Dead silence answered him, and he wondered if she’d fainted in shock or run home to her daddy. He was about to click off when she replied in a husky sultry voice. “I’ve never done it, but I’m creaming my panties thinking about it. You’re making me so hot I’m finger-fucking myself and imagining your two huge cocks filling me at once while you gag my screams and have you’re wicked way.”
Chris’s cock instantly became rock hard, and he shoved down his pants and motioned for Evan to suck his dick. When his lover buried his face between his legs and licked the length of his cock, he moaned and scooted lower in his chair to give the man better access. Barely able to form a coherent word, he was so turned on, he mumbled, “Uh, come right on over. Three’s company.”
“You mean I should bring Daddy now? He’s here with me.”
Chris fell off his seat and on top of Evan. “Now?” he croaked. They had some serious fucking to do first. No way would he tell her father they were lovers until he’d made full-throttle love to her, until his dick intimately knew her pussy, until they’d duelled tongues, and until he could honestly say he’d made her his.
“Yeah. He wants to meet you now. He’s camped out in my room and won’t leave until he’s satisfied.”
Evan pushed Chris onto his back and impaled himself on his cock. When a rush of adrenalin pumped through Chris, he yelped in ecstasy. Struggling to get his voice under enough control to speak coherently, he paused several seconds. Then, breathless, he said, “No can do, honey. I won’t fib to your daddy and tell him we’re lovers before we’ve made love.”
The tip of his cock entered Evan’s ass and with a few gentle strokes up and down Evan adjusted to his full length.
Evan wreaked havoc on his senses as he slammed back and forth on his cock then changed the rhythm, to a slower, more seductive one, stoking his desire to feverish heights. Chris turned his head and watched the sexy side view of his wet, red cock being swallowed by Evan’s ass, of Evan’s huge erection bouncing up and down above his stomach. Chris gulped in air. By now, they were usually screaming loud enough to be heard through the walls. He struggled to hold back his orgasm as his cock moved within Evan, bringing him the pleasure he craved.
“But he won’t take no for an answer,” Jordin said in a small, uncertain voice as if she was chewing her lip.
“Tell him I’m in Orlando or that you have to report to work. Say anything to get rid of him then haul your sweet cheeks right over here so that we can talk to him tomorrow.”
“Now?” Fear warred with excitement and eagerness in her voice. “You mean we’re going to make love now?”
“I mean we’re going to fuck you all the rest of today and night until you’re thoroughly, one-hundred percent ours.”
Evan picked that moment to come and Chris revelled in the power he held over him shoot his wad so high and far and hard.
Evan grabbed his cock, rubbed the drops of cum on the tip of his penis down his shaft and crooned, “Tell her I’m ready to give her a big one right now, to hurry her pretty little ass over here so I can give her the ride of her life.”
Chris glared at him and bucked beneath him, shoving his cock deep into his lover. “I’m the Master and I’ll say who fucks who first. What makes you think I’ll give away that luscious erection? I saw it first, and it’s going to fuck me.”
Evan sent him a smooch through the air. “Ooh, I love it when you’re masterful, when you ram that thick, rock-hard rod of yours up my ass and let me have it so good.”
Almost mindless with lust, all Chris could say was, “Get rid of him and git over here, woman.”
“Yes, Chris,” she said thickly with undisguised longing.
“That’s ‘yes, Master’ from now on. Everywhere except in front of other people. And don’t you forget it.”
“’Yes, Master.’ I’ll be there as soon as I can shake Daddy Dearest.”
“Shake him fast.”
“Yes, Master,” she drawled.
Chris’s balls tightened, and his blood became super-charged. His cock throbbing, so hot he feared he was going to spontaneously combust, he pushed deep inside his lover. Each luscious pulsing movement released a jet of his hot cum deep into his lover.
He came long and hard into Evan who once again bounced up and down on him in a mad frenzy. The thought of having two lovers, two slaves, made Chris’ heart race, and he came three times as long as normal. Still his balls felt heavy with more semen, a by-product of anticipating the next twenty-four-hour love in.
