The Island of Anguilla

Preface

This is the third part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. After their stay at Pine Lake and their honeymoon in Maui they embark on a new life with their new friends. I recommend reading the first two sagas. Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii

A word of warning, most of my stories contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. Some contain elements of consensual non consent and extreme situations that some might find disturbing. Everything I describe is pure fantasy. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2

Brad woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing on the night stand. It was a text message from Michelle asking him to meet up and give a report. He flung the covers aside and started to get out of bed when a wave of warmth washed over him. The room began to spin and his head got heavy. If he didn’t know better he would think it was a hangover. There was no way two whiskies had this much of a lasting effect, perhaps the long hours and whirlwind of events lately where taking their toll. Brad steadied himself and slowly made his way to the bathroom, perhaps a shower would help him recover.

Much better, but still feeling the aftermath of his evening in tow, Brad made his way to the central court where most of the resorts activities revolved around the pool. He notices off on the other side of the pool, Michelle and Ron sitting at a lone table.

“About time, you think you’re on vacation or something?” Michelle jokingly asked, as Brad approached.

“Sorry, I must have over slept.” Brad grumbled as he pulled out his chair and took a seat.

“So tell me, what, have you found? ” Michelle asked quickly getting down to business.

Brad was hesitant to speak in such a public setting about what he was discovering, but there was no secret he was there to analyze the business for Michelle. He explained what he thought was going on. Someone was running a private club out of villa ten. Not only were there no records of that villa being rented out for over a year, it appeared the resort was paying for all the liquor they were taking as well. In addition, it appeared the night club was doing much more volume than they were reporting.

“Well we’ve suspected Juan was skimming money for some time, but not to this degree.” Michelle quietly confirmed.

“We really need to maintain our relationship with his family if we want to keep operating this place.” She continued

“What can we do to stop him from draining this place dry without firing him and causing a much bigger problem?” Ron asked muffled by his hand covering his mouth.

“We can hire a buying manager to relive him of the burden of that from now on.” Michelle quickly interjected.

“I want you to keep digging, I have a feeling there’s more going on here than some minor skimming of alcohol to run an underground club. Just be careful, I don’t want to have to find a new accountant, if you know what I mean.” Michelle sincerely said with a concerned look on her face.

Brad was about to ask if they had seen Brooke, when the waitress came up with breakfast, interrupting their privacy. Brad didn’t realize how hungry he was until he took the first bite, forgetting all about his impending question and focused instead on consuming his meal. The three associates had some small talk as they ate, leaving business behind, until they were finished and ready to depart.

“Any word from Brooke?” Brad finally asked.

“It might be a few days,” Michelle responded in a sympathetic tone.

Brad was disappointed at the lack of information about Brooke, but knew it was part of the game plan. She was digging around from her end while he was digging around from his. Brad made his way up to the front office, the whole way his brain flipping through the possible ways Juan was skimming money from the business. Brad was sure he had combed through all the expenses, and couldn’t think of anything he had missed, that would hint at what else was going on. Then it dawned on him to take a closer look at the revenue side to see what he might be able to find.

For the next six hours Brad searched through all the deposits, trying to build a picture of where the revenue was coming from. What percentage was from the restaurant, the bar, room rentals, ext. It wasn’t easy focusing on his work, as the memories of Mia fought for his attention. Finally he decided to take a break and headed for the bar, half hoping to see her there.

Sure enough Mia was behind the bar, pouring drinks and eagerly helping guests. As Brad took a seat at the end of the bar, Mia looked down at him with a wry smile. Brad couldn’t help himself. Something about her smile made him feel ashamed. Not just for having cheated on Brooke by performing oral sex on her, but for how much he desired to do it again. He tried to resist the urge to smile back at her, but his face betrayed him and happily responded with a glowing grin.

“Drink sir?” Mia snickered as she slapped a napkin down in front of him.

“Sure, how about a rum and coke,”

“If you like rum sir can I recommend our Legacy by Angostura? I’m absolutely sure you’ll like it.” Mia suggested with authority.

