An adult stories – Hubby Spoils Her Rotten Ch. 04 by belted and teased,belted and teased Absent calls for more, this will be the last chapter in this series. It likely will not make much sense if you have not read the previous chapters.
She loomed over us. At 6’2″, she was slightly taller than our 6′. But with the heels she wore, she stared down at our naked forms, causing us to feel like errant children.
“This is very disappointing. I have been very impressed by the relationship you two have with Mrs. Miles. But here you are, doing the exact opposite of what she asked as soon as she was out of sight. Bad, bad boys.”
We had met Daisy Mae LeFleur at a sex club not that long ago. She had put us both through our paces. I had been locked up in a chastity device then, and my best friend David had worn a very thick condom which had made it nearly impossible for him to achieve orgasm.
Currently we were both unrestrained. We were trying not to gawk at her magnificent female form, but that would have taken a level of restraint few men possess. So we both very quickly sported almost painful erections, increasing our embarrassment.
Daisy was somewhat humble about her name, because it did not fit her at all. She was not a domme, but she was definitely dominant. She went by D.M. LeFleur publicly so people would not subconsciously perceive her as a delicate flower.
She eyed our business. I had nothing to be ashamed of in the length and girth department, but David was hung like a horse. Her attention was definitely drawn to him.
“What AM I to do with you? Samantha asked that I stay here in her absence to baby sit. I had planned on us just having a good time, but now you have put me into the position of having to dole out corrective measures.”
Both of us grew even more pensive. The thought of what this experienced Amazon with her musculature, her full breasts and beautiful derrière, her mocha tinted flesh, a captivating smile and devious mind could do to us was exciting and terrifying all at once.
She reached out and took the double Maker’s Mark straight whiskey I had prepared for David from his hand. Sipping it, she spoke, “Mmm that is good. I heard you were supposed to order pizza. How long til it gets here?”
He stammered, “They said thirty minutes, ma’am.”
She regarded the thick leather belt she held in her other hand, then took another sip of whiskey. “I have a punishment in mind for you two. But we’ll save that til after we eat. But, we have to occupy our time while we wait for the pizza.”
She indicated the heavy dining room table. “Move the chairs out of the way, then both of you bend over the table. That’s right, grab the opposite side of the table and hold tight.”
We could not see it now, but Daisy took a bigger drink of the whiskey and smiled. “Such pretty pale butts. Lets add some color to them. The beatings will continue until dinner gets here. Maybe they’ll hit traffic and be late…”
Laying flat on the table directly next to David, my ass exposed and vulnerable, I heard the whoosh of the leather belt in the air and cringed in anticipation. Instead of feeling an impact, I heard the loud thwack of the belt striking David’s backside and heard a “ungh.”
I steeled myself, figuring my turn was next. I heard the whoosh again… and heard the impact on David again. This happened five more times. Against my better judgment, I began to relax.
That was a mistake. Almost as soon as I let my grip loosen on the edge of the table, I heard the whoosh and felt an incredibly intense pain across my ass. Fuck! She had an arm on her!
She alternated with no particular pattern, heightening our anticipation and keeping the tension high.
Finally the doorbell rang. She gave us each two more blows with the belt apiece. “Okay, boys, answer the door and get our pizza.”
We both stood and reached for our shorts.
“Uh-uh. As you are.”
Shit.
David had ordered five pizzas, with the intent that we would not have to cook for a couple days.
Daisy opened the door for the delivery person, so they would know we were following orders and were not just perverts seeking a cheap thrill.
I was already embarrassed. When we stood before the very pretty twenty something female delivery person I flushed bright red.
So did she. Her eyes grew wide as she instinctively looked down at our manhoods.
That is part of why I was so embarrassed. She was obviously very impressed with David’s huge flaccid slab of meat hanging heavily between his thighs.
But the beating had affected me differently than it had my friend. I stood before her with a remarkably turgid cock pointing straight up at her, pre-cum leaking from its tip. I could not help it. As she stared at David’s cock, her nipples hardened noticeably, and my cock throbbed and jumped, drawing her attention.
The young woman stammered something about us having paid on the app and handed us the pizza boxes. We both carried them to the kitchen as Daisy chatted with the girl.
After a moment, Daisy called after us, “Morgan, bring Janet a tip, please! Cash, not the tip of your pecker!”
I got into my wallet and took out three hundred dollar bills. I figured she deserved it.
She stammered a thank you as I handed her the money. She was staring again at David’s cock.
Daisy asked, “Never seen one that big before?”
Janet shook her head in the negative.
Daisy smiled at her. “Well, if you would like to take it for a test drive, come back by after your shift.”
Janet flushed. “Oh, I couldn’t… could I?”
“Of course. He is single, and both of them are mine for the time being. Before you go, give me your opinion. Which ass is redder?”
She motioned for us to turn around. I heard the girl gasp. “I, uh, guess the smaller one.”
Daisy chuckled. “They are both pretty much the same build. Do you mean the smaller penis?”
“Uh-huh… sorry mister.”
