“Kiss me,” he suggested.
Natalie’s mouth pressed against Chris, her nipples grazing against his naked chest, her tongue darting forward to dance with his.
“What have we here?” Colleen asked.
Natalie pulled back as if caught helping Chris escape.
“It’s called kissing,” Chris explained. “It’s a thing people do to each other with their lips when they’re having sex.”
“Keep it up and you won’t get this drink,” Colleen warned him, holding up a very full glass of whiskey. Her apparently warm smile considerably weakened the threat. Chris began to suspect that Colleen really didn’t know how Liv had tricked him, or what she was planning to do with those photographs.
“You’ll give it to me,” Chris assured her.
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because you’re going to pour some of it into me off Natalie’s nipples, and pour the rest into my mouth through her pussy.”
Colleen burst out laughing. “Damn!” she managed to gasp. “You really are going to be fun! What makes Liv hate you so much? Did you know when she first approached me she wanted me to keep you rock hard but never let you come?”
So much for Chris’ theory that Colleen had been tricked into helping Liv...
“That’s Liv for you,” he said, “Ms. Warmth and Generosity. Although to be fair, I have to admit that I really was an ass.”
Colleen sat on the bed beside Chris with Natalie sprawled on her side half on top of him. Her shy little fingers began to boldly play with his rigid cock.
“It sounds like a good story,” Colleen said. “You want to tell it?”
“Not really,” Chris said. “It’s been three years since it happened and Liv is still mad. Imagine how bad things would get if I feed fuel to the fire.”
“It sounds like she needs a good spanking,” Natalie suggested. She’d been so quiet, that despite the tips of her fingers pleasantly caressing Chris’ shaft, he had almost forgotten she was listening.
“I like that idea,” he said. “Come to think of it, I have never met a woman more in need of being paddled.”
Colleen rubbed the cold glass of whiskey up the length of Chris’ erection. The splash of cold made his whole body shake. The ropes held him flat. “If you do end up spanking her, you better end up fucking her with this. Liv thinks she wants control but what she really wants is a man who can make her beg.”
An image of Liv begging to suck Chris’ raging cock filled his mind. “I think I need that drink now.”
Colleen gestured to Natalie. “Come put your tit in his mouth. Then I’ll pour the drink down it like this.”
Natalie jumped back, making the whiskey splash on Chris’ chin and neck. “That’s cold!”
Colleen laughed again. “Of course it’s cold, silly. There’s ice in it.”
She handed Natalie the glass. “Now you do it while I take pictures.”
Chris raised an eyebrow.
“Well I’m still working for Liv, aren’t I?”
Natalie mounted Chris, squeezing his condom-sheathed cock between her sweet, tight lips. She was so wet her juices rolled down Chris’ shaft ahead of her, but she had difficulty fitting his girth inside her. They both groaned with pleasure as she began to work herself more firmly onto him.
Chris was totally drunk again after the whiskey and wanted only to see how far he could get with these women. He wasn’t happy he had lost Merci. Tomorrow he would probably put his head through the wall out of anger and frustration. But right now all he wanted was to come in both these women—spill his seed deep in their pussies and then pull out to spurt it on their faces and tits.
The damn condom made that difficult, but maybe, if they’d just untie him, they would let him yank it off as he started to come.
Natalie threw her head back and moaned. Her back arched and she cupped her breasts, bouncing up and down, taking about half his length. She truly was beautiful. Not Merci beautiful, but any man would be glad to have her. When Chris closed his eyes, it was Merci’s sleek dark body he saw riding on top of him. Her back was arched like Natalie’s, as she cupped her rich mahogany breasts in those beautiful hands. Her thick ebony nipples would point at the ceiling and her moans of mounting pleasure would further stimulate him.
Chris began to grow angry that it was Natalie and not Merci on top of him. He thrust hard up into her body, surprising the shy woman, and probably causing a little bit of pain. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down at him in surprise. He kept pumping, thrusting, making her ride him like a cowgirl at the rodeo.
“Easy there, Chris,” Colleen cautioned.
“Come!” Chris grunted. “Come!” He wasn’t certain if he was calling on Natalie to climax or wishing one for himself.
He strained at his bonds again, thrusting harder and higher. The cord must have stretched since Liv first secured it for suddenly Chris’ sweaty left hand popped free and he grabbed hold of Natalie’s arm so he could thrust harder within her.
Natalie’s flash of fear made Chris feel even more powerful. He pulled hard on the rope securing his right wrist. Perhaps the slightly different angle helped, but suddenly that hand was also free and Chris could grasp Natalie by her hips and strive to thrust his whole length inside her.
Natalie came with a combination of joy, fear, and passion on her face. Her whole body trembled and shook and she collapsed forward, her luscious breasts squashing against Chris’ chest.
Chris’ dick popped free and despite his best efforts to drive it back inside her, he failed to do more than thrust it up against Natalie’s ass. If Chris’ feet were free he’d have rolled her over, thrown back her legs and gotten some serious satisfaction. But as it was, there was nothing he could do but wrap his arms tight around her and rub the woman to a string of additional orgasms.
Colleen took pictures of everything. Hell, maybe she was really taking movies. The cameras were so small these days.
