9 comments/ 20297 views/ 1 favorites Switching Places Ch. 01 By: Taniera The bed was sheathed in black satin sheets that slid like sin against his over-heated skin. The room was warm with walls a light and cool green. Tanner's hands were bound. his arms were splayed wide with nary an inch of play. His ankles were bound with legs splayed wide and hips elevated on a pillow. He was vulnerable to any and all ministrations deemed necessary by his beloved Mistress. The room was quiet, devoid of all sound except his quickened breathing and anticipatory heart beat thudding in his ears. His imagination ran wild with all Mistress could--no, would do to him today. When Mistress entered, slave-boy's greedy eyes feasted on the deep auburn hair tightly bound into a severe, single auburn braid that fell just below her waist, her butter soft black, leather corset that left her breasts exposed and lifted like an offering to the Gods. She wore a supple leather skirt that skimmed the tops of her muscular thighs and did nothing to hide the tops of the thigh high black silk stockings with the seam up the back...the seam that ran down long legs to wicked black stiletto heels that shone like mirrors. The room always seemed so much closer and smaller with Mistress in it. She wasn't big, but the presence about her said: business or hell, your choice. Behind her, Mistress pulled a large carryon style suit case on rollers. When opened, it was filled with custom dividers and organizers that held all the various tools that she would use. Briefly, she looked over the comfortable leather bonds that adorned slave-boy. His salt and pepper hair and his meticulous grooming told her volumes about the control he sought in life. The needy expression on his face told her that he hadn't found satisfaction in it. That was why they were here. They would seek the answers to who he truly was, and what his needs were. Assessing him as she went, Mistress continued to lay out her instruments of instruction, punishment, and reward. She watched as his eyes grew heavy lidded. They glittered with want. Her ruby lips and delicate brow quirked, he might not know exactly who he was, but she was betting he did know what he wanted, or thought he knew. She fine tuned the placement of her tools and watched carefully for his reactions to each. She made mental notes here and there on the ones that seemed to hold his interest or fear. After all, she'd hardly be a good Mistress if she didn't know both, what pleased, and displeased her willing subject. Mistress finally pulled a blind fold from her traveling chest of wondrous torture. Abruptly his world was dark, and a little disconcerting. His breathing quickened along with his pulse, and a noticeable shiver ran through him as he felt the nerve endings throughout his body leap to increase their input--covering for his loss of eye sight. Sensitized, a case of the nerves made him begin to wonder: What if she wouldn't stop? Would it be pleasure or pain with her? Would he care when or if the pain came? Slave-boy jerked when he felt her soft, sweet and warm breath in his ear. She whispered, "Your safe-word is avalanche. Say it!" "Avalanche!" Slave-boy's voice broke, hoarse and rusty sounding. "Your safe-word must only be used if you are unable to bear what is being done." She cautioned. "Be careful in it's use! Should you use it, the session will end. That will be the last interaction you have with me as your Mistress. You can let me know you are close to your edge of endurance by telling me 'yellow light' and I will know to keep you at that level or lower until we've talked or built your endurance and broadened your threshold of pleasure and pain." She smoothed the hair back from his forehead and then said, "You are not to talk unless directly told to answer. Nods or head shakes will be your reply unless told to speak. You will always reply respectfully using my title 'Mistress', then give your response, then thank me, your Mistress for allowing you to respond. You are not to come without permission, if you do..." Here she trailed off squeezing his ass cheek firmly letting him know it wouldn't be pleasant then continued, "You will be brought to the edge of release and let down just as many times. There will be no release during that round. Do you understand?" Slave-boy nodded. With pleased murmur and a soft kiss to his temple, Mistress raised herself and set about testing slave-boy 's limits. First, she plied a downy soft feather so lightly that at first, he thought he only imagined the touches hardening his nipples, down his underarms. Then she lightly brushed his semi-erect