We ate our dinner with casual conversation, not talking about sex or about work. David and I both stood while we ate, not wanting to sit on our sore bottoms.
When we had finished and put the leftovers away, Daisy spoke pleasantly, “Alrighty then. Time for your punishment for being such incorrigible boys. Stand facing each other, with your legs spread.”
We looked at each other and I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. That beating was not a punishment?
As if reading our minds, she smiled patiently, “No, boys. Your spanking was just to pass the time.”
I watched as she produced a long strand of white cord. I recognized it as the same type which had been used to bind David’s testicles at the club. Which is what she did now. She pulled his testicles down away from his penis, then wrapped the cord around the space between, forcing them to stay separated. Then she wrapped the cord around the base of his cock behind his balls several times, stretching his package away from his body. Everything was drawn tight. She ran the cord down through the other bindings, so he had a “tail” between his legs.
I became even more pensive as she turned and used the free end of the cord to do the same thing to me. I groaned as my junk was drawn tight. It squeezed my balls and my cock tightly. Surprisingly, it was quite comfortable.
My friend and I were now bound together by our manhoods, connected by about ten foot of cord. She picked up the cord, “Follow me.”
She led us out into the back yard. There were posts which supported the awning over the patio which were secured very well in concrete. She guided David around the left side of a post, and me around the right side.
“On your hands and knees next to each other.”
Now we knelt next to each other, naked on the grass. stretching behind us was the cord, which was strung around the post.
Daisy moved a chaise lounge out onto the grass about ten feet in front of us and lay upon it’s cushion. She spread her legs.
“The boy who manages to reach my pussy and give me an orgasm gets to fuck me every-time I ask all week. The loser of the game of tug of war, will not have me, and will serve the lovers. You are not allowed to go back around the post; you may not use your hands.”
It sank in that to win, we would have to drag our best friend by their balls against their will, while putting all that pressure on our own cock and balls also. The only way to reach her was to drag the other person away from her.
Diabolical.
After some of our previous “adventures” a week without sex did not impress us much. However… a week of loving this incredibly sensuous woman did impress us. In addition we had learned that one week of celibacy could easily turn into many more.
So we both lunged toward her, hoping to catch the other off-guard. That only resulted in sudden pressure for both of us and shocked groans.
Now a delicately balanced competition began. Neither of us wanted to cause the other real pain, or to rip our friend’s balls off in castration… but we both wanted to win.
So we slowly dragged each other back and forth.
The way she had bound us, I could feel the tug on my entire package, not just my balls. Which was fortunate. Both of our manhoods were pulled down and back behind us. I wondered if David had an advantage due to his thicker root.
But in the end, after much effort and strain, it turned out I had more incentive.
Daisy began to play her fingers over her sex, masturbating. Her bud was soon covered in her fluids. She was stroking herself lackadaisically, not intending to finish herself.
But the result was us seeing her moist sex, smelling the scent of her arousal. Which also reminded me of her delicious taste… I could taste her because unlike David, I had done so at the club. And I craved experiencing her again.
With a burst of passion, I dragged David across the grass until I found myself between her thighs, delving my mouth onto her.
She sighed with happy relief as I began tonguing her.
David tried to pull me away, but I latched my arms around her hips and interlocked my fingers over her abdomen. If he were to succeed, he would have to drag both of us by his shaft, and I would still be eating my favorite meal.
Realizing this, he relented, and lay exhausted on the lawn, trying to loosen the slack to give us both some much needed relief. I had won!
For the next half hour, I suckled her labia, darted my tongue inside her canal, and lavished love on her clit so that she experienced several orgasms. She was not a vocal lover, but her relief was apparent with satisfied moans and her fingers clasped in my hair.
By the time she pushed me away, my cock was dripping pre-cum. I was very much ready to take my prize and fuck her.
She saw the anticipation in my eyes and laughed softly. “If I take you now, you will just make a gooey mess without doing anything for me. No, sweetie, you’ll have to relieve that pressure before I take you.”
By the tone and manner of the way she made the statement, it was apparent she did not mean to take me on, rather she implied she would TAKE me. She would always be in charge.
“Come back in the house, boys. Time for the next phase of your torment.”
More??
She picked up the slack in the cord which still connected us, and guided us by our genitals to the living room.
I watched as she directed David to face away from us, and to stand with his feet shoulder width apart. She still held the white cord which disappeared between his thighs, still securely wrapped around his balls and part of his shaft.
Without warning, she briskly yanked the cord upwards between his ass cheeks, pulling his erect cock into a position where it pointed straight down at the ground between his legs.
“Unghh!” David groaned in surprise.
She then deftly wrapped it three times around his neck. It was not tight, but was firm enough that it kept his cock pointed downward; if he tried to bend at all, he would put more pressure on his junk and strangle himself.
She twirled her finger, signaling me to turn around. Shit. I knew what was coming and braced myself.
I too groaned as I felt her yank on the cord hard, pulling my erection straight down. Then I felt the cord between my cheeks and felt her wrap it around my throat.
She guided us to stand back-to-back, then wrapped the remainder of the cord around our necks so that we were secured together.
