“Here, Baby Girl, let me help you with your jacket,” he murmurs quietly, close to her ear.
“Thank you,” she says, almost choking on the words.
I’m never going to make it through tonight if I don’t get a grip, she chastises herself as arousal begins to flare up inside her again, it’s still lingering, from John’s kiss.
His hands reach around to her front and start to unzip her hoodie, grazing her already sensitive breasts through her clothes. His breath is warm on her neck. Her head instinctively falls to the side, wanting to feel his touch on her skin.
His tongue slides along the side of her neck, up then down. He peels her jacket off while maintaining contact with her body, his front to her back, and she leans into him. His tongue dips into the hollow of her collarbone and the light silky touch makes her gasp. He takes the bone between his lips and slides his tongue over its ridge while his hands clasp her sides, holding her firmly in place. A moan escapes her as she pushes herself further into him. She can feel the press of his hardening erection against her back.
“Are you ready, Baby Girl,” he whispers in her ear, with a gravelly voice.
“Yes,” she says almost panting.
“Good, because we’re ready for you too, Baby. Eat first, Elsie,” he says as he moves his body away from hers.
She turns to look at him and can see by his tight expression that he’s fighting for control. Knowing that he wants her is empowering and makes her feel incredible.
Brian takes her hand just as John comes out of the kitchen with three drinks, one for each of them. He leads her to the table, the same table they’d had her sprawled out on less than a week earlier, and pulls a chair out for her. Just the sight of the table, and the memories of what they did to her there, make her loins clench and pulse.
“Let’s eat, then if you’d like to have a shower while Brian and I clean up, you can just make yourself comfortable Elsie. My home is yours,” John says with genuine sincerity and hunger in his eyes. But not for pizza.
This man is ready, his beast is starving and ready to feast.
With dinner over, Elsie takes John up on his offer of a shower. The hot water cascading down her naked body bring her nerve endings to life, below her skin. She feels like one big horny pulse, almost ready to gush with her orgasm, and they haven’t even done anything to her yet.
John and Elsie’s intense quickie that afternoon did nothing to quench her need. It only made it stronger, hungrier, and more demanding. Her heart is racing, her hands are sweating and she’s been wet all day.
“Oh, God,” she murmurs as she turns off the shower and places her hot cheek against the cool tumbled stone tile. “How the hell am I going to get through tonight?” she moans to herself.
“Are you ok, Angel?” John’s rumbling voice echoes and vibrates off the walls of the large shower.
Elsie whips her neck around as she turns to look at him.
Well, she thought she’d been talking to herself.
His gaze studies her expression for a moment, to get a sense of what she’s feeling. Then it slides slowly down the length of her nakedness, still propped against the wall. Water droplets cover her body, as if kissing it all over, and her hips move ever so slightly, unconsciously reacting to her hungry pussy.
“You’re almost ready to cum already, aren’t you Angel?” John’s voice cuts through the thick silence.
Elsie’s sees John’s erection growing beneath the soft denim of his pants.
She squeezes her walls together inside. The combination of those simple words, and the promise of what’s to come, makes her pussy ooze a little more.
“Yes,” she says tightly.
“Come, then, let’s take care of you,” he says holding his hand out to her.
She lifts herself away from the wall and takes his hand. She’s dripping, but lets him lead her out of the shower and into the bedroom. John grabs a towel from the pile, sitting on the stool, in the bathroom and takes it with them.
Brian is standing in the middle of the room, his feet shoulder-width apart, and his hands in his pockets. His jaw is flexing and his cock is raging in his pants. But he is going to give Elsie what she needs, the release she’s been craving, something that she has yet to experience. He and John both know that she needs, that little something extra to give her that high she’s been seeking. That extra edge that will take her to places she’s only yearned for, and satisfy that itch she’s never been able to scratch.
John places the towel around Elsie’s shoulders, then cupping his hand around her cheek he turns her face to him. He kisses her face, her mouth, her neck, tasting, licking and nipping her. Trying to satisfy the need he has for her with his kisses. He releases her and sits on the couch.
