John stroked Stefan’s drooping monster cock.
“I’m sorry, really I am. You know I love you and would take your full length if I could. I hope I keep you happy in other ways.”
Stefan dropped to his knees in front of John and took him into his arms, holding him tight as he stroked his back and reached down to cup his small round ass in a hand big enough to span halfway across his companion’s buttocks. I couldn’t say that I blamed John for being afraid of such an extraordinary beast of a penis. Even partially soft as it was now, the thing hung almost to the floor.
They kissed again, long and deep. Stefan had to taste himself on John’s tongue. Perhaps their sperm tasted of butterscotch. It wouldn’t surprise me if it did. John pulled away from the kiss then, and I felt the blood drain from my face. He stared right at me. I yelped and ran down the hall toward the back bedroom. My head swam and my legs felt like rubber but still I stumbled away. I tripped on the rug at the end of the hall but strong arms caught me before I hit the floor. What the hell? Looking up, John’s amused face peered down at me. How had he gotten here?
“How did you…”
“I’ll be the one asking the questions, you little snoop.”
Uh oh.
“Just what did you think to accomplish by spying on us?” He glared down his nose at me, intimidating even though he stood there stark naked. He might as well be flashing his badge and loaded weapon at me. With that thought, my filthy mind took over and my gaze dropped to his swollen dick. Whoa. It actually twitched as if it had a mind of its own.
Instead of trying to explain myself, I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him. He allowed me to pet him a few times, then he eased my hands away and turned me in his arms to walk back down the hallway. His hardness hit me in the small of my back with every step we took. Stefan waited at the entrance to the den.
I sensed his displeasure right away. Very easy to do with the scowl he wore so blatantly. But then, as he stared at my flushed face, a slow smile crept upon his lips.
“Now what should Daddy do with such a naughty girl?” Stefan looked over me to John. His grin grew even wider then and I jerked my head around to see what John did behind my back.
No expression whatsoever. He didn’t even look at me but just stared back at his lover as if I didn’t exist. I felt a tug on my hair and spun back to Stefan.
“Again, what should Daddy do with such a naughty, naughty girl? You need to be punished. Don’t you agree, Sheriff?” Stefan took my wrist in his big paw and held me tight. A slight stirring of the air at my back, then the cold metal of handcuffs replaced Stefan’s hand on my wrist.
Crap. He must really be mad.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spy on you and I didn’t see anything, really.”
John burst into laughter behind me, his breath blowing wisps of my hair onto my forehead and in front of my eyes. My cheeks blazed. They must have known all along that I watched. I just hope they didn’t know that I enjoyed watching their amorous attentions to each other. It made no difference now since I was busted.
Still laughing, John pulled me, by the crook of my arm, into his bedroom. As the three of us entered the room, my stomach convulsed and I gagged, going into a spasm of dry heaves so violent that John let me go. I fell to my hands and knees on the rug. I stayed there, staring at the various brown and blue tweeds in the rug until one of them placed his heavy hand on the nape of my neck.
“It’s time for your punishment.” John reached for my hand and snapped another handcuff on my naked wrist. I stared at the shiny metal and a slow smile spread across my lips. I couldn’t let them see it. I had a sneaking suspicion this punishment would end up being very pleasurable to me. I kept my head down in a dejected posture as they pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed.
Arms grasped me around the waist and tossed me onto the bed, face down. I turned my head to see John snapping one pair of handcuffs to the bed frame and Stefan tugged on my other arm. He pulled me uncomfortably far and my shoulders popped.
“John, this one won’t reach the frame.” He pulled again and I cried out.
“Don’t rip her arms out of the sockets.” John opened the nightstand drawer and removed yet another set of handcuffs. Sheesh, how many pairs of those things did he keep around the house?
“Here, use these.” He tossed them over me and I felt the cuffs land on the bed. Turning my face into the sheets, then over, I watched Stefan hook one cuff to the bed frame and the other to my set. Now, I could not move. I watched with awe when Stefan climbed on the bed, his dangling cock dragging across the pillows as he crawled over to me.