shaft and his world shifted on its axis. His whole body lurched against his restraints. She always loved to torment freshly shaved balls and cocks with feathers because they were so damned sensitive. From the looks of it, he'd done a first rate job of grooming his nether regions and groin. She was already slick and wet between her thighs, at the thought of such a proud, fine man with such authority willingly submitting to her. It was hellaciously good to be Mistress. Slave-boy was a fine, muscular man who reeked of authority and power. Here, he wanted her to be in charge. He wanted to give himself over and allow someone to release him from the daily drudgery of commanding stuffed shirts, tiresome meetings, and courtrooms that did nothing but waste time. He was all hers for the next four hours and she was going to see that he ran the gamut of pleasure and pain. He would see need and satisfaction, fulfillment and relief. Slave-boy would be tired and sore as hell, but he'd remember this day for the rest of his life--always with a shiver and a smile. Switching Places Ch. 02 Mistress loved watching the play of muscle and sinew beneath slave-boy's bronzed, satin skin as he writhed against the bonds. There wasn't a bit of hair on him anywhere except his head. Before she'd put the blind fold on him, she saw that he had glorious grey and stormy eyes that promised a well of pleasure and emotion. His impressive cock was all rigid steel and pleasure tightened balls. At last, knowing his body was fully sensitized to even the slightest stimulation, she lay the feather aside. She paused in her work until she saw he'd grown restless. He was wondering if she'd left the room, or if she was just merely watching him as he continued to writhe and pant. She smiled, wicked and with determination to stun this fabulous man. She reached over to a bowl of ice that had been placed there earlier by room service and selected a cube. She trailed her fingernails lightly up his body from the soles of his feet, past the sensitive insides of his thighs, over sensitive hip bones and up to his chest. A startled yelp escaped him as she laid the ice cube against one tightly beaded flat man nipple and watched the flesh pucker even more with the added cold. Quickly, she trailed it across his chest and treated the other nipple to the same, murmuring more to herself than to him that all things should be treated fair and equal. When his nipples were satisfactory nubs, she tossed the ice back in the bowl and picked up the clamps and hooked first one, then the other to his nipples. He groaned at the shooting pleasure/pain that went straight to his groin. She adjusted the clamps until they were tight enough to suit her and remind him they were there. She carefully watched his body language for the signs that the bite was just right. To test it, she tweaked the chain and at his shout then groan she nodded, moving on. He wasn't sure what she would do next, where she would touch, or if it would bite or soothe or arouse. Slave-boy's mind was whirled trying to imagine what would come next. Oh God! She was suckling his earlobe and licking it, now nipping! Finally she began soothing the sting with her tongue. As she nuzzled at his ear he could feel her, soft and warm breath as it brushed against his sweat dampened flesh. His skin erupted in goose flesh. While worrying his ears, she gave the chain that connected his swollen, hot nipples a tweak that hurt almost as much as it sent nearly orgasmic throbs of pleasure down his turgid shaft. Never in a million years had he imagined that torturing his nipples could be so hotly, wicked and decadent. With a final soft kiss to his earlobes, she went down the other side of his body trailing her sharp nails down his chest, across his ripped stomach, across the top of his groin, just missing his cock, and down to the sole of his other foot. Slave-boy wanted inside that tight little cunt of hers so bad he could taste it...he'd love nothing better than to see her legs splayed out heels and thigh high hose still in place flailing under the thoroughly hard fucking he'd give her. He wondered if she was wet from what she did, did it excite and tease her to have a powerful man at her whim and pleasure? He'd beg to lick her sweet cream to be sure and love every second of her sweet, bald pussy covering his face. She'd rock and smother him until she shuddered and gushed her juices into his starving mouth all over his greedy tongue. He'd lick and suck her as if she were the most delectable candy. One to be savored every second. He licked his lips in anticipation of his fantasy. He felt her