PART ONE
My day off. Piles of washing begging to be dealt with… not a pleasant thought. I decided to procrastinate with a bath, but quickly put a load of underwear on before moving to the ensuite. I turned on the water, squirting in some tropical oil and bubble mixture, drinking in the sweet aroma as I slowly undressed in front of the wall of mirrors. I traced my hands gently over my thighs and cupped my breasts, enjoying the freedom of being alone, a lady of leisure for the moment. As the bath became deeper, I slipped in and sunk beneath the intoxicating slippery bubbles. I dipped my head under, the silence engulfing me, feeling myself suspended and allowing the warmth to flood every inch of my nakedness. As I surfaced, I closed my eyes and opened my legs – adoring the sensation of liquid caressing my rosebud. My hands again found my breasts, large and swaying gently in the water. I circled my nipples firmly, allowing a moan to escape my lips as I lifted my pelvis out of the bath, breaking the surface and enticing the water to lap at my clit. The lovely sensation was making me rock, so I increased the pressure on my nipples, squeezing them to match the now rhythmic motion on my pussy. I held my breath and tightened my whole body, ripples of pleasure sucking at my curves.
The phone rang. Loud and intrusive. I intended to ignore it, but suddenly realised it could be the electrician who was coming to service the house sometime today. I jumped out of the bath, almost slipping over from the oil soaked into my feet, and grabbed the receiver…
“Hello?” My abrupt, annoyed voice.
“Hope I’m not disturbing you Mrs Wright” A deep friendly voice.
“Ohhhhh….ummmmm….”. I had to focus!! He laughed.
“Still on for today then Mrs Wright?”
“Oh yeh, sure Mike, what time?”
“In about half an hour if that’s ok…?”
I could hear the smile on his lips. How could he know what I was doing?! No, that’s ridiculous. Get a grip!
“Yes! Umm.. that would be fine. See you then”. Click.
The tension in my body had not been resolved, in fact, the phone call had made my pulse race even more. I guess I should get dressed… then I remembered, the washing! I had no underwear left, but it was a fine day and should dry quickly. So I heaved the load into the basket and stepped out the back door into the sunshine, walking carefully down the path to the line. I started pegging out the panties; black crotch less lace, tiger striped g-string, red satin bows, white burlesque frillies, and all the rest – like pretty flowers floating in the breeze.
I smiled at my collection of lingerie, fingering them fondly and feeling a surge of desire course through my still naked body. I loved being outdoors like this, the sun shining magnificently on my breasts, making my nipples curl with excitement. I dreamily reached down to my pussy and stroked its smoothness, still slightly damp and slick from the bath oils. A prickling sensation rode up my spine making me blush… was someone watching me?! I turned my head quickly to the neighbours window and saw the blinds flap wildly – not the wind this time! A smirk escaped from my lips. A few months ago, three 20-something yr olds had moved in next door. They were nice boys, polite and friendly, in their prime and ready to party. I had noticed their curiosity about the woman who lived over the fence, the redness of their cheeks and their sideways giggles not missed by my keen senses. Perhaps it was my tight white t-shirts and tiny denim shorts I wore when gardening that sparked their imaginations! I would smile encouragingly and bend over slowly whilst tending my flowers, feeling the appreciation for the view I was giving them.
So now, as I stood naked and aroused in full view of their window, I was thrilled at the idea of being watched by these handsome, probably hard, blokes. I continued my display however, as if I had no idea. Turning back to the line, I clumsily dropped some pegs and bent over provocatively to pick them up – slow and sensual, rotating my hips to expose my perfect pussy to their gaze. I stayed in this position for a minute or two, adding to the display by running my hands over the back of my taut legs and opening my legs just enough to let my lips spread invitingly. As I turned back around (slowly, so as not to frighten them away) I stared openly at the window and ran my tongue over my lips, deliberately leaving my mouth a little open and allowing a loud sensual groan to escape. Now I could see them (yes, all three!) pressed up against the window like fat kids in a candy shop. I waved and smiled happily, waltzing brazenly back to my door, feeling their eyes follow my every footstep. As I got back inside, I lay on the couch and took a moment to collect my thoughts. That was fun, but where to go from here?… Oh!! The electrician, that’s right. I should really get dressed…
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PART TWO
It had been an interesting day and it wasn’t even 10 o’clock in the morning. The electrician would be arriving in about 10 minutes. My whole body was filled with delicious sensations, raw sexual energy rolling off my skin in waves. The interrupted joy of a bath and a bit of self-loving had put my thoughts in a fuddle and the voyeuristic lads next door, watching me hang out my panties on the line naked, had only served to increase my avid tension. But my release would have to be postponed, as this was a time to put business before pleasure. The lights and air conditioning in the master bedroom had been on the blink for weeks and finally it would be sorted today. Feeling horny as hell and all my underwear still on the line, I chose to skip the panties and slipped on a satin chemise with a cute red cotton dress over the top. It was fairly short and snug, the neckline more than a little revealing , but being the kind of girl who likes to advertise her assets, it felt good.
