0 comments/ 90756 views/ 9 favorites In the Chair By: Valmont4221 She smiled down at me. I was sitting in the chair while she stood before me. "You know the rules," she said sternly. I swallowed hard and nodded to her. My mouth was already dry and the words came slowly, as they always did. "Please Mistress, hurt my cock and balls." She grinned. "There is no way for you to stop this once I start. You understand that, right?" I nodded and whispered a quiet "Yes Mistress." She drew my hands behind the chair, where they settled into a pair of steel cuffs, totally immobilizing my arms. Her foot pressed a pedal and the chair tilted back forty five degrees. Two steel tubes were screwed into the sides, where my knees were cuffed and attached. Two small snaps and half the seat disappeared, leaving my cock and balls free and dangling. Knees spread wide, hands tied, totally helpless. First, she placed a set of three steel rings on my cock, which was half it's size compared to when erect. Even so, the rings were a tight squeeze, requiring a little baby oil to position them properly. Next, she took a long piece of wet rawhide leather and began binding my balls, slowly winding it tighter and tighter, until my balls were trapped and swelling. She pulled up a chair beside me, smiling. "For starters, just to get warmed up, I'm going to let you do this one to yourself." She smiled. "I just wouldn't get hard." She held up a pair of her panties and pressed them against my cheek. "They are still wet, can you feel that?" She wiped them over my face, lips and nose. The scent alone was enough to cause my cock to swell, constricted by the rings and leather bondage. She giggled, peeking down at my erection. "Awwww, who's my little panty boy?" she teased. "I am," I whispered breathlessly into the damp panties. The pain in my cock added to my excitement, causing my erection to grow more. The rings trapping the blood in my cock made the erection grow more, adding to the torment. I began to feel the effect of the leather as well, contracting as it dried. "Oh God, it hurts," I cried out. She just smiled and began stuffing the panties in my mouth. I looked at her desperately as she pressed two wide strips of duct tape over my mouth, giggling. "Shhhhhhhhh," she taunted as her fingers began squeezing my bound balls. One fingertip tracing the underside of my cock, stimulating it, causing my erection to swell and throb in its steel prison. She pulled her chair between my spread legs and pondered my situation. Still squeezing and tugging to my balls, she finally picked up a paint stirrer and showed it to me, causing me to frantically shake my head, begging desperately into my gag. She drew it back, holding the end with her fingertip, before letting go, flicking the wooden stick so that it landed right on my left ball, sending a wave of agony through my body. Then one to the right, followed by the left again. Back and forth, the loud smacks causing me to scream, squirm and writhe, to no avail. After a few more slaps, she paused to rub my swollen aching balls. Her tiny, delicate hand wrapped around them, she spoke to me, almost hissing, "I want tears." My look, pleading with my eyes so desperately sent her other hand inside her pants. Her grip grew tighter and tighter, squeezing and stretching my balls as she got more and more turned on. As she was growing closer and closer the pain grew more severe. Finally, just before cumming, she stopped. Her smile grew positively wicked as she showed me a Q-tip and a tube of Icy Hot. She put on a latex glove and began spreading the Icy Hot all over my genitals. There was a tingling at first, followed by a warmth, which began growing and growing until it began to burn. Within 5 minutes, I was holding back tears. She dipped the Q tip in the Icy Hot, placing the tip against my pee hole. Slowly pressing, it slipped inside, coating my urethra as I begged her to stop. Soon the tears began to flow. The agony and the burning was unbearable. Unable to wipe my eyes, I could barely make out a woman next to me, having an incredibly long, intense orgasm. By this time, I was crying my eyes out. She wiped my nose with a Kleenex and then my eyes. I felt her hand brush my hair back, now soaked with sweat. Her latex covered hand returned to my cock, now coated with Icy Hot as she began giving me an hand job, which kept me hard as a rock, while I burned inside and out. After nearly two hours, as the burning subsided, I felt an orgasm rising, getting closer and closer. I wailed, squirming, crying, trying to beg. Just as I was about to release, her hand pulled away, and she laughed. Leaning down she whispered, "Awwww, poor pet. And we are just getting started." In the Chair I do not know how long I have been in the chair. We came home, my Master, my Mistress, and I, from an afternoon in the park and a bit of antiquing, had a simple and wonderful dinner, and I was brought up to the master suite where the chair was waiting, draped in a pure white sheet and decorated with leather straps on the arms and front legs. I hadn’t expected this. I wanted this. I fantasized about this for months. I wanted to be trussed up tighter than a defendant in old Salem and used like a whore, but we had been so busy over the last couple days that the fantasy had slipped from my mind. They undressed me, exposing my freckled flesh and big tits to the humid July air that punished the suite. My Mistress gave me a light, sweet kiss as she tickled my belly and slid my panties past my hips. My Master, standing behind me, pulled my long red hair to one side and kissed my warm neck. I turned my head, looking for his mouth. It was savory and his tongue tickled me with its hundreds of little bumps. He placed a velvet sleep mask over my eyes. They gently walked me backwards and sat me in the chair. The sheet was cool on my bare skin. It was the only cool thing in the room. They lashed my wrists to the arms of the simple padded chair, and my ankles to its chrome legs. Then, they left. I heard them go downstairs, and they have not returned. How long has it been? How long are they going to torture me like this? There are moments when the sultry summer air lulls me into sleep. I wake with a start and I don’t know if I was dozing for seconds or hours. Strange sensations and images from falling into quick dreams obscure reality. There are moments when I think they are in front of me, but they are phantom feelings. Every creak and sound from within and without the house makes my head turn in hope that it is them, standing nearby and waiting to use me at their leisure. I hear creaking on the stairs. Are they are both returning? Is this illusion? How long has it been? It has been long enough that the chair’s white sheet is soaked from my sweat and my juice. I want to call out to them, but I know that such an act might make them leave. They are silence personified. If I say anything, they will disappear. They