“Shouldn’t we flip her over, huh?” Stefan kneeled beside me and I got a birds eye view of his ribbed cock, inches from my nose.
“No. Not yet.” John answered him from across the room and I heard the closet door open, then a moment later, it closed with a finality that made my heart skip a beat. I didn’t want to turn away from the view of Stefan’s massive penis, but I had to see what John planned to do.
SMACK. Stinging slap of thin leather on my ass. The protection of John’s shirttail didn’t help much. As if he knew that it did afford me some comfort, Stefan yanked the shirt up to my armpits and moved away. The next slice of the belt tore across my naked skin. I buried my face in the bed, determined not to cry out. It burned as if I had just been branded. I tightened my buttocks, not knowing if the tensed muscles would help minimize the pain or make it worse. I waited, my tongue between my teeth, for the next swat. Nothing happened and I relaxed my clenched ass.
John must have been waiting for that moment because another terrible lick fell across my cheeks, this one harder than both the others. And yet another one followed. My body convulsed from the pain but still I would not cry out. No, I would not give him that satisfaction. A mere spanking would not make me scream.
Another lick landed across my roaring butt and another and another. My entire ass felt like it was on fire, a slow sizzle that increased with each swat. I could only imagine the bright red color of the crisscrossed belt marks. I waited for the next swat, lifting my hips to meet the belt. Oh yeah, I wanted him to spank me. I liked that burning pain and the feel of the cool room air on my naked ass. Knowing that both Stefan and John stared at my nude lower half turned me on even more.
I gulped when powerful hands wrapped around my legs, right above my knees and pushed, moving my legs under my body. My ass rose in the air. Big fingers entered my dripping pussy, hammering me with violent thrusts. The fingers withdrew and I felt the belt again as it added more stripes to my cheeks and the back of my thighs. The fingers returned stroking my throbbing clit then entering my pussy.
“Have we punished you enough?” John slipped his tongue into my ear as he asked his silly question and I moaned in response.
“No, officer, punish me some more. I’ve been a very bad girl.”
ELEVEN
What insanity had overtaken my sensibilities this time? Begging for more punishment? Did I just say that out loud?
The bed dipped as Stefan climbed on again. The giant head of his penis pushed against the entrance to my waiting pussy. In one savage thrust, he rammed his horse-sized cock into me. He bottomed out against my cervix, I felt the pain, but it dissipated into a liquid ache that spread throughout my loins. I wanted him to batter me and he knew this because he withdrew and did it again. He slapped my ass and grabbed my hipbones to drive his cock deep into me again and again. With his next thrust a violent orgasm took me by surprise and finally, their punishment made me scream.
John laughed and left my side. Stefan continued to plunge his enormous ribbed cock into me and I rocked back to meet his thrusts as far as I could with him holding my hips in his masterful grip.
“Who’s your Daddy? Huh Sandy? Tell me, who—is—your—Daddy?” He punctuated his question by splitting me open with his meaty cock.
I swallowed hard, trying to gather the strength to answer him when he smacked me with his hand aga
in.
“I asked you a question little girl. Answer now or your punishment will go on for hours, and you will be a bloody, quivering mass of woman flesh when I finish with you.”
I had to think about that one. Hard to think of anything with him fucking the shit out of me as he asked his question. He pulled me against him with his arms as he drove into me with his cock, his tempo speeding up until I could no longer hold myself up. I flopped there on the end of his pole like a puppet and suddenly, he pitched forward, tearing me apart inside as his ejaculate filled my womb.
Stefan collapsed on top of me, smashing the air out of my lungs for a moment until he propped himself up on his elbows. His butterscotch scented sweat soaked into John’s shirt as his chest rested on my back. His fingers crept under the collar and he pulled the shirt away, exposing my shoulder.
“No, Stefan. She is too weak for that right now.”
Stefan snorted in my ear. “She certainly doesn’t feel weak to me.”
John clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “Come on. She has suffered a great loss of blood and we should not add to it, at least not now. You can help me punish her in other ways.”