hot, wet mouth at the insteps of his feet. No one had ever played with his feet, not orally, and not in a sexual manner. Holy shit did it feel good! His legs twitched involuntarily as did his turgid cock. It made sense now, a full pedicure had been on the list of preparations he had to complete before entering this room for his session today. By God, his hammer-like cock would drive a twelve inch spike into a block of iron and was unabashedly oozing precum. He could feel it bead up and trail down his cock, a solitary drip that cooled as it slid down him and glistened with promise. Clucking her tongue, Mistress admonished slave-boy for allowing such precious fluid to go to waste. His chest heaved in a sharp intake as she moved slowly up his thighs licking, suckling along the way at all the tender flesh until she was completely between his legs. She used the pad of her fingertip to slowly wipe his tearing cock's juice from him. He heard her hum of satisfaction as her lips gave a loud smack, signaling she'd tasted him and found him delicious. He moaned and his cock twitched and jerked at the simple touch. Waiting was torture, and he'd bet he had to wait longer before getting what he wanted. Hell, he was so hot now, even if he came, he doubted that once would be enough to deflate his hot, swollen dick. Her warm, moist mouth continued to move along slave-boy's flesh, as she nipped and licked, and sucked her torturous path up past the insides of his knees, then the insides of his now trembling thighs, damn she had him like putty. He'd do anything--agree to anything now to get relief. Her fingers began stroking his ball sack. It was tight and full, aching to release its burden. His balls were smooth, devoid of any hair since that too had been on his list of preparations, fully denuded body. Now he understood why. It wasn't because she didn't want to deal with his hair in her teeth. It was also about his absolute pleasure. The added perception and sensations of skin that had no barriers was novel and one lesson he'd take with him forever. Her lovely mouth was everywhere on his groin except devouring his cock like he prayed she would. He was going to be insane. He'd be a babbling, insane idiot if she didn't take his cock soon and swallow him whole. Laughing at his now silently begging body, she nuzzled at his balls. Then her seductive, throaty voice asked him, "Will you take a plug here for me? You may speak." She gently slid a slick finger across his tight, virginal pucker. "Y..yes Mistress, thank you for offering." slave-boy stuttered. He hadn't thought his cock could get harder, but it'd just made a liar out of him. He was a little scared of her sticking something in his ass...but what she was doing was driving him fucking nuts and he'd agree to anything to rush things along. Her movements tortured him as she lazily reached up and gently tugged his nipple chain. His hips bucked wildly and his mind seized up as the pleasure from the nipples shot to his balls that were being lovingly sucked by her hungry mouth. Slave-boy whimpered a brief protest, but stoically held his tongue when she moved from between his legs. From her case, Mistress removed a large bottle of self warming lubricant and a smallish anal stimulating wand, and a medium sized plug. He couldn't see her, could only guess what she was rummaging for, and he was sweating with need and nervous anticipation. He'd always heard that prostate stimulation was incredible. Now that he was so revved and couldn't take care of it, he'd agreed to her request. It freed him somehow, like it'd been taken out of his hands. She'd driven him to a need that transcended all his fears and anxiety. His only fear now was that she would wrap her lips around his cock and he'd shoot off like a school boy before she could properly pay homage to the wonderful job she'd done working him up to such a fine, hard, and needy display. Slave-boy heard a cap flip open on what he assumed was lubricant. Thank God! While twisted and sadistic, Mistress wasn't cruel. Then he felt her kneel back between his legs again a swift hot lick up his shaft sent his cock jerking, madly seeking the solace it sensed mere inches away. While his cock continued to spasm, he felt the cool press of a thoroughly slicked toy vibrating against the anal pucker and he jumped. Holy crap did it feel good. She hadn't entered him yet, was merely tickling the sensitive outer ring with the wand as his hips rocked madly in an thwarted attempt to thrust at anything. His whole body tensed then relaxed as her deviant mouth distracted him from the anal stimulation she was teasing him