1 comments/ 121885 views/ 6 favorites Pushing Limits By: AlanaAllyn This is my story, my version of events Alana has written about in the past. Relaxing one day, Alana asked me, as a voyeur, just what had turned me on most, what I would like to see, how far into fantasies I would like to delve. She allowed my mind to drift, as she recounted snippets from our exploits so far. My very vivid visualisation was the first time someone had touched her intimately in my presence. That was Rob, when the double massage she was receiving slowly drifted through sensuality to eroticism. I reminisced how I felt when the massage was drawing to a sensual end; she was on her back and we were squatting each side of her, massaging her calves and thighs, her knees slightly raised and slightly spread. We were still fully clothed, and to date the massage had been only slightly erotic a couple of times; when we massaged her bottom, our hand movements would occasionally coincide and spread her cheeks enough for a glimpse of her lips. Now, in tandem we moved upwards along her inner thighs, we allowed her knees to drop onto our legs as we ventured higher. This left her in a really vulnerable position, but Alana must have been totally relaxed, and seemed oblivious that she was stark naked, spread legged on her back, her moist pussy fully visible, even opening slightly at the end of a stroke. I remember feeling nervous; this hadn't been in the plans, and while we had played with fantasies during love making, we hadn’t really discussed a serious liaison with another guy. But I was curious to see how far Rob and I would be allowed to venture before she realised her situation. I also remembered wondering how far I thought I would let Rob go; so far he had not strayed to close, he was non-threatening, allowing me to show Alana to him. She did have a nice pussy, especially when shaven, the slit nicely closed unless I "accidentally" moved the lips apart. Rob seemed transfixed by it; his gaze rarely left the area, apart from the occasional glance to see if Alana was still OK, and the occasional thankful smile in my direction. As desire to journey into the unknown became stronger than my nervousness, I traced a finger along her lips, just venturing inside, encouraging her to move her knees a little wider. On one stroke, my left hand pulled back the hood to reveal her pleasure button. Her lovely pussy was open and available. I winked at Rob, and silently invited him to become more intimate. Following my lead, Rob stroked her inner thighs, heading towards her pussy. I remembered felling very nervous; my heart was in my mouth, as his palms spread Alana’s lips, pausing to hold them open for a moment. Adrenalin overriding my nerves, I continued playing with her bud while he explored her opening, even inserting one or two fingers right inside her. Alana seemed oblivious to how vulnerable she was, still totally relaxed as we gently prodded and poked and stimulated her bud and flowing pussy. But I felt safe, as we were still fully clothed, hey, it’s nothing more than a bit of erotic stimulation for Alana, some naughty pleasure for Rob, and a bit of voyeurism for me. That’s when Alana must have had a reality check, her eyes opened, and for a moment she just stared blankly at us, blinking in the soft light, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings; her legs spread and a mass of fingers exploring her. I had thought that that would be the end, as we had already gone much further than we had ever imagined. Rob & I paused, expecting an end to our fun, me somewhat relieved, excited, but unsure if I could handle another man inside Alana. Rob I think was disappointed that he may not be able to venture further. I put myself in his position, and knew I would have loved to have “gone the distance.” Then Alana broke the silence, “Hey, how come I’m the only one naked” Obeying without thinking, Rob and I stripped, and obediently squatted back beside Alana, both of us wondering for different reasons what would happen now. Then Alana reached for us, and proudly held a penis in each hand, like trophies. It felt like I was there, but not there, watching as Alana squeezed and played with our cocks; I felt mine twitch as I noticed Rob’s growing larger by the moment. She rolled slightly to lick the pre cum from his tip, running her tongue around his knob, then made him shudder as the point of her tongue stimulated the “eye of the snake.” Already he had firmed considerably. Slowly, she allowed her lips to take in his complete knob; I knew from blowjobs I had received that she would be sucking what she could from his tip. I gasped as she proceeded to swallow his hardening penis, occasionally pulling her head back slowly, stretching his length. I felt my cock twinge again, then a pang of jealousy; wow, was I really witnessing this? A real live blue movie, and with my wife as the star. But I was excited as well, laying beside them, propped on my elbow, being the voyeur as Alana tongued his balls, licked his length, kissing and sucking, bringing him to full size. I must have been lost in this myriad of emotions and visualisations, enhanced by the obvious effects of a few wines and a few joints. I watched, totally mesmerised as she pushed him backwards, still holding his cock with one hand. She lay on her side between his legs, casually stroking his length, watching Rob’s expressions change as she teased; her head turned towards me, our eyes met, she was smiling as she suggestively ran her tongue around her lips. I blew a kiss her way, stroked my erection, raised my eyebrows and winked, a subtle message to let her know that all was well. Keeping eye contact with me, she reached her tongue towards his eye, flickering it over and around his knob for a while, before proceeding to swallow as much of him as she could. (she told me later that knowing that I was watching added to her pleasure) Rob seemed blissfully unaware of the interaction between Alana & me, lost in the pleasure of my wife expertly bringing him to a peak; I did wonder if my presence enhanced his pleasure as well; it would for me I thought, if I was lucky enough to get a head job from a mates wife. All a sudden, Alana stopped abruptly, and with a quick kiss to his knob muttered “not yet” and crawled up his body to straddle him, her pussy squashing his erection against his stomach. After a few hip gyrations to moisten his pole she dropped her mouth to Rob’s ear and whispered something to him. It wasn’t hard to work out what she had whispered; as she raised her self and reached between her legs for his cock, his hands pulled her cheeks apart allowing me to watch her hand place his knob at her entrance, the tip just resting inside. I recall thinking what an erotic scene I was witnessing, until I became aware of Alana looking at me. She was looking for a “go ahead” sign I guess, waiting for my OK before venturing further. Her body was arched at 45 degrees; a perfect angle to take Rob I thought, watching as he tried to push himself inside, and he was marginally succeeding, as from time to time, he managed to get his knob in before Alana lifted herself again. Alana brought me back to reality “does my voyeur husband want more” I too had a firm erection, and was stroking myself as I answered, “Yes, No, Yes; wow, it turns me on, but I’m not sure if my trembling is excitement, fear, jealousy or what.” She smiled, “But I’ve already given him oral”, and right now he’s partly inside my pussy, what’s another inch or so matter.” “Strange”, I thought, having a conversation with my wife, while she straddles a virtual stranger, his cock knocking at her entrance. She lent forward, obviously whispering in Rob’s ear. I wasn’t left wondering for too long; Rob’s hands slowly stroked down her back, across her bottom till his fingers were lined up along the crease. Then he slowly pulled her cheeks wide apart, allowing his knob to slip inside slightly more. This time they both looked my way, as though bit by bit they were testing me, seeing how far they could take it before I begged them to stop. I thought, “The bastards, they are deliberately slowing the pace down” They were extending that moment of uncertainty. His knob by now was more in than out, and I know she was giving him a pussy muscle massage; my cock twitched in my hand with that thought; Alana works those muscles well. It must have got too much for Rob, he pushed upwards, managing to get half way in. Alana held him there for what seemed to be an eternity but in reality was probably only a moment. She didn’t wait for my OK, and dropped a little more, then, with a smile and a moan, impaled herself on him, his full length disappearing inside her. She sat still for a moment, feeling his firmness filling her. “Come and kiss me” she demanded. We locked in a passionate kiss. She whispered, “I can feel his cock pulsing, can I take him, he won’t last long” and started rocking her hips, searching for the right angle. “Only if I can watch” I said, as I broke away, and squatted at Rob’s feet, a perfect view of his tight balls, all that I could see, until she got into a slow rhythm, raising and lowering her butt. As she would lift, his exiting cock dragged her lips with it, almost allowing him to pop out, would pause for a second, then sink onto him again, forcing the lips back inside, massaging his length as she did so. Sometimes, on her upward movement, he would thrust upwards, his cock unwilling to lose contact with her nice warm and moist pussy. I could see his ball sack shrinking, and knew he was preparing to cum. Another pang, the boundaries were continually being shifted. New territory was being discovered moment by moment, I was fascinated watching my wife’s pussy take on Rob’s