Candice and I entered the den of decadence, the master bedroom, at the end of the hallway. Candice looked around the room admiringly. I must say, it is beautiful. I’d ditched those neutral tones I’d used in the front rooms and went with mainly black and red when it came to the master bedroom. The walls were painted in black, red, and white. There were curving rivulets of black that looked like ribbon alongside interwoven bursts of red that looked like rose petals bursting form knotted curvatures of the black ribbon. The bed was custom built, the mattress specially made, and it took up most of the space in the room. It was huge and all feathers and satin, silk and Egyptian cotton, big fluffy pillows and beauty, all sex and sexy.
Music was already playing over the sound system. The music was a soundtrack of songs we’d put together ourselves for situations especially such as these. There were recording devices, a sixty inch plasma flat screen mounted on the wall. We were always ready to either put on a show or watch one. There was a mirrored ceiling along with a mirrored wall, but I’d gone the extra mile to make sure none of it came across as tacky or made anyone feel like they were spending the night in a seedy honeymoon suite in some skeevy hotel out in the middle of nowhere.
The only thing provocative out in the open was the stripper pole in the far corner of the room, everything else was hidden. Eighteen inch double jelly dong, glass dildos, more handcuffs, scarves, the closet filled with costumes meant for more role playing, lube, butt plugs, body chocolate, ball gags, a body sling, a riding crop--all of those things in other places, waiting to be used later. They were things I’d been collecting and using before and after my marriage. Things that represented the other side of me that Scott knew nothing about.
“Get on the bed,” Chris tells her, turning her attention back to the task at hand. “On all fours. Now.”
Candice does as she’s told. I’m watching her, waiting for her to disobey so I can punish her. But she’s doing exactly as she’d been told. That doesn’t stop me from watching her every move.
“Leila,” Chris calls my name roughly and my head snaps in his direction.
“Yes?”
“Undress me.”
I move quickly across the room, unbutton his jeans, unzip them, pull them down until they’re at his ankles. He steps out of them smoothly.
I notice the bulge in front of his black Calvin Kleins and pull them down, exposing his hardness. He’s not just semi-hard, he’s rock solid, and it takes a lot to get him where he is right now.
I look up at him. His expression is cold and stony.
He is not Chris.
He is Christopher.
He’s a master and we are his servants; his pleasure boxes, there to please him.
“Get off your knees, it’s time for a taste test,” he says to me.
I do as I’m told and move over toward Candice on the bed who is propped up on her knees, her head sideways on the bed, her face contorted in confusion and impatience. But she’s gotten the hand of the game enough to know not to ask what’s next. She’s agreed to participate, to take whatever we dish out. I’m just waiting for her to slip up.
Chris walks over to her, his thick ten inch cock stretched out in front of him like a weapon, a sword made of flesh, powerful enough to do plenty of damage. I know. I’ve felt what it’s capable of.
Chris leans down and pulls her closer to the edge of the bed towards him. He squats and is face to face with her slit. Her sticks out his tongue and drags it from her clit up to her opening and gently parts his way agonizingly slow as he makes his way inside her.
She moans.
I don’t hesitate to spank her.
“Who told you that you could make any noise?” I chastise her, the butt cheek I smack is reddening; I can feel the sting of where I slapped it on the palm of my own hand.
She doesn’t make anymore noise even though I know that what Chris is doing to her feels almost too good because it’s been done to me countless times.
He moves his tongue in and out of her, does tricks with that little appendage of his, swirls it around, bends it, makes it stiffen and then softens it again.
I see him dragging it, wiggling it, all over her folds, inside and out. He sucks her clit and she shuts her eyes and makes faces that look like she’s in pain, but I know that what she’s feeling is really pleasure. She has to bite her lip to keep from crying out, screaming, telling him she wants more, that she wants it harder. She’s a trooper, she’s squirming, but Chris is holding onto her tight.
He uses both his hands, spreads her lips as wide as he can, puts his mouth up to her bright pink inner walls and starts sucking her hard and good.
