“How come she gets to be free?” His wife smiles, angelic and calm in the fluffy chair right next to the bed.
“You are too big, too feisty, and too bratty to be left to your own devices. Meanwhile, she’s perfectly capable of being a good girl without a handicap.” Amused but stern I tighten the straps to pull your final limb into position over your head and tie them off. Efficient and economical movements reflect my all business attitude as I check your wrists to make sure you won’t chafe.
We’re about to answer the question whether I could get you to ask me to suck your cock. My confidence versus your will as I strip off the sheer dress and set out a few items from my bag at the foot of the bed. Your face is a study in humor… then trepidation as I line up my strapless dildo, the underwear harness, and lube. I move with a prowling grace in my heels as I round the bed.
“So, handsome arrogant one…” I draw my fingers down my neck and caress my cleavage as I stand opposite your wife. “Think it will take under an hour of just wandering hands, rubbing skin on skin, and letting my mouth explore everything but your cock for you to ask me to suck you?”
“You’d probably get me to beg for it, actually. Beg for you to suck me and also beg you to straddle my face so I can taste you.” My eyes widen in surprise that you capitulate before I even get started and I lick, then suck my index finger for a moment while I reconsider my approach. You groan as I pull it out with a pop and then tug the cup of my strap covered teddy to the side and swipe my nipple with the saliva.
I look at your wife with a slow smile as her eyes lock on the hardening rose pebble. “Open your legs, Angel. Show us that pussy.” She blushes slightly and her legs slide out of the chair, her toes delicately arched on the floor before she shyly parts her knees. “All the way, darlin’. Those thighs wide, don’t make me a liar and have to bind your calves to the chair in the position I want you in.” She nods quickly and spreads wide, ducking her head to hide her face behind a cascade of dark curls.
“Now, sirrah. Your gorgeous wife’s cunt is open to you 24/7, and you want mine?” My hands slide up the thigh highs and I palm my green lace covered crotch. You watch my hands, your attention on me and not her; bare and displayed. I scan her carefully and watch her thighs twitch as if she wants to close them, but her fingers curl on the arms of the chair and her breath comes faster. I teasingly trace the edges of my panties and tug them up a little, revealing some of the pale smooth skin of my outer lips before smoothing it back into place.
Your voice draws me back to you, your shoulders tight with tension and your cock jutting hard to your navel. “Please… please sit on my face. Let me bury my tongue deep inside you and taste you. I want you to cum all over me. I want to suck your clit hard and worship your pussy.”
I lick my lips and climb on the bed slowly. Deliberately prowling up to you, my cleavage hanging near your face as I kiss your jaw, then straighten to my knees beside you. “Look at your girl.” Both our gazes are on her, still on display but openly watching us. “Grip your thighs, honey. Spread wide on the edge of the chair.” She catches both shapely limbs and scoots down a little. “Would you just look at that. Untouched, half acknowledged and she’s already got her juices leaking down that tight ass.” She moans softly, her cheeks flush darker; a near red. “You have that right there. Willing and sopping… and you want to taste my pussy instead? You beg for my pussy?” On the edge of cruel I circle your nipple with a fingernail tipped in a wicked point.
“Fuck, yes!” Your reply has a world of enthusiastic hunger powering it and she wiggles a little in the chair but doesn’t dare put her legs down.
“This pussy? That’s what you want to taste?” I slide my panties to the side showing you the lightly pinked lips, the tight slit, and slide two fingers on either side to separate it just a little flashing the deep pink of the inner flesh and the beauty mark on my left vulva.
“God it’s so beautiful… I want to bury my face in it. I’m desperate to taste it and lick it for as long as you need.” I dip my middle finger into my hole and pull it out… avoiding the tongue you stick out to taste and paint the wetness along your nose, filling your nostrils with my scent. I suck my finger clean, my eyes on yours as your nostrils flare and your teeth flash with frustration.
“I’m going to grind. I’m going to use your face and tongue and spread this delicious musk all over, marking you as mine.”
“You’re just perfect. That smooth pussy, that pale skin. The gorgeous lingerie. Please grind on me, use my face. Press your clit against my nose as you fuck my tongue.”