Mia stared at Brad waiting for his response as her deep brown eyes probed his soul her upturned eyebrows daring him to disagree with her. Brad felt drawn in as if he was being pulled down a long dark cave, the rest of the resort stuck behind him in the past.

“Uh, yeah, ok I’ll try that.” Brad stuttered as he felt the grip of her gaze release him.

Brad watched as Mia turned and walked away. Her short tan skirt flapping as she bounced. Brad watched as she got on a short ladder and retrieved a clear crystal bottle from the top shelf. It had a fancy sterling silver top on it and looked to be almost full as she pulled the cork out and tipped the bottle, pouring about an inch worth in an etched glass. Mia returned with his drink, setting it down on the napkin in front of him and paused. She leaned in as if she was going to whisper something to him but said nothing. Instead she just stared at him once again raising her eyebrow as if to dare him while seductively wetting her lip with her tongue.

Brad felt the burn of her eyes piercing into him. It was almost as if he was looking into the sun. He was forced to break his gaze and look away before he lost his sight. Luckily for him, his broken gaze landed perfectly to see the pink lace of her bra peeking out from beneath her work shirt. The unbuttoned polo shirt was transformed into something sexy by her firm breasts pushing out creating a cauldron of desire.

Mia again broke the trance Brad had been placed under with her sweet Caribbean voice.

“Enjoy sir.”

Mia slowly turned to continue attending to her other customers, causing Brad’s whole body to lean around and try and maintain eye contact with her lace covered cleavage. He was left to watch her bounce away once again, left only with a drink and a longing for her return. Her treating him like any other customer felt a bit uncomfortable after what they had done the night before. It was almost as if she didn’t even know him.

Brad took a sip of his rum, and it was good. The nutty spices gave way to a fruity finish with hints of the oak barrel it had been aged in. Brad took another sip as he watched Mia walk to the far end of the bar and out of sight. For the first time since he had sat down, he took a look around, assessing the crowd that was starting to build before the dinner hour.

Brad took the last sip of his rum and set the empty glass back on the bar.

“Another one sir,” Mia asked.

“Uh, yeah sure, I’ll have another.” Brad responded.

Mia returned with a fresh glass of rum and a fresh napkin, placing the glass on the bar, but sliding the napkin forward next to the glass. Brad looked down at her soft hand lingering against the white paper, realizing she was trying to hide her intention from others around.

“I’ll bill your room sir.” She announced as she went on about her way.

Brad flipped over the napkin revealing the message she had intended to pass him. Your room at nine was all it said. Brad felt an excitement wash over him. Her cavalier attitude towards him was just a front for the rest of the bar. She wanted to see him again and it sent waves of excitement through him. Brad felt a huge smile overtake his face as he raised his glass up to his lips and took another swig of his recommended rum. As the warmth of the brown sugary drink filled his mouth the guilt of his excitement slapped his psyche. He wanted so badly to see Mia again but felt horrible for betraying Brooke.

It was fifteen minutes to nine when Brad stepped out of the shower. He was scurrying around like a teen boy before prom. He didn’t know what to expect from Mia but the prospect of her arrival had him excited just the same. The fact he was still trapped in a prison the size of a thimble was excruciating. No matter how excited he felt, it was impossible for him to show it. Brad might be the one having an exciting evening but Brooke was the one having the last laugh.

Brad held his breath when he heard the first knock on the door. He was about to get up from the couch to go let Mia in, but she beat him too it.

“One of the advantages to working here, I have a master key.” She said as she entered his room.

Any unsettling feelings Brad might have from her barging in were quickly overpowered by the joy he felt at her presence.

“You missed me didn’t you?” Mia quipped.

But before Brad could answer Mia leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips that shocked Brad to the core. Her confidence overpowered his will to resist and her sexual presence heightened his desire more than he had every experienced before.

“I need to take a bath before we go out, so why don’t you fill the tub up for me.” Mia instructed as she tossed a suit bag over the back of the couch.

“I didn’t have time after work so I just came straight over.”

Brad felt weird drawing a bath for her. First of all he had never done that for anyone and secondly he barely knew Mia, but as he turned the knob up, on the hot water, the anticipation of getting to see her completely naked brought life to his confined masculinity. He dipped his hand into the water trying to judge the temperature not sure how warm she would want it.

