2 comments/ 26826 views/ 4 favorites Two and Me By: Asian_Young_Couple It was a natural break. Thankfully, with our favorite friends the first sexual encounter was usually just round one. And although my husband hadn't climaxed, my female counterpart, his partner Leanne, was ready for a drink. After dousing the bed in her fluids (thanks to heavy fingering), she had worked up a thirst. My own partner, Jonathan, excused himself to dispose of a condom and left my husband and me lying on the tall, almost majestic bed. As I relaxed on the altar of sensual delight, I looked at my husband, smiled, and purred, "Mmmmmm.... They're sweet." "Yes they are," he answered, as he cupped my breast, "and so are you." "Do you mind if I borrow my wife," he asked as Jonathan returned to the bedroom. An impish grin crossed Jonathan's face. "Not at all," he answered. My husband rose up, slid his hand down, and gently entered me with his fingers. Although I was acutely aware that I had become the center of two men's attentions, my husband was too talented for me to be embarrassed long. Slowly at first, but rhythmically, the fingers stroked inside of me. As the pleasure built, the focus of Jonathan's attention alternated between my husband's hand and my face. I began to whimper as I felt my body trying to release, and my husband's fingers sped up in response. Jonathan's expression became almost pained, and the tension in the set of his mouth, the determination in his eyes, and the groan from my husband all conspired to send me over the edge. I sensed the rush of heat inside, closed my eyes, and felt my own fluids splash over my legs and flow down to join Leanne's below me. My outcry was silenced as my husband kissed me, then grabbed my sides with both hands and lifted me atop him. Although I was surprised, I was having too much fun to stop. I adjusted my legs so that I was kneeling over my husband and leaned in close enough to grind my pubic mound against him as I moved my hips up and down. He groaned when I bit his neck, and I couldn't help but smile naughtily as I was transformed from receiver to giver. Jonathan, who had been watching intently from the foot of the bed, moved quietly to one side, as Leanne returned with a glass of Southern Comfort in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. She grinned at her husband as I rose up and assumed the high rider pose. "Are you having fun, baby?" she asked with a sparkle in her eyes. "Uh huh," he answered somewhat boyishly. My friend Leanne watched us for a bit, but watched her husband even closer, as his eyes were practically glued to my ass. She set the water on the dresser and handed her husband the Southern Comfort. He made room for her as she leaned over the bed to kiss my husband first, then me. So sweet were my friend's lips that I lost my rhythm. But my husband was still rock hard as Leanne announced that she was going to take a quick shower. I watched her quizzically as she whispered into Jonathan's ear, but my husband bucked his hips to remind me of the task at hand. "You're so naughty," I said as I smiled down at him and resumed my rise and fall. Jonathan took a hearty swig of his drink and set the glass down on the nightstand. Then he climbed onto the bed beside us. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh no, don't stop," he commanded quietly as he shook his head. At this point I had to close my eyes. A piece of me knew, as Jonathan's fingers stroked down my back, what was coming, but I was nervous. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. It didn't stop me though. I wanted this. I leaned down to kiss my husband and to reassure myself that this too was what he wanted. He moved his hands from my hips to my cheeks and kissed me back hard in return. Jonathan's fingers began teasing the tip of my tailbone -- a sensitive spot for me. I moaned and ground into my husband in response. Jonathan's fingers were suddenly wet as they slid between the cheeks of my behind, and I realized he'd lubricated them. Up and down my hips moved over my husband, while Jonathan's fingertips slid over my anus. A seduction was going on in my mind -- the idea had niggled, and the urge had grown. I moved my own fingers to my clitoris and began circling, and my hips began a rocking motion. Jonathan's fingers circled too, but when my pleasure began mounting he slid a finger into me. "Oh my god," I moaned aloud. Suddenly I wanted this experience so bad I could taste it. I began rocking and circling harder, and Jonathan slid a second finger in. In and out he stroked easily, as my husband's nails gently scratched my back. I gritted my teeth and groaned, as an angry desire took over. I turned my head and looked squarely at Jonathan. "I want you," I told him, "I want you now." His eyes glittered with a triumphant desire as they met mine, and he moved in close to position himself behind me. I was already so close to orgasm that my moans were reverberating in my husband's ears, but then I felt it -- the tentative entry. There was a physical shock to it -- no doubt. Jonathan pulled out slightly when I became still. "Slow," I said out loud, though I thought I'd just said it in my mind. My fingers circled my clitoris with renewed vigor, and my husband, master of my body that he was, scratched the backs of my arms and my neck with long, sensuous strokes. Jonathan took my husband's cue and began scratching the backs of my thighs. "Oh god," I moaned, "Oh god." As my pleasure began to mount again, I resumed my rocking, gently at first, as I grew accustomed to Jonathan's length inside of me, but then harder as I slid more and more easily between them. In somewhat of a haze I heard Jonathan's breathing getting heavier and harder. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it," he said as he graduated to strokes. "Oh fuck," I heard my husband moan aloud. In that moment I was transformed into the woman I never thought I could be. Close to coming again, teeth clenched... "Fuck me," I groaned, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" It was the words, I think, that drove them both over the edge, and I had timed them so perfectly that I went over with them. The orgasmic roar was enough to provoke Leanne to laughter. "Will y'all please not wake the neighbors?" she asked. I giggled. The men grinned. Gingerly we disentangled our bodies. Jonathan brought me the bottle of water, and my husband began toweling me dry. Leanne came over, kissed my lips, and stroked my hair while I recovered. Jonathan curled up beside her and held her. My husband curled up behind me and gently stroked my shoulders. "Well, y'all," Leanne announced, "that was HOT!" I couldn't help but answer with a throaty laugh. "Just wait till it's your turn," I said. Two and Then Him He watched her climb from the pool, and the moonlight and underwater lights made her skin glow as the water dripped from her. He was mesmerized watching her, he was often mesmerized watching her. She was tall for a woman with long toned legs and her stomach was flat and firm with muscle below full, natural breasts that were almost impossible on her small frame. Her nipples stood up in the night air, hard from the water, and from the excitement that the night promised. He could and had spent moments when time seemed not to pass sucking at and playing with them. She wore only a bikini bottom that ran just below her hip bones, and the small piece of cloth with what it covered was somehow more erotic, more tempting than utter nudity would have been. All three girls had been topless the entire week at the rented beach house, except those times in the evenings when the six of them had frolicked in the hot tub or the pool or the ocean completely naked. The playful evenings had been charged with desire for all of them. The first night, the girls had kissed one another on a dare as he'd mixed another batch of drinks, and the stakes had slowly increased as the week went on until yesterday, mid-afternoon, all three couples had been having sex in the living room, gaining motivation and excitement from watching and hearing each other. She had settled back into one of the padded lounge chairs that surrounded the pool with one knee bent and pulled upward and the other leg stretched out toward him. He was tense with desire for her as he watched her take a sip of her vodka drink and smile at him, but he had other plans than his own immediate satisfaction for the evening. He'd known for a very long time that she had fantasized about two men focusing all of their attention on her at the same time, and the previous evening, when they were making love in their room, she'd confessed that she had masturbated while he was in the shower to the idea being fucked and coming over and over by the two as he watched instead of him being one of them. The idea intrigued him, and had spurred him to fuck her with abandon, and he could refuse her nothing, so he'd spoken quietly to the other two couples as she was preparing for dinner earlier. He felt himself shaking slightly as he got up to go to her, and she looked at him with a question on her face as he walked toward her. He knelt astride her legs on the lounge and ran his hands up her legs and then up her rib cage to rest just below her breasts. Leaning forward, he kissed her, pushing his tongue past her lips and filling the kiss with all of the passion and love he had for her, and he felt her respond, kissing him back just as completely after a moment. As he kissed her, he reached down and untied first one knot and then the other that held the bikini bottom taut across her pelvis. When she realized what he was doing, she tensed slightly, but he continued to kiss her and she relaxed. Abruptly he stopped and leaned backward, grabbing the cloth and pulling it free as he stood up and stepped back. She was waxed and completely bare and she started to yelp his name in surprise, but dropped into silence when she realized the other two men were standing above her to either side of the chair, and looking down at her naked body. She gripped the chair with nervous hands and looked at him with a mixture of alarm and lust and excitement and he nodded at her, giving assurance and acceptance, and agreement with what she lusted for. He moved back and settled into another chair with a good view, and felt rather than saw the two other women pull up next to him. Both men knelt down next to her, on either side, and one of them, Tyler kissed her, carefully at first, and as she responded, with more vigor, sucking at her bottom lip and caressing her neck as the other, Michael, sucked at her nipples and squeezed her breasts. He was clearly enamored of them, fascinated with them and was moving from one to the other, back and forth, squeezing and licking, sucking and pulling. Tyler pulled back from the kiss and stepped quickly to kneel down on the lounge itself, between her legs, and he began kissing his way up her thighs, running his lips and tongue over the skin on first their tops, and then, as she relaxed and let her legs fall apart, their inner sides. He worked his way up until it seemed he must be licking her inner most center, his face and tongue blocked from view, but still he wasn't. His breath was tickling across her lips, hot