He turned an untouchable ice queen into his willing puppet

Estelle absolutely loathed it when her ex Leo kept calling her incessantly. She couldn’t bear his begging, his promises, his empty threats. It drove her up the wall when he sent her lovesick messages, turning himself into a pathetic fool desperate for her attention. But what really, truly got under her skin? When he stopped doing all of that altogether.

At first, she was convinced something terrible must have happened to him—an accident or some catastrophic event that rendered him incapable of picking up his phone to text her that he couldn’t live without her. So, she rang him. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, and just as she was about to hang up, his voice finally came through.

Hearing him again was oddly pleasant. Not that she had the faintest clue what she’d intended to say. Honestly, she wasn’t sure why she agreed when he invited her over for dinner.

Even an hour before the rendezvous, she was tempted to cancel—or better yet, just not show up at all. But then she remembered her stunning new dress, the one that made her look nothing short of divine. The thought of Leo seeing her in it made her smirk, and with that, she decided she’d go.

When Leo opened the door, Estelle couldn’t quite put her finger on it—was it a new cologne, a different haircut? Something about him was unmistakably different, enough that she found herself smiling as she stepped over the threshold. She half-expected him to immediately compliment her appearance, but what caught her off guard was the fact that she had to bite her lip to stop herself from complimenting him instead.

Something had definitely changed.

Drawn by the tantalising aroma wafting from the kitchen, she wandered in and found herself grinning. Leo, who’d never been much of a cook, seemed to have prepared enough food for a small army. She was ready to toss out a teasing remark, but then she saw him standing there, wearing a new shirt and, more noticeably, a new confidence. Somehow, the words melted away, and she let the moment linger.

There wasn’t a bouquet in sight—no token gift either, the sort she’d grown so accustomed to receiving from him. Instead, he simply stepped forward, pulled her close, and before she could even think about stepping back, he kissed her. It wasn’t desperate or lust-driven like before; no, this was a commanding kiss—possessive, controlling.

And she let him.

His hand slid down to her backside, squeezing her so firmly it almost hurt, yanking her sharply against him.

Where did this come from? she wondered, her heart racing. She liked it. She liked this new Leo.

He pushed her down on the sofa in his living room. His hands kneaded her braless breasts through the soft fabric of her dress, her stiff nipples easy to find under the dress. Before she knew it, her dress was off and she was sitting there in nothing but black lace panties and a pair of luxurious red stiletto heels. His lips were still kissing her conqueringly while his large hands played with her breasts. She felt him pinch her nipple, but before she could hiss in pain, his tongue surprised her deep in her throat.

He pounced on her and she let him. She put her knees apart, welcoming him between them, and he didn’t ask.

He started kissing her throat and Estelle closed her eyes excitedly. Then his lips focused on her nipple, sucking and caressing it, and she spun like a satisfied cat. When he kissed her gently on her tummy, she knew where he was going and moved her legs further apart. She looked forward to his lips brushing around her labia and sucking. She loved it and he knew it. This, this was the only reason in the three years they had known each other that she had never blocked him, why she always relented in the end and let him pamper her. He was simply unsurpassed in the way he could caress her clit with his lips and play artfully in her vaginal opening with his tongue.

His lips lingered on her belly for far too long. Her desire grew and when, quite unexpectedly, he took one of her hands first and tied that to a metal loop that hadn’t been there before, she let him. She didn’t resist even when he tied her other hand, now they were helplessly bound apart and he had a clear path to her moist lap.

He began kissing her belly again. Then a little lower, and finally he pulled down her panties. She’d shaved for the last time a week ago, because she definitely wasn’t going to allow any sex tonight, but Leo didn’t seem to mind and continued to aim his tongue and lips at her most sacred – and wet – spot.

But before his lips touched her labia, he took her ankle and tied it to the leg of the sofa. He did the same with the other leg, and now she was half sitting and half lying there, arms AND legs spread, completely surrendered to whatever he might be about to do to her.

She was going crazy with excitement. Why hadn’t he been like this before?

His lips returned to where they had left off, on her lower belly, just inches from her pussy. Then he moved even closer, and just as she knew, eyes closed, that absolutely nothing was standing in the way of him finally sedating her with his skilful lips, the doorbell rang.

To her surprise – and annoyance – he stopped, stood up, straightened his shirt and pants, and headed for the door.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” she yelled after him, but by then he was out of her sight.

With frustration building inside her, barely held back, she heard a man’s voice coming from the front door. In fact, there were several. She was so worked up, she didn’t even want to wait for Leo to send his friends off. It felt like forever—why the hell was he chatting with them for so long?

