by Vanessa Vale
As she held my gaze, she tugged the front of the corset down to sit at the bottom curve of her breasts. Cupping herself, she adjusted her soft flesh until it was fully exposed. With the tight corset beneath, her creamy globes were lifted high and thrust out, the soft pink tips plump and pointing straight towards us. I kent how they tasted, how they felt against my tongue. My mouth watered to suckle at them again, but I wanted something else from her first.
"On your knees, lass." I gestured with my chin to the floor between my wide stretched legs.
"Ian," she countered, her eyes flitting left and right, but I arched a brow.
"I can spank you for your disobeying Ian, but you will still end up on your knees before him," Kane said.
Her eyes flared in surprise at his words. "Disobey? You mean–"
"Yes, we would spank you," Kane reiterated.
Licking her lips, she slid off the bench seat, knelt on the wooden floor, and placed her small hands on my thighs. She swayed with the motion of the stage, her face upturned to look at me with sweet innocence. In this position, she was a sight to behold.
Lowering my head, I kissed her, but only chastely and briefly. I wanted to deepen the kiss, but she had a lesson in cock sucking and I didn't want to divert from that. I didn't want anything to delay her hot little mouth around my cock. Her skin was flushed, her breasts were out and on delightful display, her eyes innocent as to what was to come. I loved her submissive placement between my legs, her mouth only inches from my from my–
"Take out my cock." My words were deep, my need obvious not only in my voice but in the thick length pressed against my pants.
With small, fumbling fingers, Emma undid the placket on my pants and pulled me out. I was incredibly hard, the tip oozing clear liquid in a steady stream. I'd fucked her only an hour before, yet I was ready for her again. What man could resist a wife on her knees before him?
"First lesson, lass, is sucking cock."
Her eyes flared as she understood my more crude terminology. "How?"
"Lick the tip. See how it's dripping for you? Clean it off."
She did. Her dainty little tongue lapped at it, swirling around the plum shaped head. My breath hissed out through clenched teeth at the hot lick.
"How do I taste?"
I watched her throat work as she swallowed. "Salty."
"Good girl. Now take it all the way into your mouth."
As instructed, she engulfed me in her hot warmth as far as she could go, which was not all that far, only half of me filled her. Her eyes widened and she coughed, pulling back. "You're too big!" she gasped, her eyes watering.
"Ye will ken soon enough, lass. Ye are doing fine. For now, take me as far as ye can go."
She did, licking and sucking with a sweet innocence that had my hips coming off the seat. "Grab hold of the base." I ground my teeth together as her grip tightened around me. "Good," I growled. "Now fuck my cock with your mouth."
Lowering her head, she took me into her mouth as far as she could comfortably go then pulled back, over and over. Her mouth was so wet and so hot that she all but seared my flesh. She was so earnest, so eager to comply with my instruction that my balls tightened, my orgasm close.
"Her mouth is as tight and perfect as her cunny," I told Kane, savoring the tight suction. I wouldn't last long, the need to come so intense.
"She's being a very good girl," Kane praised as he watched Emma take my cock. His big hand ran over her head, stroked her silky hair in reassurance.
I closed my eyes and gave in to the pleasure of her tentative tongue, the hot licks, the sweet sucking until I was almost there. "I'm going to come in your mouth, lass. Ye need to take it all. Our seed belongs in ye. Your cunny, your mouth, your ass. Swallow it all down."
My hips thrust up to join with the ministrations of her mouth and culminated in the most intense release that I groaned, my fingers gripping the hard bench seat, as my seed shot into the back of Emma's throat. Pulse after pulse, I throbbed against her tongue. She was sucking me dry all the while trying to swallow my seed. All she accomplished with her unskilled actions was choking on the copious seed before backing off my cock, the final white ropes of my cum spurting onto her upturned breasts. My release was explosive and did not seem to end. Some thick cream dripped down her chin and one large glob landed on her plump nipple. The erotic sight of her being marked in such a way prevented my cock from softening.