“Ok, I can take it from here jailbird.” An obvious wise crack, reminding him she knew about his chastity.

Mia closed the door leaving Brad alone in the main room as she took her bath. His hopes of seeing her naked dashed as she waited till the door was closed to remove her work clothes. As he sat quietly on the couch waiting for her emergence, he envisioned what her dark brown body looked like soaking in his tub. He remembered the contrast of her bright red pussy against the dark brown outlines of her lips, and the way the excitement oozed from her.

The sound of Mia calling for him pulled him from his daydream.

“Bring me my bag please.” She called out.

Brad quickly scooped up the garment bag draped across the couch and carried it to the bathroom by the top hanger.

“I have it.” Brad announced loudly from the other side of the door.

“Can you hang it on the back of the door please?”

Brad eagerly turned the knob pushing the door open.

“Excuse me?” Mia yelled as she covered her soaking body with her arms and dipped lower into the tub.

Brad felt ashamed he had tried to peer in at her naked body. She asked for her bag not to be ogled by some pervert. What the hell was he thinking? What had possessed him to think it was ok to violate her privacy like that? He felt like a complete pervert for building up such a fantasy of her in his mind and then allowing that to let him behave so disrespectfully. Brad quickly averted his eyes, and turning to hang the bag on the back of the door apologized.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,”

Mia cut him off. “I’ll be out in a few minutes. In the meantime order us some drinks from room service.”

Brad could hear the annoyance in her voice, but was thankful she wasn’t angrier. He closed the door quickly and headed for the phone. He dialed room service and ordered them some drinks as Mia had requested. Brad sat down quietly waiting for the knock at the door, fighting the urge to replay the first glimpse he got of Mia in the tub. Soon the knock on the door came and he got up, taking the tray from the worker.

“What did you get us?” Mia called out as she emerged from the bathroom.

Brad’s back was turned towards the bathroom as he was sliding the drink tray onto the small table in his room.

“I got you that Pink Pantie drink you like and another glass of that Legacy rum for me.” Brad proudly announced as he turned, anticipating the smile on her face when she heard he had remembered the drink she liked.

Rather than waiting for him to hand her, her drink Mia pushed her way past him and reached down grabbing the rum from the tray.

“Oh I’m not in the mood for that right now, you can have it.”

Once again brad found himself in an uncomfortable spot. He was hoping the thoughtfulness of his drink order would make her forget the rudeness of his visual assault, but instead she was unhappy with his choice for her and left it untouched.

As Brad came to grips with the fact he had made the wrong choice, he was surprised at the sight before him.

Mia had on a red leather top. It was laced up the front exposing the firm dark skin between her breasts, the matching leather skirt barely long enough to cover much at all. She had on tall black boots that where only partially laced up.

“Why don’t you finish these for me while I have my drink?”

Mia’s words slithered into Brad’s ear, wrapping around his will and pulling him to the floor beside her, as she sat on the couch with her drink in hand, he instinctively kneeled in front of her reaching for the hanging laces.

“Not too tight now.” She instructed putting the leather sole on Brad’s thigh.

Brad ran the strings back and forth in the eyelets following the same pattern she had previously started, gradually working his way up above her knee. The boots were so tall they almost reached the hem in her skirt. Brad was concentrating on what he was doing; trying desperately to do a good enough job to finally gain her approval.

“Would you like another taste tonight?” Mia teased as she twisted her leg open just a bit.

Brad’s mind went wild at the thought. He was afraid she wouldn’t want him near her again, after the way he behaved earlier.

“I told you, you’d have to earn it. Are you ready to earn it?”

“Yes.” Brad said timidly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please?” Brad hesitated.

“Yes, please WHAT.” Mia barked seeing to lose her patience.

“Yes, please Mia?” Brad fearfully answered.

“When I’m dressed like this its Mistress NOT Mia. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Oh this may be more difficult than I thought.” Mia gasped.

“Yes, I understand WHAT?” Mia snapped.

“Yes, I understand Mistress.”

“Much better, Now finish my other boot.” Mia replaced her completed boot with the one that was yet laced, firmly pushing down on Brad’s thigh again and exerting her power over him.