length, but did I really want him to cum inside her? Well, I knew he would want to cum; I definitely would if I had his opportunity. Alana must have realised he was close, and stopped her movements, lying on his chest, calming him. It was a lovely sight, I thought, Alana laying on Rob, his cock half inside her, and what was outside her pussy, was glistening with her juices. Rob looked towards me, first time we had had eye contact for some time, maybe he was a little embarrassed with me watching my wife fuck him, while I had avoided eye contact, afraid of seeing him have too much pleasure with my wife. His hands stroked down her back, resting momentarily on her bottom, then he gently spread her cheeks, giving me not only a better view of her pussy being half filled, but her cute little “button hole” was also visible. I crept forward and took over stroking her bottom, moistened a finger and pressed it at the entrance. I heard her say, “Please, not there” I knew she didn’t like anal sex, so continued massaging her back and thighs, watching as her bottom clenched from time to time, knowing she was using her pussy muscles to massage & milk Rob’s cock. My jealousy was overcoming my excitement, knowing the pleasure he would be receiving. Enough, I wanted to be the one getting that sort of treatment, not the guest. But I couldn’t ask him to stop; that probably wouldn’t be cool. Then a weird thought hit me, I wondered if it was possible for her pussy to take two cocks at the same time. As she was still lying on Rob, the angle was possible. I pulled her cheeks apart slightly, and inserted a finger, then ran it down Rob’s cock to his balls. I had never touched another man’s private parts, so took the opportunity to fondle him. I rested a hand on her back, and the other guided my erection towards her pussy. I rested my tip on Robs cock, right at her entrance. The first push failed, and slipped out of position, the second attempt was successful, and felt my knob slip inside her extremely tight hole. This was a strange feeling, I’d never felt a pussy so tight, and the pleasure experienced by the sensitive underside of my cock resting along Rob’s length was indescribable. We couldn’t move to much, difficult to stay “in touch”, but Alana somehow reached between her legs, finding our ball sacks, holding them together; my cock twitched, and I’m sure I felt Rob’s twitch in response, it really was quite comfortable. I could see it was getting too much for Rob, his eye’s were closed, his mouth open, gasping, as he started to come;, I could feel his cock, squashed hard against mine, pulsing as he came. I thought, “You bastard, you weren’t supposed to do that” as his warm jism filled what little space there was in her pussy, then my orgasm overwhelmed me; I pushed hard into Alana, forcing her off Rob’s cock, (and that was no accident, I wanted his cock OUT of my wife.) before grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto my lap, holding her against me as I came. It was such a powerful orgasm; I forgave myself for letting things go as far as they had. After we disentangled, Rob went to fix some drinks. He returned to find me laying back on a cushion with Alana sucking me back to size. Although we Rob & I had both ejaculated, Alana it seemed, was only just beginning. He made himself comfortable on a cushion at our feet, obviously a perfect vantage point to watch Alana, who by now was fully aware of her surroundings and obviously seeking more frolics. She moved onto her knees, leaving herself wide open so that he could view her creamy pussy. I was amazed at the depravity we had unleashed. Alana, although she played imaginary bedroom games with me, had never really expressed a desire to actually perform; now here she was, having savored the pleasure of two men inside her at the same time, performing oral on me, and virtually offering Rob an open invitation to take her from behind. He appeared to be in no hurry, sitting a meter or so behind Alana; I guess he was just enjoying the view. Alana must have been impatient, and as Rob was quite content watching, she reached a hand underneath her body and began playing with herself, I suppose to entice Rob, although I cannot imagine he needed a more personal invite. She twitched when she felt his hands caressing her bottom, his fingers spreading her cheeks, then he proceed to play with her pussy, sticking first one, then two, then who knows how many fingers inside her. I watched intently as he hands spread her cheeks as wide as possible, and though I couldn’t see clearly, new he was about to focus on her anus. Rob was providing an excellent digital workout for her, and as I had by now reached full size again, she just held my length in her hands and pushed back onto his fingers. With is other hand he smeared the mix of cum and juices all over her cheeks; Alana was quietly moaning in pleasure, eyes closed, allowing Rob to explore her totally. At times like this, I thought, that I should have had a camera to record these events that were mostly hidden to me. By now, Rob had grown to full size again, positioned himself behind her. I watched him as he stroked his cock, smearing juices from Alana allover his length, then holding the tip at her entrance, pushed inside, quickly getting into a rhythm. Alana wasn’t comfortable, and asked if we could move onto the bed; We broke apart; Rob led the way into his bedroom, and flopped backwards, landing in the middle of the bed. “My turn for some more wonderful oral Alana” he pleaded, and surprisingly, Alana obeyed, kneeled between his legs, and dropped her head, taking him in her mouth once again. I stood watching Alana’s head bobbing up and down, noticed Rob smiling smugly as he gave me the thumbs up sign. Again, the pang of jealousy made my cock snap back to attention. Without asking, I moved in behind her, grabbed her hips, positioned myself at her entrance, and pushed myself in fully, an easy task seeing how wet she was. After I came in her, she rolled sideways, ending up on her back; she raised her knees and dropped them outwards, revealing her bald, cum filled pussy. “It’s yours if you want it Rob” she said calmly. “Last ride for the night, so make it good” In our fantasy talk, I had always said that another guy doing her missionary position would make me most jealous, and watching her opening herself for him, then grabbing his bottom, drawing him inwards, her legs wrapping around him started to set me off, but once again, erotically. Intently watching him driving into her, (I was still standing at the end of the bed) I felt I had made it through all my perceived inhibitions, and Alana did not seem to have too many problems, well, that’s judging by the way she had totally abandoned herself into enjoying this pleasurable mixture of fantasy and reality. Now, I was a bit curious; I had already had some contact with Rob’s cock & balls and didn’t see the harm in having a further feel. I reached for him, one hand resting on his lower back, the other fondling his balls. This took Rob by surprise, his bottom clenched, and he seemed to drive fully into Alana, forcing a moan from her lips. After the initial shock, he relaxed, even spreading his legs for me, so that I could adventure further. I felt his sack tightening, and knew I could enhance his orgasm; well, I didn’t want this to go on for to long, he was enjoying it too much. Still rolling his balls with one hand, I traced a finger along the ridge to his anus, just resting there, increasing and decreasing the pressure on his entrance in time with his ball squeezing; He started mumbling, his bottom was clenching, then a few rapid thrusts, till one final mighty push, locking himself all the way in as he emptied himself deep inside her. Alana & I were snuggling, taking time out to regain our composure, while Rob arranged more refreshments and a joint. Squatting at the foot of the bed; and having finished his drink, Rob was absentmindedly massaging Alana’s toes. Then, the strangest thing happened,,, Rob had added some toe sucking to the foot massage, which Alana loved, then he started kissing along her legs, upwards along her inner thighs. Alana had not yet had a chance to ‘freshen up” after our fun and games and gave me a wide eyed surprised look, mouthing, “what’s he doing” As Rob’s nose nuzzled her pussy lips, I lent sideways to kiss her, and whispered, “I think he’s about to go down on you” Watching Rob tonguing his way to her pussy had spun me out a little; Alana had received at least four loads of cum, so must have been full and squishy, but he didn’t seem to mind. When his tongue found her lips, Alana, at first, tried to stop him by pushing down on his shoulders and moving her knees back together, obviously feeling a little embarrassed, but Rob persevered, his hands holding her knees wide apart, he refused to be pushed away Alana smiled nervously towards me, “Is this OK” she asked, now fully aware of Rob’s intentions. “I’ll take it as the ultimate thank you from Rob” I proudly declared, “He’s had such a great time with us, he’s offering to do the cleaning up. I’m honoured that he’s going to taste my cum” Meanwhile, our friend had earnestly proceeded to lick at the juices around her pleasure dome. His tongue worked on her groin and lips for ages, with us just cuddling, watching Rob’s head busy between Alana’s thighs, whispering to each other about our decadance, till eventually, his tongue found and worked on her clit. This brought our whispering to an end; She was over her initial embarrassment, and was relaxing into being pleasured yet again. He flickered it rapidly up and down, around and around; It became too much for Alana, her clit was far too sensitive for this sort of treatment. She gently put her hands on his head, attempting to push him downwards, away from her button. He responded as requested, and ran his tongue downwards along her wet slit. She spread her legs wider, inviting him to continue. I thought, “wow, she’s actually going along with this, she’s going to let Rob lick her pussy clean” Pushing Limits Chelsea hummed to herself softly as she finished typing her email, logged off of her computer, and straightened up her desk. Although she probably didn't realize, a slight smile played on her lips, and she locked up the office and walked out with a spring in her step. She couldn't wait to have a weekend out of town...with him. This was more than a vacation for her...it was an escape. Ever since she took this job, she had been working endless 80 hour weeks, but it wasn't such a chore for Chelsea. She had wanted this job for two years and had catapulted up the ranks, the first 29 year old supervisor in the company. It felt great, but unfortunately her & Todd's sex life had suffered as a result. She had noticed his distant demeanor at times, and there were the occasional squabbles, but she had explained to him that things would ease up once she finished the reorganization she spearheaded. Today she had been snowed under with employee issues, and the arrival of a beautiful gardenia bouquet made her forget all of that. The card read, "3116 Commerce Drive, Room #926. 