on the wetness that was starting to come from her until she pushed herself upward at him, silently asking for him to continue. He began to lick at her, and slid a finger inside her as Michael continued to suck at her nipples, biting lightly at them. Her hands clenched alternately at the chair, and at the men, fluttering between them as she was overwhelmed with sensation. Her legs lay spread wide, but her feet twitched and slid, and he could see the muscles in her calves standing out clearly as she pushed her lower half up and down with the rhythm of Tyler's fingers and tongue. Her back arched and abruptly both hands came up, down, to grab at Tyler's head and hair as she came, and Michael continued to suck for a moment, but as she began to flatten back out, he pulled back from her breast and stood up to untie his shorts and let them fall to the ground. She opened her eyes from the orgasm and he was above her, standing out erect just above and to the side of her face. He gave a little groan as he watched her look toward him, lock eyes with him, and then reach out to take Michael in first her hand, and then her mouth. She kept her eyes on his a moment longer, and then began to suck in earnest. Michael was moaning, his hands in her hair, she was moaning around his cock in her mouth, and sounds were coming from Tyler as well, as he continued to lick at her with increased intensity again even as he fumbled at the knot that held his shorts. Suddenly, with a groan of frustration and desire, Tyler stood and ripped himself free of his shorts too. She stopped sucking at Michael for a moment and turned to look fully at Tyler, looking him up and down, turning her head to take in all of Michael as well, and then pulled both knees upward in invitation. Tyler crawled forward until he was aligned with her, and she reached downward to guide him inside of her. He watched and although he couldn't see between them, knew exactly when the entrance occurred from their body language and the sounds that came from the two of them, and the knowledge was confirmed when Tyler began moving above her, a rolling motion of his hips and lower back, a tightening and relaxing of the muscles in his ass. She tipped her head forward, moaned, "Oh, FUCK, GOD, yes," and gripped at his shoulder with one hand, nails digging in even as she still held her grip on Michael. She absorbed the feelings for a moment more before turning her head back to the side and taking Michael back into her mouth. He was reaching below Tyler to squeeze at her breasts, to run his fingers and thumbs across her nipples as she sucked at him, and as Tyler held himself up above her and thrust into her. She let go of Michael, let him come out of her mouth as she began to lose herself in Tyler's fucking and when Michael moved carefully in between them to suck at her breasts again, she began to moan and push back at Tyler with more intensity. After only a few moments of that, of Tyler thrusting harder and harder, he had to pull back and out of her. She gasped at the sudden emptiness and looked up at him as he wiped sweat from his forehead. "Michael, you gotta take over for a minute, I can't keep going like that or I'm going to lose it." Michael stepped settled between her legs and, without warning, slammed full length into her, causing her legs to leap up to grip at him, and her hands to claw at his shoulders. "F-u-u-u-u-c-kkkkkk," rolled out of her mouth as he began to push into her relentlessly. Tyler moved to the side of the chair and she gripped at his cock, stroking it and squeezing it in time to Michael's movements. After a moment, a minute, minutes, time was passing strangely, she said, "WAIT." Michael stopped his thrusts, but remained inside her until she pushed at him. "Lay down," she said. Michael arranged himself on the lounge, and somehow, without ever seeming to let go of Tyler's cock, she pulled herself astride him and with a deft movement had settled down onto Michael so that he was buried inside her once again. Tyler detached himself and moved behind her so that she was leaning back against his abdomen, the back of her head on his chest as she rolled her hips and ground into Michael, and Tyler's hands were cupping her breasts from behind and above. She grabbed at his hands with hers and gave silent guidance as to how to squeeze and rub them. Her breathing was ragged, and snippets of words and sounds were pouring out of her. She was flushed and radiant, coated in a sheen of sweat in the light from the pool and the moon. She looked upward and over her shoulder at Tyler and reached over her shoulder to grip at his chest. "My ass," she said, and then leaned forward onto Michael, flattening her upper body against his and stopping the rolling of her hips. Tyler knelt down and spread her ass apart and ran a thumb across her and she shuddered and Michael moaned at her clenching reaction. Tyler reached ran his tongue along his palm and then used the saliva to stroke at his cock as he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her ass. She shuddered again and let out a moan through teeth clenched down on her bottom lip. After he had wet her with his tongue, probed at her, he eased a saliva covered finger inside her ass, and when she had relaxed, he slowly eased in a second. Michael was below her, holding her ass apart and making careful, short, slow thrusts upward, the top of his cock rubbing and pushing at her clit and her forehead was pushed into him as she lost herself in the feelings and tried to relax completely for Tyler's fingers. He pulled them slowly out of her and, on one knee, placed the head of his