by Cara Adams
Sam itched to plunge his fingers deep into her hot core once again, but forced himself to move slowly, to touch and tease every inch of her calves, her knees, her thighs, as he gradually petted his way toward his goal.
Tally was struggling with the zipper of Heather’s dress, so Sam held the fabric steady for him and together they pulled the zipper down and then lifted the silky red garment off over Heather’s head. Underneath, she was wearing a barely-there bit of red lace covering her breasts, and an only slightly larger piece of matching lace masquerading as bikini panties.
Now Sam could concentrate on her cunt. His wolf could smell her and he longed to lick her and taste her. His mouth was watering at the thought of ramming his tongue deep inside her and licking up all her delicious cream. Of course, shoving his dick into her pussy would be even better. All he wanted to do was throw her on the bed and fuck her until she screamed in release. But that was not the point of the evening. Tonight was about learning what she liked. About talking and playing with her, enjoying her as a person and finding out everything he and Tally needed to know to plan a real BDSM scene for her. One that would be focused on Heather and bring her to an outstanding climax. A better orgasm than she’d ever had before, and one that would tell her beyond the need for words that she belonged to them.
Sam took hold of her panties and slid them down her lovely legs before unbuckling her shoes. She obediently raised each foot and stepped out of the underwear and the stilettos for him, but her body was constantly wiggling as well because she was trying to undress Tally while he sucked her breasts.
Sam sat back on his heels and watched for a few minutes, entranced by the way Heather and Tally wiggled their arms to work cooperatively. Then he realized he was still fully dressed and began unbuttoning his shirt. He flung his clothing into a corner of the room and picked up the kimono.
Heather put her arms into the sleeves and wrapped it around her lithe body, covering up all the places he couldn’t wait to touch. When he handed her the obi she just stared at it and at him.
The obi was the same red as the kimono on one side and gold on the other. It was about twelve inches wide and very long. Perhaps thirteen feet.
Sam hoped he could remember what he’d seen on the video. He’d watched it several times but hadn’t been able to practice, obviously. “Start up one end and wrap it around your waist with the ends at your front.”
“It goes for miles, though,” said Heather. Nevertheless she did as he said.
“So far, so good. Put the short end of the obi up on your right shoulder. That measures the amount you need to save for later while you tie up the rest.”
Tally walked behind her, checking that the obi was smooth and stroking her ass on the way past. Heather just laughed. Sam loved the way she was always smiling, giggling, and laughing. She was the brightest, happiest person he’d ever met, and her sunny good humor rubbed off onto everyone around her. It was impossible to be grumpy with someone who was so lighthearted. Yet she could be persistent and determined, as she’d demonstrated with her insistence on perfecting the jump onto The Wall at the trampolining venue.
“Hmm. I think you wrap it around your waist again before we do the backward and forward folding over and over thing. Let’s try that.”
Tally and Heather circled the obi around her waist once more, and then Sam measured and folded the obi back and forth across the width of Heather’s stomach until they had half a dozen layers and the belt was all used up.
“The next bit is tricky because we pinch the middle of all these folds of the obi together, making it into a bow.”
Tally helped him keep the bow smooth, showing only the top color as he took the saved short end of the obi from Heather’s shoulder to poke it up through the waistband, holding the bow together at its midpoint. Sam pulled the tie down again to hold the bow firmly and hid the last few inches behind the waistband.
“I suspect I might have gotten that step not one-hundred percent correct, but it’s done.”
“Shouldn’t the bow be at the back, though? I like that I get to see it, but the pictures I’ve seen all have the decorative stuff from the obi at the person’s back,” said Heather.
“Even I know that’s the final step. We have to check it’s all quite smooth and then we just turn the bow to the back,” said Tally.
Sam and Tally did that, then Sam said, “I suspect that’s because people tie their own obis now, whereas in the past there’d have been servants to do that.”
“But isn’t the geisha a servant?” asked Heather.
“A very highly trained and superior one though. She’d have had her own servants, maid, and so on,” said Tally.
“I definitely don’t know the correct way to do a tea ceremony for you, although I expect I can pour tea into those tiny cups without spilling it. But I do know the geisha used to walk up and down on her master’s back to massage his spine. Which of you wants me to do that right now?”
Sam and Tally dead-heated onto the bed, each lying flat on their front, but Sam sat up again. “It might be better if one of us helps you get up on the body and is ready to grip your hand in case you think you might fall off,” he said.
“I know I have to start at the shoulders and walk down,” said Heather, walking beside the bed to until she was level with Tally’s shoulders.
“It’s just as well the bed’s so low or we’d need to do this on the floor.”
Sam held her hand as she stepped onto Tally’s body, planting one foot on each of his shoulder blades.
“Am I too heavy for you?” she asked.
Sam thought she sounded a little nervous.
“Hell no.”
Sam held her hand as she took several tentative steps down Tally’s back until she reached his ass. She stopped there and even more cautiously turned around, taking tiny steps and doing it very gradually before she walked a little more confidently up Tally’s body. She repeated the journey and this time Sam noticed she wasn’t gripping his fingers nearly so hard. She’d found her self-confidence.