with. She kept him guessing where on his cock or balls he'd feel her tongue or hot suction next. He was going mad. He came unglued at the sensation of the wand slipping into his ass. She continued to press into him even as she systematically and thoroughly wet his cock with her mouth and tongue. He cried out as she hit the hot button inside him, she paused and stroked short little strokes over and around that sweet spot. The heady pleasure spot he'd only read about before now was indeed fact. Slave-boy's breath came in tortured gasps. With no warning, she slid the wonderful wand from him and this time he protested not that it was entering, but that it was leaving him. Just as he was about to verbalize his wish to continue the gentle probing, he felt another cool and thicker tipped device vibrating against his trembling pucker. He rocked his hips up in eager acceptance. Trust that she would care for him and see to his pleasure flooded him. As he pressed up, she pressed in with the mildly vibrating plug. While it was wider, he was no longer anxious and fearful of it. Slave-boy's tight ring relaxed and opened over it while he breathed out a sigh of relief that once again, that lovely spot she'd helped him discover was being stimulated. The widest part of the plug passed the muscled ring with a sudden plop. Mistress swallowed his cock whole at the same time. He felt the muscles in her delicate throat milk him and swallow around his cock. Her hum of pleasure at him filling her mouth to overflowing vibrated through his cock hot and sweet. Slave-boy's hips could shift a little, and as she sucked her way back up his screaming shaft, her quick little tongue flickered along the underside of the sensitive ridge that ran around the head of his pleasure ridden rod. He could feel the beginnings of his most wild and untamed orgasm of his long life. Mistress suckled at the tip of him then strongly pulled back down to the root of him. She swallowed around him as he entered her throat. When she sensed his hot seed boiling in his balls about to shoot long strings, she gently tugged the nipple clamp chain and tweaked the plug as she continued to swallow around him. His whole body bowed up, the veins popped out on his neck and forehead and he screamed with the hardest climax he'd ever been given. Her little moans as she drank him down greedily gave him hope that she'd allow him one more fantasy, that of licking her till she begged for him to stop, then pounding her pulsing, weeping sheath so hard her teeth would rattle and all she'd be able to do is scream helpless with pleasure as he'd just done. When Mistress milked slave-boy of every precious drop of come, she slid up his body and gently kissed him. She released the plug. Then slowly removed the nipple clamps, then took off his blind fold. One by one, she unbound the leather manacles that had tethered him to the bed. Sighing happily that she'd done her job well, she lay against him contended that all was right in the world at that one moment in time. "Happy anniversary honey, I can't wait for the next 20 years!" After a quick shower, with lots of tender stroking and kissing, the couple climbed into bed and made slow, passionate love before falling deeply asleep. When he came to, he was bound once more to the bed, his wife standing over him in yet another black, studded outfit of the softest leather. The skin covering hers snugged to her curves and revealed her excited nipples thrusting up against the material, the divot of her naval, and the slight rounding where her mound stood out. Today she was wearing 'fuck me' thigh high leather boots that molded sinfully to her thighs and made a man want to weep. Switching Places Ch. 03 "Honey, why am I tied again?" Mike asked. "I thought we were done with the scene?" "I'm sure, since you were there, you'll remember the small matter of speaking and coming without permission?" Her voice was harsh, Mistress voice. A fission of fearful excitement ran down his spine. "Two things I'm unable to allow to go unpunished. If you're very good, I'll allow you to come by lunch time today. If you are not, you'll remain here until supper--longer if you continue to struggle with your lesson." Bree's face was stern. Mike knew at that moment, he'd better not say one word. If Mistress said they'd be there a few hours or all day, she meant it. Slave-boy would have to grit his teeth through this and make it. To keep himself sane, he decided to begin plotting his revenge. Her husband's muscle was twitching in his jaw again. It made her just a touch nervous. He'd deal with it and live, but would she? Slave-boy'd be