Two Chairs
written by:
elnino

James was a pragmatic man. A man of more than a few talents, and someone who was generally admired for not letting any situation get the better of him. But for the life of him, he couldn't work out what had just happened. He awoke, or at least he thought he awoke (his head was a bit woozy) to pitch darkness and silence. His body seemed numb, and the air faintly smelled... of sweat.

His sweat... That spurred his memory: he had been on his evening run around the lake; he had looked at his watch and noticed he'd been going for 31 minutes, and he had one and half kilometres to go, and then... blank. Nothing.

Now he was here, wherever that was. He turns his head from side to side, trying to see something, but there is nothing. He hears the sound of his hair rustling against a headrest, made of cool leather. In a moment the disorientation resolves itself into the fact he was sitting, leaning back in an inclined leather chair; his hands encased in gloves and tied behind him; his ankles cuffed to foot rests, his shoulders strapped to the chair. He turns his head again, realising that the darkness is the product of the thick black blindfold over his eyes.

He flexes his hands briefly, and then pulls against the ties with the force of a seasoned fireman. His hands don't budge; he wasn't going anywhere. He licks his lips (his mouth seems dry), and clears his throat.

"Hello?" he calls tentatively.

Alison had woken to the sound of a man bracing against something, grunting with effort and trying again. She looked around and saw only darkness. The sound of his voice now seems to come from directly in front of her. She doesn't respond at first, uncertain. She tries moving her hands first: they are stuck at her sides, cuffed at the wrists, but not completely immobile. She tries again, and in pulling her right hand towards her face she is startled to hear chain link loudly clinking through a bracket. In her surprise she stops and feels a weight on the end of the chain pull her hand back to her side.

"Hello?" James calls, more urgently.

"Hi?" Alison responds nervously.

"What's going on here? James says. "Why am I tied up?"

"I don't know," Alison says, struggling to get any sense of where she is. "I think..." she wriggles against the straps around her ankles and shoulders. She had come to realise that she too was restrained in a leather chair. What disturbs her most is the feeling of being completely, utterly naked, with no idea who or what was watching. "I'm tied up too. I can't see anything." She struggles briefly before whimpering with frustration.

James was feeling like felt like he'd heard her voice before. His gut said it was trustworthy. "I can't see anything either. Have they put a blindfold on you too? Can you reach it?"

"I think so." Alison started pulling her hand to her face again, chain clinking as she moved. The chain allowed her just enough length to touch the soft velvety fabric over her eyes. "Yes I can feel it."

Craning her neck she started wiggling the mask up and over her eyes, then off the top of her head. The mask stayed entangled in her dark brown locks of hair, but when she sees James, sitting in front and slightly below her, she realises it isn't for the first time. "I know you."

"How is that?"

"I've seen you running around the lake, right?"

"Yeah that's me." At last James placed the voice. Only earlier tonight he had run past her as she did her warm up stretches while she chatted to someone on her phone. He had done so on several occasions now, each time noticing her spectacular slender figure, deep brown eyes and hair.

Alison starts to struggle at her leg restraints more forcefully, but it is futile. A quick glance reveals a darkened, featureless room, with a splendidly toned, naked man in front of her. She had noticed him several times lately, and only half admitted to herself that the reason she'd rushed through the rest of her stretches this evening was in the hope of catching up to him. Something about his chiselled jaw and nervous smile did wonders for her.

Looking at their predicament now, she could think of plenty of ways she would rather have met him. In fact, pretty much anything that didn't involve her legs being strapped in restraints and her pussy being spread wide in front of him would have been fine. She was thankful he still had his blindfold on. She made the mistake of looking down between her legs, to see that his manhood was only a foot below her unprotected pussy. He was circumcised. And big.

James heard her intake of breath. "What is it? What can you see?"

Alison froze, feeling like she'd been caught out. "Uh... I can't see anything. I mean, the room is small and... there's a camera." She looked around, "no wait, there's two, three, four of them..." she sees more but stops counting, "fuck."

