Linda sat across from John, her snug dress high on her
well-toned legs, giving away a view of her panty clad
pussy for everyone near.
Her breasts were straining at the thin material of her
garment, her hard nipples being easily seen. She was
well on her way to being drunk, and getting loose. She
rose unsteady as she got up to fetch us all another
beer.
“It had been a Saturday get together, just the three of
them going out to lunch. Enjoying a good meal and a few
drinks, then a few more, after dinner. They were all
glowing by the time they arrived back at Bill’s house.
Where they were in the process of having even more
libations and conversation.”
She had flashed John, and everyone else, a couple of
times at the restaurant, making sure he had a view of
her long shapely legs. She had sat very close to him
during dinner allowing her fingers to occasionally
skirt the length of his upper leg.
She had made sure her leg was firmly pressed into the
side of his thigh that evening. Affording him every
opportunity to view her deep full cleavage as they
spoke, while being at the same time, as witty and
charming as she knew how.
She had even dropped her napkin in his lap once, then
quickly retrieved it allowing her fingers to linger
lightly on the solid flesh of his cock. She had feigned
embarrassment afterward and apologized discreetly,
moving her lips close to his ear which allowed her firm
breast to massage his arm.
“Its quite alright Madam,” he had told her, while his
fingers moved against the exposed skin of her inner
thigh, high up, near her groin.
That had encouraged her tremendously; she had been
slightly frustrated by the rate of her progress before,
wondering, if he even found her attractive at all.
She had sat beside him on the ride home, with her hem
slid high around her upper thigh and her legs slightly
parted. Her head rested at his shoulder as her hand
slowly toyed near his crotch.
She had brought her lips near his ear once and flicked
his lobe with the very tip of her tongue. She had felt
his body shiver next to her as he had buried his hand
between her legs testing the wetness and warmth of her
creative mound.
When she returned from the kitchen, she opened the
bottle for John and clumsily dropped the twist off cap.
Turning with her back to him she bent way over to
retrieve it, her short dress riding high up her ass as
she did so.
Everything was showing, her panties drew up around her
cunt showing the outline of her full succulent lips,
and the luscious curves of upper thighs. There was a
very pronounced wet spot on the lower region of her
flimsy garment.
John’s cock rose immediately, and he couldn’t seem to
keep his eyes off Linda after that. I knew from past
conversations with him that he was interested in Linda
sexually, but he never acted out of the way with her.
Linda and I had mulled over the idea of swapping, or a
threesome before, but had never moved on it.
We had progressed to public exposure recently though,
and I must admit watching my wife flirt with and expose
herself to other men, had made for some great sex for
us afterward. So I wasn’t too upset, that my lovely
wife was showing her wares to John.
Linda returned to her seat her long legs gaping
shamefully wide, knowing full well John had a clear
view straight up to her crotch, and she just sat there
smiling sweetly across at him. Crossing and uncrossing
her legs periodically and flash teasing him. I adored
her when she was promiscuous like this; she was born to
be a hard-core tease.
Suddenly Linda stood and slowly bent over in front of
her guest. Placing her finger tips into the elastic of
her lace panties she slowly, and very seductively, slid
the scanty material down her long tapered legs. The
alcohol had banished all her inhibitions and all normal
social restraints were non-functional right now.
After straightening up, she walked lazily across the
room, her thin clinging dress hem swaying seductively
as she moved. She then stood in front of John, twirling
the wisp of a garment on the end of her fingertip. She
leaned down and stroked the cheek of his face
momentarily as her husband looked on.
“John, I want you to show my husband how a real man
feels up a lady, would you be a dear and proceed,
please!”
He looked up at her then over to Bill, then back to
Lynn again.
“Are you serious?” he asked her.
“Yes John, I’ve never been more serious, please be a
Knight for your Lady in distress and rescue me from
this tedious boredom, by running your big, strong,
manly hands all over me!”
John Sullivan needed no further encouragement as he
raised his now unsteady hand beneath her thin dress and
began caressing her shapely inner thigh. She sighed at
his contact her lips forming a sensual half smile, her
seductive eyes encouraging his outrageous behavior.
Her body shivered as she spoke, “John your hands are
wonderful, and warm, they feel so gentle against me,”
she spoke to him in a low soft voice, her eyes holding
his as she did so. She quickly removed her dress, and
lace bra, and then stood naked before him.
“Linda your one hot looking woman dear!” he told her,
as he viewed her in high heels and mid thigh stockings
only.
“Thank you for the compliment John, you’re so adorable
to notice,” she told him softly.
He ran his hands along the top of her well toned thighs
and then all the way up to her breast. Then he slowly
brought them down again to her vulva. Using them like
claws his nails softly biting into the tender resilient
flesh of her midsection as he went.
