Sexy DS Weekend

Next, he drapes it loosely over my neck, barely touching the sash now.

“Two.”

He ties a knot about halfway down my torso and says, “I want you to count up if you get more uncomfortable or nervous.” Very slowly, he tightens the sash, cinching the knot up toward my neck. When the knot is higher than my breasts, I start counting.

“Four….”

He reaches my collarbone, like a necklace might hang. “Five.” He stops there, letting it hang. He rubs my arms warmly for a moment, looking at me carefully. “Probably a three now.”

He grabs the loose ends and gently pulls me to follow him around the room. I feel a slight tug at my neck, but it’s a silky texture and very loose still. “Four.”

He pulls me closer to him now and gropes me softly, still holding the sash. “Four.”

He then walks behind me, still holding the sash up, and I feel the contact switch from the back of my neck to the front. Oh that’s much more intense. The sash is still very loose, but he uses it to hold me securely to himself as he caresses me again. “Six.”

He quickly lets go entirely and comes around front, taking my hands sweetly. “Three.”

“Good girl,” he says, kissing my forehead. “I’m almost done.”

He tightens the sash one more time, till it touches my neck entirely but still loosely. I could easily slip my entire hand sideways between my neck and the sash, but I can feel it all the way around. He lets go and takes my hands casually. “Six.”

He pulls me after him. When I feel the tug again, I say, “Seven.” At this point I can feel a definite flutter of anxiety. However, his careful, calming eye contact helps.

He walks behind me, holding me to himself by my neck, and reaches around to cup my sex. “Eight.” I gulp, panting slightly. He rubs my sex skillfully through my panties. His warm gentleness feels incredible. “That feels so nice…. Six.”

He is still just testing though, so he doesn’t work me up too much. He walks around front and lashes my wrists together with the end of the sash, then tugs me around with my wrists bound. “Seven,” I say quietly. It’s helpful how he keeps such careful eye contact with me. Even if I say the wrong number, he has visual clues as well.

“Last thing for now,” he says quietly. He unties me entirely, then reties my neck, my wrists halfway, and then the very end to the bed frame.

“Eight.” I swallow. He looks at me and gently caresses my body, his warm hands easing away my tension. “Six.” He reaches between my legs to finger me gently through my clothing. I want his touch. I adore his touch. “Four. Three…” I sigh, happily.

“Look at me, sweetie,” he whispers. I open my eyes, looking at him with full submission and adoration. He kisses me sweetly once, then stands up.

He then starts to walk away, leaving me tied. No, no… I don’t like that. Don’t leave me here, please! The fear spikes again in his absence. “Yellow!” I blurt.

He instantly turns around and sees me starting to cry. He quickly comes back to me and unties me from the bed and unties my wrists. He kneels to the floor, wraps me up warmly in a hug, and kisses the side of my head. I sniff into his neck with my arms around his shoulders. “I see you. I understand,” he says quietly. “I won’t leave you. Okay?”

“Yes, Mark.”

He pulls back to look at me thoughtfully. I wipe the almost-tears away with a final sniff. Mark then carefully pulls the sash that’s still around my neck, bringing my face close to his for a kiss. Oh I don’t mind that at all. He stands up, holding the sash, so now I’m kneeling in front of him.

Mark looks down at me with a grin. “You’re like my pet on a leash,” he observes. “Much sexier though, and much, MUCH more valuable.” I grin and jokingly nuzzle my head against his leg. I lick his leg like a puppy, but then lick quickly up his leg, over his boxers, to his– “Aly! Bad girl!” he says laughing. “I said no sex.” He laughs still, shaking his head.

He turns to Kat then says, “I need to use the bathroom. Will you keep my pet for me?”

“You’re being a little weird, but sure, baby.” Mark walks me over to Kat, I crawl happily behind him, and he hands off the leash. He leaves, and I look up at Kat mischievously. I nuzzle her leg with a purring hum, and she cringes with a lighthearted but uncomfortable laugh. “No! I don’t care what weird thing he likes, but you are not an animal. You come sit up here with me like a human and talk normally.”

“Whatever you say,” I grin. I climb up onto the bed and snuggle against her. “Is this normal enough for you?”

“Yes.” She wraps my sash around her wrist to pull me in for a kiss, holds me there, and I flutter-laugh happily.

Mark comes back to see us making out. “Not that I mind, but I thought it was time for bed,” he teases.

“Mmmmmuah!” Kat vocalizes, releasing me. “Yes, baby,” she says to Mark. “I just wanted a goodnight kiss. I’ll take the rest tomorrow,” she says looking at me with a wink.

Mark had already brushed his teeth after using the bathroom, so he sends me to get ready for bed then, too. I make sure to use the toilet while I’m in there so I won’t need to pee so badly when I wake up. Mark then summons me over to him. “I’m going to hold you while I sleep again. It’s very soothing, and makes for some good fun in the morning.”

I climb onto the bed and curl on my side so he can spoon behind me. He snuggles in warmly, wrapping me entirely up in himself. He breathes deeply for a couple minutes, and I start to get sleepy. He knows I go out pretty quickly.

Then I feel him slowly take hold of my sash, still tied around my neck, and wrap it around his wrist several times. He’s still holding me, mostly the same as before, but now he holds me tightly by my neck sash with his fist against my chest. This time, I feel claimed and protected, not trapped. “One to ten, Aly,” I hear him murmur sleepily.

“One.”

I’m sure he’s smiling behind me.

The next morning, Saturday, I wake up to soft kisses on my neck, hair, and cheek. I groggily yawn and feel Mark tighten his hold assertively around me.

“Oh good,” he mumbles through his kisses. “You’re awake.”

“I think you were trying for that,” I accuse lightly. I shy away from some particularly tickly kisses, and he grips me firmly.

“Yes. Now none of that. I waited an entire half hour while you were still sleeping,” he says gruffly, “so now I’m going to enjoy you.”

I smile happily, but I’m glad he can’t see from behind me.

He slurps my neck hungrily, and his hand starts to wander. Since my sash is around my neck, he pretty easily slides his hand inside my top to grope my chest and torso directly. He reaches around to under my side, and I sigh happily. I am very much in the mood for him to enjoy me.

His hand starts to wander more broadly, slightly propping himself up on his other elbow–my stomach, my breasts, between my legs, over my thighs…. He soon tosses down the blankets so he can see me more. “Roll onto your back,” he says.

I do, and he calmly opens my shirt to roam and view more openly. He teases at reaching inside my sexy shorts, but he doesn’t actually go to my sex. He enjoys my lower body for a bit–hips on down–then climbs over to straddle me. He slept in only his boxers last night.

He runs his hands from my waist, up my sides, to play with my breasts contentedly. I love how warm and large his hands are on me, and I giggle while he has his fun smushing them around.

“I know you’re not as big as Kat, but you’ve got plenty for me to enjoy.” I think he means the handsy fun he’s already having, but then he pulls himself out of the front slit of his boxers, and nestles between my breasts. He squeezes me around himself and pumps slowly. “Ohhh,” he groans.

He continues to use me for a titjob, getting a bit rougher with his movements for more friction. “Suck, Aly,” he commands, pushing deeply between my breasts toward my face. I curl my neck up to take his end into my mouth. I give him as much sensual attention as I can reach, and he moans ecstatically. “You have no idea how much pleasure that mouth can bring,” he praises.

He alternates pumping with letting me suck, building up his own pleasure, until he tells me to lie back. I do, and I feel him jerk and twitch between my breasts. He cums with a shudder leaving sticky spurts on my neck and face. He looks down at me lustfully, spraying his last few lines. “You look so hot,” he says quietly.

Mark cums one more time, then sighs heavily. He then smiles down at me with a “good girl,” before giving my nipples a playful tug. He gives me a quick pat, dismounts, and says, “you can go wash up now. Full shower please. Shave your legs.” He unties my neck sash and sends me off.

I wash my hair and body, then turn the water low and sit on the side of the tub to shave my legs. I hear a soft knock on the door before Mark comes in–I guess a light warning so I wouldn’t be startled with a razor in my hand. I look up at him expectantly.

“You can finish,” he says casually. “Are you on your first or second leg.”

“Second.” I keep working.

“Good. Kat needs a shower, too, and you’re going to help her.” He leaves, leaving the door open.

I try to finish up, now a bit giddy. Kat comes in and begins disrobing near me. When she moves to take her bra off, she notices me staring. She smirks.

“Are you done shaving?” she asks, slipping the straps off her shoulders. She inconveniently holds the bra in place so I can’t see.

“Not quite.”

She manually turns my head toward the tub to get me back to task before fully undressing behind me. I’m a good girl, so I finish without getting distracted again. I rinse the razor and my legs, then stand, turning to her.

She’s leaning casually naked against the sink counter, arms folded over her chest, and she moves when she sees I’m done. She turns the water on softly to adjust the temperature, then flips it to the shower head. She climbs in, facing me with eyes closed as she tilts her head back to wet her hair. She has the body of a goddess, literally breathtaking.

Tiny streams of water slip past her hair, running in little rivulets around her breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs. When her hair is nice and wet, she opens her eyes with a contented sigh. She looks at me calmly while I struggle to contain my fiery lust. She hands me a bar of soap. “Mark says you’re going to help me out?” she says with a small smile. Her beautiful brown eyes look at me intently.

“Yes,” I say meekly. I swallow. “I don’t know how well I can behave myself though.” It’s a nervous confession, not a seductive threat.

Kat gives me a mischievous smirk. She backs into the water with her hands above her head, flaunting her curves to me. The water spills forward all down her body, and she slowly rolls her hips to tempt me. Her breasts, her hips, her now wet sex… god, everything is so erotic about her body. I have no idea how I’m going to suds her up without getting sexy.

“Wash me, Aly,” she commands happily, pretty much posing for me.

I take a deep breath, trying to stay in control. I suds up my hands and start with a safer location: underneath her arms and around her back. Our breasts lightly touch when I reach behind her. Gosh, I swear she rubbed against me intentionally. I take a deep breath, trying to be decent as I wash her back and shoulders and neck.

Kat giggles in my ear, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. God we’re so close. She then whispers in my ear, “You have to get me clean by the end, but feel free to take some sexy detours on the way.”

My hands have soaped her down to her waist, and I pull back, resting my hands on her hips. “I’m allowed to touch you?” I ask, just to double check.

“You’re allowed.”

I soap my hands up again, grinning widely. I rub my hands all over her hips and waist down to her butt. I love her sexy, silky skin all slippery with soap. I grope her cute butt, making sure to clean her well, and press my groin against hers. I reach as far down her legs as I can from this position, grinding my wet body against hers. I linger for a blissful moment, caressing more than sudsing.

Then I pull back, soaping up my hands again. This time I go straight for her breasts. Oh god! Oh god they’re so slippery and huge, and they squish and bounce right out of my hands. I can’t even get my soapy fingers pinched around her nipples. I frantically rinse my hands just a bit so I can tug on her nipples. I moan hungrily, pulling her to me by her nipples and rolling them between my fingers. I suds again, pressing and groping with large, hungry squeezes, but I do make sure to clean everywhere–cleavage, underboob… I even wander more broadly to clean her stomach and sides, but my eyes stay fixated hungrily on her beautiful chest.