cock at her ass before pushing slowly forward. There was a short resistance, but then, as she relaxed and pushed back, he was inside. He pushed forward, millimeters at a time until his balls were against her, against Michael's below him, and then gave her time to get used to him. At her murmured, "ok," he began to pull slowly out. When he was almost all the way out, Michael gave a thrust from below, and then began to pull out as Tyler pushed forward again. Slowly, following her body's lead, her rolling hips, and their own instincts to move, the three of them began to move together. The rhythm wasn't always perfect, but it was raw and full of need and began to increase in pace and insistence. Tyler was the first to go, the tightness of her ass, the sheer wonder and wrongness of what they were doing sending him into spasms and paroxysm and he pulled free from her clenching and came on her, on her ass and the small of her back, the hot liquid caressing her spine. His orgasm triggered hers, and she thrust hard and fast, her hips twitching and bouncing down on Michael and her pussy clutching at his cock. Michael began pushing at her, and she pulled herself off of him as he began to come, shooting up onto her stomach and the outside of her pussy, and all over his own stomach. Tyler stepped back from her as she collapsed down onto Michael, wet with their commingled sweat and other things. He pushed her hair back from her face, and she gave him an exhausted and satisfied smile. He picked her carefully up, and she curled into his arms, into his embrace and he carried her over sit down with her in his lap. He gave her a look of surprise when she looked back at him with a mischievous grin, reached downward and shifted so that he slid inside her. She pulled her feet up to his thighs and the two of them leaned and slid downward in the chair until he could gain some leverage and begin to make shallow thrusts into her soaking wet pussy. He couldn't see it coming, didn't know who it was, but someone was kneeling in front of them licking at her pussy, and at his cock where it entered her, a hand gripping at his balls. He let out a howl, unable to withstand the sensation and the pent up sexual desire from watching her, and began to come, spasming over and over inside her even as the licking and milking continued. She turned her head back and toward him, kissing his cheek, and told him everything he wanted to hear, including that the night was far from over. Two And Two Make Three Note: My thanks to my friends for editing. ***** It was a long journey. And no trolley service. He swore he wouldn't travel with this train company again. Susie was twitchy, in expectation of what would happen that night. Naked under her short skirt, so he could smell her need, stroke her sometimes, when fellow-passengers weren't looking. Fortunately she'd had the foresight to bring snacks, so they survived without the refreshment trolley, though a cup of tea would have been good. He'd made this trip before; she hadn't. He pointed out features they were passing as they conversed. They shared a great deal, in their perspectives on the world and the strange doings of humankind, so the discussions were deeply satisfying to him. And, he knew, to her. It was very rare to find someone with whom he was politically, intellectually and sexually so close. But this excursion wasn't primarily about them. They were travelling to meet someone else. And when he wasn't chatting with Susie, his mind focused on the woman they were to be with. He'd met her online, and they'd been speaking for several weeks. They'd played on Skype, and he understood her well enough to know that she posed him a huge challenge. She had only agreed to meet them, and warned him that she might back out because she was so scared. He usually had enough self-confidence to be sure he could seduce a woman into giving him whatever he needed. But with this woman he wasn't sure. It would be a fascinating encounter. ***** In the hotel room Susie helped him set the bed up, organise the rope to secure the new woman's cuffs. Then she begged for pleasure. She knew he wasn't going to fuck her; he was saving his spunk for Shonagh. He was her master, but he cared for her. Strict but so kind and loving when she needed it, as she'd learned from their few days together so far. Her heart soared when he instructed her to strip. She felt her cunt flood as he cuffed and blindfolded her. Then it was just sound. And smell. A rasping sound she couldn't identify. A new scent at the edge of her awareness, slightly cloying. His wicked fingers tugged and twisted her nipples, so her cunt gushed. And sweetjesus, his mouth... exploring and teasing her gaping flower. Her hips rose to him, her being focused in the nerve-endings in her groin. And then... the bastard. He moved away. ***** He tested the candle. Enough hot wax now. Leaned over her silently, aimed carefully. Angled the thing. The most profane scream as the burning substance dripped on one nipple. Formed hot red splats, almost like blood, but blood doesn't congeal instantly like that. The other nipple... more screams. First time she'd screamed like that. Well, she had chosen to have no safeword. Just as well the room was soundproof. He admired the wax-spattered nipples, more erect and pointy than he'd seen them before. Moved the candle. Her clit was large and protruding; an easy target. Wax dripped. The howl was so primal it even frightened him. "Jesusfuck master... YELLOW..." So much for no safeword. He blew the candle out, unlocked the cuffs. Lay beside her, taking her in his arms, stroking her teared face, and