Silence is harder to endure when it's shared. I know they’re both there and try to banish the latent vision of Leila, spread naked, face-up on the table ahead of me, bound to it by four silk scarves similar to the one that blindfolds me.
She's an open invitation that I haven't taken. Yet. Her breathing stutters every time the tip of my cock flexes in her entrance. Each agonising second captured in the slick heat of her pussy, virtually unmoving, is torture but I know that one more thrust will send us both over the edge. And that will displease Rosie who stands behind me with the tip of her strap-on penetrating my ass.
Leila's a waif of a thing, barely into her twenties with an impossibly tight cunt to match. She’s Rosie's plaything. Sub. Whatever. Tiny tits, mere bumps on her chest that make her nipples appear abnormally large. Crocodile clamps at either end of a looping chain constrict the blood flow and make every tug a searing maelstrom of pain that ebbs into pleasure when I let go. I know this because Rosie mimics my actions on a similar chain that dangles between my nipples.
“Reciprocity,” she had said in her plum English as we watched Leila present herself on the table to be bound, “is the best way to learn how to tread that balance between control and denial.”
At the time, as she secured Leila and patiently stroked the girl's nipples with the bristles of a soft paintbrush before attaching the clamps and making her gasp as she tested them, I had barely sampled what she meant. But now I know. Now I'm acutely aware of it because everything I continue to do to Leila is done to me by Rosie.
When I kissed from her neck to her abdomen, Rosie copied, dancing her lips across my skin. When I nuzzled Leila's sweet folds, coating my lips with her burgeoning wetness, Rosie lapped the slit of my rising cock and swirled the dots of pre-cum I released. When I drove my tongue into Leila's tight, perfectly shaved cunt and moaned into her slit, Rosie devoured my shaft, the vibrations of her humming around it making me swell as I nudged her throat.
I was rapidly learning that reciprocity was more than mutual action and reaction. In her playroom, we explored and tested the boundaries of control and submission, pleasure and pain, desire and restraint, our gasps and cries and spanks reflected off the wood-clad walls and floorboards.
She had led us from the main house across the stepping stones in the manicured lawn to the summer house in the shadow of the row of poplar trees that bordered her property. Up a couple of wooden steps, the double doors opened outward onto the decking and, from the house, it resembled any other space in which to relax and enjoy the garden or an afternoon tea.
Inside was a different story after she shut and bolted the doors, cocooning us in the airy wooden sanctuary that smelled faintly of sandalwood and whichever trees had given their life to construct the panels.
She stacked the chairs aside, then opened the wide cupboard in the corner. Removing the tea set piece by piece and placing it on the sideboard, she slid the false back away revealing a peg board onto which were mounted what can only be described as an arsenal of depravity. Whips, floggers, harnesses, hooks, straps, scarves, belts, clamps, chains, cuffs, dildos, vibrators, it didn't seem to end. Leila hadn't seemed fazed but to me as the relative newbie to the world of BDSM, it was an eye-opener.
Rosie had pointed to the table and made eye contact with Leila. Without any further prompt, the girl reached for the hem of her hoodie and hoisted it up off her wiry frame, shaking oaky tresses in its wake. I hadn't meant to gawp but I did. The way her barely-there breasts met the cooler air caused goosebumps to form and her nipples firmed as she unsnapped each button of her jeans and slithered them to the floor.
When she stepped clear of them she stood and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her cute cotton panties patterned with cartoon limes.
“Wait.”
The girl froze. Eyed her mistress and chewed her lower lip.
“Let him do it.”
“M-me?”
Rosie seemed amused. “You know how to undress someone, right?”
“I… well, yes.”
“Good. But make her feel it. Show her how much it means to you to reveal that sweet, delicious little slit of hers. Tease her. Make her plead for it. Here.” She selected a wand vibrator from the rack and passed it to me. “Use this. If her panties aren't sticky by the time you remove them, you need to try harder.”
