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Jahn and Gin looked longingly, even lustfully, at each other across their living room. Jahn slowly smiled at his wife, Virginia, and she returned a smile that tasted of sadness across her dry lips. It had been ten months since her much wetter lips had been around Jahn's lovely cock. It had been ten months since she had felt his lips and tongue taking her to a shattering climax. As they had gotten to know each other more deeply, the sex had been exploring and exciting, but after many late night confessions, laughing and crying, they had admitted each was, in fact, shyly, a closet submissive wanting to come out.
No one they knew was suitable, even to talk about it with. They went shopping online for kinky fetish toys and accessories and jewelry. They tried to crash the local BDSM scene. They tried online and offline and BDSM-and-breakfast roadhouses. No one was suitable.
It had been ten months. It became like a taboo subject. It became stolen moments of secret masturbation fantasies alone. For Jahn. And Gin.
Still on the fringe of the kinky social crowd, rumors began circulating about some new person only known as XXXLIX. No one knew exactly how LIX swung or was hung or how LIX licked or anything much. A few digitals of what ws supposed to be his cock and balls – adorned wih leather or rope - were sent to this one and that; analysis of his favorited onsite photos, videos, and erotic stories were shared back and forth with arousing details and fantasies.
LIX seemed to be androgynously sensual and lusty as a satyr. Couples, singles, fetishists, and creative switchy anything-goes novelty lovers. So the rumors went. And grew.
And reached into the data stream of Jahn and Gin. It wasn't, they told each other, a coincidence. He could be – if not The One – at least A One who could fire up their sex life again. They nodded at their own logic and later that night – watching threesome slave-Dominant porn – masturbated in the nude in front of each other.
Gin closed her eyes and slowly slid her middle finger between her glistening pussy lips, drawing it even more slowly, teasingly, up and across her throbbing clit. She groaned loudly, imagining her lips vibrating and trembling around LIX's thick cockhead. Jahn's fist pumped furiously along the fat shaft, his hand pounding hard against his cockringed balls. He grunted. His mind played warping images of his tongue and Gin's dancing on LIX's cockhead before taking turns sliding it deeply into their mouths.
“Fuck!” he whimpered softly, feeling a false cum droplet – but that was all – dribble from his cockslit.
“No, no!” Gin cried, feeling her climax escape her grasp. Her clit ached and made her body shudder.
They didn't even have to talk about it. They wanted some LIX.
It became a ritual of arousal and denial that Jahn and Gin considered agonizingly pleasurable foreplay and control. But they wanted more. They wanted LIX to be their...whatever he wanted to call himself.
And they would be his willing, used submissives.
And it was going to be great.
His head bowed, Jahn couldn't believe the hard cock he saw was his own. Veins pulsed and throbbed; the head feltMore like it would burst. His balls were so taut he could barely stand it. Jahn swallowed hard and quietly murmured, “Thank you, Sir.”
He felt a gratifying tug on the leash attached to a stiff rubber ring just below his cockhead. His cock twitched and he felt another, harder pull as the leash was held in place. Jahn watched the black leather glove slide beneath his balls and lightly tease them. The leather covered fingers moved along the matching black leather cockstrap around Jahn's cock and balls then stroked along the shaft to the crown. Jahn felt his knees tremble against the cool wooden floor.
Silently, Jahn urged the older man before him to grab his hair and thrust Sir's cock between his lips. As slowly or roughly as would please Sir.
And then he did.
His gloved hands slid across Jahn's nipples, then up along, teasingly choking, Jahn's neck and finally firmly gripping his ears and holding his head in place...while he teased his cockhead across Jahn's eager lips.
“Oh, Sir!” Jahn whispered, his mouth filled with cock.
Jahn's lips sucked in tightly, felt sir's thrusts grow more heated,,,but Jahn's mind was already imagining his wife doing what he was doing. Getting her mouth fucked sensually by Sir. Her lipstick smearing along the shaft he was now worshipping; dragging his tongue and darting it to taste Sir's ball sack.
Jahn heard a sigh and looked up to see Gin watching them. She was almost naked; her panties pulled down; thumb glistening wetly as she alternated between licked it and rolling it across her clitoris. Jahn grunted and nearly came when Sir beckoned Gin to him and pointed downward.