I cover my pussy back up and tug my panties up tight, rubbing my clit with the fabric and moan with lust before slowly untying each side and pulling them out from between my legs. I run the lace over your face, both of us forgetting for a moment our audience while teasingly covering your eyes with the fabric and biting your earlobe before sliding it down your nose and over your lips, sitting up to let you see what I’m going to be fucking your tongue with. I purr softly, “If I lean forward and tell you to lick my pretty rosebud? Running my fingernails gently over your balls? If I say that I will gobble down that thick cock and hum as I trap you in my throat if you crane your neck and eat my ass when that wet pussy you crave is so near and so very convenient?”
“God yes! I want to kiss your ass. Work my tongue around it and then press the tip against it. Worshipping your ass just like I would your pussy. I want them both. I’d moan loudly into your ass while you take my thick cock in your throat.”
I smile into your eyes and grip your jaw hard. “What a good boy you are turning out to be…” I tap your cheek with my fingers before mounting up and muffling your moan, wiggling my pussy on your face and tossing the panties to where your wife is sitting obediently. I look right at her as I smooth my palms down your chest and then lean and glide my slit along your closed lips, and I’m so proud that you haven’t taken liberties; haven’t licked or sucked before being told. I reach forward and stroke your dick, and your lips part on a breathy half grunt. “Put that tongue out. Let me fuck my hot wet hole on it.”
Eagerly you firm it, poke it in, let me grind and wiggle and circle. I tease us both. Lifting off you with a chiding “Ah, ah, ah” when you lick, my nails dig hard into your side and you jump and immediately stop chasing me. I dance on your face, telling you to lick, then tongue fuck. Lick, lick slower, tongue fuck me. I watch your cock bounce, bob, and leak and I swipe my finger over your precum and savor it with my own tongue, my hips riding your face as I wink and then blow a kiss to your lovely girl. She whimpers slightly, and then jumps when I grip your cock and lift completely off your face and edge down, not prepared for me to break the rhythm of my own pleasure. My voice cracks out edged in my own sexual frustration, “Get that tongue in my ass, bound boy.” My hand hefts and smacks your cock against your thigh and your hip, enjoying the weight and the satisfying slap of meaty flesh on flesh.
My fingers teasingly caress your shaft, my thumb circling your slick glans as I lick the creases of your thighs and moan with the enthusiastic tongue diving into my ass. “Good boy, so fucking good. Using your tongue just right working it in my ass. But you want my mouth on your cock don’t you?” You moan and your body thrashes slightly as though you went to reach for me, your tongue not pausing but your hips trying to thrust into my hand and find my mouth. “You want me to suck your cock, yeah?” An affirmative noise snakes out around your busy tongue. I lift up as I pump your dick with my hand, moving the foreskin tightly along your shaft. “Ask.”
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck please. Please suck me.” I wriggle above your face but my lips suckle on your cockhead and your groan echoes in the room. I give you my lips on your cock, but my holes might as well be miles away. Your frustrated noises make me smile around your throbbing cock and my tongue flicks and explores your slit before I rock back and my pussy settles on your mouth again.
I’ll wiggle above you, tease. Take my holes out of reach while choking down your dick. Forcing you to make a choice. Teasing your swollen prostate with my fingers, rubbing and tickling. Sucking your balls. Then stifling your air as I ride your face. My hips hump down with more force and I moan around your cock, finally giving you both but then pull you free as I cry out shaking… your tongue circling my clit as I cum, drawing it out. I sit up, shuddering, moaning and my fingers are near claws on your chest. Not giving you time to tease me more post orgasm I shove your cock down my throat and with a single minded snarl I work your cock. Just fucking sloppy wet head. My lips making obscene noises. Driving you to cum under me. My hand is merciless, jacking you off with sure fast strokes. Twisting my hand, flattening my tongue, splaying my legs wide so you stare into my glistening pussy while I take you. Squeezing gently, pushing down on your balls. My finger circling your asshole. Sucking like your cum is the elixir of youth. Then when you are close. Desperate. Toes flexing. Everything halts and I turn around to kiss you as you curse me out.
“Fuck you, fuck you, oh god oh god, oh my fucking-” I swallow the last of the curses and rub my pussy over your hard cock until you beg for me to fuck you. “Please, please. I need it. I need to cum.”
