“I drink in moderation now. Anyway, if you don’t mind, I’m going to leave you tied up until I’ve made us both a cup of tea. After that, I am rather hoping you will get me hard again.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” replied Helen, looking forward to taking that cock in her mouth, or maybe up her arse.
ICE BREAKER
Landon Dixon
Bert Metcalfe would show his wife. Literally and figuratively.
Constance had been chillier than an arctic storm front lately, the Metcalfes’ marriage on the rocks. Bert couldn’t even remember the last time he and Constance had had sex, and he was not sure he even wanted to. After fifteen years, a frost had grown between them that seemingly nothing could melt. Bert had contemplated a divorce, but Constance wouldn’t even give him that much.
So, one afternoon when Bert knew his wife would be away for an hour or so, he brought two other women into their home, and marital bed.
“There she is!” he yelled, like Captain Ahab sighting the great white whale. He pointed at the large bed whose mattress had stiffened up considerably from disuse over the past year. “Room enough for everyone!”
“Sweet,” Tila said, smacking her gum around in her mouth suggestively, glancing from Bert to the bed even more suggestively.
She was in her twenties, had a hard, brittle face and grey eyes to match, and scraggly shoulder-length orange hair. But while the make-up was heavy and the intelligence light, her tits were large and lush, spilling out of her red halter top; her ass was equally plump and curved, bulging out of a short leather skirt. She began stripping off her clothes, as the other woman, Cecilia, shyly looked on.
Cecilia was as dark as coal, skin gleaming under the lights, her face round like her big brown eyes, her long black hair braided into a ponytail. She was dressed in tight black jeans and a tight white top, looking fresh and clean compared to Tila, and even more desirable to Bert.
“You gonna join the party, sweetheart?” Tila leered at the girl, already down to her lacy red bra and lacy red thong. Her skin was emblazoned with ten too many tattoos, but Bert’s breath caught in his throat, nonetheless, when she un-cinched her brimming bra at the front and let her tits spill out. They hung low, but were huge and ponderous, their pale skin threaded with blue veins, nipples fat and cherry-red. She hefted her tits, shoved a distended nipple up to her mouth and sucked on it, grinning at Bert and Cecilia. Then she dropped her knockers and turned around and slid her thong down over her swollen moons, doing it nice and slow so Bert and the girl could appreciate the display. Bert did, licking his lips, Cecilia biting hers.
Now fully and blatantly naked, Tila strolled over to Cecilia, her jugs shuddering obscenely. She placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders from behind and whispered in her ear, “Don’t be shy.” Then she pulled Cecilia’s T-shirt out of her jeans and up over her head.
Cecilia covered her bared chest with her hands, her eyes gone even wider. But Tila gripped the girl’s wrists and forced her arms back down, exposing Cecilia’s firm, conical B-cuppers to Bert. “Suck on them, Bert!” Tila hissed. “She wants you to suck on her tits!”
Bert moved closer, unsure. But when Cecilia shook her head, he grabbed her breasts, thrust his head down and caught a licorice tip in his mouth and sucked on it. Cecilia shut her eyes and moaned, leaning back against Tila.
“Yeah, she wants it, Bert!” Tila rasped. “She loves it when you suck on her tits!” Tila bit into the girl’s slender neck, as Bert inhaled her other jutting nipple, tugging on it.
“Time to taste some real dark meat, huh, Bert?” Tila murmured after a while. She unbuttoned Cecilia’s jeans and yanked down the zipper.
Bert let go of her glistening tits and helped Tila pull Cecilia’s jeans down. The girl wasn’t wearing any panties, her slit shaven-smooth, even darker than the rest of her. Tila pushed Bert down to his knees in the shag, and then spread Cecilia’s pussy lips with her fingers from behind.
Bert stared into the shining neon pink. He swallowed, hard. He’d never cheated on his wife with another woman before, let alone two, despite the disintegration of their relationship. Until now.
And now he wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do, after all. Did Constance really deserve this sort of betrayal? Had things gotten this bad, beyond any chance of repair?
Bert slowly pulled his head back. But Tila grabbed onto his hair and planted his face in between Cecilia’s legs.