Jahn shuddered feeling his wife's bare shoulder rub against his own as she knelt. His eyes looked sideways at her as she slowly lowered her head down to Sir's cock. Jahn jerked feeling at tug at the leash around his neck, then another from the leash attached to his cock. Gin felt a similar pull from her collar leash.
Sir smiled and stretched his still lean body across the couch, his legs akimbo; his cock worshipped. He removed his gloves, the better to touch their skin and hair; to feel the heat of his cock and her pussy bare skin to bare skin.
He caressed their faces sensually, teasingly, now denying them the taste of him, now forcing it down their throats. Then he pushed them back on their knees, reeling from the closeness of oncoming climax.
“Talk dirty to me,” Sir commanded.
Gin glanced at Jahn and bit her lower lip. “Please, Sir, may we worship your cock again?”
Something: a voice, a noise, woke Jeri from a restless sleep Thursday night. Her throat felt dry and beads of sweat slid down her skin, making the thin negligee cling tightly. She slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The house was dark and through the open curtains of the patio French doors, Jeri could look up and over the backyard fence to the upper story of her neighbor's townhouse. Before getting to the kitchen, she paused and glanced at the lit window of Jahn and Gin's place.
Jeri's eyes widened and she ducked back, then slowly stepped closer to the glass panels. She'd often seen them and thought they both looked pretty hot. Now she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Gin was completely nude, a black cloth tied across her eyes and she was...sucking off two men in the long window frame above.
One man looked like Jahn but the other was a stranger. Jeri watched, fascinated, as Gin's lips moved from cockhead to cockhead and back again in a continously steady rhythm. Jeri felt strange as she kept looking. Her mind began fantasizing being Gin, having those two hard cocks all to herself to toy with and tease and make cum. Then she imagined – it got crazy! -licking Gin's wet pussy as the men thrust their dicks in Gin's mouth until they all collapsed in climax.
Jeri stared at the window sex scene and her hand moved lightly across her still sweaty negligee. Her fingers found her pussy was already moist and growing wetter as she toyed with her clit. She'd tossed her last boyfriend to the curb for being a jerk almost a year ago and no one since had...
Jeri gasped as the stanger grabbed Gin's hair and then pushed Jahn away roughly. The stranger began a pattern of deep hard fast strokes into Gin's mouth and then teasing the head over her lips, keeping a firm grip on her hair. Jeri loved seeing that and her knees dipped weakly as she kept watching, rubbing her pussy rapidly and thrusting two fingers in her own mouth. Oh, fuck, she thought. I swear I am going to....
Jeri's knees shook and collapsed under her as her whole body trembled from her orgasm. She'd had strong ones before, of course, but this was: incredible. Through hazing eyes she looked up at the stranger and Gin and sank down to the carpet. Just before falling asleep there, Jeri clearly saw three faces at the window looking down at her, her negligee pulled open and her fingers buried in her pussy.
Friday morning there was a knock at Jeri's door before she went on her usual jog. She looked through the door peephole but couldn't see anyone. She waited a moment, then cautiously opened the door. There was no one there, but a folded slip of paper fell from the door jamb.
“Come over tonight, Jeri. 9:00. See you then, too. Gin, Jahn, and Sir.”
Sir? Jeri frowned in thought. Who and what is Sir? Then she remembered the stranger in the window with them last night. The way both Gin and Jahn had sucked this man's dick. The way he had controlled Gin's mouth with his cock. That watching had made her cum so fucking hard she might have passed out. Was that Sir? She knew they had all seen her playing with her pussy as she watched them.
Now they were inviting her over. She felt embarassed that they had seen her like that, but it alos made her feel sexy and aroused like she hadn't ever felt before.
She couldn't help herself and reached down to touch herself, thinking about wht might happen tonight. Her jogging shorts were already wet and stained and it felt – as she stroked her clit through the material – like warm soft jelly between her thighs.
Sir adjusted the leash to Jahn's thick black leather collar. The end of the leash was fed through the collar's single D-ring and then attached to a black glansring around the head of his swollen cockhead. When Sir pulled the leash it tugged Jahn's cock...up, down, sideways, roughly, gently. It made Jahn's cock very hard when the leash was pulled. A tiny droplet of precum oozed from the tip of Jahn's cock and Sir smeared it slightly with his gloved hand, then rubbed it across the blindfolded Gin's lips. She shivered and licked her lips greedily.
