8 comments/ 56270 views/ 17 favorites Pleasing Hannah By: honey28 Allie Dear Readers, While this is a stand-alone story, the characters are not new. If you would like some background on Mia (narrator), read "A Friend of a Friend" and its follow-up, "Pierced by Cupid's Arrow." I hope you all like it, please let me know with a rating or feedback! This one's for you, H! Love you, girl :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So what's bothering you?" I asked, having another bite of my salad. Hannah looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. "Come on, we're all friends, here," I teased. We sat in a crowded restaurant on a Friday night, having managed to finally find the time to get together around our crazy work schedules. We used to see each other all the time. I missed that. "You can always tell," she muttered, fussing with her napkin. "What did he do now? Out with it." I leaned closer to hear her better over the din of background noise. She laughed. "When I got up this morning, I was horny. So I woke Rob, wanting to get a little something before work." I cut her off. "Oh, so it's what he didn't do..." "Girl, you know me too well. It's always about him, lately. No foreplay. He just stuck his dick in my face and when he was ready, he climbed on top of me... I really wanted more. It never used to be like that. I couldn't stand it, so I told him I needed to go to work, and I left. Right in the middle of things..." "Why don't you talk to him?" "I try! He gets mad, doesn't understand what my problem is. He thinks it's all great." "Then why don't you show him? Don't try to talk about it. Set the mood, seduce him, and tell him what you want him to do, what feels good. Make him take his time." "And then the next time we'll be back where we started. I've been through this before. Things have just gotten stale. There's just no... effort." "What if you tried talking to a professional, together?" "Like a marriage counselor? We did that, a couple of times. I don't know..." Eyes downcast, she used her fork to push the food around on her plate. "You deserve better than that, Hannah." My heart was really going out to her. I'd been through this before myself, and I knew well the feelings of disappointment, loneliness, even bitterness that came from an unsatisfying sexual relationship. Feeling like your partner doesn't care. I hated seeing her so depressed, so hopeless. "Do you guys ever fantasize together? Ever try anything different to shake things up a bit?" She shook her head. "Well, what do you like to fantasize about, then, on your own?" She glanced past me down the aisle, then briefly checked out the nearby tables. "We're going to have this conversation? Here?" "Nobody's listening to us. Here, I'll go first." I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "I like to watch videos of guys fucking. Or of women fucking men with strap-ons." I had her attention. She sat up straight now, staring at me, nodding slightly as the information sunk in. "Wow, ok. Well I guess I can be honest, too, then." She put her hands on the table, leaning closer and speaking in hushed tones. "Sometimes I watch lesbian stuff," she said, smiling shyly. "That's hot! Go on," I urged. She considered for a moment. "Once, I got Rob to tie me down. I'd like to do that again, but really be tied down. Hard," she said, emphasizing that last word in a way that really sparked my interest. An idea was forming in the back of my filthy mind. "Can I get you anything, ladies?" I looked up at the waiter. Sure, could you get us some restraints and a nice, thick, rubber cock, please? No, couldn't really ask for that at Ruby Tuesday's. Well, I could, but I don't think the waiter would be able to speak. Imagining his reaction, I was actually tempted to do it, but I knew my friend would be mortified and would never come back to the restaurant again. "We're good, thanks," I said instead. After he stepped away, I began to tell Hannah about my recent sexual adventures with my boyfriend. Since she had seemed intrigued when I mentioned my "fetish," I felt comfortable telling her that Vinnie and I were both hooked on strap-on fucking. It was thrilling to open up to my friend in this way. While we excitedly exchanged experiences and fantasies, a plan was forming in the back of my mind. I had some shopping to do. *** Some time had passed since my conversation with Hannah, when I had hatched the plan to teach her man how to please her in a way that would leave a lasting impression. One night while I was visiting, I had tried to open up a dialogue, but it hadn't worked well. Hannah tried to tell Rob how she felt, but he made excuses and got defensive and I let the subject drop before they both became too upset. I thought that a different approach may work better: some hands-on learning. I had spent hours fantasizing and searching online for the lingerie and BDSM gear I needed to create my imaginary scenario in real life. I decided it would be an early birthday gift, and told her I would come over one night to make us dinner and give her her "present." I had a key to her place, so I let myself in about an hour before she was due to arrive home from work. I put a pot on to boil and carried my tote bag into her bedroom to get her birthday surprise ready. I tossed all the pillows into the corner of the room and stripped the bed bare, except for the fitted sheet. First, I set up the under the bed restraint system. I smiled as I worked, hoping that they would get a lot of use out of it in the future. When I was done, I upturned my bag, emptying its contents onto the mattress. I attached two pairs of leather cuffs to the straps, and tossed a blindfold up near the head of the bed. Chuckling to myself, I turned an inch-thick leather collar over in my hands, fingering the metal D-ring. I could hardly wait to buckle it around Rob's neck. I also had a pair of cuffs for him, and a short leash that I could clip onto his collar, or use to bind his wrists. I pulled my sweater off over my head and grabbed the last item off the bed, crossing the room quickly to stand before the full-length mirror. Under my shirt, I had hidden a super sexy black leather corset that had criss-cross lacing up the sides and front. I had my hair pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail. My close-fitting dark jeans were tucked into black mid-calf leather boots that had a 3 inch heel. Gripping the leather flogger whip by its 8 inch dildo handle, I grinned wickedly at my reflection. "You look absolutely badass," I said. I jumped when my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Hannah, telling me that she'd be home in about twenty minutes, and asking if I was already at her place. I held the whip by a couple of its thin leather strips so I could hold my phone and text a reply, the cock-shaped handle dangling, swaying comically. Grinning, I left the whip on the dresser and headed out to the kitchen to start dinner, then darted back into her room when I remembered to put my sweater back on. As I was draining the pasta a short while later, I heard keys in the front door. When Hannah stepped inside, I called out to her. "Hey! Dinner is almost ready." "Great! I'm starving! The kids were out of control today. I could use a drink, but I don't think I have anything in the house." "One of Rob's beers?" I asked as I brought bowls of pasta and salad out to the table. She pulled a face, and I laughed. "I was joking. I brought stuff with me to make us lemon drops, if you'd like one." "That would be awesome. Need help with anything?" "Not at all, birthday girl. Have a seat, it'll only take me a minute to mix these up." I dropped some ice into the shaker and added the vodka, triple sec, lemon juice, and sugar. After I shook it up, I poured a glass for her, then repeated the process for myself. "We need to get you some martini glasses, girl," I said as I set the glasses down and took a seat. She took a long swig of her drink, closing her eyes. "God I needed this," she muttered. I scooped some dinner onto my plate. "Rough day?" "They pulled my assistant to cover another classroom. It's ridiculous. I'm so stressed at work lately, I'm seriously thinking of going back to work for Tommy full-time." "No way! You were totally miserable when you did that. You love teaching. It was just a bad week." I paused, then added, "I think things are going to get better." I smiled and sipped my cocktail. She froze, her forkful of fettucini halfway to her mouth. "What did you do, Mia?" "Nothing," I lied, unable to get the smirk off my face. I took a bite of salad, then calmly glanced back her direction, chewing quietly. "Mia!" "What?" "Oh my God. I don't even know who you are anymore!" she laughed. "Ever since you let me read those stories you put on Literotica, it's been one surprise after another. You can't be trusted." "Hm. Have you been talking to Vinnie or something?" I'm not sure how, but I kept a straight face, until she swatted at me. "I don't have to talk to Vinnie! I fucking read about it, you slut!" she laughed. "Did you tell him you do this? Does he know that men all over the world have jerked off reading about how you fucked him?" "He thinks it's hot that I write nasty stories." I didn't add that he was looking forward to hearing about tonight's adventure, and how disappointed he was that he wasn't allowed to watch. I had a second set of cuffs, a collar, and a leash at home for Vinnie. He didn't know yet. I like to surprise him. "You're crazy." She noticed the gift bag on one of the empty chairs. "I'm afraid to open that. If you got me a strap-on, Rob is not going to be amused." "Not a strap-on." But Rob is not going to be amused, I thought. "But it's something like that," she accused, eyes narrowed. "As though that would be a bad thing!" "I knew it!" "Finish your dinner and your damn drink," I muttered, laughing. She reached for the gift bag and this time, it was me who swatted at her. "Not till you eat, child!" We chatted as we finished our meal, then she asked permission to open her gift. I watched as she pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. "This part, Rob will