The toy was weightier than I expected, given it was only a foot long and tapered gently up to the ball at the end. I thumbed the switch and it buzzed to life, almost making me drop it. The strong vibrations throbbed and I clicked it off.
I didn't move. Rosie smiled. “Don't be shy. Today she's yours. My gift to you for being so honest about wanting to learn the ropes, so to speak." She nodded towards her girlfriend. "Go on. Use her. Abuse her. Whip her. Fuck her. Bite her. Make her squirm, scream, beg until she's out of her pretty little mind with lust. She wants to be hurt, don't you, kitten?”
Leila cast her gaze to the floor and nodded sharply.
“See? She's your canvas. Ruin her. Just remember the two rules.”
I found my voice, realising my throat had dried. “Which are?”
“Neither of you cum until I say. You're here to learn control, and that can only be achieved through restraint. Self-restraint. If you can't be trusted to exercise that, I will step in and you will get hurt until you learn, understand?”
“Y-yes.” Rosie raised an eyebrow and waited for me to complete the sentence. “Uhh, mistress.”
“Good. Secondly, whatever you do to her, I'll do to you.” She grabbed another wand vibrator and thumbed it on and off like I'd done.
I swallowed and Rosie cocked her head, dirty blonde mane dusting one shoulder. “Got it?”
She was achingly beautiful. Much curvier than the willowy Leila, pale blue irises seemingly able to bore into my soul. I hadn't known what to expect. It had all been online. Just chat. Getting to know one another a bit. Her avatar of a pinkened ass, that I later found was Leila's peppered with handprints, had intrigued me enough to click through.
Her bio was unabashedly frank. She liked exploring the power play that BDSM offered. I didn't know what that meant. It was out of my league; beyond my sphere of understanding but I couldn't help being drawn to the descriptions as her biography developed. The possibilities enthralled me. Excited me. I wanted to understand it. Try it.
The curated selection of media on her profile drew me deeper. They depicted people roped and being kissed. Stroked. Flogged until they broke down and were permitted to cum. There were video clips of horny people trussed to tables and teased with toys, each achingly beautiful in ways beyond appearance. Every thrash or swat of paddle or palm made me blink in recoil, but my cock hardened. I watched them all in a growing state of arousal. It was a whole world I'd never known. Never thought I'd be interested in, and yet was clearly something I responded to.
Everything escalated from there. I hit the thumbs up on a bunch of the items and she must have got a notification because the next day a message was waiting for me. A thank you for liking what she posted. But that wasn't all; she wanted to know what elements I specifically liked about them.
With shaking fingers and a guilty conscience, I replied.
Soon enough we were chatting regularly. Swapping ideas. Sharing kinks. We eventually had a couple of video calls. The topic of exploring fantasies cropped up and I admitted my girlfriend didn't share my enthusiasm for my newfound interests. I knew it was wrong to spend time, albeit virtual, with someone else so darkly beautiful and alluring, but Kat had shut me down outright when I broached the topics. Said it was perverted to want to tie someone down and tease them to orgasm. Guess I couldn't blame her, but that didn't hinder me trying to exorcise whatever I was discovering about myself and my developing needs.
I couldn't stop and, ultimately, the lie about where I'd been deployed by work at short notice came far too easily.
Rosie raised her brow again. “Got it?”
I nodded. “Yes, mistress.”
“Good. Perhaps to make it fair, you should also strip. Leila will do it.”
The girl obediently stepped into my space, close enough I could detect delicately fragranced soap and shampoo. Her fingertips traced up my chest to the topmost button of my shirt and she undid it. Then the next, working her way down, flitting her emerald eyes up to mine as my pecs were revealed.
When the shirt hung loose at the front, she ran her warm fingers beneath the material, caressed my firm flesh, circled my nipples and slid up to nudge the garment from my shoulders. It caught on the vibrator in my hand so I transferred it and let the shirt pool at my feet.