The doorbell rang. A quick glance in the mirror showed a flushed face, damp dark ringlets and a body begging to burst out of its cotton seams – pretty damned attractive actually! I opened the door to Mike, whom I had never laid eyes on before, but was excessively pleased to do so now. The voice matched the physique perfectly. Dark medium length wavy hair, dark mischievous eyes and a firm, well built, sun kissed body. His black shirt hugged his muscled biceps, khaki shorts revealing an incredible set of legs also. The silence was momentary, but palpable. Our gazes drifting up and down each other in unison.
“Hey Mike” I managed to get out…a few more moments passed… His face broke into a glorious smile as he shifted his weight and stuck out his chest.
“Can I come in then?” His eyes were playful and sardonic. I quickly moved sideways, inviting him in with a mock majestic sweep of my arm, smirking constantly. My thoughts were in a jumble, my pulse thumping through my chest so intensely, I was sure he would notice and laugh at the almost desperate way I was looking at him. But if he did notice, he didn’t show it – walking casually into the open plan lounge/kitchen area and setting down his toolbox. I was about to tell him where the bedroom was when he interrupted,
“Hmmm… what’s that delightful smell? You been baking cookies for me or something?” Still smiling at me, his hands resting on his tool belt.
I stuttered “Cookies?!… what??… oh!! No, no that’s just coconut oil from… the bath”
“Yeh, you look nice and sweet Mrs Wright – just like a cookie actually”. This time the smile was overt, the mouth slightly open so I could see his tongue suspended in curiosity, his eyes wide and his gaze deliberate. A warmth rushed through my body, from the tip of my head and downwards, settling on my mound which pulsed with expectation.
My eyes widened as he took a step toward me, closing the gap. I could smell him now, a tantalising mix of cologne, perspiration and.. what was that? sunshine?! I felt myself start to sway slightly…
Get a grip! Accustomed to being a woman in control of her sexuality, able to use her wiles to seduce at will, all sense of control was now being stolen from me by this stranger with a sarcastic manner and overwhelming presence. He stopped about a metre away from me and seemed to be breathing in deeply, his eyes momentarily closing…
“Mmmmmm…. you even SMELL like a cookie!” The dark eyes flicked open, teasing and burning into me. Then my natural instinct returned, thank god! I smirked back , raising my breasts with a deep breath and lifting my eyebrows playfully… “Ruby. You can call me Ruby and… are you hungry Mike? Is there anything I can help you with?”… the space between us felt electric, magnetic even. He would be fucking fantastic, I knew it.
Suddenly we were jolted out of our reverie by the phone ringing. That bloody phone! I swear, I heard the air crackle with disappointment at the wastefulness of such an imposition. I glanced at the receiver behind me…caller id – it was my husband! I reached for the receiver instinctively, as Mike broke eye contact and stepped back toward his toolbox.
“Uhhh…hi babe!” I mumbled nervously, trying to contain my jitters.
“Hey sexy lady! I was just calling to let you know that I’ve been given the rest of the day off, so I’m coming home early”
“Ohhh that’s great! When will you be home?”
“Well, I’m just finishing up here with a client…let’s say, in about 40 minutes?… Just enough time for you to slip into something more comfortable and bake me a batch of those fine cookies of yours!”
The irony of his comment struck at me like a hammer. Nailed to the phone, I giggled stupidly and replied “Yes, they are damn fine cookies – highly in demand!”
“See you soon then babe” Click.
Lost in the conversation with my husband, I hadn’t noticed that Mike had left the room.