"Um, ok" James hesitated before asking the question burning on his mind. "Are you naked too?"

"Yes," Alison says.

James says nothing, but his rapidly hardening dick said everything that was on his mind. Alison watched intently as it stood to attention, the ridge of his cockhead standing proud above the shaft. She wondered what it would feel like inside her...

"They want us to have sex," Alison says. "But I'm not sure how..."

Her words catch in her throat at the sounds of a machine thrumming to life below her. A moment later her chair begins to move forward, driving her pussy smoothly towards James' face.

"What's happening?" James asks, alarmed at the noise.

"My chair is moving." Alison says. She is acutely aware of the vibrations of the chair as it moves her rapidly moistening pussy up to his face. She sees how her chair is constructed, the leather supporting her upper thighs but leaving room for his head. She wonders if he can smell her yet.

The machine stops moving, leaving her pussy inches from his mouth. He can't see anything through his blindfold.

He inhales once, then exhales on her lips, tickling the small strip of pubic hair she allowed to grow on her mound. James says: "Is that what I think it is?"

Alison can barely breathe, "Yes."

James can smell her sweet aroma strongly now, and wonders if there is anything they could do to get out of this. He didn't like the idea of being forced to do anything.

"I don't have to do this, you know..."

"I don't think we have much choice..." Alison can feel her heart pounding in her ears. The exposure is as exhilarating as it is terrifying. The restraints over her shoulders keep her body firmly in place. "It's probably best to play along with it for the moment." Did she really just say that?

"Ok. Just one thing..." James said. "What's your name?"

"Alison... It's Alison"

"I'm James."

"Nice to meet you...ooooh"

His tongue parts the outer folds of her pussy as he licks from the bottom of her slit, up past her urethra to just below her clit. Repeating it more slowly and more lightly makes her moan. She shuts her eyes as he starts lapping lower then higher, tracing the edges of her lips and then plunging his tongue deep into her pussy.

She starts grinding against his face, her hands cupping her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples. Some pervert wanted a show right? She would go along with it until they found a way to escape, which means she would keep her eyes open, looking around... and... and... oh who was she kidding? This man was doing amazing things to her with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, you're good"

He dives in further at her encouragement, spitting and blowing on her folds as she starts to breathe rapidly. He turns his face to one side, running his teeth down one thigh before biting gently on the other. He returns to his tongue lashing of her pussy, starting up a rhythmic lapping once more up and down, up and down.

"James, oh fuck James."

He starts to concentrate more and more on her clit. Flicking up and down over it, swiping sideways across it, feeling it swell in his lips. He sucks on it gently and her hips start to buck as she comes for the first time; a shuddering, twitching avalanche of pleasure. He feels her juices thick on his chin, dripping onto his chest. He gets back to his rhythmic licking.

Alison feels the spasms roll up her chest and down her legs. Her round breasts heave with the motion of her hips as she grinds into his mouth. She whimpers at being tied down and not being able to move freely.

"Oh god, oh god I love your tongue!"

James is enjoying pleasuring the woman in front of him, but trying to think how he might find a way out. Maybe if she could reach around him to untie him they could get somewhere. But it seemed a long shot: his restraints were very secure. If anything he was growing harder because of them.

His distraction must have shown: All of a sudden her pussy is pulled from his lips, to her surprise as much as his.

"Alison?" he says.

"Come back!" she says wistfully, only having a moment to look around before her chair begins tipping forward, her spread pussy centred directly over his erect cock. She's so aroused she can't wait to get his rod inside her. She reaches forward and pulls his mask off before she has time to think better of it.

James opens his eyes to see the gorgeous brunette breathing heavily from the orgasm she's just had. Her breasts are perfect hemispheres with small dark areolae. Her legs are strapped open wide, exposing a perfect set of pussy lips to his eyes. After a moment, he looks up to her wide brown eyes and smiles briefly: Yes he is enjoying this, he wishes it had happened another way. He didn't like where this might be going.