like." She looked up at me as she reached into the bag. "This part?" "You'll see. Go ahead." She pulled out a handful of silky lavender material, and the gift bag fell off of her lap as she unfurled the slightly transparent chemise. I leaned forward to pick up the matching g-string that had dropped to the floor when she held up the rest of the lingerie. "This is beautiful, Mia!" she beamed, then a look of suspicion fell over her features. "What did you mean by 'this part?'" "We're going to have a little surprise for your man when he gets home." "We? Involving this?" She gave the lingerie a small shake, and I nodded, smiling. As she stared at me, her arms fell to her lap. "Well. This is awkwardly interesting." I couldn't help laughing loudly at her response and the shocked, blank look on her face. As I shook with laughter, she started to shake her head in protest. "Mia, I-" "Listen, Hannah. You've had a hard time getting through that man's stubborn skull, so I'm going to help you teach him a lesson he won't soon forget. And hopefully you can learn a thing or two about telling him what you need. I think once you finally get started, the dam will break and you'll have a much easier time expressing your needs." I put a hand on her knee, trying to comfort her, because she still looked terrified. "Just trust me. You're going to enjoy what I have planned. Why don't you go relax in the tub and then try on what I bought for you? I'll clean up." She still looked nervous, yet sighed in resignation. "Okay. I trust you. Though I've got butterflies!" "Go on and run a bath." I started stacking plates to clear the table. She took her gift and disappeared in the direction of her bedroom. I paused to hear her reaction. I heard a soft click - the light switch - then, barely audible, a gasp. I was surprised when I heard nothing further, then suddenly she appeared, the collar dangling from a fingertip. "Mia!" she exclaimed in a scolding tone. "It's not for you! That's for our bitch boy, Rob." "Oh my God," she murmured. I could almost see the gears turning between her ears as a smile spread across her face. "And the cuffs?" "Oh," I grinned wickedly. "Yes, the cuffs. Those are for you, my dear." She gasped, though her smile didn't falter. It didn't seem possible, but her grin widened. "But first you will get a chance to show Rob what you think of his selfish ways, don't worry." "Damn, girl! This is kind of exciting." "Better than awkwardly interesting. Go take your bath, get nice and clean and ready for us." "Does Vinnie know you're doing this?" "Yes, he knows I'm helping a friend tonight..." I trailed off with a wicked grin. "You're lucky I was feeling gracious and decided against setting up a webcam for him. I told him you wouldn't like that much." She blushed a deep shade of crimson. "Go! Get pretty, girl!" I grabbed her by her shoulders, turned her in the direction of her room, and gave her a shove. While I waited for her to bathe and get ready, I cleaned up from dinner and mixed myself another drink. As confident as I likely appeared to my friend, part of me was nervous. I'd never done anything so crazy as this before. I had invited myself into my friends' bedroom! In effect, with whips and chains! It was insanity! And it was making my panties wet. I sat on the couch, patting the cat, sipping my drink, watching the minutes tick by in silence. Lost in thought, I imagined what Rob would say, how I would react, and what Hannah would do. I thought that I could play the part of a tough bitch Domme. I was just full of nasty ideas, waiting for someone to unleash them on. Unleash? Leash, more like it. I nearly laughed out loud at that. As I waited for Hannah, I came up with an idea of how to catch Rob off-guard as soon as he walked into the house. Put him on edge and get the upper hand, to guide them through a memorable evening with a little force, a little humiliation, and a lot of pleasure. *** My heart was pounding as the sounds of keys turning the lock finally broke the silence of the dark house. I had been standing not far from the front door in the shadows long enough for my eyes to adjust. Hannah had loved my idea, so we unscrewed the lightbulbs from the overhead lights. As if on cue, Rob walked into the dead quiet of the living room, and cursed when he flipped the switch to no avail. "Hannah?" I waited as he dropped his bag onto the couch and stepped further inside. "I'm back here, babe," she finally called, causing him to turn in the direction of their room, away from me. "What's up with the lights? I thought you said Mia was here-" I grabbed his wrists roughly and pulled them behind his back. Before he could put up much of a fight, I whispered hoarsely into his ear, "I am. Don't fucking move." He was stunned, and allowed me to slip a pair of cuffs around his wrists while he tried to find the words to ask what the hell was going on. I looped the leash through the D-rings on both cuffs and tied a quick knot. He began to protest, and I reached over his head to pull the collar around his neck. He was getting over the initial