And Bert grasped the girl’s bulging booty and hungrily licked at her gleaming snatch. She smelled too good, tasted too good, and he’d been too long without pussy, the heat and the desire overwhelming him. This was what his wife should be getting if she’d only let him, he rationalized in his addled mind, as he hungrily lapped Cecilia’s slit.
She trembled in Tila’s arms and Bert’s hands, pushing her pussy into Bert’s face. Tila cupped her tits and rolled her nipples, making the girl moan, making Bert lick even harder and faster.
Until Tila suddenly pulled the whimpering girl back, spun her around and kissed her. Then she helped Bert to his feet and kissed him, licking the girl’s tangy juices off the man’s lips and chin and nose. “Time to pleasure you, handsome,” she said, helping Bert off with his clothes.
Cecilia joined in, and the two women had Bert out of his suit and as naked as they were in a matter of moments. Bert’s cock pointed arrow-straight out from his loins, long and hard, leaving no doubt as to his decision and direction any longer. He climbed onto the bed and sat up with his back to the headboard, Tila and Cecilia climbing up and stretching out on either side of his legs.
They grasped his cock, and Bert grunted, staring down at the pair. Their pussies and tits pressed into his legs, their soft, hot hands clutched his dick. Tila blew on Bert’s hood, and Cecilia shot out the thickest, pinkest tongue the man had ever seen and slurped up his shaft in one long, shuddering stroke.
“Fuck!” he growled, grabbing on to the girl’s ponytail.
Cecilia and Tila took turns licking Bert’s shaft, dragging their wet tongues up from his balls to his slit, over and over, licking up each other’s spit, painting Bert’s foreskin with pleasure. He lolled his head back and fisted his hands in their hair, feeling each and every throbbing caress.
“Oh my God!” someone screamed.
Bert opened his eyes, stared at his wife.
She stood in the doorway of their bedroom, shopping bags on the floor, hands at her mouth, blue eyes wide with horror and anguish.
The two women alongside Bert’s upthrust cock looked at each other, at the primly attired woman in the doorway, then up at the man they’d been licking. He grinned and pushed their heads back down, got them tonguing his cock again.
For a split second Bert had felt pity for his wife. But her absurd overreaction only made him angry again, showed him all over again what a stuck-up prude she really was. “Suck my cock, Tila!” he growled, giving the woman’s head a jerk. “Suck on my cock like my bitch of a wife won’t!”
Tila pulled Bert’s stiff rod her way and engulfed the man’s meaty hood with her bee-stung lips, swallowed three-quarters of his shaft up in the wet-hot cauldron of her mouth.
Bert bucked, driving his dick deep into Tila’s throat, staring at his wife and surging with vicious pleasure. “Fuck, she’s a good cocksucker, Constance!” he jeered.
Tila easily accepted the challenge, vigorously bobbing her head up and down, wet-vaccing Bert’s dong balls to knob, deep-throating with practiced abandon. While Cecilia slid her plush lips over Bert’s tightened nut sac and tugged on it whole.
“God, Bert! How could you!” Constance gasped, leaning back against the door frame.
“It was easy!” Bert hissed, thrusting his hips in rhythm to Tila’s fearsome sucking.
She popped her mouth off Bert’s dick and handed it over to Cecilia. The young woman eagerly gobbled up Bert’s cock, both women inspired by the audience they now had, like Bert. Cecilia’s wide nostrils flared hot air all over Bert’s groin,
her thick lips tugging on his dong, tongue cushioning, bathing his shaft.
“Fuck, she can suck cock as good as the other one, Constance!” Bert exclaimed. “I’ve never been so fucking hard!”
Constance stared at the threesome on her bed, her eyes gone strangely dull, pretty face flushed. “Yes, Bert,” she breathed, her left hand wandering up to her left breast, grasping it through her blue dress. “Why don’t you fuck them, Bert? Fuck both of the sluts on our bed.”
It was Bert’s turn to gape. He’d expected Constance’s first reaction, had looked forward to it with relish. But he hadn’t expected this second reaction. His wife was gripping and squeezing her tit, while her other hand slid down in between her legs, bunching her dress there, as she watched her husband get his cock sucked by two women.