“Hello?” I called tentatively, “Mike?!” A little louder…
“In here” His mesmerizing voice from the direction of the master bedroom. Oh, so he was getting on with the job then… how disappointing. I hesitated before entering, feeling confused. In the heat of the moment, only five minutes before, I was wild with abandon and preparing to jump off a precipice into Mike’ s sexy arms. But now, I wasn’t so sure… had I missed his intentions? Or was I correct, and it was merely the interruption of the phone call that broke the intensity of his passion? As I turned the corner to enter the bedroom, the answer was standing there before me. All 6ft, 10 inches of pure sex, suddenly naked and lustful right before my eyes.
Evidently, Mike had taken matters into his own hands, not prepared to miss out on his taste of the ‘cookies’ before Mr Wright got to them first. I didn’t hesitate. Forty minutes was a long time and all kinds of adventures could be had with that many seconds available in an encounter. I grinned at Mike and he visibly relaxed, understanding my consent and extreme willingness to appease his… well, how should I put this… his rather LARGE appetite. ;o)
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PART 3
Washing day had never been a great joy of mine. I had managed to do one load on this particular day, but had been waylaid by a most enjoyable procrastination. After a soak in my oily bubble bath, with some self-exploratory caressing, the event had been cruelly interrupted by a phone call advising that Mike the electrician (who I had not previously met in person, but flirted with on the phone) was indeed on his way to fix some faulty wiring for me. And faultily wired I WAS on this day, as my hormones had been running riot, making me horny as a devil with no apparent relief in site. But today was not just washing day. You see, today was turning out to be more of a… well, a COOKIE baking kind of day.
So it was that I found myself standing in the doorway of my bedroom, whilst Mike the electrician also stood no more than three metres away from me, totally naked, totally hard and totally fuckable. It was a surprise to me, as I worried that the phone call from my husband a few minutes earlier (telling me that he would be home in 40 minutes) would have a negative effect on the mounting sexual chemistry between us, that had been evident from the moment he stepped through my front door.
But a lovely surprise it certainly was, and now it was my turn to show Mike my appreciation for his candour. “Wow” I murmured, but my face expressed all of the lust that was entrenched in that one word.
“Mrs Wright….uhhhh Ruby … I will gladly fix your lights and air conditioning, but first, there’s something else that has… well, come up!” The smile, the glint in the eye.
“Yes, I can see that” I replied, as my gaze drifted down to his perfect cock and rested there. It grew even more (if that’s possible!) and pulsed under my stare. The electricity re-entered the room in no minor way. I felt hot and dangerous beneath its power.
I walked towards Mike and put my hands on his chest, trailing my fingertips down his rippling torso. The whole time, our eyes were locked onto each other, whilst my fingers finally reached their destination. I wrapped my hand delicately around his shaft and lightly stroked from base to tip, his wetness dropping into my palm. Never losing eye contact, I leant forward and brushed my lips against his, tracing them with my tongue and groaning quietly into his open mouth. His hands slowly reached to the buttons on the front of my dress undoing one, then two… just enough to expose my cleavage and the delicate satin encapsulating my now aching breasts. I continued to stroke his shaft, using his own wetness to glide smoothly up and down its length, increasing the pressure and rhythm, One of his hands on my breast, rubbing my nipple firmly through the fabric, the other riding up my thigh to grasp my cheek and tug at it sharply. The whole time, we are kissing wildly, our tongues wrapping themselves around each other like mating snakes, our desire becoming more and more audible, moaning without self consciousness, melting into each others heat.
Mike’ s cock was so hot and hard now, it was thrusting into my crotch. I pulled the skin on his balls, stretching it down and back toward his ass, making his dick thrust forward even more. He groped at my top like a maniac, using both hands to wrench open the rest of my dress, making the buttons pop off explosively. He pulled the satin chemise down off my shoulders roughly, causing my tits to fall into his hands in a bouncing heap.
“They’re incredible!” he gushed appreciatively, lowering his face into my cleavage & disappearing into the void momentarily, sucking in the aroma of my sex. I grabbed his ass with both my hands, rolling my palms in circles over his taut cheeks. His knees bent, his cock was now moving urgently, jabbing under my dress and sliding along my smooth, slippery pussy lips. This elicited an excited shout from Mike as he suddenly realised I had no panties on!
Mike’ s mouth lurched at my tits again, taking one into his mouth deeply, my stiff hot nipple hitting the back of his throat.