shock of my ambush, and I wanted to keep him off-balance, literally and figuratively. I'm taller than Rob, and I'm a strong chick, so I figured if I could keep the element of surprise on my side, I could subdue him. Instead of trying to buckle the collar, I gripped each end tightly in my hands and pulled him back by his throat. With his hands bound, he lost his balance and arched back against me, the top of his head at my chin. "We tried nice. Now we try something different. You're my bitch tonight, Rob. So are you going to quit fighting, bitch?" I snarled. What a fucking rush this is! I thought to myself, adrenaline surging through my veins. He made a strange sound and nodded, so I loosened my grip to allow him to stand and fastened the collar around his neck. "Holy shit, Mia," he muttered. I looped my finger through the metal ring on his collar and gave him a tug, bringing his head back towards me so I could speak low into his ear. "Shut your mouth, bitch boy. Tonight, when you're wearing this," I gave another rough tug to the collar, "you belong to me, and you do what I fucking tell you to do. And after tonight, when you're wearing this, you're Hannah's fuckboy, to do with as she pleases. So don't speak unless spoken to, you piece of shit." I shoved him forward, nearly laughing, because it felt so good to push a man around in this way. Guess I've got some issues. What a fun way to work them out! I was surprised that he kept his mouth shut as I followed him to their bedroom, where Hannah waited. The lights were on in their room, and she was seated on the edge of the bed when we walked in. She stood up, and I smiled. She looked so sexy in the lavender chemise, her long hair falling over the lace cups. "What do you think of Hannah's birthday present, Rob?" I prompted. "You look beautiful, baby," he said. She smiled and thanked him. He continued to stare at her, and I thought that it would be fitting to have our little bitch strip down, leave him naked and exposed so that he knew who was in charge this evening. "I'm going to untie your wrists, so you can take off your shirt." I removed the leash from the cuffs and clipped it to the leather encircling his neck. His hands fell to his sides. "Let's go, strip," I ordered. Hannah looked on, smiling. In the mirror, I could see Rob smile at her as he moved to pull his shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the floor, then noticed the restraints on the mattress. "Who are those for?" He started to turn towards me, but I stepped up behind him and grabbed the leash close to his neck, causing him to pause. "Bitches don't ask questions. Do what you were told to do." I exchanged a glance with Hannah, whose eyes widened, as did her smile. I knew that she wanted to see him treated roughly, and I knew that she wanted to whip him. I also knew that her smartass husband wouldn't fail to give her a reason to hit him. Rob kicked off his shoes. Somewhat reluctantly, he began unzipping his fly, and dropped his jeans. "All of it, Rob. What's wrong? Feeling shy?" I grinned at Hannah, thrilled that she was enjoying this. We often ganged up on her man, teasing him, making fun. Taking it to a new level, humiliating him in a physical way, was exciting, and made me feel closer to her, in a strange kind of way. "Hannah-" he began to protest. I raised a boot and pushed hard behind his knee, making him drop to the floor. "Fuck!" he cried out, startled and pissed off. "Hannah!" he exclaimed, as though pleading with her to intervene. "Put your hands behind your back," she ordered, looking down at him. "Bitch." I laughed wickedly and ran the end of his leash back through his cuffs, binding his wrists once more. I grabbed his hair and jerked his head back so he was staring up at me, helpless. "She's on my side, asshole. Who do you think this is for? Now stand up." I offered no help, and we watched him awkwardly get to his feet. I yanked his boxers down to his ankles, and he cringed, as well as one can cringe with their arms bound behind their back. "What's the matter, little boy? Don't want me to see?" I taunted. I looked at Hannah. "May I?" "Go for it," she answered. I stepped nearer to her, now facing Rob, and made no effort to hide my appraisal. They hadn't been joking in previous conversations when they'd alluded to his well-endowment. But I wouldn't let him know I was impressed. I stared for a long moment at his semi-erect cock, then looked up at Rob, who was blushing furiously. He was probably ashamed that he was becoming aroused with us pushing him around. Pleasing Hannah Despite his obvious embarrassment, he suddenly smirked. "Like what you see?" he asked, his eyes wandering down to my breasts, then back up to my face. Oh, you ass, playing right into my plan, I thought. "Do you like what you see, motherfucker? You'll never learn, will you?" I turned to his wife. "Hannah, peel off those damp panties, will you?" Now, she was blushing, too. I bet that little thong was soaked. My panties certainly were. This was a hell of a power trip. She stepped out of them, and as she