Continued from this story in 2013. Fiction, erotica, characters over 18, etc. This is Part 2.
When Cole walked in, it was to see Laura on her knees, gazing up at Steven’s cock like a supplicant. The punishment belt was lashed around her throat, the tail end wrapped around Steve’s fist. Her hair was tangled from having Steve’s fingers in it, her mouth and chin were shiny with drool. Cum stained her upper torso. They had been at it long enough that Steve’s cum had dried on her in several places.
“Hey,” Steve greeted him. “How was the internship?”
“Long. Orientation,” Cole said succinctly. He dropped his bag on the floor and went straight to them, standing close enough to Laura that he could feel the heat coming off her body. He reached down and ruffled her hair like a pet, combing his fingers through the wild tangle. She wriggled in that way that signaled her enjoyment, but she couldn’t respond because Steve had his dick in her mouth again.
“You need to use our girl?” Steve asked knowingly, drawing back until Laura only held the head of his cock in her mouth.
Steve moved his hips forward, his cock prodding Laura’s lips. Cole’s dick twitched just watching Laura accept cock in her mouth, stretching her lips. Steve didn’t stop until her nose was pressed to his groin and she had taken him down her throat, gagging only a little. He drew the belt a little bit tighter around Laura’s throat. He rocked forward and back in short, jabbing thrusts. Cole helped by curving his hand around the back of Laura’s head and holding her in place.
Laura’s eyes were wide and teary. Her shoulders shuddered and her hands, resting in her lap, fluttered. Between the two of them, they had done a good job fucking the gag reflex out of her.
“You want my cum, don’t you?” Steve grunted. “She’s needy for more than the taste I’ve been giving her.”
His cock shuttled in and out of Laura’s mouth. He was good at using the belt, tightening it just a little as he surged in and then loosening as he withdrew. With a loud groan, Steven poured himself down her throat.
She squirmed in place, still able to feel embarrassed and self-concious, but she beamed. “Thank you for letting me swallow your cum.”
Steven pulled her to her feet and turned her around to face Cole, giving her a smack on the ass as he did so. “See what you can do to make Cole’s day better, huh?”
Cole filled his hands with his warm, naked girl, his hands moving over her body, touching her everywhere because he could, because she belonged to the two of them. He doubled the end of the belt over in his hand, taking control of the leash to tether her to him.
“Can I suck your cock, Sir?” Laura said. The words came out a little raspy, and it made him hard just to hear how Steve had destroyed her voice.
Cole smiled. “Maybe later. I want to fuck your ass, babe.”
Laura’s face scrunched in a pout, but she didn’t protest. She knew better. Anal sex wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed, and that was partly why Cole loved fucking her in the ass. It was something she had to submit to, because he owned her body.
He got the rope he ordered online and got to work. He was getting better at it, but he still used too much rope to get the same results. He was working on it though, because he was a big fan of tying Laura up while leaving her as exposed as possible.
In the end, the red ropes squeezed her breasts and torso. Rope spread her bottom for him and anchored off the breast harness, ensuring she couldn’t straighten her legs out of the crouched position. He left her arms free. She couldn’t move away from him, and he liked seeing her nails rake furrows in the carpet.
“You’re getting good at that,” Steve remarked. He wasn’t as interested as Cole in perfecting his technique.
Cole unzipped and took his cock in hand, rubbing the hard flesh between Laura’s slippery flesh. Laura’s shoulders tensed and then she forced herself to relax as Cole began to push his dick into her bottom. She made the hottest sounds whenever they played with her ass. Deep, plaintive groans, a lot of heavy panting and whimpering.
Cole slapped her ass and she cried out. “Relax, babe.”
Laura buried her face in her arms as Cole began to fuck her. Her nipples scraped across the carpet and she sobbed. Cole’s fingers gently pinched her clit, rubbery and slick, even as he pounded away at her ass.
“You’re so juicy, babe,” Cole observed. “Maybe we need to ream your ass every day?”
It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. When they fucked her ass, it wasn’t about her or her needs. Laura felt used, like she was truly just property to be played with any way they saw fit. And that made her feel like her heart was spilling over with love for her Masters.
“Please cum in my ass, Sir,” she begged in her hoarse, cock-ravaged voice. She bounced her ass back against Cole, as much as she could in her ropes any way.
Cole laughed in his entertained way. His hand cracked against her bottom, one cheek and then the other. She couldn’t see him, but she could see Steve watching her, and he was smiling. He was jacking himself off, watching her get spanked and fucked in the ass.
Laura dug her fingers into the carpet and pushed back against Cole. It felt good, she admitted to herself, when his cock dragged out and then stuffed her again. Her cunt felt swollen and hot.
When they finished, Steve ordered pizza. Cole reclined on the couch to watch his cum dribble out of Laura’s reddened ass as Steve’s load dried in her hair. She looked thoroughly debauched. She was still rubbing her tits on the carpet, her forehead bent to the floor.
“Please, please fuck me, Sirs,” Laura said imploringly. “I need both of you. I need you in me.”
“You just had us in you, Laur. Pizza’s on its way,” Steve reported. He said in a rather chastising manner, “You’re going to have to wait, Laura.”
This made her wail. For the next thirty minutes, they watched the game and watched Laura. She would hump the air and chafe her breasts on the shag carpet, rest, shuddering, until she resumed her frantic, uncontrolled movements again.
When the buzzer rang, Cole had just finished untying her. Laura was grabbing at him desperately, kissing him feverishly as she pressed her body urgently against his. The delivery kid saw the whole thing - Laura covered in cum and naked with a belt around her throat - but Laura was far past caring.
“Off, babe,” Cole said firmly. “I’m starved.”
They took turns feeding her by hand, and had to punish her by slapping her tits when she tried to hump Cole’s leg.
“I think we may need to write a new rule for you,” Steve said warningly. “Get your rules list, Laura.”
Laura bit her lip and made an inarticulate, wordless sound of dismay, but she did as he ordered, walking to the kitchen and taking down the rules held in place on the refrigerator.
Steve wrote on the piece of paper, showed the new addition to Cole, and then gave it back to Laura.
“Read your rule out loud so we know you understand.”
“Rule eight: I am not allowed to ask permission to cum,” Laura read in a choked voice. “But this contradicts rule one!”
Rule one was that Laura was not allowed to orgasm without permission.
“No, it doesn’t. This just means you have to wait for us to tell you when you can come. You brought this on yourself, Laura,” Steve said unsympathetically.
“This will be good for you, babe,” Cole said. “You won’t have to worry about it anymore. You can’t seek permission, so you’re going to have to trust us to decide when you can come or not.“
It was going to be a whole new world for Laura. They showed her what it meant, too, when they fucked her later that night. She was used to asking them for permission to climax when they were both in her, and they always granted it; it reinforced their shared ownership of her. It was time to break that expectation and entitlement. Because they felt she would probably forget this first time, they stuffed a dildo in her mouth and made her hold it as a gag.
Cole took her ass again - it was becoming his favorite Laura hole - while Steve lubed up her tits and squeezed them together to make a nice, soft fucking place for himself. They left her clit alone.
As expected, Laura didn’t come, but her Masters did, glorying in her body. It was so delightful, so rewarding, to have such a pliant plaything for a roommate.