Sir's gloved hand wrapped around the leash and yanked strongly, pulling Jahn to his side. Sir grabbed Jahn's thick shaft and wiped the exposed head across Gin's lips, then grabbing his own cock repeated the action. Alternating between Jahn's captive cock and his own, Sir teased Gin's mouth softly, then more urgently, finally pushing Jahn aside, thrusting his cock deeply in and out of Gin's drooling mouth.
She squealed when he came, globs of creamy cum dripping off her chin, to be eagerly lapped up by Jahn. When he had cleaned every drop of Sir's cum up, then Sir forced Gin's mouth down on Jahn's cockhead, fucking her mouth with it. Gin reeled on her knees but kept sucking, sucking harder, taking Jahn's deep thrusts with only a little gagging then squealing again when Jahn's load burst into her throast.
After catching their breath, all three turned to look at the writhing Jeri, tied to a chair, her legs wide apart, her wrists behind her. Her face was a grimace of arousal and denial. Her clitoris was hugely swollen and her pussy lips dark, shiny, and flushed.
“You see, Jeri. This is how it is,” Sir said with a slight geature.
Jeri nodded quickly.
“And it is what you what right now?”
Jeri nodded.
Sir shook his head.
“Talk to me.”
“Please, Sir. I want it.”
Sir gestured again, just the lightest movement of fingers. Jahn took off Gin's blindfold and they both crawled on all fours toward Jeri's open thighs.
Jahn began rubbing his cock on Jeri's feet and up her legs. Gin slid up along the chair and Jeri's naked body to her ear. “You will love it,” she whispered hoarsely and tied the blindfold over Jeri's eyes.
Now it was her turn, but with an added twist. Blindfolded, highly aroused already, Sir and Jahn rubbed their cocks across Jeri's mouth, then there was the long-sought sweet and unbelievably wet pussy of Gin, grinfing on her tongur and mouth. Each in turn – sometimes lingering long, sometimes a quick one time thrust – in and out and across Jeri's lips and sometimes...she coudn't know when...a finger, a palm, some body part would connect with her nipples or clitoris. On and on it went. Soft laughter, terribly dirty talk, whispered caresses, commands and demans, and urgencies erased time from Jeri's mind. She was pure sexuality, sensuality, herself, undiluted and raw.
Fuck it felt good.
Jahn looked at his wife with her legs spread-eagled in front of Sir. He kind of envied the sexy black leather wrist restraints and matching collar and leash that were her only attire exceot for hr dark stockings and heels. Jahn twisted his head away and looked down at his own leather restraints, collar and leash. They were a humiliating pink.
It turned him on. He'd been a submissive man all his life, but this was something new and arousing. Treated like a complete whore by Sir, Jahn had found his sexual niche he felt. His reverie of imagining being permitted to service Sir's cock was broken suddenly at the sharp bark of Sir's voice.
“Come here, Jahn!”
Jahn crawled on his hands and knees closer to Sir. He visibly trembled when Sir's fingers grabbed the fastener of his leash and removed it fro his collar ring. Jahn felt stripped to the bone, as if Sir were rejecting him, dismissing him. No, please, Sir! He thought to himself.
Sir held the leash's clip close to Jahn's eyes and shook it...then immediately fastened it to the hard black cockring circling Jahn's cockhead and tugged it hard and fast. Jahn gasped at the stretching as Sir reached around and twisted Jahn's balls. Jahn bit his lower lip, trying not to cum. He almost came again when Sir stood and pulled the leash The ring just below his cockhead felt like it was shrinking, tightening around his upper shaft and it felt like a strong hand gripping, squeezing...Sir's hand, stroking, pulling. Jahn's body shook as he fought to keep from cumming.
Sir whispered at Jahn's ear, “You're a dirty little pink whore, aren't you? MY whore, Jahn. And so is your wife.” He pointed at Gin, still lying helplessly spread-eagled on the floor. Sir reached down and grasped Jahn's cock strongly. “Shall I give you permission to put this in your wife's pussy, Jahn? It looks very wet from here.” Sir roughly shoved Jahn to his knees in front of his wife gaping thighs. Sir's other hand lightly brushed up and down Gin's pussy lips and dragged a thumbnail over her clit which made her cringe.