straightened, I held out my hand. Smiling, underwear in hand, I stepped towards Rob, who was still sneering. "You smug little shit," I spat. "This is funny, huh?" He nodded. "Wrong answer." I slapped him, and the loud smack of my palm striking his face actually startled me, though I didn't let on. When his jaw dropped in shock at my assault, I stuffed Hannah's g-string inside, muffling his cries. I grabbed his face with my right hand, palm cupping his chin, nails digging into his cheeks. "Don't try to spit it out, you filthy stubborn pig of a man. Suck on it. Taste her. And shut. The. Fuck. Up. You're going to learn how to be a good little sub fucktoy if it takes all goddamn night, do you hear me? You're going to learn to listen and cater to your wife's every goddamn fucking need. And right now, I think she needs to punish you. Get back on your knees, bitch." I grabbed his shoulders and forced him to kneel in front of the bed. Air was hissing angrily through his nostrils and he was muttering incoherently into the ball of silky fabric wedged inside of his mouth. I looked over at Hannah, and she had grabbed the flogging whip off the dresser. I grinned at her. "I wish I had set up that webcam." "Oh, you mean like this?" she gestured at her dresser, where her laptop was open. "Holy fuck, Hannah! I've created a monster!" I laughed. I felt another gush of moisture between my legs, thinking of watching the playback later with my boyfriend. Rob moaned, craning his neck to look at the computer. "That's right, fucker," I said, grabbing his hair to keep him staring at the camera. "I'm going to show this to Vinnie later. And if you don't start doing a better job at playing bitch, I might have to post this video online for all the pervs to watch. They'll laugh at you and jerk off watching you get pushed around by two hot bitches. Right, Hannah?" She nodded, and came near so she could do what she'd been waiting to do all night. "I think Rob is in a real attentive mood right now, Hannah. I bet you're feeling like a pretty good listener, aren't you, Rob?" I nudged him in the ass with the toe of my boot, and he grunted in anger. I smiled at Hannah. "Why don't you tell him what you want from now on, gorgeous? Tell him what you need from him." "I need you to take better care of me, Rob." She raised her arm and brought the leather tails of the whip down across his back, making him jump and cry out at the sudden pain. "Oh, shit," she murmured, looking up at me. "This is great." She raised her arm again, and Rob stiffened in anticipation but didn't move from his position at the foot of the bed. "I deserve to have an orgasm every time we have sex." She lashed at his back once more, harsh red marks appearing on his fair skin. I couldn't help glancing at the laptop webcam, teeth bared in joy and excitement. Wordlessly, she struck one final blow, then handed me the whip. She ran her fingers over the redness on his back, and I looked down, surprised at what I saw. "Hannah, look!" I pointed at his crotch. "Sit up straight, bitch," I ordered, and he complied. "Look, girl, your fucktoy enjoyed his whipping. What a fucking slut you have here, Hannah! Beatings make him hard! Just wait till he sees what comes next. Lay on the bed, Hannah." As Hannah lay back on the sheets, I bent to untie Rob's hands once more. I pulled the panties out of his mouth, and he looked up at me. "I think you've learned how to listen now, Rob. Tie your woman down to your bed." I watched as he buckled her ankles and tightened the straps enough so her knees could bend slightly. When he was adjusting the straps attached to her wrist cuffs, I told him to make them tight. When he was finished, he leaned forward to give her a kiss. "Love you," he murmured. She smiled up at him, and I let them have a moment. "Love you, too." "Okay, you have a seat in that chair, Rob." They both stared at me, and I had to suppress a giggle. Hannah had raised her head, but that was all she could do, tied down as she was. And Rob sat next to her on the bed, naked as the day he was born, with the exception of leather around his neck and wrists. "What a pretty picture you two make. It would be a great Facebook photo. I think you might call it 'awkwardly interesting,' Hannah," I teased. They both flushed, and I gestured at Rob to have a seat. They were obviously confused, so I answered the question that hung in the air. "Well how the hell do you think I'm going to teach Rob what he should be doing? By example, of course!" "No!" Hannah voiced in disbelief. "Oh, yes. We're all learning some things, tonight." She stared at me, mouth hanging slightly agape. Her neck must have started to hurt at that point, the way she was straining to look at me. "Holy fucking shit," Rob muttered. "Holy shit." He stared at me wide-eyed and hopeful, as though he didn't believe what I was insinuating. Many times, Hannah and I had joked about messing around, but it was just talk. His reaction almost made me smile, but I stared at him coldly. "Just because I unbound your hands and removed the gag, doesn't mean you can