She traced the scar on my left shoulder where I'd snagged it on some barbed wire in my teens, and ran her touches south to the waistband of my jeans. Popping the button, she dragged the zipper down and slithered the trousers and herself to kneel before me.
Her breath was hot against the bulge in my crotch, heightening my awareness of the small wet spot at its tip. I watched as she eased my feet free and discarded my jeans, before sliding her gaze up to mine and holding it as my mind raced at what she'd do next. After breaking the stare, she faced my cock, millimetres from it, licked her lips and slithered back up to stand, skin against skin. Her breasts rubbed my nipples as she leaned in on the balls of her feet, ballerina style, and scuffed my ear with her lips, whispering, “Don't hold back. I won't break.” She took a step away and we appraised one another, a few feet apart.
I remained paralysed. Didn't know what to do. Where to start. Here I was, given carte blanche over another person's body, totally in command of their pleasure, and I had no idea how to wield that power. What if she didn't like it? What if it didn't arouse her? Would I feel a failure?
Leila must have sensed my trepidation. “How about starting with these?” She sensually traced up from her thighs to her boobs. Stroked them and pinched her nipples then let her hands fall away to leave the erect peaks pointing in my direction.
When I still failed to move, she reached out, took a wrist in her warm hand and lifted, skimming her hips. I jolted as Rosie brushed mine. Continuing our journey, Leila drifted my touches upward. I made contact with one breast and Rosie copied on my pec, sending a shiver through me as she toyed with a nipple. When Leila let go, I hovered millimetres from her flesh, its heat radiating through my fingers. When I pinched, we both gasped, the sting rocketing outward from the contact point, ebbing as Rosie slackened her grip in response to me releasing the girl.
It was surreal. Like I was touching myself by remote control. Every brush and pinch and flick I made to Leila's skin echoed on mine. Connected. Symbiotic. Electrifying.
As I became bolder, our sighs transformed. Dark spots of arousal formed on our underwear and my bulge grew. I cupped her mound and she shut her eyes, the burgeoning scent of arousal staining my palm as Rosie wrapped her hand around my package and squeezed.
Lifting my hand to my face, I inhaled heady need. As the pheromones swirled and I caught snatches of delicious trapped musk, I hungrily licked at the fragments of her desire before returning to trace the outline of her lips through her underwear. Rosie skimmed the outer edges of my cock with her own wet fingertips; I firmed and shivered.
Her breath in my ear startled me. “You're doing very well. Look at her. See how she's responding.”
She was right. Leila had her head tipped back, eyes closed, lower lip caught between her teeth, behind which stifled whimpers formed.
Rosie whispered in my other ear while caressing my cock. “Feed off her. Make plenty of eye contact. It's not just about your actions but your intent too."
I gazed across at her. The girl lowered her chin and stared back with a penetrating intensity as I dusted my fingertips over her underwear. Our eyes remained locked while my fingers explored her mound through the atoms of her panties.
Rosie did likewise to my cock. "Isn't she beautiful? Lost in the moment." I nodded. Stroked her pussy lips. "Doesn't it make you want to fuck her? Make her beg. Make her drip. Then kiss her soaked little cunt. Devour her until she screams on the edge of delirium. She loves that and I’ll tell you something else for free." Her tongue traced my earlobe. "Each time you thrash her with the flogger, she gets tastier.”
I groaned. Cupped Leila's panties again and rubbed harder, smearing juices on the inside and swelling in Rosie's mimicry. Her husky whisper was loaded with need. “Mmm, careful. You're getting mighty hard there. Don't you dare blow your load before I tell you.”