are here. They are close. They are next to me. This is no illusion. I can feel the heat of their bodies. My body has become a five-foot once-inch antenna for the slightest sign of them. My fingers strain to touch them. My breath quickens. They have encircled me, like wolves watching a deer. I lean forward in the chair, trying to brush my face against them. There is nothing but empty, humid air. Who will strike first? What is going to happen? How long have I been in this chair? Would my Master pinch and twist my nipples, taking care to tweak the solitary ring in my left breast, or would my Mistress slide her sultry tongue between my lips? Would they attack in collusion, or take their turns with me while the other watched? I don’t know which possibility excites me more. Or would they simply leave me in the chair, leaving me to contemplate more naughty thoughts? I dared not ask them. Then, there is a brush of fingers across my jaw. My hair is pulled away from my neck and soft lips, those of my Mistress, kiss the wet spot between my neck and shoulder. I sigh, grateful for the simplest of gestures. The kisses walk across my neck to my spine. Her hands caress my bare shoulders and tickle my arms. Another kiss, this one from my Master, lands on my forehead. His stubbly face brushes my cheek and his fingertips slide down my body to cup one of my breasts in his smooth hand. Then they disappear. They were like ghosts, and I was a prisoner in this haunted, carnal suite. I whimper in protest. My body sways in more attempts to find them. I know they were still there, watching me. They were not far, but with my restraints they may as well have gone back downstairs or even left the house. I could do nothing but wait. Someone sucks on my fingers. I quiver and moan and manage to caress the cheek of my Mistress with my remaining fingers. She kisses them all as my Master begins sucking on my opposite toes. A fiery current shoots up my arm from my fingers, down over my nipple and belly, through my clit, and down to the sole of my foot. It wis too much. I come in thrashing jerks that rock the chair on the carpeted floor. I can hear my Mistress laughing with appreciation. There is a warm mouth on my nipple. I groan under the pleasurable heat, a different sensation from the humid, musky air all around me. There is a cold mouth on my other nipple. It holds an ice cube against my nipple ring, raising goose bumps on my tit. The mouths leave me, but soon return, having switched sides this time. My cold nipple is flashed with heat that almost feels searing. The hot nipple is doused in cool ice that dribbles down to my shaking belly. Someone puts an ice cube on my cunt. I quickly inhale as I jerk back in the chair. My clit is flooded with cold water. My nipples ache in sympathy. My Master’s hot mouth takes place of the cube. His lips clamp onto me like a vise. His hot tongue licks every drop of ice water from my seam. My clit throbs in his mouth. I come again, filling his mouth with something much hotter and sweeter than ice water. My Master sucks my come down his throat, his slippery chin bouncing between my thighs. My breath comes out in hot rasps. My Mistress kisses me, and her mouth is full of ice. I greedily slurp cold water from her mouth to mine. As the ice melts, the kisses become hungry instead of thirsty. I keep my mouth open as she pulls away, hoping something will be shoved inside. She rewards me with a nipple. I suck and lick and nibble with fervor, not knowing how long I will be given this treat. I can hear my Mistress moaning. I can feel the chair shaking as she steadies herself on it. The nipple slips away, but is replaced by the other. I wish I could see her. I wish I could see the smile on her face from my ardent work. I did not realize that my Master was gone until he was pulling my head away from my Mistress’ nipple and rubbing his cock over my lips. My mouth opens with obedience and he slides over my tongue like a sword into a hilt. I want all of him in there. I want to feel his balls on my chin. I want my cheeks to be full of his come, but he wants to tease me. He pulls his cock from my mouth, a long trail of saliva hanging off it until it falls onto my ample tits. He strokes his cock over my face, tracing my jawbone and brushing my cheeks and forehead. I lick at whatever I can reach until he and his cock disappear. I sit in the stillness. I wait. I wonder what will be next. Where they whispering? Was that noise my heartbeat or something they were doing? Would they go back downstairs, and leave me for another hour or more to fall in and out of sleep and awake me when they wanted? I let out an appreciative moan as my feet are untied. I flex them, my ankles cracking. I bend my knees and wiggle my femurs in their sockets. My legs are lifted up and up, grabbed at the ankles by my Master’s hands. Two mouths lick and suck at my pussy, sending me into a thrashing fit. They take turns licking me, getting me even wetter than I was before. The mouths move away, but my Master’s cock jumps in where they left, plunging in with a hard thrust that slaps our thighs together and nearly topples the chair backwards. I scream in joy as he pumps his seven-plus inches inside me. My legs are straight up in the air, reminding me of an Old West burlesque show. I can hear his breathing, slow and controlled yet grunting with effort. His body is iced with sweat. I feel like part of a machine, like the great engine of a train or a steam liner. My Mistress is behind me, biting at my shoulder and squeezing my grapefruit breasts. I search for her mouth, but she keeps it away, moving to my other shoulder, or licking sweat from the back of my neck and the knobs of my spine. My Master slides his cock out of me. The absence makes me yelp in dismay. His cock, slippery with my wetness, slides between my tits. My Mistress wraps them around his wet cock as he fucks me there. My soft pillows jiggle with each thrust. I yearn for him to come on my throat and all over my chest, like an out of control hose. “That looks so good,” my Mistress says. They are the first words spoken to me since I was put in the chair. They are like cool water to one dying of thirst. “Do you want a peek? Do you want to see?” “Yes,” I manage to whisper. Her fingers leave my nipples, immediately replaced by my Master’s strong hands. Her fingers glide over my mouth, and then slowly lift the blindfold, allowing me a dark peek at my Master’s glorious cock slipping back and forth between my slippery tits. I want to scream for him to come on me, but I dare not risk the bawdy request. It may make them tease me more. It may make the blindfold come back down and for them both to disappear again. The blindfold does drop back over my eyes. The cock between my tits slips away, gliding over my belly and teasing my clit enough to make my bottom come off the chair. I feel them pulling away at the straps that secure my arms. They