Brad finished lacing up her other boot, while she continued to talk to him.

“Now we need to set a few ground rules for tonight. First off I know you have to maintain appearances in public and I don’t want to undermine you in that way. I want to go to the private area of the villa tonight but that area is only open to couples so that’s where you come in. I want to have some fun, and you don’t have to do a thing, only stand there and behave. That means no interference, no interacting with anyone unless I tell you to, and under no circumstances are you to touch anyone. Is that understood?”

Brad looked up from his task and responded.” Yes Mistress.”

Mia gave him an approving smile. Not only was she pleased he was agreeable to the evening, but he responded correctly as well.

“That’s a good boy,” Mia praised as she softly patted his face.

“I will leave first. Then you will wait five minutes and come to the villa. When the door man stops you, tell him you are with Mia and he will let you in. I will be at the bar waiting for you, have a seat and order a drink. It will look like you just came in for a drink nothing else. Got it?”

“Yes…Mi, I mean Mistress.” Brad caught himself just in time.

Mia stood up and her high heels clicking against the tile floor. She strutted out the door and into the night leaving Brad to pick himself up and collect his thoughts. No sooner had the door closed behind her, and Brad was already desperate to see her again. Something about that woman infected him like a virus overtaking every cell in his body. He quickly looked over at the clock it was a quarter past ten and he had to wait five long minutes before he could follow. He anxiously stood there staring at the clock waiting for the time to pass before he crashed through the door like a race horse leaving the shoot.

Time seemed to pass slower than ever as he watched the minutes slowly laps. Finally the time was right and he hurried to the door almost forgetting his room key on the table. He did his best to appear normal as he refrained from running past the main bar and pool area. The bar and nightclub were still thumping causing him to turn and look to see if he saw Brooke, the thought of her temporarily distracting him from his mission causing him to question the intelligence of moving forward. If he turned around right now and headed back to his room maybe he could regain some control of his emotions. On the other hand if he did, he would likely never get a chance to see more of Mia.

Before he could stop himself Brad was standing at the entrance to the Villa and the large bouncer at the door.

“I’m with Mia.” Brad spoke like the electronic voice on a GPS pre-programed before leaving his room.

Brad walked in surprised to see there were only a few people mingling around. He looked over and saw Mia sitting at the far end of the bar waiting for him. Brad took his seat in the chair just around the corner from her close enough for their knees to almost touch but appearing to not be together.

“What can I get you buddy.” The bartender asked.

Brad ordered a whisky neat and gulped it down as soon as the bartender set it down.

“You need to relax.” Mia softly told Brad

“Yeah I know,” Brad agreed before ordering another whisky.

“Here, take this.” Mia whispered as she slipped a pink pill next to his empty glass.

“What is that?” Brad sheepishly asked.

“Just a something to take the edge off, its fine,” She reassured.

Brad picked up the pill and held it in his hand. Hesitantly looking at it, contemplating if he should take it or not. It was small and pink with a heart imprint it didn’t seem like it was enough of anything to do much, but what the hell he thought as he tossed it in his mouth and washed it down with another gulp of whisky.

“It’s still early; things don’t really get going until eleven when the dance club and bar close. So just relax and slow down a little ok. It’s really not that big a deal. Like I said all I need is a partner to get back there and then from there I can take care of myself. All you have to do is stand around and wait for me ok. If you can do that for me, I promise I will make it worth your while.”

Hearing Mia explain it to him again eased his mind. She wasn’t asking him to do anything crazy in public or anything. As long as Brooke didn’t find out he was swooning over another woman he would be fine. After all the last month Brooke was the one having most of the fun, it was only fair he got a little attention from another woman for a change.

Gradually the villa filled with guests. Obviously most of them were coming from the dance club, dressed to impress and not ready to call it a night. There were a few though that seemed a bit more serious about their attire, some of the woman wearing leather like Mia a couple of them exposing their breast in more fetish attire.

“Here go to the bathroom and put this on I will meet you at the door when you come out.” Mia said as she stealthily passed him a leather pouch about the size of a wallet.