8:00. Love you, Todd." The rest of the day had flown by, and now she was on her way home. She parked in the driveway, went inside, and found in the bedroom an overnight bag already packed, along with her toiletries. Next to the bag, a note. "Meet you there...I have a surprise for you." "Hmm..." she thought. "Just wait until he sees what I have for him!" She turned and walked into the closet, reaching far into the back and pulling out a black garment bag. She unzipped it, threw it on the bed, and began to undress. Off came the uncomfortable shoes, the pants, the button down blouse, and her panties and bra. After a shower, Chelsea laid out the outfit she had been hiding for two months and smiled. She pulled on a lacy black and pink garter belt and rolled black thigh highs up her muscular legs, hooking them to the straps along the front and back of the belt. Last, she put on the matching black and pink corset, cinching her waist and causing her breasts to almost spill over the top. After putting on her sexiest black shoes, she stood in front of the mirror to assess the outfit. The reflection caused her to inhale sharply. The image of herself in this lingerie, her pussy visable due to the absence of panties, her long brown hair spilling down over her shoulders...she knew he was in for a surprise of his own. She giggled in delight, put on sexy pink lipstick and touched up her makeup, spritzed his favorite perfume in all the right locations, and grabbed the bag to head downstairs. Just before stepping out the front door, she put on her long black trenchcoat. As she approached room 926, the key in her hand, her bag slung over her shoulder, Chelsea felt butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't wait to be with Todd. The half hour drive had given her time to think, and made her incredibly horny. At the door, she stopped, and set her bag on the floor. As quietly as possible, she used her key to open the door to the room, setting her bag in the bottom of the closet just inside the foyer and slipping the room key into her coat pocket. She looked around, expecting to see him, but was pleasantly surprised to see a long hallway blocking the rest of the room from her view. She took a deep breath and slipped off her coat, and laid it on top of her bag and quickly stepped back outside, locking herself out into the hallway before she had a chance to lose her nerve. Standing in the hotel hallway in just her lingerie and heels, Chelsea felt extremely exposed. What if someone saw her? What would they think of her? Would they assume this successful businesswoman was really just a high-class hooker? She froze, hearing a door close somewhere in the hallway behind her. She heard steps walking down the hallway towards her, and then a pause, as if this person who she could not bear to look at had stopped to appreciate the view. She smiled, enjoying the moment, and knocked on the door to their room, knowing her audience would continue into the elevator at the end of the hall. A moment later, Todd threw open the door. The look on his face was priceless. "What....what is this?" he said. She winked at him. "Your entertainment for the weekend," she said. "Interested?" His eyes travelled down her body, taking in her bare neck and shoulders; her large, firm breasts and luscious cleavage; her waist; her bare pussy, framed by the garter belt; her legs, sexy as hell in those stockings. "You do realize, Chelsea, that you look like a complete whore exposing yourself like this in a public hallway." "Yes, I do," she said. "In fact, I already had an audience." She could see his jaw clenched; a sure sign that he was quite turned on. She noticed he couldn't take his eyes off her body. After what seemed like an eternity, his eyes returned to hers. "And you also realize," he said, "that I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." She put both hands on his chest and shoved him backwards into the room. Shutting the door behind them with her foot, they continued their passionate kissing, groping, and stumbling down the hall, into the bedroom, and to the edge of the bed. With a growl in her throat, she pushed him roughly onto the bed. He laid there for a moment, panting, looking at her with lust in his eyes. She climbed on top of him, straddling him. She kissed him passionately, as he caressed her bare ass with his hands. "This is the sexiest outfit yet," he whispered in her ear. "I sure do have one sexy bitch on my hands." He knew how it turned her on when he called her names like this. She started licking and sucking on his ear, she knew it drove him crazy. He tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she kept pulling away, teasing him. "I'm on top...therefore I'm in charge," she told him. She began kissing on his neck, his collarbone, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time and kissing the skin beneath. Once she got down to his waistband, she lingered a bit in her kisses, teasing him. She began to tug on his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up towards him, kissing her lightly beneath her ear, on her neck. She moaned quietly. He turned her face to kiss her. Giggling, she pulled away again. "I already told you I'm in charge!" she said. Grinning at him, she began to grind on his lap, taunting him. Todd laid there, swooning in the pleasure of feeling her on his cock, looking up at this sexy woman on top of him. He couldn't believe how fantastic she looked, or how amazing her body was. He couldn't stand the way she was messing with him, and at this point, he'd had enough. "Come here," he said to her. She shook her head no. "I said, come here," he told her. She leaned down slightly, then jerked away and started to get up. He had played enough. In one swift motion, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to him. "Enough messing around," he said roughly. Her reaction was wide-eyed. "Todd? Calm down sweetie, I was just joking with you." His hand went up behind her head, grabbing her by her hair. "Stand up facing me," he said. She complied. He had never talked to her this way, but...it had her attention. "Now, be a good little whore and take my clothes off," he said. She slipped his shirt off without a word. Next, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, which then dropped to the floor. With a deep breath, she looked down and saw his cock pushing his boxers out away from his body. She slowly slid her fingers into the waistband, tracing circles on his skin. She moved her hands around behind him, grabbing his ass in her hands and squeezing it. She removed his boxers, careful to brush up against him without directly touching it. She started to look up at him smugly, knowing she had stirred the fire within him. But before she could, he slapped her across the face, making her jump. Her hand flew to her face, shocked that he had struck her. While it hadn't really hurt, she didn't know what to think of it. While she continued watching him, he got on top of the bed, leaning back against the pillows. "Come here, slut," he said to her. "Come show Daddy what a good little girl you are." While in their bedroom , he had called her naughty names...she had to admit it had turned her on. But he had never referred to himself as Daddy. She found herself confused, not sure if this was a joke or not. "Get your ass over here now or I will smack you around some more!" she heard him yell. Scared now, she obeyed. Climbing on the bed, she crawled towards him. His raging hard cock stood at attention. She'd be lying if she said her mouth didn't water at the sight of it. Giving head was her personal favorite past time. It felt so dirty and wrong, but she knew how much pleasure it gave Todd, and that was enough for her. When she reached Todd on the bed, he asked her if she wanted to suck his dick. She nodded. "Tell me," he said. "I want to suck your dick," she softly whispered. "Then get after it bitch!" She started teasing, lightly licking his cock from base to tip. She paused, hovering over it, smiling up at him with a wicked grin. "Suck it," he ordered her. Opening her mouth wide, she lowered her head to within an inch of it and gently flicked the tip of her tongue over it, an almost imperceptible move. "Don't make me punish you," he warned her. "You will be punished severely." Her response of a grin and a wink put him over the edge. Before