Chris no longer cared.
He sat up and struggled with the knot securing his ankle. His dick was a painfully hard distraction, but he got the foot loose in less than a minute. He freed the second ankle even faster.
Colleen was still filming as he awkwardly stood up and stumbled toward her. He grabbed the camera out of her hand and tossed it to Natalie. “Here, film this, and make sure I get a copy.”
He pulled Colleen into his arms and crushed her mouth with his. His hands were quickly under her shirt, feeling her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and exciting, begging to be played with, but Chris just couldn’t wait any longer.
He broke the kiss as he yanked the t-shirt up and over Colleen’s head. Her tits were even better than he had imagined—the white version of Merci’s. The large aureole were burgundy in color and very swollen, the pale white flesh beneath was incredibly soft.
He dropped to his knees and ripped open her jeans. Like Natalie, Colleen was bare underneath. He had the denim half way down her thighs, his mouth already attacking her pussy, when he remembered the damn boots. His erection was just too hard and urgent.
Chris shoved Colleen back onto the bed and wrenched the boots clear of her feet. Her jeans came a moment later. A small part of him wanted to slow down and make her come, but he’d been so hard and so frustrated all evening that he simply couldn’t wait any longer.
Chris crawled up between Colleen’s legs. “I really need to come,” he told her.
“It’s okay,” she assured him, encouraging him with that super sexy smile. “Give it to me, honey. Let me feel your cock!”
Chris placed his latex-sheathed head against Colleen’s lips. It was still wet with Natalie’s juices. Part of him knew he should change it for a fresh one, but he also knew in his current drunken state that if he took the condom off a new one wasn’t going back on.
Chris thrust his prick inside Colleen, dirty condom and all.
She groaned excitingly, and spread her thighs wider to accommodate him.
Chris began to pump in
and out, taking Colleen in long, rapid thrusts. His hands squeezed her breasts, and when he closed his eyes he could see Merci beneath him.
He continued pumping, thrusting hard into her velvet warmth.
Colleen groaned and shifted her weight, making it easier for Chris to penetrate deep within her. She began to breathe harder, touching herself, using Chris’ cock to bring herself toward climax.
Chris wanted to join in, but despite a night of intense frustration, he wasn’t able to push himself over the edge.
He squeezed harder on Colleen’s breasts and opened his eyes to look down at her. Her own lids were closed, her breathing rapid as her fingers worked furiously on her clit.
The pulse pounded in Chris’ ears, but he knew his dick wasn’t going to explode for him.
Colleen’s whole body began to shake, vibrating deliciously on his cock through the condom. Her pussy squeezed tight, milking him through the strength of her orgasm, but Chris simply couldn’t ejaculate. The condom dulled his senses and the whiskey didn’t help either.
Sweat dripped off his nose as he continued pumping.
Colleen opened her eyes. She was still touching herself, maintaining a string of minor tremors radiating out through her body. “You have a nice dick,” she told him.
“I can’t come!” Chris complained. “I’m too drunk and with this damn condom...”
Colleen reached to the night table and snagged Chris’ half-full glass of Jack Daniels. She filled her mouth, grimacing from the taste.
“Take off the condom and come fuck my tits,” she told Chris.
She didn’t have to make the offer twice. Chris pulled out of Colleen’s pussy and yanked the condom off his cock. Released from the latex tourniquet, new blood rushed forward, further engorging his already full erection. He crawled up Colleen’s body and positioned himself between her breasts. She poured Jack Daniels over him and took a second mouthful for herself.
“Fuck me,” she said, returning the mostly empty glass to the nightstand and then squeezing her breasts against his shaft.
Chris thrust forward.
Colleen skillfully caught the head of his dick in her mouth as he emerged from the soft flesh of her breasts. Her lips sucked him in and her tongue swirled around him.
Chris shuddered as he pulled back.
Colleen licked her lips and he thrust forward again. This time she used her teeth and a grunt escaped him.
He thrust forward a third time and the tip of Colleen’s tongue seemed to split his eye in two. His whole body shuddered and his dick began to spew at last.
Part VI: Seeking Merci
Chapter Fifty
Chris
Chris was waiting in his car two doors down from Merci’s house when the beautiful black woman and Liv returned home from their night of utter abandon. It was an hour after dawn and both women looked worse for the wear.
Chris eased his Mustang forward, parking in the street in front of the house. The sight of Merci’s cum-stained clothing caused Chris’ anger to flair. She really had been out cheating on him! At least Liv had had to tie him down! What had she done to get Merci to step out—offer her a glass of wine?
Chris started to open the car door when his eyes landed on the new bottle of Jack Daniels peaking out of the bag on the seat beside him. He was right to be angry—but Merci wasn’t the problem. Or more correctly phrased, she wasn’t the only one with a problem. He needed to decide which he wanted more—to scream at Merci for cheating on him or to have a chance to love her again. Did he want to argue or to hold her in his arms? Did he want to fight or to slide his big cock deep between her thighs?
It wasn’t about sex anymore—Lourdes and Maria were waiting on the side. No, Merci was what was truly important. At most he would have one more shot to make things right. He couldn’t afford to fight…
He took a deep breath, got out of the car, and caught up with the women as Merci struggled to fit her key into the lock.