I thought that was bad, but she was not finished. She produced another, shorter length of white cord.
Back to back, buttocks to buttocks, and, with our cocks both in the same position, nearly shaft to shaft.
Apparently, that was not enough. I felt her press our penises together, our testicles squeezed together… then she wrapped the cord around the roots of our manhoods behind our balls, then partway up our shafts.
Now we were secured together by our necks and our genitals. David’s shaft was much longer than mine, so that the head of my cock pressed mid-length against his shaft.
We could feel this, but of course could not see it.
It was uncomfortable on many levels.
First, of course, our genitals were not placed on our bodies for the binding. Both of us were pressing our buttocks firmly against each other in a subconscious effort to relieve the pressure on our respective genitals. But neither wanted to be so close to the other male.
We could not press too hard, because that tended to make our heads move apart, putting pressure on our throats.
In addition to the physical discomfort, was the psychological. Neither of us was attracted to males. I had been very close to David’s prodigious penis before while I was tonguing my wife’s bud as he was fucking her. But that had been incidental and I was focused on Samantha. Now our shafts were as close as they could be. Ick. At least she had not bound us face to face.
Of course, it got worse. Daisy did not do this without a purpose.
I heard David moan in pleasure. Was she kissing him? Playing with his nipples? Manipulating the other side of his cock? Or its head?
David sighed and moaned. I could hear the sound of her kisses on his body.
I felt his cock flex and throb against mine. It tried desperately to straighten out in front of him, which had the inevitable effect of pulling mine further back between my legs.
Now we both groaned. Him in pleasure, me in discomfort.
Then she stopped whatever she had been doing and walked around in front of me.
She knelt down and began kissing me. Her plush lips and passion delivered glorious kisses. Our tongues danced with each other. She twisted my nipples while continuing to kiss me. Now it was my cock trying to straighten and pulling David’s along with it.
She used her other hand to reach down and begin squeezing and stroking the very sensitive head of my cock while continuing to kiss me and play with my nipples.
It was all too much. I knew I was going to cum. My shaft throbbed against David’s… I could feel my cock head flaring… the cum was roiling up within my compressed testicles.
I groaned “Noooo…” It was soft, plaintive, and not entirely convincing. I NEEDED to cum… but I did not want to cum like this, pulsing against another cock, probably soaking David’s manhood in my semen since he was so much longer than me.
All of my muscles were tensed up, and I whispered, “Oh gawd…”
I felt the orgasm approach, there was nothing I could do about it.
In my ecstatic haze, I thought I heard the doorbell ring.
Suddenly Daisy stopped kissing and fondling me and pulled away.
“Saved by the bell!” She giggled. And then she was gone.
I had never been edged so closely to the end without relief in my life. My entire body shook and against my will I flexed my buttocks, trying to cause relief which would not come.
David whispered through gritted teeth, “Dude, for fuck’s sake be still before you choke us both out…”
I tried. It took awhile, but finally I came down off the cliff.
We could hear Daisy talking to someone at the front door. Then footsteps. Then Daisy and the pizza girl, Janet, stood regarding us and our predicament.
Janet’s eyes were big as saucers. She stared at our faces, then at our manhoods bound together. Being bound together apparently made our size difference that much more obvious. Mine was not small, but compared to David’s, it appeared to be.
Janet’s voice squeaked, “OMG it’s huge.”
Daisy asked, “I take it you have never had one that size before?”
The much smaller woman hesitated, “I, uh, never had one the size of the smaller guy before… but you said I could let one of them have me, and I really want to…”
As she removed our bindings slowly, Daisy planned and instructed, “Well, let’s take care of you. Morgan here is an excellent cunnilinguist, so we will have him make sure you are good and ready. Then we will use his smaller dick as a primer penis to get you ready, so the big boy here does not hurt you.”
As she finished, our manhoods stood out in all their turgid glory. It was a relief not to be bound so intimately to my best friend. She directed me to go and retrieve some “no cum condoms” and as I walked away I heard her explain to Janet, “And no more of this thought that you are letting them have you. The person blessed with a vagina is ALWAYS in charge. YOU are taking THEM, using them, not the other way around.”
When I returned, she opened one of the packages and began unrolling the very thick condom down onto my shaft, explaining to our guest, “These are no-cum condoms. It is not that the wearer absolutely cannot orgasm with one on, but they are so thick that it is highly unlikely. Peewee here has a hair trigger, and we don’t want him making a mess in you before you get to the main event.”
I held my tongue. I knew she was intentionally exaggerating things for some small penis humiliation. I was not a “peewee” size, and I normally had respectable stamina. She was correct that I would probably pop off very easily right now, though.
The condom was so thick it added an inch to my girth. The head was designed to be even thicker, to improve the stimulation of the wearer’s head.
Daisy asked Janet if she was ready. Getting a nod in the affirmative, she asked, “Would you like one of the boys to help you out of your clothes? Or would you like to do it? You really should join us to experience them fully.”