She can’t help but scream out.
I know how it feels.
And I’m jealous.
She’s in ecstasy. She feels like she’s going to explode from the inside out.
Instead of spanking her I get on the bed and kiss her deep as Chris continues to suck her folds, her walls, her clit, he looks like he can’t get enough of her.
Then he comes up for air, licking his lips.
He calls for me.
I know what’s next.
“Taste her,” he commands. “She tastes so fucking good. Just as good as she looks.”
I decide to see for myself, especially since I’ve wanted to see all night. I only got a tiny taste of what she was putting out in the Beemer. Now I get to not just sample, but feast.
She’s dripping wet and I can’t tell how much of it’s her and how much is from Chris’s mouth. I get to see how the two of them taste mixed together once again.
She’s so soft, so hot, so wet.
I ease my tongue inside of her; let her folds, her lips, close around it. She does taste good. So soft. I suck her clit, give it a few little nibbles, lick around her lips and then go back inside her. Chris doesn’t give me much time before he comes back and says a little too playfully for a dominant, “Stop being greedy. Give me some more.”
He moves in and starts sucking her again. He moves his mouth over that part of her in the same way that he kisses. With passion, as if he’d live inside of her if he could.
Then we go at it together. Our lips and tongues collide as we lick and suck her everywhere, as she struggles to maintain poise, but I can tell that’s a battle she’s losing by the second.
Abruptly Chris stands up, his hard on throbbing, his dick jumping with a pulse of its own. The head is swollen and precum comes out, a few drops drip onto the floor. He grabs his shaft, rubs his rod slow and easy, tilts his head back, runs his hand over his head and shuts his eyes. I watch as he puts his completely exposed cock up against her slit. I watch as he lets a few drops of his semen drip onto her lips, mix with her juices; I watch as he eases that huge member of his inside her slowly. Watch as he puts he pushes his semen that no longer produces babies anymore disappear inside her. I watch that part of her stretch, accommodate him. That kitty of hers goes form tiny to welcoming a cock that looks nearly as big as her slim little arm. He eases in and out. Doesn’t go fast.
I’m shocked. He never does that. Ever. We’re always safe.
He’s breaking rules.
We both are.
I can’t help but wonder what the hell is happening to us. What the hell is this girl doing to us?
He eases out of her completely. He exhales the way a thirsty man does after he’s been working all day under a hot summer sun and he just got a nice long swig of something icy cold and liquid.
He went deep inside of her.
The entire length of his shaft is wet, glistening, from saliva and Candice’s juices.
He rubs the length of his hard on, cups his balls, massages them.
I know him. I can see it. This girl is driving him crazy.
He wants to bust so bad, and he doesn’t want to at the same time. He’s enjoying this feeling too much.
While his eyes are still closed I go over to him and start sucking away. He looks down at me and I move away.
He’s back in th
e game.
He steps over to Candice again. Pulls her into a kneeling position where she’s facing us. He undoes one of the cuffs on her wrist. She’s waiting on him to undo the other, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he locks the cuff he just took from around her wrist onto me.
***
We’re cuffed together and I already know what’s next.
Chris sits down on the edge of the bed, his erection like a massive pole between his legs aimed at us.
“I want to see both of you on your knees right now, with your mouths on my cock. Make me cum.”
Neither of us hesitates. We drop to our knees, eye level with his hard on, and we go to work.
Candice and I instantly establish a rhythm that works for us and obviously pleases Chris.
I’m surprised when Candice deep throats all of him, taking his full length and girth all the way down her throat, letting her lips touch the base of that huge cock and then came up for air again. Chris had a look of surprise all over his face, too.
I figured it was time to step up my game and followed her lead. Took all of him down my throat a little too fast and nearly gagged, but I held it down, kept it quiet. Refused to chock when a little five foot two, twenty-one year old had swallowed all ten inches without blinking, flinching, or making a sound except the slurps of her saliva as she worked her mouth.