* * * *
Jordin couldn’t wait to chase off her father, to begin her journey into the wanton world of BDSM and ménage a trois. No longer was she driven by the desire to prove anything to her father or his church. She was on fire for her two lovers, yearning to be fucked by two cocks. She wondered how it would feel to have both cocks penetrating her at once and knew she’d soon find out. She soaked her panties and squirmed in anticipation.
But she still had to slay her dragon and tell a convincing lie in order to cover up another. The illogical made sense to her in a weird way, but she didn’t care if it made sense or not. Nothing and no one was going to delay her from her promised fucking. No one was going to stop her.
Donning her mental armour, she notched up her jaw, squared her shoulders and thrust out her chest. As she passed the mirror she noted how her blouse delineated her eager, erect nipples and how nubile she looked. Downright radiance gleamed from her eyes and sparkled from her lips. She felt like a siren luring men to their demise, only she knew it was more the other way around. She was the newbie here, not only into the world of BDSM, not only into three-way sex, but into sex itself. Until now, she’d only dabbled in a couple one-night stands with partners who had been as inexperienced as she was.
Anxious to stall her father, she took a deep breath and emerged into the outer room. Carrying her mental sword, she went into battle, hoping diplomatic relations would be enough. She signed to him, “I was just called into work. Someone called in sick. Tomorrow will have to be soon enough.”
Dean tensed as if he didn’t believe her, but he stayed in his chair. He signed back, “You don’t need that piddly job. You’re too good for it. I could buy this entire place. Maybe I should then you can manage it. That’d be more befitting your status.”
She hated it when he copped his lofty attitude, and her hands started flying in the air again. “Don’t you dare. For once, can’t I just live a normal life without you interfering? Without any kind of snobbery about money or religion? I don’t want to manage this place. Not unless I earn the right by my hard work and talent. I don’t want things just handed to me.”
“Not even eternal life and salvation apparently. You’ll have to repent pretty hard to earn them back.”
Screams welled up in her throat, and she was ready to throw things. She fought them back and spoke calmly. “Really, I have to go now. I don’t have time to debate this with you. I’ll text you on your cell to let you know what time tomorrow you can meet Chris and Evan.”
“You’ll all three burn in hellfire, I’m telling you. Don’t do this, daughter. Turn away from your sin before it’s too late. Take the higher ground.” Dean flipped through his scriptures and then jabbed his finger at one as if he wanted her to read it.
Not wanting to peruse it much less study it and longing to make love to Evan and Chris, she played dumb. Why should she worry about his mythical Celestial Kingdom when she was being offered Heaven right now? No contest.
“I have to get dressed, and I’m running late.” She feared the men would wear each other out before she joined them if she didn’t hurry, and she was greedy to get her share of their yummy cocks. She marched to the door, held it open and signed, “Goodbye.”
When her father finally crossed the threshold, she pecked his clean-shaven cheek and realised she’d never seen him with so much as a five o’clock shadow much less a beard or moustache. She’d rarely seen him wear anything but his three-piece suit and tie, even at home.
He was always church ready, looking like a return missionary as she was sure he would to the day he died.
Not trusting him, knowing his protective streak, she peeked out her curtains until she saw him disappear into the parking lot. Then hurriedly, she searched through her drawer, flinging aside several outfits until she found the ideal one: a scandalous garment with the nipples cut out and a long, wide slit in the crotch. Lavender and lacy, it was also flowing and diaphanous. She’d bought this with seducing Evan in mind and had since worn it to bed several times falling asleep with a dildo up her pussy, pretending it was Evan’s. Without a doubt, she knew Evan’s cock would make the sex toy look like a teensy little stick.
She took two more minutes to slash on cherry red lipstick, plump her lashes, and straighten her hair into a silky fall down her shoulders. Then she stepped into impossibly tall and spiky high heels that she could barely walk in and she covered her outfit with a raincoat. Knowing she was practically naked beneath her coat turned her on, and she quivered all the way to her secret rendezvous.
