by Amanda Gray
He got on his knees and she crawled up behind him. She dripped the lube all over his hole making him jump because it was cold. She ran her fingers over his hot puckered hole and pushed in the lube. Mike and Tyrone sat on the couch watching patiently as Isabel worked his ass loose. After she’d worked in three fingers, she used the buttplug working that into his tight hole.
Once it was all the way in, she asked, “How does that feel?”
“Full, but not bad.”
Isabel jerked his cock with one hand and then fucked him in the ass with the buttplug with the other. It felt amazingly good.
“Okay, I think he’s ready,” she said to the guys.
Mike stood up and walked over to Doug. He ran his fingers over Doug’s hip. The touched seemed so intimate, it made Doug shiver.
They’d see each other every day at work. He wondered if things would ever be the same between them. He’d had no idea Mike was even interested in guys and he was very quick to volunteer to fuck him. What if Doug really ended up enjoying it, would he be staring lustfully at Mike’s package at work? What if he hated it, could it end their friendship?
Isabel laid down under Doug, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked on the head. At the same time, she spread her legs leaving her cum-soaked pussy open for him to lick. He lapped at her clit as Mike positioned himself behind him and started to push in.
Doug groaned against his wife’s pussy. While the butt plug had given him mostly a full feeling, it in no way prepared him to have an actual cock inside him. There was nothing like a flesh to flesh feeling.
Mike gripped his hips as he slowly rocked back and forth thrusting deeper and deeper into Doug’s ass.
Doug moaned against Isabel’s pussy, sticking his tongue as far into her hole as it would go as Mike fucked him.
In the corner he glimpsed Tyrone watching the entire thing and stroking his cock.
Doug licked his lips as he watched Tyrone rubbing that thick dark piece of man meat.
He shook his head and went back to tongue fucking his wife. He stuck two fingers in her asshole as lesson for the kinds of things she liked putting him through.
Of course, she loved it. She moaned against his cock as her hips lifted from the bed to reach his face.
Doug’s balls tightened as Isabel sucked him and Mike fucked him. Soon he’d be cumming down her sweet throat. But right as she reached the edge, Mike pulled out.
He turned around wanting to whimper at the loss of sensation.
“Roll onto your back.”
Doug did as he was told and Mike lifted his legs, folded him in half as he thrust back into his tight asshole. He fucked him face to face. Mike had such a determined look on his face, and Doug didn’t know where to look. He was coming apart beneath him, so many feelings shooting through his body.
Isabel bit her nail as she watched them. Her eyes filled with lust. She sat on Doug’s face and reached down to jerk his cock. While Doug couldn’t see anything but Isabel’s sweet pussy on his face, he could feel Isabel and Mike’s bodies leaning towards each other. He could hear them kissing as they fucked and jerked him.
The mental picture was enough to send him over the edge. He came in Isabel’s hand, covering all three of their stomachs with cum.
He thought it would be over now that he came. But he soon realized it wasn’t close to being over. Things didn’t end when he came, they ended when Mike did. And he’d given Mike Viagra. There was no telling how long the younger man could keep going.
Mike gripped his thighs and slammed into his ass hard and fast, causing sensation to shoot through every part of his body. He couldn’t take another moment of it, it was so intense. But that wasn’t an option. She he took it and took it and took it, until finally Mike’s body went rigid and Doug could fill his ass filling with warm cum.
Isabel’s thighs gripped Doug’s face as she came down his throat. Then she rolled off onto her side. Doug collapsed on the bed panting.
Tyrone cleared his throat. “Forgetting something?”
Doug was completely worn out. “I can’t.”
Tyrone made a come here gesture.
Doug walked over to Tyrone naked. “I’m exhausted. I can’t.”
Tyrone pulled him close so that Doug’s pale sore ass was positioned right over his big black cock. “If you’re tired, take a seat.”
Doug lowered himself , slowly impaling his ass on Tyrone’s cock.
Behind him Isabel said, “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Let me get my camera.”
Doug started to jump off but Tyrone held him firmly in place. His only option was to go down, which he did.
He heard the snapping sound of Isabel’s phone behind him. “I can’t believe you took a picture.”
She showed him the picture. All that was in it was his white ass cheeks being spread wide by Tyrone’s black cock. “Okay, that is hot.” Doug admitted.
His cock was hard again, just thinking of how much pleasure he was giving to everyone in the room. Tyrone from being buried in him and Mike and Isabel from watching it.
He braced him hands on Tyrone’s shoulders and fucked himself on his cock. Tyrone grabbed his hips and pounded into him.
Doug arched his back to see his wife. She was in bed, Mike was fingering her pussy as she stroked his cock. Both of their eyes were locked on Doug and Tyrone.
He rode him faster, another orgasm building in his balls. He’d gotten completely lost in the moment and kissed Tyrone’s thick lips as he came across his chest. With a guttural groan, Tyrone filled his ass with even more cum.
