Modest Cougar Hunting

The town square was as busy as usual, the cafes round the sides serving customers tea, coffee, and if they desired the hookah pipe. From their seat, they watched the two women carefully as they placed the hookah between them and started to talk while inhaling.

Both looked to be in late middle age. The one on the left was wearing a blue and black patterned smock top, the sleeves coming to her elbows and with a black collar and cuffs, as well as black leggings and knee length tan leather boots. A black turban covered her hair. The second woman was slightly younger, and was wearing a leopard print smock top with a tiered edge at the bottom, cream pants and the same style of tan leather boots. A brown scarf covered her hair and head.

“Sisters?”

“I would say so – but shall we visit them?”

“Oh yes, we shall – let us watch for the moment…”

As the two women got off the bus and walked past the houses, the two men followed quietly behind, talking to each other before they walked them into a cottage with a thatched roof. Looking at each other, they then turned and headed to a nearby store.

“Coffee?”

“Please Fatima,” Selina said as she removed her glasses and sat on the wooden seat. She stretched her legs out and looked at her boots, the brown contrasting with her black leggings, before she closed her eyes and relaxed.

“Hello.”

Selina opened her eyes wide as she inhaled the scent of leather, felt the gloved hand as it was pressed down firmly over her mouth, and saw the man smiling at her, the black balaclava covering his head, only his eyes and mouth visible.

“Remain calm, don’t scream, don’t shout, and we will all have some fun, understood?”

“Did you say something,” Fatima called back from the kitchen. There was no reply, ash she shook her head and watched the coffee making its slow way through thew filter.

The shock when she was grabbed from behind, and a leather gloved hand went over her mouth, made her let out a muffled yelp as she struggled against whoever was holding her.

“Stop struggling,” a deep male voice said, “you’ll only hurt yourself, and you don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?”

“Hhhruh?”

“Well, that would be telling,” he said with a smile as she looked into the deep blue eyes – the only things visible from his face. “Right now, I need you to stop struggling – although I must admit, I do like the feeling.”

Fatima suddenly realised what she was rubbing against as she stopped, looking up into his eyes.

“Pity – but who knows what may happen later. Now, if I take my hand away, are you going to scream? Because if you are, I need to make sure you cannot, and that may not be too pleasant.”

Fatima thought for a moment, and then shook her head. “Good,” the man said as he removed his hand, “now, remain calm, and put your hands behind your back.”

As the hand was taken away, Fatima whispered “why?”

“Because I told you to. Now, put your hands behind your back.”

As she complied, Fatima felt the man crossing her wrists, and then she felt some sort of rope rubbing on them as he secured them tightly together. She flexed her fingers, trying to process what was going on as she felt the hands gripping her arms, strong, firm.

“Now, we are going to join my friend and your sister.”

“She is not my sister.”

“No – then who is she to you?”

Fatima blushed, and said “she is my – partner.”

She looked at the man as he walked round and stood in front of her – wearing a shirt and pants, with the black balaclava over his head.

“IT is my understanding that your faith frowns on such relationships.”

“Can one deny true love, whatever form it takes?”

The man looked at her, and then slowly nodded as he said “very true – shall we then?”

“FATIMA! If you have hurt her in any way?”

Selina glared at the man as he walked in with Fatima, then calmed as her partner said “no, he has not hurt me. Are you all right?”

“I am not sure,” Selina said as she tried to twist round. Her hands were also behind her back, but her arms were held against her sides by two bands of rope which framed her chest, stretching her top over her breasts. “It feels – strange?”

“I can imagine…”

“You can do more than imagine,” her captor said as the second masked man handed him a longer length of rope, which he doubled over in his gloved hands and then passed it round her body, pulling her arms tightly against her sides as it sat under her own chest. She felt the bands tightening as he wound the rope round her, the bands pressing up and down on her breasts – and she noticed the way they were forced out as each band had another layer added to it.

“What are you doing?”

She glanced over to Selina as she watched her binder – a smaller, possibly younger man – taking rope under one arm and pulling it up as his gloved hands stroked her chest.

“Please, do not hurt her – oh…”

She gasped as she felt the back of the gloved hand on her own chest, and clanked down to see her printed dress stretched tightly over them, as her own binder pulled rope up and back to take it around the back of her neck. She felt the rope on her neck, even with the scarf tied there, before it was taken under her other arm and then pulled tight.

“Fatima – it feels…”

“I know,” Fatima said as she looked at Selina. Her breasts were now far more prominent with the top stretched tightly over them, and she could see the beads of sweat on her face as she stood there. “I know how it feels to me – how do I look to you?”

“honestly?”

“Always,” Fatima said as she was pushed over to her partner. “how do I look?”

“Beautiful,” Selina whispered as she walked slowly over, and then kissed Fatima as the two masked men watched.

“Oh how nice – they get to share a moment,” the one who had bound Selina said with a smile.

“Indulge them – they will make us happy soon enough,” his partner said as he looked at them. “In fact, let’s help them to be happy as well.”

“What are you going to do,” Selina said as they watched the two men take from a bag two more long lengths of rope, and then walk towards them.

“Allow you to feel the pleasure we wish to give,” he said quietly as he passed the doubled over rope under the two bands, between Selina’s breasts, and then fed the ends through the centre loop, pulling them down as the bands tightened even more around them.

“Oh,” she whispered as she watched the second man do the same to Fatima, “are they going to…”

“I think they are,” Fatima whispered as they walked behind the two men, and then they felt the rope as it was pulled up and back, raising the skirt of Fatima’s dress and the hem of Selina’s smock up as it was pulled firmly, and then they felt the men secure the ends to the other ropes behind their backs. Fatima twisted round, and then let out a soft moan as she looked at Selina.