kissed her mouth. When she stopped shaking and weeping, he picked the wax carefully from her sexparts. The buzzing wand gave her the explosion she needed. ***** They'd decided to eat in the hotel before venturing out to meet the other woman in a nearby pub. Intermittent pouring rain discouraged any explorations of a city he knew a wee bit, she not at all. He'd expected her to become nervous as the time approached to meet Shonagh, but she was her usual being, completely self-assured as they dissected the motivation of the stranger they were soon to see. And their own feelings. Neither of them had been in any sort of a threesome before. Shonagh had told him she'd never had an orgasm with a man, in nearly twenty years of sex. Both of them had chatted with her extensively online, and she'd cammed with him. They understood the woman was nervous as hell, and very edgy. So the course the evening might take was completely unpredictable. They both knew they had to follow and respond to the other woman's needs. She wanted to experience submission and pain for the first time, and the whole event would be about her. The meal was nothing special. He confined himself to a half-pint of bitter with it; she drank water. Both had to be in complete control of themselves for the evening. They'd just returned to their room with half an hour to spare before they were due to meet the woman, when the phone rang. "Hi. It's Shonagh." "You in the pub already? Sorry, we were just about to leave." "Nope, decided to just come to the hotel. I was scared that if I went to the pub, I might back out with a couple of drinks in me. And I didn't want to back out. Best if I don't have that option." "I'll be right down. Two minutes." He was trembling with excitement in the lift. Every sub was different of course. But Shonagh was way off the map, quite outwith his experience. She'd said she wanted him to take complete control, but he knew she had no idea what that meant. So he didn't have a predetermined strategy with her. He'd need to play it by ear. He knew she needed tender too, though she'd denied that when he suggested it on IM. He drew breath sharply on seeing her in the lobby. Slender, tall, waif-like. Edith Piaf sprang to his mind. Sexy as fuck. But so complicated. It would be an interesting evening. He drew her to him gently, kissed her cheek, led her to the lift. As they ascended, he grabbed her hard and kissed her mouth. Knew her uncertainly. And her arousal. Knew that whatever happened, the evening would be good. ***** Susie's face was wreathed in a smile as he drew the younger woman into the room. It would be the first real time with another woman for both of them. So many elements of unpredictability. But as he watched the women embrace and whisper greetings, he knew it would be all right. Susie's role was to make her more comfortable. So that her master could play with this new girl. He moved to open the wine as the women separated, closely regarding each other. He was just an extra at this point. "Want some wine Shonagh?" "Oh fuck yes. I've never been more nervous. Need a drink. And – she fumbled in her bag – d'you mind if I smoke?" He'd been surprised to discover that hotels in England still had smoking rooms, and he'd booked one at the younger woman's request. He smoked, but could take it or leave it. But he knew Shonagh needed every prop she could have tonight. He opened the window. Smoking was an issue for Susie, but she'd put up with it for the evening. He rolled himself one as the girl gulped wine, drew greedily on the cigarette. Fuck, was she skittish. A colt needing to be broken in. He so wanted to touch her, take her in his arms, collar her. But now wasn't the time. She needed to settle, and it might be best if she was alone with Susie for a wee while. So... "We only have one bottle of wine in the room. We were going to get more booze from Tesco on our way to the pub. I'll just nick out and get some now. What's your preference Shonagh?" "Oh, let me go get the wine, so you and Shonagh have time together?" He watched the younger woman's face at Susie's words. "No, it's best if I go." ***** The women were embracing on the settee by the window when he returned. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched, strangely detached, but very excited. Every nerve in him wanted to stroke Shonagh's sexform as his lover embraced her. But the time wasn't yet. They were whispering to each other, and his hearing wasn't the best. Just as well; he really didn't want to eavesdrop. They were in private just now, best to leave them like that. He rolled a fag and moved to the window to smoke, his back to the women as he watched the rain spattering city streets. Opened a can of beer, more for something to do than because he needed a drink. He would make it last for hours, careful sips. But Shonagh's glass was empty, and at the sound of the can opening, she asked him to refill it. He didn't mind how much she drank, if that was what she needed to relax. He stubbed out the rollup and sat on the bed. Susie had the younger woman's top off now, one hand fondling a breast, the other stroking her thigh. Their breathing was coming faster. Shonagh's fingers went nervously to his lover's tit. Both were gasping now. The younger woman's breasts were bared, and Susie's mouth descended. His hand moved to his groin. He'd never in his life seen such beautiful nipples. Hmm... no that wasn't right. But they equalled those of his beloved ex in their perfection. Susie pulled back from the embrace. Nodded pointedly at him. He stood, opened his arms. The younger woman rose uncertainly, moved towards