Very lightly she stepped off Tally and back onto the floor and said, “Now it’s your turn, Sam.”
Sam’s cock grew a couple more inches as he took Tally’s place on the bed. He was careful to lie toward the edge, so she could hold Tally’s hand. He wondered what her feet would feel like on his back. It was supposed to be sexy and also a great massage, but he couldn’t even imagine what his woman would feel like stomping up and down his spine.
The answer was, amazing. Her toes dug into his flesh and her heels were a solid weight, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. She was less hesitant now, more confident, although she still took small steps and massaged his back with her toes as she slowly moved up and down his body. Her feet were either side of his spine, not actually on it, so she was standing on muscle, not bone. He was almost sorry when she stepped off again, except that it meant they were that much closer to fucking her.
Heather kneeled on the floor by the teapot, and when Sam and Tally sat down she slowly and carefully poured each of them a cup of tea. She’d told them she liked green tea, which was good. Actually, he thought it was rather bitter, but it was all part of the game. Their geisha waiting on her men. And hopefully soon in bed and arousing them. He wanted her so much. She was so sweetly serious right now, playing the game with them, honoring their plans. Yet underneath it all was a growing bond of sexual tension between the three of them. Soon they’d be in that bed together.
Chapter Four
Tally nodded to Sam and they both lay down on the bed. “So, my little geisha, how are you going to wait on your men now?” he said.
Heather’s hazel eyes were sparkling with mischief. “I could sit on your lap and we could talk about whatever comes up.”
Sam snorted and tried to turn it into a very unconvincing cough.
Tally grabbed her around the waist and flipped her upside down, spanking her ass over her kimono. “Bad slaves get spanked,” he said.
“Ma
ybe I’ll just have to be bad then.”
Tally pulled her up so he could see her face. “Would you like us to spank you?”
She nodded.
Sam grabbed the end of the obi and began untying the bow, and then they rolled her over and over as they unraveled the sash until Tally was able to pull the kimono off and drop it on the floor. He held her face down over his knee, stroking his palm over her ass.
“Slaves should always do as their master tells them,” he said, spanking her ass.
Sam kneeled on the other side of them and petted her thighs, letting his hand slide up high on her inner thigh. Then he slapped her butt. “Slaves should never be cheeky to their masters,” he said.
The two of them spanked her in tandem a few more times until Tally could feel dampness from her cunt on his thighs. “Good slaves get fucked,” he said softly, kissing her earlobe.
“I’d be really disappointed if they didn’t,” said Heather, as incorrigible as ever.
“Maybe we won’t fuck you, then,” said Sam sternly.
Heather reached out for his cock and stroked it. “Someone here might want to vote differently about that.”
Tally snorted, coughed, and then laughed out loud. “She’s got you there, Sam.”
Then Heather’s fist wrapped around his dick and her gentle yet firm touch almost made him come on the spot. Her hand was warm and soft. Likely nowhere good as her cunt would feel, but damn it sent his testosterone levels into overdrive.
He reached to the side of the bed, expecting there to be a nightstand, but of course it was a very low bed almost directly on the floor, in keeping with the geisha theme. “Condoms,” he groaned and jumped up to find some. He glanced around the room but there was nowhere obvious they’d be stored, so he raced into the bathroom and looked in the drawer under the sink. It was a veritable goldmine of condoms, lube, and aromatic oils. He grabbed some of everything and hurried back, dumping his stash on the floor beside the bed.
Tally stared at the obi and snatched it off the floor. It was way too wide, but he had it, so he’d work with it.
“How do you feel about being tied up?” he asked Heather, trailing the end of the sash over her skin.
“If good geishas get fucked, does that mean good captives get fucked as well?” she asked.
“Of course,” said Sam, taking one end of the obi and measuring its length with his gaze.
Tally held Heather’s wrists together and Sam bound them with one end of the sash, and then tied the other end to the front slat of the bed base. Everyone knew that Heather could have escaped if she’d wanted to, but she wiggled down on the bed with a smile, and then dared them. “Do I get fucked now?”
“She’s very cheeky. I don’t think she paid much attention in geisha school,” said Tally.
“I’ll pay attention when we get to the good bits,” Heather promised, making him laugh again.
Sam placed his palm over her cunt, his fingers just touching her pussy lips. “Are these the good bits?”
“Hell yes.”
Tally watched her wiggle, trying to encourage Sam to slip a finger inside her. He rolled her onto her front, which twisted the obi-rope leading to the bed’s slat, and stroked her ass, which was only very faintly pink. He licked a fingertip and circled her rosette. “Is this a good bit, too?” he asked, hoping like hell she’d say yes. If she didn’t want to double fuck them all his plans for this evening would need to be rearranged.
“Yes.” Her whisper was faint and husky, but definite.
Encouraged, he slapped her ass and then opened a jar of lube, scooping it onto his fingers. He rubbed it all around her back door, and then pushed two fingers inside her, coating the inside of the muscle ring with lube before using his other hand to drop some dollops of lube into her entry. His two fingers dived in and out of her hole, rubbing and massaging, loosening her tight tissues, making a pathway for his cock.