Without saying anything, Janet hesitantly removed her frumpy work uniform, which hid most of her charms. As her top came off, it became apparent why I had been able to see her erect nipples through her top earlier. She wore no bra. She did not need one. Her breasts were not large, but they were pert and well-shaped, topped with magnificently puffy areola and eraser sized nipples. I craved to suckle them. Daisy caught me staring and chuckled.
Her khakis came off to reveal her small yet well shaped butt. She was petite and made one think of a pixie. She had a light down of blonde pubic hair above her small genitals.
Daisy spoke, “Oh my, Tinker bell. You are truly brave trying to take on David. Have a seat so Morgan can go down on you. You are going to like it.”
Janet sat in the middle of the couch and let her legs fall open, providing access to her sex. Daisy nodded for me to go to work.
I leaned down and took one of those beautifully puffy nipples into my mouth. Janet sighed contentedly. It felt amazing in my mouth, spongy and soft. I had just begun to tongue it when Daisy clasped her fingers in my hair and pulled me away from it.
“You are enjoying that too much. Your job is elsewhere, pussy boy.” She guided my head downward. Now I was on my knees between Janet’s thighs. I HAD wanted to sample those breasts more, but I was not unhappy.
Janet pouted a bit. She had been enjoying my attentions… apparently, she was blessed with very sensitive breasts. Daisy intuited this. She directed David to move behind the couch and lean over to focus solely on those gorgeous gams. Janet squealed with delight. She sounded like an anime princess.
I kissed my way up her thighs to her nether lips. They were small and very taut. I traced my tongue to outline them, then sucked each one into my mouth gently. I could cover her entirely with my mouth easily. She sighed in pleasure.
I went to drive my tongue into her. My eyes widened and I glanced up at Daisy.
She assumed the reason for my surprise. “Miss Janet, can I ask how old you are?”
“Twe-twenty-five…ohhhh…”
“Are you a virgin, girl?”
“Ohhhh… nooooo… just not done this much…”
Daisy nodded to me. I drove my tongue firmly into the tightest snatch I had ever experienced.
“Ohgodfuckyes!!” She lifted her hips and pressed against me.
I drove my tongue into her several times, fucking her with it. She continued bucking back against me and moaning.
She was as soaked as she could get. I decided it was time to go for the gold. Holding her hips in my hands, I softened and flattened my tongue and began bathing her clitoris and clitoral hood with it.
“Oooohhhhh…” She sighed in surprised pleasure as her head lolled from side to side.
I continued this gentle, loving manipulation for a good long time. I wanted her to be ready. When she instinctively began thrusting herself against my mouth, I took it as a sign.
I pointed my tongue and conducted an all out assault on her clit. Back and forth, up and down, swirling around it.
Janet screamed. Tantric screams, fucking my face thoughtlessly, she clutched her fingers into my hair and forced me against her sex. She continued crying out as wave after wave of orgasms coursed through her.
I did not relent. She needed this if she were going handle what was to come. While she was distracted by her ecstasy, I inserted two fingers gently into her. I curled them and began making come hither motions against her G-spot.
“Ooohgawwwdfuckaaaaauuuggghhhh!!!”
She thought she was experiencing the most intense orgasms she could ever experience BEFORE I attacked her G-spot. I had just multiplied that intensity ten-fold.
Several minutes later, she was spent. There were many women who would have called it quits at this point. But Janet had a goal.
Daisy asked if she still wanted to experience David. Unable to speak, she nodded.
Daisy directed me to lay on my back on the floor. She held up a palm as if speaking to a dog, “Stay.”
Daisy returned to Janet. “Sweetie, if, and I think it is a big if, you want to have David’s monster, you need to use tiny here to open you up some first. He will remain completely still, and you can take your time. If you can handle him, then you can have David. Okay?”
Damnit. I am not tiny!
Daisy held out a hand which Janet took. She stood on trembling legs. Then she moved slowly above me. With Daisy’s help, she lowered herself so that her sex was directly above mine.
She took a minute to prepare herself. Then she lowered herself onto me. Remember Daisy had forced me to wear one of the very thick “no cum condoms” so my sensitivity was severely limited. Still, when she forced me into her, seemingly with great effort, I was almost thankful. I could tell she was not a virgin because no hymen was broken. But holy hell she was tight! I would have cum already if I were bareback.
She squeaked liked an Anime character for nearly fifteen minutes as she slowly worked me into her.
“You are sooo big… Oh my, oh my…”
Finally she sat with me fully impaled within her. Daisy told her to stay that way and to gyrate on me to loosen herself up for David. No, sweetie, we don’t want Morgan to cum… this is all about you.
When she was comfortable, she was told to fuck me for awhile until it was easy. No, don’t worry about him. He is only here as a human dildo for your use. You have GOT to recognize men for what they are, sweetie.
When she was sliding herself up and down quite easily on my manhood, Daisy told her I had fulfilled my purpose. It was time for a real cock.
I knew she was just teasing me with SPH, but damnit this was embarrassing.
“David, carry pizza girl to a bedroom. She deserves to enjoy her first real cock lovingly in a bed, not on the living room floor.”
