A Sticky Situation (Part 8) (Mature 18+)

Janet and I had already eaten supper, so I decided it would be best to stay to my part of the house the rest of the night. My head was doing flip-flops as I wondered if I were imagining things, or if I really had something to worry about. In the end, I decided it was just my imagination. After all, what could an 18 year old girl do to me that I couldn’t handle?

“Todd,” I heard Janet call up the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you come down and join us? The girls have made us some drinks. It is safe to come down, no one will bite you.”

I heard titters of laughter coming from the twins, obviously sharing in some inside joke. Deciding it wouldn’t due to be stand-offish, I went ahead and joined them. I found a mug of Hot Toddy waiting for me when I got there. Surprisingly it was actually decent.

Shortly after we finished drinks, I was suddenly feeling even more exhausted than I had been feeling. I was beginning to wonder if I were coming down with something, as tired as I had been lately. Bidding my good nights, I lumbered back up to my room, disrobed and collapsed on my bed.

“Why is the world spinning so much?” I asked myself just before I passed out.

~~~~

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. The sun was shining through my open curtain and I wondered how it had gotten opened. I remembered closing it the morning before. When I tried to bring my hand to my eyes, I found that I couldn’t move it. In fact, I couldn’t move either of them, nor my legs. That was when I noticed the ropes binding me to headboard and footboard.

“Good morning, lover boy,” I heard Chelsea say from the corner of my room.

I turned my head to see her sitting in the chair that I usually sit on to put my shoes on in the morning. She was completely naked, pinching her nipples between her fingers and pulling on them, hard. I hate to admit it, but the sight of her stretching her nipples out as far as she could had an immediate effect on me. My cock began to twitch reflexively, growing to its fully erect state.

“Chelsea,” I growled, pulling at my arms and legs fruitlessly.

“Oh, you aren’t going anywhere,” Chelsea said with a wicked grin. “One thing my daddy taught me, was how to tie a knot.”

“Your daddy?” I asked, shaking my head. “You mean…”

“Yeah, the oily bastard may be a queer, but he was my queer.” Chelsea snarled. “Then mama left him, and brought us here. I thought, wow, a new man to break in. Things were going so well too, before mama got in the way again.”

“Got in the way?” I replied hesitantly, wondering what she may have done with Janet.

“Oh, don’t worry about her,” Chelsea said, standing up and crossing to my bed. “She is fine. She is working right now. Oblivious to what is going on here. You on the other hand, well…”

Her hand caressed my chest, running down my abdomen until she reached my crotch. She ran her fingers through my thick mass of pubic hair playfully, before wrapping her soft hand around my throbbing cock. Truthfully, I wasn’t certain if I should be worried, turned on, or both.

She released my shaft, and left the room, coming back with a can of shaving cream, a towel, a razor and a bowl full of steaming water. Placing the towel down between my legs, she pumped the shaving cream into her hand and spread it all over my crotch.

“Toddy, needs a shave,” she said in a childlike voice, taking the razor to my privates and slowly shaving me bald.

It took a long time too, and she had to change the razors twice to just get it done. I could have fought it, but I thought it wasn’t the best idea to fight her while she held a razor near my cock and balls. So I just lay there, trying to urge her to stop verbally, but definitely not fighting it physically.

When she was done, she washed me clean. I don’t remember the last time I had felt so naked, as she looked down on my freshly shaven crotch. I mean, she didn’t leave a stitch of hair on me!

“Much better,” she exclaimed, happy as little girl could be. “You and I are going to have soooo much fun today.”

She climbed up on the bed between my spread legs, pressing her cheek up against my balls and still throbbing cock. She ran her face up and down my ballsack slowly, like she was savoring the feel of a cleanly shaven sack. It was odd, yet extremely intimate at the same time.

I watched as she grabbed my shaft, pulling it back with her hand until it was standing straight up from my body. She licked her lips wantonly, and then slowly ran her tongue from the base of my cock to the head. Her tongue flickered all around my taut skin, teasing me as she explored my shaft like she had never done so before.

I couldn’t help but moan as she pulled me into her mouth and began eagerly sucking on my thick cock. Helpless, I just lay there and moaned as she deep throated me, stroked me, and fondled me until the pre-cum began to ooze from my cockhead. At the first taste of my pending release, she stopped, letting my cock slap back against my abdomen.

“I don’t think so,” she cooed, slipping off the bed and leaving the room as I cooled off.

When she came back in, she was carrying a small bag. Clearing off the table next to my bed, she opened the bag and began laying out everything inside. I watched as a variety of objects appeared from the bag. She lay out feathers, candles, a lighter, nipple clamps, and cock rings. My eyes really got large, however, when she pulled out some lubricant, a butt plug, and finally the largest strap-on dildo I had ever seen.

“Where shall we begin?” she asked me questioningly as she caressed all her toys lovingly.

(To be continued)

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