Gritting my teeth, I backed off and sighed as the pressure to cum eased. I ran my touches along Leila’s waistband and hooked fingertips beneath the elastic. Drew her knickers down, bending at the waist so my face ended level with her hairless snatch. My god it was beautiful. Fragrant arousal drifted, lips beginning to splay naturally but still nestled snugly in the tiniest, tightest pocket of flesh I'd ever seen. The area glistened and I couldn't resist a taste, slick against my mouth as I moaned into her gash while Rosie nuzzled the base of my cock and sac.
I rolled my face and kissed to collect as much of her juice on my lips and stubble as I could. Roamed my eyes up her trim figure and connected with her loaded stare. A thrill gripped me and I studied every micro change in her expression as my tongue and lips explored her slick folds. In response to the flutters of her eyelashes, shape of her mouth and muted inhalations, I altered my breaths and touches to accentuate and elevate her excitement.
Crouched behind me, Rosie slurped and kissed the underside of my dick, and tenderly sucked my balls that I'd shaved at her request the day before. When my tongue fully breached Leila's slit, I was treated to Rosie wrapping her lips around my bulb and sucking. I jerked my hips, pulled clear and released Leila, fighting to keep my orgasm from surfacing.
“Fuck.”
Breathing heavily seemed to work, so I did that until the danger passed. Rosie's sing-song voice swirled behind me.
“Now now, no cheating. How can you learn the limits of your control if you don't push yourself?”
She was right. I picked up the wand and flicked it on. Jerked in unison with Leila as Rosie applied its tip across where my balls joined the base of my hardness.
Rolling the toy up and down Leila's beautiful pussy produced more of everything. More juices. More moans. More need etched on her face. Her excitement transferred to me, my cock oozing droplets of pre-cum that Rosie smeared with the buzzing wand.
She seemed delighted behind me. “That's it. Bring her to the boil but don't let her cum. See how her chest is starting to flush? How her mouth hangs open? Those are your guides. Listen to her. Watch her. Feel her through the toy and imagine she's a precious instrument that you're learning to play. Yesss, just like that. She's close.”
The gap between Leila's cries shortened. Intensified. She murmured, “Gonna cum, gonna cum, oh god.”
I tore the toy clear and the buzz echoing against my own genitals left a strange void that continued to be filled by the memory of its vibrations. I clamped my pelvic muscles and observed Leila doing the same, her body trembling.
Rosie prised the toy from my grip and thumbed it off. Passed me the flogger. “If you think that's exciting, whip her and see what happens.”
I alternated stares between the weighty implement in my hand, its red leather fronds brushing my leg, and the naked, panting siren ahead of me, standing demurely with hands behind her back. “Where?”
Rosie seemed amused. “Anywhere.”
My eyes met Leila's and she gave a faint nod, biting her lip. I raised the flogger between us, conscious that Rosie had rounded to face me as well, her own toy aloft. Pausing for a long moment, I watched the anticipation rise in Leila before swinging diagonally downward, catching the base of her breasts. She gave a little whimper, and I flinched as Rosie repeated my stroke. It kind of stung, quickly replaced by spreading warmth. I moaned.
Lifting the handle, I waited as she wiggled gently from foot to foot, anticipating the stroke. How long was too long? Would it hurt more after a prolonged pause? Should I keep up a sustained rhythm? When my strike landed on the other breast, higher and harder than the first lash, she yelped. I wasn't far behind, the warmth more intense this time.
I raised and swung the thing twice more, alternately cracking her tits. She gasped and rocked her torso to help dissipate the stings. My cock stiffened, mostly due to her reaction but also the heat that spiralled down from my chest. Fresh juices seeped from Leila's tight slit and I reached to cup her without thinking that Rosie would grab my cock and swirl her thumb over my tip.
The girl was soaked. My fingertips glimmered in the slivers of afternoon light that made it through the blinds. And if the silky texture of her elixir was exciting, it was nothing compared to its flavour. Rosie was right, she did taste better than before; somehow both sweeter and earthier. It blew my mind that she got wetter the more I hurt her. How could people be wired that way? I caught her attention and her eyes widened when she knew more was coming. I swung the flogger, catching both her tits. Jumped when Rosie did likewise to my chest. Steeled and swung a second time, harder. And again, gritting my teeth as the sting registered and flooded out and down.
