Not A Robbery – Surprise

Miranda Baines walked through the front door of her house, sighing as she put the car and door keys into a bowl that sat on a table by the front door. The fifty four year old woman was wearing a black jersey dress, a thin choker round her neck and a string of pearls sitting on top of it, and patterned nylon stockings with a pair of knee length black leather boots over the lower part of her own legs.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her red dyed hair cut short, and whispered “not bad for an old broad” before she walked into the kitchen, the heels of her boots clicking on the linoleum as she did so. What she needed was a drink.

So the gloved hand grabbing her from behind took her completely by surprise, as did the calm male voice that said “do not say a word, do exactly what I say, and you do not get hurt. Nod if you understand.”

Miranda reached up and tried to pull the hand down, but the grip on her was too tight, as the male voice said “I assure you, I am not going to hurt you – now stop struggling and show me you will do as I say.”

Eventually Miranda put her hand down and nodded as the voice said “good. When I take my hand away, I want you to do something for me.”

“And that is?” Miranda whispered.

“Take your dress off.”

“Why…” There was no reply, but she felt a disc pressing on her back, so she swallowed and said “all right” before she reached down and lifted the skirt of her dress, pulling it up over her head – and revealing it was not a choker round her neck. Rather, she was wearing a black nylon body stocking, a floral pattern up the sides of her legs. Under the stocking, she was wearing a black strapless bra, and black knickers.

“Very slowly, turn round and put your hands behind your head.”

As Miranda put her hands on her red hair, she slowly turned and looked at the man standing there. He was tall, thin, and not wearing a mask or a disguise – instead, he had on an open necked shirt and grey flannel trousers, with white shoes, his greying hair neatly cut.

He also had a very real gun in his gloved hand, as he looked Miranda up and down, and said “well, this is a surprise – a very pleasant one. Now, walk in front of me, up the stairs - I want you to go to your bedroom.”

“Why?”

“Joy – move.

“Now.”

Miranda looked again at him, and then nodded slowly as she walked in front of him, taking slow steps as she climbed the stairs and felt him following her up to the upper floor. She was wondering who he was, how he had got in – and what was he going to do next…

“In there.”

Miranda slowly walked into her bedroom, seeing the lamps were already on, casting a dim red light round the room – and she also saw the ropes neatly laid out on the bed, as she realised what he was likely to do next.

“You’re going to tie me up?”

“I am,” he said as he walked over and picked up the first length of rope, and then walked behind her. “Slowly, lower your arms and put your hands behind your back, palm to palm.”

As Miranda complied, she took deep breaths, wondering what his intentions were – and then she felt the rope around her arms, her elbows coming together as the man bound them.

She glanced down, looking at the way her chest had been forced out, and took even deeper breaths as he used a second length to secure her wrists together, leaving her only able to wriggle her fingers as she looked forward.

“Now what?”

“Now,” the man whispered as he reached round from behind, hi signers tracing over her chest, “you still do what I say, if you know what is good for you, my dear lady. And you do know what is good for you, don’t you?”

“What do you mean… Oh…” She felt his fingers tracing over her chest, and a shiver ran down her as he did so.

“Allow me to show you,” the man said quietly as he picked a longer length of rope up from the bed, and then walked behind her. Miranda could see the rope going round her, the length doubled over, and then felt it on her stomach as it was pulled tight, and then came round again above her chest, pulled tight once more.

It was the strangest of feelings, as band after band went round her, with a number of different things going on. Her arms were being forced against her back, and her chest forced up and out even more as the thin fabric stretched over them. It was more than that, though – the bands were pressing on her chest as well, from below and above, and the way they were rubbing on her as they tightened was making her sweat as well…

“Oh,” she finally said as he pulled the band even tighter, and then she felt him doing something against her back – and then she felt him feeding the rope under the lower band on one side, before he pulled the rope up in front of her.

The effect on her was incredibly difficult to describe, as the lower band was pulled up and rubbed on the bra, and then he took the rope around the back of her neck, and back under the other arm, making it even tighter, and ensuring she really could do little more than wriggle…

He walked round and looked at Miranda as she stared back at him, wriggling round and confused at the feelings running through her, before she said “what?”

He smiled as he picked up another length of rope, and passed it round the two bands of rope between her breasts, slowly, steadily pulling tighter as the bands of rope constricted round the base of her breasts, before he said “I trust that is giving you pleasure?”

