Devin had never had the pleasure of actually lacing this corset up for anyone. Chase did, often, but Chase had never seemed to care. It obviously affected Chase now as Devin cinched the laces tighter across Lacey’s back. Each precise tug caused the naked breast to jiggle, so Lacey covered both of them with her forearm. She must know she couldn’t do that forever.
“There,” breathed Devin, taking Lacey by the upper arms. He led her to one of the many upright mirrors positioned about the store. To encourage her to display herself, he bent at the knees and took a big lick from the side of her neck. Her lily scent filled his nostrils, and he couldn’t resist nibbling at her shoulder. “Absolutely beautiful, Lacey.”
He glanced at Chase, standing helplessly with his hands bound behind his back. Chase was used to many things. This was his store, after all. He was jaded, not easily impressed. And Devin could tell by the way Chase’s lower jaw hung askew that he was impressed now.
“A collar would look good,” Chase suggested dumbly.
The collar pegs were nearby, so Devin flipped one off and unsnapped it. It was black leather to match the corset, and Chase was right. When he snapped it around Lacey’s neck it nearly completed the look.
“There’s even a little ring for a leash,” Chase pointed out.
Inspired by Chase’s helplessness, Devin decided to push it a little farther. He stripped off his thin T-shirt and intensely watched Lacey’s face. He didn’t normally parade around the streets or the merchants association meetings shirtless, but he had a vague idea that he had an admirable torso. Sometimes he thought people were just wondering what his tattoos were, but both Incan bicep tattoos could be seen with the T-shirt on. Indeed, Lacey’s pupils dilated and her delectable lower lip shined as she watched him in the mirror.
He glued his naked torso to her half-nude back and wrapped one arm across her breastbone. She still kept her forearm clamped to cover her nipples, but the direct contact with his skin made her eyes slide shut and her head wobbled slightly on a weak neck. “Now, Lacey,” he whispered into her ear in between slurps to her neck. “We need you to relax. I’m not a brutal satyr like Chase likes to think.”
“He can be gentle,” Chase said helpfully.
When Devin lifted her hand from her tit, she allowed him. His free hand slid up the corset to cup the naked breast that now swung freely. Soft, heavy, full in his hand. He hadn’t even touched the nipple when Chase felt obligated to say soothingly, “Easy, buckaroo.”
Of course, Chase knew that Devin was about to shoot his load. He lightly touched the breast of this stunning, regal, yes, voluptuous woman, and it had been so long since he’d touched soft female skin he was overwhelmed with the sensation. Chase, of course, had soft skin, but this was different. Where Chase’s skin was velvet, Lacey’s skin was cream. And she had breasts. Big, rounded, aesthetically pleasing—
Without forethought, Devin found himself on his knees in front of Lacey, yanking the black panties down to her feet. Wrapping his hands around her thighs and lifting her, setting her down on a bookshelf, knocking books about blowjobs and G-spots to the floor. From her perch here, she could still watch in the mirror, still admire his broad, muscular back, his shoulders deeply tanned from riding around the ranch, his tramp stamp.
“Dear Mistress Lacey,” he said passionately. She looked beatific gazing down on him, her long strawberry curls flowing over her nipples. “I’m sorry, but I have an overwhelming need to dive into your beautiful muff. Right now.”
And he did.
She cried out like a little girl, but her thighs were spread, and Devin nudged his nose into the cleft between her labia. Her tight strawberry curls filled his nostrils as he lapped away at the prepuce. Long and plump, it was much juicier and fatter than he recalled a woman’s clitoris. Since allegedly he was an expert cocksucker, it was an easy shift to imagine it as a small cock. He lapped away with long, firm strokes, eliciting a whole series of ecstatic sighs and hisses from the woman.
This was good. This would build her confidence, show her that men were harmless, really, and give her a mind-blowing orgasm. It was win-win on all counts.
And Chase. Of course Chase couldn’t sit still and watch like a good boy. No, he had to scoot over on his butt. He couldn’t just admire Lacey’s long white legs, Devin’s strong tongue muscles, or even Lacey’s pretty pubic hair. No, he had to talk. And talk.