She'd done an impressive, albeit sloppy job. I came quickly and reveled in her first mouth fucking, my body sated. I had to catch my breath, for she had the ability to render my body useless until I could recover.
Even though she did beautifully, there was a lesson here for Emma to learn and I couldna veer from teaching her what we expected of her just because of her eagerness to please. However, I was too replete to do anything, the haze of lust and release overwhelming. My cock rested half erect against my open pants, wet and shiny from Emma's mouth. My shoulders slid across the seat back with the sway of the coach. Fortunately, Kane recognized my state and took over.
He shook his head in disappointment.
She glanced up at him through her lashes as she lifted her hand to wipe her chin.
"Don't," he told her. He leaned forward and ran his finger over the cooling seed and fed it to her. "Lick." Her lips closed over his finger and she sucked it as if it were a cock. "You disobeyed, Emma."
He pushed a second finger in her mouth to join the first, sliding the digits in and out like I did my cock. Slowly, he worked the fingers further and further back until met with her instinctive reaction to choke. Pressing down on her tongue, he held his fingers in place. "You must adjust to taking a cock. All the way."
Her hands wrapped around his wrist as her eyes widened in panic. She was breathing, air going in and out quickly through her nose, but she fought him and the innate reaction for something to be so deep in her mouth.
"Shh. Settle," Kane murmured, his tone calming her. After only a few seconds, he pulled back, slipped his fingers from her mouth.
"You didn't swallow his seed, baby." He glanced down at her exposed breasts and the viscous cream spread in random pulses across her pale flesh. I liked seeing my seed mark her this way, a stain of possession.
Emma lowered her head to see for herself. "I'm sorry, Kane, Ian, but it was too much. It...it surprised me."
She was correct; my seed had been plentiful. Her lush mouth had pulled it all from me.
"It is your job to do our bidding and you did not."
Her brow furrowed. "I had no idea it would be so...copious. I now know what to expect, therefore I will do better next time."
Kane stroked her hair again and she tilted her head into the caress, clearly savoring, and even craving, the affection. "Of course you will, but you must be punished."
She sat back on her heels, a frown marring her brow. "Punished? Why?"
"Because you did not swallow Ian's seed."
"But–"
He held up his hand and she quieted. Pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket, Kane wiped at her breasts, smearing away all traces of my emissions.
"Over my lap, please."
She shook her head. "Kane, no. I will be good."
"You were a very good girl, sucking his cock, but we do not take disobedience lightly. We will no longer be in a large town but on a ranch where it is wild and untamed. Following rules can save your life, therefore we must know that you will obey us in all things. It is our job to keep you safe, but your job to listen so we may do so. Now, over my knees." He deepened his voice and hardened his gaze.
She glanced at me, perhaps seeking a pardon.
"Your delay has added five additional strikes of Kane's palm," I told her. "Would ye like to delay longer and make it ten?"
She scurried to obey, realizing the consequence was growing. When she positioned herself correctly, her belly pressing into Kane's thighs, her feet just touched the floor of the stage on one side, her hair a curtain about he
r head on the other. I could see her breasts pointing downwards, the nipples tight and furled. I had to shift my legs out of the way to make room for hers. Lifting her dress, Kane tugged it up to bunch around her waist. Her legs were covered in stockings with pale blue ribbons securing them on her thighs. Her drawers, however, were a hindrance.
Using both hands, Kane ripped the delicate material exposing the pale globes of her arse. He'd strategically placed her so I could get a good glimpse. He let the torn material fall to the wooden floor below her head so she could look at them. "No more drawers, baby. Your cunny must be available to us at all times. Spread your legs, please."
She shook her head in defiance.
Kane spanked her, his palm landing in a firm strike against her left cheek.
"Kane!"
She jolted and cried out more in surprise than in pain. The strike hadn't been overly hard; it was more of a warning and introduction than true punishment.
Quickly realizing Kane was very serious, she widened her legs and I could see her cunny clearly as Kane began to spank her. Even though I'd just come, my cock hardened at the sweet sight, her lips there red and swollen from being fucked twice. "Count, please."