she saw it coming, he had a handful of her hair and had yanked her mouth down on him. She pushed back, trying to resist. Unable to free her mouth, guttural squeals came from her throat. The louder she squealed, the deeper and faster he bucked his hips into her face, until he found a rhythm of hitting the back of her throat. After a couple of minutes, he acquiesced and pulled her off of him. "Figured it out yet?" he demanded. "You are mine. You will do as I say or pay for it!" Without another word, he began fucking her face again mercilessly. Using her hands, she braced herself against the bed, pushing up against him, angling away. Keeping his fist clenched in her hair, he climbed off the bed, taking her with him. He turned her around to face the wall and shoved her roughly into it. Her reaction was slowed due to sheer disbelief; he'd never been rough with her before, and certainly never manhandled her this way. He got up behind and whispered right into her ear. "If you so much as move, I will beat welts onto your ass." She stayed there, against the wall, breasts heaving, sweat dampening her forehead. Two minutes went by, and he was back behind her again. Grabbing her wrists, he pushed her up against the wall and tied them tightly. "Let's see now how much you can fight back," he snarled. He pushed her down to her knees, holding his dick with one hand and her head with the other. She refused to open her mouth, so he pressed it against her until she yielded. Reeling in the sheer perversity and emotion of the moment, she swallowed him in, closing her eyes and savoring every taste, every second. He began sliding in and out of her mouth, her saliva wetting him, her tongue dancing over him. Being bound, she remained unable to fight back, but she scraped her teeth over him, anxious to see what reaction it commanded. When he moaned, she tightened her teeth on him, trying to cause him pain for hurting her. However, he just laughed at her. "Mmmm baby you're pushing your luck. I'm going to enjoy this." He had her up on her feet in a moment. He bent her over the chair, walked in front of the chair, and untied her hands just long enough to tie her to the chair. He walked behind her, and she felt his tongue trace the crack of her ass, slowly down to her pussy. She sighed. "You wish," he said. A few minutes went by. Then, he spoke again. "Do you have any idea what a filthy whore you look like right now? Legs spread, pussy exposed, ass in the air?" She heard a sound once, twice, and then she realized what it was; a camera. "What the fuck are you doing?" she cried. "Capturing this moment for future use," he responded. "And, for a few friends." "Don't you dare...." "You can't do anything about it. Besides, the boys will love seeing this side of you. Knowing what a slut you are." Though she wanted to scream at him, she couldn't deny how wet she was getting just thinking about being objectified by Todd and his friends. Knowing that, at every social event, they were looking at her and picturing her bare pussy, unbeknownst to their wives and girlfriends. Then, she felt a cold, hard object tracing her pussy lips. Slowly at first, then with more urgency, it dipped briefly into her pussy, spreading her wetness around. She gasped. "Like that, don't you?" he asked. "Yes, I do..." she whispered. "What is that?" He responded by slowly sliding it into her pussy, painstakingly slow. She sighed, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the hard surface inside her. Then, it came out suddenly. "Please...." "Please what?" he said. "Please put it back in me." "If I do, you realize that you're practically begging me to fuck you with an inanimate object. Only a whore would do that." "I don't care," she whined. "Just do it!" She jumped when he smacked her on the ass. She knew what it was now; her hairbrush. "That hurt!" she exclaimed. Whack, whack. He continued to wail on her ass. Once she got over the initial shock, she started to realize that the pain....felt good. It made her even wetter. He realized it too. "I'm learning all kinds of things about you tonight. You're getting off on this shit. Admit it." She couldn't. She didn't recognize this part of herself. What was wrong with her? Without a word, he left the room, shutting the door behind him. Where was he going? Was he coming back? She stayed there, tied to the chair, for what felt like forever but was actually more like 15 minutes. She heard him come back in the door. He walked up behind her, and blew hot air on her abused, raw ass. She shivered. He licked her pussy for a moment, before putting a finger on her clit and flicking it lightly. She moaned loudly. After a few minutes of sheer enjoyment, his tongue moved to her asshole, tracking it lightly while he pressed her clit firmly and worked it back and forth. She whimpered, feeling dirty and exposed and...so alive. He squeezed her ass with his hands, making her wince from the pain. He lined the head of his cock up with the entrance to her pussy and slowly, forcefully, pushed into her. She closed her eyes and moaned, feeling every inch of him inside her, squeezing around him. He pulled her cheeks apart, going balls-deep inside. Building a slow, steady rhythm, he fucked her for several minutes before pulling out again. He returned his finger to her clit and his tongue to her asshole. Within minutes, she was screaming, writhing against him, and begging him to fuck her more. She was surprised he hadn't said a word, but didn't care. She felt the cock press against her again, hands tight on her hips, and felt her body and the chair tilt backward. In one smooth, swift motion, she and the chair slammed back down to the floor and his cock slammed fully into her. She gasped, feeling as though he was splitting her open. Furiously, he began fucking her hard, hurting her with every thrust, clawing his fingernails down her back, leaving red scratches in their wake. His balls slammed against her pussy, and she thought for sure he was going to push her right over the chair. As she screamed and he started pumping cum into her, she saw movement off to the side...someone walking around the chair in front of her. As he grunted one last time and went still inside her, a hand pulled her chin upwards to look straight ahead. It was Todd. "But....what....who???" she stammered. "Now you really are a whore, moaning and screaming as you get fucked by another man right in front of your boyfriend." She began to cry. "I didn't know! I didn't know!" she kept repeating. He laughed cruelly at her. "It wouldn't have mattered," he said. "You're just as guilty as if you had done it willingly. And we both know you were totally into it." "What did I do wrong?" she screamed. "I did nothing wrong!" A second person, walked around in front of her....a complete stranger. "Who are you?" she demanded. Todd and the mystery man started to untie her from the chair. Her knees buckled, the circulation started to come back in her legs from standing so long, and she rubbed her wrists, now raw from the rope. The men laid her down on the bed. Weak, she didn't fight back as they put her arms over her head and started undressing her. Todd looked at her and explained who the mystery man was...a friend from his office. He told her that she was to lie there and accept whatever happened next. "I don't want that," she protested. "You don't want what?" "I don't want some strange man touching me." He laughed, putting his hand around her throat and squeezing it as he turned her head to look at him. "You're a lying bitch," he snarled. "You were loving it earlier." "But....I didn't know!" "You couldn't tell it wasn't my cock? You really are a whore. You're going to lie here while we both violate you until we tire of it. I will beat you more if you fight back. If you were willing to stand out in the hallway in lingerie like a complete tramp, then I know you're up for this." He released her and winked at his friend. "Let's see how far we can push her." Todd latched onto a nipple and started to suck and lick it. She felt incredibly self-conscious with this stranger watching her, but had to give into the moment, arching her back and moaning. He followed suit with the other nipple. She couldn't believe how good it felt. The stranger reached down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit while Todd pushed three fingers into her and began fucking her slowly. It wasn't long before her moans got louder. She heard Todd tell the other man, "don't be afraid to hurt her. I want to see what she can take." Almost simultaneously, they both began roughly biting her nipples, while still playing with her pussy. The louder she moaned, the harder they bit, to the point where she just knew they were going to make her bleed. Once she came that way, they took turns slapping her tits and pulling her hair as they forced their cocks down her throat, never cumming, just making her gag and watching her eyes tear up. They threw her in the floor and took turns fucking her on the carpet, making carpet burns along her back and stomach. The next morning, she woke up in the bedroom floor where they had left her. She could hardly move. She started to cry, curling up into a ball. Todd knelt down next to her. "Let's get you up baby," he whispered. He pulled her to her feet, put her arm around his shoulder, and half-carried her to the bathroom. He drew a hot bath and lowered her gently into the bathtub. As she sat there, he gently washed her hair and rubbed her body with soap and a washcloth. He shaved her legs and got her out of the tub, drying her off, combing her hair. Grabbing her hand, he led her into the bathroom and to the bed. Settling in next to her, he grabbed a bottle of lotion from the nightstand and proceeded to rub her entire body with lotion. She winced and grimaced as he rubbed her sore and tired body. Once complete, he arranged his pillows and laid on his back, studying her. She couldn't bear to look him in the eye, she was so ashamed of the events of the last 24 hours. After a silent hour of taking care of her, he smiled at her and held out his arms. "Come here baby," he said. "Come curl up with daddy." Hesitant, she didn't move. She looked at him, trying to decide what was going to happen next. Pushing Limits "Come on sweetheart, I won't hurt you." Smiling, she fell into his arms, laying her head on his chest. "I'm proud of you," he said. "Are you sore?" "I hurt all over," she said. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked. She nodded. "What did you like about it?" he pressed. She thought. "It was such a turn-on being used and humiliated, having you watch me with another man, you pushing me to my limits. I hurt all over, but I got so much pleasure from it. I didn't know I felt like this. How did you know?" Todd replied, "Just a hunch, sweetheart. Now you realize I own you. I can make you do anything I want, and I think that scares the hell out of you." "It does," she said. "But I trust you completely. It makes me feel safe to know that you control me and that I can do things I wouldn't have the courage to try on my own." He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "You're daddy's girl, aren't you?" She smiled. "Forever," she said. He laid her down onto her back and proceeded to kiss every bruise, every scratch, every red mark on her body, and then spread her legs far apart, licking her thighs and pussy, opening her up to his warm mouth and tonguing her clit. Moving up over her, he very slowly slid into her, kissing her deeply and making sweet love to her. Finally, he pulled out, straddled her face, and watched her beautiful face as she sucked every drop of cum out of his dick and then smiled angelically at him. Their relationship was one-of-a-kind. Pushing Limits Standing in front of Dylan, naked, he has her arms raised above her head, not tied there, but they may as well be because she knows not to move until he releases her. He is taking his time to tease her, standing every nerve on end. He walks around her, pinching a nipple here, running his hand over there, talking to her. "You're my slut, and you like it, don't you? (spank) This pussy belongs to me, it is mine. (hand brush) These nipples are mine too. (pinch)" He stands behind her, close enough that she can feel his breath on her skin and his hard cock straining against his jeans. She focuses on making sure her knees do not buckle and tries her best to stand still. "Do you trust me?" he half-whispered into her ear. She nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in her throat. Whenever he asked that question, she knew he was going to be pushing her limits even farther. She doesn't know why this makes her nervous; he has taken her to heights of joy and pleasure she has never seen before. "I'm going to take you somewhere today. You're going to follow directions and be a good slut. You will not speak unless asked a direct question. You will be respectful at all times. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir" she barely squeaked out as her mind raced. Where would he be taking her? What will she be doing there? Breathe, she told herself. Just breathe. "Before we leave, I want you to be a good slut and service my cock. Take off my clothes." She turns and disrobes him, neatly folding each piece of clothing and placing it to the side. When she kneels to pull his underwear down and off, he pushes her shoulders to tell her he wants her to stay there. He takes his underwear from her, and stands over her. He puts his cock in her face for her to adulate, but does not give her the command to service him, just gives her time to want him even more. He can see the desire in her face as she struggles to remain as she is and not touch him until he gives her permission. He leans back a bit, giving her the space to lift her face. She asks, "May I suck your cock, Sir?" "You forgot your manners, slut. You did not say please. Stand up and lean over the bed." As she leans over, he begins to squeeze the cheeks of her ass. He pulls a hand back and waits, letting her anticipation build some before branding his handprint across each cheek. He continues spanking her, hard, wanting her cheeks to still be reddened for later. "Now get down on your knees and lick my balls." She quickly moves to the floor and begins by circling her tongue over them, taking each one in her mouth to suckle. She runs her tongue over the spot he likes, hoping to please him that she remembered. He pushes her head back and places the head of his cock on her lips. She kisses it softly, and begins to circle his thick head with her tongue. She runs her tongue over the head and his shaft before slowly taking his cock in her mouth. He's so big that she has to start slowly and let her mouth adjust to his size. Before long, she is sucking his cock in earnest as he moans his appreciation. His hands on her head urge her on as he enjoys her mouth on him. He pulls her back by her hair and she releases his cock from her mouth. "I need to fuck my pussy." She fights hard to contain her pure joy at the thought of his amazing cock inside her. He arranges two pillows on the bed and has her lay on them with her ass just hanging off. Pulling her legs up and open wide, he quickly rolls on a condom before placing himself at the opening of his wet pussy. He likes that he makes her so wet. He pushes just his head inside her, watching the pleasure on her face change to frustration as he holds himself there. "Play with your clit while I fuck you slut. I want you to make yourself cum with my dick inside you." He watches her hand creep down, spread the lips, and begin to circle her wet clit. After watching her for a few seconds, he pushed himself all the way inside her. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. He fucks her slowly, watching her, allowing her time to build her arousal, and just enjoying being inside her. He reaches forward to play with the tits and nipples that belong to him, pushing her further toward the edge of her orgasm. He can feel her orgasm start to build as she tightens around his cock, and he begins to fuck her harder, enjoying the feel of her throbbing orgasm erupting around his cock. As she comes down, he pulls out and tells her to turn over so that he can fuck her from behind. When she gets into position, he slams his cock into her and fucks her hard, building his own release. He'd like to take his time, but he knew they needed to leave soon so he allows his orgasm to build before pulling out, tearing off the condom and shooting his cum on her still-reddened ass. He liked the look of his handprint and cum on her ass, so he tells her to hold still as he takes another picture to add to his collection. After they both clean up and he re-dresses, he senses that she is waiting for him to tell her that she may also get dressed. He pulls out a large shirt and tells her that this is what she will wear as they traveled. "You've also earned some panties, since you served me so well." He hides his mischievous smile at the look of shock on her face, but he knows she will not disobey him. She pulls on her panties and the shirt and he allows her to button only four of the center buttons, leaving the top and bottom slightly opened to any that would want a peek. As they leave through the garage, and head out to their destination she fidgets with the shirt, trying to cover as much as she could. It was mid-afternoon on a work day, so he knew there would not be very much traffic. He stayed to the right of any large vehicles that might see she wasn't fully dressed. He knew chances were very small that anyone they knew would see them, but of course he let her sweat it out anyway. The further they drove away from his neighborhood, the more she felt both relief and a surge of nervousness. She was happy to be away from anyone she knew that would see her dressed this way, but also nervous as to where he could be taking her. Before long, they were driving down a residential street somewhere close to downtown, she thought, before he pulled into a gated driveway and stopped to roll down his window and punch in a code. As he drove around the long, curved driveway and out of sight from the main road he could almost feel her nervousness. If she had been allowed to speak, she would have been speaking in hyper-drive. "There are other dominant men here, and I have allowed them to play with you. Yes, more than one. I have known them for some time, trust them, and have already spoken with them about limits. They are good, clean guys and will wear condoms... Are you going to do this for me or do you want me to leave? You have 30 seconds to think it over and give me an answer. Do not answer until I tell you to." Her thoughts reeled in shock. She didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't this. He knew she wanted to be with two men at once, but more? Sure, she has fantasized about it, but could she really do it? Above all, she wanted to please him. She knows he liked to watch, and she trusted that he would protect her. Could she really just let go and be such a total slut for him? "What is your answer, are you going to do this for me?" "Yes Sir." It was all she could say... all she needed to say, and she knew it. "Remember everything that I told you earlier. You will follow their commands just as you would follow my own. Except that I want you to keep your eyes down. Do not look them in the eye unless they tell you to. You can always look at me, and if you want to stop, all you have