“Good Lord, Dev. You look delicious eating that pussy. You’re so hungry for it. Does it taste like you remember? Maybe I’ll get a taste of it, too. I can barely recall what it’s like. You must be as good a pussy-licker as you are a cocksucker. I can tell by her reaction. Look, she’s strangling you with her thigh, just like I do when you suck me off.”
Devin paused in his lapping to glare down at his partner. It was long enough for Lacey to whimper loudly, cry “no!” and grab a handful of Devin’s hair to urge him back.
Devin captured Chase violently by the scruff of the neck, forcing his face to Devin’s crotch. “Suck me,” he commanded huskily.
And Chase did.
Chapter Eight
Good God in heaven. Have I died? Is this thoroughly gorgeous, virile, ripped man really on his knees eating my pussy like it was tiramisu?
Yes, I think I’m dead. Because now that other ripped stud built like a brick shithouse is between Devin’s thighs, choking down his impressive…thick…cock.
Oh, how she wished she weren’t so nearsighted! Of course she’d left her glasses back at Delight Hardware. Luckily she hadn’t been wearing them when Devin came to invite her here. But her eyesight was still good enough to see that Chase slid those 501s down over naked, sinewy hips nearly as tanned and shimmering as the shoulders that now propped up her white, pasty thighs.
This was incredible! Not only were these two generous, kind-hearted, stunningly sexy men treating her as though she weren’t a pasty lard-ass, this virile stud with the big heart was actually licking her pussy as though his life depended on it. And he was an expert, plying her prepuce with long, fat-tongued licks, slurping away as though she actually tasted good, each stroke of his athletic tongue taking her higher and higher to that plateau from where there was no return.
Devin’s hair, squishing between her fingers, was silky and spiky. Even his goddamned skull was muscular. Why were these two delicious men doing this for, or to, her? Lacey was suspicious. Obviously something was missing from their relationship, or they wouldn’t have sought her out. It had occurred to her they were in cahoots with Ben and this was one big massive joke, because Ben hadn’t hurt her enough yet. He needed to hurt her more, so he’d hired or cajoled these two to set up this elaborate plot where she made herself vulnerable, then Ben jumped out with a video camera. Aha!
She doubted that. No, there was something else missing from these gay men’s relationship. Obviously, for some reason it pleased them to toy with her. Maybe that was it, nothing more complicated than that. I’m a toy. They wanted amusement, and a girl was a novelty to them.
Well, if being their toy involved a pussy-lashing like this, Lacey would perform like a bobble-head and spin like a top.
Devin brought her rapidly up the face of the cliff—that cliff Lacey knew so well from sessions with her trusty old, loud-as-a-chainsaw vibrator. It was so old it was probably made by Westinghouse, but it did the job admirably, so she had never had a need to replace it. The final shove off the cliff’s edge came when Devin seized his lover by the neck like a mother dog with her puppy. Chase flopped, too, with his hands cinched helplessly behind his back. But before Lacey could gasp another breath, Devin had his long, thick penis hanging out of his fly, and Chase was sucking it down like it was a milkshake.
Lacey was overwhelmed with awe. It had never occurred to her to imagine anything like this, and if she had, it probably wouldn’t have filled her with a rush of lust as it did now. There was something entirely raunchy, nasty, and more than a little bit forbidden to having her pussy licked by a muscular buck who was having his
own penis sucked…by another man. Wasn’t this wrong? Wasn’t this perverted or nasty or debauched or—Oh, fuck it. Lacey came suddenly, unexpectedly, with an intensity that scared her.
Devin’s ferocious licking coaxed from her depths an orgasm that wrenched her very uterus. It felt like a giant hand scrunching all her female organs, squeezing every drop of juice from her. And Devin, poor Devin, he just lapped innocently away, not knowing that each stroke of his powerful tongue was sending a flood of ecstasy throughout her pelvis. She hiccupped, she choked, she ground her teeth. She tried to hold in the overwhelming wave of invectives and animal sounds that threatened to spill from her mouth. She shuddered her hips against the poor man, shaking like a plastic bag full of Jell-O.
The floodgate broke. Lacey whinnied like a goddamned horse. She wailed like an air raid siren! Her eyes were squeezed together as though she underwent extreme torture and her head thrashed from side to side, but Devin wouldn’t stop. He diddled away furiously like a racehorse in the final lap, going for the finish line. Lacey didn’t realize until much later her fingernails had probably broken the skin of his scalp, she was digging them in so horrifically.