And then it hit her, and it shocked her.

The voices were closer now. Leo had invited his mates inside!

She kept hoping that this was just a stupid joke from the jerk, this couldn’t be true. Tied up, naked, in the most degrading and exposing position, she watched as the first of the men appeared in the doorway. She closed her eyes, the humiliation! She had expected a surprised reaction, hoping that the strange man, seeing her like this, would turn away in embarrassment and then will piss off. Only she heard no surprise and footsteps approached her, and when she opened her eyes to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, the man, a tall, black-haired man with unshaven stubble, sat in the chair next to her as if he couldn’t possibly have seen her.

She found it hard to believe.

Three more men entered the room in succession, followed by Leo. Each of the men looked her over in pleasure, their eyes not sparing her in the least.

“Nice cunt,” said one, blond, tall, and shouldered.

“She could use a little shave,” remarked the other, shorter, stocky, but with a very attractive face framed by glasses.

“Dinner’s ready,” said Leo. “Who wants a beer?”

The fourth man, the youngest of the foursome, with a shaved head and a tattoo on his neck, offered to help Leo, and together they set a plate of some roasted meat, mashed potatoes and vegetables, and a bottle of open beer in front of each of the men.

“Damn it, Leo,” she finally dared to speak up, “untie me, you son of a bitch. I’m not letting you off the hook for this. You’re not fucking getting away with this!”

All five men started giggling in amusement.

The black-haired one put down his fork and beer and stood up. He reached over, and practically buried his face in her bare lap. She could feel his breath on her naked pussy as he laughed.

“She smells nice and she’s all wet,” he said before returning to his seat.

The one with the glasses stood up and walked over to her as well. Curiously, he poked her clit a few times and she couldn’t help but realize, despite her anger, how turned on she was.

“Fuck you!” She growled.

He smiled, turned to his friends, and said amusedly that it would definitely come to that. Then he turned back to her and, without warning, shoved two fingers into her pussy. He took them out, showed his friends how dewy and wet they were, and then licked them off.

While the men ate and talked about football, she continued to lie there, offered, open, naked and hungry. As if realizing this, the bald man with the tattoo took a piece of roast chicken and offered it to her. He shoved the chicken in front of her face and she, with hesitation, took a bite. When she wanted another bite, he stood up, unzipped his pants with one hand, took out his big hard cock and offered it to her.

Estelle couldn’t believe it herself when she realized she had parted her lips. Even though the man looked quite intimidating, with his muscles and tattoos, he pushed his hard dick gently into her mouth while he tenderly stroked her cheek. While he took a bite out of his chicken, she sucked his cock, looking into his eyes, taking in the sights of the other men who had stopped eating and watched her perform a blow job.

The blond man dropped his fork and slowly approached her. He lowered his head towards her and as she kept sucking the youngest man’s cock, she felt a foreign tongue penetrate her pussy. She arched her spine and offered herself even more, it was a subconscious gesture of arousal, but to her surprise the lips disappeared and her offered, wet cunt was once again on display.

Not for long.

Suddenly she felt a huge, hard cock inside her that she wouldn’t have expected in a blond man. He drove into her hard and deep until she screamed, her head thrust forward sharply, and the tattooed young man was so surprised by the sudden fucking of her tight throat that he ejaculated immediately.

As the blond man passionately fucked her, ankles and hands bound far apart, she had no choice but to hold on and enjoy it. And she did like it. It was tantalizing, and the man definitely knew what he was doing with his big cock. As she moaned loudly as the man skillfully fucked her cunt, her moans getting louder and more intense, she felt herself nearing climax. It was almost there, orgasm practically within reach, when the blond bastard pulled his giant cock out, rubbing his member in a few quick movements, and while he squirted on her belly, she realized in disappointment and frustration that she wasn’t going to have an orgasm. She gritted her teeth.

A black-haired man approached her. She hadn’t even noticed when he had stripped, but he was now completely naked. His penis was only slightly above average, but she was far from any judgement. She was still terribly aroused and didn’t care who or what he put in her wet, itching pussy, she just needed to cum. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this aroused. She was ready to beg, she needed it so badly.

Only instead of the black-haired man starting to fuck her nicely, filling the void in her puckered pussy, he started playing with her tits. He teased her nipples with his thumbs and did it very well, making her feel all the more aroused and needing to feel the hard cock deep inside her.

“Please,” she hissed, but immediately bit her tongue.

She twitched, but her hands and her legs were tied tightly.

The black-haired man was now pushing her large breasts together and shoving his hard, throbbing, veiny cock between them. The man rumbled with excitement as he fucked her breasts. And her wet, open vagina remained painfully empty, pitifully tender and unwanted. Worse, she still sensed an orgasm halfway through and needed cuming very, very badly.