Less than five minutes later, she rapped her knuckles on the men’s door as she tried to quell her excited squirms. She thought she heard moaning and screaming, but the drone of the AC unit outside their window filled her ears. Without a doubt she knew their screams of ecstasy and rapture would be heard for the next several hours.
What seemed an eternity later, her lovers answered the door, fully naked, their lips just-kissed swollen, and their cocks engorged as if ready to pump her full of their seed.
“Howdy, boys,” she said with a sunny smile, letting her gaze drink in their mouth-watering bodies and linger on their beautiful cocks that were slick and juicy as if just having made love.
As if they weren’t in the least bit shy, they held the door wide and took turns kissing her long and deep, their cocks seeking entry between her thighs, for the whole world to see. “Hi there, yourself, hot stuff. What took you so long? I commanded you come right away,” Chris said.
“I’m sure I will,” she murmured seductively and licked her aching lips.
“You’re supposed to say ‘Yes, Master’,” Evan whispered against her ear and then nibbled it as he reached inside her coat and fondled her breasts. “Um, very sexy. Let me see.”
Still shy even if they weren’t, she whispered, “Close the door and you can see anything and everything you like.”
“I thought you wanted your daddy to see, to know what a naughty girl you are,” Evan said as he kicked shut the door then slid the raincoat off and flung it onto the nearest chair.
Remembering her erotic dreams with her lover, she squirmed and her juices trickled down her thighs. She couldn’t wait to find out if reality would match up to fantasy.
“A pair of pasties and a naval jewel and you could go on stage.” Chris swaggered up, bent and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Then he pushed her legs apart and slid a finger into her pussy. “Um, wet and lush just the way I adore my pussies,” he murmured around her breast. Then he lifted his head and frowned at her. “Very pretty but it won’t do.”
“What won’t do?” she asked, perplexed.
“What won’t do, Master,” he corrected. “Get totally, completely naked so you can wear the gear.”
“What gear?” As the words tripped off her lips, she spied extremely provocative equipment through an open doorway. It looked like a weird gym with leather harnesses dangling from the ceiling by chains, medieval type stocks, and other torture-type equipment. As she looked closer, she spied several whips, prods, and leather outfits. Her pussy quivered and, her juices now flowing down her legs, she writhed against her lover’s hand.
“What gear, Master?” Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room. “From this moment on, you’ll call me ‘Master’, slave, if you don’t want to be disciplined.”
Oh, but she longed to be ‘disciplined’ and man-handled. She wanted them to dominate her and enjoy every inch of her body as she would enjoy theirs.
Ravenous, her gaze worshipped their cocks, their asses and their buff bodies, and the earth quaked.
“One more thing…” Chris drawled as he picked up a long black strip of silk and dangled it before her eyes. “You’ll be blindfolded. Sex is so much better, especially BDSM, when you rely on your senses other than sight.”
Her eyes widened, and she wondered how she’d cope in this alternate, dangerous world without being able to see what they were going to do to her. But her imagination spiralled and jumped to myriad possibilities, making her squirm.
Chris picked up a whip and slashed it across Evan’s back. “Blindfold then undress her, slave. Strip her of everything.”
“Yes, Master,” Evan said as he gently but firmly pulled the nightgown over her head then bent and slowly, inexorably pulled off her panties as his nose grazed the tender insides of her thighs. Then he kissed and nibbled his way back up her legs until huskily murmured, “You taste divine. I can’t wait to fill your pussy with my burning, dripping cock. I don’t know how long I can keep it from exploding. I need you now.”
Yearning for his tongue to reach inside her, to lave her and make her wetter yet for his penis, she thrust her pussy against his face.
Loud footsteps stomped over, and again, the whip cracked in the air. She winced when she heard the sting of it against flesh but relaxed when no pain sliced her sensitive flesh. Then she realised Evan must be the recipient, and her heart wrapped around him as she longed to take him in her arms and provide comfort.
“Did I give you permission to speak, slave? To touch her? To stick your face in her pussy? To fuck her? I will decide who fucks her first or if you will fuck her at all,” Chris commanded.