are like children tearing at Christmas presents. My arms struggle to get free, and then pop out of the open restraints. My hands grope for them. One hand finds my Mistress’ belly and races up to her perky breasts like a kinky crab running over a sandy beach. The other, not finding my Master, scratches up my thigh to my cunt. I slide two fingers inside without hesitation. I sigh in relief, a small orgasm rushing through me. I squeeze at my Mistress’ tits and then wrap an arm around her waist, urging her to come close. I do not remove the blindfold. I do not dare. I have come this far. I do not want to be restricted again…for now. I am pulled from the chair. My legs, weak with euphoria, cannot support me, but my Master realizes this. He glides me to the floor on my knees. He kisses me. It is a strong, powerful kiss to remind him that he is in control of me. I clutch at his face and arms, loving the simple feel of him. “You want to make your Mistress happy, don’t you?” His voice…Oh God…His voice makes me melt. “Yes,” I say. “And you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “Then turn around. Stay on your knees, and turn around.” I do. He snuggles up behind me. I can feel his cock between the cheeks of my ass. It is still wet from my come. His arms slide up my sides and down my arms to my hands. He reaches my hands forward. Our hands find my Mistress’ legs. Her legs are long and strong. They shake a bit as we move up from her knees to her pussy, which is open and wet for me. She sits in the chair. I cannot see her, but she is there in front of me, awaiting me. Our fingers tickle her pussy. She is so wet that her musky scent fills the air. She gives a happy moan as we tickle her clit. My Master runs my fingers all over her cunt, and then brings my fingers to my mouth for a savory, wet treat. I suck our fingers dry. “Do you want more?” He asks. I cannot speak. My body is shaking too much with anticipation. My breath is too ragged to talk. I merely nod, my mouth full of wet fingers. He shoves my head forward and my mouth is on her cunt. My Mistress lets out a sharp “Oh!” sound and grabs my hair, the way I love to be grabbed. I lick and slurp and eat like it is my last meal. My Master fills my pussy with his cock. His hands are on my hips. His body is slamming into mine. My screams turn into shaky gasps as he fucks my pussy and my Mistress fucks my mouth. I come yet again. The room smells of nothing else now. My Mistress comes into my mouth. She tastes like sweet water, like some herbal tonic made from mountain roots and tropical leaves. Her pelvis lifts from the chair, her cunt a strong wedge between my lips. She bounces on the chair as she comes down from the high, her hand full of my hair. I barely notice that my Master’s cock is gone. I never stop licking. My Master pulls me away from my delicious treat, my tongue still sticking out as he lays me back on the floor. My blindfold is damp with sweat and come, but I do not need to see to know that he straddles my face. My hungry mouth sucks at his balls. My hands rub and pump at his cock. His balls are salty, sweet candies in my mouth. His hands grope at my tits, his fingers eventually sliding down to my cunt. My clit buzzes electricity through me as he rubs me there. I can feel his body tensing. I know he is about to come. I want to see it. I want to see his semen splashing over my belly. My legs are clamped around his hand. He manages to escape and he shimmies his body away. The blindfold comes off. Even in the dim light, the pale light is blinding for a moment. My eyes come to focus on his big cock directly over my face. His hand twists at the head and he shoots hot jism in a white arc onto my tits. I squeeze them together, giving him as much of them as I can. It lands like hot oil on me, making me jump and cry out. It splashes my belly and some lands on my thighs and cunt. My Mistress is there now, lapping it up from my hairy patch and my belly button. There is so much. He seems to be coming for a full minute. My tits look like someone has covered them in egg whites. I suck at his cock, now red and almost raw. He shudders and groans until he sits back, nearly collapsing. We all lie there on the floor in the humid room: my Master’s head on my belly, my head on his thigh, and my Mistress between my legs with her smiling face just under my titties. We snooze and awake now and then to the sounds and sensations of tender, wet kisses. My Master fetches us glasses of cool water. They are drained in seconds. We shower. We eat. We sleep. The next morning, we fuck. It is a fun, laughing threesome that ends in a double blowjob for my Master. He promises a special treat for later. When we return from dinner and a movie, we go back upstairs without a word. My body is already tingling. My pussy is already wet. I see the chair. My Mistress’ strap-on is upon it, like a royal scepter on a throne. My Mistress begins to undress. My Master removes my clothes. The sleep mask goes over my eyes. I am placed in the chair, the strap-on jelly cock gone into hiding for now. They strap down my wrists and ankles, and they disappear. I wait. In the Chair Ch. 02 Just last night, my Master and Mistress strapped me to this chair in their master suite and ravaged me until the three of us were hot, sticky messes. Now, my wrists and ankles are again secured with leather restraints to the arms and legs of the simple padded chair. A velvet sleep mask covers my eyes. My senses are more alert than the previous evening. I am determined not to doze off from the warmth of the room. I notice the sound of a fan running somewhere. Was that here last night? Was I too excited to notice it? I lick my lips. They are dry from my quick breaths. I constantly remind myself to relax, but it is a useless battle. I am too excited to relax. I am excited because I know my Mistress is going to fuck me, and she is going to fuck me hard. Last night my Master did most of the work, so I figure, I hope, I desire that it is my Mistress' turn. There was a strap-on cock on the chair when we came upstairs. They put the sleep mask on me and sat me down, the strap-on long gone. It could be lying on the floor in front of me or on the bed behind me. It could be in my Mistress' hands now, being lubed up and secured around her waist with its little snaps and straps. I want her to punish me with it. I want her to fill me up with her big dick and make me beg for it. I want her to make me lick my own nipples. I want her to pull my hair as she fucks my cunt from behind. I wonder if they will put the strap-on on me. I wonder if I will get to fuck my Mistress. The thought nearly makes me come on the cool white sheet that covers the chair. There is a sound behind me. How long had they been here? Did they see me almost come? Did they see me squirming in the chair? Did they hear my hot breaths and whimpers of restrained pleasure? I wish I could break the bonds and fuck