4 . #3
Had Jaimie followed her? She had been careful to make sure no one was around when she entered Taneth’s room. Or had Jaimie snuck off on her own?
“I… are you getting kinky with us?” Jaimie smiled, and motioned to the bed where Fuscia had laid out some of Taneth’s restraints.
“Oh this,” Fuscia motioned to the bed, and then a smile spread across her face. “Yes, yes I am.”
This was perfect. She had one of the sisters, alone.
The bounty hunter knew she could easily over power Jaimie, tie her up, and then take out her sister.
From there, she could leave Taneth tied up and by the time her former mentor had gotten loose, Fuscia would be long gone with both Bonadykes in tow.
“Would you like to play?” Fuscia turned around, stuck her ass out, and giggled.
“You know I would.” Jaimie giggled back.
“Why don’t you come over here?” Fuscia leaned back onto the bed, grabbed a pair of manacles, and twirled them around her finger.
Jaimie giggled and padded over, biting her lip in an oh so innocent way. Then she ran her fingers down the deep cut of her one-piece, stroking the inside of her breasts.
“I’m actually nervous, I’ve never let someone tie me up before.” She pouted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Fuscia reassured her.
“You look like you could rip up little old me.” Jaimie folded her arms over her chest like a bashful school girl.
Fuscia knew she had to play this smart, she didn’t want to scare off her mark, so she turned, sticking her ass out to the curvy brunette.
She heard Jaimie giggle, and to help make the woman lower her guard even more, Fuscia pushed the restraints and gags off of the bed, then crawled up onto it.
Crouched on all fours, she turned and eyed up her prey like the predator she was.
“Come on then.” She purred.
Jaimie was eying her up like a piece of meat, and stepped forward and grasped Fuscia’s rock solid ass cheeks with both hands.
“Ohh it’s so firm.” She leaned forward and then her hands moved to the top of Fuscia’s thong.
Fuscia stayed on all fours while Jaimie grabbed the top of her thong and pulled it down, then leaned forward with her tongue extended. A moment later, Fuscia felt Jaimie’s tongue at the top of her ass crack, and then slowly move its way down.
Involuntarily, Fuscia felt a wave of liquid electricity rock her body as Jaimie’s tongue explored her backside, and felt her arms quake under her.
What was that? She gasped.
“I bet you never had someone do something like that.” Jaimie reached out and slapped one of Fuscia’s bare cheeks.
“Oh… no…” Fuscia gasped. Against her better judgement, she found herself turned on!
Once again, she felt Jaimie’s tongue probe the recesses of her backside, and a shudder of elation went through Fuscia’s body. At the same time, one of the woman’s fingers reached inside of her and flicked the edge of her clit.
Fuscia moaned and fell face first onto the bed. She had to give it to Jaimie, she knew what she was doing.
“I thought you would like that.” Jaimie smirked.
“Oh… oh my…” Fuscia gasped.
Jaimie reached from behind her and turned the bounty hunter over so that she lay on her back.
Then Jaimie mounted Fuscia, and reached up to the strap of her swimsuit, lowering it to reveal one of her lovely breasts.
Unlike her sister, Jaimie’s breasts were completely natural and looked full and inviting.
Still giggling, Jaimie lowered the opposite strap, exposing her other breast.
Fuscia’s hands came over and clasped the woman’s thick, thonged behind, causing Jaimie to let out a gasp.
Then she reached behind her, grabbed Fuscia’s wrists, and pushed them over the bounty hunter’s head.
Fuscia let out a cry of excitement. She knew that she could overpower Jaimie easily, but she let the curvy woman have the power for now.
Then Jaimie leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Fuscia’s face, and rubbed her waist against Fuscia’s bare mound.
Even through her swimsuit, Fuscia could feel how turned on Jaimie was.
“You have such a lovely body.” Jaimie gasped, still rubbing on Fuscia.
Each movement of the other woman sent tremors of pleasure through the bounty hunter. Fuscia wanted the ecstasy to continue almost as much as she wanted release from it.
Then Jaimie pulled back, sliding along the bed, and grabbed the top of Fuscia’s thong and apron, both of which were around her thighs, and pulled, bringing them down and off of the muscular bounty hunter’s body completely.
Jaimie disappeared off of the edge of the bed, and Fuscia sat up, ripping off her head piece, and then pulled off her bra.