him. Her mouth opened under his and he tasted her hesitant willingness. He stroked her back and she pressed her hips against his. Whispered something in his ear. He withdrew slightly from her. "No Shonagh, I don't want a blowjob. Not yet anyway. How're you feeling?" "I really like Susie. I'm wet." "Good girl. Go back to her now, I love watching you together." Her fingers found him through his trousers. "Mmm, so I can feel." He refilled her glass. Hmm, she was drinking quickly. Watched as she removed her bra, settled in Susie's arms. Fuck, such beautiful tits. A gorgeous body. He removed his shoes, resumed a spectator role. Watched the women undress each other piece by piece, heard their moans as skin rubbed on skin. They were down to panties and thighhighs when a mobile buzzed. Shonagh jerked away from her companion, panic on her face as she looked at the phone. "Music, need music. Put some fucking music on will ya?" Susie grabbed the remote, flicked channels searching fruitlessly for music. He was puzzled. "Why do you need music lassie?" "It's my husband. He thinks I'm working late, then going to the pub." "If I'd know I'd have brought music. But there's none. Can't you just call him back from here?" "I need street sounds at least, something he can recognise." "Stand by the open window?" "Not enough noise." She was struggling into her clothes... "Need to go out to call him, sorry." Panic was etched on her face. If that's what she had to do, that's what would happen. He laced his brogues as she patted her hair into a semblance of order. There were tears in her eyes in the lift, and he licked them from her. "It's OK lassie. I'll wait whilst you make your call." She left the building. He stood at the entrance smoking, wondering where her head was. She'd told him something of her marriage, enough that he knew she couldn't upset her husband. She returned after five minutes, face smiling. He smiled back, relieved. "All OK?" "Yeah. He's a funny bugger." In the lift she sank against him, supine, submissive. He pulled a hard nipple, naked under her flimsy top. "I want you Shonagh. Tonight you're going to give yourself to me. Aren't you?" "Yes." His heart dissolved. Fuck, she was perfect. The fact that she was so complex and skittish made it all the better. More of a challenge for him. When they re-entered the room, Susie was naked on the bed, cunt flowering and glistening. Shonagh shivered, began removing her clothes, then looked at the two of them in turn. "I need a line of coke." It was a statement. "Go ahead, little girl." He lay beside Susie as the younger woman locked the bathroom door behind her. He stroked his lover's cunt. "So. What do you think? I note that she's got your cunt wet?" "Oh jesus yes, she's sex incarnate. She really turns me on. And..." – a proud smile – "she says I turn her on too. With a body twenty-five years older than hers!" "I'm so proud of you, my slut. Here, you need these now." He'd just fastened the clamps when Shonagh reappeared. He retired to the settee to watch the women together on the bed. Shonagh was naked in seconds, and for the first time he fully appreciated the beauty of her form. He had to undress, play with himself gently as he watched them together. Susie was licking her cunt, lifted her head, whispered to him. "You have to taste her master. Now." "Get me more wine before you can taste my cunt." Fuck, she was feisty. He loved a sub with spirit. He filled her glass. Moved his throbbing cock to her mouth before he allowed himself to pleasure her. Susie withdrew, poured vodka in a glass, sat back masturbating, watching her master with the other woman. He gasped as she took him in her mouth... fuck. Right down her throat. He twisted to taste her cunt, and she parted her legs wide. Sharp and fruity, delicious. Her hips thust to his exploring mouth as her throat muscles closed on him. But he didn't want to spunk her there. He withdrew gently, focusing on giving her pleasure. Then she pushed him away. "Pain, give me pain." He reached for the collar, held it before her. Looked her a question. His cock surged at her slight nod. His fingers trembled as he fastened it round her neck, kissed her panting mouth. "You're mine now Shonagh. Aren't you?" "Yes. Cuff me." He fastened the cuffs to her wrists, Velcro ones. He didn't want to scare her with padlocks. He left her ankles alone. One step at a time. "Hurt me." Her eyes closed as he fastened the clamps on her protruding nipples. The crop swished in his hand. He tapped her tits with it, gently at first, watching her face, trusting himself to strike harder with every stroke. God she was beautiful. He heard the squishy sounds of Susie's fingers in her own sex, watched as she refilled her vodka. Then began cropping the younger woman's cunt. Her legs splayed to ease his access to her engorged lips, the small clit just visible. He tested with his fingers. Wet. Very wet. Resumed cropping her sex. It was harder to judge what she needed with her eyes shut, but her breathing and body language told him she wanted this. Her cunt was now drenched. He whispered in her ear "You OK Shonagh?" "Yeah. But I need a fag. And a drink." He removed clamps and cuffs, brought what she requested. She sat up, lit a fag, gulped wine, and nodded to Susie. The older woman lay beside her. "I can't believe this is happening to me. But I'm not sure how much further I can go. Maybe I need a vallie..." He knew valium was a downer, and advised her against it. But it was her show. If that's what she had to do, sobeit. He handed her her bag, and they watched as she swallowed the pill. Washed it down with wine, held the