myself for them. I would give them a grand show. I would pull at my tits and shove my fingers into my cunt for them. I would smear my sticky come all over my big titties for them. I would put my legs over my head and fuck myself if they asked me. A hand in my long red hair pulls my head back. I cry out in pleasure. I love to have my hair pulled, and I know this signals the beginning of our fun. My mouth obediently opens, and my Master's hard cock slides inside it. He presses into my cheek and my tongue wraps around him. I gulp down breaths as he rubs his cock all over my mouth. I want to suck his balls, but they are too far away. Another hand, my Mistress' hand, grabs my hair now. My mouth is guided to that gorgeous strap-on jelly cock. It is a bit thicker than my Master's, and I greedily suck at it. I want it down my throat. I want her to face-fuck me. I hear my Master moan in delight. He must like what he sees. My Mistress teases me with her cock. She pulls it out of my mouth, my tongue coming out to try and catch it. Just when I think it's gone, it comes back in to bulge my cheeks and pull spit from my mouth and onto my chin. My Master pulls me back to him, eager for attention. My mouth is slippery with drool, and he takes full advantage of it. He pumps inside me as easily as he would my wet cunt. I move my head as best I can to accommodate him, but my Mistress pulls me away just as I was getting a rhythm for him. Her cock plunges into my mouth again. My restraints are taut from me straining against them. I want to grab her and throw her to the floor so I can mount her big dick. My Master gropes at my nearest tit as I fuck my Mistress' cock with my mouth. He pulls me away from her, and I cry out in brief protest until he plunges into my mouth again. My Mistress pulls me back to her and slaps her jelly cock on my tongue. My Master pulls my head, my Mistress pulls my head. My Master pulls my head, but only halfway. Two big cocks fight for space in my mouth. They slide over each other and slip in and out. I try to suck them both. I wish I could grab them and shove them both inside me. I open my mouth wide and lick at them. My Master is groaning. His groans build and my masked face is soon coated with his hot come. I swallow what I can, but much of it lands on my cheek and neck. I feel some of it oozing over my collarbone. I feel some of it (or is it my own drool?) running down my throat to my hot tits. The cocks are gone then. I'm left, my face and neck stained with come, alone in the chair again. Did they go downstairs? Are they still here, plotting what to do next? I want to make a request. I want to ask my Mistress to fuck me any way she wants. I want her to treat me like a slut. I want her to make me tell her how much of a dirty fucking whore I am and how I only want to eat every drop of sweet come from her lovely pussy. My Mistress' mouth is on mine. I whimper into it as we kiss. She licks come from my lips and chin. The room is full of wet smacking sounds. I wonder if my Master is next to us, jacking off as he watches his two favorite ladies kiss with come-sticky mouths. His hand brushes my hair away from my neck so he can lick sweat from the spot where it meets my shoulder. His tongue moves in long circles up to my ear. He nibbles on my earlobe. My Mistress leaves me just as my breasts were getting a good workout from her able hands. My tongue sticks out, looking for hers. My Master's mouth leaves me as well. I pant and whimper as I squirm on the sheet underneath me, soaked with juice from my cunt. I soak it more as my Mistress' mouth finds my breasts. She tickles my breasts, sucks at my nipples, and holds my nipple ring in her teeth. She mercifully lets it drop from her mouth as I come. I come hard, screaming and bucking in the chair. I feel it may break under me, but it holds. "Good girl," my Mistress says. I almost come again from the sound of her voice giving me encouragement. Her cheek brushes mine. Her tongue flicks at my earlobe. "He's behind me," she says. Her voice is husky and wicked. "He's going to fuck me." I mew in protest. I want fucked. I want their hard cocks inside me. I at least want to be able to see my Mistress' sweet pussy filled with my Master's big cock. I want to lick at them both while he fucks her, but they delight in teasing me. I feel another orgasm building from the image of her being fucked so close to me. My Mistress tickles my ribs and caresses my breasts some more. She bites my nipples and makes me squeak in painful delight. She rolls her tongue all around them, and then surprises me by yanking my head back. My throat opens in a grunt, and she licks up my neck while she squeezes my tit. We kiss again, but only briefly before she pulls my head down. I can feel my D-cup brushing my chin. I whimper in pleasure, knowing what she wants. She loves watching me lick my own nipples. My tongue sticks out, flicking over my nipple ring and sending a lightning bolt through me. Her tongue and mine kiss around my nipple. My fingers stretch out, my toes curl back. My head snaps back as a small orgasm rushes through me. I hear my Mistress' deep, almost cruel laugh as she watches me come. Her fingers brush over my clit. I almost jump from the chair. She only touches it once. It is all I need, and almost all I can stand. I hear her sharp intake of breath. She grabs my forearms for support. She buries her face in my tits. Her body pushes into mine, and I realize my Master is fucking her from behind, just as she likes it. Each thrust pushes her into me. I want to see. I want to help, but the mask and restraints keep me at bay. I wiggle my bare feet so I can just barely rub my Mistress' thighs. "His cock's so big," she says into my cleavage. "He's so fucking big." "I want it!" I cry out, forgetting my place. I quickly hope they won't punish me. My Mistress' body is pushed again and again into mine. I feel her hand slide down my stomach. I moan in anticipation until her fingers reach my slippery clit. I cry out and thrust my hips forward, trying to get her fingers inside me. She rewards my effort, and easily slides two fingers inside. I grunt and arch my hips up, wanting her fingers on my G-spot. I want her hand soaked with my come. I want her to smear it all over my face and tits. I want her to lube up that jelly strap-on with it. She brings them up to my mouth. I groan with pleasure, slurping them between my lips. Then my Master's mouth joins mine. He has leaned down as he doggy-fucks my Mistress. We kiss, and then my Mistress' tongue joins the kiss. It is a slippery, bumpy kiss, but the awkward angles only increase the tease and make us all laugh. "His cock feels so good inside me," my Mistress says. "My pussy's so wet." "I want it, I want it," I say, gasping between each request. "I want your cock." My Mistress' sweaty body disappears from me, sending a wave of cooler air washing over me. I feel them pulling away the