I reached forward and rubbed to find how much wetter Leila had become. "Jesus, you're drenched."
She chewed one side of her lower lip and cast her gaze away. The tiniest hint of further submission, or perhaps embarrassment. My cock hardened fully in Rosie's grip, her voice quavering with excitement. “You want to fuck her now.”
It wasn't a question, but I nodded all the same.
Rosie pointed to the table and Leila climbed on, allowing herself to be bound to it. Her beautiful cunt glistened. All for me, while she let her girlfriend tease her with the paintbrush and secure the nipple clamps.
Even though I should have known what was going to happen, it was still a shock when Rosie stepped away from testing my clamps, took off her jeans and hoodie and climbed into a harness, securing the straps around her midriff, the long dark phallus dangling between her legs. She stared my incredulity down. “I told you how this works.”
With my heart hammering, I picked up the flogger again and stepped towards the stricken Leila, allowing the leather straps of the toy to brush her stomach as I swayed it left and right. She arched to meet them as I swung the flogger like a pendulum, her mouth falling open. It made the cry she gave when I whipped her pussy all the louder.
I wasn't prepared for how much it fucking stung when Rosie lashed my erection though. Heat tore through me from its tip to my balls, spreading backwards and up to flush my midsection.
God, at that moment all I wanted was something to soothe me, and it took a short while in my foggy brain to realise I held such power. I bent to kiss and lap Leila's sumptuous juices, groaning as Rosie engulfed my cock in her mouth. Warmth and my orgasm surfaced. I yanked free, standing and lashing the exposed pussy ahead of me.
Immediately as our cries merged, I buried my face in her delicious cunt and feasted. Over and over I alternated the savage strikes, then made us groan as I licked our pain away.
My cock was striped with marks when I finally stood and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. Leila was a needy, mewling mess.
“Fuck me. Please... please fuck me. God I need it.”
I placed the flogger alongside her tiny frame, trailed a fingertip up from her slit to the chain connecting her nipples and tugged it away from her body. Rosie pulled mine and I stepped forward, aligning my prick with the wet heat drooling from Leila's cunt, her body arched, gasping at the whirlwind of pain centred on the crocodile clips biting into her nipples.
Keeping the tension on my clamps, Rosie circled behind me and popped the cap off a tube of lube, applying it to the ridged veins of the toy before fingering my asshole with the remainder. I shivered and eased my dick into the tight confines of Leila and immediately knew what it felt like as my ass parted from Rosie's invasion.
Both of us gasped and I slid deeper, ass accommodating the considerable girth of the toy. I'd never experienced anything like it as I was split wide. Then wider, the erotic burn increasing as she worked deeper, mimicking my entry into Leila until I was fully impaled.
It took a little while to get used to the sensation. Not just physically. My head swam with the implications and, although I quickly banished the thought that enjoying anal sex made me gay or bi or… something, the nagging doubt that it fundamentally changed who I was and what I knew about myself remained.
Would I end up craving this the same way I crave the taste of my wife's pussy? Well, not just my wife's now, as I've become complicit in adultery. Twice. In the same session. And as the nascent taste of Leila danced under my nose, I knew deep down that this was not a one-off. I was addicted, despite the pangs of guilt that surfaced.
I briefly wondered if they have self-help groups for people like me.
Hello, my name is Sam, and I'm hooked on pussy.
Under Rosie’s expert tutelage, I was beginning to understand the complex dynamic of how subordination begets dominance. The offered trust is the currency, and the sub retains all the power because they can call halt to proceedings at any time. I hadn't expected that. Popular misconceptions—certainly mine until relatively recently—are that BDSM is a fetish involving being tied to a cross in a dungeon and beaten by someone in a leather mask, but the reality is far from it. It's subtle. Beautiful to behold the gift of wilful subservience and the thrill that accompanies the trust to deliver on it.