The chair lowers her pussy lips until they touch the head of his cock. She shifts her pelvis until he slides inside her, a moan escaping her lips as she feels his member spread her wide. Alison's chair has stopped moving. It holds her in that position, every movement making her aware of his size and him aware of her tightness. She whimpers at the tension, wanting to feel him deep inside her but unable to reach any further.

James flexes his abs, realising that his hips are the one part of him that isn't restrained. He pushes up into her, burying half his cock inside her with one movement. She cries out in relief "Yes, yes, fuck me James. Fuck me hard!"

He starts up a slow rhythm, pushing deeper as he feels her pussy accommodating his size. It's hard work with the restraints, but easy when he sees what it's doing to her. Her stomach is quivering with the spasms that are radiating from her lips and clit. James changes his angle, feeling his cockhead rub against the roof of her pussy and then against the back as her moist toned mound engulfs him with each stroke.

"Don't stop, don't ever stop."

They don't stop, even as both chairs start moving this time, laying him on his back and lowering her so she can ride him properly. Her chained hands come forward to feel his muscular chest, her knees coming to rest against the cool leather of his chair as she gyrates over his hips. She bounces on him more freely now, her swollen lips accepting him with ease in the need for orgasm.

He keeps moving underneath her, each stroke bringing him a little closer to orgasm. He tries to ward it off by thinking about something else, noticing the construction of the ceiling in the reflected light: they were definitely in somebody's basement, probably one of the housing complexes just north of the lake. Good to know if they ever got out of here.

James is brought back to the moment by the intense feeling of Alison's pussy spasming around his dick. She stares at him with wide eyes as she comes, grimacing with the intensity of her spasms. "Fuck, I'm coming, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

The sensations in his dick are about to push him over the edge when James feels Alison being unceremoniously lifted off him into the air by the chair. Alison's shriek of frustration combines with the sounds of chain link clinking through the bracket as her hand dives to her clit to keep up the stimulation. Her moans punctuate her speech as she starts looking around and yelling at the unseen viewers.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT? (oh fuck) JUST LET ME FUCK HIM! (oooh god oh oh fuck) I'LL DO ANYTHING! (fucking god) PLEASE"

As if in answer, James' chair raises him up to sitting and his legs are forcibly parted to make room for her as she is lowered to the ground on her knees between them. Alison reaches forward to grab him with her right hand as she continues to pleasure herself with her left. She looks up to his face as she takes him in her mouth, gagging as she feels the mass of his cockhead touch the back of her throat for the first time. He feels her withdraw, spit on him and massage the fluid into his shaft with her hand before taking him in her mouth again. James groans as she swallows his shaft down her throat and forces her lips hard around the base of his cock.

James has to close his eyes; the gorgeous sight between his legs is almost too much. He hears and feels her withdraw back off him, take a breath and start bobbing up and down in rhythm. He feels her moan as her own pussy spasms. He strains to get his hands free, not to escape this time but so he can take her hair in his hand. No such luck. He opens his eyes to look down at the ribbons of her hair moving over his legs as she sucks his dick. Sees the way her lips purse around him as she moves up and down. Feels her concentrate on the sensitive area around the ridge of his cockhead. He almost can't help it as he starts moving his hips more forcefully, fucking her face as he matches her stroke for stroke.

"Oh fuck," he says, "I'm going to come if you keep this up."

She looks up at him, smiling with her eyes before diving in with renewed urgency. Up and down she glides, finding the perfect amount of friction with her lips before forcing him down her throat again, repeatedly this time as her throat becomes an extension of her mouth. She moans again as her clit spasms, catching her breath and pulling herself off his dick with a pop. She dives in again, but they both hear the whirring sound of machinery that indicates the chairs are about to move again.