Brad hid the package placing his full hand in his pants pocket and covering the protrusion from clear view. He made his way to the bathroom and an empty stall where he pulled his hand out and examined the contents.

It was a soft leather hood that had been tightly folded up for concealment. There were two small holes for the eyes and one for his mouth to breathe through. The idea of putting this thing over his head terrified him. Was Mia really worth all this work? Then Brad thought about it for a second and realized the hood would protect his identity. It would mean if anyone from the resort saw him, they wouldn’t realize it was him under there. Maybe this was actually a good idea, meant to protect him. Brad’s attitude towards it quickly changed as he realized it was Mia’s way of trying to protect his reputation.

Brad could smell the leather as he brought the hood up to his face. He took a deep breath as he opened it up and slid it over his head. The feel of the grain against his cheeks was intense. He had never felt something so wonderful. There was a life tingling though him he had never felt before and it was seemingly brought on by the black leather disguise.

Brad was surprised at his reaction. He had expected the covering to scare him, cause him to feel claustrophobic. Instead his whole body was tingling; he felt a surge of energy pulsing though him that overwhelmed him with joy. Happily he swung the stall door open and trotted out the bathroom door as if nothing in the world could possibly go wrong.

“Very nice,” Mia greeted him and took his hand to bring him along.

Brad could feel every pore of Mia’s skin as her fingers wrapped around his and held him tight. Her warm embrace send jolts of pleasure up his arm and into his heart. It was Christmas, Easter, and every wonderful birthday party wrapped into one. They came to the end of the hall and another bouncer guarding the door. Mia said something to him and he opened the door for her allowing the two to enter.

Brad’s world was spinning he felt his body lose control as he followed along beside Mia. He saw so many beautiful people and so many interesting things. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch the warm leather of Mia’s bright red top and reached out with his free hand rubbing her near her shoulder. Mia stopped abruptly and turned to scold him.

“I know you want to touch, but you have to resist the urge. Do you understand? If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, you’ll have to leave and return to your room alone.”

Mia’s admonishment hugged Brad in a way he had never felt before, it was meant to scold him but left him feeling connected to her. He didn’t respond to her, rather just relished in her presence and the touch of his hand in hers.

“I want you to sit here and wait for me do you understand?” Mia announced as she guided Brad to a hard wooden chair sitting against the wall.

The music was softly swirling around in Brad’s head the sounds amazingly clear to him. The whole room was alive with excitement and it seemed as if it was overflowing into his very existence. Brad felt happier than ever before. Everything was perfect and everything was beautiful.

Brad had been so fixated on Mia and the way her skin felt against his, he hadn’t fully realized his surroundings, but now he had the opportunity to discover what he was a part of. The chair he was seated in was only one of half a dozen lined up along the wall of the dimly lit room. There in front of him was a large round bed the same bed he had seen in the videos. The red satin sheets stood out like a stage in the center of the room waiting for the actors to approach. One by one the couples entered the theater taking their positions for the nights show.

Soon the chairs along the wall filled one by one as the couples split leaving one behind as the other took their place around the large satin centerpiece. Brad was one of two men seated the other four chairs were filled with half dressed woman anxiously waiting.

The music softened and the lights dimmed even more as the spotlight on the bed brightened. The stage was set the show was about to begin and Mia was the center of attention. Brad’s body was tingling all over screaming out for attention, as he watched a woman’s figure appear from the dark and crawl up on the bed next to Mia. Mia tipped her head back exposing her dark neck and inviting the kisses of her female admirer. Slowly the woman kissed up Mia’s neck working her way to her ear, the overhead light illuminating the show for all. From Brad’s angle he couldn’t see the expression on Mia’s face or the technique of her lover, but he was certainly aroused by the tight little ass wiggling in the air partially covered by a black leather skirt. She was exposing herself as she worked her way along Mia’s smooth skin.

The woman in the chair next to him reached into her shirt pulling her breast free and exposing them to the entire room. She ran her hands along her skin as if she was petting herself feeling the softness of her skin for the very first time. Brad completely understood, he wanted to do the same. The desire to feel himself overwhelmed him causing him to remove his shirt and do the same.