The slight softening of my cock buried in Leila brought me back to reality and I reversed, gliding out of her grip as her muscles desperately tried to hold me inside. The heat in my ass as Rosie withdrew was fleeting but intense and my dick pulsed as it stickily eased free. I gasped, the burning dissipating, and tried to think innocuous thoughts to stop myself spraying the bare surface of Leila's dripping pussy with cum.
I fought. Hissed through my teeth, panting hard to regain control. And won. Just.
The delight in Rosie's whisper tickling my ear filtered through. “Well done. But so you last longer, let's take one of your senses away.”
She draped the scarf over my shoulder, folded it and offered it up to my eyes, tying it off behind me.
So here I am. Sightlessly nudging my cock against the splayed petals of the prettiest little cunt I've ever tasted, holding this gasping sexpot on the knife edge of orgasm by the chain connecting her nipples, and simultaneously being in control of her own pleasure as well as mine.
The silence extends, punctuated only by three sets of laboured breaths. Then Leila's whimpers rise and centre me. “Please please pleeease. Let me cum. I'm so close.”
She wriggles and my cock twitches. I desperately want to pound her to oblivion and jet deep inside her, but Rosie was very clear on the rules of engagement.
My tone is even. “No.” I tug the chain, her nipples distending as the clips twist.
The gasps bouncing off both side walls in turn tell me she's thrashing her head. “Nooo, no no no no fuckkk.”
I release the chain, fumble for the flogger alongside her and thrash her tits. She screams. Rosie catches up and the sting on my chest brings about a curious sequence of events. The focused, sharp pain deflates my cock a touch but somehow increases the need to cum. So I do it again. Again. And again, the snap of the leather fronds preceding each sustained moan from her writhing frame until they become a continuous note, and my chest is on fire.
When I drape the flogger over her tummy, I roam my hand up. Heat radiates from her tiny boobs as I soothe her chest, rubbing and making her purr. I can even tell when she bites her lip because her sighs momentarily mute.
Lifting my hand, I hold out my palm. “Wand.”
The weighty toy lands and I search for the thumb switch, buzzing it to life. I jam it against Leila’s clit and she wails, thrashing within her bonds. My cock rockets back to full mast when vibrations centre on the spot between my balls and ass.
Rolling the fierce tool over her nub, she cries she's going to cum and I pull away from her desperation. She spits, “Fuck!” and I sense she wants to call me all manner of names too.
Rosie's voice is a harsh whisper, tickling my ear. “Praise her. She's doing so well. You both are.”
I rub Leila’s belly with my free hand. “Shhh. Good girl. Shhh.”
Her gasps soften, gradually mute and then open up when I return the vibrating head to her clit. The buzz disturbs the air by my jumping cockhead, nestled millimetres below in her slippery entrance and the urge to impale her swells with the reintroduction of Rosie's wand.
I tug away and bask in the relief. We both do. I clench my jaw and rhythmically apply the wand to her nub. One second on, three seconds off. “Wanna cum?”
She jolts and squirms with each pulse. “Yes. Fuuck yes, god I'm yours. Make me cu… make me cum, pleeease.”
I'm as much of a wreck as she is. The persistent threat of Rosie's strap-on. The buzzing beat. The incredible wetness tumbling from Leila's slit to coat the tip of my quivering cock.
I steel and snarl, “Beg!” holding the toy on her clit.
“Ple-hee-heeease.”
Yanking the vibrations away, I pick up the flogger and lash her tits. “Beg!”
She screams and I jolt, penetrating her a few centimetres. “Fuck meee. Please fuck me. I can't hold it.”
I thrash her harder and pulse the device on her dripping button, thundering, “BEG!”
