She hangs in the moment, tilts her hip…her back is already arched because of the way her arms are bound but she presses herself still further into the hands on her breasts ready…certain… Thus it is that when he withdraws from her she cries out and when their hands, and the woman’s tongue cease their attentions, she sobs in frustration. He doesn’t cum in her, or even on her. Instead she senses his movement from above her. The blonde woman, her lover, his wife lies back abandoning her, and greets him into her depths. Pangs of jealousy flash through the girl so intensely they cause pain and set tears rising in her eyes as she feels their love making through the bed and against her side. She listens to their passion, hears his release and feels their embrace, her body quakes in empathy with their ecstasy, but without sharing in it. The woman coos her love and the man rumbles his, and she can do nothing but lie there in her leather bdsm choker.
The man rises and returns; and she meekly opens to him again, tastes him, and tastes her on him. Despite her disappointment, her mouth instinctively seeks to please and take pleasure, and when the couple’s hands return to her, her body responds. Her heart even glows with pride when the woman whispers, “Good girl,” as her fingers stroke her lower lips and cup her eager entrance. He doesn’t remain in her for long though, relinquishing his place again, and again her head rises, reluctant to give up his comforting presence in her body. Her bdsm sex toy cuffs hold her, and he returns to his place at her side. Once again they treat her to the contrasting natures of masculine and feminine touch, and once again her body delights in it as they tease her pleasure towards its peak. She opens her lips to cry out her ecstasy again, but they aren’t done tormenting her yet…
The woman takes her husband’s place, making it clear that she too has expectations and her delicate fingers stroke the girl’s hair, encourage her and guide her. As they do, male hands provide other incentives, painful, pleasurable, exciting, showing again that like his partner he has a knowledge of her body she herself lacks. Encouraged, guided, seduced and hopeful that through her lovers’ pleasure she will receive her own, the girl begins. She tastes both of her lovers and knows well why, delights in the immediacy of the woman’s response and pulses the tip of her tongue, as another caresses her and once again begins to try to time…
The man has other ideas though, merely taking her to the edge before withdrawing his kiss. At first she feels denied, but this time his intention is not to deny. Instead he lifts her hips, enters her and presses the pink vibrator with tail to her and toward his shaft. She feels the vibrations both on her and in her and all thought of timing or otherwise disappears… This time it is her pleasure that grants release to her lover, as the woman above clings to her, holds her close, shudders and sighs for her…
She doesn’t recall her arms being released from behind her back, or her handcuffs being reattached to the bedstead, nor her aching shoulders being massaged or even the languorous kisses and comforting arms. Only the contentment as, utterly spent, she slips into a dreamless sleep.
To be continued…
Master E