Her head went back and her eyes closed as she spoke
with a sense of awe and appreciation in her voice, “Oh
God, Yes baby, that’s the way to love a woman’s body!”
There was a trail of tingling warmth everywhere that
John’s hands cast their spell on her body. Her legs
were shaking and her mind reeled at the power of the
raw pleasure exploding against it.
Bill’s cock was leaping in his shorts at the sight of
his wife’s reaction with John’s hands on her. His touch
stirring the storm of her passion and fueling the
heated inferno of her lust.
She looked magnificent standing there, her breast and
body supremely framed by the rich tinted light flooding
in through the balcony doors.
John lightly raked his nails over her high clean mons
and forced a moan out of her lovely mouth. Then lightly
ran a single deft finger down the folds of her heated
crevice, as she stood there shivering and moaning
beneath his soft touch.
His other hand was feeling its way up the back of her
leg, headed for that superbly fashioned derriere.
Kneading her soft flesh expertly when it arrived,
dragging one nail over her anus and forcing her body to
lunge toward him.
“My God John, I’m so hot right now. You have my cunt
weeping,” she told him in a husky, deep voice.
He moved his hands to her breast and began alternately
raking his nails over her nipples and then running his
fingers over the smooth skin of her soft globes. Then
lightly running his fingers up her neck and around to
the base of her skull and back.
Returning with his fingers firmly locked on her nipples
he suddenly squeezed very hard making her cry out in
pain. He held her that way until she began to beg him
to release her, with her eyes now watering with tears.
He forced her to her knees in front of him.
“Please stop John your killing me,” she pleaded.
“Lynn, you’re a fabulous looking woman, but you demand
a little to well, I think its time you learned to beg
earnestly for what you want my dear.” His voice was
stern and completely uncompromising.
“No John please, I don’t like pain you bastard,” she
hissed.
“You were demeaning to your husband and Master, in
front of me, I cannot allow this infraction to go on
uncorrected,” his voice assuming a menacing tone now!
He placed her over his lap and began to lightly slap
her firm shapely ass and upper thighs. Stopping now and
then to gently probe her wet crevice with his fingers,
nudging the sensitive little bundle of nerves hidden
away there.
His strong hands made their way to her nipples again
where he twisted one of them painfully, making her fill
the room with the heated color of her foul profanities.
“You fucking pig that hurt! she spat, her voice black
with the poison of her hatred.
He continued spanking Lynn with renewed vigor now, it
seemed to her that the more she cried out in pain
begging him for mercy, the more energized he became in
his correction of her.
If it hadn’t been for those brief stops at the oasis,
when he so tenderly administered a little pleasurable
attention to her mons and ass, she would have done in
by now. As it was, she was a mess with tears rolling
down her face. Her ass glowing red as a beet, and her
makeup smeared to high heaven and back again.
“Get up on all four slut, with your ass aiming back
toward me,” his voice demanding, stern, and malicious
in its tone.
She complied with his request immediately, exposing her
beautifully bald cunt in front of him. Bill came over
with a cloth to use as a gage, and left his belt beside
John before returning to his seat to view the rest of
the show.
John quickly, and roughly, inserted two fingers into
her opening and began rapidly fucking them in and out
of her passage. She was wet and tight, and at twenty-
seven with no children she would make a fine slut he
thought, a sexual workhorse.
His fingers cast their wicked spell against the tender
regions of her inner body, as multiple spasms of
pleasure exploded against the soft walls of her now
heated cunt.
He worked her body like some mid-evil magician,
subjugating her will with the power of her own lust.
All she wanted to do at this moment, was come, weeping
all over the hand that now pleasured her swollen organ.
“Oh God my Lord, fuck me now… please,” she begged
him.
It wasn’t long before she was bucking back against his
hand and panting fiercely. Her cunt was now weeping
down her legs, and John’s hand was covered with her
frothy, fragrant nectar.
“Bill, would you step over here and free your cock up
please, I want you to use her mouth shortly, if you
would be so kind?” he asked him.
When John felt the first gentle ripples of her
culmination he pulled his fingers from her steeping
cunt.
“Oh God no John… put it back in please,” she begged
him.
“I am Sir, or Master to you whore, don’t call me by my
given again!”
“I beg your forgiveness my Lord, its just that your
hands have made me mad with lust, please fuck me now
Master,” she pleaded with him again!
She moved her hand under her body heading for her clit,
but John caught the movement. Then he forced both
wrists behind her back roughly, slapping her ass with a
barrage of painful blows after securing them.
Slap… slap… slap John’s cock leapt at the sight of
Linda’s firm, shapely ass cheek, vibrating from the
energy of his repeated blows.
He continued until both cheeks were a high crimson and
his slut had hot tears rolling down the cheeks of her
face. He loved the sight of her breasts swinging
savagely beneath her, from the force of his spanking.