His fingers twisted hard on my other nipple, making me yelp with surprise and delight. I opened my legs to make way for Mike’s burning cock, sliding firmly between my pussy lips and over my swollen clit. The combined effect of the nipple twisting and the assault on my already volatile rosebud was electrifying, making me pant loudly into Mike’s ear, licking and biting his lobe furiously. I could not wait any longer. I simply HAD to taste his sex.
I drop to my knees, his hands firmly pushing down on my head. He wanted me to do it so bad, he practically fucked my mouth as soon as I opened it. Mike’s fat, pulsing cock filled the cavern to capacity. He was getting rowdy now, calling out obscenities and writhing with pleasure, but time was still on our side. So I drew his length out a little and expressed my desire for his dick by sucking the head, my tongue flitting in and out of his slit, which responded with delicious milky juice. Mike’s hands were wrapped in my hair, pulling it off my face so he could watch my affection. I looked up to his eyes and grinned, pre-cum gleaning on my lips “Are you ready to give me some cream for my cookies baby?” I teased.
“Ready or not, here I cum!” he laughed back.
“Then fuck my mouth like you want to fuck my pussy Mike… we’ll get to that later!” I proclaim. “Now, get on your knees” he quickly complied.
Still on mine, I spread my legs open wide and leant forward, my ass in the air, aware that the mirror on the wall behind me was giving Mike a perfect view up my dress to my very wet, open pussy. I filled my mouth with warm saliva and descended upon his cock like a mad woman, opening the back of my throat to receive his full length. But he was so fucking huge that his cock was banging the back of my throat making me grunt with the effort. He tried to pull out a bit, worried that I couldn’t take it, but I held on to his ass cheeks firmly and rammed his pelvis into my face over and over again, showing him how much I loved it by nodding my head and giving a few words of encouragement in between thrusts. So unbelievably horny by now, Mike started pumping my mouth violently, his dick getting hotter and hotter inside of me. Unable to resist the site of my peachy ass in the air, he reached over my back and grabbed my cheeks, pulling them apart and inserting a few fingers into my pussy and twirling them in circles inside of me.
“Ohhhhhhhh!!!” the sound escaped me, through mouthfuls of cock. I used my fingers on one hand to brush his asshole whilst the others were busy tugging at his balls, and SUCKED on his dick as hard as I could, slowly and wantonly drawing out his juice. I felt his balls tighten under my hand, tensing like a spring about to unload.
My legs were collapsing, opening my pussy wider and wider, so dripping wet that Mike easily slid his whole hand in there, the overwhelming sensation making me growl and lurch forward into his crotch. I had to concentrate not to bite his dick off, even as his hand was giving me such exquisite pleasure and I could feel my juices running out over his wrist and down his arm. He slid it slowly back out, and massaged my pussy cream all over my clit, my ass cheeks and the top of my thighs. The site he now saw in the mirror, my hole open so incredibly wide and invitingly, caused Mike to shudder and groan so deeply and loudly that he lost control and fell out of my mouth.
“Oh Ruby!.. Ruby, I’m going to exPLODE!!” he shouted. My eyes danced with excitement, but I didn’t miss a beat. I grabbed his magnificent throbbing cock with both hands and guided the head back into my mouth. Mikes hands were on my face, tenderly now, holding the cup which he wantonly spilt his copious seed into. I drank it greedily, sucking gently and licking up the after flow from my red, red lips… We heard the front door open.
“Ruby, I’m home!!”
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PART 4
There’s something to be said about having your cake and eating it too. But in my case, on the day of washing and it’s inevitable procrastination, the cakes were cookies, and I was feeling particularly greedy. I had just spent a good 40 minutes giving mike the electrician the best cock sucking of his life, and we had unfortunately run out of time for him to return the favour. As only seconds after mike had finally blown his delicious load into my mouth, we heard the front door open, heralding the arrival of my husband home early from work. Too spent from our lustful exertions, Mike appeared to be frozen on his knees, glancing dreamily around the room for his clothes, whilst I immediately jumped to my feet and pulled my dress back on hastily – fumbling stupidly to do up buttons that no longer existed. Oh shit!
“Ruby?” my husbands voice again, now from the kitchen. I collected myself as best as i could, then slipped into the ensuite bathroom, whispering fervently over my shoulder to mike to “Get dressed – QUICK!”, which seemed to finally convey to him the urgency to act.