Bert could hardly believe it. He didn’t know what to make of it. But, once again, his cock showed him the way. It surged even longer and harder in Cecilia’s sucking mouth, the man aroused to new heights by the raw, emotional sight of his wife getting turned on by watching him cheat on her. He rushed to fulfill what she’d said, his and her fantasy both apparently – fucking a stranger, two strangers, while she watched.
Tila lay flat on her back while Cecilia crouched over the top of her. Bert stuck the black girl from behind, ramming into her pussy full-length. “Fuck, she’s so hot and juicy!” he groaned at his wife.
She moaned back, “Fuck her, Bert! Fuck the slut!” Her hands were inside her dress now, clasping a breast in her bra, rubbing her pussy in her panties.
Bert had never seen Constance so aroused in their entire fifteen years of marriage. He hammered Cecilia’s pussy, smacking his thighs against her big, rippling ass, on fire with the sudden turn of events, the strange new kinky twist his marriage had taken.
He shot a glance downward, saw Cecilia and Tila kissing, Tila’s hands all over Cecilia’s tits. Then he looked back up again, enthralled at the sight of his wife excitedly feeling herself up while he fucked another woman. “Take off your dress!” he yelled at her. “I want to see you naked – fondling yourself naked while I fuck these two sluts!”
He yanked his cock out of Cecilia’s dripping gash and dropped lower, slammed his dong in between Tila’s legs. He plunged balls-deep into her wide-open snatch, watching his wife pull her dress up over her head. She stood there in her plain white bra and panties, her body glowing. “Take off your underwear!” he gritted, thrusting into Tila’s pussy. “Finger-fuck yourself, pull on your nipples while you watch me fuck!”
Constance obeyed, unclasping and pulling her bra away, pushing down her panties and stepping out of them. He admired her slender, shapely body, her creamy-white tits and brilliant pink nipples, the thatch of blonde hair in between her long legs. His cock leaped in Tila’s cunt, as his wife cupped and kneaded her bare breasts, rolled and pulled on her nipples.
“Your cunt!” he gasped. “Fuck yourself!”
“Yes, Bert! Yes!” She dropped a hand off her chest and plunged three fingers into her pussy, churned.
“Fuck, yeah, Constance!” Bert howled. He pulled his dripping cock out of Tila’s pussy and plugged it back into Cecilia’s, as his wife bent forward with the force of her fingers, slamming her pussy at the same frantic pace that he was slamming Cecilia’s cunt.
There was just the two of them now, Bert’s cock buried in another woman’s pussy but really in his wife’s snatch, where her fingers were flying like his dick. They stared at one another, on fire with their mutual lust. It had taken a severe jolt to bring their marriage back to life, but it was back, living, breathing, lusting.
Bert jerked his cock out of Cecilia and jumped off the bed and ran over to his wife. He slammed her up against the door frame with the savage force of his cock spearing into her cunt. She grabbed on to his ass and dug her nails in, spurring him on. “Fuck me, Bert!” she cried, bouncing off the wood with the brutal power of his longing. “Fuck me like you used to!”
“No!” Bert yelled back, pistoning her pussy. “Like I’m going to from now on!”
He grabbed her legs and she instantly wrapped them around his waist, hooking her ankles together, so his frantically pumping cock could delve even deeper inside her. The wall shook, the sexual intervention rushing toward a climax.
“I love you, Constance!” Bert cried in his wife’s face, his body on fire and balls on boil.
She desperately kissed him, tongued him, getting drilled to the sexual core. “Oh, God, I’m coming, Bert!” she shrieked, shaking in his arms.
“Me, too!” he hollered, ramming her pussy.
They both jerked, jolted by orgasm, Constance gushing her joy, Bert spurting his. They came and came and came, together.
“Well, I guess our job is done here,” Tila commented wryly to Cecilia as they watched the ecstatic couple.
“I’ll send you our bill,” Tila said to Bert, as she escorted Cecilia out of the bedroom. The two hookers had more johns to bed before the day and night were through, hopefully ones that didn’t bring their emotional baggage along for the ride.
Bert took no notice, his eyes and mouth and arms and cock full of his loving wife.
ATTENTION GRABBER
Lynn Lake
Teresa strolled up to Angelo in her thigh-high, blood-red leather boots, tapping the riding crop across her open left palm. “Comfortable?” she asked, stopping in front of the naked man and flicking the flexible tip of the crop against the underside of his cock.