“Do you?” You throb under me, mouth working soundlessly as you try to sort between anger and need and nearly sob out the answering yes. “I want you to see stars when you cum.” I slide down your cock, and I sink you deep. My voice coaxing, “I know you can last. Just a little longer. My pussy is so good, but your will is strong, isn’t it?” You whimper and I run my hands over my covered tits and pull them out. “And if I squeeze you while I ride? Pulsing and clenching?” You pant and your eyes nearly roll back in your head. I smile down at you, coy and teasing. Holding my tits and bouncing. Tightening before pulling up each time. “You can’t cum. You can’t cum until I say so. Yeah?” You grunt with every greedy hip rock. But if you thought that was torture… it is when I stop playing. Planting my hands. Eyes narrowed on yours. And tell you, “Cum while I fuck you like a rutting bunny. Fast friction. Hips a blur. Give it to me. Give me that cum. Every drop. I’m not stopping. Fucking you through and past your orgasm.” Lost. You are lost under me. Eyes closed, your jaw tight as you grunt and groan and cream my insides with your release.
I cum as you pulse in me, my hands on your chest and I lick my lips as you come back to the room at large, blinking slow and languid. I look over at your lovely wife, “He’s mine now. Come clean me up, Angel. Share the taste of us with him.” I settle in beside you, my thighs wide and crook my finger at her. She hurries onto the bed and hungrily laps at my pussy. The way you look at her, servicing my snatch. Lapping and swallowing cum I pulled from you, makes me moan and grip my breasts, pinching my nipple while she cleans me out, attentive and thorough. Only incidentally tonguing my clit and then I grip her hair and sit up, pulling her into me and kissing her hard before shoving her face back in my crotch, “Suck my clit. Suck my clit and make me cum. Make me cum, Angel. Then go kiss your husband. That’s it. That’s my good girl, I-” my head falls back and pant and moan my release keeping her there, locked to my pussy, aftershocks making my thighs shake. “Such a good girl. She made me cum harder than you…” I murmur as I release her and watch her lean over you, sharing a cum kiss. I stretch, almost lazy, and while you moan into each others mouths, making out, I slide on my strap on harness panties and settle the dildo in. I play with it a little, spreading a bit of lube and stroking it. I bounce it slightly before I caress her hair from the side of the bed and tug her back.
“Good girl. Now come to me. Right here.” I pat the bed beside you, and after releasing her stroke the strap on and look at her. “I think you are next, darlin’. Are you next?” She fairly exhales her yes and you groan.
“Gonna fucking kill me.” You tug slightly on the straps and blow out a breath.
“On your back, babygirl. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“You want me to fuck you with this pretty purple strap on right here next to bound husband dearest?”
“Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.” She hisses out and holds her arms out to me, beckoning.
“I’m going to fuck you, Angel. You are gonna cum on this fake cock instead of your husband’s. That was my privilege tonight.” Her eyes close and I rub my tits along hers as I mount her and lick my way into her mouth. “Gonna cum on my girlcock until you can’t any more or he’s ready for me to milk again.”
Her hips entreat mine, rubbing the toy along her slit while her tongue begs mine for me to give it to her. She’s a good girl, she’s always so good, and I murmur that as I slide inside her and stroke her needy hole. Her eyes are open on mine, a warm chocolate and I melt slightly into her, my right hand sliding under her hip to angle her and I start to thrust, each rocking motion rubbing the thick bulbous silicon along her gspot. “Good, good, good, Angel.” At this moment your groans aren’t reaching my ears over her gasping cries and I slowly work her up, ducking my head to suckle at her dusky nipple. She’s beyond excited, the whole show and having to just watch patiently making her easy to coax over her first orgasm. I bite her nipple gently and hold it tight, slowly turning it plump, flush, and puffy as her hips dance on the toy under me and her head thrashes. Before she can settle into the mattress I slide my hand from under her thigh to wrap her leg around my hip and plant both hands next to her head, tugging up on her captured nipple… and take her. Pounding. Merciless. The nipple pulled taut, her face screwed up in pleasure-pain. The sounds she makes… the sounds… they drive me mad. I don’t want to stop. I want her half gasp, high pitched, beautiful cries lodged in my ears. I take her. Right there next to you on your bed. You watch her fall apart under my rapt attention and as she cums again I release her nipple and her whole chest clears the mattress.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Beautiful, beautiful Angel.”