The man played with her stiff nipples with his thumbs while his hard cock slid between her breasts, speeding up. It wasn’t long before he grunted, jerking a few times, and her breasts were covered with a massive load of his cum.

It was the turn of the stocky man with the handsome face. First he reached for the box of cleanex and carefully wiped her breasts and also her belly clean of cum. Then he kissed her tenderly. He stroked her cheek. He told her she was beautiful and she was still half sitting, half lying there, quite naked and very tender, she was sure the wetness in her mouth must be visible.

The man with the handsome face slowly removed his shirt, his undershirt underneath. He carefully folded the shirt and laid it on the chair. All four of the remaining men were now standing around her, watching as the man removed his pants in teasingly slow movements, and while he carefully folded them, Estelle couldn’t help but feel her pelvis moving as if she could, she would have impaled herself on the short but thick penis of the man with the handsome face.

He leaned over her, his hands placed under her thighs and lifted her up, and she waited expectantly for him to finally slide his cock into her wet and wanton cunt.

She didn’t wait.

The man did indeed slide in, hard, brutal and savage, but into what was from her point of view the wrong hole. So while her excited and wanting pussy continued to crave attention, the man began to fuck her ass wildly.

While the four onlookers commented, laughing, some of them fondling their regained erections in their pants, the man she had seen for the first time in her life practiced anal on her, which she absolutely hated. Humiliated, yet still immensely aroused, her pussy desperately empty and wanting, she endured the man cooing in her ear that she had a beautiful cunt, but an even better ass. It didn’t take long for the man to cum in her ass. He reached for the paper towel again and wiped her off before getting dressed again.

Finally, Leo himself stood before her.

“Say,” he said mockingly, “did you miss me?”

She bit her tongue, not saying a word. Her arms were motionless, her legs were spread motionless. But her pelvis was heaving idly in wistful anticipation.

“Yes,” she said at last.

“I have something for you,” Leo said. He pulled his cock, which she knew so intimately, out of his pants and laughed. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t have a present for you.”

He leaned over her. His eyes sparkled and he’d never looked so perfect.

“Tell me, babe,” he continued, “where do you want it?”

She closed her eyes for a moment. If this was all a dream, it was the most erotic dream she’d ever had. And if it was real, it was horrible and terrifying, and the bastard was going to make her pay for the humiliation. But that’s later, much later. She wanted to be furious, she wanted to hate him, but when she opened her eyes and saw him, followed by the four handsome men who’d already taken turns on top of her and still hadn’t given her the orgasm she’d been so desperately close to, she growled.

“I can’t hear,” Leo said with feigned interest. “Can you repeat that, dear?”

“In my cunt,” she screamed. “Fuck my cunt, you fucking bastard.”

“Hm, see, that touched me,” he grabbed his chest in an exaggerated gesture. “Looks like you’re not in the mood. You got a headache? I’m sorry to hear that. Then perhaps I should leave you alone.”

She was still lying there, offered but not fucked. Pleasure vibrated through her body, and she knew the sensation wouldn’t spread itself any further. She needed it. She had to have it. Otherwise she’d go crazy, otherwise she’d scream, she’d cry.

“Fuck my pussy, please,” she said.

“I don’t know,” he said. He brought his hard cock close to her wet vagina, the upper head teasing her pussy lips. “Kind of like my head is starting to hurt.”

“Please,” she moaned. “Stick it in me. Stick your cock in my cunt. Please.”

“I don’t know, one shouldn’t force the other to have sex, that’s what you said. And what did I tell you?”

She looked at him angrily. Her humiliation couldn’t get any worse. It was horrible, she had never wanted sex so badly in her life.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I don’t know,” he said, mimicking her voice. “You don’t sound convincing at all.”

“I love you so much,” she gave up. “I can’t live without you. Please, I’ll never want anything in my life from you again except right here, right now, please fuck my pussy.”

And so he did.

He pushed his hard cock into her and pulled. She squirmed excitedly beneath him, her hips meeting his, and their sex had never been better. It had never been more interactive. And then he cum in her pussy, something she rarely allowed him to do, and the moment she felt his thick, warm cum, she came too.

She screamed at it, freaking out, jerking her limbs tied to the sofa until she almost freed one hand and rubbed the other bloody. Then she stayed lying down, her eyes closed, sweat drying on her naked body. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the five men sit down to eat again, someone brought another beer, and they dined peacefully.

Estelle, now definitely lying down, waited there, hoping it would be a long night.

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