The Getaway: Kristen Bell Returns [Part Two]

[DarkSwordsman]

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Part One

Starring: Kristen Bell, Mila Kunis and Jameela Jamil

January, 2024

OK, so where to start with Kristen Bell?  She’s been a regular of mine for about a year now and I think it would be fair to say that we’ve experimented a lot over the past twelve months.  A natural submissive with a very open mind, Kristen has always been eager to try new things and further explore her subservient fantasies. 

A kink she particularly enjoys is cuckolding her husband.  I’m not sure what their dynamic is at home and he hasn’t been involved in any of our sessions (either remotely or in person), but his name pops up a lot in our various roleplays with plenty of reference to his supposed bedroom deficiencies.  ‘Fuck, you’re so much bigger than my husband’.  ‘My husband hasn’t made me cum like that in years’.  So on and so forth.

Honestly, I haven’t even met the guy yet and I feel like he plays as big a role in his wife and my sessions as Kristen and I do.  So it didn’t exactly come as a surprise when Kristen called me up one day, expressing an interest in expanding on her cuckold fantasies and taking them to the next level. 

Now, anyone who’s read my story with Alexandra Daddario will know that I have experience in this area, and despite my initial reluctance, it turned out to be something that I quite enjoyed.  I mean, I’d probably enjoy fucking Alexandra Daddario if my family had just been slaughtered but that’s beside the point. 

I wasn’t sure if I was ready for him to be physically present yet, but if Kristen wished to engage in another video call situation then I was more than happy to do that.  And as it turned out, I needn’t have worried ‘cause Kristen didn’t want her husband to be present.  In fact, she didn’t want him involved at all.  Needless to say, I was a little confused and in need of some clarification. 

“I don’t want you to cuck my husband,” Kristen explained.  “I want you to cuck me.”

“Erm…OK,” I replied, still confused.  “And how do you want me to do that exactly?”

Kristen laughed.  “Well, how do you think, silly?  You tie me up, like you always do, but instead of me, you fuck one of my friends.”

“In front of you?”

“Well, of course in front of me,” Kristen replied.  I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.  I’ll admit I was a little slow on the uptake but this whole dynamic was entirely new to me.

“So you’re not involved in any…physical capacity?”

“Well, maybe,” Kristen said.  “I’ll see how I feel on the day.”

“Right, so this friend of yours…”

“Mila Kunis or Jameela Jamil,” Kristen interrupted, answering the question before I’d asked it.  Clearly she’d been thinking about this for a while.

She gave me her two friends’ contact info, telling me to pick one and get in touch.  Once I’d made the initial contact and gauged the ladies’ interest, I’d reconvene with Kristen and we’d iron out the details.  So that was the easy bit out of the way, now came the tough part: picking one of her friends.  I’ve long been a fan of both so choosing just one was not gonna be easy.  But after several hours of hemming and hawing, I finally landed on the perfect solution: I’d get in touch with both of them.  I mean, why pick one when you can have the set?

I messaged them both individually, introducing myself and explaining the situation without going into specifics.  Turns out the introductions weren’t necessary as both of them knew I was; clearly Kristen had been talking about me.  Once both women had shown some interest, I explained the situation in greater detail and arranged a video call so the three of us could meet and hash it all out. 

The call was set up for the following day.  After the usual meet and greet (the girls had actually met before but only a couple of times), we each took turns to take the floor and explain our relationships with Kristen.  Mila went first.  Turns out she’d known Kristen the longest, having met her way back in the Forgetting Sarah Marshall days.  The two had hit it off on set and their relationship strengthened during the making of the Bad Moms movies, with the pair becoming very good friends.  Jameela was a more recent friend, having first met Kristen on the set of The Good Place.  Both were aware of her submissive tendencies, having been involved with her in sexual roleplays, both on their own and with another guy.  When it came to my turn, there wasn’t really a lot to tell, ‘cause again, Kristen had told them most of it already. 

So all that was left was to plan things out.  We made a rough layout of our plans for the day and what Kristen's role in it would be.  That bit was pretty easy; the difficult part was setting a date.  I gave them the dates that Kristen had booked and the girls picked one that suited the pair of them.  Problem was, the date they picked out was in three months time.  At first I was disappointed, ‘cause truth be told, I wasn’t sure I could wait that long.  And I wasn’t sure that Kristen could wait that long either.  But then it got me thinking, the longer Kristen had to wait, the more surprised she’d be.  And so I’d have to be patient.

Luckily for me, I had lots of guests to pass the time with, including Kristen herself.  She came by five times in that three month spell and the first few times she did so expectantly, looking around the living room each time she arrived for signs of one of her friends.  But by the fourth time that had stopped and it almost seemed like she’d forgotten about it.  So in spite of the painfully long wait, it was all coming together nicely. 

Then as the date drew nearer, the plot thickened considerably.  Kristen texted me a few days prior.  I won’t relay the whole conversation but the pertinent part was thus:

Kristen: I shot a scene in a sex store today.

Me: Oh yeah?

Kristen: Mmhmm.  Seriously I was SURROUNDED by bondage gear. 

Me: Not for the first time [wink emoji].  Did it give you any ideas?

Kristen: Did it?!  I couldn’t STOP thinking of new ideas.  I kept forgetting my lines cos everytime I saw something new I kept imagining you using it on me.

Me: How unprofessional.

Kristen:  Right?  And I never forget lines normally so I was starting to worry that the crew would catch on. 

Kristen: Anyway I have a list of things I’d like you to get.

She did, and it was a long one.  Some of the things I already had, some of them were a huge surprise and some of them I’d never heard of.  But after hours of Googling and online shopping, I amassed all the items that Kristen requested.  I wasn’t sure if it would affect my plans in any way, but since Kristen had booked a three night stay, there’d be plenty of time to use them. 

Kristen arrived the following Friday, wearing a sleeveless black top and a tight pair of jeans that hugged her ass very nicely. 





She greeted me with a hug and a kiss, and once she’d freshened up from the road, we started things off like we always did.  I took her to a room upstairs, one I knew that sound wouldn’t travel to when her friends arrived, which was set to happen in an hour’s time.  I’d taken her up there every time since she’d come up with the idea, so it wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

Once we were there I stripped her naked, put a blindfold over her eyes and a ball gag in her mouth.  I tied her to the bed, ate her pussy to the brink of climax then stopped just before she came, getting up off the bed and leaving her to stew in her juices.  Orgasm denial has always been one of Kristen’s kinks, but this time around, she might get a little more than she bargained for.

The girls were arriving as I went downstairs and I opened the front door to let them both in.  Both were dressed casually, Mila in a white shirt and jean shorts and Jameela in a blue summer dress and a pair of white boots. 





We said our hellos, I offered them a drink and we took to the couch for a catchup chat, going over the plan once more before we put it into action.

Once the girls were settled in, I showed them to their rooms so they could drop off their things and take a shower.  While the girls were getting ready, I went back upstairs to check in on Kristen and get her ready for the second phase.  I took her up a glass of water, untied her from the bed and removed her gag and blindfold.  Kristen took a few sips of her drink and I asked her if she needed the bathroom, warning her that it might be her last chance for a while but giving no indication as to why that was. 

Kristen went into the en suite bathroom and when she came back out again, the gag and blindfold went straight back on.  I put her on her knees on the floor, cuffed her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together.  Once she was in position, I went downstairs to fetch my laptop.  I returned to her room and powered it up, logging into Zoom and hooking it up to the big TV. 

I removed Kristen’s blindfold and she found herself staring at my as yet windowless Zoom account, blown up on the huge TV.  It took a few moments for the penny to drop, but once it did an excited smile crept across her face.  I leaned down to kiss her forehead then strolled across the room, stopping in the doorway as I turned to face her.

“Enjoy the show,” I said with a grin, then closed the door behind me.

I went downstairs and back to my room, fishing my phone out of my pocket and opening up Zoom.  I set up a convo with my dummy account (it’s not my first time doing something like this, so I have multiple accounts for my various devices), put the phone on a tripod and connected it to the TV.  An image of Kristen filled the screen, handcuffed and gagged as she took in the scene now stretched across hers.  At the moment it was just me, alone in my bedroom.  Then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I said.

The door swung open, and Kristen’s friends came sauntering in, hand in hand and both kitted out in designer stilettos and sexy lingerie.  Mila wore a strapless black bra and panties, with a dark set of thigh-high stockings, while Jameela had gone for a lacy white set with sheer white stockings, held up by a matching suspender belt. 

“Mmm,” said Kristen as she saw them enter.  It was the only sound she was capable of making but it sounded like she approved.

Her girlfriends smirked when they saw her kneeling there.

“Ready, Krissy?” Mila asked her.

Kristen responded by nodding her head.

“Good,” said Mila, reaching out towards me as I approached both girls.

She placed a hand at the back of my head and was about to pull me in for a kiss when Jameela suddenly stopped her.

“Wait.  Maybe we should start with just us,” she suggested as she looked at Mila.  “To tease our little friend a bit more.”

“Good idea,” Mila replied, then moved her hand to Jameela’s head and pulled her in instead.

Their lips pressed together and I went to fetch my phone from the tripod as they broke into a fiery kiss.  By the time I got back, the ladies had their hands on each other, Jameela’s squeezing at Mila’s ass while Mila grabbed onto Jameela’s big tits.  I moved the camera in nice and close, and took a pan of their bodies.  Starting at their faces as they passionately kissed, I moved it down to Jameela’s chest, her tits under siege by Mila’s hands, grabbing and squeezing and jiggling them lightly.  Panning down past their flat, toned stomachs, I moved the camera to Mila’s ass as Jameela’s fingers dug into it deeply, gripping onto both her cheeks.

Their lips came apart and the girls clasped hands, grinning at the camera as they crossed the room.  Of course I followed closely behind, pointing the camera at their asses as they wrapped their arms around each other, reaching down for a grope and squeeze as they moved towards the bed. 

“Madame,” said Mila as she took Jameela’s hand and helped her onto the bed.

“Merci,” said Jameela, kicking off her shoes and climbing on, laying on her back across the mattress.

Mila climbed up after her, kneeling between Jameela’s legs as she laid her body on top of her, leaning in for another long kiss.  Jameela’s hands went down to her ass and I followed them with the camera as she slid them up to Mila’s back, wrapping them around her shoulders.  Their lips came apart and their tongues took over, wriggling and writhing as I moved the camera as close as I could, capturing every moment. 

Jameela turned as they broke from the kiss, facing the camera as Mila kissed her cheek.  “You like watching us snog, Kristen?”  That’s ‘make out’ in British, by the way.

Kristen nodded.

“Looks like your friend here likes it too,” Jameela declared.

I pointed the camera down as Jameela reached out, grabbing at the bulge in my pants.

“Uhh,” Kristen moaned, sounding excited at the hint of my cock but disappointed that she couldn’t get at it herself.

I pointed the camera at Mila as she started to kiss down Jameela’s neck, past her collarbone and down to her chest.  She left a few kisses in Jameela’s cleavage as she slid her arms underneath her back, feeling around in search of her bra strap.  Jameela raised her back up to help, using her elbows to prop herself up as Mila unhooked her lacy bra and lifted it off of her chest. 

Jameela laid back on the mattress, lifting her arms up so Mila could remove her bra.  Her heavy tits came into view as Mila dropped her bra to the floor, taking a breast in each of her hands and pushing them both together.  I moved the camera in closer, practically shoving it into Mila’s face as she dipped her head down, burying it in Jameela’s cleavage.

“Mmm, yes!” she exclaimed as she pulled her head up, vigorously groping those beautiful tits and jiggling them in the palms of her hands.  “Oh my God, Krissy, your friend’s got such big tits.”

“Mmm!” Kristen moaned, looking incredibly jealous as Mila poked her tongue out and licked across Jameela’s nipple.

Moving to the other, she licked that one as well then wrapped her lips around it, suckling upon it like a babe in arms.  Cupping and squeezing Jameela’s large tits, she switched back and forth from one to the other, sucking them both in turn.  She did that several times then returned her face to Jameela’s cleavage, groping and jiggling those lovely big titties as she slapped them against her cheeks.

“Fuuuck, I could play with these all day,” Mila declared as she prised herself free from Jameela’s rack.

“Feel free,” Jameela replied as Mila moved her head down lower, continuing to grope her tits as she placed a kiss just below her sternum.

Mila giggled, finally letting go of Jameela’s tits as she started to shift towards the foot of the bed, kissing her tummy in several places.  She moved right down in between her legs, wrapping her arms around them as she kissed the inside of Jameela’s thighs.  She left a kiss on the crotch of her panties as she hooked her fingers underneath the waistband and began to pull them down. 

I moved the camera in nice and close, capturing the moment that Jameela’s pussy came into view, the lips of which were already wet as Mila pulled her panties down her mile-long legs and peeled them off her entirely.  She dropped her panties down onto the floor and licked along the inside of her leg, skipping straight past Jameela’s pussy and kissing back down the opposing thigh.

“Ohhh, fuck, Kristen,” Jameela whined, looking at the camera as I panned back up to her face.  “Your girlfriend’s a tease, huh?”

I pointed the camera back down at her crotch as Mila licked to the top of her thigh then moved her tongue to Jameela’s pussy.  She started by licking up and down her slit, cleaning up the moisture as she dragged her tongue across it.  She moved her tongue to Jameela’s clit then wrapped her lips around it.  I kept the camera pointed at her face as she started to lap at Jameela’s clit.  Her lips were smothering it almost entirely, so I couldn’t really see what she was doing, but the sight of her head between another woman’s legs made for quite the alluring image.  It reminded me of that scene in Black Swan where she eats out Natalie Portman; a scenario that, now that I’ve met them both, I’m very keen to recreate.

I panned the camera up Jameela’s body, moving past her flat, toned stomach and up to her tits which were cupped in the palms of her hands, thumbs rubbing at her stiff brown nipples.  I moved the camera right up to her face, eyes closed and lips apart as moans spilled out from between them.  Her eyes came open and a little grin stretched across her face when she saw where I was pointing the camera, giving me somewhere else to point it as she moved a hand from one of her tits and placed it in my crotch.  I aimed the camera down POV-style as Jameela started rubbing my cock, hearing a little moan from Kristen when she saw how much it had grown.  Watching a hot woman going down on another tends to have that effect.

“I think she wants to see it,” Jameela said, her grin growing wider as she lowered my fly and reached her hand inside it.  “Shall we show her?”

I said nothing, simply reaching down as I held the camera and tried to remove my belt.  It wasn’t easy with a single hand so Jameela helped me out, unbuckling it quickly, then opening my pants and starting to pull them down.  She left them bunched around the tops of my thighs as she grabbed my boxers and pulled them down as well, freeing my cock entirely.  Kristen uttered a louder moan as my dick flopped out and into the shot, already rock hard as Jameela grabbed it and began to stroke the shaft. 

Turning her head to the side, she rolled her tongue out from between her lips and dragged it across the tip, lapping up the precum that was already pooling there.  I tipped my head back, moaning from behind the camera as those big, full lips wrapped around my helmet and started to move down the length of my shaft.  The position she was in was a little bit awkward so she couldn’t quite take me all the way down, but she made a valiant effort, sucking down half on the very first pass.

I pointed the camera back down at Mila who was watching intently from between Jameela’s thighs.  She peeled her lips from Jameela’s pussy, both of them shining with the fruits of her labour as she ran her tongue around them slowly, cleaning the mess that Jameela had left there. 

“Mmm, Krissy,” she smirked at the camera.  “Your friend tastes good.”

She returned her tongue to Jameela’s pussy, this time keeping her lips apart so we could see what she was doing.  She started to tongue at Jameela’s clit, lapping at it sharply with quick, hard flicks of her tongue.  Jameela started moaning louder as she pumped her lips up and down my shaft, going down deeper with every pass.  I moved the camera to and fro, switching back and forth from one thing to another.  One minute it was pointed at my cock as Jameela sucked it down, the next it was pointed in between her legs as Mila lapped at her clit, making her moan as she blew me. 

She kept it going for quite some time, but as Mila’s tongue started licking faster, Jameela began to lose her focus.  She slid her lips back off of my cock and reached up to grab it with one of her hands as she held Mila’s head with the other, gripping it tightly as she licked her into ecstasy.  She jerked my cock a half dozen times then simply gripped it at the base of the shaft, closing her eyes as a chorus of moans fluttered out from between her lips.

“Ohh, yes!  That’s it, love.  Right there!”

Jameela’s moans increased in volume, building to a loud crescendo as she tightened her grip on the base of my shaft, holding it so firmly that it was starting to hurt.  I gripped my cock just below the tip and pried it free from Jameela’s grasp, keeping the camera pointed down at her face as pleasure started coursing through her, her lips wide open in a perfect O as moans poured out from between them.

“Yes!  Yes!  YESSS!!!”

Her hand flew forward, joining the other on Mila’s head and gripping two fistfuls of nut-brown hair as Mila kept tonguing at the nub of her clit, licking her through the throes of climax.  Jameela lifted her head off the pillows, muscles straining all over her body as she let out a final orgasmic cry then collapsed back down to the mattress, looking like her body had turned to jelly.

I pointed the camera back down at her crotch as Mila emerged from between her legs, looking mightily pleased with herself as she licked up the juices from around her lips.  I returned the camera to Jameela’s face, pointing it at her as she lay there panting. 

“How was that?” I asked her.

“Wow,” she said simply, then opened her eyes as she gripped my cock, grinning as she stroked it lightly.  “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“A little.”

Jameela laughed and pointed at Mila.  “You can blame her for that.”

I pointed the camera at Mila who giggled sweetly and bit her lip.  “Maybe I can make it up to you.  What do you think, Kristen?”

Kristen gave a little moan through the camera.

“I think she agrees,” Mila smirked, then beckoned me forward with a solitary finger. 

As Mila turned on her hands and knees, I hurriedly removed the rest of my clothes, moving around to the foot of the bed.  I held the camera up high, providing Kristen with the classic POV shot as I pointed it down at Mila.  Mila looked up and smirked at the camera, curling her fingers around my shaft as she started to jerk it slowly. 

“Mmm, this is such a nice cock, isn’t it, Kristen?” Mila asked her.

Kristen nodded and mumbled a response.  “Mmhmm.”

“I bet you want me to suck it, don’t you?” Mila said, poking her tongue out and dragging it across my helmet. 

“Mmhmm.”

With that, Mila parted her lips, moving her hand to the base of the shaft as she steered my cock in between them.  She closed her lips around halfway down then pulled them slowly back up to the tip, releasing the crown with an exaggerated * POP *.

“Mmm, tastes nice too,” Mila declared, grinning at the camera as she took me back in between her lips.

This time she went down deeper, uncurling her fingers from the base of the shaft and placing both hands on the mattress as she started to bob her head.  I could feel myself throbbing as she worked me over, feeling the warmth washing over my shaft as she bathed me in her drool.  Her lips slid back to the ridge of my crown, showing how wet she’d made my cock, before she steered them back down the length of my shaft, going a little deeper each time she did so.

A couple minutes in, and Mila started moaning, eyes rolling upward as she sucked my cock.  I moved the camera forward, panning slowly across her back and pointed it at her peach-shaped ass as Jameela’s face buried itself snugly in between her plump cheeks.  Jameela grinned as she saw the camera, winking at Kristen as she dragged her tongue across Mila’s pussy and all the way up to her asshole. 

I kept the camera pointed there as Jameela focused on Mila’s asshole, gripping her cheeks and spreading them apart as she pushed her tongue inside it.  Mila’s moans got steadily louder and she started to suck with greater force as Jameela started bobbing her head, fucking her asshole with her outstretched tongue. 

I felt her lips start sinking deeper then pointed the camera back down at my crotch as she wrapped them tightly around the base of my shaft, making my dick disappear.   I could feel her warm breath against my abs as she breathed out through her nose, my cockhead twitching as it cleared her tonsils and pushed its way into Mila’s throat.  All I could really see was the top of her head so I moved the camera down lower, giving Kristen a side on view as Mila held me in between her lips.