I came back up and she went back down, taking turns diving on that flesh coated phallic shaped rock. Chris couldn’t even close his mouth.
We took turns deep throating him and then she went down lower on her haunches, started licking and sucking his balls with the elegance and expertise of one who knew exactly what a man wanted and needed. She was gentle with that sack, wicked with her mouth. While she worked his balls, I licked and sucked his shaft. Worked my jaws, left my hands out of the situation, let my mouth do everything it was capable of doing. No way was I going to let her show me up.
I started wiggling my tongue along his shaft after I had him deep down my throat. He fell back on the bed and rose up again as if he wasn’t quite sure of what to do with his own body.
He grabs both our heads. When I look up at his face he looks young and scared, looks as if he’s afraid of all the pleasure he’s receiving.
I release his cock from my mouth, grab onto the weapon with the hand that isn’t cuffed to Candice and start stroking him viciously.
As I stroke him, I lean down, interrupt Candice on her mission, put her tongue in my mouth, kiss her as I stroke him. Kiss her as I slow my stroke on him, start stroking him nice and easy. I’m the only one with my clothes still on and Candice wants to remedy that. She pulls down the top of my tube dress and continues to pull as she tongues me. If it were possible our tongues would’ve been knotted by now. I didn’t have on any bra or panties to begin with underneath my dress, so since that chest-to-knee length material is gone I’m nude. My rumpled dress is fallen to the floor around my knees that are pressed to the floor.
I let go of his dick, put that free hand inside of Candice. Feel how wet she is. Bring those juices back up to my mouth and taste them again. I go back down for more and then put some of that sweetness in her mouth. She sucks her essence form my fingers as if it were the best thing she’s ever tasted. I feel her skills on my fingers, wonder how that would feel on me.
She comes up and starts kissing me again and I can’t help but get lost in them. It seems almost juvenile to enjoy kissing so much, but she makes kissing an experience.
Just like sex.
Her kissing, her tongue, everything about her was pure and unadulterated sex. I think we both almost forgot about Chris, but when Candice looks back in his direction, she pouts at him as if she feels sorry for him not being included.
He is the authority. He has the power to stop us, bring us back over to him, and demand we please him, but he hadn’t said a word. Not a peep.
Candice goes back over to him first. I restrain myself form tugging at her so she can keep kissing me. I forgot we’re cuffed and feel her tugging me back over to Chris. I have no choice but to go back and relinquish my claim on her mouth. Those pretty lips. That talented sweet little tongue.
She starts on his shaft which had started to jump higher than I’d ever seen it, watched that monster twice before she had him in her mouth trying to tame him. I went to his nuts and tried to match what she’d done. Couldn’t help watching her take his cock into her mouth, pass those lush lips that no longer bore any lip gloss, all the way down her throat. Over and over again. She found her rhythm. She got his cock wet, had it making deep lapping sounds. I hadn’t even thought anyone could suck him that fast. I hate to admit it, but even I can’t suck him the way she is.
I felt his balls tighten in my mouth, saw that hard monster start to jerk violently from its base, saw those veins that skin, those muscles working overtime. He was about to bust, shoot his load right down her throat.
She was going to die. Choke. Death by asphyxiation. I nearly stopped her to warn her, let her know that Chris’s cum didn’t just trickle out and even when it shot out, it wouldn’t be a small amount. She was going to get strangled on that man-milk.
But I was mesmerized by her.
Then I saw it.
It was coming.
Chris was about to cum, going to cum. Seconds away from it; maybe less.
He grunted, groaned, sounded sexy as hell, looked sexy as hell from where I was kneeling. His mouth was open, eyes shut, his left arm twitching as Candice’s head had stopped bobbing, her face was in his crotch, still had all of him down her throat.
But she wasn’t moving.
I couldn’t help but think she was dead.
We’d always joked about his cock or the amount he came killing someone one of these days, but this felt surreal.