“Kneel in front of me, Angel,” he instructs, firmly but tenderly.
She lowers herself to her knees, in front of him, and lays her cheek on his thigh, rubbing it gently against the hardness of his leg, below the soft fabric. A satisfied smile curves her lips as John runs his fingers through her soft hair.
“Give me your hands, Elsie,” John demands as he strokes his own through her hair.
Elsie slowly raises her hands to John’s chest as the towel slips from her shoulders baring her back. Another set of a hands, Brian’s, begin to stroke the soft skin of her back, as John takes both of Elsie’s hands in his.
“I’m going to tie your hands, Angel,” John tells her softly.
“Mmmmhhmmm,” she says almost humming.
Elsie feels so content, so secure, so sure, and so relaxed all at the same time. She is instinctually crossing over to a place of submission, a place where she will give herself over completely, to these two men. It’s happening as naturally for her as learning to walk. She feels free, exhilarated, and most of all, she feels calm. In letting go of the control, which she has held onto so tightly for so many exhausting years, she is empowered. Empowered to just feel, to experience, to go into that place of intoxicating euphoria that she’s only heard about, as if it were a fairytale. It’s a place she knows that John and Brian will take her to. The promise was in their kisses, each stroke of their fingers, and grip of their hands.
John holds Elsie’s hands as he picks up a strip of silk from the end table next to him. He begins to wrap it around her wrists. He wants her bound, not raw. The soft fabric whispers over her flesh and each pass around her wrists is another promise of sexual abandon. Her breath catches in her throat as her desire builds.
Brian’s hands are stroking the length of her stretched back. He’s enjoying the soft curves of her bent body in front of him. He sees the rise and fall of her body and the soft small smile on her face. It makes his dick jerk in the confines of his shorts.
This woman is a thing of beauty, he thinks to himself. So free, giving, and ready to experience ecstasy, it’s fucking beautiful.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Elsie, you have no idea,” Brian growls as he opens his shorts and lets them fall to the floor. He kicks them to the side of the room, so they’ll be out of the way when it’s time for them to stand Elsie up for her next experience.
Her little ass wiggles in response to Brian’s words, almost inviting him to take it, and her smile widens in contentment.
“Yes she is, Brian, amazing. And she’s ours. Ours to please, enjoy, and to give her what she needs. She chose us, Bro, and it’s an honor,” John remarks roughly, while holding Elsie’s hands with one hand and reaching down to stroke the globes of her breasts with his other.
Brian’s hands travel down the roundness of her ass cheeks, then continue down the backs of her thighs. The towel that slid off is now lying in a heap, on the floor next to her legs. Elsie’s back arches and her ass juts up a little higher. Brian’s hands come back up the insides of her thighs to graze over her wet pussy, which is peeking out between the juncture of her thighs. Her knees part a little more, opening up for his touch. His fingers butterfly up over the crease between her cheeks and up her back again. When
they reach the back of her neck, Elsie begins to rub her face into John’s lap. Her lips are parting and the smile has faded, replaced now with need.
Brian’s fingers make their way back down her back, over the crease of her ass, then her wet mound, grazing her swelling clit and before gliding down her legs.
John’s fingers circle her nipples. He’s coming closer and closer to clasping them in his fingers, like she’s silently begging him to do. John can feel her fighting the desire to press them into his hands and get the satisfaction she so desperately craves. He flicks the hard peak, then places the tip of his finger on it rubbing it gently.
Elsie’s hips jerk with the soft stimulation.
Brian begins to knead the flesh on the backs of her thighs, while making his way upward. He’s moving slowly, tortuously, each inch of her flesh bringing her another step closer to fulfillment. His hands are massage the meaty flesh of her ass as his thumbs brush over her folds and her oozing hole. He lowers his face and rubs his cheek against the smooth flesh of her ass cheek, while making little circles with his tongue. He nibbles on the tantalizing skin, wanting to taste her. Elsie moans softly as she pushes back into Brian while burying her face in John’s crotch, her teeth moving over his hardness. John pulls Elsie’s hands over his head and around his neck, stretching her body out further. Elsie’s legs part a little more. She’s almost ready, right on the verge of cumming, but it’s not time yet, she’s not begging.