I followed Daisy as she followed the lovers to bed. David lay Janet carefully onto the bed, her little buttocks right on the edge.
David stood next to the bed, placing the head of his massive phallus at the opening to her tiny vagina. She had been broadened markedly by my tongue, fingers, and finally my cock. But he still appeared impossibly huge at her vaginal entrance. How could he enter her without splitting her body in to?
The lovers were on one side of the bed. Daisy knelt over the end of the bed, her big, bodacious, delectable ass beckoning me. She looked back at me.
“Fuck me, beautiful, while I watch.”
I still had the no-cum condom on. How could this devious woman make me feel so good… she wanted my cock… while deflating me so, it was virtually impossible for me to cum… and she knew it.
Daisy has a nice tight body, but of course nothing like little Janet. I entered her easily… she was definitely aroused… and soon had impaled myself within her fully.
“Stop. I want to feel you filling me without moving until he manages to fill her… you feel sooo good…”
This made my heart soar.
David moved his huge cock head up and down Janet’s small slit, slathering it with her juices. As his member caressed her clit she moaned in anticipation… and perhaps fear.
Daisy sighed, grinding herself on me, “Ohhh, damn. Stay buried inside me so I can pretend its his real cock in me, so I can imagine how little Janet feels…”
And deflated again.
David placed his bulbous head at the entrance to her sheath and pushed gently. Her lips kissed the head of his cock, but her body was not opening up to him. He pressed again, then stopped. “I do not want to hurt you…”
Janet whined, “But I want it…”
He tried again, gently. Still nothing.
Janet pouted her lips. Then she took in a deep breath as she wrapped her legs around David’s butt to the extent she could.
She sucked in another breath and quickly used all the force she could to close her legs and push her sex against him.
“OHGAWWWWWAAACCCHHH!!”
He was in. It seemed impossible, but she had forced herself onto his manhood. It was like seeing a 6″ diameter bolt forced into a 2″ diameter nut. It was difficult to comprehend.
Janet was taking quick, short breaths like a lamaze exercise. She was twisting herself on his shaft and pressing forward and back. Then suddenly she used her legs to force him into her again. She screamed in pleasure-pain again.
David’s eyes were wide. He was afraid to move.
Daisy continued to rotate on my cock while reminding me not to fucking move.
Janet spoke in a voice which was an uncanny mixture of Anime princess and Exorcist demon, “I AM taking your DICK, you gorgeous motherfucker…”
She had managed about a quarter of it. Realizing it was going to happen, David withdrew almost entirely, then slowly pushed into her again. He was finding that since she had forced him inside, he did not feel like he was violating her. She was incredibly tight, but he was less concerned about maiming her. He had repeated this action several times, opening her up, when she took matters into her own hands again.
She again wrapped her legs around him, and since he was somewhat closer to her, was able to achieve more leverage. Again she squeezed him to her and screamed… halfway.
They repeated this process of him stroking tenderly to open her up, and her using force to mount his shaft. Eventually, beyond all reason, his entire phallus was buried, her labia smashed against his body.
Daisy whispered to herself, “Brave little bitch.”
David practically begged her, “Please… you did it… just wait for a couple minutes to let yourself adjust to me. Then we can really love each other.”
Love. Not fuck. Not screw. Not “I’ll pound your little pussy.” LOVE. The demonic determination went away and the Anime princess took over again. Her big eyes welled up and she whispered, “Okay, sir.”
But she continued rotating herself upon him, enjoying being one with such an incredible force while trying to accommodate him.
Finally she managed to convince David she was ready. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew until his cock was once again just barely within her. Then he carefully plunged back into her until he was completely enveloped. Eventually he was convinced she was ready.
He began to rhythmically plunge into her over and over and over again.
She was screaming again. But this time her screams were quite obviously orgasmic. Intensely and repeatedly orgasmic.
Daisy wriggled her big, bodacious, beautiful ass against me. “Fuck me. Tear me the fuck up, damnit.”
I began making love to her, rhythmically sliding into her. I wished I could feel her better. She looked over her shoulder, “FUCK me. HARD.”
I began hammering away as hard as I could, my body “thwacking” against that glorious ass repeatedly.
Both women were shuddering through multiple orgasms, crying out almost in chorus.
After a good long time, David growled, “Ma’am, I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to pull out?”
“Oh, please… please… no… give it to me, please…”
He plunged fully into her and they both quivered and shook as he filled her with his seed.
We were all trembling now. But mine was from need, not from release.
When he had recovered, David began to move down her body to perform a service we had both become accustomed to. But Janet stopped him.
“Thank you… but I want to see the look in my girlfriend’s eyes when she goes down on me and realizes I am chock full of nut, and that you tore it up. I gotta go!”
Wow. I did not see that coming.
Nor did I get to see myself cumming. Daisy hopped up at the same time Janet did, giving her a hug as she donned her pizza delivery uniform.
The next week was telling about how the next two months would go. Daisy was true to her word; while she would utilize both of us for cunnilingus, only I was allowed penetrative love-making. However, each time, she would have me don a no-cum condom. After three days and increasing frustration, I finally asked, although hesitantly.
