garvey took another drink of his beer, and thought some more. He face suddenly showed that I’ve-got-an-idea look, and he said, “Shove this beer bottle up her cunt?”
Nod.
It was one of the new-fangled aluminum ones, and looked hard and probably cold. I hoped he’d at least use the one he was currently drinking, and not a cold one fresh from the fridge.
“What about one of those?” he asked, pointing at a champagne bottle on the extensive wet-bar.
Damon shrugged again, and said, “Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t fit, but hey, you’re welcome to try.”
Oh, thanks a lot Damon! It would certainly not fit, but I’d probably have to endure this guy trying before Damon called a halt to his efforts.
Garvey floated one more idea. “Can I fill her pussy with ice?”
Damon looked quite surprised by that one, and I was too.
“Garvey, you really plan to do all that stuff to her?” Damon said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Looking and sounding defensive, Garvey replied, “Yeah, maybe. So, what about the ice?”
Damon looked over at the wet-bar. “Well, we certainly have plenty of it, so sure. She’s your toy, play with her.”
Satisfied that he could do pretty much any degrading or painful thing he could think of, Garvey licked his lips, and started taking off his suit.
Not surprisingly, since it was the first thing he asked about, he started with my boobs. Damon had staged the scene for Garvey by tying me to one of the straight-backed chairs from the kitchen area of the suite. My ankles were securely roped to the front legs, and my arms were wrapped around the chair back, with my wrists tied together. Picture your classic “kidnapping victim” sort of pose, simple easy bondage you could do in a hotel room. Just add a ball-gag, and there I was.
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