Brian’s fingers begin to slide between the wet lips of her pussy, as his other hand holds her back firmly, to keep her still. He’s driving and she’s along for the ride.
He circles his finger slowly around her entrance, then spreads her satiny juices all over her, covering her completely from her back hole all the way up to her clit. He inserts the tip of his finger inside her and continues the circles, massaging her, stroking the hot flesh inside. That one fingertip begins to thrust slowly in and out of Elsie as his thumb starts to circle her back hole teasingly. Brian can feel Elsie’s walls clenching inside, grabbing for him, trying to pull him deeper, needing more.
Not yet, Baby Girl, but soon.
John has both of Elsie’s breasts in his big hands, stroking, kneading, and tantalizing them. Elsie has found the tip of John’s cock and has started nibbling, licking, and sucking it through his pants. Her hunger is beginning to skyrocket, with Brian’s fingers fucking her ever so gently and John flicking and pulling and making her nipples scream with delight. She’s pulled taut, she can’t push herself any further on to Brian to seek the satisfaction she needs, to quench her raging lust.
“Oh God…,” she murmurs rubbing her face on John’s cock.
“What do you want, Angel?” John whispers roughly.
“Please, I want to taste you,” she moans deeply.
“What else, Elsie, what do you need,” he growls grabbing her breasts tightly.
“Please…let me cum,” she begs hungrily.
“Soon, Angel, you’re almost ready,” Brian responds tightly from behind her, turning his fingers inside her to rub against her magical, sensitive, spot.
“Oh, please…,” Elsie lets out a long ragged moan.
Brian’s balls are aching, his cock is throbbing. He wants to slam into her so badly and bury himself in her tight, wet, hot, pussy until his toes curl. But it’s not time yet.
“Soon, Angel…,” John murmurs as he opens his pants and frees his throbbing cock.
She was born for this, she submits so beautifully, so naturally, she’s perfect. I would gladly let my cock ache for hours just to have the honor of watching her writhe in pleasure, John thinks as his heart swells, looking down at the vision in his lap.
Elsie’s tongue lavishes John’s cock, every inch of it, every vein and every ridge she outlines with the tip of it. Her lips place sucking kisses on the head, the shaft, his balls, every piece of skin. She hungrily licks the pre-cum oozing from him, then sucks him in begging for more. Her mouth moves to place tiny little nibbles up the velvety steel shaft. She starts at the base, biting, nipping, licking all along the edge. She moves slowly up its wide length, savoring every nip, lick, each sucking kiss, loving the masculine flavor of him. When she reaches the meaty head, her teeth graze along the firm flesh, wanting to devour him. What her pussy is starving for her mouth is feasting on.
Brian can feel her walls closing in on him, so close, she just needs that little push to send her over the edge. She’s fighting the urge to writhe and grind on his finger that’s massaging inside her. He knows she would fuck him back if he wasn’t holding her still.
He slides his other hand to her front, down her stomach, over her naked mound, and through her wet folds. His fingers take her swollen, sensitive, clit between them and begins to pluck it.
“OH PLEASE…,” Elsie moans loudly.
Her feasting on John’s cock becomes more ravenous. The sounds of her slurping and sucking fill the air.
John moves his hands so that one of them is holding his shaft and the other is on the back of Elsie’s head. His hand begins to move up and down its length, meeting Elsie’s wet mouth. The other guides her movements. Brian’s finger finds the sensitive spot inside her again and begins to rub it slowly and tenderly at first, building her need even more. Brian is also watching John’s face.
Now. It’s time.
John’s face tenses and his eyes clench as his head falls back. He buries his cock deep in Elsie’s mouth, pushing her down on him as far as she can swallow.