restraints on my ankles. My breath quickens with excitement. Hands grab my ankles and push my legs up in the air. My Mistress' face presses into my cunt, and I cry out in an explosion of fire. Her tongue is all over me and I fill her mouth with come. My mind spins so much that I barely notice her face leaving, and that gorgeous strap-on cock sliding into me. My cries are sharp and quick as she slams into me, holding my legs up in a perfect V. My sweaty hands can almost escape the restraints...almost. The pounding bounces my tits and makes my cries into one long continuous moan. She grunts and sucks air through her clenched teeth. "So wet," she says in a stage whisper. "You're so fucking wet." She leans in to lick at my nipples and then explore my mouth with her tongue. I almost don't feel it. My brain is overloaded with the sounds of her jelly cock slapping into me, the smell of my come, the feel of her tight grip on my ankles, and the heat coursing through my body. I'm surprised to notice my Master's cock between our kissing mouths. How long has he been there? He twists the head of his cock and rubs it all over our lips. He has a fistful of my hair as his cock jiggles between our syrupy mouths. The pumping of the strap-on slows down, and then stops. Her cock is still in me. My Master's is gone. When did he leave? She lowers my legs so they're over her shoulders. My Master's mouth wraps around some of my toes, making me giggle in surprise. "He's going to fuck me while I fuck you," my Mistress says. "Would you like that?" "Uh-huh," I whimper. It's all I can manage to say. Forming a complete sentence now would be like running a marathon. Her cock moves a little bit forward inside me. She sighs with pleasure. All four of their hands grip the back of the chair. My Mistress moans as the rhythm builds between the three of us, our bodies slapping together in an incessant beat. My Master's breath is deep and controlled. I know he must be close to coming. I don't think I have stopped since my Mistress licked all over my pussy. My Mistress' moans grow louder and she buries her face in my tits again, taking mouthfuls. Her big cock slides back and forth in me, and the rocking of the chair only accentuates our swaying rhythm. "I'm gonna come!" My Mistress says. "He's gonna come inside me!" The room is filled with sharp cries, fierce animal sounds, slippery, wet noises, sounds of sweaty flesh smacking into sweaty flesh, and the thump-thump-thump of the chair legs rocking on the floor as my mind melts into a blurred vision of lights. My Master's roars are miles away. My Mistress' screams sound like they're coming from an old phonograph. I'm floating. I'm adrift on the ocean. Hands and cloth brush my body. Am I being dressed? Am I getting undressed? Have I been asleep the entire time? "Would you like to fuck her?" It is my Master's voice in my ear. The sound and the temptation of his voice are like a bucket of cold water thrown on my body. I try to answer, but my throat is dry. My knees are shaking, and the slightest touch makes more come drip down my thighs. I run my hands up my legs as shivers overtake me. My hands brush the straps. They have stood me up and strapped the jelly cock onto me. I grip it with both hands. The feel of it in my hands almost makes me come again. It is still sticky and wet with me. I want to bend over and shove it in my mouth. "Do you want to fuck her with your big cock?" My Master asks. "Y-Yes," I manage to say. My eyes are filled with bright, almost painful light. He has yanked off my mask. My Mistress lies on a cool, white sheet at my feet. Her hands are working over her cunt and nipples. She is a delectable sight. I don't know how my Master can keep away from her. He grabs me by the hair. My knees go weak. He pulls me down to the floor and drags my mouth up her leg to her spread cunt. "Eat that pussy for a little while, and I might let you." I dive right in, licking and sucking at her. She slides her fingers in my mouth now and then, and I suck them clean. She is soaking wet down there, and my face is a glistening mess. Her clit is like a big pebble in my mouth, and I keep my tongue flat and soft on it. I do not know where my Master is, but I don't care. She doesn't either. She grabs me by the head and pulls me up her body. I pause only to lick at her perky titties before I awkwardly rub my jelly cock over her open cunt. She grabs me by the ass and pulls me into her. She roars and rocks her hips to meet mine. She is beautiful beneath me, almost dangerous. I can't believe I'm fucking her. I grab the carpet on either side of her head and press down on her, slamming my cock into her again and again. Her strong legs come up and wrap around my waist. Her fingernails are in my back. Our tits are pressed together and slipping over each other from all the sweat. I don't want to take this toy off. Ever. I want this big dick all the time. I want to fuck her in every hole with it. I want to sit in the chair and watch her crawl over to me to suck it down her hot throat. She rolls us over. I see my Master now sitting in the chair. His half-hard cock lies across his thigh. He sips from a glass of cool water as he watches me fuck My Mistress. His eyes lock with mine, and I want to please him by fucking her. I grab her ass and help her bounce on my cock. We both scream and come and scream and come. We almost claw at each other's tits. We bump teeth when we kiss. Strong hands force her to stop thrashing. My Master looms above her, his condom-wrapped cock fully hard again and looking bigger than usual. He squeezes a bottle of lube on my Mistress' ass. She smiles and moans. She lies down on me, still slightly rocking on my cock. "He's going to fuck my ass," she says, laughing with devilish delight. He does. I feel the pressure slowly building in her. The strap-on cock presses just a bit harder onto my clit. She inhales a quick breath through her nose. Her fingernails scratch on the carpet. She lets out a shuddering breath into my neck. My Master and I both try to fuck her at the same time, but the rhythm is wrong. I start to slide out, hoping to make it easier for him. He slides deeper, and she hisses through her teeth. He slides back, and I slide forward. "Yes," she says, "like that. Just like that." We slip and slide back and forth, taking turns inside her. I almost feel detached from the whole thing. I'm mesmerized by her reactions. Her mouth is an open, wet, lovely thing when she isn't biting her lip in an attempt to hold back her orgasm a bit longer. I squeeze her tits, and that pushes her over the edge. Her breath stops for a moment, and she becomes a wild beast between us. Her hands brace on the floor and she pushes back and forth on us, grunting "Cock! Fuck me! Cock, cock, cock!" My Master roars like a lion as his cock pumps in her ass. We roll to our sides. My Mistress almost pushes us away; her brain threatening to short circuit, but my Master