Kristen made a little noise through the camera, clearly impressed by what she was seeing.  And so she should have been.  Mila had taken my cock like a champ and didn’t look like giving it up, even as Jameela’s tongue plunged into her anal cavity, puckering her juicy lips as she kissed her ring repeatedly. 

I moved my free hand to the back of her head, gripping it tightly as I drew my hips back.  I pulled my cock right back to the tip, gripping a handful of nut-brown hair as I pushed it back inside her, feeding my cock into Mila’s throat until it could go no further.  A steady string of sloppy, wet noises started to pour into the phone’s small mic as I fucked her mouth with slow, deep thrusts, blocking her moans as Jameela tongued her asshole. 

Sinking my cock into her one last time, I pulled back back out to the ridge of my crown then popped it free from between her lips.  She’d left my member soaking wet, with long, thick drops of spittle trickling down the length of my shaft.  I gripped it just below the tip, angling it upwards as I pushed my nutsack into Mila’s face.  She wrapped her lips around one of my balls, sucking it greedily and soaking it in spittle as I rested my cock against her face. 

I returned the camera to its previous position, pointing it down at Mila’s face as my shaft bisected it perfectly, covering her nose and filling the gap in between her eyes.  My ball slipped out from between her lips as Mila switched to the other, making sure both were dripping with spit.  My cock was throbbing against her face, precum leaking from the open tip and frickling down the length of my shaft.  I could hear Kristen moaning at the sight of it.  She wanted it; but if she couldn’t have it herself, I was sure that Mila would be a very good surrogate.

I made a spin motion with my finger and Mila grinned as she turned around on her hands and knees, sticking her ass out behind her.  I pointed the camera forward as she kissed Jameela, then moved it back down as I gripped my cock and pressed it against her pussy.  I rubbed the head against Mila’s slit so Kristen could see how wet she was, the answer to which was ‘very’.  Her lips were coated with so much moisture that I could hear her wetness as my tip rubbed it against it, feeling her warmth as it radiated out from inside her pussy.

My cockhead twitched, itching to be let inside.  I didn’t make it wait any longer.  I gripped my cock at around mid-shaft and slipped into Mila’s pussy, getting a great shot of her lips spreading open as I pushed the tip inside her.  Kristen moaned again and so did Mila as I uncurled my fingers from around my shaft and latched onto one her hips, gripping it firmly as I fed her the first few inches. 

“Looks good, huh?” I asked into the camera as I pushed my cock about halfway in then drew it back out to the ridge of my crown, showing Kristen how wet it was.

It was already slick with Mila’s saliva, but now the second half was glistening wet with a thick coat of creamy arousal. 

“Mmhmm,” Kristen mumbled, and I grinned to myself as I watched her body awkwardly squirming on my phone display. 

“Feels good too,” Mila moaned out, and I pointed the camera up again as she turned her head, flashing a wink at Kristen.

I kept the camera pointed forward as Jameela changed positions, laying on her back and spreading her legs as she put her brown pussy right in front of Mila’s face.  Jameela reached out and motioned for the camera.  I handed it over and the next angle Kristen saw was Jameela’s POV as Mila poked her tongue out and pressed it against her taint, licking along the slit of her pussy and all the way up to her clit.  My now free hand went to Mila’s hip and I clutched it tightly as I started thrusting.  I started gently, pushing my cock into her with slow but very deep thrusts.

Jameela kept the camera pointed down as Mila’s tongue slid along her tight, wet pussy, licking up and down it several times before finally settling on the nub of her clit.  She started by flicking her tongue against it, doing that a half dozen times before she wrapped her lips around it, smothering it with her mouth.  Now, I couldn’t see what she was doing after that, even later whilst watching it back (yeah, I recorded it), but thankfully for me, Jameela gave a play by play.  I think it was mostly for Kristen’s benefit, but hey, I got a kick out of it too.

“Oh my God, Kristen,” Jameela cooed, flipping the camera around onto her face as a look of satisfaction started spreading across it.  “Fuck, your friend is good at eating pussy.”

She flipped the camera back around to Mila as she reached down with her unoccupied hand, combing her fingers through Mila’s hair. 

“Oh, fuck, her tongue!  It’s swirling right around my clit.”

Kristen gave another agonised noise, sounding like her head was about to explode as she wiggled and squirmed in her constricted position. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Mila declared as she peeled her lips from Jameela’s clit, moaning all the while as I worked my cock into her tight pink pussy, gaining momentum with each new thrust. 

Mila brought her hand to her mouth, slipping two fingers in between her lips and lubing them both with spit.  She rubbed them against Jameela’s slit, looking up and into the camera as she pushed her fingers inside her.

“Oh my God, so tight,” Mila exclaimed, returning her mouth to Jameela’s clit.

“Ohhh, fuck!  Yeah, she’s found it,” Jameela narrated, and though she didn’t tell us what Mila had found, I think we could give it a pretty good guess. 

Jameela kept the camera on Mila, panning upwards every so often to show how hard I was thrusting, which by this point was pretty freakin’ hard.  I gestured for the camera and Jameela passed it over, moving her hand to Mila’s head and gripping it firmly as she ate her tight, wet pussy.  I pointed the camera at Mila’s ass, showing Kristen how her rippling cheeks as I rammed my cock into her pussy, bottoming out with every stroke.  Mila’s moans increased in volume, but stayed thoroughly muffled as she tongued Jameela’s clit.

“Oof, you’re getting it good, huh?” Jameela asked her, looking down at Mila as she took my cock.

“Mmhmm,” Mila responded, nodding her head as best she could as Jameela held it with both her hands, ensuring her tongue stayed right where it was as I drilled into her pussy with deep, hard thrusts. 

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Jameela moaned, gripping two handfuls of Mila’s brown hair.  “Yeah, keep going.  Fuck, I’m gonna cum on your face!”

I kept the camera trained on Jameela as she lifted her head from the pillows.  A look of ecstasy spread across her face as Mila kept tonguing at the nub of her clit, spinning around it in concentric circles as she used her fingers to massage Jameela’s g-spot.  I could tell that Jameela was getting close so I slowed my thrusts into Mila’s pussy so she wouldn’t be too distracted.

A few more swirls of Mila’s tongue and Jameela made good on her promise.  Her eyes clamped shut, features contorting as the feeling started coursing through her.  She tightened her grip on Mila’s hair, looking like she was about to pull it straight out of her head as a final scream flew forth from her lips and she slumped back down into the pillows. 

“Oh my God!” Jameela exclaimed, talking to the ceiling as she lay there panting, waving her hands in my general direction.

I wasn’t sure why at first, but then I realised that she wanted the camera.  She took it from me as I handed it over, pointing it at Mila as she lifted her head up from between her thighs. 

“You’re good at that, love,” Jameela said.  “Fuck, I came so hard!”

“I know you did,” Mila laughed, lifting her hand up to the camera to show how wet her fingers were.

“Oh, wow!” Jameela exclaimed.  “Look at that, Kristen.  I made a mess, huh?”

Jameela grabbed onto Mila’s wrist and pulled it towards her mouth.

“Let me clean those up for you,” said the Brit, holding the camera selfie-style as she gaped apart her thick set of lips, steering Mila’s fingers between them.

She closed her lips around Mila’s knuckles and dragged them back towards her painted tips, sucking her fingers clean.  Seeing her do that triggered something in me and I tightened my grip on Mila’s hips almost as an impulse, pulling her back as I threw myself forward and started to thrust into her pussy as hard as I possibly could. 

“OH!” she yelped as her eyes went wide and a look of amusement stretched across Jameela’s face as she pointed the camera at Mila’s, capturing her reaction.

“Oh my God, Kristen, look at her take that dick,” Jameela said as she crawled around to the side of the bed and moved in for a close up, getting an incredible side on view of my cock railing into Mila’s pussy.

I couldn’t see it at the time, of course, but as I watched the footage back later, I quickly learned how great that shot was.  She’d framed it perfectly, getting the camera in as close as possible to capture every detail.  How deep my cock was going.  How wet Mila’s pussy was.  You could even see how hard my dick was throbbing each time I pulled it back.  Needless to say, Kristen enjoyed it and I could hear the agonised moans she was making, even over Mila’s screams and the sound of my pelvis smacking against her ass.

But she didn’t get to enjoy it for long.  Mila was already on the verge of climax when I started thrusting, and it didn’t take many to finish her off.  I sheathed my cock to the base inside her, and Jameela pointed the camera at her face to show Kristen how hard she was cumming.  Her eyes fell shut and an intense look of pleasure engulfed her face as her orgasm started pulsing through her.  Her pussy gripped me extra tight, making sure my cock stayed nice and deep as a wave of fluid gushed from inside her, soaking me from base to tip.  Her arms started shaking and her lips parted into a big, wide grin as she reached her peak then slowly began to descend. 

I waited for her grip to loosen then drew my cock back out of her pussy.  Jameela returned to her previous position, showing Kristen how wet my cock was as I prised it free from Mila’s snatch. 

“Holy shit, you drenched it, love!” Jameela laughed, gripping my cock with one of her hands as she held my phone with the other.   

I motioned for the camera and she handed it over, holding it up and pointing it down as Jameela parted her thick DSLs and steered my cock in between them.  She went down deep and it was only the hand at the base of the shaft that stopped her from taking it all.  She pulled back slowly, sucking hard as she dragged her lips back up to the tip and popped it free from between them. 

“Mmm,” she purred as she looked at the camera, running her tongue over those big, pouty lips.  “Her pussy tastes good off this cock.”

She’d pretty much sucked it clean already, but she took my cock down a couple more times, just for sheer enjoyment.  She plucked it free and grabbed my shaft, stroking it gently as she looked back up at both me and the camera. 

“My turn?” she asked.

I nodded my head and Jameela got into position, laying on her back across the king size bed. 

“Here, let me take that,” Mila said, gesturing for the camera which I promptly handed over. 

She knelt beside Jameela, pointing the camera at her as she spread her long legs, beckoning me in between them.  I moved with haste, kneeling between Jameela’s thighs and leaning forward, planting a hand beside her right shoulder as I grabbed my cock with the other.  I pushed my cock against Jameela’s pussy and slid the tip inside her.  Jameela gasped as she felt me enter, gaping apart that full set of lips as a gentle moan fluttered out from between them.  She was still soaking wet from her previous climax and the slightest push was all it took to sheath my cock to the base.

I stayed like that for several seconds, feeling how warm and tight she was, before I pulled back out to the tip.  I balled my hands into fists, pushing them down either side of her body as I started to pump into Jameela’s pussy, going in deep from the very first thrust.  Jameela looked up at me, placing her hands on my arms and moaning lightly as she took the first few. 

Then she turned towards Mila, looking into the camera and asking her softly, “you’re gonna sit on my face, right?”

“But of course,” Mila replied, then threw a leg over Jameela’s head and dropped her ass down on top of it.

“Mmm, yes,” Jameela moaned, her words slightly muffled as Mila’s pussy touched down on her face.

Jameela released her grip on my arms, wrapping her own around Mila’s thighs as she started to lick her pussy.  Mila’s tits were now right in front of me, so I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples and started to suck it as I thrusted down into Jameela’s snatch.  Mila placed a finger underneath her chin, pointing the camera at both our faces as she pulled me in for a kiss, moaning into my mouth as Jameela ate her pussy. 

Our lips came apart and I gave Jameela a few more thrusts before I lifted my head up and straightened my back.  I grabbed the backs of Jameela’s thighs, pulling her up until my cock and her pussy were at the same level.  Jameela yelped, her head sliding out from underneath Mila as I pulled her towards me, grabbing her hips to hold her up as I began to ram into her tight, wet pussy.  I heard Kristen moan when I started thrusting and I knew immediately why: this is one of her favourite positions. 

Mila gave a little faux-shocked gasp then shifted forward on the mattress, returning her pussy to Jameela’s face.  Mila remained on camera duties, changing angles regularly to capture all the action.  First she pointed it at Jameela’s pussy, moving the camera as close as she could and framing it tightly as I drilled my cock into it, going balls deep with each new thrust.  Panning up Jameela’s body, she pointed the camera at those lovely big tits, showing Kristen how much they were moving as I slammed into her pussy, her entire body shifting with every pelvic slam.

“Oh my God, these tits,” Mila exclaimed, reaching down with her unoccupied hand and jiggling one of Jameela’s breasts. 

Then, she pointed the camera downwards, getting a hot first person angle of Jameela eating her pussy.  And finally, she flipped the camera onto herself, pointing it at her face and showing Kristen how much she was enjoying it. 

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, staring into the lens as her face lit up in the throes of pleasure.  “I love feeling that tongue on my pussy.”

She slipped two fingers in between her lips, wetting them saliva as she flipped the camera around and pointed it between Jameela’s legs.  Mila reached in between her thighs and I felt her pussy immediately contract as she started to rub her clit.  I took the camera off Mila and pointed it down as I drilled into Jameela’s pussy, thrusting a little harder to push through my cock through the tightening grip.  It was a great shot, showing Kristen how hard I was thrusting, how wet Jameela was making my cock and how hard Mila was rubbing her clit.

Mila grinned as I panned the camera up and pointed it at her face.  Placing a finger underneath her chin, I held the camera selfie-style as I leaned in closer and pulled her in for a kiss.  Our lips came apart and I moved the camera down a bit, focusing on Jameela’s tits.  They were slightly obscured by Mila’s arm but you could see them flopping and forth as I rammed my pelvis into hers, putting thrust after thrust into Jameela’s perfect pussy.

By the time I returned to the POV shot, Mila’s fingers were almost a blur as she strummed them hard on Jameela’s clit.  I continued to thrust as hard as I could, hearing my balls swing back and forth and slap against Jameela’s asshole.  My cock was throbbing harder and harder, and I could feel my cockhead twitch and spasm as it hit Jameela’s cervix.  Jameela’s pussy felt fucking amazing and it was pulling me to the edge incredibly quickly.  I needed something to slow me down.

Without a word, I grabbed the back of Mila’s head, pulling her down and into the shot.  She ended up in a 69 with her mouth above Jameela’s pussy.  Keeping the camera pointed downwards, I pulled my cock from Jameela’s pussy, and as Mila gaped her lips apart, I shoved it into the open slot.  She locked her lips around halfway down, and I placed a hand at the back of her head as I pushed my cock in the rest of the way. 

Her lips touched the base of my shaft, and I pointed the camera forward as she kept my cock in her mouth and throat, getting a shot of Mila’s ass as Jameela slapped her hands down on it and, unless I’m much mistaken, used a finger to tease her butthole.  Mila started moaning as she sucked my cock, and in spite of all my efforts, the force with which she was doing it did little to slow me down.

I pointed the camera back down at her head, watching my cock come back into view as I retrieved it slowly from between her lips, the thick coat of Jameela’s pussy now replaced by a layer of spit.  I  returned my dick to Jameela’s pussy, admitting defeat as I thrusted into her several times then buried my cock to the hilt. 

“Uhh, I’m gonna cum!” I hurriedly said, moaning from behind the camera.

“Mmm!” came a muffled voice, which at first I thought was just Jameela, but it turned out to be Kristen as well.  I guess she really wanted to see it.

A few moments later she got her wish.  Mila lifted her head up, returning to fingers to Jameela’s clit as my cockhead twitched against her cervix.  I quit holding back and came inside her, dumping an impossibly thick load straight into Jameela’s womb.  Mila kept rubbing at the nub of her clit and as a wave of spunk flooded her pussy, Jameela came too in a matter of seconds.  Her moans got louder from underneath Mila and I felt her muscles clamp me tight as her orgasm hit her with potent force, squeezing more cum from the tip of my prick. 

I pulled my cock back about four inches, keeping half of it buried inside her as another wave passed through her body.  You could see my member visibly throbbing as Jameela’s pussy kept gripping it tight, pulling spunk from my bloated nuts until my sack was entirely empty.  I stayed inside her once I’d finally finished, using my dick like a cork to keep my cum in her pussy.

I pointed the camera at Mila as a grin spread across her face, clearly reading my intentions.  She went to climb down from Jameela’s face, but managed little more than lifting her ass before she was pulled back down on top of her.  Mila gasped then her eyes bulged almost comically as Jameela went back to eating her pussy, lapping at the nub of her clit with renewed and relentless vigour.

Mila reached down and grabbed Jameela’s tits, groping and squeezing them as the Brit went down on her pussy.  Her initial shock gave way to pleasure and her eyes fell shut as moans began to pour from her lips.  I kept the camera pointed forward, capturing the entire thing as Jameela’s arms wrapped around her thighs and she licked out Mila’s pussy like she hadn’t eaten in days. 

Mila came incredibly fast, eyes glued shut as a wordless scream flew forth from her lips and her body shook on top of Jameela.  Jameela didn’t let up for a second, licking and tonguing at her throbbing pink clit as Mila rewarded her with what I can only assume was a hefty mouthful of cum.  A shudder passed through Mila’s body as Jameela released her grip on her thighs, finally letting her down. 

Mila climbed down from on top of her face and crawled to the foot of the bed, squeezing in beside Jameela’s left thigh.  Once she was in position, I finally pulled out from Jameela’s pussy, making sure the camera was pointed down as a thick drop of cum slipped out after me, dripping towards her asshole. 

Mila moved her head in and I moved to the side for a better angle as she poked her tongue out from between her lips and pressed it to Jameela’s taint.  Gathering the spunk on her outstretched tongue, Mila dragged it back to her pussy and pushed it back to where it just came from.  She pushed her tongue into Jameela’s pussy, licking my cum out a drop at a time.  Retrieving her tongue, Mila closed her lips and swallowed, slipping two fingers into Jameela’s pussy to scoop out whatever was left. 

“OK, I think we’ve made her wait long enough now,” Mila declared, pausing for a second as she sucked the cum from her fingers.  “I think we should pay her a visit.”

I heard Kristen moan through the camera and her friends both laughed as they climbed down from the bed.

“Sounds like she’s ready,” Jameela quipped as she grabbed Mila’s hand and led her towards the bedroom door. 

I followed behind them, pointing the camera at both their asses as they stepped through the threshold and out into the hallway.  We stopped for a minute at the bottom of the stairs for a quick double blowjob.  Then we stopped again halfway up the stairs so I could fuck Jameela while the she leant over the handrail.  The one final time at the top of stairs so Mila could ride my cock while I sat on the landing floor. 

By the time we got to Kristen’s room, about 45 minutes had passed since the time we left my bedroom.  Kristen sounded incredibly relieved and gave as excited a sound as she was capable of making as we filed through the bedroom doorway. 

“There she iiiis!” Mila exclaimed as she headed straight towards Kristen, running her fingers through her long blonde hair.  “You’ve been waiting a while, huh?”

“Uh huh,” Kristen moaned back, sounding like that ‘while’ had been an entire lifetime. 

As Jameel’s arms went around my shoulders, I ended the video call and stashed my phone in my pocket.  Mila stepped around behind Kristen, dropping to her knees as Jameela gripped the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss.   

“Hmm, what are these two doing?” Mila asked as I placed my hands on Jameela’s hips, reaching behind her and grabbing her ass.  “Doesn’t look like they’re done yet, huh?”

“Uh uh,” said Kristen, shaking her head.

“Would you like me to take this off?” asked Mila as she ran her fingers over the straps on Kristen’s ball gag. 

“Mmm!” Kristen moaned impatiently.

“Say please.”

Kristen tried to say it but it came out as little more than an unintelligible grunt.

“Well, close enough,” Mila giggled then fiddled with the buckle at the back of Kristen’s head until the straps came loose at the side of her face.