It seemed a long time until the ecstatic spasms abated enough for her to force her eyes open, because she really wanted to see what the men were doing. Devin must’ve known that the tide was ebbing, too, for he backed off with his tongue. Each of his pants against her overly-sensitive clit made her gasp and twitch. Struggling to raise herself on her hands, Lacey knocked over a few books about wild sex positions in time to see Devin pumping his hips, his spine undulating beautifully like a trained seal. Chase struggled to gulp his lover’s semen. Unable to grip Devin’s hips, he had to bob his head like a toy to keep up with the ejaculate.
One of Devin’s hands kept Lacey’s pussy spread as he continued to lick, slower now. His other hand no longer thrashed Chase but lovingly cradled his head to his crotch as he fucked Chase’s mouth. It was a sight to behold. Lacey was so fixated on how beautifully the men’s bodies flowed together, she didn’t even think to look at her own jutting breasts above the shelf of the corset until Devin gave her clit one last lick and took her nipple into his mouth.
She gasped afresh, completely on fire, her chest flushed red with the power of her release. “Devin! Oh, God, no! Too much. Too much!” She shoved him away.
Down by the floor, Chase slurped loudly. If this was debauched or wrong, Lacey was all for it. Had Devin flooded Chase’s mouth with his seed, overcome with lust that he’d made her come so fast?
Devin must have seen her shining eyes watching him pump the last drops of his jism down Chase’s throat, for he smiled somewhat lazily at her. “This is how you learn, Lacey. You’re going to have to tolerate the sight of two men cocksucking. If it bothers you, this won’t work.”
Lacey rushed to reassure her new lover. She touched her finger to the tip of his beautiful aquiline nose with affection. “Of course it doesn’t bother me. It’s who you are. You love each other. It’s natural.”
Devin grinned. “It turns you on.”
Lacey could feel her face grow hot. “It turns me on,” she had to admit. If she hadn’t admitted it, they might never do it again in front of her.
“I knew we might have to mold you to our brand of passion,” Devin said lazily, “but I think we have a lot less work ahead of us than we imagined.” Devilishly, he swiped his tongue over her stiff nipple again but thankfully abided by her wishes. She could not take any more.
Devin looked down at his friend and bucked the mouth off. “You can get up now, buddy,” he allowed.
Lacey clambered to her feet and looked down at Chase, flat on his back now, licking his lips. “Ah,” said Chase, “I don’t need dinner tonight.”
“You’re a disgusting pig, do you know that?” Devin had settled back onto his heels. His cock, long, veined, and throbbing, hung boldly between his thighs, still at half-mast. Lacey’s mouth watered. She couldn’t wait for the day it was her turn to suck that beautiful tool. Devin looked at his friend with affection. “Maybe the lady here would like something to eat, has that ever occurred to you? Just because you’re full doesn’t mean we all are.”
“All right! Let’s go to dinner.” Chipper, Chase got to his knees and turned his back on Devin. “Let me go. Please. Sir.”
Lacey was fascinated by the power balance between the men. Devin got to his knees, too, and unsnapped the cuffs brusquely. She loved how unashamed Devin was with his body, his sexuality. He had thought nothing of plunging his prick into another man’s mouth while she watched. Now, as he uncuffed Chase and let his aching arms straighten out, Devin took the other man’s jaw in his palm, turned him to face him, and kissed him.
It wasn’t a chaste, dry kiss, either. The men’s jaws worked together as they tongued each other. Now that Chase’s hands were free, they roamed over Devin’s admirable chest, loving him, stroking him, pinching his nipples. Lacey’s mouth watered because she wished to do the same. Poor Chase’s erection filled the crotch of his jeans, but Devin didn’t even touch it. Chase subserviently squeezed the length of Devin’s half-erect cock in his fist, the mushroom head he’d just drained ballooning in his grip. Lacey was fascinated with the dynamics between the two men.
Devin pulled back first, slapping Chase loudly on the ass before getting to his feet. As he stuffed his cock back into his pants, Lacey said, “I’ll pay you for this corset, Chase. I’ve sort of…mussed it. I could see why you don’t let people try on harnesses or panties of course, but I seemed to have successfully mussed a damned corset.”