Miranda wasn’t sure what to say, especially as it was giving her some pleasure as he walked behind her. She glance down as she saw his arm between her legs, pulling the rope back between her legs and then…

“Oh sweet lord,” she whispered as the ropes pressed on her panties, and what was underneath, as he pulled the rope even tighter, and she felt him securing the ends between her arms as well.

“Sit down.”

Slowly, she walked over to the bed, every rope rubbing on her in some way, and then sat on the bed, watching as he knelt in front of her, took more ropes and secured her ankles together, the rope going around and between her legs, the squeak of the rope on leather as he tied the ends off.

Another length was used to secure her legs together below her knees, and a third round her thighs, each band cinched between her legs as well as she controlled her breathing, trying not to move around too much.

“All right, so you’ve tied me up,” Miranda said as she wriggled round when he stood up, trying not to show how she was feeling, “now what?”

“Now,” he said with a smile as he put a gloved hand on her cheek, “now I show you true pleasure.”

“What do you mean,” Miranda whispered as he made her kneel on the floor, and she felt him kneel behind her, his hands coming round and starting to massage her chest, his fingers pressing against the material of the bra.

“Shit – why are you doing this,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.

“”I told you – to show you pleasure,” he whispered into her ear before he kissed her neck, his hands gently probing into her flesh, and Miranda was all too aware of how this was making her feel – especially as she heard a tearing sound, and saw he had torn her body stocking, the cool night air on her bare flesh now as he tore it open down to the rope between her legs. She could feel the dampness there – and knew what was causing it as he pulled her bra down, his fingers now kneading the bare flesh of her breasts as she felt them firming up.

As she wriggled to try and stop him, two other things happened. One was the rope rubbing now on her bare breasts, and between her legs – and the other was the bugle she could feel as he held her against himself, his fingers now teasing her nipples as she closed her eyes.

“You are feeling it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but this is wrong…”

“You have no choice in the matter, dear lady,” the man whispered into her ear as he pinched her nipples, and then secured the end of one length of rope to the crotch rope, draping it over her shoulder before he walked round in front of her.

“No – please, don’t…”

“I want you to do what I tell you,” he said quietly, as he opened his pants, and Miranda saw just how large and erect his cock was. She looked up at him, and then groaned as he took hold of the rope and slowly started to pull it up and down.

“Take it.”

She nodded as she shuffled forward and placed her lips on the tip of his member, gently kissing it before she put her lips over it, then pulled them back with a soft popping sound. She looked at him as he nodded, and then ran her lips up and down it as she started to pull on the rope between her legs, steadily, rhythmically.

In return, she put her lips round his cock and started to move to and fro, using her tongue to caress it as she felt the throbbing on her tongue, felt it engorge even more in her mouth. The rope was also working on her, making her shiver as it rubbed between her legs, making her so damp there, making her feel so good…

He continued to pull on the rope as he closed his eyes, feeling himself grow in her mouth as she bobbed her head to and fro in time with the movement of the rope on her, feeling the throbbing grow in strength, feeling himself start to pulse.

Miranda was aware of this as well, but the motion of the ropes on her was making her so hot, the burning between her legs as intense as the throbbing on her tongue, as she felt herself start to shake as well. She knew what was coming, knew he was making this happen to her – but she wanted it, she wanted it now so badly…

The jerk only made her groan as he pulled harder, and she brought him slowly on, feeling the tip of his cock on the back of her throat as the pulsing grew, and the fire grew hotter within her. She wanted this so badly now…

And then he came in her mouth, the hot salty flow hitting the back of her throat as she made her lips into a seal, swallowing greedily even as she felt the orgasm coming through her. One more tug on the rope and she exploded as she swallowed, feeling the flow between her legs as her whole body shook. She would have screamed, but her mouth was full…

Eventually, he let go of the rope and she moved her head back, gasping as the man looked at her, and replaced his cock in her pants.

“What the hell…”

Miranda watched as he picked the gun up from the bed and turned to look where the female voice had come from, then she saw her daughter Tanya standing there. The twenty six year old had long blonde hair that fell over her shoulders, and was wearing a dark blue jacket over a brown leather mini dress, the zip fastener up the front. The skirt barely covered her crotch, while a pair of over the knee skin-tight black leather boots covered her legs.

“Mum?”