I stripped off in the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower, jumping under the not yet warmed water, shocking a bit of sense into me. A knock on the door… “Rubes?!”
“Yeh, I’m in the shower!” I called cheerfully to my husband Paul, my voice shaking nervously.
“Ok…” then silence.
I washed myself thoroughly and cleaned my teeth and even washed my hair. I was procrastinating again. What on earth was going on out there?! I guess I didn’t really want to know! I was kind of hoping that Mike would manage to dress and slip out unnoticed, and I could continue my day by making some cookies for Paul and maybe dealing with a few more load. Was I inSANE?! Firstly, Paul would have SEEN Mike’s car out front and secondly, Mike could not leave the house without walking THROUGH it – and most certainly running into Paul. And thirdly, what would Paul make of me having a shower, whilst the electrician is working in the bedroom next door? And fourthly…. oh DAMN. There was just no avoiding this.
I wrapped a towel around me and cautiously poked my head out of the ensuite and into the bedroom – empty! I crept into the room – still musky and humid from the events of only 15 minutes ago – and pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt wondering what on earth to do next. Then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of two male voices, not shouting (as I somehow expected) but casual and even sharing a laugh! What the hell??!!… I followed the sound to the open kitchen / lounge areas and stood behind the kitchen island like a statue, transfixed by the site of Paul and Mike, sitting together like long lost buddies, drinking beer and having a jolly good chin wag. I felt my shoulders sag and relax. Thank God! I assumed that somehow, Paul hadn’t clued on to what had transpired. Mike had managed to sweet talk his way out of a sticky situation with his natural wit and charm. So, trying to be as casual as possible, I walked over to the couch to greet Paul properly.
Catching Mike’s eye, I winked surreptitiously, and was surprised to see him blush and glance away. Paul turned at the sound of my footsteps and gave me a strange smile that I couldn’t fathom the meaning of.
“So, you’ve met Mike then?” I blurted out a little too abruptly.
“Yes Ruby, we were just getting… acquainted” The same strange half-smile played on his lips and his lazy eyes were boring through me. But this time, I recognised the look. It was the same look Paul gave me when I was flirting with him and he became aroused. But why would he be doing that now? So overtly and persistently – in front of a stranger?!
“Come ‘ere Rubes” Paul almost growled, opening his arms up and patting his lap, inviting me to come and sit on it. I moved carefully and slowly toward Paul, feeling like a mouse walking into a trap, but not knowing why… Did he know? Was he angry and going to do or say something they would all regret?
As I sat on Paul’s lap, and sunk into his embrace, I glanced at Mike who sat sculling his beer with large gulps, yet watching Paul and I intently, transfixed by the turn of events, no doubt. Paul started to nuzzle my ear and neck, something he knows really arouses me. His hands were wandering too, groping at me through my clothes. What did he think he was doing? Was he drunk already? Paul was never shy of showing affection to me publicly, but this was different, altogether different. The bulge in his jeans, now pushing into my leg, was testament to that fact! I searched his face and then whispered into his ear “Not in front of Mike, baby” and to my surprise, Paul grinned like a cheshire cat and loudly stated “Hey, Mike doesn’t mind – I’m sure it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before Rubes honey…” his voice trailed off , making me gasp and turn to see Mike’s reaction. But Mike was sitting there grinning from ear to ear also!
“Ruby” Paul’s voice cut through my confusion “You didn’t make me any cookies today, did you sweetie? … I think you may have been a bit ‘pre-occupied’… did something else come up … babe?” He continued to rub his hand up and down my leg suggestively, teasing me with his knowing smile and excited eyes. Paul and Mike both laughed at the look on my face. BUSTED. But why was it so funny to them? Then something happened that made me understand. Paul swiveled me around on his lap so that I was facing him, and put both hands on my thighs, his hands gliding over them rhythmically, and he stared into my eyes. But his look changed from mirth to intensity. He whispered to me;
“Let us look after you Ruby” and as he said it, Mike got up and stood behind me, his crotch leaning gently on the back of my head. All of a sudden the penny dropped. Yes! Paul knew exactly what had happened whilst he was out. Yes! Mike and Paul had even talked about it and come to some consensus and No! Paul was not angry. In fact, he was totally turned on! So much so, that the bulge in his pants was now totally visible and straining to get out. Behind me, Mike’s cock was hard again also, and begging for more attention. My fears evaporated and a rush of adrenaline coursed through my body. How lucky could a girl be?! Two perfect specimens of masculinity, hard, here & wanting to help relieve all that sexual tension that had been driving me crazy ALL day. The washing could wait.