Mia’s soft moans encouraged her lover as she worked her soft lips over every inch of Mia’s firm body, each zone of completion being rewarded by Mia’s reassuring hand caressing her friend. Brad knew oh too well the power Mia’s body had over another. The now almost naked woman was quickly reaching a frantic desire to get to Mia’s prize but Mia kept denying her access, instead guiding her face back up and kissing her with wanton abandoned.

As the action on the bed increased so did the action in the chairs around Brad. All of the woman had removed their tops and were fondling themselves as well as the one other man who was now stroking his fully extended cock. Brad was as excited as any of them and certainly wanted to stroke himself but he knew there was no chance for him. He was trapped in a self-induced prison; he didn’t have the power to escape.

Mia had teased her toy long enough and finally allowed her lover to hike her skirt up. Brad struggled to look trying desperately to get a good angle to see Mia’s prize as she lifted her leg allowing her pet to lap at her prize. It didn’t take long and Mia’s soft moans gave way to grunts of pleasure as she bucked into the woman’s face aggressively fucking her like a sex toy. Brad was losing the battle to keep his hands off his cage and had loosened his pants allowing him to reach in and wiggle his tiny cage, desperate for some stimulation. The tingling in his body only increased as it radiated throughout his whole being, begging for attention.

Mia was bucking though her second orgasm as she wrapped her legs around the women’s head and squeezed appearing to almost smother her, before finally releasing her and pushing the woman over on her back exposing her now glistening face.

Brad was shocked. It was Brooke. She was laying there her face glistening in the bright light, completely covered with Mia’s juices and she was feverishly trying to lick every drop from her lips. It was like watching someone who had trekked across the desert trying to collect the dew accumulated on a leaf. Brooke was completely possessed. Once she had gotten every drop from her lips and cheeks she flipped over and tried to return to the source.

Mia Blocked Brooke’s attempt to return to the delicious treat she appeared to be addicted to and instead barked out instructions.

“Serve me by getting them ready.” Mia growled.

It wasn’t until then that Brad realized there were four naked men standing in the shadows around the bed patiently waiting, each one wearing a thick leather collar. Brooke wasted no time and took the first cock into her mouth bobbing up and down its length while she stroked his balls. Brad had seen Brooke suck other men before but never with this vigor. She usually took the time to savor the activity, but this time is was as if she was in a race. She was frantic to get him hard before her time ran out.

Brad was accustomed to Brooke’s activities with other men and how they had an unusual effect on him. His cock ever frustrated though, he found himself focused not on Brooke’s oral activities but instead was starting at the slick opening Mia was gently rubbing in preparation.

“That’s enough, he’s ready.” Mia proclaimed.

Brooke pulled away from the man’s now fully erect dick and watched as he climbed up on the bed and between Mia’s spread legs. Almost as soon as he began to fuck Mia one of the other men stepped up replacing himself in Brooke’s waiting mouth.

Brad was amazed at the stamina of the muscular man fucking Mia. He was firm and consistent in his strokes not overly aggressive but unrelenting. Brooke was again feverishly pumping racing with time to get her next cock as hard as it could get.

“Ok.” Mia declared pushing her muscled man toy off of her.

Brooke released the cock from her grasp pulling her lips free from his swollen meat, and turned to watch as he mounted his prize. Once again Brooke’s empty mouth was quickly filled again with the third man. This time Brooke was forced to take a slightly different approach. He was much larger than the other two and probably the largest either Brooke or Brad for that matter had ever seen. He wasn’t any longer than average but the diameter was something incredible. Brooke began much slower this time licking around the head and teasing him with the tip of her tongue. She was fondling his balls, stroking him trying to get him firm enough to satisfy Mia.

Mia began to buck back into her latest lover as he thrust into her again and again. She was getting louder and louder approaching her third orgasm of the night, as Brooke picked up the pace on her slowly stiffening friend.

“Oh yeah that’s it. Make me cum.” She cried out digging her nails into the man’s back.

Brooke had worked the man into her mouth, and was back to her feverish pace of sucking.

“That cock better be ready.” Mia firmly announced as she once again pushed her lover away.