screaming in pleasure in a little bit. Hopefully he'd forget all about being punished for something she'd pushed him into. She smiled, yes, some days, it was very good to be Mistress. She opened her bag and began to lay out an array of toys that interested her today. She leaned over him and gave him a long, slow and torturous kiss good morning. She smiled and nibbled on his ear. "Relax honey! Be good and it'll be a short day." Groaning partly from the kiss and heated words his wife whispered, partly from morning wood. Slave-boy resolutely said nothing. She laughed. "Good boy! I thought I'd have you. Let's see what we can do for your reward hmm?" With that, her hands glided down and grasped his steel length and tugged gently on him a couple of times. "Oh, now this just won't do! I can't have you so worked up you can't think about what I'm going to do to you." She said evilly. Mistress climbed onto the bed and began giving him head. She sucked and moaned while slurping around his cock. At the base of his shaft, her tongue slipped out farther and laved against his tightening sac. His muscles corded and bunched as they danced in time to her mouth and tongue. One hand slipped under his sack and began stroking him and squeezing until his thoughts centered around one thing only, coming. His toes curled as he felt his climax boiling up from the base of his spine. "Mistress, permission to speak?" he asked. "Speak." she said barely taking time to let go of his cock. "Please Mistress may I come?" he pleaded. "No. Hold." She said shortly. Slave-boy's breath came in harsh pants now. She doubled her efforts when he began to try and marshal his control. After a few more minutes, he knew he was in trouble if she didn't allow him to come. "Mistress may I speak?" He asked again. "Speak." She said tersely. "Mistress, may I please come? I'm rapidly approaching the point of no control Mistress and I'm afraid I will fail you." Slave-boy was desperate to get through to her that he was done with this round. "Come!" Mistress took pity on him and deep throated his cock to the base he could feel her nose buried in his groin just before she began a swallowing motion. He screamed loudly as he came, "Thank you Mistress!" "Very good slave." She said pleased. "You were very tasty too." "May I speak Mistress?" he asked still hoarse from his climax seconds earlier. "Speak," she said. "Thank you Mistress for my lesson and my climax." Slave-boy said humbly. She was no dummy! He was hoping for early release for good behavior. She narrowed her eyes at him. "If you can give me three orgasms in forty five minutes, I'll consider giving you one more climax and then giving you freedom, assuming you behave." She said knowing he'd never been able to do it before. "Mistress's pleasure would be an honor for me to give. May I be released in order to better serve her pleasure?" Slave-boy was eager to have his face full of her. Nothing tasted quite like naked wife early in the morning. Mistress pulled out an egg timer and set it on the bedside table. Then began releasing his restraints. Once released, he knelt at her feet and waited while she set the timer. Promptly, slave-boy, tore the crotch over her suit aside and began placing kisses all over her soft, bare, lust pinked mound. Mistress' hands clutched his thick hair and tugged him in close as she hissed at him. "Yes! Lick me, bite me, suck me, fuck me with that sweet tongue of yours!" She widened her legs farther apart so he could have greater access. She wobbled slightly in her excitement and immediately he wrapped one arm around her with his hand resting on her soft as silk ass. His fingers dug into her just slightly in a kneading motion. Abruptly Slave-boy stopped and gently pushed her back onto their bed. She eagerly spread herself wide for him. He fell to his knees again and pulled her hips to the edge then shoved her legs up around her ears. She shrieked when his tongue delved and flickered over her sensitive anus. It was winked it's excitement with each wet pass. Slave-boy flickered back up her slit to tease her depths. He swirled the outer rim of her weeping slot and nipped at the full and pouty lips that tried to hide her from him. When he plunged his tongue deep then just as rapidly flicked his tongue up and over her swollen clit, she came unglued coming with bursts of light behind her eyes. He smiled. That's one he thought. Slave-boy nipped and teased her mound and tight little anal star until she was wildly ordered him to get her off again. He gave her no warning he simply opened his mouth on her and sucked in her clit hard. As he suckled he made