Her hips roll and the entire head of my cock is swallowed. Rosie pierces me and I gasp as Leila breaks down with sobs of need. “Ohhh fuck I can’t hold it. Please. PLEASE!”
Rosie bites my ear and whispers, “Make her wait.” She lifts the lower edge of the blindfold and I take in Leila's abandonment. My god she's pretty. A sense of power and pride washes over me as she struggles to maintain her sanity, and I dust her tummy with the flogger. She arches again to receive the leather, moaning incoherently. I'm so close it's almost impossible to focus, but the only course of action open to me is denial. My breath catches and some voice that's probably mine commands, “No.”
The flogger slices the air and we both buck at the twin licks of pain, my cock disappearing fully into her. I let out a scream as my ass is stuffed to the hilt. Whether Rosie catches some internal button or I lose control, I spasm and, in panic, yank my soaked cock clear. My stiff tool pulses and dribbles thick gobs of creamy spunk onto her bare lips, and dread rushes in at what punishment I'm going to be subjected to. But I'm somehow not cumming. It's the weirdest sensation to ejaculate without it being accompanied by the usual internal waves or the jets that propel my jizz in arcs; it just… happens and I glow as the blobs autonomously pepper her pinkened mound.
I stare at the mess on Leila's cunt with the one eye not covered by the blindfold, still unable to process what happened. Risking a touch, I grab my dick and smear the sensitive crown in the cream, wiping it across her clit. The poor girl thrashes her body and I hope the table legs are strong enough to withstand her fury as she begs and sobs in throaty whispers, “Please, fuck, let me cum. Please, sir.”
Sir?
My cock throbs in my palm. “Soon.” I withdraw, lash her sticky slit, the splat of the falls loud in the cabin space, and immediately wish I hadn't when Rosie whips me too. The heat of her breath plays across my ear lobe matching the heated sting that rockets up through my frame to greet it.
I buck. Our gasps synchronise and I barely absorb Rosie's whisper above the roaring in my head. “You may cum.”
My body, however, doesn't miss the instruction. I slam the buzzing toy against Leila’s clit and sink deep into her dripping confines, huffing. “Cum with me,” as the vibrations and shared relief engulf me.
Leila wails and Rosie pounds my bottom in sync with my ravaging cock. After a series of deep, powerful strokes, my climax builds and I pin the scrawny girl to the table, groaning, releasing rhythmic jets into her clawing cunt that are intensified by the fullness in my ass.
The toy drops from my grip and buzzes impotently on the floor. Rosie slips the blindfold off fully and I'm treated to Leila's twisted torture as her orgasm surfaces, crests and bursts in the wake of mine. Even sunrise over Machu Picchu pales in comparison as she wails and gasps and thrashes against the bonds, throaty moans and whimpers in time with the rippling of her pussy walls around me.
“Good girl. You're so fucking beautiful.” And I mean it. God knows, I mean it. The praise tumbles of its own accord and I stroke her cheek as she gradually slides down the other side of Nirvana. She smiles broadly, cradling into me as the waves continue to batter her until all that remains are her tear-stained cheeks, sighs of pleasure and the deep glow of release between us.
I stroke her lips and she playfully nips my thumb. “Thank you.”
Gazing past me, she lets out a giggle. “This one's a keeper.”
My final dribbles of cum ooze inside her and I begin to withdraw. Yet again, the intense burning swamps me as Rosie exits and the heat lasts longer than any previous time. So much, I have to pause for composure before pulling out fully, the cool air of the cabin amplifying the warmth.
Extricating myself from between them, I stoop to pick up the vibrator and thumb it off.
Silence.
We all focus on the mess I've made of Leila's cunt, splotched with cum, inside and out, some of which is starting to trickle free. Rosie bends and licks, a long slow lap from base to clit and Leila squirms, her head lolling my way, eyes meeting mine in half-lidded satisfaction. She drops her focus to the toy in my hand and nods at Rosie. I cotton on, flick it back to life and step behind her plump, round ass. Slipping the vibrator under the base of the glistening phallus strapped to her, I seek her clit and she moans into her girlfriend's snatch when I zero in.