holds her to him by gripping her shoulders in almost a half nelson. I kiss her tits and decide I want more tastes of her juicy puss. I slide out, making her gasp, and turn around so I can sixty-nine with her. The sight of her mouth wrapping around my strap-on cock is as enthralling as the sight of my Master's cock in her ass. I lick at my Mistress' sopping cunt, pushing my tongue deep inside her to scoop out all the come I can find. She fucks me with two fingers and gropes at my breasts with her other hand. I sneak a peek from between her legs to see my Master licking at her neck and squeezing her tits. He whispers dirty things in her ear. I hear the phrase "so fucking tight." He asks her something, and she tries to say yes. Before she can finish the word, he grabs my jelly cock and shoves it back in her mouth. He rubs it all over her face and tugs at her hair. My face goes back to my Mistress' cunt. I nudge forward a bit and find my Master's balls in easy reach. My tongue sneaks out to taste them, and once I realize how close they actually are, I wrap my mouth around them. They are sweet with lube, come, and sweat. I suck on them like jawbreakers and roll my tongue around them like lollipops. I hear him roaring, and I come yet again as I feel his hot come rushing up from his balls in my mouth. His cock throbs hard in my Mistress' ass and his legs stiffen. She grabs my ass and bites my thigh. The whole house seems to be shaking. We lie that way for quite some time. Everyone seems afraid to move. My Master does first, sliding his swollen cock out and rolling onto his back. My Mistress cuddles up with me, resting her head on my thigh. I do the same. We awake later. Our Master is gone, but we can hear him downstairs in the shower. My Mistress and I laugh, kiss, and fondle with every intention of stopping and getting ready for bed. But I can tell by the building heat in my Mistress' kisses that she is not ready for bed yet. In the Chair Ch. 03 I'd be angry if I were not turned on so much. We'd been at dinner at my Mistress' favorite sushi restaurant and martini bar. She and I were giddy from two martinis each, and my Master was laughing at our growing silliness. He stopped laughing when I bumped my Mistress' third martini as I reached for a bite of the cheesecake we'd been sharing. My Master reached for the glass too late. The lemon drop martini tipped backward, soaking the crotch of my Mistress' pants. She shrieked from the cold shock. I gasped. "I like it when you get me wet," my Mistress said, "but this isn't what I expected." I laughed, trying to cover my nerves. "Aren't those your new pants?" He asked her. "Yep," she said while she wiped her crotch with her napkin. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I said after looking around to make sure no one else would hear. "You're forgiven," she said, but there was a hint of something else to come. "But you'll need to be punished," my Master said. He looked across the table at my Mistress. "I think another night in the chair is in order." She nodded. I quivered in my seat. I couldn't finish my share of the cheesecake. They were silent the entire ride home and even as they took me upstairs to the chair. It is a simple wide padded chair with cushioned arms. My Mistress draped a cool white sheet over it. My fingers wouldn't stop twitching. "Strip," my Master said as he unbuttoned his shirt. We all stripped, but they waited until I was done to finish removing their clothes. They took their time, leaving me with nothing to do but stand nude and trembling with excitement. The trembling stopped as my Mistress sat in the chair. I had expected to be put in the chair and fucked to every extent of every whim, but now my Mistress sat before me. She stroked her body, giving care to her nipples and thighs. She squeezed her breasts together and pushed them up at me like she was presenting two sweet apples on a platter. "Why don't you come here and kiss these?" She said. I almost dove atop her. My tongue licked over her chest. I nibbled her nipples and kissed the base of her neck. I worked my way down to her pussy, already open and wet for me, but my Master yanked me back by the shoulders. He had my hands cuffed behind my back and a handkerchief gagging my mouth before I could mutter much of a protest. "She asked you to kiss them," he said as he tied the handkerchief behind my head. "Not drool all over them." He spanked me. Once. I almost came. He held onto my hair while his other hand, holding a vibrating silver egg, slid down my back, over my ass, and onto my pussy. My hips shot back at him as he pushed the egg into me from behind. I wanted his cock in there, pounding into me while she came on my face, but I knew I'd have to wait. He bent me over her knee. My tits wrapped around her thigh. I had a close view of her fingers rubbing her clit and dipping deep into her cunt. I wanted to lick her until she couldn't stop coming, but all I could do was watch her fuck herself as the vibrator hummed inside me. She looked into my begging eyes as she tasted her fingers. My Master knelt between her knees and licked a slow slurp along her seam. I whined through the gag. I should have been the one tasting her. I needed to clean her since I had spilled the drink on her. It was my duty. I was almost angry with him for enjoying this treat while all I could do was watch and feel the vibrator shake my thighs and pussy. I wanted to be angry, but I was turned on too much. He pulled the soaked gag out of my mouth and kissed me. The taste of her on him sent me into frenzy, and I licked at him like a thirsty cat at a bowl of water. He put the gag back in and then pulled me back so I sat on my heels. His hard cock nudged between my buttocks. I wanted him in my ass or my pussy, but not as much as I wanted my tongue in my Mistress' cunt. He played with my tits, clit, and ass while he knelt behind me. She stood up and walked to me so her wet pussy was in front of my face. The vibrator's relentless buzzing stopped. I was surprised to hear myself whimper not with relief, but longing for it to resume. She walked out of my sight, and he pulled the vibrator out of me. I bounced a bit atop my heels in protest. He pulled the gag out and replaced it with the warm, slippery egg. I sucked my come from it as he pulled on my nipple ring. My belly quivered, but not from his attention. My Mistress had fetched her strap-on cock and brought it to the chair. The sight of it held in her hand like a truncheon, and all it implied, was enough to get me shaking. "I'll take that," she said, and then pulled the silver egg from my mouth. She put the egg on the chair and then slowly snapped the strap-on around her hips. She picked up the egg, sat back in the chair, and then draped one leg over a chair arm. I watched, still held by my Master, as she pushed the egg into her pussy. She turned the dial on the egg's remote control. She gasped, smiled, and