sure to slide his tongue along the entire length of her aching bud. When her hips began to buck against his wicked mouth, he rammed three blunt fingers up her channel and pumped hard as he increased the intensity of his suction. Mistress shattered into his mouth and hand. That's two he thought to himself smugly. He glanced at the timer. He had one to go and thirty minutes to do it in. Roughly, he pulled her cheeks apart and opened her wide to his ministrations. He almost chuckled at her startled intake of breath at the sudden increased sensation that being spread wide to almost an uncomfortable level brought. This time he started rimming her more insistently, his tongue pressing into her at odd intervals. She began to whimper with excitement. She loved a good reaming, and she was obviously due for one. Especially after her little cocky stunt of waking him tied a second time to the bed--ot that he was complaining about how she'd alleviated his morning wood. Slave-boy finally decided her sensitive and plumped up clit was recovered enough for an occasional rub of his thumb while he continued to worry and tease her back canal. He knew if he got her off like this, she'd beg him to take her ass and then say later it was her way of allowing him to come. He'd just be damned sure to put his cock ring on first or he'd never have the control he needed to both wait for permission and make her beg him for release. His tongue became ever more insistent as it pushed into her tiny pink hole. He never got tired of sticking his cock into her. Twenty years hadn't dimmed the effect of watching his cock head force its way past her tight little ring. Slave-boy nipped and sucked at the soft globes that rose on either side of her anal rim. He was careful to keep her spread wide and extra sensitive. He began thumbing her clit and inner pussy walls continuously while he sped up his tongue. Her head began to whip back and forth as she fought to stave her climax off for just a bit more. Suddenly her body went still and rigid as she flew over the edge. "Fuck my ass slave-boy! Fuck it good and you're' off the hook for the day!" She swore to him. He grabbed for his cock ring and lube. He placed the uncomfortable ring around his painfully hardened cock, then added a few drops of desensitizing gel to the tip of his cock for good measure then lubed over his entire length as well as applying a generous amount to her ass. Mistress deserved the ass fucking he would give her. Slave-boy wanted to be sure it lasted, so she wouldn't forget who owned what. Once prepared. Her moans told him she was more than ready for action. He decided though to take his time and make her wait for it. When her hips began to meet his finger thrusts, he added more lube, drizzled some into her crease, then added another finger. He watched her hands clutch open and closed as the pleasure bit at her then slowly began pumping her again. Then he added a third finger and her body began to shake. Out of patience, slave-boy withdrew his fingers from her and rolled her to her hands and knees. Keening now, Mistress needed this as badly as he did. He set his slick, swollen cock head against her hole. She groaned and pushed back against him while he pushed forward. He pulled back before he penetrated her because he wanted to saver the delicious feel of her ass swallowing his cock--watch her ass sucking him in. He grabbed her hips holding her still then began a slow, inexorable push into her hot ass. Her head dropped against the cool sheets and she moaned in bliss. Once seated balls deep in her ass, he paused. Despite the cock ring and desensitizing gel, he was still too close to blowing a gasket. Holy fuck she was tight. It must be the multiple climaxes right before jamming his cock up her ass. He felt her muscles working at him, coaxing his desperate dick to begin taking her. He withdrew painfully slowly until he could almost see the head of his cock then thrust brutally back into her. His thrusts came hard and furious after that. His balls slapped at her with each reaming thrust. He let go of her ass and allowed her to thrust back against him in counter rhythm once more and buried his hands in her hair then tugged her up so her back was against his chest and dropped down to his heels and sat her on his cock. He slid one hand from her fiery main to hold her close and pinched and rolled her nipple. She was close, he could feel it. The tight muscles milking him were getting more insistent, and clamped down on him tighter and tighter. Suddenly he knew they were both at the edge. "Mistress may I speak?" He bit at her earlobe as he