Bound by Lace & Secrets

Julie had friends who talked her into hosting a lingerie and sex toy party for a bunch of women she knew. Afterwards the orders that the women paid for were delivered to her house and she was nice enough to volunteer to drop then off. She had one big order for a good friend of hers named Brittney. When Julie rang the bell at Brittney’s house it took a while and when Brittney opened the door she didn’t open it very far but Julie could see that all she was wearing was a short silky robe. Julie told her she had her order - a big box. Brittney said don’t worry about it she would pick it up from Julie later which was odd. They went back and forth with Brittney trying to get rid of Julie. Eventually the door was pulled open and a large black man asked gruffly who is this. Brittney said it was just a friend. Tyrone reached out and pulled Julie into the house and closed the door. Julie could now see Ty was naked and his huge cock was hanging down. It was obvious that Brittney was cheating on her husband and Ty said we are going to have to figure out how to make sure Julie didn’t disclose Brittney’s affair to anyone. It was concluded that Julie was to be forced to model some of the lingerie Brittney had bought and demonstrate how to use some of the sex toys to put her in a compromising position and have to keep Brittney’s secret so that hers would be kept as well.

**"Delivery Gone Wrong"** Julie shifted the weight of the large box in her arms as the door cracked open. Brittney’s flushed face peeked through, her short silk robe barely clinging to her curves. "Here’s your order," Julie said, frowning. "You really went all out—" "I’ll pick it up later," Brittney interrupted, voice tight. She barely opened the door, but Julie caught the scent of sex lingering in the air. Before Julie could reply, a deep voice growled from behind the door. *"Who the fuck is this?"* A massive black hand yanked the door wide, revealing Ty—naked, muscular, his thick cock swaying between his thighs. Julie’s breath caught. Brittney’s eyes were wide with panic. "She’s just—she’s dropping stuff off." Ty smirked, pulling Julie inside. The door slammed shut. "Now we got a problem," he rumbled, his grip firm on her wrist. "She sees me here, she sees you cheating." Julie’s pulse pounded as Brittney chewed her lip. Ty’s other hand slid up her thigh, his voice low. "Only one way to fix this… You’re gonna show us how all those little toys work."

Ty stated the obvious "Julie wouldn't want it to get out that she test drives all of the products with clients. Here try on this outfit." It was a leather corset that pushed her boobs together but did not go low enough to cover her pussy.

Ty tossed the corset at Julie, his grin predatory. "Go on, put it on. We’ll see how good you are at *demonstrations*." Brittney bit her lip, watching as Julie hesitated. "Just... just do it," she muttered, her fingers tightening on her robe. Julie’s hands trembled as she stripped off her shirt, the cool air prickling her skin. The leather corset laced tight around her waist, squeezing her ribs, her tits spilling over the top. The hem stopped just below her navel, leaving her bare pussy exposed, already glistening with nervous arousal. Ty’s cock twitched as he stepped closer, running a rough thumb over her nipple. "Nice. Now show us how that vibrator works." Brittney handed her the sleek pink toy, her breath shallow. Julie flicked it on, the hum vibrating in her palm. She swallowed hard—then pressed it against her clit. A gasp tore from her lips as pleasure jolted through her. Ty’s laugh was dark, approving. "Good girl. Now let’s see you *really* get into it." His hand wrapped around her throat, just enough to make her pulse jump, as Brittney sank to her knees beside them.

Ty pulled off Brittney's robe getting her fully naked and thrust into her from behind. Julie's nerves were on edge and was begging for them to just let her go she wouldn't tell anyone as Ty continued to fuck Brittney.

Ty ignored Julie’s shaky pleas, his grip on Brittney’s hips tightening as he buried himself deeper. Brittney moaned, arching back against him, her fingers clawing at the couch as his thick cock stretched her—the slick sound of their bodies filling the room. Julie’s breath came in shallow gasps, the vibrator still buzzing against her clit, her body betraying her with each involuntary twitch of pleasure. "Look at her," Ty growled, thrusting harder. "Watching us like a little pervert. Bet that toy ain’t enough now, huh?" Brittney whimpered, turning her head to stare at Julie through hooded eyes. "Sh-she’s soaking," she panted. "Fuck, Ty—make her touch herself properly." Julie’s cheeks burned, but her fingers obeyed, circling her clit faster as Ty’s thrusts turned brutal. Brittney’s cries grew louder, her thighs trembling. "Good girls don’t leave mid-show," Ty muttered, his free hand snatching Julie’s wrist. "You finish what you started." He forced her fingers inside herself—slow, then deep—matching his rhythm. Julie’s whimper mingled with Brittney’s moans. Escape wasn’t an option anymore.

While Julie was still begging them to let her go. Ty then stated as if he had a genius idea "I know how we can make sure she doesn't tell anyone". And he pushed Brittney's face into Julie's pussy as he pulled his cock out of Britnney's cunt and drove it into her ass.

