The Zaira Trio: Full Up [growth, f/futa, bondage, femdom]

Story by tantan

Hello! A few years ago I wrote a short with Zaira and her girlfriend Devon. It featured some afternoon office relief of a solo kind. These characters and their relationship are pretty fun, so I decided to have another spin at them. I hope you enjoy! At some point I'd like to write Zaira with both of her lovers.

She felt so full.

Zaira let out a long breath, sinking back into the mattress of the bed stripped down to sheets and the cuffs that held her hands rattled at the near-sigh. Anticipation ran high in her, doing nothing to help with that full feeling that ached in a trio of spots – one either side of her pelvis and there between her legs. She could feel that she was wet, growing more so now that they were finally starting with this and a whole day of being teased and promised was going to culminate. Zaira squeezed her thighs together, tipping her head back and closing her eyes in the desire for patience.

Just a little longer...

“You doing okay, baby?”

She opened them with a thrill running through her and the fullness in her body from her aching ovaries and ready clit jumping another notch. Devon had slipped back out from the bathroom draped in a sheer purple robe with a machine satin top and thin, thin panties she knew was a thong because she'd been there when they'd picked it out. That cut always made her girlfriend's ass look amazing, though it didn't take much work. Devon was a redhead with rich, dark auburn hair that was pulled up to the top of her head in a messy bun for the night. Freckles were flicked over the skin of her face, neck and shoulders just like the paint from one of her canvases that took over the sun-room of their house. She was lithe, taut breasts that fit perfectly into Zaira's palm and just right for their other lover – Gideon. Tonight he wasn't around but that certainly didn't stop his girls from having fun without him.

Zaira worried at the handcuffs shackling her wrists and keeping her trapped on the bed while lifting her hips, forcing down the urge to just let go at the very sight of Devon dressed up for her, watching her with a hunger in her dark blue eyes. Her face was angular, fox-like and always looked even more so when she was flexing her will over her lovers like this. “ I don't think I can hold back much longer.”

Devon laughed as she crossed the room, climbing easily up on the bed and resting on the top of Zaira's dark thighs. She was as fair-skinned as Zaira was dark. She ran her fingers up her girlfriend's stomach, up to her much fuller breasts to cup while she leaned down for a kiss. “I'm going to take that as you liking this.”

“Yes-” It was murmured into the kiss, Zaira's mouth eager and begging. Full. God, she felt so full and Devon was hotter than anyone had a right to be.

“Do you still want to grow into me tonight, baby?”

A helpless moan was her answer. That's what Zaira had been thinking about all day, letting go and filling up Devon's tight cunt with every surging bit of her cock while following whatever whims came into her mind. Speaking of which, Zaira tuned back in to the present, to fingers raking through the springy curls of her hair as Devon's hips rocked down against her and all the building desire just underneath her skin. “You didn't answer,” she was saying, sweet and utterly commanding in the same twist of words.

“Yes, Devon. I want to. I want to grow into you. I feel so full. I need to-”

That answer pleased her and Devon rolled her hips again, smiling at the thick groan from the other woman it earned. “I want you to watch and be a good girl, don't start until I tell you that you can.”

Zaira nodded, pushing down any intent to close her eyes as her lover, her mistress, shifted back and up to balance on her knees. She hooked her hands into the waistband of those high cut panties, teasing with a flirty look back up before easing them down with hips swaying. The very sight was hypnotic, making Zaira's mouth dry and her body clamor. There was a dark red thatch of hair matching the fall of her hair just above her cunt, but the rest of it was clean and smooth. Devon worked her way out of the thong completely and tossed it over the side of their bed, the soft drape of her robe following soon after. Zaira wouldn't push because it'd give Devon every reason to deny her longer – but she was pretty sure that her girlfriend was just as ready for this as she was.

She was simply better on keeping a hold of herself while Zaira d

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