asked. "Speak." she said, hoarse from need. "May I come please Mistress?" Fiercely, he bit down on her neck and she screamed again. "COME!" He shuddered and jerkily thrust into her faster and faster until he surged deep and shot his molten cream into her still spasming ass. He stroked her back and hips as he lay his head on her shoulder. He said nothing just held her and stroked her. Still quivering, she let the game come to an end. "You're free. Well done." Mistress said softly. Tenderly, Mike withdrew from Bree's abused back side. Together they showered and talked lazily over room service. It was shaping up to be a spectacular anniversary week's vacation. Switching Places Ch. 04 Consciousness came to Bree face down on a rumpled bed of cool satin sheets. Her limbs were stretched and secured spread eagle with her hips propped up on a wedge that exposed her entire nether region to easily accessible exposure. Coarse, very large, very warm hands caressed her silken skin gently with a hot mouth following their path. The attention elicited a low groan. "Honey?" She asked, "Why am I face down and staked out like a sacrificial lamb?" The low rough chuckle rumbled through her with a sudden start. That wasn't her husband's chuckle, and the laughter came from the mouth tracing lines on her back. In fact, the mouth was tantalizingly near her fabulously rounded cheeks, in the divot just above where the cleft began. Trying not to panic, "Mike? This isn't funny! This isn't something we agreed to!" From various positions across the room a camera clicked and whirred. Her husband's voice reassured her smoothly, "No, but it is something we fantasized about and discussed. Consider it a bonus and paybacks of a sort." "Paybacks," she asked? "Yeah, if you get to do extra scenes, so do I. This is one of your fantasies that has plagued my nights more than once for want of it to happen," he explained. The mouth and fingers grew more daring and ever closer towards her most vulnerable places and she couldn't control her shivers. Her body acquiesced even if her mind hadn't completely been able to bend around the concept just yet. A set of teeth nipped her ass cheek. "Stop it," came the firm demand with just as firm a smack to her ass from a large, warm hand. "You're thinking way to hard," a very familiar masculine voice told her. Thick, and blunt fingers delved into her open and glistening folds. They danced along her nerve bundles and teased the smooth, petal soft lips of her denuded sex. "If I'd have known you were this sexy, and this open minded, I would have approached you two about being an addition to your play a long time ago sweetness," he finished. "Jonas!" Bree gasped in mortification, "Oh my God! I'm so embarrassed! What has Mike told you about our fantasies?" Bree groaned as his tongue flirted with her petite rear pucker. She couldn't help the slight shift of her hips into his fingers and mouth and felt his welcoming growl as her arousal began to freely flow over his fingers. He greedily dipped his tongue into her honey and continued to tongue torture her alternately between her sweet taint and her weeping love tunnel. "He's told me how you've fantasized about me, how you wished to have two men worship your body until you are mindless and passed out from pleasure overload," Jonas taunted her. "He's told me how you want to swallow my cock in every orifice until my mark is as indelible on you as his is." Bree's moans were all the answer he needed to confirm what Mike had told him of her fantasies. "Oh God! I'm coming," she cried. Immediately his fingers stilled and his tongue withdrew completely from her straining, passion slicked, flesh. Her growl of frustration was fierce. Had she been free, it might have proved dangerous. She was as she put it, 'staked out' and at Jonas' mercy completely though. The muscles beneath the surface of her skin twitched madly with need, but he stayed still until the twitching and weak attempts at bucking ceased. When Bree's ardor cooled slightly, she rasped, "You do know that paybacks are always a true bitch?" Outright laughter met her outraged claim of revenge. Jonas delighted in driving her up repeatedly to the edge of ultimate release only to let her fall again. She was foaming at the mouth by the time he began working self warming oils into her small pink rear hole. "Mmm. It's going to feel so good shoving my pierced, cock up your ass Princess! I'm going to enjoy dislodging that corn cob," Jonas exclaimed squeezing her ass cheeks then drawing them uncomfortably apart and firing up all those delicious nerves. "You for that close-up penetration shot Mike?"