talk. Remember that you're still collared, bitch." The smile fell off his face and he averted his eyes, looking towards his wife. "Put that blindfold on Hannah, then sit down in the chair." Silently, he obeyed. I watched my friend's chest rise and fall rapidly as she lay shackled to the bed, unable to move more than a few inches, unable to see. Her hair was fanned out on the sheets, framing her face in a wild, dark halo. The transparent material of the chemise had gathered up around her hips, and I saw that Rob had done a good job tying her down. Her knees were turned in as she tried in vain to close her legs in modesty, and I noticed for the first time that she was shaved bare. Between her thighs, the bedding looked damp. My gaze flickered over to her husband. I knew he had been watching me look at his wife. He stared silently, and I looked back at Hannah. My heart pounded in my chest, and I imagined I could hear hers doing the same. I had always been curious what it would be like to touch another woman, and I was excited to find out. I raised my hand so that the strands of the whip would trail lightly across her skin. At first contact, she jumped, a small, surprised sound escaping her throat as I drew the leather up her thigh. "You seem to have forgotten the importance of foreplay, Rob," I said quietly as I stood next to the bed, running the ends of my flogger further up Hannah's trembling form. I smiled when I used the strips of hide to tease her nipples, which looked painfully erect. She whimpered softly, biting her lower lip. I glanced at Rob, whose gaze was riveted on his woman. I pulled my toy away from Hannah's body and leaned in to speak close to her ear. "I think there's something you want to ask for, but you're afraid, old friend." The room was silent with the exception of Hannah's rapid breathing. "Do you see what I'm seeing, Rob?" I caught his eye as I hovered over his supine wife. I brought my right knee up onto the bed and planted my hands on either side of her torso. "You need to appreciate the build-up, enjoy the tease, make her fucking beg for it." I looked down at my friend. "The only thing more beautiful than an aroused woman, is a woman in the throes of orgasm. Look at her, Rob. Her face and her neck flushed, rosy... chest heaving..." I brought my face close to her skin and inhaled. Reaching out with my left hand, I grabbed Rob by the back of the neck, pulling him close. "She even smells beautiful. Why rush through this? Look at everything you'd miss. Fuck, " I muttered, closing my eyes, my voice lowering to a near-whisper. "I can even smell how wet you are, Hannah, and it's turning me on." I was surprising myself, by how forward I was being, and by how aroused I had become. Their silence only spurred me on. I was totally getting off on running the show. "I think I know what you want, Hannah. I know what you want, because I want it, too. Does that make it easier for you to ask, then? Because you need to ask me, girl. I told you, we're all going to have a lesson tonight. Yours is learning to ask for what you want." "I..." she started, then bit her lip again, holding back. Bringing my face close to her body, I exhaled onto her neck, lips nearly kissing skin, then spoke softly into her ear. "You need to say it, or I'm not going to do it." I lifted my head so that I could look over at Rob, sitting obediently in his chair, though it was quite obviously killing him. "We're waiting on you, Hannah. Rob's cock looks like it fucking hurts," I giggled. "I know he wants to jerk off, watching us together, but he won't touch himself. He wants to fuck you. But I won't let him, until you're begging for it. I want you to beg me, girl. Tell me. Tell me what you want." "Your mouth," she whispered. "My mouth, where?" "My nipples," she breathed, barely audible. "I thought you'd never ask, bitch!" I laughed. I was enjoying the tease more than I thought I would. I wanted to make her crazy with lust. I took my left hand and with my nail, traced a circle around her right nipple, where the thin fabric was clearly showing her arousal. I saw her hands ball into fists as she pulled against her restraints, as though she wanted to grab my head and put my mouth exactly where she needed it to be. "Please," she whimpered. My eyes locked with Rob's as I wrapped my lips around the tight bud, sucking on Hannah's breast through the lingerie. My clit throbbed as I heard a tortured groan from Rob, his wife writhing beneath me, gasping, the lace becoming soaked with my saliva. I then went to work at her left breast, knowing that the wet material of the other cup would be making her nipple painfully hard as it cooled. I knew from past conversations that Hannah loved having her nipples stimulated. I released her left breast and sat back so that I could slowly pull the chemise up to expose her fair skin. I climbed over her body and licked her right breast, bringing my tongue teasingly near her areola. She wriggled beneath me as I suckled at her soft flesh. "Stop torturing me," she groaned through clenched teeth, arching her back