Chris’s powerful voice rattled her bones and sent delectable shivers down her spine. She loved the authority emanating from him, the supreme command.
As if aghast, Evan blurted out, “But, Master, she wants me to fuck her, to cherish her all over with my lips and my cock.”
Chris thrashed him again. “Selfish slave, she wants both of us to ravish her, to make her ours. What woman doesn’t dream of having two men worship and cherish her? Ravish her? Think!”
As if he was addicted to his whip, their Master cracked it several times against the floor. He turned his gaze on her. “You’re a naughty, naughty girl. The sound vibrated around her, became a being in itself. “You deserve to be spanked. Turn around and bend over. Now, slave. Or do you want your punishment increased? Perhaps you are a masochist who craves pain?”
Wantonly writhing, eager to know his power and discipline, wondering if she was indeed a masochist, she bent over, grabbed her ankles and put her butt in the air. Gravity tugged at her breasts and they pressed against her face. Blind, she wobbled precariously and tried to gain her balance but came dangerously near to toppling over.
“Don’t move or you’ll earn more swats.” Before she could answer, her Master delivered a stinging smack to her ass cheek then another and another in rhythm as if a fast, driving disco beat.
When she cried out in pain, Chris roared, “Did I give you permission to utter a sound, slave? You are not permitted to moan or scream unless I say you can. I am in control! I say when you may speak or even moan. Listen very carefully.” His voice became a mere whisper.
She cocked her head and strained her ears to hear. Eager to please and be pleased, she focused her entire being on his every utterance eager to catch every small sound.
To Evan, Chris ordered, “Fondle her tits. Lick them and bite them—hard. She needs to learn how to keep her mouth shut and how to obey.”
A deep primitive growl arose from Evan’s throat as he slid beneath her and began to play with her nipples, rubbing the nubs between his fingers. The floor sucked at his naked backside so that she could hear the squeal of his flesh against it.
Finally, the spanking stopped, but the sting didn’t. Raw and achy, tears burned her eyes. Simultaneously, Evan played with her boobs, titillating her without mercy. When moans and cries surfaced o
n her lips, she bit her tongue hard to keep from making noise, not wanting to disappoint her Master, but wondering what it would take to be disciplined by his hard, long cock instead of merely by his hands and his whip. As decadent at the whip was, it wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside her, loving her, ravishing her. Better yet, she wanted both men’s cocks fucking her, possessing her, and having their wicked way with her. Just the thought made her pussy clench and her juices pour down her legs.
Evan moved away, and she mourned the loss of his warmth against her thighs. She couldn’t help but wonder what would come next. Again, she perked her ears to catch any hint of sound. All she could hear was their heavy breathing, the whisper of their bare feet as they came nearer, and their hushed, but incomprehensible whispers.
The wait felt like an eternity as her flesh tingled with chills, as her nipples grew lonely and her pussy begged for attention.
Finally, Chris swept his long, wet tongue over her wounds, soothing them. Sensation like she’d never known surged through her, and she bucked beneath his touch. At the same time, Evan nipped her nipple and she couldn’t hold in her screams any longer.
“That’ll cost you, slave. I was not prepared to hear so much as a moan out of you…yet. I‘ll tell you when you can scream. You will suffer more discipline and also be given more chances to obey.”
She heard his footsteps grow distant and the scrape of a drawer across the room. Something sounding like an electric saw buzzed. Frowning as the sound grew louder, as the air vibrated close to her face, she wondered what kind of contraption he’d started up, and she shivered in a mixture of anticipation and fear. “What’s making that noise? What are you going to do with it?”
Chris didn’t answer for several moments, but the buzzing sounded beside her ear, loud and promising. Finally Chris said, “An electric prod. Evan loves this, don’t you, slave?”
Evan’s head bobbed against her breast and his hair tickled her making her giggle. He pinched her nipples, making her gasp from the unexpected pressure, then suckled one deep into his mouth as if he couldn’t get enough. Heavenly sensations spread through her breast to her heart then multiplied through her body.
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