Liv saw him coming first and frowned. “What are you doing here?”
The lock finally turned and the door swung open. Merci turned to look at Chris, a complex series of emotions flittering across her face: surprise, anger, embarrassment...
Chris stepped past Liv and took Merci into his arms. He was mildly repulsed by the dried cum in her hair, and yet, simultaneously strangely excited by it. He kissed her very tenderly. “I’m sorry about this weekend. We have a lot to talk about.”
Liv pressed past him. “Nobody wants you here! Why don’t you go home?”
Chris let go of Merci. “Actually I’m here to see you, Liv.”
She swallowed hard—her only sign of discomfort. “Well I don’t want to see you.”
Chris closed the door behind the three of them. “That’s strange,” he said to Merci. “I got the impression she wanted to see quite a lot of me when she ordered the film.”
“Film?” Merci asked. “What are you talking about?”
“Yes, Chris, what are you talking about?” Liv asked.
“Oh nothing much,” Chris said, “just the two hookers you sent over to play games with me after I let you tie me up in preparation for Merci’s arrival.”
“In preparation?” Liv sputtered, doing a very credible job of appearing both outraged and confused.
Merci also looked angry. “Hookers?”
“Liv came over saying you wanted to play Great White Hunter and the Jungle Queen. I even let her tie me up.”
“You’ll have to do better than that,” Liv said. “I was with Merci all night. We were getting laid by two young studs, remember Merci?”
Merci seemed confused.
“Oh Liv, you really aren’t as smart as you think you are. You took a picture, remember. It’s probably still on your phone.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red undergarment. “You also left your bra.”
Liv’s eyes widened and she self consciously touched her breasts.
Merci’s confusion turned to suspicion. “What’s going on?”
Chris tried to embrace her again, but she held him off.
“She wants to break us up,” he told her. “Let’s leave it at that. Would you like to help pay her back?” He leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. “If my plan works, you may still get to keep us both. If it doesn’t, you should still have a lot of fun.”
Merci didn’t take the bait. “What makes you think I still want to keep you?”
“Yeah!” Liv agreed.
Chris shrugged. “Wishful thinking, I guess, but before you kick me out, wouldn’t you like to learn what really happened tonight?”
“She knows what happened,” Liv interrupted. “She got fucked by two studs while you played games with a couple of hookers!”
Liv’s interruption seemed to help Merci make a decision. “What do you have in mind?” she asked Chris.
“Did you and Liv watch the whole Jungle Queen video?”
Merci shook her head. “We started with the scene where the hunter is tied spread eagle.”
“So she hasn’t seen the first scene?”
Merci shook her head and then smiled. “Oh, I see.” She looked at Liv. “You’ll probably enjoy this—in the end.”
Liv kept her bluster. “What are you talking about?”
Merci turned back to Chris. “You’ll have to play the tribal chieftain. Keep her here and get naked while I change and get your prop.”
“What are you talking about?” Liv demanded.
Chris pulled his shirt off while Merci stalked off toward the bedroom.
Chapter Fifty One
Merci
Merci’s emotions were boiling as she slipped out of her dress and stood naked before her closet: anger, betrayal, love and desire. She felt totally mixed up, and despite already enjoying a night of complete abandon—completely turned on.
It was pretty obvious that Chris had cheated on her tonight, but thanks to Liv’s two friends, Merci was guilty of that as well. Was it such a stretch to imagine that Liv h
ad set up both of them? If Chris was still willing to kiss her when she was stained with other men’s cum, didn’t that prove he was sorry and really in love?
She couldn’t sort it all out. She needed to know what Liv had really done, but her friend would never tell her under ordinary circumstances…
Merci searched through her closet and took out a brown jungle-style soft-leather halter and loincloth. When she had bought this outfit, she had been thinking only of Chris, but it would be quite appropriate for bringing some resolution to Liv’s manipulations as well.
She fingered the soft fabric, remembering what it felt like when it grazed against her clit and nipples. She badly needed a shower, but wasn’t certain that Liv would be that patient.
She stepped into the loincloth. It was held onto her hips with an unauthentic elastic string and hung loosely in front of her mons and over the crack of her ass. The halter was completely useless as a source of support. In fact, it served primarily to draw attention to her breasts while still purporting to cover them.
Appropriately garbed for the coming ceremony, Merci pulled the long leather strap off her hanger and rolled it up for Chris.
Then she walked into the living room.
Liv sat on the couch sulking. How much had she really had to do with creating this mess? How had Chris ended up with Liv’s bra?
Chris stood naked and flaccid, blocking the easiest path between Liv and the front door. It did not look as though Liv had been trying to leave, but was waiting instead to see what Merci had planned.
Merci crossed the room to Chris. She took his hands in hers and passed him the leather strap. Then she kissed him deeply on the mouth. By the time she finished, his limp dick had begun to show signs of life again.
“Are you ready, my Chieftain?” she asked him.
“Ready, my Queen.”
“Where is the accused?”
Chris indicated Liv on the couch. “She sits there, mighty Queen.”
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