Brooke pulled herself off of his thick cock revealing the stiff pole she had created, allowing him to take his place between Mia’s legs. Mia wasted no time pulling him in close and forcing his thick cock into her. She dug her nails into his ass and pulled him into her as she thrust herself forward. Mia was not the normal lay there and get fucked kind of a woman. She liked to be in control and had no problem doing it.

The third and thickest cock took a longer slower approach as she eased herself on and off his tool. He took the pace Mia had set and continued on.

“You better get started, you don’t have long.” Mia instructed Brooke as she appeared to be irritated.

Brooke took a deep breath and steadied herself as the fourth and final man presented himself. Brad was watching the expressions on Mia’s face as she rode the waves of pleasure in and out. He was becoming as obsessed with Mia’s body as Brooke had appeared to be about her pussy juice. Brad didn’t know why but he felt closer to Mia at that moment then anyone. There was something about the way she rocked her body that mesmerized him. It was as if she had put him in a trance affecting every nerve in his body and forcing his attention on her and her alone.

Brad had focused so much on the way Mia was reacting he hadn’t noticed the women seated beside him were now completely naked and feverishly masturbating themselves, the sounds and smell of their arousal now filling the room and his senses. Brad pushed his pants open farther grasping his caged cock and jerking his cage in vain. He wanted nothing more than to free himself, if only for a minute to bring himself some relief.

Brad’s frustration was quickly overshadowed by the shock of what was now happening and his confusion about how he felt. Brad was in a complete state of euphoria unable to explain why. His sexual frustration was spinning around a planet of desire and connection he had never before felt. He wanted so much just to touch Mia even if he was incapable of fucking her yet Brooke was right there in the room. He had never felt this close to anyone before and the realization of that scared the shit out of him. What if he could never touch Mia again? The thought to that almost made him cry, yet at the same time he felt overwhelming joy just to be there with her now.

“You’re running out of time.” Mia cried out, as she rocked her body rhythmically back and forth.

Brad was shocked to see what Brooke had in her mouth this time. Brooke’s partner was tall and muscular he had broad shoulders and a firm chest. He was a dream come true for many woman certainly in a place like this where sexual prowess was on full display.

Brooke had her lips stretched around his cock trying her best to work her way down to the base, his girth was as impressive as his length. Brooke was gagging causing her to coat his cock with her saliva as she held his baseball sized sack in her hand, gently massaging him doing her best to gain his approval. She was doing her best and for Brooke to struggle with a blow job was quite an accomplishment. She had taken Max and his monster more than once, but this man was a whole other story.

Brad was shifting back and forth between watching Mia’s hypnotic ride and the obscenity of the drool flowing from Brooke’s overstuffed mouth. The contrast of the clear saliva against the dark black skin of the monster she was trying so hard to awaken.

“Ok that’s enough, he better be ready.” Mia concluded.

Brooke drew her mouth slowly off of the ebony monster swirling her tongue along the base, taking advantage of every last second before her judgment. Brooke’s lips softly grazed the head of his cock as he pulled it from her reach, revealing her accomplishment for all to see.

Brad was amazed that Brooke had taken as much of him as she had. Not to mention the fact he was black, but quickly his thoughts and attention was back on Mia.

Mia had a smile on her face knowing she was about to be mounted by such a specimen. As he took his place between her legs she braced herself for his push. It took a few slow strokes before he was able to relax her enough and get his monster half way in. Try as he might, he was never able to fully engulf himself in Mia. Every time he neared the base of his cock she pulled back, the pain of his length too much for her to bare.

After a few minutes they were able to establish just the right pace as he fucked her using about three quarters of his monster meat. Mia’s body started to quiver as orgasms came one after another. Her will to control the situation faded a little more each time another shock ran through her body leaving her on a roller coaster of ecstasy. Then just as it appeared she would lose complete control and give in to the power of her giant, she reached up and slapped his face as hard as she could.

“Cum already,” she demanded.

Brad felt as if she was calling out to him, his caged cock incapable of pleasing her, let alone Cuming in her. Just as Brad was about to give up hope he saw the tension in the large black muscles as the man began to cum in Mia. It was the weirdest thing ever. Brad felt a connection to him as well. It was as if with each tense pulse Brad was sharing the joy of cumming in Mia.