The bed dipped on both sides as Stefan pushed himself up, pulling his anaconda dick out of me to slide it across the sheets as if he hadn’t the strength to lift it. It seemed to slither along between his legs, a pet constrictor.
John took his place on the bed. He looped his arm under my hips and pulled me up until my bare ass seemed level with his pulsing cock. Holding his penis in his hand, he rubbed the head across my clit and then he pumped himself in his hand, the skin sliding up and down on his thick cock before he shoved himself between my wet pussy lips. With slow easy strokes he massaged my vagina with those lovely ribbed pleasure lines then he pulled out and lifted his cock to press against my asshole.
Oh no. I had no way to stop him and once again, he pushed past my sphincter and into my ass. I tried not to tighten my ring this time since I knew it would not stop him anyway. Inch by inch, he pushed into me then pulled out just as slowly to slather lubricant on me and insert his invading cock once again. My clit throbbed in time with his slow gentle thrusts as those same thrusts grew faster and more furious until he pumped into my ass with the same ferocity Stefan displayed moments before.
I tried so very hard not to enjoy his punishment but the instant his fingers touched my swollen clitoris, I climaxed so hard that I felt the waves shudder all the way through my rectum to caress John’s cock. Apparently John felt it too because he increased his speed and moaned as he filled my bowels with his seed. He stayed on his knees behind me, his cock still firm and embedded in my body.
Twisting my head around, I saw Stefan kissing John, their lips rough against each other and he twisted John’s nipples with one hand as he pumped his middle finger into John’s asshole with the other hand. Had he been doing that the entire time that John fucked me? Surely he was not that coordinated. But I did like seeing John get his ass invaded as he did to me. I tried scooting away but John caught and held me with an arm around my stomach, keeping me impaled on his big dick like a trophy.
As Stefan intensified his assault on him, John released me and allowed me to pull off of him to lie on the bed. He fell to his hands and knees behind me, and Stefan pounded his fingers so hard into John’s asshole that the bed rocked.
My gosh, it seemed that all those two ever thought of was drinking blood and sex. And I thought I was kinky…
I wished I could slink from the room while they went at each other but of course, the little problem of being handcuffed to the bed frame stopped me. Oh, but what is that on the nightstand? The key? It sure looks the right size to fit the cuffs. Now all I had to do was reach it. I tried lifting my arm. The damned chain wouldn’t even allow me to lift my hand a few inches.
Shit, so I was stuck here on the bed, filled with shame to be so close to them as they ignore me and, to top it off, I was incredibly thirsty. Not like I felt comfortable interrupting their fist fucking fun and drawing their attention back to me. I’d had enough punishment for one night. What they did now though bothered me more than the lashes with the belt and the anal intrusion. I felt like leftover meatloaf, shoved to the back of the refrigerator, and purposely ignored until it spoiled.
I buried my face in the comforter praying they would finish with each other soon and leave. No such luck. They rolled together on the bed, sprawled across my legs as if I didn’t exist. Someone rested their head on my ass; the soft hair tickled my cheeks as he squirmed with passion. I tried to plug my ears and not hear their moans and panting breaths.
“Oh Sandy…” Tapping on the back of my head brought me out of my self-induced trance.
“What do you think you’re doing, ignoring us this way, hmm? Didn’t you go out of your way to spy on us earlier?” I wanted to ignore him, but John spoke right into my ear. Someone worked the lock on my handcuffs and I pulled my hand away as soon as the cuff loosened.
“Not so fast, Dumplin. You are just turning over, not leaving. Your punishment is far from over.” Stefan chuckled as he grasped my shoulder to turn me onto my back. John fastened one cuff while Stefan locked the other one.
“Remember, you didn’t answer my question earlier and I did promise you hours of punishment.” Stefan wagged his finger in my face. I itched to sink my teeth into his immense hair-sprinkled hand. He moved his fingers away.
“Ah, ah, ah. Now, who’s your daddy?”
“You, dammit. You.” You sick fuck.
Stefan’s jaw dropped and he whipped his head around to stare at John. “Did you hear that, Sheriff?” John nodded and they stood on opposite sides of the bed, staring down at me. Well hey, at least they weren’t ignoring me any longer. As they stared though, I began to wish they were.