as though trying to maneuver her more sensitive parts into my mouth. Ignoring her pleas, I moved my lips slowly across her skin, carefully avoiding the hardened nubs that seemed to scream for attention. Poised to wrap my lips around her left nipple, I paused to look up at Rob. When our eyes met, I curled a finger at him, then pointed at her right breast, indicating that he should join me. Soundlessly, he moved into position. Just as Hannah whimpered in frustration, her husband and I each took a breast into our hot mouths, making her cry out. I sucked hard, teased with my tongue, used my teeth. I imagined what it would be like to have a pair of mouths on me. Hannah was beside herself, squirming, gasping, moaning encouragement. There were moments when she seemed a lick away from orgasm. What would it be like when I ventured lower? I felt like I surely must have soaked through my panties and jeans. I was so incredibly aroused, wet and ready to be fucked, but that would wait until later. My need to explore the body of another woman had been a glowing ember in my curious mind, now stoked to flame, driving me forward without a care for my own release. What I wanted so badly, in those moments, was to hear her cum. Her skin was soft and warm beneath my lips as they blazed a trail across her stomach. I looked up to watch Rob kiss Hannah's neck tenderly. He turned his head to watch what I was doing, and suddenly I had a wicked idea. His eyes were hungry as I positioned myself between his wife's legs, placing my hands on the insides of her thighs so she was spread open before me. "You know something," I began, speaking between the kisses I planted on Hannah's inner thighs, letting my gaze once again meet that of her man. "If you're going to get to sit back and watch..." My lips swept over the crease where leg meets body, agonizingly close to her hot center. "...it's only fair that I get a little show, too." Rob was breathing through his mouth as I kissed Hannah's bare mound, her skin silky smooth. She tried to raise her hips, a soft "ohhhh" escaping her lips in her attempt at bringing her glistening folds up to my mouth. "Not yet, honey," I soothed her, holding her in place. I retrieved my whip from where it lay nearby, this time intending to use the opposite end. "It's obvious what your wife wants, Rob. And I know what you want, what you've wanted to see for a long time now. It's no secret." Ever so lightly, I ran the tip of the dildo across my friend's dripping entrance, my free hand flat across her thigh to keep her from squirming too much. I was loving the control of the tease, and I didn't want her trying to fuck herself with the toy until I was ready to let her, and ready to give her husband the most exciting show of his life. For years, he had talked about watching his wife and I together, quickly laughing it off as a joke, though I knew he was completely serious. I wanted to see how far he would go to see this fantasy unfold in his own bed. I would give him what he wanted, but I was going to make damn well sure he knew, the whole time, who was in charge. This was not a gift for him, but something I was doing for his wife that he was being given the chance to see. I wanted him to remember that tonight, he was still the bitch. And the act I was about to coerce him to perform, well, it wasn't just to maintain the upper hand. It was going to turn me on in a huge way, and not just because it would humiliate him. "Ohhhh God, please yes, you're driving me crazy," Hannah moaned as I drew the tip of my silicone cock up her pussy, between her open petals and slowly back and forth across her swollen clit, coating it in her juices. "Tell me, Rob, do you want to see me eat Hannah's pussy, as much as she wants me to do it?" I raised my arm, bringing the dildo nearer my face for effect, listening to her pant and whimper after I pulled it away from between her legs. "I know you want to see me taste her. Does she taste as good as she smells, Rob?" The wet tip of the toy was so tantalizingly close to my lips, I wanted a taste, I wanted to know what it would be like. I had tasted myself, many times, how different would the flavor of another woman be from my own? I would wait, though. I leaned forward, bringing my face closer to where Rob hovered over his wife's exposed breast. "If you want to see me lick your woman's cunt, there's a price for admission, bitch," I purred. I smiled, glancing at the webcam, then back at the shockingly, uncharacteristically speechless man inches from me, his mouth agape. He would do anything for me, in that moment, and I knew it. "Pull up her blindfold, she'll want to see this." Silently, he did as he was told. I held the toy out between us as Hannah lifted her head, her curiosity overwhelming the need burning between her legs for the time being. "Now, suck my dick, Rob," I said, grinning like the cheshire cat. "Tell me how she tastes. Suck her pussy off of my cock." I wondered if his jaw would snap shut at my demands, but amazingly, arousingly, he moved his face toward the dildo. A surge of pleasure