“You are not allowed to touch your master’s pussy until
I give you permission,” he bellowed! “It isn’t yours
anymore, it belongs to your master and you may not use
it without his permission. Do understand me slut! he
shouted at her.
With that he jerked her to a full kneeling position and
ask, “What is that in front of you slut?”
My husbands cock,” she whimpered. In spite of her
stinging cheeks behind her, Linda was thrilled inside
with an excitement she had not felt in some time. She
was wet and couldn’t wait for whatever John had in mind
next.
“That’s your master’s cock bitch, and don’t forget it!”
“Y-Yes S-Sir, I’ll remember,” she replied softly.
He moved his fingers to her clit and began working her
hungry flesh again just to keep her heat peaked and her
focus sharp.
“Linda couldn’t understand her own lust at this
humiliation. She would go off in a few strokes right
now if they would let her, she hadn’t been this hot
forever. His hands were like magic on her, she ached in
her cunt and she was flowing a river of lubricant.”
“Would you like to suck your master’s cock, and swallow
his cum?” he asked her as she cowered before him
shivering.
“Yes, oh God please let me have it” she replied! The
foul dirty things he said only fueled her heat, driving
her on to higher levels of debauchery.
“I don’t believe you, you’re lying!” Whack-whack-whack.
He slapped her ass until she cried out again twisting
in agony before him. Then slowly he began to manipulate
her sex again, softly caressing her clit and mound,
until she was moaning with pleasure in front of him.
She did want it, she wanted one in every opening in her
body, and she was just that hot. She didn’t know why
the Master didn’t believe her. She must try harder to
convince him, she thought.
“Please Master! Allow me to service you by sucking your
beautiful cock. Please master, I need it so badly, I’ll
die if I don’t swallow your cum!”
“That’s better slut, you may now sample the offering of
your Lords body,” he said.
The deep tone of his voice, as it passed over her body
was like an intense caress. And that feeling settled
deeply in the tender recesses of her cunt, driving her
lust to the boiling point.
John, motioned Bill forward, and she latched onto his
fat cock like a starving man wolfing down a hot dog.
She delivered up the most wonderful assortment of
sounds he had ever heard a human being make before, as
she sucked him.
True to her word she had Bill milked and coming in no
time at all. He must have squirted for three solid
minutes, but Linda never missed a beat or spilled a
drop of his sperm, swallowing the entire massive load.
Bill came screaming his head off and afterward
collapsed into the love seat behind him.
“Now lay down in front of me, you are going to
masturbate while we watch you. I won’t fuck you until
after you orgasm. Once you’ve flamed I’ll use you as I
please, in any opening that I please, do you understand
me slut? he asked her harshly.
“Yes Sir I do,” she told him as she laid herself flat
out on the floor.
“John couldn’t help but gaze down at her laying there,
the sight of her high prominent mound was beautiful.
She was wet everywhere down below and her swollen cunt
lips pulsed with her heartbeat, the very sight of her
made his cock lurch, she was lust incarnate in a
delightful looking form.”
Her delicate hands danced over her mons, expertly
romancing her soft heated sex, wooing her hard clit to
a higher elevation of sensitivity.
Her eyes were closed but the fact was not lost to her;
that two men with throbbing cocks were watching her
every move. And she burned inwardly with lust at the
very notion of two beautiful, twitching male cocks,
impatiently waiting to use her and fuck her savagely.
“Fuck it slave, fuck your Masters cunt faster, we are
impatient,” he spoke to her encouragement!
“God she thought, he’s so fucking forceful, I wonder
what he’ll be like when he fucks me,” excitement
filling her as she considered that small element of
uncertainty and danger in this present situation.
As soon as John saw her start to tremble he moved down
and over her, grabbing both wrist and forcing them to
her sides where he held them stationary.
“No, No please, my God Master let me go, you fucking
bastard I hate you! she screamed out.
As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted
saying them, fearing that he may postpone her climax
all together.
“You love me bitch and after tonight you will forever,
would you like to have me fuck you now Linda,” he asked
her softly! After asking, he then quickly covered one
hard nipple with his hot mouth, making her moan and
squirm beneath him.
“Yes you fucking bastard… I do love you, and God help
me, what you do to me,” she answered boldly, arching
her breast high against his mouth as she spoke!
Placing his lips close to her ear he ask, “Would you
have me tongue your sweet cunt right now Linda and
drive you screaming to orgasm, if so speak up, before I
change my mind,” he told her sternly.
“Oh Master I’m sorry about what I said, would you
please ravish your humble maidservant,” she begged him!
She threw her arms around his neck and drew him down to
kiss him. A sweet urgent, wet kiss, sucking his tongue
into her mouth with marked impatience.