Mila leaned over Kristen’s shoulder and plucked the gag from between her teeth.  Putting her hands to Kristen’s face, she turned her around to face her then leaned in for a kiss, licking up the drool that was smeared around her mouth. 

“There.  Better?” Mila asked her and Kristen responded by nodding her head.

“Good,” said Mila, then turned her head towards me and Jameela.

Jameela’s hand slid over my stomach, gripping my cock and jerking it slowly.

“So what do you want to do now your mouth is free?” Mila asked Kristen, reaching down in between her legs to rub her dripping pussy.  “Lick her pussy or suck his cock?”

“Both,” said Kristen.

Mila tipped her head back and laughed.  “You can’t do both!  Not at the same time.  You have to pick one.  Pussy or dick?”

“I think she can do both,” Jameela chimed in, prying her lips from mine as she peered back over her shoulder.  “What do you think, Tyler?”

“I think so too,” I said in response as I moved across to Jameela’s shoulder, kissing it in several places.

I took Jameela’s hand in mine and led her across the bedroom, closing in on an excited Kristen.  Jameela stopped in front of her, standing slightly to her right so I could stand beside her.  I took a step forward to do just that when suddenly I had an idea.  I shifted to the left and stepped behind Jameela, moving her to the side a little so she was right in front of Kristen.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked me, sounding a little confused.

“Well, she said she wanted both, right?” I said as I pushed my hips forward, slotting my cock in between her thighs.  Jameela was the perfect height for this; so tall and statuesque that I barely had to squat. 

She and Mila both burst out laughing as three inches of rockhard cock poked out from between her legs.

“Oh, wow!” Mila exclaimed.  “Jameela, I had no idea you were so thick.”

“And white apparently,” Jameela replied, reaching down in between her legs and stroking the tip of my prick.

Mila started laughing again as I brushed Jameela’s hair aside and leaned in closer to kiss her neck.  I wrapped my arms around her stomach, running my hands from her tight, toned abs, over her ribcage and up to her perfect tits.  As I started to squeeze and grope her breasts, Jameela released her grip on my cock, placing her hands on top of my own.  She turned to face me and as I leaned in to kiss her from over her shoulder, I felt Kristen’s tongue slide over my crown.  She worked her tongue across the top of my shaft then I heard a little moan from Jameela as her sprightly tongue wrapped around my own, lips still fused together.

“Did she do both?” I asked Jameela, prising my lips from hers.

“Oh, yeah,” Jameela responded.  “She did both, alright.”

Kristen’s tongue went back to my cock and this time I watched over Jameela’s shoulder as she dragged it over my swollen crown, running it over the top of my shaft and up to Jameela’s pussy.  Kristen did that about five or six times then wrapped her lips around my cockhead, lapping at the slit with the tip of her tongue and moaning all the while as Mila rubbed her pussy.  I continued to grope Jameela’s titties, kissing her neck as I did so.

“Grab her head,” I whispered softly.

Jameela reacted quickly, reaching down with both her hands and grasping the back of Kristen’s head.  Once she had it in a tight enough grip, I started to pump my hips back and forth, slicing my cock through Jameela’s legs as I pushed the tip into Kristen’s mouth.  Jameela laughed, pushing her legs together nice and tight and squeezing my cock with her impressive quads.  It felt amazing, as did the warmth of her pussy as it rubbed against the top of the shaft, smearing it with sticky arousal.  Kristen peeled her lips from the tip, sticking her tongue out as far as she could and licking my cockhead each time it poked out. 

I let her do that several times then pulled my cock back from Jameela’s thighs, stepping out from behind her and standing to her right.  Kristen’s mouth went straight to her pussy, looking up with those big blue eyes as she dragged her tongue across Jameela’s slit.

“Yeah, come on.  Eat that pussy,” Mila egged her on as she pushed against the back of her head.  “You wanna stroke his cock too?”

“Mmhmm,” Kristen responded, mumbling through a mouthful of pussy.

“OK, let’s get these cuffs off you.”

Mila removed the cuffs from her wrists and Kristen’s hands shot out in an instant, one of them gripping onto Jameela’s left hip while she grabbed my cock with the other.  She gripped it tightly at around mid-shaft and started to stroke it as she tongued Jameela’s pussy.  Her fist roamed up and down my shaft, jerking it slowly with optimum pressure. 

“You like feeling that cock in your hand?” Mila asked her.

Kristen nodded.

“You like the way it throbs while you jerk it off?”

She nodded again.

“You want it in your mouth now too?”

Kristen nodded one last time then suddenly yelped as Mila gripped a handful of hair and pulled her face from Jameela’s pussy. 

“Keep your mouth open,” Mila said as she turned Kristen’s head to the side and pointed her in my direction. 

Moisture was smeared all around her lips as she kept them open, presenting me with the perfect slot to push my throbbing cock into.  Kristen let go as I gripped the shaft and proceeded to do just that, slotting it neatly in between her gaping lips.  I steered my cock about halfway in, but Kristen didn’t have time to even wrap her lips around it before Mila pushed against the back of her head and shoved her right down to the hilt.  The last thing I saw was her eyes bulge in shock before her face pressed against my abs and my swollen crown went into her gullet.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Mila encouraged.  “Take it down your throat.”

She kept her there for several seconds, then wrapped her hair around her knuckles, tugging it sharply as she pulled her back to the tip. 

“Gimme this hand,” Mila said, grabbing onto Kristen’s wrist and pulling it towards her mouth.

She took two fingers in between her lips, wetting them both with spittle then steering them towards Jameela. 

“Put them in her pussy.”

Kristen did as instructed, slipping her fingers into Jameela’s pussy and pushing them deep inside her.

“Good girl,” said Mila.  “Now, you want some more cock?”

Kristen responded with a frantic nod.  Mila pushed her back dpwn to the base then repeated the process several more times, pulling her mouth back up to the head then shoving her straight back down again.  Dragging her lips up one last time, Kristen’s spit dripped down from my shaft as the tip of my cock slipped out from between them. 

But Mila wasn’t done with her yet.  In fact, she’d just gotten started, and Kristen barely had a chance to breathe before Mila turned her head to the right and shoved her into Jameela’s pussy. 

“Yeah, come on, baby.  You get in there good,” Mila smirked, then looked up at Jameela as she held the blonde in between her thighs.  “Grind your pussy on her.  Rub it all over her face.”

Jameela grinned then did as directed, gently moving her hips back and forth as she ground against Kristen’s face, smearing wetness all over her mouth. 

“Stroke his cock,” Mila instructed, and Kristen was quick to do so.

Reaching up with her remaining hand, she gripped my cock at the base of the shaft, smearing in the spit she’d left there as she jerked it up and down.

This continued for the next few minutes, with Mila in control of Kristen, pushing her back and forth between myself and Jameela.  Once she’d decided she’d had her fill, Mila yanked on Kristen’s hair, pulling her back from Jameela’s pussy.  Kristen looked hungry for more and her lips were soaking wet, both with spit from sucking my cock and with Jameela’s cum from eating her pussy.

“So, we’re going to fuck her now, right?” Jameela asked.

I saw Kristen’s face light up then quickly morph to a look of disappointment when Mila  answered the question. 

“No,” she said simply.  “Not yet.”

And with that she reached around from behind her and grabbed onto Kristen’s wrists, pulling one hand from my cock and the other from Jameela’s pussy as she wrenched them back behind her.  The next thing I heard were two loud clicks as Mila cuffed her wrists again then rose to her feet behind Kristen, grabbing Jameela’s hand as she marched towards the bed. 

Of course I followed behind them and laid on the bed under Mila’s direction.  Jameela climbed up next, throwing a leg over my supine frame and planting her knees either side of me.  Reaching back to grab my shaft, Jameela slowly sunk herself down until I felt her wet pussy touch the tip of my cock.  My eyes went up to Jameela’s face, giving me that familiar pouty-lipped expression as she rubbed my cock against the slit of her pussy, then a wide-eyed, open-mouthed gasp as she fed the tip inside her. 

Jameela released her grip on the base, placing her hands on her thighs as she worked her way down slowly, taking my cock an inch at a time.  Jameela had been wet to begin with, but Kristen eating her pussy out had only made her wetter, so my cock slid through her with consummate ease.  Her ass touched down on the tops of my thighs and the pouty expression returned to her face as she sat on top of me, my member throbbing inside her.

“Oh, wow,” said Mila, looking back at Kristen.  “Fuck, your girl really likes that cock.”

Jameela started riding me hard, keeping her hands just above her knees as she used her thighs to push herself up, guiding her pussy to the tip of my cock then dropping it straight back down.  I felt her ass clap down on my pelvis, generating a series of * SMACKS * that echoed around the bedroom. 

“Mmm, yeah!” Mila exclaimed.  “Look at how her titties bounce.”

Again, she was talking to Kristen but that’s where my eyes went as well, watching as they bounced and jiggled with every pass she took on my cock.  It was a hell of a sight, but sadly I couldn’t enjoy it for long.  Moments later, Mila joined us on the bed, planting her knees either side of my head and obscuring my view completely.  Any disappointment I might have felt quickly dispersed as Mila dropped her ass down slowly and parked it on top of my face.  I wrapped my arms around the tops of her thighs, holding her in place as I put my tongue to the nub of her clit and started to flick it against it.

Now of course I couldn’t see what happened after that, but luckily for me, Kristen was all too happy to tell me about it later.  Mila’s first reaction was to grab her tits, tipping her head slightly as a breathy moan escaped her lips.  After that, Mila reached forward and grabbed onto Jameela’s, doing her best to contain them as they flopped all around her chest.  Jameela leaned in and the two of them kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths as they straddled my face and cock. 

Once their mouths had prised apart, Mila moved her head down lower, bringing her face to Jameela’s tits.  The first thing she did was shove it in between them, allowing them to slap her cheeks as they bounced and jiggled every which way.  The next thing I felt was her hands on my arms as she gripped them firmly and lifted them up, moving them towards Jameela. 

She didn’t give me any form of instruction, but I knew what she wanted me to do.  I grabbed onto Jameela’s hips, holding her steady as I lifted her up, dragging her pussy to the tip of my cock.  Once I had her in place, I started to pump into Jameela’s tight pussy, bouncing my ass off the mattress beneath me as I threw myself into her with a flurry of quick, hard thrusts. 

“Ohhh!  Yes, yes, yes, yes!  Fuck me!” Jameela yelled out, her eyes clamping shut as her head shot backwards and she screamed towards the bedroom ceiling.

Now that Jameela’s body was still, it allowed Mila to get at her tits, something she did with considerable aplomb.  She grabbed them tightly, pushing them together and putting her tongue to Jameela’s nipples, licking from the right to the left, then back to the right again.  Next, she wrapped her lips around them, making loud * POPS * as she switched back and forth, releasing each one with a smack of her lips. 

Then, she slid her lips back and forth, slithering them smoothly across both her nipples as she played her tits like a harmonica.  This descended into full on motorboating, the sounds of which I could vividly hear, even over Jameela’s moans.  By the time she was done, Mila had performed her full repertoire, and when she buried her face back between her tits, Jameela’s worship had come full circle.  It was a shame I couldn’t see any of it, but Kristen filled me in with so much detail that I felt like I pretty much did.  And besides, I had one gorgeous woman sitting on my face while I drilled my cock into another, so I guess I can’t have any complaints. 

By the time that Mila was finally finished I was railing hard into Jameela’s pussy, my tongue still flicking at Mila’s clit as I made them moan in unison.  I had both women right where I wanted them: teetering on the brink of climax.  The only question was: which one would finish first?

I found out the answer a few seconds later when I felt Jameela’s pussy contract around my shaft, the volume of her moans getting suddenly louder as I drove my cock into her with harder, more vigorous thrusts.  I couldn’t see what she was doing, of course, but I had my suspicions which Kirsten confirmed; Jameela was rubbing her clit.  And from the way that Kristen described it to me, I didn’t sound like she was holding back. 

Once she started doing that, Jameela came in a matter of moments.  I drilled into her pussy with one last thrust, then dropped my ass back down to the mattress, tightening my grip on Jameela’s hips as I pulled her down on top of me. 

“Ohhh, FUCK!  YES!” I heard her scream, throwing her head back with so much force that Kristen thought she’d broken her neck. 

Her pussy clamped around the base of my shaft and the next thing I felt was a shower of warmth as she practically exploded all over my cock, drenching it in sticky fluid.  While Jameela rode the waves of climax, I focused my attention on Mila, lapping my tongue at the nub of her clit with a series of quick, hard flicks.  A couple of those and she came too, gripping my arms as they wrapped around her thighs, pinning her against my face. 

“Mmm, YES!” Mila moaned out.

Her climax was definitely more subdued, but as I felt her buttocks clench against my face, the burst of fluid she promptly unleashed was just as forceful as Jameela’s.  I felt it pour down the length of my tongue, still licking hard at the nub of her clit as I felt her body tremble, her grip on me loosening as she gave a heavy sigh. 

I felt Jameela climb down from my cock and finally I could see again as Mila leaned forward. She slid her arms underneath my thighs then she swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock, giving a little appreciative moan as she tasted Jameela’s pussy.  I felt her lips spread around my head then begin to slide down the length of my shaft, sucking up Jameela’s juices as she slowly took it down. 

Then I felt a second pair of lips, wrapping tightly around one of my balls as Mila continued to swallow my cock, siphoning precum as she turned her mouth into a vacuum seal.  Jameela switched to the other teste, leaving both gonads drenched in her spittle as she pulled her head back, making room for Mila as her lips drew closer to the base.  But she didn’t abandon my balls entirely and I felt her take them in the palm of her hand, fondling them gently as Mila sucked up the last few inches, making my dick disappear.  My crown was lodged inside her throat, causing her mouth to water instinctively and a wave of spit to pour down my shaft.  My cockhead gave a violent spasm and I felt my testes suddenly swell as Jameela groped and squeezed them. 

I think that Mila felt it too ‘cause she lifted her head up almost immediately, almost as if she was taking pity on me as she plucked it free from between her lips.  Jameela reached out and grabbed my cock, stroking it up and down as she beckoned Mila towards her.  Or more accurately, towards my cock.  Jameela clamped her hand around the base, holding it for Mila as she straddled my hips and lowered herself down onto it. 

My cockhead twitched as it slipped it inside her, still not fully recovered from the previous blowjob.  Jameela watched with a satisfied grin as Mila’s wet pussy started sliding down my shaft, keeping her grip until the very last second.  She uncurled her fingers from the base of the shaft, sitting back and rubbing her clit as Mila’s ass touched down on my abs, my entire cock embedded inside her.

She stayed like that for close to a minute, peering back with a teasing smirk, obviously testing me to see if I could handle it.  I could.  Just about.  Then she lifted her ass back up, and I watched as my member slowly revealed itself, now thickly coated in a layer of juice. 

“Oh my God!” Jameela exclaimed, almost gasping when she saw how wet my cock was.  “Fuck, I’ve gotta taste that.”

Jameela reached out and gripped my cock again, practically prying it from Mila’s tight pussy.  Keeping her grip on the base of the shaft, she parted her lips and sunk down onto it, taking it down to the top of her hand.  She quickly moved it out of the way then pushed her head down lower, swallowing the last few inches.  I felt her brow press against my thigh then felt her spit run down my shaft as she kept it there for several seconds, testing both me and herself.  It was Jameela who ended up blinking first, pulling her lips back up to the tip and leaving behind a coat of saliva for Mila to use as lube.

Mila did exactly that, reaching back to grip my cock then feeding it back inside her, sinking back down to the base even quicker than she did the first time.  This time around she started to ride me, working her pussy back up to the tip then dropping it straight back down, little ripples passing through her buttcocks as they crashed down against my stomach.

Jameela moved around in front of her, taking Mila’s face in her hands as she leaned in to kiss her, egging her on as their lips came apart. 

“Yeah, that’s it, girl.  Use that cock.  I wanna see you cum all over it.”

Frankly, I wanted to see that too, and without even a moment’s pause, I reached out swiftly with both my hands and grabbed onto Mila’s hips, holding her in place as I started to ram up into her.  She wasn’t using my cock anymore; *I* was using her pussy.  The sudden move caught Mila off guard and she threw her head back as hard as she could, promptly launching a deafening scream that ricocheted off the bedroom ceiling.

“OH, FUCK!  YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!”

Now again, I couldn’t see exactly what was happening here, but once again Kristen had my back.  According to her, as soon as Mila started screaming, Jameela reached down and started rubbing her clit.  And once she started doing that, Mila’s pussy immediately tightened, gipping my cock for all its worth as I drove it deep inside her.  Jameela lifted her remaining hand, clasping it gently around Mila’s throat as she leaned in close, speaking straight into her ear.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?  You gonna cum all over that cock?”

Mila nodded slowly, seemingly unable to do much else as I drilled my cock in hard and fast, hitting her cervix repeatedly. 

“*I* know,” said Jameela.  “I know what will make you cum.”

And with that, she placed her hands on Mila’s back, pushing her forward with so much force that she almost slipped off my cock.  Mila yelped at the sudden move, bracing herself with her hands on the mattress as she ended up in doggy but with me still on my back.  I didn’t move a single inch, just continued to thrust my cock into her pussy as Jameela leaned down and stuck out her tongue, guiding it to Mila’s asshole. 

Jameela’s prediction was definitely correct, as when she started licking her asshole, Mila climaxed almost immediately.  Lifting her head up, Mila screamed at the wall in front of her as I rammed my cock in as hard as I could, pulling her down into me to ensure each thrust was as deep as possible.

“OHHH!!!  YEEESSS!!!”

Her arms started shaking beneath her, and I could see her butthole tensing and winking as Jameela licked it swiftly.  Cum gushed forth from Mila’s pussy, soaking every inch of my shaft as her pussy gripped it as tight as can be.  I thrusted into her one last time then held it there for a couple of seconds as Mila’s arms gave out from beneath her and she landed in a heap on the mattress. 

“Good?” asked Jameela, grinning.

Mila simply nodded her head, unable even to summon up words.

I moved my hands to Mila’s hips, pushing her up and off my cock, noting how wet she’d left my shaft as the crown popped free from her pussy. 

“Fucking hell!” said Jameela as she saw it.  “Shall I clean that up for you?”

“I think she should do it,” I replied, pointing a thumb at Kristen. 

She’d been waiting patiently for sometime now, staying mostly quiet even now that her gag had been removed. 

“Good idea,” said Jameela, then two of us stepped down off the bed, Jameela using my cock like a leash as she led me towards her friend.

I stepped in front of Kristen, cock pointing right at her face as Jameela moved behind her.  Mila joined us a few seconds later and both girls knelt behind Kristen.  Mila kissed her neck while Jameela leaned over shoulder, speaking straight into her ear.

“You wanna suck that cock, Kristen?”

Kristen nodded.  I could already see her nostrils flaring as the smell of Mila’s pussy wafted into her nose. 

“Open your mouth,” Jameela ordered and Kristen quickly did so, parting her lips as wide as they’d go.  “Stick out your tongue.”

Again, Kristen did as she told her, poking her tongue from between her lips and stretching it out as far as she could. 

“Lick the tip.”

The tip of her tongue pressed against my slit and she dragged it across it slowly.

“Can you taste his precum?” said Jameela.

“Mmhmm,” said Kristen.

“How about my pussy?” Mila asked her, reaching around from behind her to play with Kristen’s tits.

Kristen nodded her head.

“You want some more?” asked Jameela.

Kristen nodded again.

“Press your tongue underneath the tip, then swirl it around his cockhead slowly,” Jameela instructed.  She made a little spin motion with her finger, demonstrating for Kristen what she wanted her to do.

Kristen did as instructed, pressing her tongue underneath my crown then spinning around it in a perfect circle, licking up more of Mila’s juices. 

“Good girl,” said Jameela.  “Now take the tip in between your lips and brush your tongue against the underside.”