I begin to soap her down her hips and legs, bending over to reach, and it’s just too convenient to not take a nipple into my mouth on my way down. She makes a happy sound, holding my head against her chest, and I suck and nibble and lick happily.

I do actually move to continue cleaning down her legs, but she resists, holding my face to her chest. I don’t mind at all. She gasps as I continue flicking and nibbling. Mmmmm, I suck blissfully. She has such large, plump nipples, especially when they get engorged from attention.

I can’t help it. Wanting to make her feel good, I soap up her sex to first clean her, splash some water to rinse, then finger her gently–that sensitive bundle of nerves, then deep into her wet, hot pussy.

I fuck her slowly while I keep giving her breasts attention. She lets me switch sides to work her chest up fully. I only pump with two fingers, because it’s easier to be more fine tuned with just the two. I give some light clit attention, too.

“Don’t take me too hard in here, Aly, or I won’t be able to stand.”

I heed her warning, giving her slow, happy attention, until she shudders and trembles with a gentle orgasm. She gasps, spasming lightly around my fingers, but she’s able to stay standing. I remove my hand, cleaning up her juices now, too, and give a firm last suckle of her breast.

“You’re so incredible,” I pant when I release her. She laughs lightly. I finish soaping down her legs and scrub each foot roughly to get them nice and clean.

“And you do wonders for a girl’s self-confidence,” she beams down at me.

When I set each foot down, I place them as wide apart as the tub will allow. I kneel between her legs and look up at her, still grinning hungrily with a haze over my eyes. She looks at me and doesn’t stop me as I slowly bury my face at her sex. “Oh!” she shrieks quietly, accidentally clenching her thighs around my face. “That’s still sensitive, dear, but it feels so good.” I can be gentle.

I lick widely up her sex when she relaxes her thighs, burying my face deeply. I lick and kiss and suck sensually, before flicking my tongue over her clit lightly.

“Oh-h-h-h,” she moans.

I suck that little nub softly, wrapping my soft full lips around it. I kiss her, then blow cold air across.

“Ah!” Her breath catches.

I then press deeply in again, teasing inside her with my tongue.

“God, Aly… fuck me deeper. No games right now.” She’s rarely so crude, but I will happily oblige.

I stretch my tongue deeply inside her and swirl and fuck assertively. “Oh, ohh!” she moans. “Baby, you’re so good. Don’t stop, sweetie.” Whatever my goddess of a lover desires….

I fuck her passionately, giving all my oral attentions to her sex, and the second time she cums this shower, she does buckle against me.

“MMMMMRRRRMMM…!” she groans. “Oh god, oh god, baby…. Oh-h-h-h-ohhhh…. Mmghm! That was so incredible. No wonder Mark likes to start his day in your mouth. God you’re so good at that.”

She releases her clenched fingers from my body and straightens up, breathing heavily. “Can you finish without getting handsy again, dear? I don’t know that I can take more right now.”

“I can behave now,” I say, standing. I smile at her, holding her waist against me.

“I know you’re supposed to serve me right now because Mark said so, but I can still say thank you. Thank you, love,” she says, kissing me sweetly. She wraps her arms around my neck before breaking. “I love you, darling,” she murmurs.

“I love you, too,” I whisper, grinning. “Should I scrub your hair now?”

“That would be lovely.”

She turns around, handing me the shampoo. I massage it into her scalp, rinse thoroughly, and repeat with conditioner. Then I remove the shower head to thoroughly rinse her all the way down. I have her spread her legs to rinse her juices off again, but I am fully behaved. Finally, we’re both all clean.

We step out of the shower and dry off with warm giggles. My hair was already dripping dry while I served Kat, so I am more dry than she is when we’re done.

“I think Mark will want you now. Why don’t you stay wrapped up and go ask him if he wants you to wear anything today.”

I head off, realizing it is a legitimate question. He might want me naked, for all I know. I find him reading on the couch, and I walk in, biting my lip shyly.

“That was a long shower,” he comments nonchalantly, still flipping through the magazine. He’s teasing me.

“She wanted full service,” I say quietly, smiling from the fresh memory.

Mark chuckles and puts the magazine aside. “Would you like to get dressed?” he asks, standing up to come to me.

“Yes, Mark,” I grin.

He guides me back to the bedroom. “Take off your towel,” he says casually. I stand naked in the room behind him as he rummages through the top drawer of the dresser. Kat is finishing getting dressed herself on the other side of the bed. She finishes, sitting down to watch us.

Mark walks over to me carrying something bizarre. It looks like just a bundle of black straps. He shakes it down, and… that’s actually all it is: an outfit of entirely black straps, about an inch and a half thick. They seem like some sort of fake leathery texture–soft but with some stiffness to them.

He must’ve packed them carefully, because he has no hesitation about how it’s supposed to go on. He slips my legs inside, pulls it up over my body, holds for me to slide my arms in, then buckles a couple pieces in the back. He steps back and tells me, “Spin slowly while I look you over.” I do.

I feel tied more than clothed. There are straps over my upper thighs, crotch, hips, crisscrossing over my torso, around my breasts, and up to my shoulders. Breasts and sex are fully open, and it runs on my butt cheeks directly instead of between like a thong.

Mark rubs his hands warmly on my arms, looking me over appreciatively. “What do you think, love?” he asks his watching wife.

“I think she looks entirely sexy. We’re going to have some great fun with her after breakfast.”

“My thoughts exactly. Why don’t you go look at yourself in the mirror then come help us get breakfast.” He pats my butt on the way toward the bathroom.

I do as he says, blushing. It’s a sex outfit. No questions whatsoever. At least with corsets and lingerie you can kind of feel like a princess, but this is entirely an outfit for fucking. Still, I like the way it accents my curves. My butt looks pretty fantastic. I look centered in the mirror one more time, and have a thought. Mark didn’t tell me to, but I decide to take a risk. Quickly, I sneak to the dresser to look for something. There’s something that would definitely match this outfit, and I want to try it, just to see.

I walk back to the mirror and slowly buckle the soft leather collar from last night around my neck. I feel a slight flutter of anxiety from the rough grip all the way around my neck. But it matches the outfit so well. It actually has a short leash that I found, and I attach that, too, to the front ring. I look at myself, trying to decide if I can handle this, or if I want it.

It’s different putting it on myself versus him. I have a choice to submit more fully to him, rather than it being expected of me or forced upon me–not that Mark would ever actually force anything. I can choose to trust if I want.

I do look fantastic. And I know it’ll make him happy. I take a deep breath, leave it on, and walk to the kitchen.

“Mark?” I say quietly. He turns to me, smiling. Then he notices how shyly I’m slowly walking toward him. He gets a soft look of concern, then realizes what’s up when I hand him the leash. He hooks it loosely but securely and tugs me gently toward himself.

“I didn’t tell you to put this on,” he says quietly. He’s using his commanding voice somewhat, but I can hear his concern. There was a reason he didn’t tell me to.

“I thought you would like it,” I reply just as quietly.

“I only like it if you feel safe,” he says gently. He tenderly brushes my cheek with his knuckles. It’s more of a question than a statement.

“As long as you’re the one at the end of that leash, I know I’m safe. I belong to you, if you’ll have me.” I look up at him devotedly, then look down timidly.

“Always,” he whispers. He tugs me up by my collar to pull me in for a kiss.

He gives me a warm, sweet moment, before he pulls away grinning. He slaps my butt playfully, and I jump slightly. He laughs. “We are DEFINITELY going to have some fun with you after breakfast! Why don’t you see what Kat needs for help.”

Today’s breakfast is toast, eggs, and sausage–another hearty and delicious meal. My task is the toast while Kat finishes the eggs and sausages. Mark sets the table, with jellies, etc.

Mmmm! It’s delicious! We talk casually, myself a bit effusively, then all three of us clean up the kitchen afterward. I’m scrubbing some dishes in the sink, when a warm hand caresses my butt. Ooh, right up the crack! I flinch from Mark’s unashamed handsyness.

Mark occupies himself (with me) patiently while I finish. When everything is spick and span, and Kat gives the ‘all done,’ he pulls my leash so I look at him. He holds eye contact, holding me by my leash right in front of the collar itself, and backs us to the bedroom. He tugs me downward and says, “Kneel.” I obey. “I want you to work your sexy lips till I cum.” I know I can do this one well, so I set to work. I unbutton his pants, pull him out already partially hard, and take him in warmly. “Good girl. You suck nice and hard, now. God…! Just like that! Mghm!”

I service him obediently as he gets huge and hard in my mouth and hands. His balls start building toward release.

“I’m going to fuck your throat now. You tap my hand once if you need to breathe, twice if something hurts. Got it?” I nod around his cock, shifting to a better angle for him to go deep. He cradles my head in both hands.

He’s nowhere near rough, but he’s very possessive this time, taking exactly what he wants. It feels super weird when he presses near my collar, because he’s so big in my throat. I tap for air, and he respects me.

Mark fucks me solidly, till finally cumming deep in my throat. “Ohhh!” he gasps after. “That was incredible as always, Aly. Good girl.”

He tugs me to my feet and explores my body with his fingers gently. He traces the straps all over and tweaks my nipples lightly.

“I’d like to teach you about edging,” he says after a moment. “It’s a way of building to a better orgasm.” He slowly starts reaching toward my sex as he talks. “I’m going to play with you, get you nice and wet–” he slips his middle finger in my pussy “–god, I always forget how tight you are.” He fingers me slowly with tight pumps, until I start to self-lubricate so he can move more easily. He presses in deeper and more aggressively, and I begin to pant. “Where was I?” he asks wickedly.

“You get me nice and wet….”

“Right. And I edge you toward orgasm but back off before you go over the edge. I build and back off as long as I think it’ll help, before giving you one big orgasm better than what the others would have been. It can be the best kind of torture. Does that sound nice?”

I can already feel my heat coming on strong, panting and grinding into his touch. “Yes, Mark,” I gasp.

He pushes all the way in and swirls deeply till I groan. Then he pulls out. “Good. Lie down on the bed.”

I turn and see that Kat has made the bed nicely with one pillow just for me. I crawl on to the center and lie down. I look back at Mark and see him handing Kat some ropes, whispering. Oh! Oh gosh.

Sure enough, Kat moves to her side, Mark comes to mine, and they both take a wrist to tie me to the bed. “Mark?” I say breathlessly. He ties me carefully, looking intently at me as he finishes. “I trust you,” I say nervously.

“As you should. You’re safe, Aly.”

“And we’re not gonna hurt you, darling,” Kat says, rubbing her hand down my leg to pull it toward the corner.

They tie me, mostly spread eagle, without much give. It’s not tight; I’m not going to lose circulation or anything. But I tug gently, and I am indeed trapped.

“Breathe, sweetie,” Kat says, turning my head toward her for some sweet kissing. Mark’s hands run warmly over my body.

“Kat,” Mark whispers quietly, “do you want to go get the toys?”