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PART 5
You’d have to agree that cookies are bloody fantastic. So many different shapes, flavours and textures and full of sweet, sweet sugar ;o) . Now if you found the one perfect, best tasting, mouthmelting, senfukensational, ultimate cookie in the world, it would be fair to assume that your appetite would be satiated and you would be happy dipping that one ultimate cookie in your coffee forever, to the exclusion of all others, right? Not so, my friend. Variety is the spice of life, and I – Ruby Wright – like my cookies SPICY, please.
So here I am with Paul (my ultimate white choc chip macadamia cookie) and Mike (my tasty little butterscotch melt – on the side if you please)… and they are both at my mercy – if i chose it to be so. And I do. So, its time for Ruby to take charge and get what she needs. I turn my eyes downwards in mock contriteness and concern and say;
“Paul… I have been such a norty, norty girl today. I sucked Mike’s cock like it would save my life, and then drank his cum greedily. I loved every second of it Paul. It made me want to fuck him so bad. I think I need to be punished for having such lustful thoughts about another man.” Paul caught on readily, remembering the conversations we had had about my fantasy of being disciplined or dominating someone. In fact, little did I know, but Paul had secretly gone to a special shop and purchased some ‘tools’ for us to play with, for this very purpose. Mike, on the other hand, was not aware of this, and I was al little worried at what his reaction might be to our role palying. But I figured, what the hell! If it freaks him out, he can always go home. And if he DOES dig it, then we could have many more enjoyable escapades ahead of us.
I could not see Mike’s face, but his hardness remained firm against the back of my head as I looked to Paul. “Do you think I need to be spanked Paul?” “You most certainly do Ruby. Now get up and take your pants off this instant!” Paul was authoritive and not smiling, but I knew I could trust him to know what I needed, and to make sure I got it. As I took off my shorts and stood wating for my instructions, to my suprise, Paul turned to Mike and said “You too! Off with those pants Mike. You need to be punished for being obsessed with wanting to touch my Ruby” After a tense moment of staring each other out, to my even greater suprise, Mike capitulated and, eyes downcast, began to remove his khaki shorts (for the second time in less than an hour). Mike’s cock bounced out of his shorts and stood to attention. Paul smiled appreciatley at it. Mike was certainly big and longer than Paul by a few inches. But Paul’s cock was a monster, so wide that I struggled to fit it in my mouth at times (oh but I did love trying!). Anyway, COOKIES.
Paul instructed us to wait whilst he went to the bedroom momentarily and came back with a medium size paper bag – from the ‘special’ shopping trip, I suspected. He handed Mike a black velvet box the size of his palm which Mike opened curiously. Inside were two peg like vices with thin chains draped from one to the other. Mike seemed to recognise the items and came to attach the nipple clamps with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. The fact that not only was Mike staying, but that he was participating with relish, made me want to suck his cock again. But it would have to be later, for I was pulled – literally! – from these thoughts by Paul, tugging at the chains and making me jerk forward and cry out in shock. The sensation was quite overwhelming, every minute tug seemingly connected to my rosebud and eliciting a quiver from between my thighs at every jolt. Paul manouvored me with the chains and pulled me down so that I was bending completely over the end of the leather couch.
“Mike! As servitude for the dirty little lust session you and my wife just had, I sentence Ruby to 50 lashes from your cock, onto her ass. For each stroke, I will pull on theses chains, so she will feel equally the pleasure and pain of her betrayal” Mike stood still, either not understanding or not believing Paul’s bizarre instructions. So Paul commandeered him by putting his hand on Mike’s cock and slapping it (gently at first) against my ass cheeks – and tugging on the nipple clamps as he did so, making me wince.
I turned my head around, desperate to watch, but Paul sharply yanked on the chains again. “Ruby, you will not watch. You will look at the floor and feel every slap and tug that you are delievered” he commanded. Paul sat on a chair in front of me, my head between his legs. he moved my hands to rest on his thighs and held the chain firmly in his hand, nodding for Mike to begin. Mike started banging his erect dick on my ass, working his way up and down the cheeks, as Paul dutifully pulled the chains and counted each whack aloud. At 20 strokes, I was beginning to feel the sting on my cheeks and the weight of the nipple chains.