glass out to be refilled. ***** He knew the valium was a mistake, but it was her first time, and some people only learn the hard way. This remarkable powerful woman was clearly one of them. He watched as the women writhed together on the bed, tribbing. He was strangely unaroused seeing them together. Had expected a different response in himself. Sounds of kissing, sexual cuntsquishing, aroused breathing, filled the room. He played absently with his cock, in a very strange place in his head. Presently the younger woman pushed Susie away. "I need him." His cock went rigid. Susie retired, filled her glass, leaned back against the wall, legs splayed, cunt blossoming. He took the younger woman's hands. Secured the cuffs as she lay, totally passive. Trailed the new heavy flogger's falls over her face. "You belong to me now, don't you? Going to be my good girl?" A nod. She flinched as the flogger bit into her groin. Lashed her perfect tits. "More?" Another nod. Her eyes were shut. He lashed harder as the older woman sipped and masturbated. Sexscent filled the room despite the open window. Eventually he relented. He was getting too heavily into hurting her, was near the point of losing it. He set the wicked implement aside and uncuffed her. Lay beside her to hold and stroke her perfect body. She pushed him away. "No, don't want that. Just pain. Get me a drink." Fuck, was she jittery. He knew she was getting out of her head on the alcohol and other things she'd consumed. Filled her wineglass. Realised the evening probably wouldn't conclude with him fucking her. Sipped the last of his Stella, and opened another can. Susie slipped onto the bed beside the younger woman. He rolled a fag and stood by the open window as the last light faded in the west. His head was in a state of some confusion. He'd never met anyone as volatile as this woman. But it was about her, not about him, or Susie. Whatever happened or didn't, he wanted Shonagh to have no regrets about the encounter. The sound of sobbing. He turned to watch. Shonagh was convulsed in tears in his lover's arms. Sounds of whispering between them, but he couldn't hear their exchanges. A very private moment. Not his place to intrude. He turned away, almost wishing he wasn't there. Then odd sounds. He turned. Shonagh was alone on the bed, writhing, tearing at her collar with her hands. She seemed to be too out of her head to try and unfasten it. He shushed her, and she stilled as he removed the thing. Fuck. It was a fabric collar; she'd specified she didn't want anything like a dog collar, so he'd found this pretty velour thing for her. Now it was in tatters. She looked at him, her eyes strangely vacant. Grabbed round his neck, almost possessively, kissed him harshly, took his hand, placed it on her wetness. "Hard." It was barely a whisper. He thrust two fingers into her, probed for her gspot. Her fingers fumbled with his, and at first he thought she was trying to remove him from her cunt. Then it dawned on him... she wanted more fingers in her. She got them. Writhed and groaned against him till his thumb was in her too... not over the knuckle, not fisting, but five fingers drove into her cunt and he bit her nipples harshly and her hips rose shuddering against his hand and her groans filled the room. He heard the cry somewhere in his head as Susie orgasmed to herself. "Fuck me. Need your cock in me. Now." But by the time he had the condom on him, she'd moved to another place, didn't want him. His cock wilted. He switched all the lights on. Shonagh had asked for the lights to be minimised. He'd had enough. He could no longer cope with her volatility. "Get your clothes on. This isn't going to work. Sit down and have a fag. More wine. Or a cup of tea, whatever you want." She looked at him curiously. Her eyes were more alive now, but still glazed from what she'd ingested. She became distraught looking for her clothes, till dutiful Suzie found the last fragments. "Wine or tea?" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her. "Wine." She smiled, a real smile, sparkles in her eyes as if she'd taken nothing untoward. After a few minutes she glanced at her watch. "Must go now, sorry." She embraced Susie before he led her through the door. In the lift she muttered "Sorry. I really fucked it up, didn't I?" He took her in his arms, whispering "You fucked nothing up my sweet. You tried something, and this time it didn't work out as anybody expected. Jesus..." He lifted her chin, so his eyes were in hers "the first time you try something it doesn't always work does it?" there were tears in his eyes "But I know you need a next time. Cept it won't be with Susie and I. You'll find your way. You're a good strong woman." He smiled ruefully "Just maybe too fucking strong." She clung to him as they said goodbye. He watched the taxi's tail-lights disappear. Susie was beneath the duvet when he returned to the room. Breathing heavily. She was out. He knew he wouldn't sleep for a while. Head too fucking jangled by the weird encounter. He picked up the vodka bottle. Fuck. No wonder Susie was out. She'd drunk nearly a half-bottle of vodka. He filled a glass, opened another beer, rolled a fag, and sat down to read his mind calm again after the turbulence of the evening. Wasn't in bed till much later. Two And Two Make Three ***** They were woken by the phone ringing. It was only eight-forty. The alarm was set for ten-thirty. Susie groggily answered it. Glanced at him. "Did you ask for an alarm call?" "I was going to ask you the same thing. No." "Is that usual round here, that you get alarm calls you haven't booked?" He shook his