Daisy’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, didn’t I? Mrs. Miles said I should fuck you silly, but that she wanted your orgasms saved for her.”
David, feeling the denial himself, asked, “So we don’t get to cum for two months?”
“Oh, baby, you’re single. After this week, you can cum all you want. But not married Morgan.”
She pushed me backwards onto the bed, rolled a new condom down onto me, and smiled. “This is perfect. I don’t often fellate men, but I do need to stay in practice. I can keep in shape without getting your nasty spunk in my mouth.”
For the next forty-five minutes she casually alternated between lashing and twirling her tongue around my desensitized head and deep throating me. I could feel it, and it felt wonderful, but never quite enough for me to finish.
Satisfied she had tormented me and practiced sufficiently, she knelt up and kissed me, “Make love to me now, beautiful… I really need to cum now… make me cum?”
I got behind her and entered her easily from behind. “Take me slow for a while, sweetie.”
Then she motioned for David to kneel in front of her. She utilized the warmup and practice she had obtained from fellating me to give him a long, slow, loving blow job.
Several times she stopped long enough to clamp down tightly upon my shaft while growling through orgasms.
Finally, she decided to finish him. She deep throated him and then began fucking herself upon him until he roared and came down her gulping throat.
She pushed herself back against me violently, sharing his orgasm with him.
When she was done, she rolled over while keeping me impaled within her, laying on her back. She smiled at me, licked her lips and said, “Yum… I love cum… so delicious. Fuck me some more, beautiful.”
The next two months went much like this. Except after my week as her solitary fornicator, David and I both made love to her. David bareback, me always with a thick condom. She went to great lengths to tease me.
“Your wife wants you wound as tight as possible by the time she gets home, because she wants you in a blind fury to ravage her. If it makes you feel any better, she is denying herself also. I’d love to watch her rape you when she gets home, beautiful.”
Daisy took over Samantha’s place in the center of “our” bed, declaring it to be HER bed until the lady of the house returned. She was definitely in charge. She felt wonderful when we would spoon. Not better than Sam, just different.
Work life was another interesting aspect. When she had first come to work for my company, Daisy Mae promised she would never compromise me at work. She kept her promise. So it was odd being “Mr. Miles” at work, entirely professional, then arriving home, stripping off our clothes to be completely under her thumb. And usually under her incredible womanhood.
After I had tongued her to a particularly powerful orgasm one afternoon as soon as we got home, I felt empowered to ask her about it.
“You are such a sensuous, sexual entity. How do you change so completely at work? People think you are frigid, or asexual. I cannot get so much as a wink or a smile out of you…”
She fixed me with an icy glare which sent chills up my spine. Then in a heartbeat she switched to a heartfelt smile which evoked genuine love.
Women. We men are amateurs.
“I promised you I would protect you at work. Not just physically, but your reputation. Which we both know effects your financial well-being, and that of your employees, including little ol’ me.”
I was still laying with my head between her thighs, looking up at her. She caressed my face and head tenderly. I felt loved.
“Being a humble person, you do not see how important you are, you do not see how much every little thing is noticed by the women in your employ. If I gave the slightest hint of affection towards you, the rumor that I was having your baby would spread like wildfire…”
She tapped my nose lightly, “And along those lines, you have GOT to learn to control yourself, beautiful. I know you do not realize it, but when you look at me, any woman can tell you want to motorboat my tits, or stick your face in my crotch. AND… there are a certain number of them who have intuited the fact you already have and are just craving me because you want to again. So, whether you like it or not, a good part of your company already assumes you like chocolate, and are fucking me on the regular…”
She pressed my face back against her sex, “It would be okay with me if it would not embarrass your wife or affect the livelihood of so many at the company.”
I do not know how well I succeeded. But I tried. She was just so fucking hot. And I DID know how good she tasted. Every-time I saw her at work, I wanted to stick my to tongue in her twat.
I was sitting with her and David watching a movie, all three naked on the couch, when Samantha arrived home a day early. She had been unable to wait.
Without a word, she took my hand, and Daisy’s hand, and dragged us to the master bedroom. David followed along, more interested in whatever was about to happen than the movie.
Samantha kissed me deeply and pushed me backwards onto the bed, “Damn, I missed you, honey. Middle of the bed on your back…”
She turned and whispered something in Daisy’s ear, causing our babysitter to laugh.
As Samantha removed her clothing, Daisy grabbed something from the nightstand, then climbed onto my mouth, facing my midsection so that my view was now her bountiful ass and nothing else.
Then she leaned forward and I felt her sliding one of the no-cum condoms onto my erection.
Sigh. I had been looking forward to this for weeks, becoming increasingly aroused amid the heightened sexual tension. Now not only had the possibility of feeling my hot, horny wife been diminished, so had my sight. At least I could hear, sort of.
I felt Samantha lowering herself onto my throbbing, pulsing shaft. She did not have to work herself down onto me… she was obviously as wound up as I was. One smooth motion and she was fully impaled upon me and grinding herself on me.