Every time he plunged his fingers inside her ass, his cock twitched and danced. His dick was more than ready for action, but this was all about Heather. It needed to be Heather who was prepared and Heather who was ready to accept them both. Double penetration was quite extreme. It gave the best orgasms but that was because it demanded so much of all the participants. Everyone had to blend in and match their movements with everyone else. He and Sam had never shared a woman before, but they’d talked through every aspect of romancing Heather, and he knew they’d be able to synchronize their movements with each other and make this good for her. But not until she was ready for them.
To keep Heather on edge, he spanked her ass a few more times as he scooped more lube onto his fingers with his other hand, and then dripped it inside her passageway.
But he wasn’t sure if she was even noticing him. Her hips were writhing as she tried to capture Sam’s fingers. Sam was doing an amazing job of touching and teasing her everywhere, raising her arousal higher and higher, but without ever giving her enough that she could come. They both wanted Heather to explode on their cocks and nowhere else.
When her muscles were stretched and soft, Tally cleaned his hands on the baby wipes he’d brought in from the bathroom and opened a box of condoms, handing one to Sam and grabbing one for himself. Only when he pulled it out of the packet did he notice they were the glow-in-the-dark kind of latex.
He jumped off the bed and turned off all the lights, then walked around the bed turning this way and that, watching how the condom glowed. Sam copied him and they ended up doing a weird kind of dance while Heather giggled and gurgled at them. “Oh, I wish I could clap my hands. You two should go on stage together here at the club.”
Tally stopped, still staring at her in the dark, before turning the lights back on so he could watch her response to him. “Would you enjoy being fucked in public? Perhaps onstage here at the BDSM club?”
“Not onstage, no. But if my face was hidden I wouldn’t mind being in one of those rooms where people can peek in and watch if they want to. I wouldn’t want any of my customers to know it was me though.”
Good point. He wouldn’t want his customers or staff to know either. But if people watching her turned Heather on, he could totally imagine the three of them fucking in one of the view rooms here at the club. “We’ll remember that for next time.”
“However, right now it’s time for us to show you how very good loving two men can be,” said Sam.
“In that case you’d better untie me. I want to touch you.”
Yeah, he wanted her to touch him, too. When she’d put her hand on his dick it’d been heavenly.
* * * *
Being spanked had been even more arousing than Heather had imagined. There seemed to be a direct line between her ass and her clit. The more the men punished her butt, the hotter the little button had become until she was certain even the slightest touch in the right place would send her flying over the cliff. Except that neither of them had put their finger in the correct place. The men were devils at keeping her aroused without ever letting her come.
Although Heather had never experienced ménage sex, and hadn’t even looked for it on the internet, having attended the DADISP had taught her a lot. Many of the women there had chosen more than one man. In some ways a florist was almost invisible, standing behind her counter making posies for the evening parties, or bouquets for the men to give the lady of their choice. Even sitting out at one of the tables on the lawn or soaking in the hot tub she’d heard plenty of glimpses into the delights of ménage sex. So she had a reasonable grasp of how it would work and was more than ready to experience it for herself.
Sam pulled her to him, slid one leg under her left leg and his other one over her right leg, held his cock at her cunt, and pushed his way in. She’d never had sex lying on her side before, and was really pleased this wasn’t just a variety of the missionary position. It was a whole new experience for her and she wanted it to be extra special. Fucking on her side fulfilled that requirement awesomely.
Sam was a big man and he s
tretched her tissues wide, possessing every inch of her. Intellectually she knew size didn’t matter, that it was how a man made love that was important. But once again she couldn’t deny that being full was a great feeling.
Then Tally wiggled up behind, grasped her hips, and worked a leg underneath the pile of legs. Next he held her upper leg in the air and placed his upper leg underneath it. She tried to work out exactly how their bodies were positioned, but lost the ability to think as Tally’s cock breached her ass and he pushed and rocked his way inside her. She was full. More than full. Too full. No, not too full. She was just filled to perfection as he slid deep inside her. Heather was amazed at the way her body adjusted itself around the two big cocks so that the feeling of pressure became a wonderful sense of completeness, of rightness, of being just how things should be.
Now it was her turn to wiggle between them until she could free the arm underneath her body to grip Sam’s shoulder. She wasn’t too sure what to do with her upper arm, but reached back and held Tally’s hip. That was better. Now she was connected to them both properly, not just by her legs being tangled between theirs so thoroughly she wasn’t quite sure how they’d ever separate themselves out of the pile of bodies. As well as that, she could move her arms herself, so that was much better. Or it would be if they’d just both just get a move on and start fucking her.
“Are we just going to lie here for the rest of the night, or do you plan to start moving?”
“We were waiting to be sure you’d adjusted to us,” said Sam.
“I’ve adjusted. Let’s have some action now.”
“Sam, I think we’ve got us one mighty bossy sub here,” said Tally, his voice full of humor.
She didn’t mean to be bossy exactly, but if she didn’t tell them she was more than ready, how would they ever know?