head. "Never happened to me before, no. Hey, you really ploughed into the vodka last night." "I feel it now. Had to throw up after you finally came to bed. Fortunately I made it to the toilet in time." "Sounds like you need some tea then." He fussed with kettle and mugs, brought her tea and ibuprofen. They sipped quietly. Chatted about the strangeness of the night, of Shonagh's unusual behaviour. "You want some more sleep lassie? I'm going to get dressed now, but I've plenty to read if you need more rest." "No, what I need is a shower." No sooner was Susie in the shower than the phone rang. Nine-twenty. Strange. Really strange. He answered. "It's Shonagh." "Hi lassie. How are you?" "I'm down in the lobby. Come and get me." Fuck. What was this? His head was birling, attempting to cope with who this strange and wonderful woman was. "Let me get some clothes on first? Five minutes." He stuck his head into the bathroom. "Guess who's down in the lobby?" "She's not?" "Aye she is. Back in five." ***** The woman in the hotel lobby wasn't the one he'd been with the previous evening. Her, she'd been dressed to fuck, lacy black top and short skirt, thighhighs, heeled sexboots. This woman was in an everyday top, jeans, slip-ons. No makeup. And when he took her in his arms and looked in her eyes, they were alive. Unglazed. The real Shonagh. He had wanted the slut last night, but this woman he wanted more. "So. Why have you come back?" She grinned impishly, eyes sparkling. "Unfinished business. Sorry, I got out of my head last night. I haven't slept. Kept replaying it all in my head. Had to come back. Take me up. I'm yours." Jesus. The last thing he'd expected. When she left last night he thought he'd never see her again. His cock surged. He grabbed her hand. Drew her to the lift. As the door eased shut he embraced her. "Your head's in a different place this morning. You're going to give yourself to me. Let go of yourself. Aren't you? You began to a couple of times last night, but you couldn't let go. You will now." She kissed him, soft and open, yielding. "Yeah. I need to let go now." Susie was naked from the shower when they entered the room. The women embraced. He drew the curtains. Removed his clothes. Turned Shonagh to him. "Strip. You belong to me. Master needs his good girl naked." She was quivering as she lay on the bed. Susie retired to the settee, mug of tea in hand, to watch. He lay beside the younger woman, on her right so the other woman had an unobstructed view; his fingers trembling as he stroked her face. Kissed her mouth gently. Took the clamps from the table. The cruel ones, unsheathed metal to bite her hard nipples. This time her eyes were open as the unforgiving material forced her flesh together. Her pupils widened. He didn't need to restrain her. Her head was doing the job. She was his. He'd gauged the previous night that the crop worked better for her than the flogger. So he cropped her clit and cuntlips. Her legs instinctively closed to protect her sex. "Open your fucking legs wide and keep them apart. Or do I need to get Susie to hold them for me?" She shook her head, face a grimace of pleasurepain. The crop swung and the tab slapped viciously till her cunt was glowing red. He dropped it, lowered his head. Lapped her tangy need. She was panting, her hips writhing. Beginning the odyssey to her first orgasm with another being. But she didn't need his mouth, that was his self-indulgence. He had her measure from the previous night. She needed fingers, and not at all gentle. She got them. Vicious thrusting, four fingers and a thumb ramming into her, right to the final knuckles. Her eyes were shut, but he knew better how to read her face and breathing now. She didn't utter a whimper. Normally he enjoyed hearing a woman's pleasure, but this wasn't about him at all. He worked her with care and devotion, responding as best he could to her every movement, every tremor of her face muscles. Fuck, he was forcing his hand so hard, her cunt was so relaxed and open to his ministrations, that he wouldn't have been surprised if his knuckles had finally breached her defences. Her face contorted. She'd completely let go, for the first time in her life with another being. Her hips rose from the bed, undulating in need to seek his hand. Long and slow. He bent to kiss her mouth, hand continuing its relentless punishment. Her back arched impossibly. A long groan. His hand was drenched. She sank back on the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, honest sparkling eyes. She smiled, her heart open to him. The merest whisper. "Thank you." He lay beside her, arms round her, stroking, caring. Mouthed in her ear. "I so want to fuck you. But every man you've been with has fucked you. I want you to remember this as the one time that didn't happen. This is about you Shonagh, not about me at all." Presently they rose and dressed, and he saw her down to the lobby. They kissed, as lovers this time. Longing and gentle. The parting. They wouldn't see each other again. ***** When he returned to the room, Susie had dressed. "So. How was she?" "You saw. You know. But I need some fucking relief. Get your clothes off slut." She obeyed. She was perfect. "Masturbate your master." She obeyed. She'd never seen him so big. "Do you want your slut's mouth?" "You know the answer." It wasn't Susie sucking him, in his mind. It wasn't Shonagh. Wasn't his ex. It was a completely anonymous woman. His hips rose and thrust in the mouth. "You need cunt master." He lifted her legs over his shoulders. And thrust. Purefuck. His loving sexslave. He gave her what she needed. And fuck, did he need it.