Each strike landed someplace new on her untried bottom, the skin turning a light pink, yet quickly turning darker as she counted. It was the most arousing of sights. When she called out the tenth strike, she was crying, yet the fight had left her. Instead of kicking out and wiggling her hips, she'd given up and took her punishment, her body lax. Kane's strikes weren't overly hard, but solely for her to learn the consequences of her actions. She would be turned over a knee as needed, especially if she did something that would put her safety in jeopardy.
Seeing her accept the error of her ways was a sweet sight. Her submission was beautiful and I was very pleased. Kane, no doubt, was as well.
"Fifteen," she sobbed.
Gently, Kane caressed her hot flesh, soothing her with words. "You did beautifully, sweetheart, taking your punishment like a good girl."
Once she settled, her breaths coming evenly and slowly, Kane helped her up and onto the bench seat across from us once again, brushing the hair back from her face and kissing her brow gently. It was a mild spanking and she would quickly recover, however the hard seat and the bumpy ride would keep her mind on her transgression.
"Put yer feet up on our knees," I said.
She frowned at me in confusion, so I patted the bend in my leg where I intended. "Give me your foot." I held out my hands, palms up.
She lifted her foot and I placed it against the front of my knee. Once she saw what I expected, she placed the other one in Kane's hand and he placed it against his own knee. This position had her sitting lower on the bench so her arse was off the edge, keeping the brunt of her weight off her sore flesh.
"There. That's better, isn't it? Your arse will be sore for a little while, but sitting this way should ease your discomfort," I said, stroking my hand up and down her stocking covered calf.
It was also an unladylike position, her shoulders slumped, her legs wide, her breasts uncovered and thrust out. My smeared seed had dried upon them leaving a dappled haze on her creamy skin. Emma was most certainly a lady, but neither Kane nor I were gentleman, at least not when we were alone with her. "Pull your skirt up. Show me my cunny, or as ye say here in America, pussy."
When she didn't comply to my request, I arched my brow. Her eyes lowered and she complied, although her dislike of the action was obvious. Slowly, her fingers pulled the blue silk up higher and higher so it pooled at her waist. I moved my knee wider, which opened her legs further. We had the perfect vantage of her body.
"You are so beautiful, Emma. Every inch of you." I couldn't help but stare at her delectable cunny and the way the tops of her creamy thighs were at full advantage above the edge of her stockings.
Her cheeks heated and her hands gripped the edge of her seat, her knuckles white.
"Ye dinna ken so?" I asked.
She looked shocked by my question. "My breasts are exposed and my legs are apart and you can see...everything!"
Both of us grinned.
"Your body belongs to us and we will look at it as we wish. Your cunny is all swollen from our cocks, your lips there are open. Your arousal is obvious, lass. You doubt me, but your thighs, they're glistening with your desire. You liked the spanking."
She tried to move her legs together but I gripped her ankle, Kane the other. "I did not!" she replied, full of indignation.
"Your body doesn't lie, sweetheart," Kane said. "Your nipples are tight pink buds."
She pursed her lips, her eyes bright with anger.
"I allow ye to like it, lass," I told her, my voice soothing.
"Allow me?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Aye. Ye are allowed to enjoy showing your gorgeous cunny to your men. Ye are allowed to be aroused by it, for we most certainly are. Touch yourself. Make yourself come."
"What?" she squeaked.
"Touch your cunny with your fingers until you come."
"I don't want to," she countered as she shook her head.
"Your mind dinna want to, but your body is desperate for release. As I said, I allow ye to like it. In fact, ye have nay choice. Ye will stay just like this until you come. I would assume we are close to Simms, which means the stage will stop."
"But the driver!" she cried.
We would never share the view of her delectable body with a stranger like the stage driver. Her body was precious. She was precious to us. "It's your choice. Show us how ye pleasure yourself or get another spanking beforehand."
She pulled against our hold on her ankles, but we would not release her. This was the time for her to learn to obey me. Both of us. Punishment would be plentiful because of her willful spirit, but she'd quickly learn that we always pleasured her when she was good.