Kristen peeled her tongue from the tip, keeping it out above her bottom lip as I slowly steered forward and pushed my crown into her mouth.  I felt the underside touch her tongue, then felt her tongue start lapping against it as she wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. 

“You want it deeper?” Jameela asked her.

“Mmhmm.”

Jameela looked up at me, using her hand to beckon me closer.  I took a step forward, pushing my cock across Kristen’s tongue as I fed her the first two inches. 

“Move your head forward,” Jameela instructed, reaching up with one of her hands and gripping my cock at the base.  “Just a little.”

Kristen’s head pushed forward slowly, those blue eyes staring up into mine as she took another inch in her mouth.

“Stop,” said Jameela and Kristen promptly did so, freezing on the spot with her lips locked tightly around my girthy shaft.  “Now back to the tip.”

Kristen dragged her lips back, sucking her cheeks in and forming a seal so tight that it almost kept her from doing so.  But she managed and it felt amazing.  A gentle groan spilled forth from my lips and I felt my cockhead twitch and spasm as she pulled her lips right back to the tip, lapping at it with her tongue.

“Forward,” said Jameela, and Kristen loosened her seal just a little as she moved her head back towards my abs, taking me one inch deeper.

This continued for quite some time, with Kristen’s lips sliding smoothly up and down my shaft, taking another inch of my cock once Jameela had allowed her to do so.  The very next pass took me past her tonsils, then the one after that took me into her throat, each one followed by a pull back up to the tip, which seemed to get harder each time she did it.  One last push and Kristen’s lips went down to the base, my swollen balls squished against her chin as she pressed her face up against my stomach, vanishing my cock without even flinching. 

“Uhhh!” I moaned as I tipped my head back, closing my eyes as a jolt of pleasure shot through the length of my shaft.

I moved my hands down almost instinctively and grabbed onto the back of her head, keeping her there for a couple of seconds then gripping her hair and pulling her back.  My cock revealed itself inch by inch until Kristen’s lips slid over the tip and she popped it out from between them, my entire length now dripping with spit. 

“OK, not bad,” said Jameela, trying not to sound impressed as she turned and looked at Mila.  “What do you think?  Shall we take her to the bed now?  Do you think she’s earned it?”

“Hmm, I’d say so,” Mila replied, then reached a hand between Kristen’s legs and rubbed it against her crotch.  “She’s definitely warm enough.”

Kristen gave a contented moan; I can only begin to imagine how wet she must have been.  The girls uncuffed her wrists and ankles then rose to their feet either side of Kristen, helping her up off the floor.  They clasped their hands in a naked chain and started to walk towards the bed.  I went to follow but Jameela stopped me, pressing a hand against my chest.

“Uh uh.  Not you,” she said, then pointed to a chair at the far side of the room.  “You sit there.  We’ll tell you when we need you.”

I was a little disappointed (OK, I was very disappointed) but I did as Jameela told me, taking a seat on the chair as the girls climbed onto the bed.  Kristen’s friends remained in charge and continued to order her around as they arranged themselves into various positions.  It started with Kristen eating out Mila while Jameela sat on her face, then Jameela sat on Kristen’s face while leaning forward to eat out Mila.  Mila and Jameela 69’d with Jameela on top so Kristen could lick her ass.  Then Kristen moved around to the other side and fingered Mila while Jameela licked her clit. 

I was starting to know how Kristen felt earlier, watching this super hot threesome unveil in front of me and not being allowed to join.  But at least I was able to touch myself, which was something I made sure to do sparingly, just enough to keep me hard for when I re-entered the fray.  Though the longer the girls kept at it, the more I wondered if they’d forgotten all about me. 

But as they continued to move from position to position, a pattern began to emerge: Kristen was on the giving end, never the receiving.  Which could have meant one of two things.  One) Mila and Jameela were incredibly selfish (which, given the way our threesome had gone, I didn’t believe to be true), or two) they were saving her for something.  I hoped it was the latter.  And I really hoped that something was me. 

A couple more positions and I got my answer.  Mila and Jameela had finished taking turns riding Kristen’s face when they finally decided that they’d reached their limit. 

“OK, OK,” Jameela panted, waving her hand like a white flag as she climbed down from Kristen’s face and slumped down onto the mattress.  “I can’t cum anymore.”

“Yeah, OK,” Mila grinned back.  “I give you about five minutes.”

“No, no,” Jameela protested, putting a hand in front of her pussy as if to guard it from further stimulation.  “I’m done.  I’m done.”

“Wow.  OK.”  Mila raised her eyebrows as she looked at Kristen.  “I think she really means it.”

“I do, I do,” Jameel confirmed.  “I’m gonna need an hour.  At least.”

“Looks like it’s your turn then,” Mila told Kristen.  “Who do you want to get you off?  Me, her or him?”

Kristen looked at all three of us in turn then took a moment to weigh up her options.  “All of you?”

Mila tipped her head back and laughed.  “God, such a fucking slut, I love it.  OK, all of us.  I think I better start.  She doesn’t look up to the job just yet,” Mila concluded, pointing to Jameela who looked half-conscious on the other side of the bed.

Mila beckoned me over and of course I leapt up as quick as a flash, scurrying over to join them on the bed.  I started out on Kristen’s left, leaning over to kiss her and getting a taste of two different pussies as her tongue pushed into my mouth.  The kiss was aggressive yet kind of needy, telling me she’d been missing me, even with all the sex she’d had. 

By the time our lips came apart, Mila was down in between her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs while Jameela had recovered just enough vitality to position herself to Kristen’s right.  Kristen turned to kiss her next, and I latched onto one of her breasts as Mila’s tongue poked out from her lips and pressed against her pussy.  I watched her slide her tongue up slowly, then felt a shockwave pass through Kristen as she dragged it over her clit.  With the amount of sex she’d either watched or participated in without getting any release, her clit must have been a bundle of nerves.  I’m surprised she didn’t cum from that touch alone.

Kristen peeled her lips from Jameela’s, unleashing an incredibly charged up moan as Mila licked to the bottom of her slit then right back up to the top again, teasing her clit with a flick of her tongue.  Jameela moved to Kristen’s right breast and the two of us looked and grinned at each other as we felt her body start squirming beneath us, her nipple getting harder as I suckled upon it, feasting like a famished babe. 

Mila rubbed two fingers against the slit of Kristen’s pussy, teasing her with them before she slipped them both inside her. 

“Oh my God!” she gasped.  “You’re so fucking wet.”

She wasn’t wrong.  Kristen was so wet I could hear it.  A squelching sound had filled the room, which only got louder the deeper Mila’s fingers went.

“Fuck, Kristen!” Mila exclaimed as she sunk her fingers right down to the knuckle, plucking them back out again to show us how wet they were.

Honestly, I’d never seen anything like it.  Her fingers were glistening, like she’d just dipped them in a bottle of lube.  Mila slipped them in between her lips, giving an ‘mmm’ as she sucked them clean; she clearly liked the taste.  She slid them back into Kristen’s pussy then wrapped her lips around her clit.  The squelching sounds continued in earnest, accompanied by a chorus of moans as Mila started licking her clit.

According to Kristen, Mila started slowly, dragging her tongue across her clit with a series of firm, hard strokes.  Then her tongue started swirling around it, ringing it in concentric circles.  Kristen’s moans increased in volume, the squelching sounds getting louder and louder as Mila kept licking her pussy. 

“Don’t make her cum yet,” Jameela said and Mila heeded the warning, peeling her lips from Kristen’s pussy but continuing to finger her. 

Kristen’s moans softened a little but the squelches stayed as loud as ever as Mila’s fingers slid back and forth, curling up inside her and touching Kristen’s g-spot.  This continued for the next few minutes.  Mila returned her tongue to her clit, licking her to the brink of climax then taking it away again, leaving her fingers inside her.  It was the perfect tease, helped by myself and Jameela sucking on her bullet-stiff nipples, only stopping to make out with Kristen or kiss her shoulders and neck.

“OK, my turn,” said Jameela, and she and Mila switched positions. 

Jameela crawled between Kristen’s legs, hooking her arms around the tops of her thighs and resting her hands on her stomach.  She stuck her tongue out from between her lips and guided it to Kristen’s clit, licking it with speed and vigour.  As Mila leaned down to make out with Kristen, Kristen’s hand slid between her legs and started to rub her pussy.  Their lips came apart and Mila moaned as she raised her head up, straightening her back as Kristen turned her head to the side and put her tongue to her clit. 

Kristen reached out with her remaining hand and I peeled my lips from around her nipple as I felt her fingers grip my cock.  I lifted my head up, kneeling opposite Mila as Kristen started stroking my cock, her clenched fist wrapped tightly around it as she jerked from base to tip.  I placed a finger under Mila’s chin and pulled her in for a kiss, moans merging inside our mouths as Kristen worked us over. 

Mila and I were still making out when I felt Kristen’s mouth slide onto my cock.  Her fist slid down to the base of my shaft and she kept it there as she worked her lips down, taking as much as she could.  As Kristen started bobbing her head, her hand stopped rubbing at Mila’s pussy, putting two fingers to her drippy wet slit and pushing them up inside her.  She’d proved that she could multitask already this evening, and as she pumped her mouth along the length of my shaft while fingering Mila’s pussy, it was clear she hadn’t lost her touch.

She kept that up for several minutes, switching back and forth between Mila and I with increasing regularity.  Turning to her right, she’d used the spit she’d left on my cock to jerk it up and down, fingerfucking Mila while she tongued at her clit.  Then when she turned back to me, she’d keep her fingers in Mila’s pussy, tightly clenching the base of the shaft as she worked her lips up and down it.  And if that wasn’t impressive enough, Jameela was eating her the whole way through, tonguing her clit with speed and precision.

Like Mila before her, Jameela was teasing her something fierce, regularly bringing her right to the edge but neglecting to finish her off.  It seemed like they wanted me to do that, and if indeed that was the case then I was more than happy to oblige them.  I got my chance a few minutes later.  Leaving her on the brink once more, Jameela emerged from between her legs, wearing a particularly menacing grin, her lips wet with Kristen’s arousal.

“OK, big boy, you’re up,” Jameela declared, vacating the spot between Kristen’s legs and allowing me to fill it.

I knelt between them and spread them wide, gripping my cock at the base.  I briefly considered going down on her first but figured there wasn’t much need.  Kristen had left my cock soaking wet and I could tell from only the briefest glance that the girls had done the same to her pussy.  Both of us were ready, no doubt about that. 

I pressed my cock against her pussy and gently pushed it forward, entering her with the merest of thrusts.  Her pussy was so wet and her muscles so tense that she practically pulled me in herself.  Kristen moaned as I slid inside her, letting her head fall back into the pillows as Jameela took the spot to her left, leaning down to kiss her as moans spilled forth from her lips.

I pushed myself forward with minimal force and already I was sheathed to the base, Kristen emitting a particularly loud moan as my swollen cockhead touched her cervix.  It sounded like she almost came from that and it made me realise how close she really was.  I’d finished some women off quickly before but this could be a new record. 

I withdrew my cock back out to the tip and took a quick look to see how wet it was.  Answer?  It was soaking.  I’d been inside her less than a minute and my cock was dripping with so much juice that it looked like I’d been in there for hours.  I figured the girls would want to see it so I popped it out the rest of the way and laid it on Kristen’s stomach, showing everyone how deep it had been.

“Who wants a taste?” I asked the room.

“Oh my God!” Jameela laughed, putting a hand to her mouth as she gasped in shock.  “Fucking hell, Kristen!  Have you got a bottle of K-Y shoved up your fanny?”

Kristen blushed as Mila practically burst out laughing.  Mila and Jameela both leaned forward, cleaning my cock off as they sucked it down one after the other.  I steered it back into Kristen’s pussy, lifting her legs up and holding them against my chest as I started thrusting slowly.  I was still a little stunned by how wet she was, and the ease with which my cock slid through her really had to be seen to be believed.  Kristen moaned as she took each thrust, some of them blocked by Mila and Jameela as they each took turns to kiss her, hands pawing at her perky tits.

“Do you want me to choke you?” Jameela asked her; clearly she knew what she likes.

Kristen didn’t answer with words.  She simply grabbed onto Jameela’s wrist and pulled it towards her throat.

“Woah, OK.  So that’s a ‘yes’, then?” Jameela laughed as she gripped her fingers over Kristen’s throat and started to squeeze at the sides of her neck.

I felt her tighten instantaneously, and her pussy seemed to get even wetter as I drilled my cock into her with harder, quicker thrusts.  Mila reached down and rubbed her clit, and Kristen’s muscles contracted once more, though my thrusts came easy thanks to the insane amount of juice that was dripping from her pussy.

“Harder,” Kristen moaned.  She was looking at Jameela but I had a sneaking suspicion that she was talking to me as well.  And possibly Mila too.

Whoever she was talking to, all three of us answered the call.  Jameela choked her with greater exertion, slightly muffling Kristen’s moans as they continued to pour from her lips.  Mila rubbed harder at the nub of her clit, tightening her pussy like she was turning a lever.  And I tightened my grip on her legs, pinning them firmly against my chest as I went in hard on her dripping wet pussy, pounding with little restraint.

“You gonna cum?  Huh?” Jameela asked her, clenching her throat with so much force that Kristen could barely answer.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how she hadn’t already, and if she didn’t cum soon, I was gonna beat her to it.  My cock was throbbing intensely, my balls growing and swelling and churning as they slapped against her taint. 

Kristen’s eyes rolled into her head, her face turning red as Jameela’s grip deprived her brain of oxygen. 

“Yes!  Cum for us,” Jameela exclaimed.  “Cum on that fucking cock.”

One more thrust and Kristen obliged her.  Her pussy gripped me extra tight as a rush of fluid surged from within her, dousing my cock as I sheathed it inside her.  That was more than enough to set me off and I fired back at her twice as hard, unleashing a tidal wave of piping hot semen that flooded into Kristen’s womb.  Her features skewed as she took my load, contorting in all manner of ways as I filled her pussy to the brim.  She tried to moan but the sound was blocked by Jameela’s hand, Mila’s fingers still rubbing her clit as the feeling gripped her and didn’t let go.  Her pussy was clenching and gripping my shaft, squeezing every inch of it and forcing out more of my cum. 

I must have cum for close to a minute, another warm spurt shooting out from the tip with every clench of Kristen’s muscles.  Finally she reached her peak and her grip on me began to subside, allowing me to slowly withdraw as Mila and Jameela both crawled towards me.  With the girls now flanking me from either side, I prised my tip from Kristen’s pussy, stepping down from the bed as they both moved in. 

Cum dripped out from Kristen’s pussy which was quickly gathered by Jameela’s tongue.  She pulled my cum back into her mouth, sharing it with Mila as the two of them kissed then moved back up towards the headboard.  Kristen parted her lips, catching all the cum in her mouth as they fed it to her one by one, wrapping things up with a threeway kiss. 

“Phew!  I think she needed that,” Jameela declared, grinning as she licked her lips. 

“How can you tell?” Mila laughed back.

“Just an inkling,” Jameela replied, and the two of them shared a giggle. 

Of course we didn’t leave it there, and things started up again shortly after that.  First I put Kristen back down on the floor, reaffixing her cuffs and blindfold.  Jameela and Mila started out on the bed while I used Kristen’s mouth to warm myself up.  I left Kristen there as I joined her friends, and once I’d fucked the pair of them twice, we invited her to join us. 

The girls passed out as soon as I came, so I went to my bedroom to get some sleep.  Our guests were gone by the time I woke up, and Kristen and I took a shower together then went to fix some breakfast.  Once we’d eaten, Kristen went upstairs to get herself ready, while I went to my room to gather my things.  It was time to go down to the basement.

END

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Part Two

Starring: Kristen Bell and Justine Lupe

I took a shower when I got to my room and picked out something to wear, opting for a plain white button down, a black pair of suit pants and a brown pair of brogues.  I packed a few items into a gym bag and switched on the TV to kill some time.  Kristen texted me when she was ready and I went to her room to fetch her.  I knocked on the door and Kristen answered it, wearing an outfit that, if I had only had one word to describe it, I would say was minimalist.  And if I had two words, I’d say it was almost non-existent. 

She was wearing a faux-leather open cup body harness with matching cuffs that clipped to her hips, leaving her tits and pussy completely exposed.  If not for the latex stockings and black stiletto heels she was wearing, her outfit would have covered about five percent of her skin.  Blonde hair dangled over her shoulders and she wore dark mascara, black nail varnish and a black coat of lipstick, perfectly complimenting her choice of attire.

“This is what you’re wearing for me, huh?” I asked, approaching Kristen as she stood by the bed.

“Yes, Daddy,” Kristen said.  “I hope you like it.”

“I do,” I said as I slid a hand in between her thighs, touching her pussy which was already wet.  “Very…easy access.”

Kristen grinned as I set my bag down on the bedroom floor.  I placed a finger underneath her chin and left a little peck on her lips.  I cuffed her wrists to the sides of her harness then opened my bag, removing a collar and leash.  I fastened the collar around Kristen’s neck, attaching the leash to a ring at the front. 

I picked up my bag and started walking, telling her to follow as I led her across the room and out into the hallway.  Kristen followed closely behind as I wandered slowly to the end of the hall, opening the door that led to the basement.  I led her down the stairs and stopped, fetching a blindfold from inside my bag and putting it over her eyes.  I’d installed some new units since Kristen’s last visit and I wanted them to be a surprise. 

I opened the basement door and switched on the lights, leading Kristen inside.  I walked us in a few feet then stopped, telling Kristen to get down on her knees.  Kristen did so without hesitation, planting her knees on the cold stone floor and awaiting further instructions.  At first I simply stood in front, the rapidly growing bulge in my pants just a matter of inches from Kristen’s face.  I tightened my grip on Kristen’s leash, wrapping it around my fist then tugging it sharply, pulling her into my crotch.  Kristen gave a tiny gasp then her face lit up with excitement as she felt my cock press against her face. 

“You want that?” I asked her.

“Mmhmm,” Kristen moaned, rubbing her cheek up against my cock, like a cat that wanted affection. 

I moved my hand back behind her head, spinning the collar around until the leash was at the back of her neck.  Then I pulled it hard, the collar digging into Kristen’s throat as I pulled her head back a couple of inches. 

“Beg for it,” I said, pulling the leash back gently as I tightened my grip on her throat.  “Show me how bad you want it.”

“Please, Daddy,” Kristen begged.  “Please can I suck your cock?”

I span the collar back around to its previous position, giving the leash another sharp yank as I pulled her face back against my cock. 

“Stick your tongue out.”

Kristen did so, pressing her tongue against my cockhead. 

“Lick.  Slowly.”

Keeping my grip on the leash, I pulled Kristen’s head up slowly, feeling her tongue brush over my pants as she ran it up the length of my shaft.  I kept her there for several seconds, her nose pressed against my belt as she left a few kisses on the base of my shaft.  I was ready to whip my cock out and have her blow me right there, when a brand new piece of equipment caught my eye from across the room. 

“Come with me,” I said, loosening my grip on her leash as I pulled my cock back from Kristen’s face.

I unhooked the cuffs from Kristen’s hips and she followed behind on her hands and knees as I walked her across to the new installation.  My newest unit was pretty no frills: a simple metal frame, just over waist height, with two bars either side, another going across the top, and two more on the ground to keep it sturdy.  It looked kind of like a hockey goal but without the netting behind it.  Affixed to the bars in various positions were metal rings for attaching things to, and there was black rug on the floor underneath it, giving Kristen something soft to kneel on.

I walked around behind the new unit and put her in position, in between the two side bars and underneath the top one.  I squatted behind her, lifting an arm and cuffing her wrist with a thick steel handcuff that was hooked to the left bar.  I did the same with Kristen’s right arm then fetched two thin chains from a nearby cabinet, attaching them to hooks on the bottom bars and then to the clips at the sides of her harness. 