to do is ask. Understood?" "Yes Sir." "Good slut." He got out of the car and walked around to her door to open it. As she got out, he pulled her into a hug to reassure her. As he released her, he commanded her to walk with her hands behind her back, pushing her breasts out. They walked to the front door, as he rang the doorbell he winked at her. "Remember to have fun!" was all he had time to say before the door opened. They entered the foyer as the men greeted each other, and she focused on keeping her eyes down. Even if they had spoken to her, she wouldn't know what to say. That is, if she could even speak. They had spoken ABOUT her though, and she listened to that. "So this is your slut?" "Yes, Tom, this is her. She's eager to please. I'm sure you'll enjoy her." "I like her big tits. You drove her over here dressed like that? Wow. You should put a leash on her." "I see leashes being for those that are unruly. She is not, and I have no reason to expect her to be, so she doesn't need it." (She was happy that he was pleased with her, and to hear him defend her.) "Good point, man. Let's go to the playroom." (Playroom? *gasp*) As the men led the way, he turns to smile at her and it calms her. He has such a beautiful smile. When they enter the "playroom," three other men stand to greet one another. Four, plus Dylan, makes five... oh my, what did I get myself into? Can I really do this? She starts to shiver a little. As he talks to these men, she sees Dylan glance at her every so often. He's checking on me, good. I know he will keep me safe. He always has a way of making her feel safe even when she is stretching beyond her comfort zone, or perhaps especially then. From their conversation, she gathers that the other men are named Matt, Mark, and Bill. Dylan turns toward her. "Take off the shirt." She takes a deep breath as she raises her hands to unbutton the few buttons that are clasped on the shirt. As she unfastens the last one, one of the men -- the one who answered the door, Tom - interrupts. "Allow me." he says with an impish grin as he pulls the shirt down to her elbows, but not off. He begins to grab her breasts and pull at her nipples. "Oh yeah, I could have a lot of fun with these." He ties the sleeves of the shirt so that her arms are bound behind her back. The other men, except the one that she belonged to, all joined in grabbing her here and pinching her there, groping her pussy through her panties and lightly spanking her ass cheeks. She looked over at Dylan as he took a seat for the "show," he had such a pleased look on his face that she couldn't help but try to enjoy herself, knowing how much it would please him to do so. All of the men had started to disrobe as they continued their pawing. Tom went over to the side of the room, apparently looking for something. When he came back, he had something in his hands, but she couldn't see what. He grabbed her breasts again but this time bent down to suck one of her nipples as he squeezed and pinched the other one. He was sucking the nipple harder than she'd like, trying to make it as big as he could before attaching a clamp to it. She gasped at the shock of the pinch to her nipple. The clamp was uncomfortable, but not painful. She looked to Dylan to see if he was okay with it. He nodded his assent, and she settled and tried to adjust to the clamp's hold on her. Meanwhile, Tom was sucking her other nipple so that he could attach the matching clamp. The clamps had a chain between them and as he stepped back to admire his work, he pulled the chain with him. The pull of the chain also pulled on her nipples. An interesting sensation... again, uncomfortable without being too painful, though she knew it would be if he pulled too hard. As he continued to pull, testing her limit, she wanted to step toward him to alleviate the pressure on the chain, but she knew that would be frowned-upon. Instead, when it got to be too much, she gasped aloud and the man stopped. "Nice sensitivity. I like that." "I heard she loves to suck cock. I want to try that out!" said one of the other men (Matt). He untied the shirt sleeves to free her hands. He removed the shirt and her panties. She knew from his comment what he expected from her, so she knelt down in front of him. He presented his cock to her, and she set to work licking him, teasing him with her tongue before taking his cock in her mouth. The third man (Mark) came over and brought a cushion for her knees. After she adjusted it under her knees, she continued her blow job of Matt while she began stroking Mark's cock. Tom, who was still toying with the chain attached to her nipples presented his cock, too. She stroked his cock, as she turned to lick then suck Mark. She was starting to feel a little overwhelmed with so many cocks in her face, when Bill joined in as well. She has fantasized about this so many times, and couldn't believe it was really happening. It overwhelmed her... the reality of it. She moved from cock to cock, licking and sucking all while stroking other cocks when she could. Whoever was not having his cock served, was playing the chain on her breasts, causing her to moan. They were all fairly big cocks. Not as thick as Dylan, but still big. Her mouth was becoming sore from all the sucking, but she was having fun and didn't mind it so much. Matt complimented her blowjob, and when it was his next turn in her mouth, he grabbed her head and really pushed himself deep into her mouth. "Her throat is amazing!" he exclaimed to the other men. Each man took his cue and started doing the same thing when it was their turn. After a couple rounds of this, it seemed they knew her mouth needed a break. They escorted her over to what looked like a construction sawhorse, but with a wider top and it was padded. They bent her over it, with her breasts (and chain) hanging off one end, and her ass sticking up on the other end. "Man! Are these your handprints?" Dylan nodded as Bill rubbed her ass cheeks. He spanked her so as to add his handprints to the cheeks of her ass and the other two added theirs to her ass and thighs as well. Bill began probing her pussy with his fingers. "She has the wettest pussy I've ever seen! She must really be a slut, enjoying all this attention." She was glad they couldn't see her blush. She heard him pull on a condom and then felt him position his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed his cock inside her slowly. "Man, it's like putting your dick in a warm sauna! She has one meaty pussy." He began fucking her, while Matt came back around to her face. "I want some more of that mouth." She had long fantasized about doing exactly this: sucking one cock while being fucked by another. She was in pure heaven. She hoped that Dylan was enjoying the "show" he created, watching her enjoy servicing these men. The man in her pussy increased the speed and force at which he was fucking her. She sensed he was about to cum, so she tightened her pussy around his cock. He groaned and exploded inside her, she could feel his cock quiver the last of his orgasm as he slowed before pulling out of her. Matt pulled out of her mouth, and slapped his cock against her cheek before moving around to her pussy. She heard him pull on a condom before sliding his cock inside her. "Oh yeah, I see what you mean." He gave his friend a high-five as he slammed his cock deep inside her pussy. Since her mouth was (temporarily) free, she turned to see Bill sit down near Dylan to enjoy the rest of the show. She looked at Dylan, his eyes showed lust and she knew this was turning him on. That made her very happy, and she was excited to see another cock coming toward her face. She took another cock in her mouth -- she wasn't entirely sure whose - as she was fucked from behind. After Matt came and pulled out of her pussy, Tom pulled her off the sawhorse and pulled her by the chain attached to her nipples, toward a padded mat on the floor in the corner of the playroom. "I like to watch slut tits bounce while a slut rides my cock," he announced. He lay on his back and rolled a condom on before she mounted his cock. She couldn't help letting a groan escape her lips as she felt his cock deep inside her, and then again and again as he removed each clamp from her breasts. He massaged them as she rode his cock and looked up to see another cock coming toward her mouth. She took Mark's cock in her mouth as she rode Tom. She thought that this was harder because she had to really focus on what she was doing in order to serve each man well. And by this time, she was so aroused that it was getting very hard to focus. A cock in her pussy, her breasts tingling and being played with, and another cock in her mouth... she was pretty sure this was WAY better than any fantasy she ever had. Mark gripped her head and pulled her toward his cock. She managed her breathing in order to take him as deep into her throat as she could without gagging. He stiffened and she realized he was about to cum. She panicked... did he know he couldn't cum in her mouth?? She remembered Dylan told her that he discussed limits with them. Still, she couldn't help but be alarmed as the cock in her mouth neared closer and closer to his orgasm. Tom must have sensed her panic because he pushed her breasts up, offering them to his friend. "I bet these would look nice covered in jizz." Mark pulled out of her mouth just as he began exploding all over her tits. Not sure what the etiquette is when riding one cock, covered in another man's cum... she held her breasts up and rubbed them together so that it would not drip. Tom grinned as he watched her, while Mark brought her a hand towel to clean herself. Thinking to herself, she contemplated that she was almost "done." Though she was extremely