“It feels – good. This is wrong, my love, and yet…”

“I understand,” Selina whispered as they were forced to walk out of the room, the ropes rubbing on them as she felt the sweat on her own body. “All we can do is pray they only do this to us…”

“We shall see,” their captor replied with a smile as they were made to walk up the stairs, each step increasing the feeling as the ropes rubbed, and then were forced to go into the master bedroom. “For now, sit on the bed.”

As they sat down, Selina looked at Fatima, and then whispered “kiss me?” Her lover nodded as they pressed their lips together, as she felt her ankles being drawn together with more rope from the bag the masked men had carried up with them.

The two men looked at each other as they wound the rope around and between the ankles of both Selina and Fatima, the two women’s kiss getting more passionate as they secured their ankles, and then secured their legs together below their knees.

“You know, usually we insist on slightly – less dress for those we visit,” the man said quietly as Fatima and Selina tried to move their legs, “today, we go differently. Kneel down facing each other.”

“Should we be grateful,” Selina said as she looked at him, but they both complied as they knelt down, the two men kneeling behind them, “and what are you planning to… Oh…”

“Oh…” Fatima said in a low whisper as she felt the gloved hands on her chest, gently kneading her breasts as they sat within the rope harness. She looked at Selina, who was closing her eyes as the masked man kneaded her chest as well, and nodded as she felt a strange warmth starting to spread over her body. She twisted round as he continued the massage, making the rope rub on her between her legs.

At the same time, she felt with her fingers the bulge, sensed the effect she was having on him, and whispered “are you going to take us?”

“No – but we will make you both feel pleasure, and we ask you to give us pleasure when the time comes,” he whispered into her ear as he squeezed her breasts, Fatima nodding as she closed her eyes and felt the bulge grow larger as she twisted round.

“Do you… Do you know what this is doing to me,” Selina whispered as she looked at the man who was massaging her.

“I can tell – can you tell what it is doing to me?”

“I believe so,” Selina whispered as she twisted under his firm embrace. “Do you intend to…”

“No -we have respect for your faith, and your position,” he whispered, “but that does not mean we do not want you to do something to us.”

“What… Oh…” Selina groaned as she felt a dampness between her legs, and said “if… If that is the case, and you must leave us, do something for us?”

“and that is?”

Fatima watched as Selina whispered to her captor, and then groaned as that feeling she was experiencing started to run through her, like a series of tiny electric shocks as she felt her own dampness.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “if we are to do this, do it soon. I can feel you are ready…”

He looked over at his partner, who nodded as they both stood and walked in front of Fatima and Selina. They looked up as they opened the front of their pants, saw what appeared, and looked at each other as Selina said “we have no choice, do we?”

“No – but what did you say to him?”

“You will see,” she whispered back before she turned her head and gently kissed the tip of the erect member that was in front of her, then opened her mouth as she placed her lips over it, then pulled back. Fatima nodded as she did the same to the sight in front of her, and then they both took the cocks in their mouths, felt the gloved hand son their heads as they used their tongues to paly with the base of the organs, and felt the pulsing there as they started to grow in response to their attentions.

“Hmhghdd,” Fatima whispered as she glanced to the side, seeing Selina nod as they both started to bob their heads to and fro, the masked men groaning as the attentions had the desired effect on both of them. There was something else though – as they did this, the ropes between their own legs moved, and the fire and sensations were fanned, grew stronger as their own bodies felt damp, warm, so good.

“Hnhhh,” Selina finally said as the hot sticky flow hit the back of het throat, Fatima nodding as they were forced to take all the two men had to give. It seemed to last an eternity, especially as their own bodies started to shake, but eventually they pulled their heads back, gasping as the two men looked at each other.

They each took a handkerchief from their pockets, wiping their cocks before they replaced them in their pants, and then kneeling as hey wiped the mouths of the bound women.

“Now… Now what,” Fatima whispered.

“Now? Open your mouth.” As she complied, she felt the damp cotton as it was pushed in and then she closed her lips over it. Looking at Selina, she saw her partner having the soiled handkerchief pushed into her mouth as well, as her binder stood and walked to the bag, taking out a roll of white tape and peeling a long, wide length from it.

“We want you both to be comfortable,” he said a she handed the roll of tape to his partner, and then pressed the length down over Fatima’s mouth, further silencing her before he helped her to stand and shuffle over to the bed. As she lay on her side, she hard Selina’s moans getting softer a she found more rope, and then pulled her bound ankles back. She could feel the heels of her boots with her fingers as he secured her ankles to the rope that was running between her legs, and then she looked at Selina. The shape of her lips was clear under the white tape as her captor pulled her ankles back, and secured them into place as well.

“Nhwhgt?”

“Dhntwhrree,” Selina mumbled as her captor said “I’ll follow in a few minutes – you search the house.” His partner nodded a she walked off, and he looked in a bedside drawer.

“Uthldhm?”

“Hhssss – whnht,” Selina said, her lips forming into a smile as the masked man held two small white lozenges in his hand. Fatima watched as he pressed on one, and heard the buzzing as he fed it under the rope that ran between Selina’s legs.

“Hyhsss,” her partner moaned as the masked man walked round, and fed the second lozenge under the rope between Fatima’s legs. She felt the vibrations there, and nodded as Selina pressed her taped lips against hers.

“Enjoy,” the man said quietly as he left, closing the door behind himself.

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