It was muffled but I could hear her, “Oh, gawd you feel good, Morgan. I have really missed you… I love you, baby. I cannot wait to cum all over your beautiful dick…”
As she began sliding up and down my suffering phallus, Daisy began grinding her sex against my face. It was obvious if I could not focus enough to service her, she planned to just fuck my face. But I loved licking her glorious pussy. I lashed out at her clit as it passed by.
I felt more pressure on the bed. I could not see it, but I felt David’s feet near me. He was standing beside the girls, and as I pleasured them, they both fellated his huge manhood hungrily.
I should have known she would draw this out. It made sense, really. Had she just come home and jumped my bones as I had been fantasizing about, I would have cum too soon, leaving her unsated. I just hoped she planned to let me feel the glory of her and to take me with her before she was finished. I hoped the plan was not to use me and leave me high and dry.
I was on a psychological sexual overload, if being denied a sensory equivalent.
I did not know what all was going on, but I could tell it was a lot from the sounds everyone was making.
My wife was riding my cock for all she was worth. I could feel her, but never enough for me to reach orgasm. Not that I was not trying. I met her movements by thrusting passionately upwards into her.
Daisy was riding my face, fucking it as if it were a toy. If I became distracted, she would re-focus my attention on her clit. I wanted to touch her and my wife, but she had my arms locked to my sides with her thighs.
Not that I minded looking at her incredible backside and nearly being smothered, but I really wanted to see what else was happening.
What was happening was that the women were sharing David’s cock, both competing to see who could make him cum.
David was fondling Sam’s breasts with one hand, and fondling Daisy’s with the other. He massaged and tweaked their nipples.
Sam had gone without as long as I had, so it was no surprise when I heard nearly frantic cries from her as she surged through waves of orgasms. Well. She had technically kept her promise to fuck the hell out of me as she came.
She set Daisy off, and she was soon bearing down on me softly; I knew what she wanted, and gave it to her, lashing her clit lovingly with my pointed tongue until she groaned and moaned through her orgasms.
When both women came down from their clouds, they held their positions. Samantha sat down on me and remained still; Daisy wriggled herself atop my face. I softly kissed her labia and inner thighs, calming her and awaiting a sign to resume my assault for another round.
Unbeknownst to me, both of them were taking advantage of the break to focus solely on fellating David to completion.
Since he was so well endowed, there was plenty of room for them to share as long as neither got greedy and tried to deep throat him. As it was, David later told me that looking down to see Sam’s mouth on the left side of his shaft, and Daisy’s on the right side, their lips meeting above and below, was quite possibly the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. When they began coordinating their efforts, sliding up and down his shaft in unison and giggling while they did it, I had to wonder what was happening.
Samantha was cupping his balls while they worked. I could hear his groans. They were getting him close.
I wondered why Daisy suddenly slid a finger down to her snatch and slid it inside of herself, into the slippery mess I had made of her. Then it was gone.
I heard David gasp in surprise. Then his moans became more intense. Daisy had lubed up that finger then deftly slid it into his ass and was manipulating his prostate.
I heard him roar his release. Damnit, I wanted that to be me! My cock was throbbing within its feminine sheath.
The girls did not want to make a mess all over the bed and floor, so as they continued working his manhood to get everything out of it they could, they pointed it downward.
I suddenly felt molten hot liquid covering me from my tummy to my chest and throat. Great. I get the pearl necklace.
If you were dropping into our world right here, you would be thinking about what a heartless bitch my wife must be. But if you have been with us from the beginning, you know that as a couple we have had long talks about how much I enjoy tease, denial and torment. And you know I have made it clear to Samantha how much I love her devious mind.
The girls looked into each other’s eyes, their lips still locked together over David’s still pulsing manhood. In that way that only women have, without a word they communicated their thoughts.
Both of them were ready for round two after that amazing scene.
Suddenly, using her military training, Daisy Mae was off of my face and had taken David down like he was a suspect and was sitting on HIS face next to us on the huge bed.
Without the tactical acumen, but just as quickly, Samantha raised up and snatched the thick condom from my erection and tossed it aside. Before I had even acclimated to not having a beautiful mocha bottom on my face, she slid back down onto my shaft.
Oh GOD! She felt so magnificent! I had not felt a woman’s satiny sheath surrounding my bare manhood for months, and now I got to feel my favorite, my loving wife.
I looked up into her eyes, which were bright with humor. “OMG, hubby, you are a mess.”
My face was covered in Daisy’s juices, the rest of me in David’s cum, then my crotch with Sam’s fluids.
My beautiful, loving wife, nevertheless, lay down on top of me and began kissing me passionately. Now we were both a mess.
“I missed you SO much, baby.”
We remained locked in our tongue dancing kiss as she began working my shaft, rotating and pumping herself upon it.
I was utterly shocked that she began crying out into our kiss, shuddering through her orgasms before I did. I was so sexually strung out that it did not seem possible. SHE took ME with HER. I had only hoped the reverse would be true, and I would not leave her unsated.