She stirred something profoundly deep in him, with the
softness of her request. It had been a long time since
a woman had heated him up this way.
He could easily lose control with her he knew, and that
for John… was his element of danger. Caring too much
for another human being can get one hurt deeply, and he
knew it would be easy to care about Linda.
When his hand softly touched her wet sex she gasped out
sharply, rolling her lower body upward against his
hand. Her tongue probing his mouth, whimpering as he
fondled her pulsing folds.
There was nothing in the world left to her now but his
hands, and tongue. Stirring the raging sea of fire
washing over her, that they had created together.
When he returned to his seat and pulled her up in front
of him she clung to him like some needy, helpless
child, dependant on him for its security. If he had
breathed on any sensitive area of her body at that
moment, she would have exploded in orgasm.
He whispered in her ear and she immediately dove down
on his massive, lurching cock. Engulfing most of it on
her first downward plunge. She was an expert, taking it
all the way in and working him like a classy Vegas
Hooker. The lines between slave and Master were
blurring very rapidly now.
He couldn’t let her continue, or he would have flamed
under her intense assault. He ordered her to stop, and
it was immediately evident that she was disappointed
from the scathing glance he received.
“Don’t you like the way I do it my Lord?” she ask him,
disappointment clearly evident in her eyes and voice.
“I love what you do to my body Linda,” he answered,
careful not to meet her piercing glance as he spoke.
“I want you to stand straddling my legs on the couch
with your hands resting on the top of my shoulders,” he
told her.
She found her position, and his hands found her lovely
ass. His tongue slithered forward running itself all
around her smooth mons as he enjoyed the scent and
taste of her heat.
When he lashed her sensitive little nub, bathing it
with the glowing warmth of his tongue she nearly
fainted. He drank her tangy spice greedily, as the
walls of her sex gently clutched on his hot probing
tongue.
“Oh God lover finish me off, slay me with your wicked
sword,” she sobbed above him!
He lowered her to his waiting cock inserting its head
between her soaked vaginal lips, and left her in
control from there. She shoved her breasts into his
face; her arms wrapped around his head, as her pussy
began to stroke his cock for dear life.
He was so big inside of her, and he was now stimulating
regions of her passage no one had ever touched before,
God, he was wonderful she thought.
“Can you see it William? Can you see his huge cock
penetrating me? My God Bill! It feels marvelous,” she
called out to her husband.
“Bill’s cock was once again hard as rock, watching his
wife feverishly fucking another man was making him hot
all over again.”
John’s fingertips lightly stroked her buttocks as he
waited for the proper moment. When she began to excrete
significantly more fluid around him and shake, he
plunged his finger in her ass and wiggled it playfully.
She threw back her head and screamed gushing out on his
thighs. Her pussy pulsating around his hardness making
him tingle all along its entire length. She rode him
down hard, like a good Midwest cowgirl, milking his
sperm to the very last drop.
When they were finished, she kissed him softly. And
leaning into him whispered in his ear, “thank you Sir!”
Then she kneeled between his legs and took his
shrinking member into her mouth and softly sucked him
completely clean.
When she finished, she raised her lips to his and they
necked. Their hands feasting on each other’s bodies, as
they whispered words of endearment to each other, in
the fading glow of their mutual release.
She crawled over to Bill’s seat and with her eyes
looking at the floor she said, “I’m sorry about my
previous behavior Master, please forgive your repentant
maid,” her voice very soft as she spoke.
“You are forgiven dear,” he told her.
“May I kiss you now Master?” she ask softly.
He drew her near and found her lips to be soft and
yielding to his demand, her arms clinging around his
neck as his lips moved against hers.
“I’m giving you to John for the night slave, I’ll sleep
in the guest room. Don’t be inhospitable to our house
guest dear, by every means make him feel welcome, and
properly bathe him before putting him to bed dear,” he
told her only half joking.
“Thank you Master,” she said quietly, very pleased with
his decision.
She smiled up at him and spontaneously jumped into his
lap, taking hold of his hard cock she inserted him into
her wet cunt and lowered herself over him.
Linda began to moan loudly as she gyrated around the
pulsing cock of her husband. Her hands roamed freely
over his skin as she fucked him, clothing his body with
the robe of her own burning lust.
He didn’t last long; she fucked him like a succubus
straight out of the center of hell.
He came so hard he nearly bucked her off his lap. She
kissed him furiously when they had finished and brought
him down from the glow of his release slowly. “Thank
you Bill, I love you,” she told him.
“And you have always been my guiding flame my love,” he
whispered to her.
He was pleased he had made her happy; it was nice to
see her excited about her evening ahead. Later, that
night, when everyone had settled into their rooms. The
two lovers began breeding like rabbits and he could
hear the sounds of there love making. He smiled and was
still pleased he had made her happy. And then drifted
off to sleep to catch a dream.