John moved his head back and forth, his disappointment in me obvious. “Sandy, you should know by now that if you direct your thoughts to us, we can hear you as plain as if you were speaking out loud.”
The heat rose past my neck and I knew that the cheeks on my face blazed just as red as the cheeks on my ass were earlier.
“I am not a sick fuck. I, my dear, am a high ranking member of the Elite and you would have been killed last night, if I were not such a terribly nice guy.”
“I’m sorry.” I did mean it though my voice didn’t really sound like I did. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. I liked Stefan, hell I liked them both.
Stefan said nothing more. He knelt beside the foot of the bed and lifted a length of black cloth. Staring into my eyes, he pulled my leg over to the edge of the bed, wrapped the silken cloth around my ankle and tied it tight. Then, he winked at me.
“Okay, so maybe I am a sick fuck, but I’m still a nice guy.” He laughed then as he circled the bed and grabbed my other leg as I tried to move it away from him. He wrapped an identical length of cloth around my ankle and tied it tightly also. How embarrassing. Stefan stood at the foot of the bed, staring at my spread open pussy.
“Come look at this, John.” John moved to obey and now they both stared at my exposed crotch. Please world open up and swallow me. How can they treat me this way?
“You are being punished, remember?” Ah, so the asshole meant to humiliate me. I plastered the most bored look that I could muster on my face and yawned, then I closed my eyes and pretended to doze off. That would get them.
“She looks hot down there, huh? We should cool her off.”
I ignored Stefan’s irritating voice. He would not rattle my cage. So he was into this bondage thing. Let him get his jollies. I listened with all my abilities though, trying to guess what he planned next. I heard nothing. When I felt the chill of the ice enter my vagina my eyes flew open and I screamed.
“Stop it.” I looked over at John for help because Stefan just stood there grinning like a dolt. No help from John, he looked away. Stefan held a bowl of half-moon shaped ice cubes. His eyes locked with mine, he lifted another ice cube, popped it into his mouth for a moment th
en bent to the edge of the bed and spit the slick cube into his hand. I glared back at him, but he did it anyway. Stefan slid that ice right into my pussy. Deliciously cold, but it melted quickly, a stream of cold water running out of my open lips to soak the bed beneath me.
“Oh, are you awake now?” He popped another ice cube into his mouth and handed one to John so he could do the same. John leaned on the bed beside Stefan and spit his ice cube into his palm. He spread my butt cheeks a little wider with his other hand and slid that saliva slicked ice cube up my ass. Stefan bent over until his face was inches from my mons then he parted his lips and let the melted ice run out of his mouth and onto my labia. Such an odd but erotic feeling, I liked it.
Stefan shoved his face into my crotch and wrapped his icy lips around my clit, sucking hard on the tiny nub, then flicking it with his ice cold tongue.
“Oh my god, Stefan. Ohhhh.” He continued his assault as more and more ice cubes slipped into my pussy. My heat melted them as quickly as they were shoved in. John crawled up to my breast and put an ice cube in his mouth before he took my nipple between his teeth and suckled with that cold, cold mouth of his. I lifted my hips to Stefan’s mouth and cherished the feel of John’s mouth on first one breast then the other. Their frozen treatment didn’t stop the heat of my climax as it grew and grew and finally exploded through my body.
One ice cube remained in Stefan’s bowl. He stood beside the bed, smiled down at me, and put it gently between my parched lips.
TWELVE
Oh, that ice quenched my thirst. I gazed up at Stefan, trying not to think of him as such a sick fuck, but it was hard when he lifted his eyebrows in rapid succession and grinned down at me. It worried me, that smile. No telling what he planned to do to me next. His smile grew and my anxiety quadrupled.
Dropping the empty ice bowl, Stefan dove on the bed and straddled my head. Hairy knees on both sides of my face, he let his giant cock bang into my chin. I stared at it, then lifted my gaze to Stefan’s face, my mind ablaze with thoughts of sinking my teeth into his dangling meat.
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