“Hello,” the man said with a smile as he looked at Tanya, and pointed the gun at her, “I am so glad you have arrived as well. I want you to slowly – slowly – raise your hands and put them behind your head.

“I’m sorry, Tanya,” Miranda whispered as she knelt on the floor, the sweat glistening on her skin as a thin white line emerged from the corner of her mouth, “I’m so sorry…” Tanya slowly nodded as she put her hands behind her head, her black purse over her left shoulder, as the man said “walk in here, and stand with your back against the wall – I need to secure something here, and then I will give you my full attention.”

“Mum?”

“Do as he says,” Miranda whispered a Tanya walked to the far side of the room, watching as the man picked up a pair of scissors from the dressing table and cut her mother’s panties away – before he sniffed them and pushed them into her mouth, the crotch rope now sinking into the damp soft flesh before he picked up a roll of white tape and wrapped it tightly round her head.

Making her lie on her side on the floor, he pulled her ankles back and used the loose end of the rope to secure them into place, before he moved the other ropes and placed them with the tape on the dressing table.

“Now,” he said as he smiled at Tanya, “let your purse drop to the floor, remove your jacket and let it fall to the floor, and put your hands behind your head again.”

Tanya slowly nodded as he watched Miranda wriggle round, the ropes moving on her. As she took her jacket off, he noticed the bare shoulders and nodded as she put her hands behind her head again.

“Slowly, walk over to the bed and lie on your back – and keep those hands behind your head until I tell you to.”

Tanya looked at the way her mother was moving as she walked slowly over, and then sat down, moving herself round so that her long legs came to the foot of the bed before she lay down with her hands between her head and the pillow. The man smiled as he took a length of rope and tied one end round her right ankle, then pulled her leg to the side and secured the free end of the rope to the leg of the bed.

“What did you do to my mother,” Tanya said quietly as he secured her other ankle in the same way, so that her legs were spread wide apart, the skirt of her dress rising up.

“Gave her pleasure,” he said quietly as he came to the side of the bed, another length of rope in his hand, “and now it is your turn. Give me your hand.”

“what do you mean,” Tanya whispered a sshe gave him her hand, watching as he tied the rope tightly round her wrist, and then took it above her head, securing it to the headboard as Miranda watched. He then walked round and secured her other wrist so that she lay spread eagled, pulling on the ropes as he smiled at her.

It was the sound of the zip that caught Miranda’s attention, as he slowly pulled it down, opening the brown leather up like a sheet as he exposed her naked body to the cool air, save for the thong she was wearing. A thing he cut away, and then folded into a pad as he said “open your mouth.”

“why, are you going to make medhhnhhuhrnht,” Tanya said as he pushed her thong into her mouth, then took the white tape and tore a long strip off, pressing it gently but firmly down over her mouth so that it formed to the contours of her chin.

“No,” he whispered, “I have something else in mind for you.” Tanya stared at him as he started to massage her chest, feeling his fingers sink into her breasts as she tried to move herself out of the way – without much success.

As she felt his fingers kneading her breasts, however, she was also aware of something stirring within her – a something that was nice, warming as she twisted round. She could feel her breasts firming up s sshe moaned into her thong and the tape, and then she felt something else.

She looked down as he encircled her nipple with his lips and sucked gently, drawing her nipple out and drawing his tongue over it – and the shock that ran through her made her groan.

Especially when he repeated this on the other side, and moved from breast to breast, Tanya closing her eyes and groaning softly as she felt the pressure. It felt so good…

She opened her eyes again as she felt him moving down her body, kissing her belly, her waist, the inside of her legs. As she twisted round, she heard the sound of rope rubbing on leather, as she tried to twist round – and then she arched her back as she felt his lips between her legs.

She had been unaware of how damp, how sensitive she was – but as he gently kissed her there, his tongue licking the juices, she groaned and twisted round, moving her crotch against his face a sshe felt the warmth increase, felt the juices flow.

And then he eased his tongue past the petals, felt it stroke inside her as she opened her eyes wide and screamed. He continued to use his tongue and lips on her, making her squirm, making her groan as the fire grew brighter and brighter inside her…

When it came, she screamed and arched her back, the man not stopping as he licked up all she could give while her body shook. Only when she slumped down onto the bed did he stand up, smiling as he wiped his mouth, and then left the two women lying there, trying to process what had just happened as he walked out…

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