Devin took a handful of her hair and led her to a wall, eyeballing her entire form while he guided her. He pressed her back against the wall and leaned into her intently, one forearm against the wall on either side of her head. “Missy. Should I say ‘Mistress’ Lacey? One of the first rules of this ménage is do not apologize for anything you do.” He grinned. “Chase is the one who’s supposed to do that.”
“But I’m confused,” Lacey said quietly. “Don’t you want to watch me suck Chase? What else am I here for?”
Devin’s face clouded. He drew back a foot in order to point a stiff forefinger at her. “You are not here to suck Chase, that’s for damned sure. Get those ideas right out of your pretty head.”
“Suck…you?” she ventured.
His handsome face relaxed, and he plastered his half-nude body to hers again. The rubbing of his crisp chest hair against her nipples sent twinges of lust shooting down her abdomen. “Now you’re talking. But we have time. We’re in no rush. It’s taken us two years to find you”—he glanced up at a display of bullet vibrators—“well, it took me and Chase a year to find each other, so a year to find you. We’re in no rush.”
Lacey squirmed. “I’m just very…insecure. I don’t know why the two sexiest men in Hell’s Delight would bother wasting their time on an old divorcée like me.” To make her point, she covered her bared tits with her palms.
Devin took her wrist and removed the hand. “You’re not old, Lacey. What are you, twenty-eight?”
She may as well be honest. “Thirty-two.”
He shrugged. “And I’m a thirty-eight year old cowboy, Lacey. Cowboys die sooner, thanks to the rough lifestyle. I’m divorced, too. Before Selina I had a string of failed affairs as well as an ex-wife in Placerville. I’m a fifteen-time loser, Lacey.”
Lacey wondered. What could be so “wrong” with Devin? He was gorgeous, capable, smart. “I often wonder if I’ll wind up a fifteen-time loser, too,” she admitted. “I often wonder what was wrong with me. What caused Ben to prefer to stay out all night partying rather than be with me.”
“Maybe he hasn’t grown up yet. Maybe he just prefers the party lifestyle. Maybe he never should’ve married and promised to act like an adult. I know I never should have, back in the nineties. Back then I wasn’t capable of fulfilling any damned marriage vows.”
“And…now?”
Oh, did she love that grin. “Now? I haven’t betr
ayed Chase with so much as glancing at anyone else—with horny intent, of course.”
“Until me,” she reminded him.
“Yes. I admit I’ve been glancing at you with horny intent for a while now.” To punctuate this admission, Devin took such a nibbling bite from her clavicle her nipples were shamefully stiffened. She could not—or did not want to—hide them from his view. “Just call me a Kate Winslet fan. God, did I jack off after seeing her naked in Titanic.”
Insecurity welled in her breast now. “What if I don’t live up to your expectations? What if I do something…something non-Kate-Winslet-oriented?”
Devin chuckled. “Lacey, I know the comparison ends there. You’re your own person. You’re pretty, feminine, intelligent—”
“Voluptuous,” she reminded him. “Don’t forget voluptuous.”
“I would’ve said that, only last time I said that, you got mad at me. All right, then. Voluptuous. See, there you go again!”
She had pushed away from him. With hand on hip she went back to the corset display because she didn’t want to look him in the face. “Yeah, and I work in a hardware store that isn’t even owned by a relative of mine. It’s Cal’s father who owns it, not my father who vanished somewhere in the Philippines when I was seven. I had wanted to be a photojournalist. I even started off on this year-long trip to Africa, but I wound up missing stupid old fucking Ben so much, I came back after a month. So much for journalistic integrity. I threw away what could’ve been a lifelong career over some transitory screw-up that only lasted a few years. I married for love, so now I’m completely skeptical of it.”
Then she realized Devin and Chase weren’t asking for, much less expecting, her love. This was a purely sexual arrangement. To protect her vulnerability, she added coolly, “So this suits me perfectly. Let me ask you, Devin.” She turned back to face him, baring her breasts, hopefully looking bold and not self-conscious. “Why did you not cuff me? You pleasured me instead. That’s hardly the dominating sort of behavior I expect from you.”
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