By the time Jaimie stood up, Fuscia was lying on the bed, completely naked and waiting for her. Jaimie smiled and held up her hands, revealing that she held several restraints.
“Now you’re talking.” Fuscia raised an eyebrow.
Just because she was working, doesn’t mean she couldn’t play.
Jaimie set the restraints down, then pushed down the rest of her bathing suit. Now completely naked like Fuscia, she crawled back into bed on all fours and their lips met halfway.
Fuscia and Jaimie kissed deeply and passionately, their tongues probing the deepest recesses of each other’s mouths.
As they kissed, their nude bodies pressed against each others, Jaimie was soft and warm as opposed to Fuscia’s rock solid physique.
The nude bounty hunter laid back, feeling the naked criminal climb on top of her, their lips still embracing.
Then Fuscia felt something lock around her wrist. Opening her eyes, she saw Jaimie wrapping one of the manacles in place, one end around her wrist, the other already attached to the bed post.
“Hey, wait a minute.” Fuscia sat up.
How had Jaimie gotten the manacle in place so fast?
“Shh, it’s okay.” Jaimie pressed a finger to Fuscia’s lips.
“Oh no, we said I’m the one doing the tying.” Fuscia shook her head, still trying to sound playful. After all, she didn’t want to blow her cover.
Then she felt the other manacle lock around her other wrist. Turning her head, she saw that Jaimie had already secured the manacle to the opposite bed post.
“Hey, come on now, we didn’t even talk about this.” Fuscia sat up, both of her wrists now cuffed to the bed post.
“Oh just relax, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Jaimie smiled, then dismounted Fuscia and grabbed another one of the manacles.
“I’m really more of the dominant type, this isn’t my style.” Fuscia explained, but Jaimie wrapped the manacle around one of her ankles and then secured the other side to the post at the end of the mattress.
“Oh and you will, I just want to give you a taste of how I work first.” Jaimie leaned over, kissed Fuscia’s calf, and moved to her other side.
“Shouldn’t we talk first, lay ground rules?” Fuscia continued as Jaimie secured another manacle around her free ankle.
“Don’t worry, I’m soft and sensual.” Jaimie blew her a kiss, and looped the manacle around the other bedpost.
Fuscia tugged at her restraints. She was now spreadeagled, her legs and arms stretched wide in an “X” pattern.
“Come on girl, let me free and I’ll show you just how good of a dominant I can be.” Fuscia tugged at the restraints, but they held firm.
“And you haven’t experienced anything until you’ve been tied up by me.” Jaimie lifted one of her hands revealing a thick white cloth meant to be a gag.
“Oh now, wait… we didn’t mention a gag, we didn’t even set out a safe word, let’s-ugghh ggmmmm hhhmmff!” Fuscia was cut off as Jaimie climbed on top of her again and pressed the gag between her lips, then tied it tightly at the back of her neck.
“Uggg! Ufff! Lhhhtt mhh gghh!” Fuscia grunted, trying to use her tongue to push out the gag, but it was tied too tightly.
“Ufff hgg!” She grunted.
“See? You’re so cute gagged.” Jaimie giggled, still mounted on Fuscia.
“Llhhtt mmhhh ghhhh! Uhhhmmff” Fuscia grumbled, once again pulling on her bonds.
“Maybe if you’re a good little girl, I’ll let you tie me up.” Jaimie bent over and licked one of Fuscia’s nipples.
“Ummmf!” Fuscia shuddered involuntarily.
Part of Fuscia hoped that she could take Jaimie at her word, but the rational side of her told her not to trust a career criminal. She had to get free, and fast.
But Jaimie’s tongue continued its journey down Fuscia’s body, and was tracing the outline of her abs.
“Hmmm mmmph!” Fuscia twisted and writhed in pleasure.
In that moment, Fuscia realized how the sisters had managed to rope so many bored and frustrated housewives into their web. Just Jaimie alone was a master at teasing, roping her mark in and then keeping baited, of making them want more and playing with them.
“Ugggg ghmm!” Fuscia grunted as Jaimie’s tongue traced one of the sharp v-lines along the muscular woman’s hips.
Jaimie knew that Fuscia wanted to be worshipped, and was giving the tied up bounty hunter exactly what she wanted.
Then Jaimie’s tongue moved closer to the epicenter of Fuscia’s pleasure, that part of her screaming to be released from the sweet, tingling pleasure that the curvy criminal was giving her.