Alison's chair starts lifting her off his cock, and she gets a few last strokes in before she can't reach any more. She grins this time, writhing in anticipation of feeling him inside her again. "Yes... oh yes." Alison could almost feel his semen exploding into her pussy. She gives herself over to acting the part of the nymphomaniac porn star. With James it was easy, and this must be what they want. Her chair begins tipping her back on her back missionary style, and he is raised up to standing. They both look down as his ankle cuffs click open so he can put his feet on the floor and move his legs freely, even if his arms are still tied behind his backrest.

"Are you going to fuck me James? And fuck me like you mean it?" She says, her eyes wide with anticipation as her chair finishes moving.

"Yeah" he says, not needing much encouragement, as his chair starts marching him forward. "I'm going to fuck you like I wanted to the first time I saw you."

"Oh yes?" Curiosity. "When was that?"

"A few months ago." He smiles at the memory. "You were wearing these cute black pants that hug your hugged your arse like you weren't wearing anything at all."

"Yes I remember," says Alison with a smile. "And you were wearing that group training singlet... what are you? Some kind of emergency services?"

"Fireman," agrees James as his chair finishes pushing him forward, the tip of his cock brushing her sensitively swollen lips.

"Mmmm" she moans as she reaches forward to grab his cock and guide it inside her. "Well fuck me Mr fireman. Fuck me hard."

James leans into it, ramming his pelvis against hers and his cock deep inside her in evenly spaced thrusts a second apart. He grins as the first gets a gasp out of her, and each successive thrust a moan. "Like that?"

"Yes... yes... oh god YES!"

He breaks the rhythm for a moment, moving the head of his cock in slow rocking motions just inside her lips. "My turn: what do you do, Alison?" Just as she starts to answer he resumes pounding into her in hard evenly spaced thrusts.

"I'm a... (oooh) I'm a... (oh fuck yes) dance (ah) in..STRUCT...tor."

James meets Alison's smile as he quickens the pace. Both of her hands go to her breasts, holding and pinching her nipples as the leather straps holding them to the chairs start to groan with the ferocity of the fucking he gives her.

Her head arches back in the seat as she is shaken with the motion of his pounding, her moans turning into screams of pleasure. He grunts as the sweat trickles down his brow, his chest, abs, and buttocks flexing as he pounds into her with an ever increasing pulse.

She starts shaking with renewed orgasms, the pulse from her pussy and clit radiating throughout her body. She strains against the ankle cuffs, wanting to wrap him with her legs, and failing, but the extra tension down her legs just sets up a new round of spasming.

She starts talking quickly "Oooooh yes. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Yes. You going to come in me baby? It's alright baby you can come in me baby, fuck YES fuck baby come in me!"

It's almost enough to set him off there and then. "Fuck," he says. The sound of her voice, the feeling her pussy lips around his hard cock, the smells of arousal and sweat, the repeated slap, slap, slap of their thighs together. But she goes on:

"I want your cum in me James." Both of their eyes are wide as they stare at each other, feeling the ridge of his cockhead pump inside her against her pussy walls. She reaches downs to finger her clit, stroking and pinching it, setting new fireworks off inside her body. She arches and spasms as he gets close. "Yes James, oh fuck yes, fill me with your cum." He thrusts as fast as he can now, feeling her shuddering continuously sends him past the point of no return. "Fuck yes" he breathes.

His thrusts get slower but deeper as his dick goes super hard in preparation for exploding. Alison feels it and grinds into him with each stroke, her pussy muscles grabbing at his dick and trying to milk him of every drop.

"YES! Oh fuck yes, give it to me James!" She screams hard "YES! Oh fuck, fuck, yes baby YES!"

"Fuck YES!" He explodes inside her, ribbons of cum flowing from the base of his spine into her warm, moist pussy. He keeps moving slowly even as he comes. He feels her pussy grab at him, holding him tight against her pelvis. Her fingers play with her clit even still, sending her into spasm after spasm. And his cock lets loose load after load, so much that it starts leaking out around the edges.

