My Yuri Harem 26 Disaster

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I tried to open my eyes in the middle of the night. I had been feeling my stomach growling for a long time now. I tried to sleep through the pain, but it was to no avail. I had to go to the washroom and barf out the alcohol and food.

I tried to open my eyes once more, but it seemed like they were sewn shut. I raised my arms and touched my eyelids to physically open them, but I was pleasantly surprised when I came in contact to my cornea. It shouldn't have taken me that long to realize that I was already awake. Since everything else around was pitch black, my brain didn't register if my own eyes were seeing it or not.

After the self reflection my stupidity I tried to shake my body on the bed to find an edge. But there was another problem resting on top of me, and that was Amaan. A very naked Amaan.

Why was she naked? Why was she hugging me from behind? And why whenever her nipples touch me, I start losing self control?

I took her arm and laid it next to her. In the meantime, I started running my hand on the bed, scanning it to look for my phone. I found it near Amaan's feet. I unlocked the b.u.t.ton and the light from the cellphone blinded me for a second. When I regained my vision, I turned on the flashlight. With one hand on the phone, another on my stomach, I started walking against the wall in hopes of finding a door.

She had such a nice villa. She must have a bathroom attached to her bedroom, or so I thought.

After stumbling the room for thirty seconds I came across a portion of the wall which was obviously covered. The surface material was the same as that of the whole building, and the paint was doing a phenomenal job of camouflaging the little door. It seemed like a small door for a bathroom, but I was ready to be disappointed if it turned out to be a closet.

I ran my hand against the border of the door in anxiety. I wanted to see what was on the other side so that I could get my answer. After caressing the door for about fifteen seconds, I found a miniature b.u.mp on the bottom left side. I pushed it, but it didn't work. I pulled it. Still nothing. I flipped it, and the whole frame went inside. It formed a cavity in the wall, but now it had become a door that could be opened. I pushed it inside and flashed my phone inside to investigate the mini room.

All it had was Amaan's accessories. I took a picture of it and carefully closed the door. The frame smoothly merged with the wall like nothing happened. I turned around and walked towards the door we came through. As I exited, one of the workers pa.s.sed me by in the hall. I called her back and asked for the bathroom. She pointed the door next to the bedroom's door. I ran inside and sat on the toilet.

While I relived myself, observed two things.

One, I was not going to throw up. I was just anxious to pee.

Two, Amaan Al-Habib was very fond of BDSM.

I took my phone out and surfed my photos to find out the latest one. I enlarged the picture and tried to identify every kind of equipment in that room. All I could identify was a gag, some rope, whips & cuffs. In the middle of the room hung two black leathered outfits. One for a female dominant, another for a male gimp. Everything else made no sense to me.


There were some metal rings which were as big as my wrists. Some gags with a d.i.l.d.o on its opposite end. A mouth cover which seemed like a cat or a dog. A medical brace.

WHAT THE h.e.l.l WAS ALL THAT?!

I the lower corner was a box with matte black b.u.t.t plugs, fur cuffs, and a strap-on.

I turned my phone away from me and thought about my situation for a second. I was in a bed who could have used anything out of those instruments on me while I was asleep. When I woke up moments ago, I still had my robe on. My cellphone was on the bed, and that was not tampered with.

What did happen in the past?

I tried to divert my mind from kinky equipment that Amaan had next to her bed and focused more on what Madonna would be doing. It was to no avail. I was too restless to go back and fall asleep like nothing happened. I had discovered another person's kink. A hobby. Her way of living. And that was drastically different to mine. Maybe I too had a couple of cuffs in my bed drawer, but a couple of them could never compete with Amaan's collection.

I shut my eyes and fell back on the toilet. It was cold to sit in the bathroom. I needed to relax. Relax my mind and body would do the trick.

So I decided to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e. In the middle of the night. In a stranger's bathroom. While sitting on her toilet. I started rubbing my c.l.i.t. I slid my hand into my robe and touched my nipple. It was erect, trying to burst through the robe. So I opened the robe and swung it open, exposing my naked body to the cold air.

All this chill around me contrasted to the raging heat in my body. I continued to insert fingers in my v.a.g.i.n.a as I licked my finger and ran them over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I kept my moans to myself and resisted myself by stuffing my mouth with the robe. All the love I made my wife came back to me. Her, tied in cuffs, licking me down there while she rubbed her pointy nails into my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her tongue running up and down in my c.l.i.t while I pushed her mouth between my legs.

my breath was getting uneven. My chest was bouncing up and down. I opened my eyes to take a peek at myself, and I liked what I saw. I switched from rubbing my fingers to inserting them as deep as I could in me. It was sensational. It was a different kind of arousal that no amount of fingering or scissoring would result. I put my fingers in my mouth to lubricate it and applied my saliva on my raging nipples. The moisture on them touched the cold air around, peeking my arousal up to heaven.

I was ready to come. I increased my speed of insertion and grabbed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s tightly. I wanted to contain my pa.s.sion inside me as much as I could. Madonna always said I was a moaner. I accepted myself in that moment and screamed Madonna's name through the robe. Madonna was holding my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She was licking me to my content. I was ready to release all of it in her. but then, she was not there anymore.

I blinked. And in that moment, Madonna was pushed away from between my legs. It was Amaan with a black strap-on and a whip in her mouth pus.h.i.+ng herself into me. The pleasure increased tenfold. I let go of the robe from my mouth and lost myself.

Imagining Amaan's swinging b.r.e.a.s.t.s in front of me, while she breathed down my shoulder brought me jubilation. I continued fingering myself until I came. My body twitched until I opened my eyes. I looked around and saw myself as I spoiled the bathroom floor. I looked for some towels and dipped them in water before wiping the floor with them.

After flus.h.i.+ng the toilet, I stood in front of a sink. I turned the hot water on and started rinsing my hands. When I looked up into the mirror, I saw myself smiling in glee.

That smile, it felt wrong. What was I doing?

I turned the tap off and splashed the remaining drops on my face.

Don't worry, it wasn't cheating. I was not cheating on Mad. Nothing happened. An imagination doesn't count…

…Right?

I entered the room where Amaan was still fast asleep. I felt no shame or guilt when I looked at her. Given that I was looking at her by flas.h.i.+ng my phone at her wasn't part of the deal, but still. All I could see was another woman sleeping on her own bed with no clothes on. And it'd be disrespectful if I didn't accept that.

Thus, to show that I accepted Amaan's ways and her hobbies, I undid my robe and walked to my side of the bed. I laid there with my back against her to resume my sleep.

If our bodies touched, it'd be bad. But if our bodies touched my mistake, it's be just a mistake.

I closed my eyes. I stretched my legs. I raised my arms over my head. Then I flipped myself. By the time my limbs relaxed, my leg was touching her thigh, my one arm was in contact with her hair, and the other one fell over her waist. The fact that our b.r.e.a.s.t.s were touching each other didn't make me uncomfortable one bit.

Relieved that I was doing nothing wrong, I smiled myself back to sleep.

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