Oh boy, he went all out with purchasing for this trip. Kat parts kindly, giving me a lingering touch with eye contact before she leaves. Mark stays, remembering I feel safer if he’s touching me. I hear a jangling sound as Kat plops a box of something on the bed. The first thing Mark pulls out is a blindfold. He slips it over my head gently. Now I can’t see them, and he’s not touching me anymore.

I inhale sharply with fear.

“I’m right here, Aly,” he says, rubbing my thigh warmly. I take a few gulping breaths to calm down. I’m okay. He replaces his warm hand with something light and tickly–some sort of feather thing. He trails it up and down my legs, circling just shy of my crotch, and I shiver with tingles.

I feel Kat’s colder, more delicate hands on my torso, spreading from my stomach, to my breasts, to my upper chest, and back. I feel her sexy mouth latch onto my nipple, and I flutter happily. She stimulates me with her teeth and tongue, her other hand pinching and tugging the other side. I feel a slow heat building in my sex.

Kat pulls up, and a moment later I feel something cold and hard clamp down on my nipple–then the other. “Ah!” I cry. It’s a strong pinch, but not quite to the level of painful. All four hands rub and soothe me gently.

“Shhhh…” they say softly. Mark moves to kiss me gently on the lips, trailing slowly to my neck. He cups my breast warmly and I feel incredibly alive and aroused.

Kat lightly massages me for a while, while Mark pulls up. I hear a click, followed by a low hum, and something cold vibrates against my shin. Mark trails it up slowly, up my thigh, and directly to my sex, and presses the little egg (or some small, round vibrator) lightly against my clit.

“Ah!” I groan, squirming.

He holds it there lightly, not moving. To Kat, he muses, “Isn’t she so sexy?” God I melt. I whimper from the stimulation, until he gently pulls away. I pant heavily on the bed.

This time I don’t quite cool down before they pick back up. Kat’s sexy mouth sucks and kisses my breast. Mark teases the egg on my lower lips, not entering, and avoiding the clit. Kat tugs the nipple clamps lightly, sending jolts of sensation through me. Mark continues to tease, and I whine softly for more. I can squirm, but that’s about it. And he can see me moving quite obviously to back off and maintain his control over me.

The egg hums off. “Kat…” Mark says quietly. I can’t see what else he’s communicating, but Kat pulls away from my breasts with a wet smack.

I wait in anticipation, only feeling the rough ridges of the rope, and the many straps around my body… around my neck….

Kat’s hand is the first to touch me again. Those delicate fingers, softly swirling around my clit–I inhale sharply. Mark’s larger fingers wiggle into my sex, and he pumps me gently with two fingers.

They rub and pump gently for a while, building me up slowly. I think they’re softly talking over me, but I’m too blissfully distracted to try to decipher. I think my clit is hardening under Kat’s touch, because she’s getting more precise with her movements. It feels so good, so fucking good….

Mark curls his fingers inside me, rubbing my upper wall, and I moan. He soothes me warmly with his other hand, and the two of them ramp things up. Kat rubs up and down just under my clit, occasionally pressing firmly all the way over. God…. Mark stretches me by adding a third finger and pumps forcefully. I can’t… It’s so hard to focus. The blindfold and the bondage just amplify everything that much. I feel the burning pleasure build and build, tipping toward the edge, and I take a deep breath, ready to cry out from orgasm–

–When they pull off abruptly. “Oh….” My fire simmers disappointingly down to embers again just before the gasoline was added. I pant heavily as they massage my body. In short order, they bring me up to the edge two more times, never once letting me cum.

After the third time, I’m panting frustratedly on the bed. I’m with it enough at this point that I hear Mark distinctly ask Kat, “Do you want to go first? Or should I.”

“Why don’t I.”

I feel Kat get off the bed, some slight ruffling sounds, then her weight returns to the bed. I feel her sexy smooth leg slink over my hips as she crawls over to straddle me. I don’t feel her skirt at all. She wouldn’t be–

“Are you naked, Kat?!” I ask, grinning.

“Mmm… not quite….”

She leans over me, and I can feel her large chest settle heavily on my sensitive breasts, still in the clamps. I can feel that she has a bra on, but I would guess that’s ALL she has on.

She rubs my arms warmly and caresses my neck. I feel her breath on my face just before her lips meet mine. God her kisses are heavenly. I’m melting to a happy puddle of mush, when I feel something press against my sex. I’m still so wet from earlier that the dildo slides in easily. Kat’s hands are busy at my face, so Mark must be inserting it.

He’s moving it kind of strangely, not distinctly pumping or swirling, but it’s definitely moving. I hear Kat slightly moan over me, adjust her position slightly, and tell Mark, “I’m going to take off her blindfold for this.”

“Yeah, she probably doesn’t realize it. Go for it.”

Kat pulls it off and smiles down at me. God she’s beautiful. She sits up, and I feel the dildo shift inside me, angling up more. My eyes trail down her sexy, buxom body–and yes, she’s wearing only a bra to keep things kind of contained–and I see both of us impaled on a double-ended dildo.

“Oh god!” I exclaim, instantly flooding with heat. “You remembered.” I had told her our first time together that that was a lesbian fantasy of mine that I had never tried.

“Of course, dear. And when Mark was picking out some sexy toys, I saw this and had to add it to the mix.” She shifts slightly, fucking both of us gently.

“God that’s so hot,” I say, unable to tear my eyes away. For once my focus is not on the gorgeous chest displayed before me.

She’s still definitely experimenting and trying to get the hang of it. Sitting up a bit more, she reaches between us to move the dildo a bit manually. She eventually settles back on her hand, both of us sort of on our backs, because that gets the best movement for both of us. Now when she separates from me, it pulls out of both of us a bit, and when she closes our pussies together, we both get fully impaled. She picks up the pace.

“Oh darling,” I gasp. “I hope this is even half as unbelievable for you as it is for me.” I look at Mark, panting heavily. “Please let me up, Mark, please…. I want to fuck her back.”

Mark looks at me thoughtfully. “Tell you what: if you can last until I cum inside you without cumming yourself, I’ll untie you and let you do whatever you want to Kat–if she’s okay with that. Sweets?” he turns to her.

Her head is tossed back, but she slows to a halt and lifts her head up to look at him. “That sounds great, baby.” She stops, panting, and pulls off the dildo. She then removes it from me and waves it at me with a grin. “I’m guessing you’ll want this later.”

Mark undresses fully, then Kat and Mark swap positions, and Mark lines himself up at my entrance. I can’t even TRY to help get him off. There’s no way I’ll outlast him.

He continues happily, pressing his head into my entrance. He’s just as huge as ever, and I’m unusually tight from this position. It’s a totally different angle, too. He takes the beginning slowly–I’m still not nearly used to his size. We’ve had sex several times now, but not very frequently, and frankly, not enough to get used to him. He’s patient but persistent, and once his head pops through, he slowly presses all the way in.

“I love how tight you are.” He tells me every time. “Mmghm!” He pumps slowly. He puts most of his weight on one hand, which leaves the other free to roam. He rhythmically fucks me, slowly increasing his pace. His hand tugs my nipple clamps.

“Ah!” I shriek softly. Those are getting super sensitive.

Mark caresses my cheek gently, slowly building to a fast, rough fucking. He props himself on both hands, one right next to my head, working himself deeply in me.

The pleasure is building dangerously high, regarding his promise. I pant, rocking beneath his thrusts. “You’re not even feeling anything yet, are you,” I whine.

Mark grips my cheek firmly, putting his thumb over my lips to shush me. He then kisses me passionately. “You feel… absolutely incredible. I love the way you squeeze my cock. Just because I can last doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel fantastic all the way through.”

I begin bucking, heading strongly toward orgasm–tiny spasms that roll through my body underneath him. Mark slows to a gentler pump, just enough for me to be coherent.

“I’ve got a lot left in me, Aly. I don’t think you’re going to outlast me,” he teases. He’s only going slow for my sake. But then he angles differently, rubbing my top wall with his head as he pumps. God, he knows exactly what feels good and how to push me over the edge. He’s toying with me.

“Ah… ah…” I whimper quietly. I won’t cum yet; I won’t! My face is pinched, and a slight sheen of sweat is building on my forehead.

Mark pumps deeply, swirling himself inside me.

“Oh-h-h-h-ohhh god…!”

–Two full, hard thrusts into my cervix–

“Ah–!” I’m right on the brink of orgasm.

Suddenly Mark freezes, letting the fire dwindle again.

I pant, almost spasming around his cock, eyes rolling back in my head. But he doesn’t move; he didn’t give it to me.

“I don’t think I like edging,” I whine.

“I thought you didn’t want to cum so you could have time with Kat,” he taunts, caressing my cheek.

“You’re having a lot of fun, aren’t you,” I pout.

“I told you I would,” he grins cheekily, kissing me.

He pumps ever so slowly once again, and I can immediately tell he’ll build me up way too quickly this time. “I think you’re going to cum too quickly if I keep going here,” Mark says cheekily.

“Yeah?” I pant.

He rubs my clit gently with his fingers.

“Ahhhhh!” I moan.

He stops. “‘Yeah.’ There’s an alternative that might actually let you win our deal though.”

I’m suspicious but also desperate at this point, if I want to have my time with Kat. “What’s your alternative?”

He bends over, whispering hotly in my ear, “I take you in the ass.”

Oh god. He hasn’t done that since his birthday, just the once.

I think Mark reads the fear on my face, because he caresses my face soothingly. “Shhhh…! Easy, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’ll only ever take care of you.” I look at him with deep eye contact. I trust him. “But I’m also the one in control, and I say we’re putting that sexy ass to work.”

Mark pulls out of me with wet suction. God… he’s so big…. He pulls back, keeping one hand on me to comfort me. He knows I get more scared when he leaves.

“Kat, want to help me untie her?” They each untie a leg, and Mark tells me to stretch it out. I do some ankle circles and bend my knees up to my chest a few times slowly. They untie my hands, and Mark again gives me a brief moment to sit up and stretch things out. He then details how I’m to position myself.

I rest on my elbows and knees, elbows comfortably on a pillow. Mark ties my wrists together and to the center of the bed. He reties my ankles to the bottom two bed posts. If I spread out, I have room to move, but I can’t move away from him. I’m bent, ass pointed high toward him, and I try to brace myself for the challenge ahead. Mark makes one final change: he unhooks my leash and reattaches it behind my neck instead of in the front. He pulls my head up, massaging my back gently.

“Mark,” I beg.

“Yes, sweetie,” he responds.

“Please take care of me… as you take me. I want you to take me.”

He holds me tightly by my leash, rubbing his other hand on me warmly. “I will gladly do both.”

First, Mark releases my leash to get comfortable behind me. I can’t see well, but I think he’s just sitting between my legs. “We should have a bit of an easier time, Aly. I got us something to help open you up.” He says quietly to Kat, “Can you pass me the red one? Yeah.”

“Don’t forget to be generous with this,” Kat says. I look over my shoulder to see her hand him a bottle of lube, and a red, cone-shaped butt plug.