Doug slid off his lap onto the floor. Isabel crawled over to him and kissed him on the lips. She whispered to him. “Best birthday ever.”
THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET FETISH (Tie, Bondage and Torture BDSM Erotica)
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AN EXCERPT FROM THE BILLIONAIRES SECRET FETISH
I strip her clothes off in quick, easy rips, peeling down her skirt from around her waist to the floor. Her knees slam together, showing obvious self-awareness of her half-nudity from her waist down. I allow her a couple seconds to feel naked and as the seconds ticked by her closed knees gradually open. I slide the glossy black buttons of her white blouse through each button hole, nipping open all the buttons until her blouse had an open passage from her neck to below her deep navel hole.
She slightly pulls her face back and I could tell she felt more naked than before. I bust open the chest of her blouse in one commanding motion and swiftly slide her stiff cotton shirt off her shoulders, the collar falls back and the slim fitting sleeves turn inside-out as I unclothed her arms. She stands there in front of me in only bra and panties and the room temperature hugs her entire naked skin. I put my mouth an inch close to hers.
“Hello, Slut,” I say.
“Hello Sir,” she responds, her voice already husky. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The rattle in her voice convinced me she is a bit nervous today.
She lungs forward to kiss my lips and I pull my head away. I scrunch my stare at her, surprised at her sudden fetch for my lips.
“You’re being a bad submissive today huh?”
Without further pleasantries, I lead her to a simple bench, two slim and flat slats of board for its legs, cushioned black leather upholsters its top. She doesn’t fight. She’s learned to trust me by now.
I bend her over the black leather seat and quickly secure her wrists and ankles in place with the wispy leather straps. A thicker strap goes firmly over her back, holding her tightly in place. I hear her breath. By the time I’ve cinched everything tight she can barely even wriggle. Her breathing has quickened. I can almost smell her anticipation. I run one hand down her back, then stand and walk to the rack on my brick wall.
The rack on the wall is made of bronze wrought iron and is where I
keep all my toys. The dungeon is a private one, and my collection is pretty extensive. There is a wide variety of instruments for causing pain, and just as many for giving pleasure. It’s one of these that I select – a Hitachi vibrator.
I pluck it from the wall and settle it between Dania’s legs, the tip up against her crotch. She moans in anticipation, even before I switch the device on. I let her anticipation swell her heart for ten long seconds before I press on the power button. When I do her whole body tightens within its bonds.
A low muffled buzz comes from the device and it vibrates hard in my grip. A shiver runs through her from head to toe. I adjust the vibration from high to medium. It buzzes a volume lower than before but the echo still swallows us in my hollow dungeon below the earth’s surface.
I leave the Hitachi in place and select the stainless steel pinwheel . . . Download a copy of this book now to finish reading
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Table of Content
A FREE GIFT FOR YOU
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
EXCERPT
CHAPTER 1
Today I relax and punish.
Tuesdays are heaven-sent days for me but maybe not for Dania or maybe they are. I hope they’re not.
On Tuesdays I see Dania in my dungeon. When I see her I really teach her and I bring her to her highest peak. Like the perfect submissive she is, she’s always waiting for me in the dungeon when I arrive from work.
Yes a dungeon, yes it’s dark and yes she’s kneeling in place, head lowered, hands on knees. She’s been paying attention. I take my time removing my grey trench coat, loosening my tie and making myself comfortable. It has been a long day at work and I’m looking forward to relaxing with her and tightening her climaxes. Finally spending some time focussed on something other than numbers and profits.
Some people might think it’s strange the way I choose to relax. I learnt a long time ago not to let the opinions of others bother me. Really, I suppose, it’s hard to be bothered by what anyone thinks of you when you’re worth two-and-a-quarter billion. That’s how much I’m worth. And the way I choose to relax after a stressful day is with Dania. Beautiful, blonde, brown-eyed, D-cup Dania, who I own, totally. Who is my slave and my submissive, who I love to possess.
Dania is not only my relaxation she is my joy, my world, so I tease Dania. That is what I most enjoy doing, that’s what unwinds me. I bring her to heights she could never reach on her own and then I let her down again gently, ever so gently, denying her the rough climax that she desires, that she deserves. I’m not sure if it’s the kinky stuff I do with her body to arouse her to her peak that relaxes me or the power of bringing her to such a peak and denying her of her release, over and over again.
She begs for me to let her cum and I don’t. She whimpers and cries and pleas and twists and I gag her mouth with her black ball. Is it the wonderful and powerful feeling of denying Dania of her orgasm’s that I’m obsessed with? Or is it the fact that she cannot fuck me, kiss me, touch me. I think it maybe the act of denying her of her orgasms as she wants, taking my own time with my superb doings, serving her with her climaxes when I think it has mellowed long enough in her clit and her pussy is about to explode and even then, I still just may deny her one, more, time and watch her face explode when I generously serve her overdue orgasms. Walking is usually out of the picture when I’m done with her. The legs under her body becomes useless.