Her pussy glints and I dare to stroke it. She's almost as drenched as Leila was. The sigh she emits is a far cry from the admonishment I expect for breaking code. It spurs me on and I slip a finger inside her. She groans, “Mmm-yeeah,” so I add a second digit, gliding between her soaked lips.
“Ohhh, fuck yes.” Her tongue works at Leila's slit, cleaning my cum. Probing. Fluttering as I watch the girl's eyes flicker with latent tremors of pleasure at the loving attention to her sensitive button.
I set up a rhythm, finger fucking Rosie and rocking the buzz against her clit. It doesn't seem right to deny her after the joy she gave us, so I'm relentless as she slurps and kisses and groans into her girlfriend. Her desperate cries increase in pitch until she plateaus, her moans turning raspy and raw and her cunt pulsing around my buried fingers.
The strap-on sways between her thighs and I keep the pressure of the vibrations up until she twists away and I flick it off. When her pussy ripples fade, I slither free. Can't resist lifting my soaked fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean. She's tangier than Leila, but I crave more. Wipe a few stray droplets up and clean those too, before throwing caution to the wind, bending and lapping her slit free of cum, my nose buried against her asshole as she quivers and moans approval into her girlfriend.
When she's clean and my stubble is stained with both their scents, I stand. The air is thick with sex. Rosie unbuckles the harness and lets it thump to the floor before dusting fingertips across Leila's sensitive skin and drifting to untie the four scarves.
She sits, rubs her wrists marked where she's been struggling, hops off the table and is a little unsteady against me, as the incredible heat of her body presses to mine. She trails a fingertip from the top of my thigh, up over my hip and side, circles the nipple clamp and slides away the guard holding the scissor mechanism in place. Heat tears through me and I gasp as blood races to fill the void. She does the other and my vision blurs momentarily until the pain stabilises. Then she offers hers for me to release. One by one I squeeze the clip ends to open the jaws and she hisses with each, massaging her marked peaks.
Rosie steps in too, the beauties flanking me. She strokes my withering cock. “So, never had a prostate orgasm before?”
“Is that what it was?”
She nods. “What did you think?”
“It was amazing. Didn’t know it was possible to cum twice in succession like that.”
“That’s only the beginning.”
“Really?”
“Mmm-hmm. Assuming you want to see us again.”
And there it was once more, looming large in the room. The guilt at cheating on Kat after just three years. The love of my life. The girl who captured my heart by spilling a pint on me in the pub and insisting I go home with her so she could wash my clothes. The girl who makes me laugh and fulfils all my sexual needs…
… bar one: to surrender. To give me her unfettered trust to do what I choose with.
My time with Leila and Rosie has uncaged what had been dormant for some time; perhaps years. And there’s no way I can close the door. Not now. Not after having felt the energy thundering through my veins as I held Leila's pleasure to ransom; as I gave myself to Rosie. It’s not as if I can close my eyes and unsee or unfeel the last hour or so.
I swallow. “If you’ll have me, then yes.”
Leila beams and steps in. Tiptoes. Brushes her lips to mine. “Oh we've got a tonne of things to show you. There are so many ways you can ruin me.”
If my cock hadn't been recently spent, it would have sprung to hardness at the mere thought of toying with her again. The possibilities are endless and my heart thumps against her nakedness.
I snake an arm around her. Stroke her mane of hair. Draw her close and briefly capture the heat of her lips in mine. “If you trust me, I'll make you beg and scream for your next orgasm.”
Her breath quickens against my cheek and she traces my nipple with a fingernail. “I'll hold you to that.”
We support one another, sharing warmth from the marked areas of our bodies, idly stroking, and let the silence carry us into private fantasies of where surrender will take us next.