“Harder Mike!!” Paul raised his voice as Mike responded with a few grunts and a whole lot more force. The slapping was echoeing around the room now… BAP, BAP, BAP … as we hit 30, Mike’s cock got even harder and hotter and my nipples were being stretched downward toward the ground with alarming gravity. It was unusual and yet terribly exciting pleasure. The sting on my cheeks was turning into a delicious throb and Mike started yelling “”ahhhh… ahhhhh!” louder and louder with every slap of his red rigid cock.
Sitting in front of me, my head in his crotch, Paul undid his jeans and dropped them, his dick springing our and hitting me in the face forcefully. The aroma of his sex was driving me CRAZY and I went to grab it with my hands, ready to shove it into my mouth, but Paul pushed my hands back and said in my ear “No Ruby, you may not have me until I have finished punishing you” I was frustrated beyond belief! I had never in my life wanted something so despereatly and been denied. Mike was up to 45… BAP, BAP, BAP… and I could feel some of his juice running down my crack, mixing with my own wet excitement. As Paul continued to pull achingly on my chains, every tug sending ripples of mirth to my tingling clit, he held the base of his shaft and slapped my face gently but firmly with his immaculate cock. I kept trying to open my mouth and catch it as it passed, my teeth grazing the top on numerous occsassions; but Paul held my chin to close my mouth, a cruel punishment indeed! His juices were oozing out of his swollen slit, which he relished rubbing around my cheeks, my chin, my nose – the smell, the delicious fortaste, driving me WILD with desire.
The last 5 lashes were inconceivably tortuous as Mike thudded his massive rod onto my open pussy hole, making me yell out;
“PLEEEEESE, SOMEBODY FUCK MEEEE!!!!” I was overcome with the outrageous throbbing emanating from deep inside me, my juices streaming down the inside of my thighs, Mike’s cock finally resting in between my ass cheeks and Paul’s cock, laid across my now closed mouth.
“Now Ruby” Paul intoned. “You are going to suck my cock longer and harder than you ever have in your LIFE”
“Mmmmmmm…..” I gushed, my tongue darting out to lick the wetness from his hole. “Yes Paul.” LICK! ” Anything you say Paul” my teeth nibbling on his head.
“And this time Ruby, you are going to take it ALL, right the way down until your mouth is stuffed FULL”. My mouth filled with liquid in anticipation and I held my breath, opening my lips wide and allowing Paul’s cock to bump into the back of my throat, gagging me and making me grunt. Mike was swirling the head of his dick around and around my pussy hole, all slippery and hot, desperate to get in. But Paul would not allow it.
“No Mike. You may not fuck Ruby’s pussy. That belongs to ME.” A ripple of fear wavered in my chest as I continured to follow Paul’s orders. What did he expect Mike to do then?… it didnt take long for Paul to give the answer.
“You will put your cock in her asshole”. My mind was reeling. I had only ever mucked around with Paul and rimming, not been fucked up the ass! Being an anal virgin was not the problem, I was open to the idea and believed i would enjoy it. It was the SIZE of Mike’s cock that terrified me! I looked up at Paul, gulping and panting “Paul?…” I murmered, a question mark in my eyes. Mike hesitated, his dick pushing gently at my asshole, which Ii held closed. Unsure… Paul held my face gently in my hands and lowered his mouth to my ear. “I love you Ruby – you dont have to do anything you dont want baby” he whispered. The fervency in his voice, the deepness in his gaze as he pulled his face back in front of mine, realeased a flood of emotion inside of me. I felt safe, comfortable… what better way to experience something new, than in this place, with my lover? “It’s ok” I smiled ” I DO want this”.
Still bent over, my legs together, I glanced over my shoulder at Mke, who’s face had broken into a relieved smile at my words. “Do what Paul tells you to do” I encouraged, smirking and opening my legs, presenting my ass to him. Paul reached into his bag of treats and pulled out some oil, handing it to Mike with a wink. I turned my attention back to Paul’s cock, taking the shaft in my hands and stretching it downward to make it stand up dead straight. I slid my lips all the way down to my fingers and up again, over and over again, my tongue licking up its length with each storke. Paul removed the nipple clamps and began to massage some oil into my aching tits, rolling his palms gently over my red blazing hot nipples. Mike’s hands were on my ass, smearing oil all over my cheeks and my hole, rimming me as I gently pushed to open myself up for him. His entry was cautious, probing the head of his cock in about 2cm. The sensation was strange and yet wonderful, a deep buzzing in my pussy making me moan quietly onto Paul’s cock. Mike slipped the end of his dick in and out like this for a few thrusts and I could feel his body shaking a little.