I’m nervous for him to begin but also probably a little excited. It’s just such an over-the-top experience.

Mark rubs his hands warmly over my butt. I think he’s just trying to get me to relax.

Suddenly I flinch with an awkward giggle. He’s not just relaxing me, he’s also appreciating… with his mouth. He’s mostly licking and kissing, but he also bites gently. “Ow!” Not so gently that time. He chuckles, then kisses and rubs my full, tight cheeks some more.

He rubs between my cheeks, starting to get me used to attention near my hole. I feel the first cold touch of lube mostly on the outside, but he doesn’t go in yet. By a loud squelching sound, I’m guessing he’s lubing up the plug, and I tense in apprehension. It starts small, though–smaller than his finger. And I trust him to go slow like before.

When I first feel the rounded tip press coldly against my ass, I take an intentionally deep breath. And another. He then presses in until he feels some resistance, and everything in me wants to clench and pull away from the intrusion. He gives me a moment to adjust.

God it feels so foreign, and dirty, and… erotic. Trying to embrace the mental dynamic going on here, I call back to him, “Are you excited, baby? You itching to put that huge cock in my tight asshole?”

I think he does get excited from that, because I have to muffle a moan as he pushes in quickly to go slightly deeper. He gives me a moment of pressure without movement so I can adjust. Once the pinching tightness eases out, I call again, “I’m gonna squeeze you so tight baby…” ooh, he takes my dirty talk as encouragement now “…and milk so much cum out of your dick.”

God, it’s already stretching me so tight. He was right, this toy is built precisely for this purpose, and it moves much quicker this time. The beginning is always looser though than later.

“Gahh!” I grunt. He halts again, and I pant. I find myself clenching, which is not helping, and I try to cool myself down as fast as possible. He’s being patient, but he doesn’t ask for permission to keep going. I take a few deep breaths and force myself to relax. I keep breathing through his next press inward. Breathe, breathe…. “AH,” I yelp. This time, he doesn’t let up. “Ah, ah…!” Each word escalates with pain and the terror that he’s going to rip something. “Mark!!”

It slips in. “Ohhhhhh….” He was just doing a final push to get past the widest part. He pumps very slowly, then twists the plug free, trying to loosen and stretch the ring of my asshole–in and out, right over the widest part.

I grunt lewdly as he toys with my ass. I almost hate that I like this so much, but they seem to have no shame about it.

I feel the bed shift as Mark gets up on his knees. With another squelch, he lubes himself now. I think my performance so far has kept him nice and hard. The plug comes out, leaving me gaping to the cold air for just a brief moment, before his huge cock head presses inside. He’s still bigger than the plug, but not by much, so he can press in a good way before I whine and pant from discomfort.

I do, but he doesn’t stop. He goes slow, but he keeps moving. I try to squirm away. “Mark! Ow! Ow, ow–” He holds my hips tightly so I can’t get away. “Ah-h-hhhh…! Oh!” His ring slips through. He must’ve just been pushing for that because he was close–no need to just hang out at the widest part.

But he doesn’t stop and let me adjust now, either; he just presses right in–all the way in–while I squirm with nowhere to go. I tug against the wrist tie, and I pull against his strong hands. But with all four limbs bound, and him so dominant over me, there’s nothing I can do.

He presses in until his warm thighs touch the back of mine. Fully sheathed now, he reaches forward to wrap his wrist in the leash and pull my head back.

“Mark…” I gasp, whimpering.

“I’m taking you, Aly, and you’re gonna let me.”

I melt, on the verge of tears. “Yes, Mark. Take me however you want me.”

He grips my neck by my leash and pulls out slowly to start pumping. “God… this is unreal,” he pants, starting to pump harder. Thank god for lube. “You’re so fucking tight. Ohh… ohhhh… MGHM!” He grunts, now pumping furiously. “Oh god, Aly, you might win our bet after all.”

I stare at the wall with my head up and forward, then pinch my eyes shut. God, it feels so fucking good, but it’s not the same as the orgasmic pleasure he was teasing with before. I can definitely last for a while this way.

“God you’re so fucking big,” I gasp. “Do you like my tight ass, baby? Do you like pounding my hot, little asshole with your giant cock?”

“Okgh!” he grunts, digging his fingers into my hips. My words are driving him closer to the edge. He takes a deep breath, still thrusting furiously. “Kat, I need you to keep her naughty mouth occupied so I can enjoy myself for a little longer. The little vixen’s trying to make me cum early.”

I hear Kat rummaging in the box, then the bed shifts as she comes over. “I was going to find a way to gag you,” she says mischievously, “but then I decided I’d rather keep you occupied than just silent.”

She kneels in front of me scooching right up to my face and presents her pussy to me. I stare at her with a sex haze all over my face as Mark fucks me wildly. She pushes right into my face, and I start eating her out.

I don’t have ‘slow and sensual lovemaking’ in me right now, so I devour her aggressively with a forceful tongue–no sweet loving right now, only a flaming fuck.

“Oh! Oh god, Aly, you’re–ah!–you’re not taking it easy…!” But instead of backing off, she just ramps herself up. “I’m with you, girlfriend.” She grinds against my face, gripping me deeply into her sex and assisting to impale herself on my tongue. She laughs, overwhelmed from the rush of all three of us in full, wild sex.

Mark moans behind me. “You’re worse than she was, baby. I’m not gonna make it much longer.” I feel his first preliminary twitch.

“Oh god…” Kat moans. “I’m feeling the same, baby. This little sex fiend’s gonna get us both off at once. Can you hold off a little longer and we cum together?”

“If you’re close.”

That means I’ve gotta bring Kat over the edge pretty quick. I focus heavily on deep fucks and clit time, working her wild. Mark still ravages my poor ass, and it’s like my body and mind have gone into an intense sexual overdrive. I love how stuffed I am. I love being used to drive both of them wild.

“Oh! OH.” Their cries escalate.

“I’m cumming, baby,” Kat says, right before trembling and spasming in my mouth. At that instant, Mark swells and twitches and shoots his hot load into my ass with a loud moan. “Oh-h-h-h-hohhh…!” They both grip me tightly, orgasming and ejaculating, and I feel like the best good girl in the world–I got them both.

Kat falls off first, collapsing against the bedframe panting. Her pussy is literally dripping, legs still splayed to my view. Mark leans heavily against me, but his cock is still pumping his seed into my body. He moans, exhausted, but he’s still hard and spurting.

“God, Aly… you’re gonna drain me dry for a week. I can’t stop it.” He rests his elbows on my back, but his massive little man isn’t stopping. Spurt after spurt of sticky cum fills my ass. I feel it dripping down my legs before he’s even pulled out yet.

“Does that mean I did a good job?” I ask, looking over my shoulder panting.

“Ohh… the best,” he praises.

Finally he seems to be done. He pulls out, leaving me open and gaping to the cold air. “Katie? Can you stay with her while I get something to clean her up?”

He climbs off the bed, and when I feel the grip of anxiety from his absence, Kat caresses my face wonderfully, kissing my forehead. “You did such a good job, dear. Don’t worry, he’ll be right back.” She kisses me and pets me, and I don’t mind quite so much that he’s gone. I hear water running.

And soon he’s back. He wipes up my legs, my sex, then cups my sex and ass for a moment. He cleans me out moderately well, then moves to untie my ankles.

Instead of simply releasing me, he pulls my knees back to lay me down on my stomach. He crawls over me, my wrists still bound, and pins me with his body. The nipple clamps make my chest sensitive to my own weight. I try not to move much.

Mark rubs my arms warmly. “Who’s in control,” he whispers quietly.

“You are, Mark,” I say meekly.

He rubs his hands down my upper body, including the smush of my full boobs spilling to the sides underneath me.

“And who owns every inch of this sexy, beautiful body.”

“You do, Mark.”

“Exactly. That means your pussy, your ass, and your mouth are mine. I get to use you and fuck you however I want.”

He uses his knees to push my legs open, then reaches down with his hand to press his fingers into my sex. God… he takes and touches whatever he wants.

“I’d give you a good hard fuck right here if you hadn’t drained me so dry after the last one,” he muses.

When he’s had enough fun toying with my pussy, he runs his hand warmly up my body, all the way up, and starts untying my wrists from the bed. He leaves them bound to each other, wraps his wrist tightly in the rope, and pulls my body against him for some warm spooning. Kat slinks down the bed to lie facing me, smiling quietly. Mark breathes deeply in my hair. “You did such a good job, baby,” he says, cuddling warmly with me. “I think you more than earned some time with Kat, if she’ll still have you. Hm, sweets?”

“Of course,” she says simply.

Mark pulls me in even tighter for wonderful spooning cuddles and sighs contentedly. He then pulls me slightly on top of him so he can reach around and untie my wrists. He also unhooks my leash.

He keeps his possessive hold on my body for a little longer. He starts to sit us up, holding me tightly by my upper arms. “I’m gonna let you go play for a bit now,” he says parentally, kissing my neck, “but you remember who owns you, and who’s in control, and you come right back when I say.” His hand grips me by my collar. “Understand?”

“Yes, Mark,” I whisper faintly.

“Good girl,” he kisses my cheek proudly. “Now go fuck my wife.” He slaps my rump playfully to get going.

Oh boy, it’s happening. I feel an electric buzz as I slip into her arms next to her. She welcomes me warmly, but first things first: I bite my lip hungrily as I reach around her to undo her bra clasp. This is coming off immediately. I pull it away, then snuggle and tangle myself to her, my slightly leather-bound body against her sexy, naked body.

I melt against her curvy body, rubbing as much of our warm skin together as I can. God she’s so soft. I melt again into her kisses.

I would stay here indefinitely, wrapped in her arms, melting into her kisses, rubbing myself against her soft, warm body… but the feel of her curves against me reminds me that Mark’s been ‘edging’ me all morning, and I haven’t had my release yet. Cuddles are heavenly, but I’m feeling a ravenous heat surge inside me.

I roll slightly on top of her with my leg between hers, encouraging the two of us to grind against the other’s thigh. God… stoke those flames…. I shift to kissing her neck hungrily, my possessive hands roaming her body.

Kat chuckles, happily responsive. “I was wondering when that fire would kick in,” she says teasingly.

I pull up, humping her leg as a wild lust builds inside me. “My mean master hasn’t let me cum at all,” I pout, “but you’re gonna fix that, right darling?”

Kat looks at me mischievously and tugs my nipple clamps.

“Ah!” I flinch, gasping. She gives one a little flick with her finger, sending prickles of sensation through my chest, then whispers, “It’s by the box behind you.”

I sit up fully, turning, and see the blue dildo where she said. I giggle darkly and snatch it. I frantically lube it with my mouth then work it inside her folds. I hold it right at the entrance, pausing to savor the moment. She’s spread for me, smiling, and I grin back at her as I push the head inside.

A rush of excitement overtakes me. I shimmy down the bed, giving the other end of her fake cock a wet blowjob, before climbing to straddle her, spreading myself above her. I slip it between my very wet folds–just the head–and pause once again. I throw my head back, awash with sexual energy, and sink down to her, fully impaling both of us. We moan in unison. I pull up, then sink back down, and every movement creates friction inside both of us.

