Luke momentarily raised his head, so our eyes met. He couldn’t see what I could, but would be able to feel the heat. He looked terrified and I felt him tense up. I held his legs tightly, and he mine. I wanted to hold his body close to mine, to kiss him, tell him that I’d be there with him.
But I couldn’t get any closer to him and the gags prevented me talking. So I just blinked at him, and he put his head back down. The metal tray on the table was slid onto the grill shelf and the doors closed. This moved the shelf and us into the oven.
The doors clunked and a bolt was drawn. It was pitch black. Hot but not unbearable. I squeezed Luke’s thighs, and he mine in return and we waited. Just the sound of gentle breathing surrounded us
I tried to sleep a little, but could feel.Luke periodically twitching in me, as if to let me know he was still there. I was very turned on and just wanted to fuck him hard until we both came. But all I could do was gyrate a little on him. It was working though, and I felt myself reaching another small climax, and Luke getting harder again too. I could hear him breathing more heavily. It was a brief moment of extreme pleasure for me as Luke shot a small load too. I could hear him sighing as he came down, just a few feet away.
I must have slept. I was woken with the doors being opened. My skin felt tight, and my lungs sore from the hot air, but we couldn’t be done yet, could we? The tray was pulled out. It took me a few seconds to get adjusted to the light. The cool air was a relief, but I knew it was temporary. We were both checked over, our bodies hand prodded and oil brushed again. Our bindings were adjusted and Luke pushed back closer to me.
Chef on one side and Marcia on the other started to play with our combined genitals. I could feel them exploring my pussy, and felt a finger being pushed in alongside Luke’s cock. I also felt fingers and thumbs on my clitoris, and I guessed probably on Luke’s balls too. Quite why they were doing this, I don’t know, perhaps they got off on it. Whatever, they stayed silent. The feeling became more and more intense. I’d lost count of how many times I’d cum since I’d been here, but the working over my genitals were getting, combined with a penis inside me, released perhaps the biggest of them all. I screamed, muffled by my gag, as I bucked as much as I could, holding Luke’s legs, tightened my canal and then pulsed around Luke’s shaft, but nothing from him this time. Just heavier breathing.
By the time we were placed back in the oven, I was still coming down. The repositioning meant Luke still wasn’t deep in me, but his cock tip was in an even better place this time, exerting more pressure on the front of my vaginal wall. Christ, this was ecstasy. I felt very little fear as the doors were closed once again, and we found ourselves back in the black void of the hot oven.
Almost immediately, I felt a blast of very hot air on my body. The rush of air meant I could no longer hear Luke, and although I could feel him and hug his thighs, I wished I could see and speak to him. This was it, I thought. I didn’t know how long this would take, but hoped it would be quick now.
The heat was increasing quickly, and I was now struggling to breath. I could feel his cock still inside of me. Not deeply inside, that wasn’t possible in the position we were in, but I could feel him. I tensed my pelvic muscles around his shaft and pushed myself a little further onto him, albeit weakly, not to try to get off again – I knew I wouldn’t cum again – no, just to let him know I was still with him. I felt very sleepy. It wouldn’t be long now.
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