Part 5. My cup runneth over (a Joy BDSM story)

I am Joy.

Pearls drop from my nipples. I am an oyster prepared for their degustation. They will shuck me, prize me apart, stir my insides then scoop me up and swallow me whole. I can’t wait.

My husband tells me I must undress this delicious young girl before me. I relish the task. She comes to me, a child stepping on the stage for the first time. A bundle of nerves, lust and wanting, a heady brew.

Stripping away her clothes, I marvel at her beauty. I want her so badly. She takes my nipple ring in her mouth and pulls. It hurts. She is a fast learner, I like it.

Claudette leads me to the window. A wall of glass, it exposes me and reflects me. The view is spectacular but then again, so am I. Spreading my hands wide I lean onto it, it’s like I’m flying. My legs are open, I have assumed the position, I’m ready for my cavity search.

My husband brings out the playthings, I was naughty going behind his back. A little joke for Claudette’s benefit. She chooses her weapon as though she were preparing for a duel. Then running her hands all over me she searches out my week spots. I close my eyes, I like the blow to be a surprise, where will she choose? Claudette drags the paddle against my skin, between my legs, over the curve of my buttocks, up my back, across my cheek and lips, I kiss it. She slaps my breasts, not hard, just enough to make the flesh jiggle. Her next target is the side of my abdomen a little harder. She will smack my bottom next, its deliciously obvious.

Thwack.

An exquisite sound. I felt her growing confidence in that hit. As the sting of my buttocks recedes, I wonder if I heard the paddle slap my flesh or felt the pain first? All the while, Claudette murmurs to me in French, with each strike, she says something beautiful, it is the sexiest spanking I’ve ever received. I am dripping, she drinks from my fountain. She drops the paddle and pushes her fingers into me, two fingers, three, four, twisting and turning. My husband will enjoy this, he likes to see things go into me.

The two of them lead me to the bed and lay me down. Claudette tells me what she has in mind while she takes her bra and knickers off and climbs over me. My husband is removing my heels, I knew he would love them. He will take them and keep them safe and when I’m not there and the mood strikes, he will remember tonight and wank over them, then lick them clean. He likes shiny things. I like to shine for him.

Claudette is above me, stroking me with her heavy breasts, they are more womanly than mine. I love them. She reaches my mouth and I suckle on them, it’s a pity she’s not lactating, I’d suck her dry. I take hold of her nipple between my teeth and stretch it. She exhales deeply when I release her, then flashes me a cheeky smile before she squats on my face.

I see her cunt for the first time. Hot, fleshy, appetising. I lick and suck every part of it, probing her with my tongue. She is quivering, snatched breaths between moans. She comes quickly, releasing fluid into my mouth. She stays on top, demanding I lick her again. She is more animalistic now, grinding herself on my face, riding my tongue as though it were a cock. My husband kisses my cheek and stays to watch the action, he is so close he could join in, but he restrains himself. Claudette roars as she comes again, she is wild. Maybe it’s a French thing. I like it.

My husband is tying me down, Claudette helps. They have plans for me. He brings out Black Beauty his favourite riding crop. He will whip me tenderly. After ever crack he kisses my injured flesh from the guilt he feels. Then he can’t help doing it again, it is compulsive. I like his kisses, but I love his whips more. Claudette is between my legs; she inhales me, her hot breath on my vulva. She eats me enthusiastically, gorging on my cunt, I writhe and flail, but I am bound. My body restrained but my orgasm is not. She doesn’t stop, she is a limpet on my clit, eating me inside out. It builds again, the orgasm is fighting its way out. I cum again, long and hard.

I am gasping, I am spent, but Claudette knows better. She tells my husband what she is going to do, the thing I asked her for two months ago. She is going to push her fist inside me while he watches. He says he would like that very much. Claudette sits on the bed beside me, leans over and kisses me on the lips for the first time this evening. She tells James to get lube, she needs lots. She shows me her hands, she has clipped and filed her nails right down. She has no rings and no nail polish. She tells me she has done a lot of research; I am in safe hands.

I trust her. They are perfect hands; the first time I saw them I knew I had to have them in my belly. They are what started this.

She kneels at the foot of the bed lathering her hand with lube, it is shiny. My husband will be happy, he has a ring side seat, naked, his eager cock bouncing in his lap. I am relaxed and waiting. Claudette talks to me in French again as her first three fingers slide in easily. She works them around my vagina, opening me up. She has her little finger and thumb squeezed together now like a duck face, she is up to her knuckles, twisting and turning, easing in then out repeatedly. The muscles around my vagina resist her, they squeeze her hand tightly, she keeps kneading my fleshy cunt like dough until I let her in. I exhale, the widest part of her hand is through, involuntarily my vaginal muscles contract around her wrist as she drives it into me. She wears me like a glove.

Claudette gently rotates her hand in time with my beating heart. I am Joy and I am undone.

She bites her lip unconsciously but her beautiful olive eyes radiate lust and awe. I am strapped to a hotel room bed, my body offered up to a petite French girl who has her fist in my vagina. In this moment I am complete. I am full, my cup runneth over.

Slowly. Oh, so slowly she withdraws, easing herself from me as delicately as she entered. My insides are turned upside down, my world is turned upside down, I have never experienced something this intense. ‘A fist, a fist, my Kingdom for a fist.’ Who’d have thought?

Claudette unstraps my ankles and then moves to my wrists. Once I am free, she lies down and hugs me tenderly, pressing her beautiful body against mine. We kiss passionately. James comes over and sits next to us, he tells us we were amazing. His voice is resigned but his cock is not, it twitches eagerly. Claudette tells him she hasn’t forgotten him. She whispers in my ear; I like what I hear.

Carefully she helps me move to the end of the bed. I kneel with my arse in the air, my shoulders pressed against the bed. My vagina is covered in lube, Claudette wipes it over my bottom cheeks making them glisten, she works lube into my anus. I am ready for him. Claudette beckons him over, and asks ‘may I’ as she reaches over and takes him in her hand, she rubs the lube up and down his shaft. He is primed. She guides his missile into my silo, pressing his glans into my sphincter until I absorb him. She tells him this is a hands free experience; she will take care of both of us. It’s her Birthday gift.

Claudette stands behind my husband and presses her body against his. Her breasts squash seductively against his back, the tuft of pubic hair on her mound rubs against his arse as she grinds into him. His length plunges into my bowel, its gloriously tight. Claudette tells him to stay exactly where he is. She kneels on the floor at his feet and reaches her hand between his legs to my vagina. Once again, she pushes her fist into me, she is taking care but there is no need. I am loose and she enters me easily. I feel her hand twisting inside me, her knuckles and fingers stroke my organs, she is searching for something.

Her fingers feel him through my rectum wall. She starts to stroke him from inside me. Her fingers are stirring me like a cocktail, my husband is shaken and stirred. I hear him moaning, he is bucking inside me. Claudette wanks my husband off inside my rectum with her hand up my cunt. She is a goddess!

We both explode at the same time, screaming with passion. He squirts into me, and I squirt down Claudette’s arm, it is an aching orgasm, deep and heartfelt. He pulls out of my anus with a plopping sound, Claudette withdraws gently. I collapse.

My name is Joy, I exist to bring joy to others, but Claudette brings joy to me.