“That OK?” I asked her.

“Yes, Daddy,” Kristen replied.

I fetched two more chains from the cabinet and moved around in front of her.  Attached to each one was a small metal clamp, and I affixed the first to one of her nipples.  Her dark lips parted and a gentle hissed spilled out from between them as the clamp pinched tight around Kristen’s nipple.  I affixed the other to her remaining breast then stood up slowly.  I wrapped the chains around the top bar then slowly pulled them down, watching as they lost their slack.  The chains pulled taut and Kristen uttered a louder hiss as the clamps began to tug at her nipples, pulling them up just a little as the clamps pinched at the sensitive nubs, turning them a deep shade of red.  I waited a few seconds to see if she used her safeword, but when she didn’t, I clipped the chains around the top bar, securing them both in place. 

I took a step back, admiring my handiwork as I began to remove my belt.  Kristen gave an excited moan as she heard it unbuckle, which only got louder as I unzipped my pants.  I kicked my shoes off and let my pants fall down to my ankles, pulling them off along with my socks, a shudder passing through me as my bare feet touched down on the ground.  Basement floors are always cold, even in California.  I removed my shirt then piled my clothes up and left them on top of the cabinet. 

My cock was already rock hard as I stepped in front of Kristen, pointing the tip at her jet black lips. 

“Open your mouth,” I curtly instructed, and as per usual, Kristen obeyed me, parting her lips as wide as she could.  “Tongue out.”

Kristen’s tongue came slithering out, flicking up and down with ardent enthusiasm, searching for something to lick.  I took a step forward, gripping my cock at the base as I closed the gap between us.  Kristen found what she was looking for, lapping at the slit with the tip of her tongue, a little ‘mmm’ escaping her lips as she scooped up the precum that was already pooling there. 

I gripped the bar above Kristen’s head, pushing myself forward and into her mouth.  Kristen kept her tongue poked out, gently lapping at the underside as I pushed my cock in further, feeding her the first few inches.  Her top lip closed around my shaft and she started to suck me as I thrusted slowly, drawing my dick back out to the tip then pushing it back inside.  Kristen kept sucking me harder and harder, her moans getting louder with every inch that I pushed inside her. 

I felt my tip slide past her tonsils and I thrusted harder as I reached her throat, pushing my cock inside it.  Kristen started gagging slightly and I looked to her hands to check for signals, an indication that she wanted to stop.  There weren’t any; Kristen was clutching the bars either side, knuckles turning white as I thrusted hard into her open mouth, sinking deeper with every pass.

As my cock slid down to the base, I removed a hand from the metal bar and grabbed the back of her head, pressing her against my abs.  I kept her there for several seconds, feeling her tongue brush against my balls as she held me in her mouth and throat.  I released my grip on the back of her head and my cock made a hasty retreat, popping free from between her lips. 

Kristen gasped for air, little black tears trickling out from underneath her blindfold and running down her flushed red cheeks.  Most of her lipstick had been rubbed off and as I looked at my cock, a dark ring had been left at the base, along with a layer of spit that coated every inch of it. 

I gripped my cock and started stroking it, angling it up as I moved back in, steering my balls towards Kristen’s mouth.  I rested my cock against Kristen’s face as I pushed a ball in between her lips, letting her suck it ‘til I popped it free and replaced it with the other.  By the time she was done, both my nuts were as wet as my dick. 

Pulling back slowly, I dragged my cockhead over Kristen’s face; over her blindfold, past her nose and down towards her lips.  She kept them parted as I reached her mouth, slotting my cock in between her lips and sinking it inside her slow and deep.  I pushed my dick in ‘til it vanished from sight then slowly started fucking her mouth, drawing my cock back out to the tip then pushing it back in with deep yet gentle thrusts.

I kept that up for quite some time, pumping back and forth inside Kristen’s mouth until my dick started throbbing, begging for something more. 

“You want me to fuck you now?” I asked her, plucking my cock from between her lips so Kristen could respond.

“Yes, Daddy,” Kristen purred.  “Please can you fuck me with your perfect cock?”

I loosened the chains from around the top bar, removing the clamps from Kristen’s nipples.  I uncuffed her wrists then unhooked the chains from Kristen’s harness, taking her leash in my hand as I led her out from under the unit.

I knew exactly where to take her next, and Kristen crawled obediently behind me as I led her across the room.  The next unit was one of her favourites.  Compared to some others, the design was simple: a basic wooden chest with rings on the sides for rope or cuffs, but it had undergone some recent changes.  A long oak beam had been attached to the edge, extending out on either side, equipped with rings for more intricate tying.  And to top things off, I’d surrounded the chest with six wax candles, standing on holders of various heights.

I led Kristen across to the chest and ordered her onto her feet.  Kristen stood and I moved her into position, guiding her down onto the unit.  Her ass touched down on the padded surface and I laid her back across the chest.  A groove had been cut into the wooden beam and that part of it was padded so whoever was using it could rest their head.  Kristen’s head nestled into the groove as I went to fetch the ropes, hanging from hooks on a nearby wall.  The sequence I had planned was quite complex so it would require several lengths.

I took ahold of Kristen’s wrist and pulled her arm out to her side.  I threaded a rope through a ring at the end of the beam, wrapping it around it several times then tying it to Kristen’s wrist.  I did the same with her other arm then fetched another rope, telling Kristen to spread her legs.  She did so, lifting her feet off the floor and stretching her legs out as wide as she could.  I tied two ropes around her ankles then another around each of her knees.  The final rope went around her neck, threaded through holes drilled into the beam and tied in a knot at the back of it.  I didn’t tie as tight as the others, but enough for her to feel it.

By the time I was done, Kristen could barely move.  Her legs were spread as wide as can be, with her asshole and pussy hanging over the edge and her stilettos pointing at opposing walls.  Her back was flush against the padded surface, with her head propped up by the beam underneath it, her torso nice and flat. 

With Kristen in place, I fetched a lighter from a nearby cabinet and started to light the candles.    Kristen’s face lit up as she smelt them; she’d requested them specifically.  Once they were lit, I crossed the room and turned the lights off.  Though they had a practical use, the candles had really heightened the mood, giving the scene an almost gothic atmosphere, something akin to a seance or some kind of cultic ritual.  Kristen’s outfit only and her trussed up position only served to strengthen this vibe.

I returned to the unit and fetched two clothespins from the cabinet to add the finishing touch.  I knelt behind Kristen, leaning over her as I opened a pin and affixed it to one of her breasts.

“Ahhh!” Kristen hissed, sucking air through her teeth as the pin closed tight around her nipple.

I did the same to her other breast then moved around in front of her, kneeling on the basement floor with my head in between her legs.  I placed my hands on her tight, toned ass, gripping both cheeks as I spread them apart, pressing my tongue against Kristen’s pussy.  I dragged it slowly across her slit, licking up the juices that had coated both her lips.  I moved my tongue to Kristen’s clit and started to lap at it slowly, licking around it in a circular motion.  Her clit was throbbing and moans started pouring from between her lips as my tongue spun around it, twisting this way and that. 

“Mmm, yes, Daddy.  Lick my pussy.”

I peeled my tongue from Kristen’s clit, slipping two fingers in between my lips and wetting them both with spittle.  I rubbed the tips against Kristen’s slit then pushed them both inside her, feeling how wet she was as I curled them up inside her pussy and tried to find her g-spot.  I did so quickly, massaging it deftly with the tips of my fingers as I returned my tongue to the nub of her clit, swirling around it in concentric circles. 

I looked up at Kristen as I ate her pussy, mouth hanging open as her moans got louder, echoing through the basement.  Kristen tightened her grip on the ropes, to the point that I could hear them creaking, looking like they could snap in two.  I could feel her muscles tightening, squeezing my fingers as I kept them inside her, stimulating her deepest parts.  Kristen was teetering right at the edge and a few more licks would have tipped her over.  But if she thought I was gonna let her have it that easy, Kristen had another thing coming. 

I swirled my tongue around a few more times then abruptly peeled it from the nub of her clit, plucking my fingers from inside her pussy.  Her head shot up in an instant and Kristen’s blindfold wasn’t enough to hide the pained expression that had stretched across her face. 

“Oh, fuck!  No!  No, keep going!  Please!” she begged, sounding increasingly desperate.

This was typical of Kristen.  She’d beg and plead for me to make her cum, but the longer I teased her and made her wait, the more she loved it when I finally caved. 

I stood up quickly and grabbed my cock, pressing the tip against Kristen’s pussy.  Any further begs were quickly cut off as I gripped a strap on Kristen’s harness and shoved my cock into her pussy. 

“OHHH, YES!” Kristen moaned and her head fell back onto the padded beam as I pushed my cock in the rest of the way, feeling my balls press against her asshole as I sheathed myself inside her. 

Keeping my cock inside her pussy, I reached across for the nearest candle and held it over Kristen’s torso.  I tipped the candle down slowly, watching as drops of melted wax poured down onto Kristen’s stomach.

“AHHH!” she yelped, startled by the sudden pain.

Muscles flexed all over her body and I felt her pussy immediately tighten as the wax dripped down towards the sides of her body, starting to solidify and leaving red patterns over Kristen’s skin.  I pulled my cock back slowly, feeling her muscles grip every inch like her pussy was trying to trap me.  I kept it there for a couple of seconds, partly teasing Kristen and partly ‘cause I was stunned by how wet she’d left my cock.  Kristen had been wet already but the introduction of wax into proceedings had added a whole new level of moisture, to the point that my cock was literally shining.

I took a few moments to take it all in then pushed it back inside her, dripping more wax onto Kristen’s body as soon as I hit her cervix.

“MMM!” Kristen moaned, a little more subdued this time, now that the shock had begun to wear off.

This one was a little bit higher; an inch or so above her navel, and again it ran down the sides of her body, leaving red marks on Kristen’s ribcage.  The spot on her body may have been different but Kristen’s reaction was exactly the same.  Her muscles tensed, her pussy gripping me and not letting go as I pulled my cock back out the tip, driving back in as I dripped more wax onto Kristen’s skin. 

I kept that up for the next few minutes, fucking her pussy at an agonising pace as I continued to douse her body with wax, sinking to the base each time I did so.  I left a few more drops on Kristen’s stomach then moved across to the insides of her legs, dropping wax just above each knee which dripped from the top of her stockings and down towards her pussy.  Then I moved up to her chest.  I used my free hand to remove the clothespins, drawing the loudest moan so far as I dripped some wax onto Kristen’s tits, stinging her already sore nipples. 

After that, use of the wax became much more sporadic as I started to fuck her faster, dripping it down every five or six thrusts.  Kristen’s moans grew louder and shriller, and she gripped onto the ropes once more as I pounded her pussy with rough, hard thrusts.  I gave a few more then suddenly stopped, prompting an agonised groan from Kristen as I pried my cock from the grip of her pussy.  I put the candle back into its holder then rifled through the nearby cabinet, swiftly retrieving a cordless Hitachi.  I returned to Kristen and pushed back inside her, drawing an excited moan as I switched the toy onto its lowest setting, a faint hum now filling the basement. 

I pushed my cock back into her pussy and pressed the toy against Kristen’s clit.  Gentle moans spilled forth from her lips and I felt her muscles start tightening around me as I started to pump into Kristen’s pussy.  I started slowly but gathered momentum, matching my speed to the force of the toy as I turned the power up notch by notch.  The rhythmic hum got steadily louder and Kristen’s moans increased as well, like she was trying to be heard over the sounds of the toy. 

By the time I’d turned it halfway up, Kristen’s pussy was gripping me tight, soaking my cock in waves of fluid each time I thrust inside her.  Another two notches and her toes started curling, her legs shaking as much as they could as the ropes held them in place.  Her abs were rippling underneath the coat of wax and I could see her biceps flex and stiffen as she gripped her ropes as hard as she could. 

By the time the toy hit maximum power, I wasn’t holding back in the slightest, railing into Kristen’s pussy with very little self-control.  Kristen’s moans had turned into screams, drowning out the sounds of the toy as it buzzed against her pussy, doing so with so much force that I could feel the vibrations inside her.  My cock was throbbing incessantly, balls swelling as they swung back and forth, begging to be emptied inside her. 

But tempting though that might have been, I wasn’t ready to make her cum yet.  And dumping a massive load in her pussy would definitely have done that.  Instead, I pulled the toy from her clit, setting it down beside her as I plucked my cock from Kristen’s pussy. 

“FUUUCCCKKK!!!  NOOOOOO!!!” Kristen screamed.  “PUT IT BACK IN!  PUT IT BACK IN!”

I ignored her, gripping my cock and stroking it hard as I pointed the tip at Kristen’s stomach.  A couple of jerks and my cock exploded.  I fired over Kristen’s tummy, criss-crossing the strips of wax and coating her skin in another thick substance that was probably even hotter.  She was still lamenting her stolen climax, but I could tell from the smile that formed on her lips that she loved the feeling of my cum on her stomach. 

I took a couple of seconds to recover then started untying her legs.  Kristen put her feet back down on the floor as I walked around to the top of the chest and untied her left arm.  As I loosened the rope from around her throat, Kristen reached down and touched her stomach, smearing my cum across her skin.  With four of her fingers now covered in spunk, Kristen reached down in between her legs.  I watched as I untied her right arm, enjoying the sight of her rubbing her clit, using my cum as lube. 

“Sit up,” I said and Kristen did so, raising her back off the padded surface and perching on the edge of the chest.

I walked around from behind the chest and stood in front of Kristen.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered sternly, and again she did as instructed, opening up those perfect lips.  “Suck the tip.”

She closed her lips around the ridge of my crown, moaning appreciatively as she sucked out the rest of my cum.  I plucked my cock from between her lips and ordered her onto her knees.  Kristen knelt on the basement floor as I went to turn the lights back on, blowing out the remaining candles.  Grabbing her leash, Kristen crawled behind me as I led her towards the next unit: a simple pair of velcro cuffs that hung on chains from the ceiling. 

I stopped by the unit and told her to stand.  The unit was designed for someone taller so I fetched a block for Kristen to stand on.  I took her hand and helped her onto it then told her to raise her arms.  I affixed the cuffs to both her wrists, then went to a rack on the nearest wall and selected something from it.  A black leather flogger, another of Kristen’s requests.

I returned to the unit and stood in front of Kristen, the handle clasped in one of my hands as I held the tassels with the other.  I pulled back the tassels as hard as I could, letting them go without any warning and flinging them at Kristen’s stomach.  The sound it made nearly burst my eardrums, a * CRACK * so loud that it echoed through the basement and probably found its way upstairs. 

“AHHH!” Kristen yelped as the leather tassels struck her skin, knocking off a clump of wax. 

I waited for the safeword and when it didn’t come, I gave three more to Kristen’s stomach, flogging off the remaining wax and leaving her midriff burning red.  Then I moved up higher, drawing the tassels back like a slingshot and propelling them forward into Kristen’s chest.  Between the nipple clamps, the clothespins and the drops of wax, Kristen’s tits had seen a lot of action.  So when the tassels struck her chest, she practically screamed at the top of her lungs, filling the basement with a high-pitched sound that was two parts pleasure and one part pain.  Or maybe it was the other way around. 

I struck her chest a few more times then moved down to her thighs.  By the time I was done with Kristen’s front, all the wax had been flogged from her body.  I moved around behind her, hitting the flogger against the backs of her thighs and then moving up to her ass, each hit drawing a very sharp * CRACK * and a throaty moan from Kristen. 

I finished off with Kristen’s back, setting the flogger aside as I moved back around in front of her.  I put a finger underneath her chin and leaned in to kiss her.  Kristen kissed back needily, letting me know that she wanted more.

“Did you like that?” I asked her, turning Kristen’s face to the side so I could speak straight into her ear.

“Yes, Daddy,” Krisen moaned.

“Do you want my cock now?”

“Yes, Daddy.  I want to feel you inside me.”

I didn’t answer with words, simply moving my hands to the backs of her thighs and hoisting her into the air.  I grabbed my cock and pointed it up, and was about to lower her onto it when I had a change of heart.  I moved my hands to the small of her back and pushed her even higher, resting her thighs on top of my shoulders as I held her up six feet from the ground. 

“OH!” Kristen yelped, gripping the chains to hold herself up.

She needn’t have bothered.  Usually this position would require assistance (read my Gemma Chan story and you’ll see what I mean), but Kristen is so small and weighs so little that I could hold her up all by myself.  I moved my hands in between her shoulders, taking the strain of Kristen’s arms as I poked my tongue out from between my lips and steered it straight to her pussy. 

I started by licking up and down her slit.  Unsurprisingly, she was soaking wet.  With the combination of Hitachi, flogger and, of course, my cock, that was pretty inevitable.  I licked all the moisture from Kristen’s pussy then moved up to her clit, licking at it sharply with swift, hard flicks of my tongue.  Kristen tipped her head back, long blonde hair dangling down towards the floor as she started moaning loudly.  I couldn’t see her face, of course, but I could picture her expression: one of pure, unadulterated lust, her skin bright red as blood rushed to her head, even more than it already was.

I felt her thighs start flexing around me, the pointed heels of her black stilettos rubbing against my back.  Her pussy started leaking profusely, and I could feel her wetness coating my chin as I licked her clit with force and precision.  Kristen threw her head back up, doing so with so much force that I’m surprised she didn’t give herself whiplash.  I was right about her facial expression; she looked like she was about to explode.  A few more licks and she probably would have.  But I had other ideas.

Kristen released her grip on the chains, reaching down to grab my head as if she’d just read my mind.  Flexing my neck muscles, I lifted my head from between her legs, even as she tried to push me back down.  She pressed down hard on the top of my head, finally giving in with an exasperated groan.

“NOOO-HO-HOOOOOO!!!”

She sounded like she was going to cry.

I pushed one of her legs up over my head then let her down slowly, moving my hands to the backs of her thighs.  Holding her up with a single hand, I let the chains do most of the work as I grabbed my cock and pointed it upwards.  Slotting the tip into Kristen’s pussy, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down sharply, impaling her pussy on my big, fat cock.

“Oh my GOD!” Kristen yelled, hair spilling down as she threw her head back, screaming towards the basement ceiling.

I lifted her back up then did it again, pulling her down with dominant force and burying myself inside her.  Soon my arms were getting quite the workout as I lifted and dropped the pint-size blonde, dragging her up to the tip of my shaft then pulling her straight back down.  Kristen moaned with every pass, gripping the chains as they jangled above her, going slack as I lifted her up then pulling tight as I dropped her back down. 

“UH!  UH!  UH!” Kristen exclaimed, her moans broken up by deafening claps as her perky ass smacked into my pelvis, each sound louder than the one that preceded it. 

I kept that up ‘til my arms got tired, then moved my hands to the backs of her thighs, holding her in place as I started thrusting.  Her head returned to its normal position and Kristen started  moaning louder as I pumped my hips with little restraint, drilling my cock into her tight pink pussy. 

“Ohhh, fuck!  YES!” Kristen moaned.  “Yes, yes, yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!”

Kristen tightened her grip on the chains, pulling at them sharply like she was trying to snap them off.  She clearly wanted to use her hands and I gave a brief thought to unfastening her cuffs, just to see what she would do with them.  Pull me in for a kiss?  Drag them down my chest?  Or just reach down and start rubbing her clit?  I figured it was probably all three, but the question would remain unanswered as Kristen’s hands stayed right where they were, clasping tight to the jangling chains as I drove my cock into her perfect pussy, as hard as I could in the awkward position. 

I moved my hands up over her ass and wrapped my arms around the small of her back, pulling her closer and holding her against me as my thrusts turned short and sharp.  Kristen’s moans increased in volume, even though she was getting less dick, and I felt her pussy start tightening around me as muscles tensed all over her body. 