I look down, swirling my hips against hers, and take her beautiful breasts into my hands. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” I say breathlessly.

“You’re a pretty sexy thing yourself!” she says, smiling. She flicks my nipples again.

“Oh–” I choke, squeezing her chest tightly.

She pushes up on her elbows, pushing me back to a similar position, and moves her leg between mine. Now our pussies are more perpendicular to each other, and we can press a lot closer. I feel the dildo hit my cervix. With our legs scissoring like this, we both have equal fucking capabilities, and she picks up the pace.

I try to match her, both of us biting our lips in concentration as we try to figure out the best motions to please both of us. My pussy’s tighter than hers, so it naturally slides more easily in and out of hers, which means I don’t get as much friction. I shift to a different angle to get more movement on my end. That’s the spot….

We fuck each other enthusiastically for quite a while, building up that sexual pleasure, before Kat decides to be more dominant. She presses over me, legs still intertwined, and pulls my legs up to open my hips underneath her. Holding my thigh for stability, she grinds and fucks down on top of me, both riding me and pounding me. She’s never done this exact thing before, but she sure knows how to ride already. She bounces rapidly and deeply, face pinched in pleasure.

“God you’re so hot…” I groan, loving her efforts. I reach down to rub my clit, watching her sexy body and feeling her ride and impale me. She adds her own clit, too, and we gasp and moan together. God she’s incredible….

She has far more endurance than I would in her place, and it feels entirely amazing. The visual and mental game is really what’s so hot to me about this, though. Kat is an absolute goddess.

I’ve always been more of a clit girl, and Kat sees that I’ve kind of plateaued as far as pleasure. She lets me ride it for a bit, letting me relish my fantasy, but she wants to take me higher. “Baby,” she pants to Mark, “why don’t you help her. I’m feeling too good myself to stop here. Ohhhh….” She groans in ecstacy.

Mark joins us, grinning. He takes my nipple (plus clamp) into his mouth, and I shriek. I’m entirely engorged and tender from the constant, tight pinching, so everything Mark does sends shockwaves through my chest. I’m sure he’s actually being very gentle, but it’s so amplified. When he adds some gentle clit, I moan long and heavy.

He sucks my breast, fingering me skillfully, and Kat continues to ride in her own ecstacy. I wail, and a deep fire builds from my sex, lighting up all other thought and sensation. Mark rubs and sucks firmly, and I buck, gasping and wailing. The fire builds and builds until the best orgasm of my life finally rips through me. God, they edged me all morning, and this one finally makes up for all of them. I buck and cry out, entirely overcome by pleasure.

Then I feel Kat come to a crawl, her fingers digging into my thigh. “Oh-h-h-h-hohhh,” she moans. She gives herself a few more sporadic pumps to ride out her own orgasm, as I find myself trembling and almost non-communicative. Mark still nibbles gently on my nipple clamp, keeping me at the heights of sensation even after my orgasm is over.

Finally, he pulls up, caressing me warmly. I see a thoughtful hunger fill his face.

Kat gasps, finished with her own orgasm, still joined to me. “Baby, can we get her undressed? She looks sexy as all get out in that outfit, but I want to hold her sweet body without all that in between.”

“That does sound nice,” he agrees, still looking me over and trailing his fingers possessively over me. “Why don’t you dismount,” he says, moving decisively.

They both move to release/undress me, and my trembling starts to dwindle. I let them do what they want, and it’s not till I’m fully naked on the center of the bed, except for my collar, that I start to become more responsive. Kat slides next to me, tangling our bodies together, holding me warmly. Her hands rub smoothly over my now bare skin, and I could stay like this with her forever.

I then notice Mark sidling up behind me, spooning against me warmly. The two of them hold me and sandwich me between them, and I melt entirely into cozy bliss.

We stay there for a long, wonderful moment. I am theirs, and they take care of me. It’s so blissful resting between both of their embraces, that my head’s a bit foggy as I notice Mark getting hard behind me. His hand wanders more intimately, to my breast, then my sex, and I swear he’s prepping me for more. I take a deep breath, letting him slowly stoke my flames into heat again.

Eventually, I mumble, “I thought you said I’d drained you dry for a week.”

Mark kisses my shoulder lightly. “I thought you did. But you and Kat were so hot, I found myself mistaken.” He nuzzles against me more firmly, and his hands grip more than trail now. “Put your top leg over Kat,” he commands quietly.

I do, which opens my legs a bit to him. He doesn’t hesitate much this time to slip his cock head into my folds, manually finding my entrance. When he’s solidly positioned, he places his hand on my hip to steady me. He pushes inside.

“Ahhhhh…” I sigh, nuzzling my head into him. It’s a tighter fit in this position than normal. I’m sure he has no complaints though.

He slowly starts to pump, working himself deeply inside me, and Kat looks sweetly into my eyes. “I think he’s gonna need you for a while, dear, but before he totally takes you back from me, I want to kiss you.” She molds her whole body to mine, cupping my face gently, and presses in for a heavenly kiss. God, I adore her….

I kiss her with a gentle flame, caressing her body as fully to mine as possible. Mark’s the one fucking me, but he can use me while I love Kat, no issue.

We stay there, all happily occupied, until Mark gets a bit more possessive. “I need your attention now, Aly. Kat can have you again later if she wants.”

Kat pulls back slightly, giving me an indicative smirk. She gives me one last smooch and says, “Go please my husband, dear,” before pulling back all the way. She sits up against the headboard of the bed, settling in for the show.

“I want you to ride me before I take you again,” Mark says, pulling out so we can reposition. I’ve never been on top before.

He lies down on his back, pulling me over to straddle him facing him. “Open,” he instructs. I manually open my pussy lips as he lines himself up at my entrance. I focus on mounting him, biting my lip in concentration, and when I know he’s solidly in position, I look up at him, hesitant. “Sit,” he says firmly.

I slowly ease onto his huge cock, but he grins at me, yanking my hips down. “Ah!” My knees slip out from under me, and he fully impales me onto him. He rams into my cervix and I wince, stretched to full capacity. I want a moment to adjust, but Mark doesn’t seem in the mood for that. He thrusts upward, bouncing me on his cock, and his hands grip my hips to encourage me to move. I try to adapt quickly and match myself to his encouragement.

After a bit of semi-rough guidance, I find myself bouncing responsively on his cock. I want to please him, but I’m less sure about this than most things. I know how to please him with my mouth, but it’s a different skill with different movements than I’d use anywhere else to do this effectively. I try to copy what I saw Kat doing to me just a bit ago.

After a while, I can tell Mark is proud of my efforts, but I’m obviously not bringing him up very high. He watches my chest bounce with a grin though. They took the nipple clamps off with the leather, but my little nubs are still bright red.

Eventually, I think Mark gets tired of waiting to ramp things up. He holds me steady a few inches above himself and takes over the thrusting. I bite my lip and moan as my body shakes from his force. Yeah, I wasn’t doing this. God, just fuck me, Mark….

With an aggressive move, he sits up, flipping me onto my back on the bed. He holds my wrists down, resting all his weight onto pinning me, and begins fucking me wildly. “God, I love how you feel around me!” he groans.

Unexpectedly, he pulls to a halt, panting. He didn’t finish, so something’s up. He looks intently at me. “I need you to trust me, Aly. Can you do that?” He looks hungry and passionate. I hesitantly nod, not knowing where he’s headed. “Good girl.” He kisses me roughly.

He abruptly pulls up–not quite out though–and reaches behind him to the box. He pulls out Kat’s vibrating dildo, the first toy they got a while ago. It’s much smaller than he is, but it’s still a full-size dildo. He comes back over me, pumping gently with a grin. “Get this wet for me,” he commands. I open my mouth, and he fucks me gently with the dildo, in time with his actual thrusts.

He then leaves it in my mouth for a moment, pulling my knees up to open my legs as wide as possible underneath him. He positions himself more over me, twisting just slightly on his feet. What is he doing? I mumble around the fake cock in confusion. He turns to me excitedly, takes out the dildo, and I swallow, breathing a little heavily.

He then turns slightly behind us, and lines the dildo up with my ass, himself still in my pussy. Oh god, no, he’s not serious!

“No!” I choke out.

“You’re right, Aly,” he says, not looking at my face. “I need lube for this, not just saliva.” He turns back again to grab the bottle, lubing the dildo then working some of the cold lubricant around my tight ring. I squirm, trying to push him off, but he pins my legs open with his body and traps my wrists above my head. He looks at me intently, placing the dildo back at my entrance. I fight him, scared, but I don’t have a chance in my position. He wiggles the very tip inside.

God… I’m already so stretched from his cock in my pussy that he has to push forcefully to get inside at all. He presses it strongly into me, and I whimper in huge discomfort. He doesn’t stop, but shushes me soothingly. “Shhhh… You’re doing great, sweetie. I’m not gonna rip anything. It’s just… ecstatically… tight.” He groans softly.

He pushes past the fake head, and I swear I almost cried from that. But unlike before, the rest is no easier. Normally if he can get past that tight ring, it’s smooth going after. But now he’s trying to stuff both holes at once, so there’s nowhere to expand to. The dildo rubs tightly against his dick, through my inner wall, and while he moans softly with pleasure, I grit my teeth through the stretching, stuffed beyond what I thought possible.

Finally, he’s all the way in. I whimper, pleading with him with my eyes. Mark….

He concentrates for just a moment, and the vibration clicks on. “Ahhh!” I sob. It’s so much, but it feels so fucking good. With the dildo solidly in place, he turns around to face me normally again. His one hand pins my wrists, and his other soothes my body gently. He brushes my cheek, as I whimper from all the sensation, and says quietly, “I’m going to fuck you now. You’re okay, sweetie. You’re okay.” He pulls out slowly.

“Oh god…” he groans. My pussy was already a tight glove for him. Now you add the squeezing tightness of the extra cock, plus the vibration through my walls, plus his own movements and friction and my pussy’s suction, and he is in absolute paradise. He pumps slowly. “Oh baby, you have no idea….” Harder. Harder! Oh god, he fucks me completely to pieces.

“AHHH-HHH-HHH-HHH-HHHHH!!!” I wail. God, oh– “God, Mark! You’re f–“ucking incredible. “Baby… baby, take me!” He pounds me straight out of coherency, and everything becomes a stuffed, orgasmic muddle. He has his way with me, and I buck my hips desperately to meet his thrusts, but otherwise I just let it ride. Oh, oh god….

I give myself to him and the pleasure entirely, nothing held back. It’s pure, burning pleasure, and I cum with fire. He doesn’t let up when I cum, going straight through to my next orgasm. He satisfies himself with me, turning my experience into a single, long string of orgasms, one into the next into the next….

I find myself on my stomach now, as he rams from behind me. Every deep thrust pushes his stomach into the dildo, effectively pounding me with both. I cling to the bed as the pleasure continues. He holds me directly by my collar, taking and owning and claiming me as his….