Angelo jerked against his restraints, his big, hairy body bathed in sweat. He was secured to the huge padded black X against the bedroom wall by metal cuffs clamped over his wrists and ankles, his arms upraised along the upper half of the X, legs spread out along the lower half.
He’d spotted Teresa sipping cappuccino at an outdoor café, the woman looking sleek and sexy in a knee-length white cotton skirt and sleeveless blue satin blouse, her smooth, suntanned limbs on display, long, brown hair shining in waves. He’d made his move, a guy used to getting his way with women – his flashy clothes and confident manner and rugged good looks stamping him as a player. And he’d gotten his way with Teresa, initially.
The tall, slender brunette had led him on to her home, into her bedroom.
But then the tables had turned so quickly Angelo still wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. Teresa had started unbuttoning her blouse, and so he’d stripped off his designer T-shirt and jeans in an instant, always quick to pick up on a lady, paying little attention to that big black X bolted to the wall.
She’d pushed him up against the X, locked down his arms and legs before he could fully react, before he could even get in a kiss. He’d struggled then, but even his impressive strength was no match for the sturdy metal restraints.
Then he’d stopped struggling and stared, his cock rising upward and outward, as Teresa had slipped into something more uncomfortable – an ultra-short black latex skirt and red-piped, black latex crop top, the crimson leather boots. The dungeonwear gleamed under the muted lights, squeaking and creaking and crunching, as Teresa walked forward and toyed with Angelo’s pulsating cock with her riding crop.
“Hey . . . I-I was just looking for a good time, you know,” he stammered, brown eyes gone wide, big body trembling.
“And I was looking for just the opposite,” Teresa breathed back in his face. “I guess you’ll have to compromise, won’t you?” She smacked Angelo’s cock with the horse whip.
“Jesus!” he yelped, body and cock jumping.
He licked his lips, and swallowed, staring at Teresa’s large breasts pushed together in the second-skin latex top, her long, tanned legs cascading down out of the super-short, butt-hugging skirt. And despite the fear he felt at the strange and twisted turn of events, he just couldn’t get his erection to go down.
Teresa’s sultry hazel eyes shone with the knowledge. “You’ll get off when I let you get off, Angelo. I’m in control now.” She flicked his brilliant pink nipples through the dark-matted hair on his chest, making t
he bull of a man quiver on the end of her crop, his cock leap higher.
A key rattled in the door down the hall.
Angelo stiffened all over. Teresa swatted his cock one way, then the other. The door opened, closed.
“Who . . . who’s that!?” Angelo rasped.
“Just my husband,” Teresa replied. “Home late from work, as usual.”
Another layer of sweat sprouted up on Angelo’s naked body. He pleaded, his voice cracking, “Look, you gotta let me go! I didn’t know you were married!”
Teresa thumbed the two diamond rings on the third finger of her left hand, riding the crop up and down Angelo’s heaving stomach and chest, as the footsteps sounded in the hallway, coming closer. “There’s no way out now, lover boy.”
The bedroom door pushed all the way open. “Teresa, I’m—”
The tall, lanky blond-haired man stared at his wife in her erotic leather and latex, at the squirming, sweating man manacled to the X.
“You’re late, Lane. Again,” Teresa said. “I got tired of waiting for you this time.”
Lane dropped his tan leather briefcase down on the carpet, his lean body gone rigid, handsome face hard. “OK, I know maybe I’ve been neglecting you lately, but that’s no reason to—”
“Take off your clothes, Lane,” Teresa interrupted. “Now!” She smacked the riding crop down on her palm, her breasts jumping and eyes flashing.
Lane undressed, obediently stripping off his suit jacket and tie, his shirt and pants, shoes and socks. The late hours he’d been putting in at the office, away from his wife, the games he and Teresa had once played in the bedroom, had come back to bite him. Teresa was high-maintenance, used to getting attention. “Please, honey, can’t we just—”
“Lie down on the bed. You’re going to watch me and Angelo.”
Lane knew better than to argue. He lay down on his back on the bed, naked, and Teresa quickly tied his wrists and ankles to the brass posts at both ends of the bed, using a pair of sheer black silk stockings and a pair of blue nylon stockings.
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