She was getting close but once again I left her hanging.  Literally, in fact, as I pulled out of her pussy and took a step back, leaving her dangling for a couple of seconds before she put her feet on the floor.  She yelled in frustration, following it up with a yelp of pain as I picked up the flogger, hitting it hard against Kristen’s stomach.  I flogged her again across the tops of her thighs, then once more across the chest. 

I put the flogger back down and removed the cuffs from Kristen’s wrists.  Kristen’s hands went straight for my cock, like she was trying to seize it and shove it back inside her.  She didn’t get a chance to, ‘cause the second her fingers curled around my shaft, I grabbed her wrists and pulled them sharply, holding them down by her sides. 

“Get down on your knees,” I ordered sternly.

I circled behind her as she knelt on the floor, fetching a silk tie and binding her wrists together.  I walked back around in front of her, lifting my cock up as I moved in closer, resting it against her face.  My balls were pressed against Kristen’s mouth, and she immediately took one in between her lips, sucking on it for a fraction of a second before I took it away from her.

“Hey!” I snapped, loudly enough to make her flinch.  “Did I say you could do that?”

“No, sir,” she responded meekly.

“No, I didn’t, did I?  You don’t do anything unless I tell you.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Kristen said.  She tried to keep a straight face, but a subtle smile played across her lips, telling me how much this was turning her on. 

“Good,” I said, then placed my cock back against her face.

My shaft was pressed right against her nose, and I could see her nostrils flaring as the smell of my cock flooded directly into them. 

“You like that smell?” I asked her.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“What does it smell like?”

“It smells like my pussy.”

“Oh, yeah?  And why’s that?”

“‘Cause you just fucked me really fucking hard.”

“Yeah, you like it like that, don’t you?  You like getting fucked really hard.”

Kristen nodded.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

She nodded again.  I reached back behind and gripped her hair, pulling her head back sharply. 

“Tell me,” I snapped.  “Tell me whose slut you are.”

“I’m your slut, Daddy.  I’m your little fucking slut.”

“Yes, you are.  And what happens to little sluts like you when they don’t do what they’re told?”

“They get punished,” Kristen said.

“That’s correct,” I said with a grin.  “Now come with me.”

And with that I grabbed onto Kristen’s leash, turning on my heels as I led her across to the final unit.  A new installation, this one had been designed for a very specific purpose: spanking.  It consisted of a bench, four feet long, with a foot high bump somewhere in the middle that raised the woman’s ass up.  It had leather cuffs attached to one end and a pair on the legs at the opposite side. 

I stood Kristen up and helped her onto the bench.  Laying on her stomach, the bump served its intended purpose, raising her ass to the perfect height.  The bench ended at just below her shoulders with her arms and head hanging over the edge.  I attached the cuffs to Kristen’s ankles, which held her lower legs a shoulders’ width apart.  Then I moved to the opposite end, cuffing her wrists to the table legs.  Finally, to wrap things up, I turned the collar around her neck so the ring was at the back of it, then clipped it to a chain that hung from the ceiling, keeping her head raised and choking her ever so slightly. 

Once I had her locked in position, I moved around to the side of the bench.  There was a rack on a nearby wall, holding various implements.  Floggers, paddles, canes etc.  I stood before it as I scanned the items, considering each one in turn.  Finally I landed on a faux leather riding crop, one of Kristen’s favourites.  I took it from the rack and turned back towards her, clasping the handle in a tightly clenched fist as I rested the shaft against Kristen’s ass.

“Mmm,” she moaned, giving her butt an excited wiggle when she realised what was pressing against it.

I lifted it slowly, holding it steady for a couple of seconds then whipping it straight back down.  There was an audible swish as the narrow shaft cut the through the air, followed by a deafening * CRACK * as it struck both of Kristen’s buttocks.

“AHHH!!!” she yelped as I pulled it back up, revealing the thin but dark red line that the crop had left on her ass. 

I moved the riding crop six inches over, bringing it down sharply and striking her again, this time on the tops of her thighs.  She shrieked again, louder this time as the crop left a second red mark that matched the first one perfectly.  I left another just above her knees, then completed the sequence again, striking Kristen once on the ass then twice on the backs of her thighs.  By the time I was done, the skin between knees and hips was patterned with red and white stripes.

I moved around to the front of the bench, taking the riding crop with me as I stepped in front of Kristen.  Squatting down, I gripped the chain above her head and pulled it sharply upwards, tightening the collar around Kristen’s throat.  I didn’t do it particularly hard, but it was definitely enough for her to feel it.

“Do you want to suck my cock?” I asked her.

Kristen nodded.

“Tell me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Kristen said, her voice a little croaky.  “I want to suck your cock.”

“Good girl,” I said, releasing the chain as I rose to my feet, gripping my cock at the base.  “Now open that mouth up for me.”

Kristen did so, parting her lips in anticipation.

“Show me your tongue.”

Once again she did as I told her, poking her tongue out as far as she could.

“Lick,” I said as I pushed myself forward, pressing my slit against the tip of her tongue.

Kristen lapped at the tip of my prick, tasting the juices that coated every inch of my shaft.

“You like how that tastes?” I asked her.

“Mmhmm,” she said as she kept on licking, scooping up the precum that had formed inside my slit. 

I moved my hand to the top of my shaft and pulled it out of Kristen’s reach.

“Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it, Daddy.  I love how my pussy tastes off your cock.”

I pulled my cock right back to my stomach and held the tip with one of the fingers.  I held it there for several seconds then finally released it, flinging it forward into Kristen’s face. 

“Mmm,” she purred, smiling excitedly as she felt its weight slap against her delicate features.

“Tongue out,” I said as I pushed in closer, pressing my balls against Kristen’s mouth.

Kristen’s tongue poked out from her lips and she guided it straight to my balls, licking them with immediate vigour.  I placed a hand at the back of her head and moved my cock down slowly, Kristen’s tongue pressing against the underside as I dragged it across her face.  I dragged it down to Kristen’s mouth then pushed the tip inside it, placing a hand at the back of her head as I fed it to her inch by inch.  She gagged a little as I went in deeper, a fresh pair of inky black tears trickling out from beneath her blindfold as I pushed my cockhead past her tonsils, closing in on the back of her throat. 

Another two inches and Kristen choked, her face turning red as my cockhead sat in the entrance to her gullet, blocking off her airways and forcing her to breathe through her nose. 
With her hands cuffed to the table, a blindfold over her eyes and speech obviously out of the question, she could give no signal that she wanted me to stop, so I had to check for signs of resistance.  I could feel a little in Kristen’s throat but it could’ve just been her gag reflex.  She was pretty well trained when it came to deepthroating but it did still kick in every once and while. 

I released my grip on the back of her head to see if she tried to pull it back.  But when she didn’t, I gripped it even tighter than before as I pushed my cock in the rest of the way, feeling my balls press against her chin as my cock disappeared from view.  Looking down, all I could see was Kristen’s blonde hair as I pushed her face up against my stomach.  I held her there for a close to a minute, keeping my grip on the back of her head as I picked up the riding crop, leaning forward as I lifted it high.  I brought it back down with venomous force, drawing another ear-splitting * CRACK * as it smacked down hard onto Kristen’s ass.

“UHHH!!!” Kristen shrieked, her voice almost entirely blocked as I lifted the crop once more.

A fresh red line had been left on her ass, bisecting the others that I’d left there earlier.  I moved the crop to her other cheek, striking that one too before I pulled my cock back slowly, popping it free from between her lips.  I gave her a moment to catch her breath then shoved it straight back in.  I sunk back down to the base of the shaft, holding it there as I leaned forward, striking both her cheeks again. 

I repeated the process two more times then retrieved my cock from Kristen’s throat, my shaft rock hard and dripping with spit.  I moved around to the back of the bench and climbed onto the padded surface, kneeling in between her legs.  I gripped my cock at the base of the shaft, pressing the tip against her pussy.  Kristen’s slit was soaking wet, which along the saliva coating my shaft, made slipping inside her incredibly easy.  One slight push and I was sheathed to the base. 

“Mmmmmm, yes,” she moaned out softly, her pussy immediately tightening around me as soon as I touched her cervix. 

Grabbing onto Kristen’s ass, I started to work my cock back slowly.  The sudden grip of Kristen’s pussy meant that pulling back out was a lot more taxing than putting it in.  But nevertheless it felt amazing and the way her muscles clenched it tight had me throbbing in a matter of moments.  I worked my cock back out the tip, noting that a layer of wetness had been added to the spit that was already covering it. 

I moved my hands up to Kristen’s hips, gripping them hard as I started thrusting.  I went at her hard right out of the gate, pulling back out to the ridge of my crown then slamming back in with potent force, going balls deep each time.  Kristen moaned as she took each thrust, her groans interspersed by a series of claps as my pelvis smacked against her peach-shaped ass. 

Her cheeks were still red from her earlier spanking, and they only got redder as I released my grip on Kristen’s hips, lifting my hands up into the air and smacking them down onto Kristen’s ass. 

“AHHH!!!” she yelped, still reeling from the previous smack as I lifted my hands up and did it again, leaving behind a pair of hand prints. 

“Yeah, you like that, Kristen?” I asked her, already knowing the answer.  The way she tightened each time I did it told me all I needed to know.  “You like it when I spank you like that?”

“I love it, Daddy!” Kristen yelled back.  “Spank me like the slut I am!”

I was happy to oblige her, smacking each of her cheeks individually then both of them together.  I moved my hands back onto her hips and went in hard with a series of thrusts, feeling her body squirm underneath me as she took the rigorous pounding.  Kristen threw her head back sharply, pulling at the chain hanging down from the ceiling as her moans got louder, reverberating off the basement walls. 

“Ohhh, GOOODDD!!!  I need it so bad!”

“What?” I asked her, smacking her ass.  “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to cum!” she screamed, her voice almost cracking.  “I need to cum on your cock!”

“Beg,” I said, stopping my thrusts as I pulled my cock back, leaving just the tip inside her.

“PLEASE!”

“More,” I responded, drilling into her pussy with one hard thrust then pulling back out to the tip. 

“PLEASE!!!” she repeated, louder this time.

“More!” I said again, making her asscheeks jiggle as I rammed back in with another hard thrust. 

“PLEASE, DADDY!  PLEASE!  PLEASE CAN I CUM ON YOUR COCK!”

This time I didn’t respond, simply grabbing the chain above Kristen’s head and pulling it sharply as I railed into her pussy with a flurry of deep, hard thrusts.  It didn’t take many to finish her off. 

“OHHH, FUUUCCCKKK!!! YEEESSSSSS!!!” Kristen screamed, her voice slightly muffled as I choked her with the collar.

Her muscles gripped me extra tight as juices gushed from Kristen’s pussy, dousing my shaft as I rammed it in deep, burying it inside her one last time.  My cockhead pressed against her cervix, throbbing against it as I let it all go, shooting my load into Kristen’s pussy. 

“MMM, YES!” Kristen moaned.

Feeling me cum reignited her climax, and her pussy squeezed my cock once more as a second wave shot through her body.  Another thick load shot out from the tip, mixing with the first one as it flooded into Kristen’s womb.  I stayed inside her as her muscles relaxed, breathing heavily as I pulled my cock back out to the tip and plucked it free from Kristen’s pussy.  A wave of spunk came gushing out, dripping from Kristen’s snatch and forming a puddle on the padded surface. 

I climbed down from the bench and moved around behind it, removing the cuffs from Kristen’s ankles.  I moved around in front and grabbed my cock, stepping in front of Kristen and pushing it towards her mouth.  A blob of cum had been left in the tip and Kristen gave an excited moan as she felt my head press against her lips.  She poked her tongue out to try and taste it but I pulled my cock away before she could reach it, her tongue wagging sharply as she lapped at thin air.

“Uh uh,” I teased.  “Haven’t you forgotten something?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Daddy,” Kristen said.  “Thank you for making me cum.”

“And…?”

“And thank you for cumming in me.”

“Are you going to clean up your mess like a good little girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” I said, then pressed my cock back against her lips.

Kristen’s lips slid over my crown and she found the slit with the tip of her tongue, licking out the remaining cum.  I plucked my cock from between her lips and unclipped her collar from the chain above her, grabbing a leash from a nearby cabinet.  I fastened the leash to Kristen’s collar then squatted down to uncuff her wrists.  I pulled at the leash, Kristen turning under my direction as I strolled around the side of the bench. 

Kristen poked her tongue out from between her lips, scooping up some of my cum as she dragged it slowly across the padded surface.  Lifting her head up, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, swallowing my cum in a single gulp then going back for seconds.  A few more licks from Kristen’s tongue and my load had disappeared, the surface so clean you could eat your dinner off it. 

“Good girl,” I said, placing a finger underneath her chin and angling her up to face me, a satisfied grin stretched across that gorgeous face. 

I helped her off the bench, leaving her on the floor as I gathered my clothes then led her towards the basement door.  I unclipped the leash from Kristen’s collar and finally removed her blindfold, telling her to close her eyes so she wasn’t blinded by the basement lights.  We went back upstairs where I rewarded Kristen’s obedience by eating her out in the shower.  Then, after I’d fixed us something to eat, the two of us went back down to the basement where we made good use of the remaining units.  We fucked once more when we went upstairs, finally passing out in the early hours.

Sunday was her final day and to mark the occasion, Kristen had invited another of her friends.  She didn’t tell me who it was or what we’d be doing, but I expected something similar to her first night here, only less planned out and more spontaneous.  But as her friend was due to arrive and we went into the lounge to greet her, Kristen threw me a pretty big curveball.

“This time, I’m in charge.”

Now, this was surprising to say the least.  I never expected Kristen to want to take control of anything, and it made me wonder what it meant for me.  Would it be a full on role-reversal, with Kristen tying me up?  Sucking my dick to the brink of climax then leaving me with blue balls while she ate her friend’s pussy for several hours straight?  Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened to me (see my Ana de Armas and Rosamund Pike story if you’d like to know the details), but something like that happening with Kristen was about the last thing I’d expected.

The doorbell rang moments later, so I didn’t get clarification, but a million thoughts were racing through my mind as Kristen opened the front door, greeting her friend with a hug and a kiss.  Kristen’s friend was Justine Lupe, a tall, sexy blonde, who I immediately recognised from Mrs Maisel and Succession.  Both were dressed similarly, in jeans and a light knit cardigan; Justine’s was black and Kristen’s was yellow. 





Kristen introduced us then I went to fix us all a coffee while the girls took a seat on the couch.  Turns out they’d met on the set of Kristen’s upcoming Netflix show, where Justine plays her sister, so there was a lot of discussion about the shoots and what they thought the show would be like. 

But as we finished our coffees and I opened a pack of cookies that I had in the cupboard, the conversation took an interesting turn.  Turns out their characters in the show co-host a podcast about sex and relationships, and the girls thought it right to share everything about their real life sex lives to help them get into the role.  I’m no critic but I’ve gotta say, that’s the kind of method acting that I can get behind. 

So naturally, Justine was well aware of Kristen’s fetishes and knew all about what went on here.  She even knew what happened on Friday.  I’d noticed that Kristen had been texting someone throughout the weekend (whenever she wasn’t tied up) and assumed it was her husband.  But, well…I guess not.  Anyway, it didn't take long for that to come up and regarding our plans for the rest of the day, Justine had made the same assumption I had.

“So what are we doing today then?” she asked, taking a bite of her cookie.  “More of the same?”

Kristen grinned and looked at me.  “Do you want to tell her or should I?”

I looked at Justine as she hoisted an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Kristen’s words.  “She’s in charge this time.”

“Oh, wow!  Kristen!” said Justine.  She sounded as surprised as I was.  “Damn, girl.  I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I don’t think she does have it in her,” I said with a smirk.

“Me neither,” said Justine and the two of us practically burst out laughing.

Kristen gasped, then scowled at us both.  “Ohh, I’ll show you.  Come with me.”

And with that Kristen rose from her chair, marching defiantly towards my bedroom.  Justine looked at me, trying not to giggle as we both stood up and took off after Kristen.  When we reached my room, Kristen was waiting in the doorway, looking very stern as she ushered us through.  We both went through and Justine slipped off her cardigan, revealing the tight white top that she was wearing underneath.  We stood there waiting as Kristen followed us in, ready our next instructions.  After all, she was in charge.

There’s an ottoman on the far side of the room and Kristen headed straight for that, crossing her legs as she leant back slightly and placed her hands on the leather.  There was a momentary pause while we looked at Kristen, sitting there impatiently like she was expecting us to do something. 

“Well?” she said, staring at us with her eyebrows raised.  “You guys gonna fuck or what?”

Justine and I turned to look at one another, giving a little grin and a shrug as we moved in close and wrapped our arms around each other.  Mine went around the small of her back while Justine’s went around my shoulders, lightly gripping the back of my head as she pulled me in for a kiss.  The kiss was slow but very intense, fraught with passion and heavy on the tongue.  As my hands moved down to Justine’s hips, one of her arms came free from my shoulders and a hand began to touch my chest.

“Yeah, that’s it.  Grab her ass,” Kristen said, clearly aware of where my hands were going next.

I did just that and gripped it hard, squeezing both cheeks through her skin tight jeans.  As Justine and I continued to kiss, her hand moved slowly across my abs, past the beltline and down my crotch.

“Mmm, yes!  Rub his cock,” Kristen encouraged.  “Is he getting hard for you?”

“Mmhmm,” Justine replied and I can confirm that I definitely was.  In fact, I was almost fully erect as Justine started stroking up and down my shaft, moaning slightly as we kissed; she clearly liked the feel of it.

“Take off her shirt,” Kristen said and again I did as instructed.

Peeling my lips away from Justine’s, I grabbed the hem of her tight white top and pulled it up an inch at a time, revealing first her flat, toned midriff, then her perky tits.  She lifted her arms up so I could remove it, then dropped it down onto the floor.  I leaned back in and kissed her neck, feeling a hand return to my cock as I moved down slowly, kissing past her collarbone and down to her lovely chest.  I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, sucking it gently as my eager hands went back to her ass, groping and squeezing with greater exertion.

“Mmm, fuck yeah!” Kristen purred.  “Suck on her titties.”

I continued to do so with ardent enthusiasm, switching to her other breast as Kristen gave out further instructions.

“Open those pants up for me.  I want to see his cock.”

Swirling my tongue around one of her nipples, Justine began to unbuckle my belt, quickly undoing the clasp on my pants and lowering the zipper.  She let my pants fall down to my knees then gripped the waistband of my boxer briefs, pulling those down as well.   My cock was already hard and it got a little stiffer as Justine grabbed it and gave it a stroke, kissing me again as she did so.

“Mm-mm,” said Kristen, “don’t touch it yet.  I want you to tease him a little.”

Justine released her grip on my cock, peeling her lips from mine as she moved down lower, kissing my neck in several places.  Her hands reached up and touched my chest, then started to slowly slide down my body as she left a kiss just below my collarbone.  Justine began to drop down slowly, kissing across my chest as she moved her hand down over my abs, latching onto both my hips. 

I could feel my cock growing steadily harder as her perfect lips pressed against my skin, blazing a trail that traversed my pecs and continued down to my stomach.  By the time she reached the floor, my cock was fully erect, pointing at her gorgeous face as she dropped to her knees before me.  Justine looked up with her big blue eyes, sticking her tongue out from between her lips and pressing the tip against mine.

“Uh uh,” said Kristen.  “Not yet.  Keep teasing him.”

Justine moved her head to the side, kissing my left hip, then moving across the top of my thigh and back towards my pelvis.   

“OK, now you can touch it,” Kristen permitted.  “But only with your lips.”

Turning to the side, Justine pressed her lips to the base of my shaft and began to kiss along the side of it.  My cockhead twitched as she reached the tip, kissing it a couple of times then moving straight back down.

“Ooo, that’s hot,” Kristen purred, leaning forward in her seat a little and running her hands over the tops of her thighs.  “Now use your tongue.”