Daisy had milked me occasionally, so I cannot say I gave her two months of my seed. But I did give her months of pent up energy as my orgasm blasted into her. I would like to say I emitted a masculine roar like David had. But sorry, folks. I screamed like a little girl. It felt as if my entire essence was being forced through the conduit that was my penis into my wife. It was overwhelming.
Our shared orgasms were long and drawn out. I think I actually had multiple orgasms.
When I came back to Earth, I looked up to see Samantha was sitting astride me again, a very satisfied grin on her face. “Isn’t so much better when you have to wait awhile for it?”
All I could do was nod in agreement. The journey to get here may have been long and frustrating, but the orgasms were mind-blowing.
She was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her face was now also covered in Daisy cum because she had been kissing me. Her chest and abdomen were smeared with semen from laying on me. And of course I had just filled her with copious amounts of my seed.
Speaking of which. Rules were rules. She quickly and smoothly slid up my cum-covered body, covering her sex and inner thighs with as much of David’s leavings as she could, and took her seat on my face. Clean up time.
She held my hair in one hand to gently guide me where she wanted me. First licking and sucking her thighs clean, then her labia. Then she placed me at the entrance to my favorite place. I covered her entire sex with my mouth and all of that semen I had deposited flowed out. I had to swallow repeatedly to keep it from overflowing my mouth. I stuck my tongue as deep into her as I could, trying to make sure I got it all.
I began to love on her clit, bathing it with my flattened, soft tongue. Samantha sighed happily and leaned back, a hand resting on my manhood.
When she realized it was already fully turgid again, she squealed giddily and mounted me again. She guided me to roll her over and assume the missionary position atop her.
She giggled, “Fill ‘er up!”
Much to her satisfaction, and mine, it took me much longer to comply with her demand.
Later, after we had all showered, we took Daisy to dinner at her favorite restaurant to thank her for “babysitting” Samantha’s “boys.” She would be going home afterwards, but Sam made sure she understood she had an open invitation if she ever felt a need for our services.
Daisy Mae would occasionally take Samantha up on her offer, and she would occasionally “babysit” again. When David and I would travel for business, if Samantha was not going she would often ask Daisy to personally see to our security detail. This was an entirely unique form of babysitting; she would be responsible for our protection in public and we would be responsible for servicing her in private. As always, she was very inventive in her demands.
We mourned with her when her mother passed away. They were very close, and I was able to lend support since I had lost my father.
Three more years went by, and David proposed to Jasmine. He had always been upfront with Jasmine about our relationship, and she had even “played” with us on occasion. But once married, of course, they wanted their own place to raise a family. They were only about a mile away, so we… um… socialized frequently. This was changed once again when David had his vasectomy reversed. Neither me or Sam were into her being impregnated by someone else, not even my best friend. We still played, but it changed the dynamic quite a bit.
After her mother passed, Daisy began dropping by more frequently. Not necessarily for “servicing” but often because she wanted the company. Samantha and she became even closer.
Being a guy, it was a surprise to me when I came home one day to find them both relaxing on the couch, sipping margaritas. They laughed conspiratorially when I walked in.
Samantha suggested I get a drink for myself and have a seat between them. They had something to tell me.
When I had, they were both grinning like cheshire cats. I looked back and forth between them, “Uh… what?”
Sam laughed, “Sweetheart…”
Daisy grinned, “Sugar baby…”
Samantha asked, “Dear, you remember when David moved in, and it was two guys and one girl, I began sleeping in the middle of the bed, so I could cuddle… or… whichever of my men I wanted?”
I nodded. Sometimes we would both be cuddled with her in the middle on cold nights.
Daisy traced a finger down my chest, “You are moving to the middle of the bed, beautiful.”
My eyes grew wide. Solely responsible for keeping up with two, um, energetic women?
“Does… does that mean I get to be in charge?”
I heard something between snickers and chortles.
Samantha winked at me, “Of course not, silly. Vaginas rule, right? Nope. You have this one opportunity to say no. If you say yes, we switch, two women, one man.”
“Is this going to be a two domme, one sub thing?” They both smiled. I had not actually consented yet, but the way I phrased the question made my decision obvious.
Sam cupped my erection, another tell. “No, my love. Not unless we are playing. It will be like it was with David. We will all have our freedom… you can run off with David on your adventures, do whatever you want. Just two hard and fast rules… no clothes in the house, and of course you cannot say no if one of us NEEDS you, right? That would not be chivalrous…”
I looked at Daisy, who batted her eye lashes at me playfully, affecting a pout.
I looked back to my wife. We all knew the answer. But they needed to hear it.
Me and David had been Samantha’s “men.”
I got on my knees before them, placing one hand on each of their knees, “Will you be my women? May I be your…” I wanted to say man, but Daisy interjected.
“Boy.”
Two women, one boy. Establishing my place in the relationship.
They both said yes, of course.
We had many adventures together, sexual and otherwise. Travels around the world. I was one lucky sonofabitch. Honestly.
The difference in this relationship was that Daisy Mae never left. I essentially have two wives. Which was interesting when we decided to start a family. But we have made it work quite well. I get to wear clothes in the house now!