quivered through my clit as his lips wrapped around the head tentatively. "Oh yeah," I moaned through my teeth. "You like that, don't you? Sucking her juices off my cock like a total fucking slut." I looked down at Hannah, who was craning her neck to watch with wide eyes. "I told you this was hot, watching a man suck dick. You didn't believe me." "Damn, baby, look at you," she murmured. Was that arousal, beneath the wonderment in her voice? As if in answer to the question in my mind, she suddenly hissed, "Suck it." Turning towards the laptop, I smirked at the camera. "What a good cock-sucker, eh?" I grabbed the back of his head as he got into it, his head moving forward and back. "Look at him go, Hannah! Like a cum hungry whore! God damn is that sexy," I cursed, watching eagerly as I pushed the dildo further into his mouth, one last time, before pulling it away from his face. "You didn't know you had it in you, huh?" I asked him before I let go of his hair. "We gotta get you a strap-on, Hannah," I said, winking at her before I moved back down the bed. "Then you can have Rob give you a blowjob." I lowered my face between her thighs. "Now, to hold up my end of the deal..." There I was, face to face with my best friend's nether regions. If I had a cock, it would have been straining against my jeans from all that had led up to this point, and all that lay before me. I slowly ran my tongue up her slit, savoring the flavor, different yet similar to my own. Reaching her clit, I flicked my tongue lightly, looking up to watch as she arched her back with a soft groan of pleasure. I lifted my head to peek at Rob, whose impressive erection looked almost painful, and I smiled when I caught a glimpse of him moving his hand away. He'd been stroking it. "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!" Hannah blurted, pulling at her restraints and looking down at me. Damn, this girl was growing a pair! I sucked gently on her pussy lips, then moved lower, slipping my tongue inside of her. In the course of our frank discussions about sex, I had been open about everything, including my penchant for all things anal. She insisted her ass was "exit-only," but I knew if she'd just give it a try she'd like a little gentle stimulation. What better time to try than when she's all lathered up and tied down? I placed my hands on the backs of her thighs, pushing them up and apart as much as the straps would allow, then moved my hands a little lower to hold her open for my eager mouth. I dove in, not wanting to give her time to protest, running my tongue over that sensitive pucker of skin. "Where are you go-oh-oh!" she exclaimed, her objection quickly turning into surprised exclamations of delight. She gasped and moaned as I speared my tongue into her tight hole, probing as deeply as I could, then moving in and out, fucking her. As I pulled my face away from her derriere, I had another glimpse of Rob tugging at himself, and I smiled as I retrieved my phallic-handled whip before returning to the task at hand, or tongue, as it were. With the tip of my tongue, I drew circles and figure eights around Hannah's swollen pleasure button, gradually applying more pressure as she squirmed beneath me. I lifted my head for a moment to watch her as I slid the dildo slowly inside of her. She was so wet, the toy slipped in and out noisily as I picked up the pace. I watched her breasts rise as her back lifted off the bed. Leaning in, I slid my tongue over her clit, then pulled away as she cried out. "Is there anything you'd like our bitch boy to do for you while I'm down here, Hannah?" She had her head pressed back into the mattress as she spoke. "Suck on my tits, baby," she panted as I brought my mouth back down to her pussy. I could tell when Rob got his lips around a nipple, because Hannah cried out and her pelvis bucked beneath me. "Fuckmefuckmefuckme..." she chanted, to my surprise and pleasure, so I redoubled my efforts, pulling her clit into my mouth, alternately sucking and flickering the tip of my tongue over it, as I pounded the silicone cock in and out of her pussy. My fingers were so wet I was glad for the leather strips on the end so I could keep my grip as Hannah barrelled toward a thrashing, howling climax. Pleasing Hannah After she came down from a truly beautiful orgasm, I crawled off the bed and stood. As Rob leaned over to kiss Hannah, I moved across the room to where Hannah had set up her laptop. "Show's over," I smiled into the camera before turning it off. The kissing was getting hot and heavy, so it was my cue to leave. I swatted at Rob's ass. "Have at it, stud," I said on my way out. Trotting down the porch stairs, I dialed Vinnie. When he answered, his greeting was garbled and unintelligible. "I'm on my way, and I'm fucking you whether or not you're awake. I'd prefer that you're conscious." It would be a long fifteen minute drive. I needed to be fucked in the worst way. I'd had enough BDSM for one evening, though as I drove I passed the time thinking of how Vinnie would look in his collar... A story for another time.