They slowly come back to themselves, the silence of the room, and the restraints that still bind them. James feels his dick soften gradually, withdrawing out of her pussy with a slick sound. Alison moans as her muscles release him, and a small amount of his cum oozes out after it. She reaches down lazily to dip a finger into the pool of cum in her pussy lips, bringing it back up to her mouth for a taste. "Mmmm"

"You like it?" he asks.

"Yes" she says sweetly. "Thank you."

"Thank you too, that was fun," he answers, smiling. "Listen, I don't know what they're planning to do with us, but I have a shift in the morning, so it will be noticed that I'm missing."

"Same, I'm supposed to be meeting my sister for coffee..."

Bzzt. The noise makes them both stop talking. James looks over at the side of the room where the noise came from, but he can't see anything. The wall seems all but featureless.

"James." Alison's voice brings his attention back to her, where she's trying to reach up to pull a tranquiliser dart out of her neck. "I've got... stung..." She passes out on the chair.

Bzzt. James feels the second dart hit his neck. ‘So that was how..." he thinks as the grey mist envelops his mind.

--- Later.... ---

They wake up under a grove of trees next to the lake, wearing their running gear. It's dark, but the lights are on over the running track in the distance and the moon is bright. Both of them have the tell tale bruise marks from the straps and cuffs that were around their wrists, shoulders and ankles.

James takes Alison's hand and points out her wrist cuff bruise with a smile, "You see: proof it really did happen."

"There's that." She says with a grin. "There's also the fact my pussy is still full of your cum."

"Ha," he laughs "yeah and that."

Alison looks around, "You think they're really just letting us go?"

"Well it was tranquiliser darts they hit us with," James says. "I never laid eyes on anyone and that basement could have been anywhere. I suppose they think they can't be tracked."

"I guess," says Alison. "But what they did is wrong. You shouldn't be able to do that to people and get away with it."

"Do you want to try to track them?" says James. "I can talk to some friends I have in the force." He tries to read the expression on her face in the low light.

"No one would believe us, hey?" She says.

"Well I'm sure they'd believe we had sex," says James, "but yeah. I'm not sure they would believe the rest."

"No, they really wouldn't. If it wasn't for you being here, I almost wouldn't believe it myself." She smiles, "the sex was good though."

"Yeah it was." A thought hits him, and suddenly he feels a little bit nervous. "Hey, um. You normally park your car on the other side of the lake right?

"Yes, that's right"

"Well, it's late, do you to come back to mine for the night? My apartment is just across the road there." He points out a building in the distance.

"Are you inviting me back to your house already?" she deadpans. "We barely even know each other."

James laughs, "you're right. I'm just trying to get you into bed. What was I thinking?"

Alison's turn to laugh, "I don't know, but sure. I'm not exactly going to walk halfway around the lake with your cum running down my legs. I'll pick up my car in the morning. What time is it anyway?"

James reaches into his pocket where his watch had been left and pulls it out, putting it back on his wrist. "It's 2am. But look here." He pulls a business card out of his pocket, a card that definitely wasn't in his pocket before. It has no name, just a company name. "FVC services". He passes it to Alison, who turns it over in her hands to find the message written on the back. She begins to read:

"Dear Alison and James. Our clients were very pleased with your performance tonight. Please know that all footage created from tonight will be treated with utmost discression. By way of compensation, we have placed one envelope for each of you in James' mailbox. If you should wish to repeat the experience, for the same compensation, please both wear the pins we have provided you in the envelopes next time you run at the lake. We will organise the rest. Best regards, Full Voyeur Control services"

They break their silence when they reach the mailbox, with James passing her the fat envelope labelled "Alison". She opens it and starts flicking through the bills with a whistle, "there's got to be at least five grand in here."

"Same," says James, looking through his own envelope. "So what do we do?"

"First," says Alison, "you're going to kiss me. Then, we're going to go inside and clean up. And then, you're going to get used to fucking me like a porn star. Okay?"

"Okay". He kisses her.

The End.