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"A Night I Won't Soon Forget"
by Desolate Mistral
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Storycodes: Solo-M; F/f; FM/f; basement; discovery; caught; bagged; naked; trashbag; vacuum; tease; mast; oral; climax; cons; X
WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death.
A Night I Won't Soon Forget Desolate Mistral Solo-M; F/f; FM/f; basement; discovery; caught; bagged; naked; trashbag; vacuum; tease; mast; oral; climax; cons; X
 

It had been a long week of work. I had barely had a moment to myself, let alone any time for my wife Jen since my company picked up a new account the week before. I was working 18 hour days which left me just enough time to get home, eat and get a few hours of sleep before getting back up and heading back in.

As I walked through the front door looking forward to having a couple days off I could hear the vacuum cleaner going downstairs in the finished basement. I thought nothing of it as Jen would regularly vacuum the house on Fridays after she returned from work. I went about putting my things away then opened the basement door and proceeded to head down the stairs to greet my wife.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs what I saw surprised and aroused me. As I had mentioned in an earlier story I had written, I had devised a devilish way to explore my trash bag fantasy. It involved securing two 55 gallon black trash bags together, attaching a valve, and a breathing tube. Climbing in, attaching the valve to a vacuum, tying the bag over my head and letting the vacuum suck all of the air out of the bag so I would be sealed tightly inside. Jen had found me in my bag prison one time and it tipped her off to a serious fetish that I had involving black trash bags.

It had been months since she helped me live out this fetish in the most amazing of ways. Nothing since then had materialized as I was so busy with work. She had also been swamped with work and our personal time had been brief. I had almost forgot about our little tryst. But I digress back to the scene that was playing out before my eyes in the basement.

The vacuum that was running was not our regular vacuum, but a commercial shop vac that I had. It was attached to a black 55 gallon trash bag, and inside the bag, clearly visible, was the silhouette of a female body. That body was not the body of Jen as she was straddling the bag which was on the floor. Jen was wearing only a bra and thong as she was grinding on the body below her. The body in the bag was writhing as Jen used her hands in between the thighs of her prisoner.

I sat quietly on the stairs becoming more aroused as I watched my wife grinding on the body of an unknown girl, using the method that I had come up with to play in my own little fantasy land. after a few minutes of voyeurism, I walked town the stairs and said to Jen.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Jen did not respond as she was in the middle of a full blown orgasm, and the sound of the vacuum was overpowering my voice as I looked on longingly, my cock straining against the zipper on my pants.

When She came down from the high of her orgasm, I cleared my throat loudly and repeated

"What the hell is going on here?"

Jen spun around, alarmed and stammered.

"Uh, um, well; I uh!"

She was blushing red all over, I couldn't tell if it was a post orgasm flush, or she was actually embarrassed.

She looked at the growing bulge in my pants and commented, "Looks like someone is a little turned on by what they have stumbled in upon."

I just nodded my head as she got to her feet and sauntered over to where I was standing. I looked down at the prisoner on the floor and asked, "Who is in the trash bag prison?"

Jen smiled and said, "It's none of your business for the time being, maybe you should take advantage of what you see there in the bag."

She took my hand and lead me over to the package on the floor. Jen stated that she couldn't hear with the vacuum being right next to her head, and I knew from my experience that the bag being tightly sealed to my head made hearing very difficult.

Jen reached down and grabbed my package and gave it a playful squeeze and instructed me to get undressed. Who was I to argue?

As I undressed I took in the image on the floor. The girl in the bag was sealed so tightly that I could see every single curve of her very voluptuous female body. The curves of her breasts. The point of her nipples, straining against the cool plastic. The soft ridges of her abdominals leading right down the the puffy mound of her pussy. Her legs were slightly spread and the shiny black trash bag was pulled taught to her pussy. It was so tightly sealed I could actually make out the distinct shape of her pussy lips. It was a sight to behold.

As I dropped my underwear and my rigid cock sprung free, Jen walked over and asked if I liked what I saw.

I replied with nothing but a strained, "uh huh!"

She smiled and told me to do as I wish with the toy which was laid out in front of me. "Pleasure her, rub your cock against the shiny black plastic bag stretched tightly across her body. Make yourself cum. She is there for you to abuse, but remember. She will not know that it isn't me until your cock touches her. Make her want your dick!"

As my wife was instructing me she had reached down and begun to rub my still growing member, she slipped her finger over the head and slid the pre-cum around with her slender fingers. She then started to stroke me. When she finished speaking she knelt down and took me in her mouth. She got me very wet and told me to fuck her friend until I came. She said, "Get between her legs and fuck that bag. I want to see you cum all over that plastic. I want to lick your cum off her plastic covered stomach."

I did as I was instructed to do. I stood between the legs of the unknown girl, laying on my basement carpet. Tightly encased in a black trash bag, writhing, waiting for someone to pleasure her and smiled devilishly. Jen seeing my smile sat down and spread her legs placing one foot on either side of my trash girls head, then parted her pussy lips with her fingers and started to pleasure herself.

Without touching my cock to the body below me I licked a path from the trash girls clearly defined belly button, across the tightly stretched plastic to the raised nipple. The body below me writhed and began to grind. There was a strange sensation as her body met mine. The bag was initially cool, then there was a flash of heat as her body heat radiated through the bag. I took my time as I traced paths all over her body. From her toes to her neck. I used every inch of her body to build the anticipation for what was about to happen. She couldn't make a sound as a tube was in her mouth so she could breath.

After almost 30 minutes of teasing my trash bag girl, and being teased as my sexy wife brought herself to one trembling orgasm after another, eventually resulting in her squirting all over her plaything, she leaned in close to me and said, "Make yourself cum by grinding against her. I want your cum. Give it to me and her!" I obliged.

As I leaned down, placing one hand on either side of the body below me, I slowly guided my groin down onto hers. When contact was made the feeling was incredible. There was again a moment of cool refreshment as the tight plastic retained the chill of the basement air, then there was a rush of heat as the burning desire of her pussy blazed through the plastic. Moments after initial contact was made the body below me began to grind intensely. It was all I could do to keep from blowing within a minute of first touching her. She was writing uncontrollably, bucking wildly, she was groaning as she came. Again and again. I could feel her pussy pulse with each subsequent orgasm.

Jen straddled her head and leaned in to kiss me passionately. That was it for me. I lost it. My balls tightened up and I began to erupt. As I came, the trash bag  goddess below me must have felt the heat from my cum hit her stomach. she began to convulse hard, she was grinding against my cock hard. Jen needed to get in on the fun so she reached down and began to rub my cock, pressing it hard into the pussy below.

When Jen was satisfied that I was empty she pushed me back and ran her fingers through my cum which was splattered across the shiny black plastic stretched across the stomach and pussy of the body below me. Jen then bent down and began to lick ravenously. She licked up every last drop of my pleasure.

As she finished cleaning up my mess she smiled at me and said, "I hope you have enjoyed this first part of a night you won't soon forget!"

I looked at her surprised and said, "First part?" She smiled and shook her head. Her hair fell in front of her face as a grin spread across her lips.

"This is just a warm up my dear!" she stated with a wicked grin. then she pushed me back so I fell to my back. She told me not to move, which I did not. I had learned to follow instructions very well.

I watched her intently as she reached over and shut the vacuum off, after a moment the bag begin to loosen it's vise like grip on the body within. The trash girl  could now move her arms and legs. Jen reached over and started to pull the rope off the top of the bag and said, "You are next in the bag. Don't argue, you are going to do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?"

I nodded as the girl in the bag appeared.

it was...

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21.10.15

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