“She's ready for it,” he told Jahn. Pulling Jahn tighter and clasping both Gin and Jahn's leashes in one hand, he guided Jahn's engorged cock in and out of his wife's pussy. Teasing and plunging it deeper with each stroke. Gin's eyes closed and her mouth wordlessly opened in ecstasy until Sir stepped closer and stuck his cock in her mouth, Gin gagged with the deppth and then greedily started sucking Sir's cock as he also guided Jahn's cock to fuck her. She felt...she felt Mastered, whatever that meant. He could do anything to her he wanted. And she knew Jahn felt the same way. It was what each separately and together wanted for years. Now, they had a Master, a Sir to lead them and protect them and whom they adored to serve, pleasure, and make cum.
Sir pulled out of Gin's mouth and bent down to rearrange her and Jahn. He pulled her ankles around behind Jahn's back and hips and tied them lightly with rope. The contraint sent messages straight to Gin's libido and she started grinding more rapidly on her husband's cock. She looked pleadingly to Sir.
“Please, Sir, may I suck your cock some more?” she whispered.
Sir smiled at her brightly. “No,” he said. “But Jahn will.”
Grabbing up Jahn by the hair, Sir drove his cock brtween Jahn's lips to the balls and began fucking his mouth hard and fast.
Gin squirmed trying to reach Sir's cock, too. She stretched her tongue to its furthest and was just able to lick the tip of Sir's cock as it came all the way out of Jahn's mouth.
It felt perfect. The perfect feeling sent electric bolts straight to her clitoris, even more so when she sensed Sir's strong hand guiding theor neighbor Jeri's mouth there. Sir had Jeri's short hair gripped tightly, roughly grinding her lips across and over Gin's pussy. Gin began groaning louder and grinding her hips back hard.
Sir's other hand gripped Jahn's throat as he continued to shove and thrust his glistening hard cock in and out of Jahn's lips with growing abandon, fucking Jahn's mouth.
Jahn started stroking his own cock as he slurped, kissed, licked, and worshipped Sir's dick in tandem with his wife. Gin writhed against Jeri's lips and fingers, wetly sucking Sir's balls and kissing them. Her tongue snaked out to lick Sir's thick shaft as it slid from between her husband's lips. She got closer to climaxing with every lick. Every taste of his cock began to make her shudder.
“Sir...please...I need to cum,” Jeri's voice drifted upward from between Gin's legs. Her fingers and thumb worked quickly in and out of her pussy then roughly rubbing her clit. Sir's eyes looked at her coldly. “I will tell you when you may cum, not before.:
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered and returned to licking and fingering.
Jahn was the next to beg for release. His words were distorted and wrapped around Sir's cockhead, the vibrations sending sensual stirs along the shaft. Sir glanced down and pulled the sucking mouth off his cock.
“Over there,” he growled and pointed to a chair against the wall. “Now.”
Jahn crawled to the chair and pulled himself slowly into the seat.
Sir smiled cruelly. “You can stroke it there. And watch.”
Sir turned to Jeri. “You, too.”
Then Sir took Gin by the hair and pulled her mouth to his bobbing cockhead. “Show them,” he commanded. “Show them how to properly worship your Sir's cock. Make me cum.”
Jahn and Gin looked longingly, even lustfully, at each other across their living room. Jahn slowly smiled at his wife, Virginia, and she returned a smile that tasted of sadness across her dry lips. It had been ten months since her much wetter lips had been around Jahn's lovely cock. It had been ten months since she had felt his lips and tongue taking her to a shattering climax. As they had gotten to know each other more deeply, the sex had been exploring and exciting, but after many late night confessions, laughing and crying, they had admitted each was, in fact, shyly, a closet submissive wanting to come out.
No one they knew was suitable, even to talk about it with. They went shopping online for kinky fetish toys and accessories and jewelry. They tried to crash the local BDSM scene. They tried online and offline and BDSM-and-breakfast roadhouses. No one was suitable.
It had been ten months. It became like a taboo subject. It became stolen moments of secret masturbation fantasies alone. For Jahn. And Gin.