Today. Tuesday. She is kneeling when I enter dungeon. The dungeon is below my house is dark and has no windows. The circular walls are made of raw brick all around. I can feel down here is warmer than the rest of the house. I like the air around me to be cool. I drive with a freezing air condition and my house is always kept cool, but inside my dungeon is warm. Dania remains kneeling in place until I come to her and put my air-condition-temperatured hand on her warm neck. She jerks at the cool touch of my palm at her neck.
“Stand,” I say, and she does so.
I can feel her trembling a little underneath my touch, the fine hairs on her neck standing up. This is the effect I have on her. With her standing before me, I place the tip of my forefinger at the corner of her mouth, stroll around to her back while slowly dragging the fleshy pad of my finger tip around to the back of her neck. I stopped my finger on the third knobby bulge of her spine and brought my other hand to the latch of her thirty-two karats black diamond necklace. She knows I’m about to unleash it. I free her of the necklace and she lifts her chin for me to ease it from her. I place it on the leather table beside us. I look at her slender naked neck, it’s so sexy I bit above all the knobs of her spine, my upper lip touching into her soft blonde hair. I wetly suck behind her neck and hear her sudden response. A gasp so loud and sudden, the echo bounces off the walls. She slams hold of my muscular thighs in my pants behind her as she fights to withstand the chills my lips and wet tongue caused from kissing high above her neck.
I girt a fistful of her hair yanking her head back nice and tight so she can feel the taut tension lines tugging the hair pores of her scalp just the way she likes it. I unmouth my lips off her and let the air touches on the wet kiss mark I left at her neck. Her fine hairs stand stiff at the back of her neck. Her fingers dig deep into the flesh of my thigh. She grabs them firm and steady and her knees bend powerlessly. I step back, her fingers loosen off my thighs and I slowly stroll my way around to her face.
I strip her clothes off in quick, easy rips, peeling down her skirt from around her waist to the floor. Her knees slam together, showing obvious self-awareness of her half-nudity from her waist down. I allow her a couple seconds to feel naked and as the seconds ticked by her closed knees gradually open. I slide the glossy black buttons of her white blouse through each button hole, nipping open all the buttons until her blouse had an open passage from her neck to below her deep navel hole.
She slightly pulls her face back and I could tell she felt more naked than before. I bust open the chest of her blouse in one commanding motion and swiftly slide her stiff cotton shirt off her shoulders, the collar falls back and the slim fitting sleeves turn inside-out as I unclothed her arms. She stands there in front of me in only bra and panties and the room temperature hugs her entire naked skin. I put my mouth an inch close to hers.
“Hello, Slut,” I say.
“Hello Sir,” she responds, her voice already husky. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The rattle in her voice convinced me she is a bit nervous today.
She lungs forward to kiss my lips and I pull my head away. I scrunch my stare at her, surprised at her sudden fetch for my lips.
“You’re being a bad submissive today huh?”
Without further pleasantries, I take her by the neck, one strong hand gripping her slender throat and lead her to a simple bench, two slim and flat slats of board for its legs, cushioned black leather upholsters its top.
She doesn’t fight. She’s learned to trust me by now.
I bend her over the black leather seat and quickly secure her wrists and ankles in place with the wispy leather straps. A thicker strap goes firmly over her back, holding her tightly in place. I hear her breath. By the time I’ve cinched everything tight she can barely even wriggle. Her breathing has quickened. I can almost smell her anticipation. I run one hand down her back, then stand and walk to the rack on my brick wall.
CHAPTER 2
The rack on the wall is made of bronze wrought iron and is where I keep all my toys. The dungeon is a private one, and my collection is pretty extensive. There is a wide variety of instruments for causing pain, and just as many for giving pleasure. It’s one of these that I select – a Hitachi vibrator.
I pluck it from the wall and settle it between Dania’s legs, the tip up against her crotch. She moans in anticipation, even before I switch the device on. I let her anticipation swell her heart for ten long seconds before I press on the power button. When I do her whole body tightens within its bonds.
A low muffled buzz comes from the device and it vibrates hard in my grip. A shiver runs through her from head to toe. I adjust the vibration from high to medium. It buzzes a volume lower than before but the echo still swallows us in my hollow dungeon below the earth’s surface.
I leave the Hitachi in place and select the stainless steel pinwheel, it’s a small handheld contraption with a tracing wheel at one end of the device. The tracing wheel is teethed with twenty steel pins. The perfect sensory toy to tease and torture and drive her crazy. She can feel the slightest difference in pressure when I roll it across her tender flesh. Each pin-like acupuncture needling sweetly on her naked skin. Every touch of each teeth rolling over her ignites a sharp sparking nerve under her skin, stimulating her arousal to a higher height. I choose well the areas to beautifully torment.