“Jesus Christ.” Your voice is raw, and my hips slow, moving still but easing her and I press a gentle kiss to her abused nipple before looking at you. My eyes are fierce, there’s a sheen of sweat on my face and a near crazed glow staring through you. I look down at her, starting to slowly rock back up to me again, wanting more. Needing more. I nab her bottom lip in my teeth then smile down at her as I start again.
“Your pussy is so creamy, babygirl. Cumming for me like that. I need you to do it again. Coat this toy well, Angel.” She moans and nods, her hands sliding along my back, caressing my ass. “Coat it well, honey, because hubby is hard again.” She lowers her gaze and sees your stiff ruddy cock waiting impatiently. “He’s hard again and I’m going to fuck his ass with you as lube.” Both of you groan and her right hand goes up to grip your arm. Hanging on, nails dug in as I fuck her.
“He is mine, now, after all. So it’s only right that I get his virgin ass, yeah?” She leans up and kisses me desperately, her hips meeting mine, a wet slapping sound as we meet again and again.
“Yes… oh yes. As you please…” she bites her lip, her legs tightening around me.
“You want to watch me fuck his ass, sweet thing? Watch his cock bob? Useless and hard?” Her eyes are pleasure blind on mine and I rock faster, riding her pussy. I lean on my left elbow and slip my fingers between us. “Cum, cum with me baby girl…” the hand puts pressure on both our clits as I hump down into her and we moan into each other, you make a noise but it fades out of focus almost immediately as we build each other up and crest. I half collapse on her, both our hips slowing but still rocking. “That’s it. Fucking. Good. Girl.” I nuzzle her tits, kiss between them.
I stand and stretch. Slowly I move and release the straps holding down your ankles. “Check his wrists for me, Angel. Make sure circulation is still good.” I settle between your legs, pulling up hard, exposing your asshole, your back rounded up to make it an offering. She carefully checks, then notices she scratched the shit out of your arm.
“It’s okay, my love.” You soothe her, and exchange a look to let her know you are fine and don’t need to stop. I pump your cock gently before letting it fall back to your navel with a slightly wet thwap.
“Angel, right there next to his face I want you to sit with your legs open. Let him see the pussy I just ravaged.” She grins at me before complying and your eyes narrow at more teasing. “No touching him, just make him look for now. Let him smell that soaked pussy. All that cum. She’s gonna be easing my way into you.”
I slide my strap on covered in your wife’s pussy juices into your tight ass. Your helpless, bound ass. Your cock jumps as I slide past the first ring, a wince on your face smoothing as I sink… and sink… and then… you moan. There it is. I tilt the strap on a little, sliding out slightly and back. Grazing and stroking your prostate. “Pet your sweet pussy, Angel. No cumming, edging only, but pet it while he watches.” You look at me, eyes hard, almost mutinous and I smile as I draw out… and pound in once.
“Watch her.” Your head turns slowly and your cock rolls around on your navel as you watch her stroke and spread, finger and circle. I slowly fuck your ass, thrusting while holding your thighs open. Vulnerable.
Your moans become more regular, your breathing harsher, your cock twitching and I reach down… and switch on the vibrating bullet. I moan, and start working on my own orgasm while taking your ass.
“Use your mouth on his cock, Angel. Suck his cock while I take this ass. Don’t you dare fucking swallow when he’s close to cumming, though. The cum is mine, babygirl.” Her lips surround your cock before I stop talking and you look down watching her head bob and my tits sway.
“Shit I’m not going to last. I can’t-”
“You can and you will. I’m going to grind out my pleasure using your ass. You’ll last. You’ll last until then.” My voice brooks no argument as I start to build. “I cum. I cum then you cum.” My voice a breathy pant as I look down and hold her head, directing the blow she’s giving you. “Angel. When he cums you’re going to point that thick cock at me and jerk him off onto me.” Her sounds go wetter, her sucking harder. I see that you are fighting to last, it’s all too much and I move faster, chasing my release. “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, cum… CUM” I snarl as I cum and my hips jerk, the rhythm faltering and I watch as her head pops up and her hand glides along your shaft and then I feel it. Warm splashes on my tits, my belly, my arm.