Justine poked her tongue out and pressed it against the underside, running it along the length of my shaft until she reached the tip.  She dragged her tongue up over my helmet then moved around in front of me, lapping at my winking slit.

“Mmm, yeah, like that,” Kristen said, spreading her legs a little as she moved her hands to the insides of her thighs and dragged them back towards her crotch.  “Can you taste his precum?”

“Mmhmm,” Justine said, wearing a smirk as she used her tongue to encircle my cockhead, swirling around it at an agonising pace. 

“That feel good, Tyler?” Kristen asked me.

“Uh huh,” I moaned back, fighting the urge to grab Justine’s head and push her down onto my cock. 

“You want to feel her mouth on you now?”

“Please,” I said desperately, clenching both my fists.

A grin formed on Kristen’s face; she could see the kind of pain I was in.

“Yeah?” she asked.  “You wanna feel that pretty much on your cock?”

I nodded my head, clamping my eyes shut as an anguished look spread across my face.

“OK.  Go ahead, Justine.”

She didn’t need to tell her twice.  Grabbing my hips, Justine’s lips parted swiftly as she wrapped them around the tip of my cock.  Those gorgeous eyes stared up into mine as Justine started bobbing her head, taking my cock down inch by inch.  She’d barely taken me halfway down when I felt my dick start throbbing, precum leaking from the slit as I felt it move past Justine’s tonsils and towards the back of her throat.  A few more passes and Justine had swallowed the last few inches, my crown pushing down into her gullet as she took me down to the base.  I tipped my head back and moaned towards the ceiling, feeling her tongue lap against the underside as she held me in between her lips. 

She kept me there for several seconds then pulled back to the tip, slowly revealing the thick coat of spittle that her mouth had left behind.  She sucked at my helmet a couple of times, my cockhead twitching in between her lips as she flicked her tongue against the slit.  Justine tightened her grip on my hips, ready to plunge back down to the hilt when Kristen stopped her, calling to her from across the room.

“OK, that’s enough.”

Justine gripped my cock at the base, popping it free from between her lips.

“Come to me,” Kristen added.

I’d been looking at Justine instead of her (for obvious reasons), and not being able to see who Kristen was looking at, I naturally assumed she was talking to me.  I moved away from in front of Justine and started to cross the room, managing only a couple of steps before Kristen quickly stopped me. 

“Uh uh,” she said, shaking her head back and forth.  “Not you.  Her.”

I stopped in my tracks, stepping back towards the bed as Justine stood and moved towards Kristen.  Using a finger to beckon her closer, Kristen stared her down as she crossed the room, reeling her in like a fish.  Justine stopped and stood before her.

“Take off your pants,” Kristen said.

I heard Justine unzip her fly, then arched her back as she pulled her jeans down.  Her pert ass came into view, tightly hugged by a light blue pair of frilly French knickers.  Kristen placed her hands on her hips, and as she reached around to grab her ass, I could hear her kissing some part of her body.  I couldn’t see which part it was, but from the level Kristen’s head was at, I guessed it was Justine’s stomach. 

“Sit,” said Kristen as she peeled her hands from Justine’s ass and patted one of her thighs.

Justine climbed onto the ottoman, stradling Kristen as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders.  Kristen’s arms went around her back, sliding back down towards Justine’s ass as they started making out.  Now, I’d love to give you more info on that but unfortunately I couldn’t see it.  But I got a good view of Justine’s ass as Kristen groped and squeezed it, so not too bad all things considered.

Justine lifted her ass up slightly and the next thing I heard was Kristen’s lips pursing as she sucked on one of her nipples.  Again, I couldn’t see it, but it sounded hot, and if the images in my mind were anything to go by, then the visuals were just as good. 

“Undress me,” said Kristen.

Justine’s hands moved down to her stomach as she freed the buttons on Kristen’s cardigan and slid it down her arms, leaving it bunched on top of the ottoman.  The two of them kissed a couple more times then Justine climbed down from Kristen’s lap, kneeling on the floor at her feet.  She opened the fly on Kristen’s jeans, and Kristen kicked her shoes off as she started to pull them down.  She pulled them down past Kristen’s feet and moved them out of the way.  Kristen looked at me with a teasing grin as Justine pushed her legs apart and kissed along the inside of her thigh.

“Take my panties off,” Kristen instructed, and Justine promptly did so, peeling them down Kristen’s legs and dropping them onto the floor.

Justine kissed along her other thigh, placing her hands on the floor beneath her as she buried her face in between them.  Kristen tipped her head back and moaned, running her fingers through Justine’s hair. 

“Yeah, come on, baby.  Eat that pussy,” Kristen encouraged, looking at me and winking; she knew how badly I wanted to join them. 

Though I couldn’t see too much of the action, the image before me was seriously hot.  Kristen’s face was lit up with pleasure and moans poured out from between her lips as she gripped the back of Justine’s head, holding her face in her pussy. 

It wasn’t the first time I’d watched two women have sex with each other without being permitted to join (it wasn’t the first time this week, in fact), and I found myself doing what I always do in these situations, which is insert myself into it mentally.  Justine’s ass looked seriously inviting, and I couldn’t help but picture myself kneeling down behind her, peeling her panties down and shoving my cock into her, making her scream into Kristen’s pussy.

The urge to grab my cock and stroke it was almost overwhelming, and once I started picturing that, I could no longer resist it.  But I didn’t get to do it for long.  In fact, I only managed a half-dozen strokes before Kristen put a stop to it, scolding me from across the room.

“Hey!  Did I say you could touch your cock?”

I shook my head.

“No, I didn’t, did I?  You put those hands on the bed and keep them there.  Unless you might want to tie you up for a change.”

Might be fun, I thought to myself, and a little grin formed on Kristen’s face that told me she was thinking the same.  Anyway, I did as she told me, releasing the grip on the base of my shaft and placing my hands down beside me.

It was around this time that Justine lifted her hands off the floor and wrapped her arms around Kristen’s thighs. 

“Oh!” Kristen yelped, her eyes popping open.  I still couldn’t see what Justine was doing, but whatever it was, it looked to me like she was doing it harder. 

“Phew!  OK, she’s going for it now,” Kristen declared, looking at me with a grin as she scooped up Justine’s hair, holding it out like a length of rope.

“Mmm, yeah.  That’s it,” Kristen moaned, looking at Justine.  “You want me to cum?”

“Mmhmm,” Justine responded, mumbling through a mouthful of pussy.

“You want me to cum on that pretty face?”

Justine nodded as Kristen lifted her ass off her seat and started rubbing her pussy against her face.  My lack of vision was a constant frustration, and my brain was working overtime trying to picture all the things that they might have been doing to each other.  Right now, in my mind at least, Justine had her tongue stuck out and was keeping it nice and flat so Kristen could rub up against it. 

“Oh, YES!” Kristen shrieked, grabbing the back of Justine’s head.  “Yes, yes, yes!  Keep going!  Keep going!”

Her eyes clamped shut, her features skewed as she pumped her hips with greater exertion, grinding her clit against Justine’s tongue.  Her screams got louder, building to a violent crescendo.  A few more seconds and she hit her peak, her limbs giving out from beneath her as she collapsed down onto the ottoman.  She released her grip on Justine’s hair, gently combing her fingers through it as satisfied moans spilled forth from her lips, her perky chest heaving as she puffed out heavy breaths. 

Justine emerged from between her legs and started to kiss up Kristen’s stomach.  Kristen sat up slowly, placing a finger under Justine’s chin as she leaned in to kiss her, tasting her pussy off her lips and tongue. 

“Mmm, good girl,” Kristen purred, a contented smile pulling at the sides of her mouth.  “You want to suck his cock now?”

Justine nodded. 

Kristen grinned and kissed her again.  “Go ahead.”

Justine turned on her hands and knees, and Kristen gave her ass a little slap as she started crawling towards me. 

“Lay back so I can see,” Kristen said, looking at me from across the room.

I did as instructed, laying on my back across the mattress, my cock hanging limply over one of my thighs.  Despite the show they’d been putting on for me, I’d gone a little soft once Kristen had stopped me from stroking it.  Justine joined me moments later, climbing onto the bed and kneeling in between my legs.

“Hmm, looks like he’s gone a bit soft there,” Kristen observed.  “Why don’t you play with it a little and see if that wakes him up.”

Justine gripped my cock at the base and spat out a string of saliva that dropped down onto the tip.  She wrapped her other hand around the top of my shaft and started to jerk it, using her spit as lube.  Five or six strokes and my dick was rock hard again, starting to throb in the palms of her hands as she pumped her fist up and down it.

“Mmm, it’s definitely woken up,” Justine grinned, looking at Kristen and then back at me.

Dipping her head down, her lips enveloped my swollen cockhead as she started to suck at the tip.  Spit dripped out from between her lips, making sure my cock stayed nice and slick as she worked her hand along the length of my shaft, stroking with the perfect pressure.  Justine gave a few more strokes then started to bob her head, her lips and hand both moving in sync.  It felt incredible and I couldn’t help but moan out loud as I let my head fall back into the pillows, relishing the feeling that was coursing through me.

“Hmm, he’s enjoying that, huh?” Kristen declared; I could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Mmhmm,” said Justine, speaking into my cock like a microphone.

“Why don’t you take him a little deeper?” Kristen suggested.  “I bet he’d really like that.”

Justine kept her grip on the base as she removed her other hand from around my shaft, sinking her lips further down.  I lifted my head up and watched, enjoying the way my cock disappeared as her head went lower, taking me down an inch at a time.  I felt my crown push past her tonsils then a louder moan escaped my lips as my tip pressed against the back of her throat. 

“Ooo, how deep are you now?” Kristen asked me.

“Throat,” I said back, a noticeable strain in my voice as I felt my cockhead twitching, precum leaking into Justine’s throat.

“Ohh, wow!  Impressive,” Kristen said.  “Think you can go any deeper?”

“Uh huh,” Justine responded, answering as best she could with her mouth so full of cock.

Justine removed her hand from the base and pushed her head down slowly, coaxing a louder moan from me as I felt my crown go into her throat. 

“Hmm, he does like it, doesn’t he?” Kristen said.  Her tone was a mixture of arousal and amusement, like she was getting off on watching it, but also taking pleasure in watching me squirm. 

Justine’s lips went one inch lower and I felt a spasm shoot through my cock, like it could blow at any minute.  I gripped the bedsheets, biting my lip to keep from moaning.  The more I liked it, the more that Kristen would tease me, so I hid my enjoyment as best I could.  Using my arms to prop myself up, I watched as Justine closed her eyes, forcing her head down lower and swallowing the final inch.  I tilted my head back, unable to prevent the inevitable moan that shot straight up to the ceiling.  I could feel her spit dripping down my shaft, her sprightly tongue lapping at the underside as she wrapped her lips around the base.

“Phew!  Damn, girl!” Kristen exclaimed.  “You don’t fuck around, do you?”

“Mm-mm,” mumbled Justine.

“Right, I think he’s had enough now,” Kristen declared.  “Why don’t you go ahead and pop him back out for me.”

Justine pulled her lips back slowly, leaving behind a coat of spit as she dragged them back to the tip of my prick and plucked it out from between them.  Kristen stood and walked towards the bed.  She put her hands to Justine’s face and pulled her in for a kiss, tasting my cock off her lips and tongue. 

“OK, cutie, I think you’re doing too much giving,” Kristen said as she broke the kiss.  “Let’s lay you down on this bed here so I can return the favour.”

She kissed her again then looked at me.

“And you, go sit over there.”

She pointed across the room where she’d just been sitting.  With a heavy heart and an even heavier nutsack, I got up from the bed and trudged across the room, taking a seat on the ottoman.  Justine laid down where I’d just been and Kristen climbed on top of her.  Justine’s hands went around her waist, grabbing Kristen’s ass as she leaned down and kissed her, winking at me as she did so.  Their lips came apart and Justine ran her hands up Kristen’s back as Kristen looked down at her, brushing blonde hair from her face.

“I’m gonna need you to be my eyes, OK?” Kristen said.  “Tell me if he touches his cock.”

“OK,” Justine giggled as Kristen moved down to kiss her neck. 

Kristen kissed past Justine’s collarbone and down to her perky chest.  Taking her tits in the palms of her hands, she swirled her tongue around one of her nipples then locked her lips around it.  Justine gave a contented moan, brushing her fingers through Kristen’s hair as she suckled like a babe in arms.  It was quite a sight, as I’m sure you can imagine, and as Kristen switched to the other breast, Justine glanced across at me, making sure I wasn’t enjoying it a little too much.  Nothing to report; my hands were by my sides.  But it was taking some effort and a hell of a lot of willpower to keep them there.

Kristen left her tits behind and began to kiss down Justine’s stomach, shifting back to the foot of the bed.  She wrapped her arms around those mile-long legs, kissing along the inside of her thigh and pressing her lips to the crotch of her panties.  Kristen kissed her pussy in several places then put her tongue against it, dragging it up slowly as she licked her through the fabric.  Kristen did that a couple more times then hooked her fingers under the waistband of Justine’s panties and started to remove them.  She pulled them down over Justine’s feet then scrunched them into a ball, bringing them to her nose so she could smell her pussy.

“Mmm, these smell good,” Kristen purred, looking across at me.  “You want them?”

I nodded, picturing those panties wrapped around my cock, lubing it up with Justine’s wetness. 

“Too bad,” said Kristen, leaving them in a ball beside her.

Justine giggled as Kristen moved her head back between her legs and pressed her tongue to the slit of her pussy.  Licking slowly, Justine tipped her head back and moaned as Kristen’s tongue moved up her clit and started brushing against it.  I could see the kind of licks she was giving her; short, sharp flicks that hit her clit with force and speed.  A few more of those and Kristen got her lips involved, smothering Justine’s clit with them as she worked it with her tongue. 

Now, I couldn’t see what she was doing, of course, so I didn’t know if she tried something new or continued with the same technique.  But whatever she was doing, Justine was loving every second of it.  Closing her eyes, Justine’s head stayed tilted back as moans poured forth from between her lips, a hand on top of Kristen’s head while she pawed at her tits with the other. 

It was so fucking hot that I almost couldn’t take it, and my cock was screaming out for me to grab it and jerk it as hard as I could.  And with Justine’s eyes still firmly shut and Kristen busy as she licked her out, I probably could’ve done so.  But still I managed to fight the temptation, even as I pictured myself kneeling behind Kristen and ramming my cock into her pussy. 

Kristen lifted her head up, glancing at me briefly as if she’d heard what I’d just been thinking.  Slipping two fingers in between her lips, she wet them with spit before she brought them back down and eased them into Justine’s pussy.  Justine gave a contented sigh as Kristen’s fingers pushed inside her and her mouth went back to the nub of her clit.  I still couldn’t see what she was doing, but if I had to guess, I’d say she’d curled her fingers inside her and had gone in search of her g-spot.  And as Justine’s head shot up swiftly and her eyes came flying open, I knew that I was probably right and that Kristen had already found it.

“Oh, yeah!  Right there,” Justine moaned.  “Fuuuck, that’s it.”

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Kristen asked her, prying her lips from around her pussy.

“Yeah.  Yeah.  I’m gonna cum!  I’m gonna cum!” Justine panted, frantically nodding her head.

Kristen poked her tongue out, keeping her mouth wide open as she put to Justine’s clit.  A few sharp flicks from Kristen’s tongue and Justine made good on her promise.  She closed her eyes, moans tumbling from between her lips as a look of pleasure spread across her face.  Kristen peeled her tongue from Justine’s pussy, licking her thumb and using it to rub her clit.

“Oh my God, I can feel her squeezing,” Kristen said, looking at me with a teasing grin. 

By this point I was itching so hard to get in on the action that I felt like my head was about to explode.  My cock was throbbing, begging me to stuff into Kristen’s mouth.  Or Justine’s pussy.  Anywhere warm and wet.  And if the sounds I could hear were anything to go by, Justine’s pussy was exactly that.  It was literally squelching as Kristen pumped her fingers into it, fucking her through the throes of climax.

A final shudder passed through her body, and her moans gave way to deep, heavy breaths as she hit her peak and began to come down, dropping her head into the pillows.  Kristen peeled her thumb from her clit and eased her fingers from Justine’s pussy, both of them drenched in cum. 

“Oh, wow!” she said as she saw how wet they were, bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean. 

Crawling forward, Kristen laid on top of Justine, giving her a taste of her pussy as she leaned in and kissed her. 

“Did that feel good, baby?” Kristen asked as Justine’s hands slid down her back and grabbed onto her asscheeks.

“Mmhmm,” Justine nodded, sporting a coquettish grin as she bit her lower lip.

“You want some cock now?”

“May I?” asked Justine, batting her lashes in a way that was hard to say ‘no’ to.  I almost answered myself.

“Yes, you may,” Kristen giggled.

She leaned down to kiss her again then climbed down from on top of her.  Justine sat up then stepped down off the bed, staring me down as she crossed the room.  Kristen sat at the edge of the bed and reached a hand in between her legs, rubbing her pussy as Justine straddled me.  Planting her knees either side of me, Justine’s arms went around my neck while I wrapped my own around the small of her back, grabbing her ass with both hands. 

Justine pressed her lips against mine, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she reached back behind her, gripping my cock at the base.  She rubbed the tip against the slit of her pussy, showing me how wet she was after Kristen warmed her up.  The answer was ‘very’ and I felt my cockhead twitch as it slid her slick opening, begging to be let inside. 

A few more rubs and Justine obliged me, sinking herself down and feeding me into her pussy.  Justine gasped as our lips came apart, feeling herself stretch as I slipped inside her.  Needless to say, she felt amazing.  Not only was she super wet, but her pussy was incredibly tight, and I could feel my cock start throbbing already as she sunk down lower, taking me down to the hilt.

Her eyes bulged wide and her lips gaped open in a perfect O as she felt how deep I was inside her.  She stayed like that for several seconds then started riding me, using all the muscle in her thighs to work her tight pussy up and down my dick.  I used my arms to help her out, tightening my grip on her peach-shaped ass as I lifted her up to the tip of prick then dropped her straight back down, loud * SMACK * sounds filling the room as her buttcheeks slapped against the tops of my thighs. 

“Mmm, yeah.  That’s it.  Ride that dick, baby.” Kristen encouraged.

I couldn’t see what she was doing over there, but she moaned a little as she spoke, and I could hear a faint squelching sound that told me all I needed to know; Kristen was fingering her pussy.  Clearly she was enjoying the show, and I can only begin to imagine how good it must have looked from where she was sitting.  Justine’s hair spilling down her back.  That pert, toned ass clasped tight in my hands, rising and falling with rhythmic pace as she took my cock down again and again. 

But Kristen didn’t sit watching for long.  Though so loud were sounds of sex that I didn’t hear her get up from her seat and cross the room to join us.  I didn’t become aware of her presence until her hands pressed against my thighs, pushing them apart so she could crawl in between them.  The next thing I felt was her perfect lips, wrapping firmly around one of my balls and suckling upon it with immediate vigour.  She popped it free and switched to the other, bathing both nuts in her warm saliva.

She pressed her tongue to the base of my shaft and started to lick up the underside.  Justine’s eyes went suddenly wide and a breathy moan flew forth from between her lips, telling me where her tongue went next.

“Ohhh, yes, Kristen!  Lick my asshole, baby.”

I immediately tightened my grip on her ass, spreading her cheeks for Kristen as I lifted her up to the tip of my shaft, and held her there as I started thrusting. 

“Oh, fuck!  YES!” Justine screamed, her eyes bulging even wider as I started to bounce my ass off the leather, drilling up into her pussy with a flurry of deep, hard thrusts. 

Her muscles contracted, squeezing my cock for all its worth as Kristen kept licking her ass.  I couldn’t see what she was doing exactly but considering how hard I’d pulled her cheeks apart, I wouldn't have been at all surprised if she’d pushed her tongue right into her asshole.  And even if she hadn’t done that, that’s what I was picturing. 

