Theirs (Part 2)

To stay calm, I stared at her breasts.

They were soft and full, welcoming and reassuring. A vulnerable contrast to the rest of her. Her muscles flexed from effort. Her skin glistened with sweat as she worked away at me. An amused smile was locked on her face as she breathed hard.

She saw me staring at her soft breasts and she smiled wider.

“You want to suck one to feel better?”

I nodded. She turned her chest towards me and I collected her nipple in my mouth, sucking it to relax and endure the pain she was inflicting. I was grateful for the comfort.

She moaned and laughed. Knowing the soothing effect her breast was having on me, she increased the pain she was causing with her hand.

He was somewhere else in the house. He had whispered in her ear, pulled his cock from her mouth and walked away to find something.

Which left me with her.

The agreement beforehand had been clear. There would be pleasure. There would be pain. And I could use a safe word. As I got ready to go out to meet them that night I had looked myself in the mirror and told myself I wouldn’t use the safe word. That I would endure anything they did to me. The sense of surrender I promised myself made me calm and happy. I wanted to stay that way, no matter how much they tested me.

But here I was, alone with her. And the safety word was on the tip of my tongue.

Her smile was perfect. It wasn’t just power. It was a real smile. Warm and happy. She stood in front of me, holding one arm across my chest so I didn’t topple over. Her other arm behind me, her hand between my butt cheeks.

Two fingers inside me, dripping with lube, pumping in and out.

“Stay calm. Keep sucking.”

I listened to her soothing words as I sucked. She spread her fingers, straining against the hole. I whimpered and she laughed softly.

“We’re not going to complain. We’re a good boy, aren’t we?”

She tapped my rock hard cock as proof. I murmured in agreement, pushing my face against the softness of her breast for reassurance. She was yet to show any real enthusiasm for my cock. I was almost seven inches. Her husband was nine inches and much thicker than me. I could understand her lack of interest.

She slid her fingers out and pulled her hand away from my backside.

“What a good boy you are.”

I was happy to receive the compliment.

She lifted my face from her breast and kissed my mouth. Her lips were soft and full. She slid her tongue inside, kissing me warmly and softly like an affectionate lover, an amazing contrast to the pain she’d just been inflicting. She took my balls in her hand and held them firmly as she kissed me. I grew nervous of her tight grip but she kept kissing, her tongue exploring my mouth softly. I grew dizzy from the contrast and took a breath. She smiled and chuckled. I was putty in her hands.

“You’re going to do anything we ask, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She kissed me hard, aroused by my answer. She let me go and peeled her body away from me. She walked to the armchair and leaned over it, pulling her nightgown to the side, exposing her round butt cheeks. She arched her back, presenting her arse to me.

“On your knees,” she purred.

I knelt down behind her.

“Worship me.”

It’s hard to describe the thoughts in my head. It wasn’t just a word. Or a kink. It was actual, genuine worship that I felt. Reverence for the beautiful arse she was presenting to me. If I were just one of many men on my knees behind her, I would still be grateful. To be the only one, I felt special.

I leaned forward, my hot face rubbing against the cold skin of her rump. I began kissing her flesh, running my tongue over it. She closed her eyes and a soft laugh escaped her lips. I ran my mouth all over one butt cheek, then crossed to the other, licking and nibbling her down to her thigh.

She gave an evil chuckle.

“More.”

I knew what she wanted. I looked between her butt cheeks at what she was offering. I moved in, my face parting her flesh. I reached the middle. I kissed softly. I licked gently. She moaned deeply. She held my head in place, pushing me against her tight, warm hole. I pushed my tongue as hard as I could, wanting it to go in. Wanting all of me to go in. But she was too tight. My mouth ached from effort, rewarded only by the primal moans escaping her mouth. Her other hand rubbed her clit as I ate her arse as hard as I could.

After a while I realised I had forgotten to breathe. I tried to pull back but her hand kept me in place, smothering me. I lowered my face and sucked in a desperate breath. She heard me and laughed, realising she was suffocating me. She pushed my head back and I toppled backwards to the floor.

She turned and stood over me, giving me a full view between her legs.

“Trouble breathing?”

I nodded.

“That’s a shame,” she cooed.

She walked over my body and stood over my face. I could see the wet lines running off her vulva and down her thighs. I gazed at her pussy, her vagina like a hungry mouth, wanting to feed.

She squatted down over my face, reaching under my head and lifting my face up as she lowered her pussy down onto it. I opened my mouth towards her clit but she wasn’t interested in that yet. She simply rubbed her whole pussy against my face, smothering me in it. Her grip tightened behind my head and she held me firmly between her legs. Again, breathing was an issue. I tilted my head and grabbed a breath. She knew what I was doing and pushed harder, smothering me again.

There was only one way out. I began to flick her with my tongue as fast as I could. She gasped in shock. I kept flicking, making my way up towards her clitoris. The promise of pleasure was too much and she let me into her soft black hair. I latched my mouth onto her clit, my nose now free to breathe. She laughed at me, impressed with my small victory.

She shut her eyes and rode my mouth, grinding her clit against my open mouth as I licked and sucked her. Her hips bucked against my face. She lifted her face upwards, riding the pleasure towards orgasm. She began to moan. She bucked faster.

“Fuck. Fucking yes,” she grunted.

She looked down at me, her eyes glaring with purpose. This was it. She was going to cum. She wasn’t stopping herself this time.

I shut my eyes and focused on her pleasure. Reading her thrusts, her rising wave. I sped up my tongue. She began to lose control, strange noises escaping her mouth. She wasn’t in charge now. Her approaching orgasm was. We were both serving it.

“I’m… going… to… cum,” she gasped.

“Stop,” came a low commanding voice from across the room.

I opened my eyes. She looked across the room, still grinding her clit against my mouth.

“I said stop,” he said.

She pushed my face away and fell awkwardly to the side, trying to get her pussy as far from my mouth as possible. I sucked in breaths, grateful for air. She breathed hard as well, trying to bring her waves of pleasure under control.

He gave us a few moments to calm down. He was still naked. His large cock was hanging. Full, but not hard like before. He looked down at me on the floor, my hands still cuffed behind my back.

“Didn’t hurt you, did she?”

I shook my head, still breathing too hard to speak. He walked forward and stood over me, as if to show me how big his cock was up close. He leaned down and took her face in his hand.

“Naughty girl.”

She laughed, a hot mess.

Suddenly, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy. She gasped in shock from the sudden pleasure. He gripped her pussy with his hand, fingers still inside her. She didn’t move, her mouth locked wide.

“I told you what we were going to do, didn’t I?”

“Yes... Yes,” she stammered.

“And you said you wouldn’t cum until we’d done it.”

“Sorry.”

He pulled his hand away and she collapsed again.

“Good,” he said. “Because I went to a lot of trouble to find this.”

She looked at what he was holding and smiled.

I looked at what he held.

And I realised things were about to get a lot more intense…