"Five minutes to Simms! Five minutes," the stage driver yelled, his voice loud even over the rumbling of the wheels.
Emma gasped in surprise and her right hand flew to her cunny, her fingers rubbing over it in untried ways.
"Find your clit," Kane instructed. We wanted her to succeed. She'd earned a sweet release. We wanted to watch her as she came for it was a most beautiful sight. "Remember that place I touched you yesterday with my fingers? Yes, I can see you found it. Now, small circles. Just like that."
We might force her to pleasure herself, but that didn't mean we couldn't guide her. She was inexperienced and it was our job to tell her what to do.
Her cunny was slippery and wet and soon her fingers were shiny and coated with her arousal. Her eyes fell closed and she relaxed into the seat, giving in to our demands and focusing on her cunny.
"Good girl. We can see what makes ye feel good. Oh, tiny circles on your clit? What about your cunny, your pussy, does it feel empty? Ye can slip your fingers of your other hand in, ye ken. Aye, like that." I talked to her all the while she played with herself. Her nipples softened, her back bowed and her mouth parted and I knew she was close. She was a glorious sight and perhaps we would have her sit on display like this every time we were in a stage.
"Come for us, lass. Show us your pleasure."
She shook her head back and forth, her hand continuing to move. "I can't, I can't do it!" she cried out.
Kane shifted, placing her foot on the edge of the bench seat and moved to sit beside her. He ran his hands over her puckered nipples and played with them as he leaned in and murmured in her ear. "Let go and come, baby. This isn't your decision. You don't have to like what you're doing, but you are allowed to feel pleasure in it. Feel pleasure knowing we are watching. You are so beautiful. Good girl."
Her body tensed and her eyes flared open in surprise. She cried out as she came, her back bowing, her fingers slipping over her clit persistently. Her skin flushed a pretty pink all the way down to her upturned breasts, her skin bright with a sheen of perspiration. When the tremors left her body, when her heart rate slowed, she remained slumped up
on the seat, her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips. Her hand rested over her used cunny, her fingers glistening. We each held an ankle and enjoyed the view until the stage began to slow. There was nothing like a woman sated and replete from her pleasure, especially when the woman belonged to us.
CHAPTER SIX
EMMA
The ride from Simms to the men’s ranch was several hours in duration. The exact length I was unsure of, but it felt interminable. I was sore...there, from the spanking, but also inside where my maidenhead used to be. They'd permitted me to button up the front of my dress so I appeared to the stage driver and any passerby that I was a modest, demure woman, although I now knew better.
Kane had insisted I ride upon his lap as it was horses only from Simms on. I'd objected at first, but he'd placed me sideways across his muscular thighs and the discomfort wasn't as terrible. He'd held me securely in the circle of his arms, the sway of the animal lulling me. I shouldn't have found comfort as I was, but I did.
The side of my face rested against his chest and I could hear the steady beat of his heart. He smelled good, radiated warmth and I felt...safe. With Ian riding beside us, I knew nothing could happen to me. Neither Thomas nor any other man would harm me again. And yet, was I safe from these men? They'd touched me, used me, punished me in ways I never imagined. It had all been so illicit, so carnal, so wrong. Everything I'd done in the stage was beyond my scope of imagination, but would probably be an everyday occurrence with them. The way they'd made me find pleasure in what I'd done had me confused, frightened even, by my own reactions. I'd liked it! Even after being so debased, I'd come, harder than any previous time and it had been incredibly good. All that had been missing was a cock filling me.
We rode up to a large house built solely of logs. It was two stories and vast, with a covered porch that wrapped all the way around. Ian tied his lead to a rail then came over and helped me down from Kane's lap. Various buildings were scattered about the land in the distance. A barn, with a hayloft was attached to a longer, one story stable. A fenced paddock with several horses grazing was beside it. Further away, several smaller structures, and in the distance, set upon rises in the landscape, were other houses, discernible by their porches, stone chimneys and windows. Our arrival must have been witnessed or heard as several men approached.