“Oh Ruby, uits so tight and luvly in there!” he mumbled. He was gripping my hips now and drawing me onto himwself, a little deeper each time. The animalistic moans escaping my mouth were making Paul even hornier. He reached over and ran his fingernails down my back, his scratching making me arch my back and nibble on his cock furiously. I retrieved some oil from my tits with my fingers and tucked it in between Paul’s legs, sliding up to that place under his balls that he loved to be touched. My oily fingers tapped his asshole firmly, causing him to spread his legs and buck at my face.
Mike’s cock was pushing in deeper now, as I concentrated on trying to relax, somewhat unsuccessfully. The fullness of my ass was a glorious yet incredibly overwhelming feeling, making me grunt and growl, my stomach muscles contracting involuntarily and squeezing him HARD.
“Let me help you relax Ruby” Mike offered, as he put his hands low on my ass cheeks and spread my lips (his cock still embedded in my ass), He slipped both thumbs into my pussy and twirled them around, eliciting a loud “Yes!!” from my mouth. At the same time, Paul reached under my tits and his fingers found my nub, hugely swollen and pulsing with expectation. My mouth still on Paul’s cock, I was totally encapsulated in the moment, every orifice of my body being filled and stimulated beyond belief. Mike was able to pump my ass freely now, my total abandonement to the building pressure having opened the pathway to extreme pleasure. We were all getting pretty noisy now. A fucking frenzy of maximum carnality. Paul grasped my head and drawled incantations into my ear;
“You need to be thoroghly fucked Ruby my dear… and when he’s finished with your ass, I’m going to claim your pussy too. It’s MINE”
His growling, his hot breathing through my hair, was driving me to rock and shake as Mike tensed up and stopped.
“Aaarrrrrrrrr!” he yelled and withdrew quickly, making me gasp loudly. His sopping wet cock landed with a thud between my ass cheeks and slid up to expel his load on my back. I turned my head to watch his cum dumping all over my skin and grinned as he leant on my back and kissed my ass
“Beautiful… just beautiful” he mumbled incoherantly.
By this stage, Paul was ravenous. He moved abruptly to the couch and sat down, dragging me on top of him, his face buried into my cleavage.
“Ride me my Ruby!” he exclaimed “I can NOT wait another second” I joyfully mounted my lover’s cock, just as desperate as he was to satiate my desire. With no thought to Mike, in total obliviion to our imminent climax, I pumped on Paul’s fabulous fat cock, one arm draped around his neck and the other reaching behind my ass to his balls, stroking them consistently and firmly. Paul pushed his face into my hair, licking my ear and biting the lobe, one hand groping my tits and the other moving down to my mound. His fingers slid into my inners lips and found my engorged clit, rolling the wetness over and over it and pumping my pussy with his cock. A tidal wave of rapturous sensation erupted from my entire body, my pussy clamping on his dick and pulsing with a mindblowing orgasm – finally!! relief… the spasms of my pussy sucked at Paul’s quivering cock causing him to explode deep inside of me, both of us screaming out in ecstasy. We collapsed into each other, the throbbing of our entwined sex creating waves of pleasure we wanted to savour. After a few moments of silence, bar the ragged panting of Paul and I, Mike’s voice broke in from behind me.
“Im jealous!” he joked. Paul groaned and laughed as well. Still attached to Paul, I leant my head and chest backwards playfully, stretching out to grin at Mike – upside down as it were! – and the frivolity of the scene made us all burst out laughing again.
“I’m hungry” Paul stated loudly.
“WHAT?” Mike’s voice dripped with sarcasm “You’re STILL not satisfied Paul?!”
“No!…” Paul answered “I mean, I really AM actually hungry. I want some of Ruby’s cookies”
“Mmmmm” agreed Mike “I could do with a nice fresh batch of home cooking myself”
I gazed at these two incredible, still naked men, sitting before me… and smirked my face off.
“WELL guys… ” I drawled “Unfortunatley I don’t have time to bake cookies today. You see, I really do need to do some washing!!”
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