Brian presses his thumb down on Elsie’s clit and rubs it while his other finger rubs her harder inside, bending it so his knuckle will her the friction she needs.
Elsie explodes around his finger, milking, grasping, pulling him inside.
“Yes, Elsie, suck it all!” John grinds out through clenched teeth.
Brian presses a finger onto Elsie’s back hole. She opens for him and he pushes it all the way in, twisting and turning it in her tight hole.
Elsie screams around John’s cock as the wave of a new orgasm takes her again, before the first one even finishes.
“Oh God!” John bellows as the vibrations from Elsie’s scream reverberate through his cock, balls, and asshole.
He pushes his cock further down her throat as his hot cum continues spurting.
“GRRRRRRRRRR!” he growls sliding his cock in and out of Elsie’s mouth.
Brian’s pulls his fingers from Elsie’s still spasming pussy and grabs hold of his raging cock. He pumps it, the oncoming orgasm sucking his balls up inside him. “FUCK!!” Brian moans loudly as his orgasm overtakes him and his cum shoots all over Elsie’s back.
Brian falls back on his heels and throws his head back. He doesn’t know which was more intense, the holding back or finally giving in to the orgasm.
John takes Elsie’s hands from around his neck and pulls her up to him, kissing her savagely. His hunger for her is still not quenched because he never gives himself to her completely and fully. He can’t, he feels he doesn’t deserve her. Yet his need for her is always gnawing at him, pulling at his soul.
Elsie kisses him back, furiously. Her fire is still roaring, her hunger is still begging. She needs more.
Brian bends over to place a kiss on first one of her cheeks then the other while holding firmly onto her hips.
“Be right back,” he says quietly.
John looks down into Elsie’s lust-flushed face.
“I know, Angel, don’t worry. We’re not finished with you yet,” he says quietly, his voice full of erotic promises.
Her eyes widen at his words and it makes her heartbeat skip.
“More?” she says the word aloud, almost reverently.
“Oh, yes, Elsie, and I think it’s what you’ve been waiting for,” he smiles wickedly at her.
He sits up, pushing her back gently, so that’s she’s sitting on her heels. Brian’s cum is dripping down her back. Brian returns with a towel, to clean her off.
John turns to the trunk and opens it. He takes out
a chain and looks at Elsie with a wicked smile.
Her eyes go wide with uncertainty and her mouth opens slightly.
He walks to the center of the open space and lifts the chain towards one of the dark beams on the ceiling. She realizes that there must be a hook on the side of the beam because he’s hanging the chain from it. On the end of the chain is a metal S hook.
John walks back to Elsie and holds his hand out for her.
“Come, Angel, it’s time to really play now,” he says huskily.
It’s time to see if you’re as ready for this as I think you are, he thinks to himself.
Elsie lifts her still tied hands to take John’s fingers in hers and lifts herself up to a standing position.
He leads her to stand below the chain. Lifting her hands he feeds a loop of the silk tie, binding her wrists, on to the S hook. There is enough slack so that Elsie can hold on to the chain if she wants to, enough that it won’t stop the circulation to her hands.
John steps back and takes in the beautiful vision of Elsie hanging tied and naked before him. His cock is fully erect again, the sight of her bound and waiting for her pleasure makes him ache.
“I’m going to ask you some questions, Angel, and we need you to be perfectly honest with us, understand?” John commands firmly.
There is a more demanding tone to his voice, it’s sexy as hell.
“Yes,” she squeaks out.
She can feel her loins pulsing and throbbing inside her. Her nipples are hard and her breathing is coming quicker. The heat inside of her is making her palms sweat. She’s so turned on right now, it almost surprises her.
Both men’s gazes roam over her naked body. Elsie doesn’t think about her scars anymore. John and Brian have made love to every part of her body, even those.
John’s eyes meet Elsie’s again. The look in his is intense and steely. This is a different man right now. This is a man in complete control, one who will take nothing less than everything.
Elsie’s eyes move to Brian’s. The look in his is glazed heat.
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