aroused and enjoyed being a slut for Dylan, she felt she had been thoroughly fucked and was feeling tired. She was so lost in her thoughts, that she didn't notice Dylan coming up behind her. When he touched her back, she almost jumped. He pushed her forward so that she was more horizontal to the man that was still inside her pussy. She was shocked to feel him position herself against her ass. She started to sit up, but he firmly pushed her back down. He kept his hand on her back, first to make sure she stayed and second, to reassure her. To say she was freaking out would be putting it mildly. Though she had always been curious about double penetration, she just didn't think it would work well. In addition to that, he had never taken her ass before, and she was very frightened at the idea because he was so big. She talked to herself. Trust him. He has never hurt you, only brought you to places you never thought you could go. He very slowly began pushing his cock into her ass. She gasped, and struggled hard to find breath. She was reeling from the day so far, and this... this was... what was the cliché? Icing on the cake? No, this was much better than that. Tom must have known this was coming, because he patiently waited; only slowly moving his cock in her pussy. She did everything she could to relax herself, and Dylan took his time, allowing her to adjust to his size before pushing further a little at a time. When he was all the way in, he stayed there for a moment, letting her feel all of him before he slowly pulled back and started fucking her ass. She felt dizzy, like every nerve-ending in her body was on fire and she wasn't sure if she could take it all in. He fucked her ass slowly at first, and then picked up the pace. Never too fast or rough, just perfect she thought and she half-giggled to herself at the storybook connection in her mind. (Goldilocks would have freaked out!) It was an amazing feeling to have two cocks inside her, one in her pussy and one in her ass. Tom must have thought it was pretty good too, because she felt him tighten with release underneath her. After he came, his cock softened and popped out of her pussy. Now it was only Dylan, and she could relish him inside her. She closed her eyes, focused on him and him alone. She sensed him becoming rigid with his pending orgasm and felt the greatest happiness as she experienced the shudder of him coming inside her ass. Afterward, he remained there, still allowing her to feel him inside her. Pushing Limits When he finally pulled out of her ass, and Tom edged himself out from underneath her, she felt herself collapse on the mat. He gave her some time to collect herself as the men cleaned up and dressed. Then he led her to the bathroom and let her do the same. He brought in the shirt and her panties, reminding her of the four buttons that were the only ones allowed to be buttoned. When she emerged from the bathroom, she was happy that the men were not there. Only him, only Dylan. He handed her a bottle of water and escorted her back to the car, where she was surprised to see that it was already dark. What time was it? How long had she been there? He opened the door for her and as she sat in the car waiting for him, she took a moment to drink the water and think about the day's events. "Don't do that." He said as he climbed in and she looked at him quizzically. "Don't over think today. You enjoyed it, I know you did. And I enjoyed it very much, too. Thank you very much for today." "May I speak Sir?" "Yes, you may." "Thank you for today. I had a great time." He grinned. "As did I slut. I already own these (he grabbed her breasts), and this (he patted her pussy)... I wanted you to always remember the day your ass became mine as well." Pushing Limits I surprised myself. My usual reaction of jealousy and disgust, lasted only a few minutes. As he explained to me that he wanted a threesome with another woman-I phased out. My mind went back to a previous relationship when I was manipulated and emotionally punished for not wanting to do just that. But somehow, it was different this time around. I felt more secure, more trusting in the connection we had. I felt consulted not pressured, and I didn't feel threatened by him fucking someone else. I smiled and agreed. A part of me was intrigued by the idea-training, mentoring, instructing another obedient woman to please him. Had I reached a new height of submission? The more I thought of it, the more sexually aroused I became. I don't know what it was- I was never attracted to women, though I admit I got turned on many times at the thought of using and abusing one during sex. My lesbian experiences amounted to a few make out sessions with female friends just for fun. But I was fantasizing and touching myself, squirming in bed and cumming hard to the thought of two submissives under his control, being used for his pleasure. I wasn't disappointed when I met her. After a few conversations on an adult chat site, we decided to meet up in person. She was exactly how I imagined. She was my height, 5 feet, I knew he liked short girls for sure. Otherwise, I had no idea what kind of women he fancied but I wasn't sure if I wanted to find out, so I made an assumption and went with that. Pretty, petite, medium length wavy blonde hair, pale skin, with greenish eyes and pink lips. I liked her demeanour, she was playful and inexperienced, but smart enough and willing to obey. I heard the murmur of the TV as he waited in the bedroom for us. There we stood in the bathroom. I glazed over her slender body clothed in her fitted size 4 black sundress-she looked so simple and effortlessly good. I was in my usual home wear that he always wanted me in- my two piece lingerie set that hardly covered any of my size 8 curves. It was this or nudity. We had mindless girly chatter until she caught my eye in the mirror. It was now or never. I was nervous, being sub all my life I didn't know how effective I would be as a Domme to this poor girl. But I began anyway. "So three rules. First is, you don't have permission to cum for this session. Control yourself, if not you're just being a worthless slut and wasting our time." I pause, proud of my first display of dominance. "Second, I think you don't need telling that you must obey whatever either of us tell you to do. Third, don't speak unless spoken to." I smirk. "And if you break the rules, he's not into harsh punishment but I am. I won't hesitate to use his belt on you." That last statement made me so wet just thinking of it. Her eyes flickered to the floor and her face showed doubt, as if I had crossed the line and she was having second thoughts. But she looked up at me, smiling enthusiastically and nodded in understanding. "Yes, Miss!" Good, she was ready. As we entered the cool bedroom he switched off the TV, sprung off and sauntered over to the chair at the foot of the bed. Plopping himself down his eyes never left mine. Damn, he looked so good bareback, in his jeans only as he reclined slightly and stretched his legs out comfortably as if getting ready for a show. For a moment I felt my heart drop a little-he was mine and I didn't want to share him with this random stranger. But he wanted this, and knowing that I did it for him would bring me gratification. We stood in front of him, side by side, waiting. As I opened my mouth to speak I shut it quickly as he spoke. "Who might this be, sub?" He smirked as he finally surveyed her from head to toe. "This is Sonya, Sir. I thought you might like her." She smiled shyly at the ground and mumbled hello. He snickered. "Interesting. Hello there. What's the shyness about? If we wanted that I would have bought a blow up doll. I like confidence." I bit my lip as I held back the urge to laugh. She looked slighted. I avoided his eyes completely and focused on the task ahead. I turned to face her, looking into her innocent yet vibrant eyes and stroked her soft hair. "He likes us natural, so let me undress you." I whisper into her ear. I let my hands trail down her body gently and then proceeded to undress myself first. I removed my bra top, my breasts sprung out round and firm, ending with my already erect dark nipples. I slid off my panties and he smiled approvingly, at the way he liked me best. I grabbed her upper thighs and caressed them gently, before sliding my hands up her dress. As they reached her small, firm ass I discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. "Good girl," I muttered as I squeezed her cheeks. With one sweep I pulled her dress over her shoulders to expose her smooth tight body. No bra either. She was so different from me and I liked her. Her golden hair that flowed down her shoulders, her peachy skin, her soft flat stomach, her tiny size A breasts with pink nipples that contrasted with my size Cs, her neat, shaven, tiny V slit. She leaned closer into me and our breasts pressed into each other. I was about to instruct her when she tilted her head and kissed me unexpectedly. I wasn't into kissing, but her lips were soft and she tasted sweet. I should have pushed her away and scolded her for acting out of line. I tingled at the possibility of sadistic punishment but I decided against it. This was about his pleasure, not mine. I planted my hands in her hair and pulled it, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her hands were wild all over me, rolling my nipples between her fingers and attempting to slide them into my wet cunt but I remained shut. I glanced at Sir for approval, his eyes were narrowed and I saw his bulge growing in his jeans. "Enough." He commanded. He stood up and pointed at the floor, the silent gesture I knew. "Kneel." I told her, and we both dropped to the floor in front of him, eye level to his crotch. Despite my arousal a little while ago, reality began to sink in. I was about to tell her how to handle his cock. Could I watch her do it? His cock that I thought of all day, the one he used to bring me either pain or pleasure? "Do it now." He boomed, interrupting my momentary lapse into thought. He looked down at me, slightly irritated. With my hands planted on my knees I looked sideways at her. I gulped. "Now, take it out and make it hard. And look up at him while you do." Such an obedient whore. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants gingerly and retrieved his half erect cock in her right hand. In no time it was in her mouth, her pink lips running up and down his shaft, slurping and making slobbering noises as her head bobbed up and down on it. He looked down at her but planted his hand in my hair. I bit my lip and wished it was in my mouth. It was time to test this bitch. I slid two fingers in her tight slit and she opened her legs wider for me. I was right, she was slippery and moist. My Sir's cock was making this slut wet. I rubber her tiny clit and she began to moan, which I am sure the vibration intensified the pleasure to his cock. He threw his head back and cursed. "Don't forget his balls." I instructed her, and she moved her head lower to suck on them enthusiastically. As she did that I stole a taste of him for myself, sliding all of his shaft in my mouth as he looked down at me. He smirked, the look we shared told him already that I was just being his cock loving, desperate slut. I couldn't let her have all. As she returned to his shaft I made circles around his balls with my tongue until he was bursting. "Put a good coat of spit on there, you know where it's going." I warn. She spat on it and rubbed it on. He was ready to fuck. "Make her ready for me." He stepped out of his jeans and lay on his back on the bed, his cock stood hard and throbbing. "Lie between his legs facing me and spread." I told her. I knew he would slide right in, but I obeyed his command anyway. Her hair splayed out his chest, I knelt on the bed and put my mouth to her hole. It was my first taste of a woman. I brushed my lips against her pink folds, before I stuck my tongue into her and swirled it around as I skinned her open to get a good look of her insides. She groaned loudly, she was so fucking hot and horny. I withdrew and nodded at him. He lifted her hips until they were aligned above his cock. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking on. "Mmmm, now put that tight cunt around his thick cock. Make him enjoy it, but remember what I told you." She nodded, drunk with pleasure as his large round cock head penetrated her. Inch by inch his cock impaled her and the sight was driving me wild. She took all of him in like a good slut. Planting her legs into the mattress she rode him, her tiny breasts bobbing around and her hair wild and loose. I climbed onto the bed and stood over them. Sir was enjoying his rough rapid fuck but he managed a smile for me in between. I opened my legs so that her face was in my snatch. I grabbed her hair roughly and forced her to look up at me. "That's what you wanted all along, slut? My Sir's cock punishing that small pussy of yours?" I accuse her. She nodded and bit her lip. "Answer me, slut." I slap the side of her face. "Yes, Miss..." she managed. "Good, because I was kind enough to share with you, so you better make me cum now." She slammed her face into my cunt, hungry. She sucked on my thick cunt lips and then shoved her tongue deep in me. She flickered it vigorously and I was sure I was going to explode. As I relished it, Sir had changed his rhythm, spreading her ass cheeks wide and thrusting his cock deep and slow into her cunt. Her screams were muffled as she pleasured me, screams I knew of her holding back a strong powerful orgasm. Maybe she was trying to distract herself as she jabbed two fingers into me. I couldn't hold back as I felt the stirrings in my lower stomach and then I screamed out myself, as four streams of squirt juice shot out of me. In between my frenzy I saw two spray in her mouth which I told her to swallow, and two landed on her face. It dripped down and striped her breasts and belly, and eventually trickled to her slit and onto Sir's cock. I was weak in the knees and wobbled off the bed. "Get off!" He told her, and she also slid off more slowly than she should. "Look at you two pathetic sluts. In a mess and I haven't used you properly yet. We're just getting started." He shot me a warning look. "What I should do is tie both of you up and tease you with my cock all night and never give you any of what I have here." I snapped out of it. This bitch had his cock in her but I didn't yet. I couldn't have that. "Please Sir, I am sorry. You know I want your cock in me." I pleaded. He stroked his cock as we got into the position I went over with her earlier. I spread-eagled on the bed, opening wide. My cunt was still throbbing from the orgasm. She went doggy style over me, on all fours, ass high in the air. As we both calmed down I spoke. "Sir, you can use both of us as you please." He smiled, somewhat amused. He climbed into the bed and grabbed my ankles, lifting my torso to meet his. As I shifted, her body fell on me between us, her cunt resting on my belly. He slid his veined shaft along my open, vulnerable slit before filling me up. I moaned in desperation as I bucked my hips to take all of him in. She was feeding off my pleasure as she moaned too, nibbling on my neck and nipples. It felt so good. He was making me delirious, thrusting it in slowly, teasing, then fucking it hard and repeatedly in between. I felt her cunt dripping wetness on my belly. I kissed her. "You want his cock, don't you?" She groaned as she humped the side of my hip as if to pacify her craving hole. "Well, if that's the case, you need to beg for it. Turn around and look at him and tell him you want it." She turned around and he looked expectedly at her. "Can I have it?" She murmured and he shrugged, ignoring her. "Please, can I have your cock?" A little louder and with more conviction but he continued pounding me. He looked unmoved at her plea. She begged for some time, like a crying child. I couldn't care-I loved his cock in me. She lost control. "Please, I want that fucking cock deep in my pussy! Fuck me hard like a filthy whore!" She shrieked, almost unnaturally. She was learning anyway. He pulled out of me and gave her what she wanted, she moaned in relief and ecstasy as he filled her. And so it went on for about an hour, each of us begging to be fucked desperately. Him taking turns in both our holes. Kissing, caressing, sucking, fingering each other as we lay pressed like a delicious interracial sandwich. His sounds of pleasure were unmistakable too. He enjoyed it. I was drenched in my own sweat and hers as we writhed with pleasure. I came a few times, I was so sore, and I wondered how she held out for so long. "Almost there," he whispered and we both scurried to our knees. He stiffened up and let out the loudest grunt. As his hot white stripes of cum shot out, he deposited three on my willing tongue, then the rest was hers, on the floor in front of her. I gulped down mine lovingly and she looked confused. "You can have it off the floor, slut. You don't deserve his cum in your mouth and you probably never will. You have to earn it. Now clean it." I was smug. As she bent over and licked it half-heartedly I cleaned him with my own mouth. He looked down at me and cupped the side of my face, a silent gesture I was also familiar with. He approved. I beamed, my heart was happy knowing that I had pleased him. It was a big step for me on my journey of submission, he pushed my limits and I had grown. Pushing Limits His fingers gently pulled her lips apart, his tongue worked it’s way inwards, he was kissing, sucking, not wanting to miss a drop; inserting his tongue as far as possible. “This is SO decadent,” Alana whispered. “Never thought I’d have a man clean the cum from my pussy, especially another mans. Is this normal”? ”I just shook my head, smiled, and being ever so helpful, reached for her fanny, holding her lips, opening her wider, an invitation for Rob to delve deeper, but as Alana was lying flat, most of my view was blocked by Rob’s head. So I knelt beside her, and with a hand on each of her knees, pulled them outwards and upwards, tilting her lovely pussy to a better voyeurs position; it send shivers down my spine as I held her open for him, watching him insert his tongue fully into Alana’s pussy. I felt my cock growing again, natural I suppose, considering what I was witnessing. As Rob seemed to be doing OK and didn’t really need any help from me, I shifted closer to Alana’s head, enticing her to take me in her mouth. Rob must have sensed she was close to orgasm, so trailed his tongue back towards her clit, circling the bud; Her body began to tremble as her orgasm neared, which brought me quickly to boiling point; without warning, I started ejaculating, initially into her mouth, then splattering over her face, as she entered her own orgasmic throws. Alana was spent. Rob & I lay on each side of her, half rolling her into my arms. Rob snuggled in behind her, not wanting sex again, but when I reached to feel her pussy, his penis was resting along the slit. I grabbed him gently, looked at him and winked as I squeezed him. We woke up hours later, wondering for a moment where we were, taking a few moments to gather our thoughts, it all came flooding back, here we were, sober and straight, in another man’s bed; simultaneously we all laughed, had a group hug, and began the task of finding our clothes. A night to remember; one that is used to spice up our nights from time to time.