nodded at him. "Uncuff her," she said. He unlocked the handcuffs. I wanted to pounce on her, but I knew better. She half-smiled, half-snarled at me. "Now crawl over here and suck my cock." I crawled, keeping my head down until her latex cock brushed my forehead. I could hear the muffled hum of the vibrator inside her. I licked up the shaft of her cock, keeping my eyes on her as I swirled my tongue around it and let her push it into my cheeks. I squeezed her thighs and slid my wet mouth down her cock. Her pussy was close, so close. I nudged forward with my mouth. My thumbs pulled her open. My tongue reached for her clit. I yelped as my Master's hand cracked my ass. I sprang upright. He grabbed a handful of my hair and, standing behind me, shoved his cock into my mouth. "Patience," he said. He held my face around his cock and glared down at me. I dared not look away. "No pussy for you until she says so." He pulled me to my feet and led me to my Mistress. She held her strap-on cock at the ready. "Get on," he said. I straddled her. The first plunge down onto her pushed the breath from me. I clutched the back of the chair and let out a long, shaking scream as I came. She slapped my ass and I started bouncing, just as I'd been trained. Her mouth was on my tits, then on my neck, then grunting with approval. My mind swayed back and forth between consciousness and dreaming as I nuzzled her neck and rocked my pussy on her toy cock. I was floating in a warm ocean. I was lying on cool beach sand. I was on the floor of the bedroom. They'd lowered me to the floor. My Mistress was atop me, pumping her strap-on cock into me with fast thrusts that rocked my hips up and pushed my knees to her shoulders. I slapped at the floor and tried to squirm away from her and the fire in my belly I couldn't escape. She pulled me by my hair to my knees. My Master was in the chair. We were on either side of him. She rubbed my face over his hard cock. She let me lick and slurp at him for only a moment before jerking me away. "Do you want that big cock in your mouth?" She asked. "Yes," I said as she tugged my hair some more. She pulled me into a rough tongue kiss, and then shoved my face back down on his cock. She spanked me as I licked him. I tried to wrap my lips around him, but she pulled me away before I could get all of him in my mouth. She rubbed his cock over my lips, keeping him away just enough so I couldn't get my mouth around him. She slapped my ass and loosened her grip on my hair. I gulped down on his cock. I was starving for it by now. I slurped and licked and sucked while she squeezed his balls and my ass. "You want that come?" My Mistress asked as she yanked me off him by the hair. "Yes!" I yelled, shuddering as a quick orgasm ripped through my hot cunt. She wrapped her lips around his cock, slurping and sucking as she held me close enough to get the tip of my tongue on him, but that was it. I moaned for more, begged for more. She let me go and we kissed and slurped around his cock. He groaned in appreciation, stroking our hair and tickling our faces. We felt his thighs tighten. He stopped stroking our heads and grabbed them. She pulled me away just before he came. I cried out in protest, but she held me away as he filled her mouth with come. She never took her eyes from mine. Then she popped her mouth off him and pulled me into a deep kiss. His come gushed from her mouth into mine. It oozed from the corners of our mouths. It dripped back onto his cock and ran down my chin. Our faces were sticky messes. My body jerked as another lightning-strike orgasm pounded me from the inside out. My Mistress broke the kiss. I gasped for air. She licked a streak of come from my face. She had yet to let go of my hair. My Master, still a bit shaky, managed to stand up and walk behind us. My Mistress stood and walked to the chair, pulling me along on my hands and knees with her. "You've been a good girl," she said. She let go of my hair so she could unsnap the strap-on cock and toss it aside. She pulled the egg from her soaked cunt. She danged it over my face and let me lick at it. She handed it to my Master and then sat in the chair and spread her legs over the arms for me. "It's time for your reward." The first touch of my tongue to her clit made me come. She pinched her nipples as she rocked up to meet my face. I lapped at her like my life depended on it; because at that moment, it did. She stroked my hair as I loved her pussy with my sticky mouth. She bit her lip and scratched my aching scalp as he plunged his cock into me from behind. He slapped my ass and started pounding me. I slurped at her wet puss as best I could. My world was nothing but warm flesh, pussy, come, and cock. I knew nothing else. I wanted nothing else. She pulled me away now and then, asking if I liked eating pussy and if she tasted good. Her words were far away, like they were shouted across a canyon or spoken through a candlestick phone. He grabbed my hips so he could push deeper into me. She held my hair in both hands, pulling me against her by two pigtails she'd created. Her hips bucked and bounced, smearing her cunt over my face as she came. Her cries were deep echoes in my head. I was floating once more. I screamed as hot oil stung my back. I looked back to see my Master coming all over my ass. We slept deep and on the floor not far from the chair. I woke once from a half-dream when I thought my Master was fucking me from behind, but I realized he was snuggling against me. I smiled, kissed my Mistress' cheek, and then lied back down so I could dream of more "accidents" I could case to earn another night in the chair. In the Chair Ch. 04 I never knew overcooked spaghetti could lead to an orgasm. My job tonight was to cook the pasta for dinner while my Master made the salad and the chicken marsala. I left the kitchen to chat with my Mistress about her day at work. The chit-chat led to making out, which led to me forgetting the pasta. We had to cook a new batch, which led to me being put in the chair after dinner. I don't know if my Mistress kept me from the pasta on purpose or not, but I know I was planning another night here handcuffed to the arms of their simple padded chair one way or another. They placed the chair near the side of the bed, stripped me, sat me down, cuffed my wrists to the arms, put the sleep mask over my eyes, and then left. I don't know what they have planned, but my mind races through many possibilities. Since I'm close to bed I guess they are going to fuck while I have to watch. It will drive me crazy, especially since I won't be able to touch myself. The warm air nuzzles my bare skin. I don't know where they are, but I hope they are watching me. I hope I'm squirming enough to be irresistible. I think I hear them near me. I turn my head to listen. There is nothing but silence. The sleep mask is yanked off my head. I'm blinded by a flash of blue light. I wince as my eyes adjust