Bedded by Strangers: Fantasies Unleashed 2 Read Online Free PDF

back—unable, not wanting, to move.
    “Jamie,” a voice murmured in my ear, “would you like to play in the shower?”
    I nodded, and let someone carry me, taking me up in his arms. After a few steps, my blindfold was removed. The man holding me had deep brown skin that glistened with sweat that beaded on his tightly curled chest hair. I ran my fingers over it, spreading the sweat, learning the texture, and he bent down to kiss me.
    “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did I fuck you too hard?”
    “No,” I answered, my voice soft. “I’m very okay.”
    He carried me into the bathroom, and the room was now steamy, the shower already on. Someone else opened the shower door from the inside and the man set me gently onto my feet on the tiled floor. The shower was already occupied by three other men, wet but still wearing their masks.
    The shower door closed and the steam warmed my skin as the men reached for me, pulling me under the rain-like water that fell from above. The men soaped my body, massaging, gently rubbing me everywhere as I luxuriated under the warm water and their slippery touch.
    One of them raised my hands above my head and I felt something wrap around my wrists. I looked up, but the cascading water prevented me from seeing whatever was holding my hands.
    I was restrained again, but I didn’t care. Whatever was holding my wrists allowed me to swivel in a full circle as the men continued to caress me, hands sliding everywhere, lips kissing, tongues licking and fingers dipping inside me.
    Outside the frosted glass was a shadow, and I almost wished I had a hand free to clear some of the steam. Based on the deep color, the “someone” standing there was clothed—the voyeur—and knowing he was watching made me want to put on a show. I’d never felt quite so wanton, so wild, so free.
    My energy returned and I arched, trying to touch the men’s cocks with my ass. One of them smacked my butt and the sound was enhanced by the water, making the slap’s bark far worse than its bite. But the bite was still there and the sting spread, heating my skin and fueling my desire. The men continued to explore my body, soaping me, slapping my ass, kissing and nibbling me in places I’d never imagined being nibbled. Realizing that one of my legs could no longer move, I looked down to see that one of the men had fixed some kind of cuff around my ankle that was attached to a bolt on the wall.
    While my head was turned, they clipped my other ankle in, and then tugged on the cords, pulling my legs wider. While my feet were still sliding into position on the slippery floor, a cock entered me from behind, thrusting up and striking all the over-stimulated places inside me.
    A man I couldn’t see held my hips as he drove into me, and I was grateful he wasn’t as big as the last man.
    A blond man with a black sequined mask flipped a switch and the water stopped coming down from the shower above, switching to a spray that surrounded us, striking everywhere from the chest down, tickling or soothing depending on where and how hard it struck.
    The blond man stepped forward, holding a shower nozzle. He traced it over the front of my body, slowly, deliberately, making me jump each time it crossed over my breasts or struck low on my belly. Just as I’d started to get used to the stimulation, he held it over my clit.
    I bucked, rising up off the tiles, and the man fucking me cursed and took a tighter hold on my hips as he continued to drive long strokes deep inside me. Before I could climax, the delicious pressure of the shower nozzle moved away, and roamed again over my belly and breasts, like a hundred fingers performing a gentle caress.
    The man turned a dial on the nozzle, setting it to massage mode, and its force concentrated into tiny pulsing streams. He flicked the punishing water back and forth across my nipples and I cried out, bucking each time, unable to control my muscles. Each pass of the water was like needles poking my