They take her close, and keep her there, taking turns to kiss her mouth as she whimpers and begs until she feels on the point of tears. She wonders how they can be so cruel, wonders how the man can deny the need his insistent hardness against her makes clear, and knowing how needy the erect tips of her own breasts are she can’t understand how the woman whose stiff buds she can’t help but focus on holds back...
If she had use of her hands or the freedom to move her body she would have been seeking to pleasure one or both of her lovers, begging to be allowed to relieve herself, but the luxury bdsm cuffs and their strong limbs hold her prisoner. Her state of captivity frees her to feel and to understand; yesterday she had never pleasured a woman, and tonight? Tonight she knows her mouth and hands have brought this beautiful woman to a crest… Become their fuck machine and her body has rewarded her.
“Do you think our pet should have awoken us solely for her own pleasure?” Her body is almost past the point of caring, but of course she can’t answer yes! So she shakes her head, and breathes out, “No…” Then she realises the implication of the question, and her body has no objection, far from it. The woman chuckles, and purrs “So do you want to please us little one?”
“God yes!” She replies. “Well,” the man answers, “As you woke me first…” She feels her body respond to the idea, and the memory. He detaches her luxury sex hand cuffs from the top of the bed and links them behind her back and repositions the girl with her head raised on a pillow. Realising his intention she opens her lips to welcome him and receives his kiss and then the woman’s.
The woman’s fingers enter her again, and she sighs, though he is in her mouth. Hearing and feeling the girl’s response, the woman mocks, “Such a wickedly brazen girl,” as she presses one of those places inside the girl; one she never knew was there until the day before, “With my husband in front of my eyes.”
She makes to let the hardness in her mouth slip free in order to answer, but the cat of nine tails smacks her mons. “Ah-ah, no talking with your mouth full little one, or I won’t use my high end strap on on you in the morning.” Again, the darkness hides her glowing cheeks…
The blow, and the feather light kiss and chuckling laugh that follow, inflame her senses and she doesn’t merely acquiesce but throws herself into her task, lavishing her attention, tasting and exploring with her lips and tongue and pressing herself into their knowing touch. His cock warms in response, just as her breasts and mons heat under their sensuous and cruel attentions. Even with her limited knowledge she knows it’s a sign that he’s close, and when, minutes later, it starts to pulse rhythmically, she prepares herself to accept in her mouth or wherever else he might choose… She holds her own orgasm back, hoping to make their peaks coincide in anticipation of an earth-shattering release…
To be continued…
Master E