to see me blindfolded in the chair sitting across from me. It's a video. They have placed my Master's laptop computer on the bed before me. The laptop plays a video of me in the chair. I'm looking at myself naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed to the chair. When did they film me? Which night in the chair was this? On the screen I see my Mistress emerge from the darkness behind me. My Master filmed us that night, but which night? She pulled my head by the hair so she could kiss my neck. I sighed and rested my head on hers. She slid her hands over my shoulders and down to my tits. Even now, watching her play with me then, goose bumps rise up on my skin just as they did that night. She teased my face with her tits. Thanks to my Master's camera I can see me licking her nipples and how I look with my mouth full of her tit. It makes me hungry for them. I want them in my mouth like that now. I look around for her, but I can't see them. The bedroom is dark except for the light of the laptop. I think they're behind me, but with my wrists cuffed to the chair I can't turn to see. I see her kissing me days ago. I quiver in the chair. We're so pretty when we kiss. I want her lips on mine so much that I whine when she breaks the filmed kiss. My Master hands the camera to her. She shoots from above my head. I see my Master kneel between my legs. I see my legs jerk apart at the touch of his hands. My legs open here and now in the chair for him. Where is he? Are they in the darkness behind me? Are they watching me strain at the handcuffs as I watch them play with me in the past? I tremble as I watch him lean forward to lick my nipples. My pierced one pulses with heat as I see him tug on the ring with his teeth days earlier. I can feel a little orgasm heating up inside me here in the chair. It jumps free when I see his tongue on my clit. I watch him eat my wet pussy while my Mistress' hand reaches down from off-camera to play with my tits. I'm squirming in the chair -- past and present. My legs are open for them, wherever they are, just as my Master holds them up and open on-screen. I want something in my pussy. Even one finger would send me into a happy oblivion. I get to watch my Master kiss me now. It's different than my Mistress' kisses. It's a sexy, naughty, mischievous kiss. I gasp. I now remember that night. I remember what comes next in the film. I see myself jolt as he puts his cock in me. He pumped me in short strokes then. I hear my moans through the computer's speakers. He pulled out before either of us came. He stood and backed away. My Mistress gave him the camera. He walked behind me. My Mistress scared me as she pushed my legs apart and then clamped her mouth on me. I watch her pretty wet face rub all over my pussy. I see her hands squeezing my thighs and caressing my hips. I see my Master's cock appear from off-camera to brush my cheek. Here in the chair I turn to root for it, but he's not there. He's only an image on a screen. I've never seen my face full of cock before. I'm mesmerized by the sight of my lips around him. I 'm surprised at how hungry I was for his cock. My tongue was all over him. He bulged my cheeks and rubbed my blindfolded face. He never grabbed my head. He kept his hands on the camera and let me blindly search for his cock with my mouth. My Mistress, not content with licking just my pussy, rose up on her knees to help me suck him. The sight of our mouths kissing around him... I'm bucking in the chair and moaning as fire shoots down my spine to between my legs. He blasted our faces that night. His cock jumped and twitched on our tongues and I tried to catch his come, but most of it hit my cheeks and chin. Now I know what I look like with his come on my face. I can see the sheen it leaves on my skin. She kissed most of it from me, but I'm glad she left some for me to see tonight. My hands jerk against the cuffs as I see them unlock me from the chair that night. "Keep your blindfold on," my Master said that night. Now I know why he ordered it. They taped everything from that night. They pulled me to the bed. I reached out and felt my Mistress' legs. I slid up them to her pussy. My tongue comes out of my mouth even now as I watch me lick her. My Masters films all of it. It's something else I've never seen until now. I see my tongue tickling her clit and her pussy crammed against my mouth. He handed her the camera and then disappeared. She managed to hold it steady, even as I kept licking her. I'm coming in the chair again at the memory of that night. He moved behind me and shoved his cock into me. I see me gasping and moaning as he fucks me from behind. He grabbed my hair and forced my face into her cunt. He was snarling and sweating with the effort. He leaned down to take the camera from her so he could film his cock sliding in and out of me. I can see me glistening on him. I can see and hear him spank me. I want him in me now. I want out of this chair so I can find him and take his cock to the back of my throat, but I can't escape. I'm stuck in the chair unable to even tickle my nipples. All I can do is watch them fuck me nights ago. They rolled me onto my back. My Mistress took the camera again and filmed him wrapping my legs around him. He grabbed the edge of the bed and started a slow rock. He built speed until the bed shook and my shouts became a single long wail. He ravaged me. He slipped out, leaving me breathless, and shot his come on my tits. There was so much, and now I get to see it. I was coated with it. My Mistress lapped it up that night. I didn't get any. I jump as they appear beside me now here in the chair. They take off the handcuffs. I want to leap out of the chair and maul them with my mouth, but I'm too woozy from coming to stand. They help me to the bed. My Mistress puts the computer on the floor and then lies back to smile up at me. My Master gives me a light spank to move me toward her. I get on top so we can taste each other. I'm wet for them. She tastes wonderful. He squeezes my ass and fills me with his cock. She licks my clit and I yelp with each thrust. He pounds me, once again building a fast rhythm until he pulls out, leaving me a squirming, screaming mess. I hear him grunting as he comes. I want to turn around and swallow it, or feel it land on my ass, but he has other plans. His hands, coated with his come, come around to my face. He sticks his fingers in my hungry mouth and smears my throat and face with him. "Clean up like a good girl," he says. His voice unleashes another burst of my girl-come on my Mistress' face. I lick every inch of his hands. I gasp for breath. I feel like gravity has no hold on me. I jolt awake. I'm alone on the bed. I sit up and look for them. They're nearby, watching porn on the upstairs TV. I get up and walk to them. They let me snuggle between them. They offer me water, but my hands reach between their legs instead. They smile, and we all watch.