Now he rests closely on top of me, staring into my eyes, holding me by the front of my collar. He closes his eyes briefly, face awash with pleasure, and swells and twitches inside me. He opens his eyes to look at me while he finally cums.

Hot stream after hot stream shoots deep into my pussy. He rests his forehead against my head heavily, giving a few more gentle pumps to wring as much of his seed out as possible. I tremble, spasming around his cock, as my continuous orgasm finally dwindles. I’m a sweaty, disheveled, exhausted puddle on the bed.

“Did I please you, Mark?” I gasp weakly.

Mark strokes my face warmly. “Sweetie….” He kisses my cheek. “You were incredible. You were perfect. Yes, you very, VERY much pleased me.” He kisses me again sweetly, and I sigh, fulfilled. We did it. God, we did it.

Mark finally pulls out, much softer now, and very gingerly removes the dildo. I didn’t catch it when he must’ve turned it off.

“Oh sweetie…” he whispers, holding me like I’m the most precious and fragile thing in the world, “I love you so much. You said, ‘No,’ and that worried me, but you didn’t say, ‘Red,’ so I kept going.” He nuzzles and cuddles on top of me, so protective and gentle. “Tell me if you’re okay. Please.”

“I’m okay,” I whisper, “as long as you don’t leave me. Just please don’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t. Ever, Aly. You’re far too precious.”

He dots my face with kisses, holding to me tenderly, until he gradually just settles against me to cuddle. I breathe with him, entirely spent. My pussy and ass feel used like nothing I’ve experienced, and I’m probably leaking. “Mark,” I mumble, “can Kat come join us?”

He looks up at his wife, and the bed shifts as she moves toward us. She snakes her arm around my waist, spooning against me. “Of course I can,” she mumbles.

Fully held, fully claimed, fully loved, I drift asleep….

I think we all fell asleep. I don’t wake until later afternoon when the light is getting orangey through the window. Kat and Mark are still asleep beside me. I let them hold me for a happy while.

Kat stirs before Mark does. A soft smile indicates her awakening, before those incredible brown eyes open and meet mine. She leans in and kisses me sweetly before pulling back to look at me. I’m very trapped by Mark’s cuddling–in a wonderful way–but I can’t be very responsive to her. She caresses me gently and smiles patiently beside us.

I breathe deeply and contentedly for a while. I hold quiet eye contact with Kat for most of that time, and eventually I see a mischievous look cross her face. She pushes up, careful not to jostle the bed too much, and bends down over me. Very gently, she takes Mark’s cock into her mouth. She doesn’t bob vigorously; instead it’s a slow, sensual makeout with the head.

Mark stirs with a groan as he gets hard. “You sure know how to wake a man up.” He repositions slightly to give Kat better access and sighs happily from her attention. I get to enjoy the view of her sexy body and the weight of her breasts resting on me. Mark begins caressing me intimately.

“Aly,” he mumbles into my hair, “would you get my wife wet so I can have sex with her?”

I grin. “Does your wife have a preference as to how?”

The wife pulls up from Mark to look at us. “Well if you’re offering, I’d like that pretty little face to do the wet work, with your hands on my chest.”

Mark releases and pats me to slide underneath her. She lifts one leg over my head, settling into position, and I happily bury my face in her sex. The goal is just to get her wet, not to make her orgasm, so there’s no rush to ramp things up.

I smush wet kisses along her whole sex–her opening, her lips, up past her clit…. I mold my full lips to whatever part I’m stimulating, with gentle suction and soft, swirling tongue–no flicks or detailed work yet.

I grin into her pussy as I take her mammoth breasts in hand. Ohhhh they’re so heavy and huge and perfect…. I tweak both nipples with my fingers, rubbing the very ends. Then I grope with delight. God… I squeeze up from underneath, her plump nipples in my palms, and lift the dangling breasts with a happy squeeze. She entirely overflows my delicate hands. I grope and massage her heavy flesh, before letting them dangle again for some nipple play.

Her breasts easily dangle all the way down to my stomach from the way she’s bent over me to pleasure Mark. This means I can pinch and roll her plump nipples while scraping them against my stomach for added stimulation. It feels pretty nice for me, too.

I give my first probing tongue-fuck and find her happily wet. I taste her juices while adding my saliva to them and content myself there for a while.

Eventually I pull out and move back to the clit, gently wrapping my soft lips around her now hard nub. I give light suction, with the softest rubs with my tongue. I want her dripping, but not orgasming.

I feel her shift up on top of me, no longer bent as much down to Mark. I think she’s done with him, but they haven’t told me to stop yet.

I hear them talking faintly over me in hushed half sentences. Then Kat laughs. “I have no idea,” she says distinctly. “She must enjoy it, because sometimes she never even asks for something in return, but I have no idea, baby.”

Then she takes my hands in hers to stop my attention to her breasts and climbs off my face. She beams at me, flushed with arousal.

Mark hooks his hand on my collar to pull me in for a kiss. “Aly,” he asks cheekily, “how many times would you eat out my wife in a day if you had free reign?”

I look at her, blushing. “Assuming we had nothing else to do and she wanted me to? Gosh… I suppose I’d need to stop to eat, but I would do that all day.”

Kat laughs, then gets a sultry look on her face. She cups her breasts up together and squishes and bounces them roughly. “If you were constantly giving me oral, you wouldn’t even be seeing these, darling,” she teases.

“Oh gosh, good point. If I’m allowed full body access, I’d please you and touch you and appreciate you all day–probably wouldn’t even want to stop for food. If we’re talking strictly oral, probably not more than 5 hours total.”

Mark laughs. “It’s probably good for her sake that you’re not the one in charge this weekend.” Kat just raises her eyebrows and fiddles with something on the bed with a subtle smile.

Mark pulls me in to smooch my cheek. “I’d like to have some time with my wife for a little. How about you go make us some food. Reheat the leftover soup and make us sandwiches?”

They haven’t had much of any time with the two of them, so it’s probably fair, I reason glumly, sad to be sent off. But Mark’s in charge.

I slide off the bed to do as I’m told as Kat crawls toward her husband. Before I go, Mark stops me. “Aly, while you’re cooking…” he beckons with one finger. I walk around the bed toward him. “Hand me the box of toys.” I pass it to him, glancing at what’s inside. Most of it we’ve used, nothing too crazy in there.

He rummages inside then beckons me closer. He attaches the two nipple clamps, and I tense from the tight pinching. He then pulls out a small vibrator and inserts it into my pussy, grinning at me as he turns it on. It has a smaller egg thing for inside, as well as an outer panel going over the clit. “Don’t cum till I say so,” he says, pulling me down by my collar for a sloppy kiss. He sends me off, slapping my butt as I go. I jump slightly with a blush, and he just grins.

I head to the kitchen and hear Kat squeal, probably pouncing on him. A moment later, she moans, and the bed creaks softly. I guess they’re going at it now. “Wow, she got you quite ready,” I hear Mark say approvingly. I knew she was soaked for sure, but it’s still nice to be praised. I smile proudly as I get to work.

The soup is still in its pot from yesterday, so that’s easy. I put it on a burner on low and give it a good stir. I feel a slight flush as I work, from Mark’s choice of accessories. The vibrator doesn’t interfere with movement, but when I bend over to pull the deli meats from the fridge, it presses more firmly against my clit. I freeze, groaning quietly. I try spreading my legs so it won’t press as tightly.

I get out plates, starting to make up sandwiches, stirring the soup occasionally. It’s starting to smell tasty. I feel warm even when I’m not over the stove, definitely starting to get worked up from the vibrator. I can hear enough from the adjacent room to get an idea of how Kat and Mark are getting on. Kat’s by far the more vocal of the two, but sometimes Mark makes satisfied groans or appreciative comments.

Sandwiches are done, with condiments on the side if they want them, and the soup is starting to steam. I get out bowls and spoons. I find myself panting, hands gripping the counter, legs squirming together–oh no, nope, that’s worse–legs spread wide. I groan in heat. I want to go back in there and pounce on Kat and take her beautiful breasts in my mouth while Mark fucks me doggy style. God….

Food is ready, and I’m ready to cum, but Mark said not to. I’m sweaty, legs shaking, barely registering things anymore. I’m bent again by the counter, gripping it tightly, and sounds of orgasm from the other room faintly register. Please be done, please be done.

I’m gasping, clenching, fighting the orgasm as best I can, when they walk into the kitchen laughing. Kat put a robe on, but Mark’s comfortable in the nude.

“Oh goodness, baby!” Kat exclaims. “Are you gonna take care of her?”

“Mmmmm…” Mark ponders tortuously. “I’d kind of like to see how long she can last. Dinner and a show.” The villain! “Food looks delicious, Aly!” he says, taking a bowl of soup from the pot and taking that and a plate to the table. I whine unhappily as he starts to eat.

“That’s harsh, baby,” Kat says sympathetically. But she also gets a bowl of soup and her plate and sits down to watch.

I embarrassingly catch myself rolling and grinding my hips as if I had a real lover with me. “Mmmmm!” I whine softly, then gasp once again.

“I think she’s getting close,” Kat whispers after another minute.

No. No! He’s not gonna win so easily! I turn to them, entirely hazed over with arousal and hunger, and ravenously start eating my sandwich, almost buckling with pleasure. Mark raises his eyebrows, impressed, as I glare at him, and Kat laughs heartily, punching him playfully.

I do finish my sandwich, moaning and panting as I go, and as I bend over the sink to wash my hands, I feel Mark come up behind me. He scoots my legs apart and pumps two fingers up my ass. I wail from that, and to my shame, start bucking and thrusting back onto his fingers, fucking myself straight into orgasm.

I collapse against the sink, crying out in pleasure as I spasm around the egg and his fingers. He doesn’t let up, pumping my ass furiously. I shriek, an absolute puddle of orgasmic mess, and I probably would’ve collapsed straight onto the floor by now if he wasn’t holding me up by his fingers in my ass.

My whole body shudders with a throaty moan, and he finally relents, turning off the egg and removing his fingers.

“I told you not to cum till I said so,” he reminds me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” I gasp.

“Since you apparently have such a desperate need to orgasm,” he says cruelly, “I think that’s exactly what Kat and I should do with you for the rest of the night. You’re going to cum, and cum, and cum, until we say you’ve had enough. Would you clear the table for dessert, love?” he says to Kat.

As soon as the table is clear, he lifts me up and deposits me on my back. Pulling up a chair, he spreads my legs and devours my pussy. I shriek, but I love it, and Kat pulls my face toward the other end for some heavenly kisses.

I kiss her back passionately, melting under Mark’s oral. It’s different kissing upside down, but the Frenching is incredible. Mark slips two fingers inside me to curl and pump, focusing his mouth mostly on my clit. I moan and grind on the table, until I shudder with another orgasm. I melt and whimper, and Kat makes out with me heavily.

Mark barely gives me a moment to rest before flipping me onto my stomach and pulling my hips down off the table, impaling me right onto his hard cock. “Ahh!” I buckle, sinking into him. My clit is really what needs the cool down post-orgasm, and he gives me that while he thrusts forcefully into my pussy. I clench my hands on nothing on the table and let him pound me senseless till I buckle with another clenching orgasm.