Ty’s grin widened as Julie’s protests were muffled by Brittney’s mouth pressing between her thighs. He dragged his cock free from Brittney’s dripping pussy, lining himself up with her tight ass instead. “Hold her still,” he ordered, and Brittney obeyed, gripping Julie’s hips as she licked slow, deliberate stripes up her trembling slit. Julie’s back arched—disgust and pleasure twisting together—as Ty slammed into Brittney’s ass in one brutal thrust. Brittney moaned against Julie’s pussy, the vibration making Julie’s thighs jerk. “There we go,” Ty growled, pumping hard. “Now she’s *involved*. No backing out.” Brittney’s tongue circled Julie’s clit, relentless, while Ty’s thrusts rocked them both forward. Julie’s fingers twisted in Brittney’s hair, unsure if she was pushing her away or pulling her closer. The room stank of sweat and sex, the air thick with choked moans. Ty’s hand snaked between Brittney’s legs, fingers rubbing her clit in rough circles. “You both take it so fucking well,” he muttered, breath ragged. “Might as well keep you.” Julie shivered—terror and arousal coiled tight in her belly—as Brittney’s lips sealed over her clit, sucking hard.

Ty reached over into the box that Julie had brought and said "remember what we started with - Julie was going to help demonstrate the toys. Brittney put this on". He handed Brittney a large strap on cock and said "you know how Julie can help demonstrate".

Ty buckled the strap-on around Brittney’s hips with a sharp tug, the thick silicone cock bobbing between her thighs. Brittney bit her lip, running a hand down the length before Ty slapped her ass hard. *“Demonstrate,”* he ordered, stepping back to admire his work—Brittney’s ass still stretched around his cock, her new toy glistening with lube. Julie’s breath hitched as Brittney crawled toward her, the strap-on pressing against her inner thigh. “N-no—!” Brittney silenced her with a rough kiss, fingers digging into Julie’s hips as she nudged the head against her entrance. “You wanted to *help,*” she breathed, mocking. Ty’s thrusts rocked Brittney forward, forcing the toy deeper into Julie in one slick slide. Julie cried out, back arching as Brittney’s hips snapped against hers, fucking her in time with Ty’s brutal pace. “That’s it,” Ty groaned, gripping Brittney’s waist. “Show her how we *share*.” Brittney’s moan was muffled against Julie’s neck as the dual sensations tore through her—Ty’s cock stretching her ass, Julie’s cunt clenching around the strap-on. Julie’s nails scraped down Brittney’s back, her body betraying her with every shuddering gasp. The box of toys rattled as Ty kicked it aside, eyes dark with hunger. *“Keep going.”*

Brittney's rhythm grew erratic, her hips jerking between Ty's deep thrusts and the tight heat of Julie's pussy. Julie's moans turned sharp as the strap-on hit that sweet spot inside her, her thighs trembling against Brittney's waist. Ty chuckled, slowing his pace just enough to make Brittney whimper. "Look at her," he growled, dragging Brittney's head back by her hair. "She's *dripping* all over your toy." Brittney moaned, grinding the strap-on harder into Julie. "Fuck—feels like she's trying to milk it." Julie's hands flew to her own breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as pleasure overrode her resistance. Ty reached down, circling Brittney's clit with rough fingers. "Come on her. Let her feel it." Brittney's back arched as she came, the vibrations of her desperate moans making Julie clench around the toy. Julie gasped, her own orgasm crashing over her—wave after wave of shameful, dizzying pleasure. Ty didn't stop, fucking Brittney through it, his grip tightening on her hips. "Good girls," he muttered. "Now flip her over. I want her ass next."

Brittney’s fingers dug into Julie’s waist, flipping her onto her stomach with a rough shove. Julie gasped, face pressed into the sheets as Brittney yanked her hips up, spreading her cheeks with one hand while repositioning the strap-on with the other. Ty stepped back just long enough to slick his cock again before lining up with Brittney’s ass. “Hold her open,” he ordered, voice rough. Brittney obeyed, thumbs spreading Julie’s tight hole while the fat head of the toy pushed against her pussy from behind. Julie whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets as Ty slammed back into Brittney, forcing the strap-on deeper. The double penetration made Julie scream, her body jolting forward with each of Ty’s punishing thrusts. Brittney moaned, her own pleasure mounting again as she was fucked into Julie, the toy’s base grinding against her clit with every movement. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Brittney panted, nails leaving marks on Julie’s hips. Ty only grunted in response, one hand fisting Brittney’s hair to yank her back against his chest as his pace turned ruthless. Julie’s choked sobs mixed with pleasure, her body surrendering to the relentless rhythm. Ty’s breath was hot against Brittney’s ear. “Make her come again. Then it’s your turn.”