Mia’s body shook as his body convulsed filing her with his seed. Again and again his muscles contracted pumping his hot liquid deep in her. Mia held him tight, as she rode the waves of pleasure he gave her holding him in place until she was done.

As soon as she released him, he pulled himself free and returned to his place next to the bed.

Brad was in a trance. He stared at Mia’s gaping pussy as it tried desperately to snap back to its usual size, unable to respond fast enough to prevent the escape of some of its contents. As if a trained dog waiting for instruction Brooke sat watching closely for Mia’s command.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Mia taunted, holding her lips apart and displaying herself to Brooke.

Brooke didn’t respond with words but rather a pleading look on her face as she licked her wanton lips.

“Very well, but make it fast.” Mia snapped.

Brooke dove in, tongue first hungrily lapping at Mia’s dripping hole. She greedily sucked and slurped quickly trying to scoop up every drop. The sounds of Brooke’s frenzied lapping reverberated around the room. Brad was jealous not of Mia who had complete control of Brooke, but instead he was jealous Brooke and not he was the one allowed to taste Mia’s accumulated orgasms. Feverishly trying to reach inside her and scoop up every drop of Mia’s combined juice.

“That’s enough pet.”

Mia pushed Brooke’s head away and motioned for one of the other men to return to his duties between her legs. He dutifully complied with her command and quickly inserted his still firm cock into her partially cleaned crevice. Brooke stayed close as she watched Mia rock herself against his thrusts, doing as much of the fucking as he was.

Brad was uncontrollably rubbing his own balls, completely unaware of his own actions. He was imagining himself in place of this lucky stud and how wonderful her pussy must feel, when Mia pushed herself up from the bed enough making eye contact with Brad. Mia was grunting like a breeding animal as her dark brown eyes locked with his. Her panting and gasping the only signs she wasn’t in complete control.

Mia could see the affect she had on his mind as he longingly watched her ride. Even if he couldn’t display his excitement like the other men he certainly looked like he was enjoying the show. Mia continued probing him with her eyes as the grunts from her stud grew louder, his orgasm quickly approaching.

Mia smiled as the last grunt could be heard, her pussy once again extracting the seed of life from her latest toy. Brad’s gaze locked on her as he imagined the feeling of cumming in her goddess body.

Just as quickly as she had started, Mia was done, once again pushing her pet aside and lowering herself back to the satin sheets, and displaying herself to Brooke.

“Please Mistress, please may I serve you?” Brooke pleaded, once again begging to lick Mia’s sloppy cunt.

Without a word, her goddess responded, by pulling her legs apart inviting her pet to partake. Brooke happily obliged, and once again dove in with all the gusto of a starving dog. Mia wiggled and twisted, teasing Brooke as she moved around, making Brooke chase her around. It was a game to Mia taunting her pet, but to Brooke it seemed as essential as air. She needed the nectar Mia had made and nothing else would do. Mia continued bucking and twisting until she had had enough.

“That’s enough, go away.” Was all she said, causing Brooke to sorrowfully pull away.

For a moment or two it seemed as if the show was over. Brooke was somberly moving away leaving behind Mia and the stage she had so eagerly enjoyed. Brad couldn’t help but notice his key dangling from the chain around her neck as the light sparkled off its metallic surface. Mia turned on her side as if she was finished completely satisfied.

Brad was still focused on Mia’s behind as Brooke walked away into the shadows. Her dark skin glistening under the lights, she reached around and slapped her ass, sending a thunders crack through the air. It was as if she was signaling for Brad. He felt the call and almost went to her but knew he had promised to stay in place, not to mention the fact that the call had already been answered by one of the lingering men standing by patiently waiting his turn.

Without a word spoken he climbed up behind her holding his dick and guiding it closer. Mia pulled her ass apart widening his target and drawing him in. He knew exactly what to do, he gently placed the head of his cock at her hole, and moved it around, smearing her dripping juices around in a circle. The combined liquid lubricated her puckered ass, as she eased herself back a little bit closer.