Mark then scoops me up, sweaty and overcome as I am, and carries me to the living room. He says something to Kat I don’t catch. Depositing me on the couch, he lifts me to my hands and knees–knees on the cushions, hands on the back of the couch–and spreads my legs. Kat returns, holding the red plug and lube.

“You want to give it a go, sweets?” Mark offers.

“I–” Kat looks at my face pleading over my shoulder for her to say no. I don’t want that with her, only Mark. She gives me a careful look and says, “I don’t think so, baby. You do what you want.” Thank god.

Mark smirks at me, lubing up the plug. I watch his eager face as he presses it in. I groan and gasp, pushing myself back onto it, and the whole thing goes in with the first push. I’ve already been stuffed there twice today and I think my body’s getting more loosened to it.

I drop my head as I shift forward and back to meet his gentle thrusts, releasing a guttural moan. He moves in and out over the widest part to get me as loose as possible, before removing the plug and pressing in himself. I open my hips to him as much as possible and take him inside with only moderate discomfort this time. “Yes, baby,” I pant, bracing myself against the couch. “Take me deep. Mmrmm! MMGHM! AH! AH! AH–! OHHHHHhhhh….” He slides fully in me.

I start fucking myself on him, and he quickly joins in. He grunts appreciatively and ramps up the pace. I yelp when he slaps my ass once–not too roughly though. God, his warm hands feel heavenly all over me–my butt, my hips and up my back, cupping my breasts gently….

“Sweets, I think she’ll need some help getting off this way. Do you mind?”

“I don’t mind in the least….” Kat takes my hands, and the two of them turn me sideways on the couch. Mark now pumps from on the left side of the couch, and Kat pulls me toward her on the right.

She gets on her knees facing away from me and bends near my face, pulling up her robe to show off her ass. God she’s hot…. She turns around front and sits near me, pulling her robe more loosely open in front so I have a good look at lots of boob as she squeezes her breasts in front of me.

A flaming lust surges through me as Mark pounds my ass and Kat displays herself right in front of me. She pulls the robe lower so she can rub her large nipples before me. She squeezes and gropes her own chest, and all I want is to bury my face there and suck and squeeze and devour her beautiful chest.

She slides almost underneath me, holding one breast out to my hungry, hungry lips, not quite getting close enough for contact, and reaches her other hand down to my clit.

She gives me the gentlest swirls right over that bundle of nerves, and I shudder and buckle and moan with orgasm number 3 of Mark’s punishment. I spasm around his cock, and he goes furiously hard for a minute while I ride my orgasm, until I feel him spurt in my ass.

This one wasn’t nearly as ravaging for him as the one in my ass earlier today, but I feel so hot knowing I got him off regardless.

I should be satiated, but I’m not. God, if Mark would just let go of my hips, I’d fall onto Kat and her phenomenal rack. But he doesn’t. He pulls out and pulls me back, scooping me again into his arms, this time to head toward the bedroom. I look longingly past his arms to Kat, so deeply hungry for her, but he carries me away.

Right inside the door, he plasters me against the wall, his hand on the wall near my head, his other around my collar, gentle but dominating. “Focus on me, Aly,” he commands, as I look toward the door, hoping Kat is following.

“But–”

Mark grips my head by my neck and chin, forcing me to look at his possessive face. He kisses me roughly. “You’re mine this weekend,” he says jealously. “If I say you can have fun with Kat, then that’s fine. But otherwise, you look to me to meet your needs, and you do everything in your power to serve me.” He kisses me again with passion and dominance. I find my hands pressing warmly up the contours of his chest, and I kiss him back with a flutter.

He presses me against the wall, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, so he picks me up. He carries me back to the bed and flops on his back with me on top.

Kat comes into the room, taking off her robe. I lift my head to watch her, but Mark jealously grips my collar to hold me down to keep kissing. She climbs onto the foot of the bed, and Mark can tell I’m distracted and doesn’t like it. He sits up, putting himself between me and Kat, and when I still strain hungrily for her, he growls and grips me by my hair.

“AH-h-hhh,” I whimper.

He climbs over me, forcing me to lie down, and roughly ties my wrists to the head of the bed. “Apparently if I intend to keep you,” he says possessively, “then I need to force it to happen.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I beg.

He finishes tying me down and grips my chin. In a quiet, but stern voice, he says, “You do not touch my wife unless I say so. Understood?”

“Yes, Mark.” I look at him singularly. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”

He bends down, pinching my nipple painfully, leaning to whisper in my ear. “I’m not mad, sweetie; you just need a reminder of who’s in charge.” He kisses me sweetly and faintly and gently, while maintaining his painful pinch on my nipple. He finally pulls away, looking me over. He rubs my breast warmly now instead of the pinching.

He looks over at Kat sitting naked at the foot of the bed. He runs his hands casually over my body–his to touch how he pleases–and takes a deep breath to lighten his tone. “Now, I really don’t blame you for wanting her–god knows I do. And honestly I find it hot how intensely you want to go after her. And… entirely understandable….”

With that, he leaves me to head to her, and she grins happily leaning in, knowing her husband’s coming for her. She reaches to pull him in for a kiss, and he takes his rightful place in her arms. They kiss heavily, and Kat giggles.

“Are we at least going to let her watch us this time?” Kat says sympathetically.

“That’s what I was thinking. Although that’s probably going to turn her on even more for you.”

“Well… we can always fix that after,” she says, glancing at me, then shiningly back at Mark. “Mmmmm….” She pulls him in for a kiss.

His hands settle warmly on her sides, rubbing from her shoulders down to the curve of her tiny waist, then hips. I think it’s too soon since Mark came in my ass for him to actually have sex with her right now, so instead he appreciates her body with his hands and lips. He touches her all the ways I wish I could be touching her, and I unthinkingly tug against my restraints when he takes her nipples into his mouth. Kat sees and smirks, but she doesn’t alert Mark.

He gets very handsy–intimately handsy–kissing her neck from behind her so her body and his touching of her body is on full display to me. He squeezes her big breasts up and together, playing with her heavy chest for quite some time. He then reaches his middle finger down between her folds to finger her gently. He knows exactly how to touch her, and she loves the touch, but she adores the man giving it even more. She caresses his cheek at her neck, then bends forward on her hands and knees over me.

Mark reaches behind her to fuck her gently with two fingers, while Kat teases me in my helplessness. Her boobs swing almost down to touch me, and she moves to grind down on me, but still stays just out of reach. She pants and bites her lip, closing her eyes and thrusting back onto Mark’s hot touch. God she’s incredible….

She bends, actually laying her breasts on my body, and moves as if to kiss me, to devour me–her beautiful brown eyes looking me over hungrily–but never actually makes contact with my face. I hear Mark squelching in her pussy, driving her wilder, and she throws her head back with closed eyes, groaning long and hard.

Suddenly she looks back, hinting for him to back off, and she says, “Do us together, baby.” She lies down next to me, grinning at me with her beautiful, sparkling eyes, and Mark reaches inside both of us, two fingers each, and pounds us simultaneously. Her face floods with pleasure and she closes her eyes again, and it fills me with such absolute joy. I also feel the heat building inside me, and we both succumb to Mark’s heavenly touch. Her cries stir me on, and I gasp beside her as she squeaks in pleasure, until Mark brings us both over the top together.

This one’s a silent one for me, gently convulsing on the bed, as I watch Kat ride hers right next to me.

Eventually, Mark slows to a stop. “You both just came, and I’m only now getting ready for more. Can you take more yet, sweets?” he asks his wife.

“Anything for you, baby,” she gasps. She rolls on top of me, face to face, grinning wickedly, and Mark slides himself into her pussy.

God! They’re having sex on top of me! Mark’s thrusts rock Kat on top of me, and I love her sexy body on me, but it’s not enough when I can’t touch her back. She toys with me now, touching me, biting my lip… my ear…. Her ass is curved up behind her, jiggling slightly from Mark’s thrusts, as he pounds her pussy. Gradually, he gets her worked up enough that she mostly just throws her head back to ride it out instead of continuing to play with me.

Mark pounds her hard, but she’s used to it enough with him that it doesn’t seem rough to her. She wants slightly more, actually, so she pushes up and drops her breast over my face.

I squeeze my mouth shut, pinch my eyes closed, and whimper. “You know what I want, darling,” Kat says, pressing her nipple against my tightly shut lips. I protest, going against every sexual impulse in my body, and she pulls back. “Why won’t you touch me, dear?”

I melt unhappily. “Mark hasn’t said that I can!”

Kat looks over her shoulder to get Mark’s approval.

“Good girl, Aly. You can do what she wants now.”

This time when she presses her plump nipple to my lips, I hungrily–desperately!–take her inside with a blissful moan. God, her giant breast squishes over and overflows my entire face. I love her large nipples–flicking them with my tongue inside my mouth, sucking forcefully, swirling, nibbling–and I love how turned on she gets by my mouth’s attention. She can barely breathe, gasping from the dual stimulation. Mark goes hard, grinding against her inner wall, and I scrape my teeth over her large nub with a strong suck, and Kat contracts with orgasm. “Oh-h-h-h-hohhh GOD!” she shrieks quietly, grinding on top of me. She kisses me, lost to her pleasure, until she slowly comes down with a shudder. Then her one forceful kiss turns to small, peppering kisses. She rolls off me onto her back and pulls Mark down for kisses, too. He gently obliges.

When she releases him with a sexy moan, he looks devotedly down at her for a moment, then grins at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not done this round,” he says, clinging over to me. He caresses my face warmly then adds a strong, tender kiss. He pulls up, panting with excitement. “I’m going to put those soft lips to work myself.”

He gets up, turning around, and kneels by my head. “Open, sweetie,” he says, tilting my face back. I look up at him and open submissively. He hooks two fingers in my mouth and uses his other hand to stroke my neck. There’s no question what he intends. I look at him obediently and open wide as he moves his cock to my lips. “Do it well,” he says gently, leaving the rest up to me. I can please him; I know I can. I’m good at this.

I close my lips around his head and suck tightly. My tongue massages his soft, hot skin. He controls the depth entirely, so I just work with however much he gives me. He pumps slowly, letting me spend a lot of time on his head. God he’s so hard!

He pants and groans quietly on top of me, fingers lightly holding my jaw in place. Inevitably, he eventually presses deeper, all the way to the back of my throat. He’s still only half way in me, so he soon starts pressing into my throat. I moan once before I’m cut off by his massive member. I suppress the gag reflex as he works himself deeper, and I can feel my throat stretching obscenely to accommodate. He lightly rubs his thumbs on the outside of my neck over the obvious bulge. Then he pulls out, and I gasp for air.

He actually pulls all the way out and grinds his balls against my face. When I’ve caught my breath enough, I lick and suck them as they go by. “Good girl,” he grunts. He stays near my mouth so I can give them lots of attention, and he moans quietly. He pulls up and I open again.