Whatever she was doing, she was doing it well, ‘cause it finished Justine off in a matter of seconds.  I gave one last thrust in Justine’s pussy then pulled her back to the base of my shaft, keeping her there as her orgasm hit.  She threw her head back sharply, screaming towards the ceiling as the feeling started pulsing through her, shaking her down to the core.

“OH MY GOOODDD!!! YEEESSS!!!”

Her muscles clamped around the width of my shaft, threatening to snap it at the base as juices burst forth from deep inside her, soaking me from base to tip.  Her head dropped back to its usual position and she had a dazed look on her face as her body gave out and slumped down onto my chest. 

I peered down over Justine’s shoulder, confirming my suspicions as I watched Kristen’s tongue slide out of her asshole, a satisfied grin now etched across her face.  Kristen’s mouth went back to my balls and I knew exactly where she wanted it next.  I lifted Justine off of my cock and it popped from her pussy with considerable force, nearly hitting Kristen in the face as it flopped back and forth in front of her.  Again, she pressed her tongue to the base, licking up Justine’s wetness as she dragged it all the way to the tip, cleaning up the precum that had pooled in my urethra. 

“Mmm, you taste so good,” Kristen said.  I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me, Justine or both of us, but my money’s on the latter.

Kristen gripped my cock at the shaft and started to stroke it as she lifted her head up, sliding her tongue along Justine’s pussy and licking up more of her cum.  Then she sunk her head back down again, taking my cock about halfway down before she plucked it free from between her lips and returned her mouth to Justine’s pussy. 

Kristen did that several times, switching back and forth between cock and pussy until Justine climbed down from on top of me.  Kristen stood and turned on her heels, peering over her shoulder and sticking her ass out as she slowly squatted down.  Justine gripped my cock at the base and pointed it up at Kristen’s pussy.  Kristen’s slit pressed against my helmet and the next thing I felt was the tightness of her pussy as her lips spread around the swollen tip. 

“Mmm, fuck!  That’s so hot,” said Justine, watching intently as Kristen’s pussy slowly stretched around my cockhead.

She wasn’t wrong.  The view of Kristen’s pussy devouring my cock was always nice to see, but when it was combined with the perfect shape of her pert little ass, it really was a sight for sore eyes.  I laid back and watched as she went down lower, elbows propping me up as my cock slowly vanished from sight, sinking into the depths of Kristen’s slick, warm pussy.  Justine released her grip on the shaft and Kristen swallowed the last few inches, her perky ass cheeks touching my pelvis as she sunk right down to the base.

“Mmm, yes!” Kristen moaned, staying there a moment so she could feel how deep I was.

Then she placed her hands on my knees, essentially using them to push herself up as she lifted her ass up slowly, working her pussy back up to the tip.  She stayed like that for several seconds, showing me how wet she’d left my cock.  In fact, Kristen held the pose so long that Justine had time to move her head in, press her tongue against the base of my shaft and lick right up to Kristen’s ass.

“Ooo!” Kristen purred, and I felt her pussy squeeze my tip as Justine’s tongue dragged across her asshole.  “That felt nice.  Do you want to sit on his face?”

“May I?” asked Justine.

“Go right ahead,” Kristen said as she slowly sunk back down.

I watched her pussy slide down my shaft, only catching about half of the show before Justine pressed her hand to my chest and pushed me down onto the leather.  It was such an incredible sight that it seemed a shame to block it out.  But I’ve never complained about a gorgeous woman sitting on my face before, and I’m not about to start now.

Justine threw a leg over my head, planting her knees either side of it.  Dropping her ass down slowly, my eyes gazed up at her tight pink pussy as she lowered it towards me, setting it down on top of my face.  Wrapping my arms around the tops of her thighs, I held her in place as I poked my tongue out, steering it straight to her clit.  It was still rock hard from her previous pounding, and it only got harder as I dragged my tongue across five or six times, feeling her moisture on my lips and chin.  Justine reached back and gripped my hair, moaning loudly as I licked her faster, lapping at her clit with quick, hard flicks of my tongue.

Kristen’s moans got louder too and soon their voices were merging as one, providing a pleasing backing track to the lively chorus of deafening * SMACKS * that filled the expanse of the room, steadily growing in speed and tempo as she rode me faster and harder.  Kristen’s pussy felt fucking amazing, gripping and squeezing every inch of me as she worked it swiftly up and down my shaft, using my cock like a toy. 

I let her do that a few more times then unwrapped my arms from Justine’s thighs and reached them down towards Kristen.  The first thing I did was grab her hips, prompting a yelp to escape her lips as I pulled her down to the base of my shaft.  Then I moved a hand to the small of her back and started to push her forward.  Kristen took the hint, leaning further forward under my direction.  I couldn’t see how she ended up, but from the amount that I felt her back go down, it seemed like she had doubled over, leaning so far forward that she could have touched her toes.

I left a hand on her hip to keep her in place as I moved the other to Justine’s back and did the same to her.  Justine took the hint as well, leaning right forward until her torso pressed against mine, her face sinking into Kristen’s ass.  Then, when I had them how I wanted, I moved both hands to Justine’s ass, gripping it tightly as I pumped my hips off the leather beneath me, ramming my cock into Kristen’s pussy.

“Ohhh, FUCK!” Kristen screamed, and I could tell that, in this position, my cock was hitting her particularly deeply.

I returned my tongue to Justine’s clit and started licking her harder than ever.  Her moans got louder, but I could tell from how muffled they’d become that she was licking Kristen’s asshole.  The sudden contractions of Kristen’s muscles as I drilled up into her pussy provided further proof. 

Needless to say, it didn’t take long to finish them off.  Justine screamed into Kristen’s ass, then Kristen screamed too a few moments later, like Justine’s voice had gone into her asshole, passed through her body and then came out of her mouth.  I felt Kristen tighten around me and I kept on thrusting up into her pussy, even as my cock was doused with fluid, my mouth getting much the same treatment as I continued to tongue at Justine’s clit, licking up every last drop.

I didn’t stop thrusting or flicking my tongue until their screams gave out, Kristen’s muscles beginning to relax.  She took a moment to compose herself then climbed down off my dick, leaving behind, what I can only assume, was a very thick layer of cum.  Though with Justine in such close proximity, I didn’t expect it would be there for long.

And I was right.  In fact, my tip had barely slipped out of Kristen’s pussy when I felt her tongue press against the base and lick its way to the top of my shaft, cleaning up my precum as she ran it across the slit.  Staying in the 69, she slid her lips down over my helmet and worked them slowly down the length of my shaft, sucking up every drop of moisture that she found along the way.  Her lips sunk down to the base and I gave a little moan of my own as I dragged my tongue along the slit of her pussy, licking up all her cum.  After all, that’s what she was doing to me, so it only felt fair that I return the favour.  I felt her lips slide up to the tip, releasing it with a * POP * before she lifted her head up and finally climbed down from top of me. 

“Hmm, that was fun, huh?” Kristen said, panting a little as she spoke.

“Mmhmm,” said Justine, a grin stretched across her face as she stepped back down onto the bedroom floor.

I swung my legs down onto the carpet, perching on the edge of the ottoman as Justine and Kristen approached each other, wrapping their arms around each other’s bodies as they shared a lingering kiss. 

“You want to eat my pussy some more?” Kristen asked, running her hands up Justine’s back as they pried their lips apart.

“Yes, ma’am,” Justine said, nodding her head with enthusiasm. 

“Come with me,” Kristen said, and with that she took her friend by the hand and led her across the room. 

“Stay there,” she added as she raised her free hand up, not even turning to look at me. 

But I did what she told me regardless, even refraining from stroking my cock (for now, at least) as Kristen climbed up onto the bed and laid across the mattress.  Justine climbed up after her and crawled in between her legs, wrapping her arms around Kristen’s thighs and placing her hands on her stomach.  Justine got to it without hesitation, poking her tongue out from between her lips and guiding it straight to her clit.

Kristen’s head fell into the pillows and a moan spilled forth from between her lips as she placed a hand on Justine’s head, raking her hair back as she ate her pussy.  Her eyes fell shut, free hand pawing at her tits as her moans increased in volume, echoing off the bedroom walls. 

“Mmm, yes!  Right there, baby.  Fuck, I love that tongue.”

Then she turned towards me, opening up those bright blue eyes as she gazed at me from across the room.

“That cock still nice and hard for me?” she asked, a cat-like purr in her voice.

I nodded.  Of course it was.

“Bring it over here,” she casually said then turned her eyes back towards Justine, fingers still combing through that long blonde hair. 

I stood from the ottoman and walked across the room, my cock leading the way like it was drawn to the bed by magnetic force.  I moved towards Kristen and stood beside her, my cock pointing at the side of her face. 

“Mm-mm,” she said without even looking, then pointed a finger at Justine’s ass, looking oh so inviting as it thrust up into the air.

I moved towards the foot of the bed and climbed onto the mattress, kneeling behind Justine.  I placed a hand on one of her hips and gripped my cock with the other, pressing the tip to her still wet pussy.  With a gentle thrust, I pushed inside her, drawing a muffled moan as she licked Kristen’s pussy.  Kristen raised her head up, using her arms to hold herself up as I uncurled my fingers from the base of my shaft, gripping both of Justine’s hips as I pushed my cock in deeper.

“You like feeling that cock in you, baby?” Kristen asked her.

“Mmhmm,” Justine replied, moaning deeply into Kristen’s snatch.

“Oh, yeah?  He in there nice and deep?”

Justine nodded, and I can confirm that I certainly was.  In fact, her pussy was so fucking wet that I’d sunk to the base in the blink of an eye, feeling my tip press against her cervix as I sheathed myself inside her. 

“I bet he is,” Kristen chuckled and then looked up at me.  “How’s that pussy feel, huh?  She nice and wet for you?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said with a grin, pulling my cock back out to the tip, to see just how wet it was.

Spoiler alert: it was absolutely sodden, and my cock was glistening with so much moisture that it looked like I’d doused it in lube.  I considered taking it out and showing it to Kristen, but decided against it; Justine’s pussy felt way too good.  Instead, I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her steady as I threw myself forward and rammed back into her pussy. 

“OH MY GOD!” Justine moaned, lifting her head from Kristen’s pussy. 

“Ooo-hoo-hoo!” Kristen chuckled.  “That was a hard one, huh?”

“Uh huh,” Justine gasped, still reeling from the force of my thrust.

“Do you want it hard like that or do you want him to fuck you slowly?” Kristen asked her.

I drew my cock back out to the tip, keeping it there as I waited for an answer.

“I want it hard,” Justine said, her voice a little shaky.  I could hear how much she wanted it. 

“Of course you do.”  Kristen grinned at her and then looked up at me.  “Well you heard her.  Give it to her nice and…”

“OH!” Justine yelped.

Kristen didn’t even get a chance to finish her instruction before I drilled back into Justine’s pussy, going in deep with another rough thrust that hit her just as hard as the first one.  From that point on I didn’t hold back, maintaining my previous force and depth, even as I upped the tempo, railing into her tight, wet pussy with fast, unfettered thrusts.  Justine screamed as she took each one, drowning out the chorus of * SMACKS * as my pelvis crashed into her ass. 

She gave a few licks to Kristen’s pussy but after a while the force of my thrusts began to overwhelm her and soon she was ignoring it completely.  Not that Kristen seemed to mind too much.  In fact, she looked completely content, simply watching her friend get dicked into a coma.  And anyway, just ‘cause Justine was ignoring her pussy, didn’t mean that Kristen was.  I couldn’t see what she was doing exactly, but from the speed her arm was moving, I’d say she was rubbing it pretty freakin’ hard.  And since she seemed happy to sit back and watch, I’d made sure to give her a hell of a show.

I gave a few thrusts into Justine’s pussy then gripped a handful of that lovely blonde hair, yanking it so hard that I pulled her off the mattress.

“AHHH!!!” she screamed as I pulled her upright, wrapping my arms around her tight, toned body as I went in hard with a flurry of thrusts, pounding as fast as I could. 

One of my hands went up to her throat, choking her lightly as the other moved down, sliding past her abs and down towards her pussy.  But I was too slow; Kristen had beaten me to it.  As I took a look down over Justine’s shoulder, Kristen was on her knees, tongue extended as she guided it to Justine’s clit. 

She started licking and Justine came in five seconds flat.  I kept on thrusting as her orgasm hit, feeling her body tremble in my arms as pleasure started coursing through her.  I could feel her pussy gripping my cock, dousing it in fluid each time I sunk to the base.  She tried to scream, but the hand on her throat almost cut it out completely, reducing her voice to a faint little murmur that I could barely hear over the sounds of each thrust. 

I kept on thrusting ‘til she reached her peak then buried myself to the hilt, letting her ride out the rest of her climax with me throbbing deep inside her.  I released my grip around Justine’s neck, listening to her pant and moan as her muscles began to relax.  I eased my cock from Justine’s pussy, peering down from over her shoulder as Kristen peeled her lips from her clit and began to kiss up her stomach. 

She made a brief stop at Justine’s tits, licking and sucking on each of her nipples before she continued upwards, kissing her way across Justine’s neck.  Their lips pressed together and Kristen’s arms wrapped around her body, grabbing onto Justine’s ass as she slumped back down onto the mattress, taking her friend down with her.  I watched as they continued to kiss, Kristen clawing at Justine’s ass as she pried her cheeks apart, showing me the pussy that I’d just been inside of. 

“Mmm, come here, gorgeous.  Sit on my face,” Kristen instructed, lifting a hand up into the air and slapping Justine on the ass.

Justine began to scoot up the bed, planting her knees either side of her head and stradling Kristen’s face.

“Mm-mm.  Other way, baby,” Kristen said, spinning her finger in a circle. 

Justine turned as per her instructions, setting her pussy back down on her face.  Kristen’s arms went around her thighs, and within a few seconds, Justine’s moans were filling the room as Kristen started eating her pussy.  I moved with haste, filling the gap between Kristen’s legs and pushing my cock inside her.  I shoved it in deep, drawing a heavy moan from Kristen which was promptly absorbed by Justine’s pussy. 

I lifted Kristen’s legs off the mattress and held them against my chest as I started thrusting, using them for leverage as I pulled myself into her pussy.  My eyes gazed down at Kristen’s pussy as she gracefully took my cock, leaving behind a coat of wetness with a thicker, creamier ring at the base.  Then I looked up at Justine’s face, her features lit up almost majestically as she perched on Kristen’s face, grinding her clit against her outstretched tongue.  I placed a finger underneath her chin and pulled her in for a kiss, feeling her moans pour into my mouth as Kristen licked her pussy.

“Rub her pussy,” I said as our lips came apart, keeping my finger underneath her chin, my eyes staring straight into hers. 

Justine brought a hand to her mouth, wetting two of her fingers with spit then reaching them down between Kristen’s legs.  She put her fingers to the nub of her clit and started to rub them against it, moving them back and forth in a blur.  Kristen started moaning louder and I felt the contractions pass through her pussy as I drilled my cock in with increased force, pushing through the tightening grip.  She felt so good that I almost couldn’t take it, her pussy gripping with so much force that I could feel my balls start swelling, my dick throbbing harder with each new thrust.  I needed something to cool myself off.

Without a word, I grabbed the back of Justine’s head and pulled her down towards Kristen’s pussy.  Justine yelped at the sudden move, ending up with her mouth in the perfect position.  As I prised myself free from Kristen’s pussy, Justine gaped her lips wide open, presenting me with the perfect slot to shove my throbbing cock into.  I did just that, burying myself to the base inside her and feeling those lips close around my shaft.  My cock was drenched in Kristen’s juices, but Justine sucked up every last drop, even the ring of creamy wetness that she’d left at the base of the shaft. 

I pried my cock from between her lips, finding the shaft now slick with spittle as I aimed it back at Kristen’s pussy and stuffed it deep inside her.  I kept my hands on Justine’s head, keeping that mouth exactly where I wanted it, should I need to use it again.  And with the way Kristen’s pussy was squeezing me already, the chances of that were incredibly high.  Keeping her mouth open, Justine poked her tongue out and guided it to Kristen's clit, licking up and down it and adding another notch of tightness to Kristen’s gripping pussy.  And I could tell by the grin on her face that she was fully aware of the effect it was having.

I could tell that Kristen was getting close and a few more thrusts into the depths of her pussy would likely have finished her off.  But since she’d teased me so much earlier, I felt compelled to get my own back.  I pumped into her pussy three more times then pulled my cock back out again, listening to her whine from under Justine as I pointed my dick up a few inches higher and shoved straight into her mouth. 

Gripping two fistfuls of long blonde hair, I gave a few thrusts into Justine’s mouth, effectively wiping the grin off her face as I pumped my cock into the back of her throat.  Again my cock was dripping with spit as I wrenched it free from between her lips and stuffed it back into Kristen’s pussy. 

I kept that up for as long as I could, fucking Kristen to the brink of climax then leaving her frustrated as I pulled back out and fed my dick to her friend.  I needed to cum really badly too, of course, but delaying my orgasm was a small price to pay for giving Kristen a taste of her medicine. 

But soon enough, the urge to cum became too overwhelming.  I shoved my cock into Kristen one last time, giving a handful of rampant thrusts before I buried myself to the balls inside her, allowing nature to take its course.  I came hard- really hard- dumping an unfathomable load straight into Kristen’s womb. 

Feeling my eruption set her off, just as I knew that it would, and Kristen screamed into Justine’s ass as a powerful climax tore through her body.  Justine kept licking at the nub of her clit, making sure she came as hard as possible.  And, boy, did she succeed.  Muscles tightened all over her body, squeezing more cum from the tip of my penis as they gripped and squeezed every inch of my shaft, warmth washing over me as she bathed it in her juices.

I waited for Kristen to relinquish her grip (which took a while, I’m not gonna lie) then plucked my cock from inside her, following the familiar route from Kristen’s pussy to Justine’s mouth.  Justine closed her lips around the head and used her tongue to lap at my slit, scooping out the remaining cum.  Then she sunk her lips down lower, dragging them back up slowly so she could taste Kristen’s pussy, mixed together with traces of cum.  And if the ‘mmm’ sounds she made were anything to go by, it was a taste that she thoroughly enjoyed. 

She popped me free with a smack of her lips then climbed back down from Kristen’s face.  By the time I moved out from between her legs, most of my cum had left her pussy and was already beginning to soak into the bedsheets.  But Justine wanted to see for herself.  She filled the spot between Kristen’s legs and pushed her tongue into her pussy, just in case there was any still in there.

Retrieving her tongue from Kristen’s pussy, Justine crawled back up the bed, laying on top of Kristen who pulled her in for a kiss. 

“So,” said Kristen as their lips came apart, “who’s gonna take back what they said?”

Justine turned and looked at me, grinning as we both stayed silent. 

“Anyone?  No?  Well, I guess we’re not done then, are we?”

Kristen told me to sit back down while Justine ate her pussy for close to an hour, making her cum at least two or three times before she called me over.  She told Justine to sit there and watch while I railed her hard in the missionary position, then rolled us both over so she could ride my cock in cowgirl.  I shot another load into Kristen’s pussy which she made Justine lick out of her.  Then Kristen watched as I went down on Justine, directing us through another three or four positions before I shot another load on Justine’s face. 

By the time we were done, I was so exhausted I could barely move, my cock so sore that it hurt to touch it.  Justine went home in the early hours, and Kristen and myself went straight back to bed where she rode my cock for another half hour, showing no sign of stopping.  I came once more then finally gave in, pleading with her to show some mercy.  Kristen climbed down without saying a word, a smug grin stretched across her face as she switched off the lamp on my bedside table and turned onto her side to get some sleep.  She’d definitely proven me wrong.

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I enjoyed this, Dark. It was a great way to end Kristen's two-part story.