Panic made my heart drop for a second before I noticed she wasn’t coming up for air, but Chris still had a look of absolute wonderment on his face still gazing down at her.
Then I saw what I should’ve seen before. Her jaws, her cheeks, her throat were all still working. They looked strained, but it looked like they were in control, knew exactly what they wanted to accomplish.
Then she popped up.
I expected to hear that inhale a person does once they’ve broken the surface of water after they’ve nearly drowned, but that didn’t happen. Instead, what I notice are the remnants of some of his cum gliding down the sides of his cock as if someone had dripped some melted ice cream on his shaft.
She held that still-hard one eyed monster in the hand that isn’t cuffed to me as cum spills over her fingers.
But that’s not all of him. Not by a long shot.
I know Chris. I know how he cums and that wasn’t nearly all of his jizz.
That’s when I notice her cheeks look full.
She pops her head back and spews that protein up in the air in one long streaming squirt. She lets it fall back onto her face. She’s covered in cum; it’s splashed all over her face, on her eyelids, her nose, her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her perfect breasts, but she still looks to be in a playful mood.
She giggles. Opens her mouth to show she has a tongue coated in white.
Before she swallows it I reach over and grab her by the neck and bring her face to mine, put her lips against mine, congregate with her tongue to tongue. I’ve tasted Chris’s cum plenty of times before, but I wanted to taste it with her own essence mixed into it. I want to taste every part of her. I suck and swallow what I can from her mouth. It’s better than my favorite meal right now.
Chris runs his hands through both of our hair, but I can see the way he’s looking at Candice. There are stars in his eyes. Whatever he’s feeling goes beyond lust, that much is evident, but I tell myself that it can’t be the case.
I tell myself it’s being in that moment.
Our lust. Our passion. The three of us on a journey, going deeper down that road, further on a ride we don’t want to get off of, not just yet.
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Chris is lying back on the bed, eyes open, but the tiredness in them is evident. Candice and I are still joined at the wrists, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching over to the nightstand with the hand not joined with hers and getting the eighteen inch double dong from the top drawer. Jelly. Pastel pink. Made for an easy glide and easy clean up. Replaced with a new one after every use with any girl that isn’t a repeat of ours.
Candice is being a good girl. Not asking questions. She’s learned her lesson, learning all of them well and fast. But that won’t slow any future punishment from me should she get out of line.
“Up,” I tell her.
She stands.
I point with my unfettered hand towards the bed and we both climb on.
She is obedient. Subservient. A dream submissive. The perfect victim of our fleshly crimes.
“Get on his right side,” I tell her, and she listens.
We’re on either side of him on our knees. Both of us naked except for the stilettos we’ve never taken off of our feet. I bring her towards me for a kiss. She plays with my tongue, teases it, as I do the same to hers. We hardly lock lips. We’re putting on a show. Candice has gotten the hint. She wiggled the tip of her tongue against the tip of mine. I reach between her legs and begin to massage her slit. I’m surprised when she reaches between my legs and returns the favor. She’s awkward at first as if she’s never done it before as her fingers rub against those soft spots of me a little more clumsily than I’d like. Then I think about it. She probably hasn’t done it before.
I pull away from her. Move away. I poise my kitty over Chris’s face; put my slit against his lips. I can’t help but want to feel his mouth on me. He knew the drill. The dominant was being dominated, or at least I was going to try my luck.
He sucked my clit, reached up and slapped my ass. Slapped it so hard he made the sound echo. Took his face from kitty and said, “Did I tell you that you could sit on my face?”
“No,” I say, admonished by his harsh tone and his physical reprimand.
“No what?”
“No, sir, Christopher.”
He slaps my ass hard, on the right cheek first and then the left on and then both at the same time. I knew not to scream, groan, yelp, or make any sound at all. You do the crime, you take the punishment you know you’re going to get. He slapped my cheeks again, the feeling going all through m body, and then rubbed his palm soothingly over the area he’d just hit that I knew had already turned a deep red. I could feel the heat from the licks I’d been given.
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