This time he goes straight for my throat, leaning forward over me to fuck gently–then not so gently. He pulls out as I choke, gasping, but I quickly give his head attention like he wants. The next time he presses in, he lies all the way on top of me and spreads my legs to return the attention. He sucks and licks up my sex, still fully in my throat, until I buck for need of oxygen. He finally pulls up, still giving me attention himself, and lets me focus on his head. I suck fervently, rubbing my tongue roughly against his head, up his slit, tonguing the hole. God he tongues mine in return–deep, thick tongue-fucks.

Apparently with the way we’re lying, my breasts squish out beside us, and Kat takes the opportunity to play with my little nipples. She watches us 69, while giving me light little tugs and pinches and rubs.

When Mark latches onto my clit with his strong lips, I moan around his cock. He shoves into my throat once again, and while I can’t breathe, he feels so ungodly wonderful at my clit that I writhe in pleasure underneath him.

Either he gets distracted, or it just feels too good on his end, but he doesn’t pull out like normal. I start seeing spots from lack of oxygen, and I buck underneath him to indicate I need him to pull out. He feels so fantastic at my sex, but I’m getting dizzy. Finally he pulls out, and I gulp in huge breaths. “I can’t take much more of that,” I gasp with a slightly raspy throat. He lightly scrapes his teeth over my clit and I shriek. “Oh… GOD, Mark!” He flicks and nibbles, and I buck from stimulation. He switches briefly to some deep tongue fucks, and as I start to spasm around him, he returns to forceful suction and tongue action on my clit, bringing me over the edge. “Oh god! Oh god, Mark!” I melt and writhe and then scream from his continued touch. This is a big one, and he just keeps the suction going until I whimper, now begging for release. When he finally lets up, I gasp and gasp underneath him, and he massages my body warmly for a cool down.

He kneels up, still massaging nicely, but he’s not done. His huge, hard member still rubs against the side of my face. I don’t know how much more I can take.

He’s not done though. He crawls around to straddle my hips facing me now, just rubbing himself on my stomach. “If you do this next one nicely for me, I’ll call your punishment over,” he says gently. “Understand?”

“Yes, Mark. I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll be such a good girl.”

With that, he unties my wrists so that I can more fully participate. I rub my cold hands up his warm chest, caress his neck sweetly, and when he scoots down between my legs, wrap obediently around him. I look up into his aroused, and authoritative, but kind face, and melt just a little more. “I love you,” I say breathlessly.

“I love you, too.” He traces his fingers ever so faintly across my face. “Get ready, sweetie.”

He lines himself up at my very wet entrance and slides inside seamlessly, filling me up completely. We both groan softly. As soon as he starts moving, I grind my hips to meet him. I’ll make him feel so good… so, so good….

I give him my body in a way I’ve only done a few times, and I make love to him with everything in me. It’s different this time. I am entirely submitted to him, more than I ever have been, and I just want to make him happy. I want to serve him and please him, and I love him with unfettered devotion.

I stick with him entirely this time. When he goes rough, I fuck him right back with a wildness in my eyes. When he grinds against my upper wall, I shift my hips to meet him, my fingers digging into his arms as I moan. When he goes slow and heavy, I wrap myself around him for heavenly kisses, knowing that I am his, and he can have every single part of me.

He claims me and marks me during our lovemaking. I’m surprised that hickies don’t hurt. I actually return his possessive roughness when he bites my neck, and I bite his shoulder. He makes me feel so very different now, and I love him and trust him profoundly. It’s actually during a slower moment, when I tell him I love him, that he cums inside me, holding tightly to me. I might’ve orgasmed, but if I did it was different. It was a rush of pleasure for sure, but one of pride and satisfaction and devotion, not just a physical wash. I grind my hips up and down his cock to milk his pleasure as best I can, and he presses down on me to hold me tenderly.

He finally rests, fully on top of me. “We’re done, sweetie. You were entirely perfect.” He kisses my cheek gently. “Is there anything you want now? I’m letting you make a request, if you have one.” He looks intently into my face.

“I want you to hold me for the rest of the night.” I look at him shyly.

“Of course,” he says smiling. “Why don’t we take a quick bathroom break, and then I promise to touch you and hold you for the rest of the night until we go to bed. Do you want Kat to hold you while I go to the bathroom? Are you okay with that, sweets?” he asks both of us.

“I will hold that beautiful girl as much as she wants,” Kat says, looking at me deeply.

I smile, almost choked up by their love, and when Mark climbs off, I go to her unfettered. She wraps me against her tightly in such a cuddly, curvy hug. “That one was different for you,” she whispers observantly, “wasn’t it.”

I pull back to look at her. “He accepted me,” I realize.

Her facial expression probes for more, if I want to elaborate.

“I gave him all of me, and he accepted me. He didn’t push me away, he didn’t hurt me, and I was enough for him.”

“Darling, you are more than enough. Always. And yes, you can trust him. We love you so much, and we’re NEVER going to push you away, or try to hurt you. You are safe, and accepted, and whole-heartedly loved, for as long as you’re willing to stay in our lives.” She squeezes me tightly to herself and holds me till Mark gets back.

When he leaves the bathroom, we swap, and then I shyly come back to the bed where they lounge. Mark takes a deep breath and pulls me to the side of the bed by my hands. “How tired are you?” he asks calmly.

“Mark, I–I can’t. I mean, I’ll do my best, I really will, if you want to go again, but I’ve cum so many times I don’t–”

“Aly! Easy, girlfriend!” Kat says gently with a laugh. “He was asking if you wanted to watch a movie, not have more sex!”

Oh. I blush furiously.

“Although, it makes sense with this man why you’d think that,” she says, aggressively cuddling with him. I smile, still embarrassed a little.

“No, I just thought it’s not actually that late, and I could hold you while we watch. If you’re up to it,” Mark explains.

“That would be nice,” I say quietly–very nice.

“Do you want to go pick a movie?” he says, giving his wife a mushy look.

She gives him a smooch and moves to go. She wraps up in her robe on the way out to the living room. Mark scoots his legs over the side of the bed and pulls me between them. His large hands travel warmly on my skin as he looks me over casually. “Touch makes you feel safe, doesn’t it,” he asks quietly.

“When I trust the person? More than almost anything.” I hesitate. “I’m sure you’ve realized I like the sexy kind of touch, but there have been times I was willing to give the sexy kind only because I wanted the safe kind, but I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Well, you can have the safe kind with us anytime you like, whether or not the sexy kind’s included. Now let’s go watch a movie,” he grins.

He scoops me up and I wrap around his neck as he carries me to the living room. He sits down, setting me just barely to the side. His arms are around my shoulders, and he rubs my legs warmly on his lap, but my butt’s on the couch beside him.

Kat picked a rom-com. She sits on the other end of the couch, legs tucked under herself, and Mark casually touches and caresses me while we watch. Most of his touches are light and mindless, but occasionally he tweaks my nipples. I’m not nearly as sensitive that way as Kat is, so I don’t mind.

We come to one sexy scene in the movie, and while they keep the movie PG-13, Mark does not. He holds my knee closest to him and whispers, “Open,” in my ear. I swing my other leg wide, off his lap, and he plays with my pussy. He still watches the movie, and he keeps things slow enough that I mostly can, too. At the heartwarming, big-kiss climax of the movie, he goes more firmly on my clit, and I very softly whimper, and he stays at that more intense level through till the end of the movie.

As the credits roll, I think he’s trying to stir me up fully, but I’m too sleepy to be as responsive as he wants. I don’t protest because it still feels nice, but I really don’t think I have another orgasm in me tonight, and I just look at him sleepily and contentedly.

“I’m not gonna get any more fun with you tonight, am I,” he whispers lightly.

“I mean, it’s up to you–” I yawn “…if you wanna try…” I stare sleepily at him.

He stares back, looking me over, then pulls back to only caress my inner thigh warmly. “I don’t think so,” he says quietly. “You ready for bed, sweets?” he asks his wife beside us.

“Yep.” She’s tired, too. She clicks off the TV and moseys over to the bedroom to go get ready for bed.

Mark stands up and carries me back to the bedroom, and I cuddle sleepily against his neck. “Do you need to brush your teeth?” he asks gently. “I don’t want to wake up and go to kiss you and smell dragon breath in the morning,” he teases.

“I suppose….”

He plunks me on my feet in the bathroom, and we brush side by side with his left arm around my waist. Kat is already in bed by the time we finish, and Mark sends me in next so he can spoon behind me like normal. “I don’t think you need pajamas tonight,” he whispers, grinning. Nope. Just warm body against warm body….

“Goodnight, Mark….”

The next morning I wake up and stretch widely on the bed, bumping into someone with my hand. I look up, groggy, and see that Mark is not in bed, and Kat is awake and sitting up. She smiles softly down at me, tingling my offending palm with her fingertips.

“Morning, dear,” she says quietly.

“Hi!” I giggle sleepily. “Where is he?” I say, looking around. Just then I hear the toilet flush. Nevermind.

Mark comes out a minute later, dressed in pajamas. “Oh she’s up!” he says, happy to see me awake. He casually walks to the foot of the bed, and, assuming he wants what he’s wanted every morning, I crawl toward him and slide to my knees on the floor, trying to pull him out of his pants for his good morning oral.

He laughs, knocking my chin up to look at him. “What are you doing?” he asks with humor.

“You always want some good morning oral,” I say, reaching into his pants. I pull him out, and he chuckles.

“You’ve got her trained now,” Kat says with amusement.

“I suppose we can do that first,” Mark consents, stepping closer to me. He gently cradles my head as I go down on him, and it doesn’t take me long to finish him in my throat. I swallow his spunk down, then wait obediently for further instruction.

“I want you to give the same service to my wife,” he says, looking down on me. He beckons her over, and she stands awkwardly beside him.

“It feels weird to have her kneeling for me,” Kat confesses to Mark.

He gives her a smooch. “She’ll give you plenty more to feel instead. Aly?” he prompts, waiting for me to go ahead.

I crawl close between her legs and slowly pull her pajama pants down. I gently worm my way between her legs, prompting her to spread and give me access. She obliges, even if she feels weird about it. “Just let me please you, sweetheart,” I say, getting into position.

I stretch my neck up to bury my face in her sex. I love her soft thighs around my cheeks. I bury myself with a happy giggle, appreciating my position, before I then open my mouth to start giving her my service. I smush my mouth against her lips and lick warmly up her sex. Her sexy thighs tense slightly from the stimulation. I continue working, and she quickly relaxes, eventually holding my head to guide and press me deeper. She likes strong, deep tongue-fucks.

It takes me longer to work her up than Mark, but with skillful tonguing and moderate attention to her clit, she gradually climbs to a gasping “Oh…!” as her legs tremble around me.

I pull up and away and see that Mark has taken up position behind her, lifted her shirt up over her breasts, and is enjoying himself there. He squeezes her big breasts, rolling her nipples happily, and keeps her overwhelmed even post-orgasm.

“Do you want Aly to keep making love to you this morning?” He gives her firm tugs on her nipples, rubbing his fingers over the tips of her hard nubs, distracting her into consent.