Still on the fringe of the kinky social crowd, rumors began circulating about some new person only known as XXXLIX. No one knew exactly how LIX swung or was hung or how LIX licked or anything much. A few digitals of what ws supposed to be his cock and balls – adorned wih leather or rope - were sent to this one and that; analysis of his favorited onsite photos, videos, and erotic stories were shared back and forth with arousing details and fantasies.
LIX seemed to be androgynously sensual and lusty as a satyr. Couples, singles, fetishists, and creative switchy anything-goes novelty lovers. So the rumors went. And grew.
And reached into the data stream of Jahn and Gin. It wasn't, they told each other, a coincidence. He could be – if not The One – at least A One who could fire up their sex life again. They nodded at their own logic and later that night – watching threesome slave-Dominant porn – masturbated in the nude in front of each other.
Gin closed her eyes and slowly slid her middle finger between her glistening pussy lips, drawing it even more slowly, teasingly, up and across her throbbing clit. She groaned loudly, imagining her lips vibrating and trembling around LIX's thick cockhead. Jahn's fist pumped furiously along the fat shaft, his hand pounding hard against his cockringed balls. He grunted. His mind played warping images of his tongue and Gin's dancing on LIX's cockhead before taking turns sliding it deeply into their mouths.
“Fuck!” he whimpered softly, feeling a false cum droplet – but that was all – dribble from his cockslit.
“No, no!” Gin cried, feeling her climax escape her grasp. Her clit ached and made her body shudder.
They didn't even have to talk about it. They wanted some LIX.
It became a ritual of arousal and denial that Jahn and Gin considered agonizingly pleasurable foreplay and control. But they wanted more. They wanted LIX to be their...whatever he wanted to call himself.
And they would be his willing, used submissives.
And it was going to be great.
His head bowed, Jahn couldn't believe the hard cock he saw was his own. Veins pulsed and throbbed; the head feltMore like it would burst. His balls were so taut he could barely stand it. Jahn swallowed hard and quietly murmured, “Thank you, Sir.”
He felt a gratifying tug on the leash attached to a stiff rubber ring just below his cockhead. His cock twitched and he felt another, harder pull as the leash was held in place. Jahn watched the black leather glove slide beneath his balls and lightly tease them. The leather covered fingers moved along the matching black leather cockstrap around Jahn's cock and balls then stroked along the shaft to the crown. Jahn felt his knees tremble against the cool wooden floor.
Silently, Jahn urged the older man before him to grab his hair and thrust Sir's cock between his lips. As slowly or roughly as would please Sir.
And then he did.
His gloved hands slid across Jahn's nipples, then up along, teasingly choking, Jahn's neck and finally firmly gripping his ears and holding his head in place...while he teased his cockhead across Jahn's eager lips.
“Oh, Sir!” Jahn whispered, his mouth filled with cock.
Jahn's lips sucked in tightly, felt sir's thrusts grow more heated,,,but Jahn's mind was already imagining his wife doing what he was doing. Getting her mouth fucked sensually by Sir. Her lipstick smearing along the shaft he was now worshipping; dragging his tongue and darting it to taste Sir's ball sack.
Jahn heard a sigh and looked up to see Gin watching them. She was almost naked; her panties pulled down; thumb glistening wetly as she alternated between licked it and rolling it across her clitoris. Jahn grunted and nearly came when Sir beckoned Gin to him and pointed downward.
Jahn shuddered feeling his wife's bare shoulder rub against his own as she knelt. His eyes looked sideways at her as she slowly lowered her head down to Sir's cock. Jahn jerked feeling at tug at the leash around his neck, then another from the leash attached to his cock. Gin felt a similar pull from her collar leash.
Sir smiled and stretched his still lean body across the couch, his legs akimbo; his cock worshipped. He removed his gloves, the better to touch their skin and hair; to feel the heat of his cock and her pussy bare skin to bare skin.
He caressed their faces sensually, teasingly, now denying them the taste of him, now forcing it down their throats. Then he pushed them back on their knees, reeling from the closeness of oncoming climax.
“Talk dirty to me,” Sir commanded.
Gin glanced at Jahn and bit her lower lip. “Please, Sir, may we worship your cock again?”
Something: a voice, a noise, woke Jeri from a restless sleep Thursday night. Her throat felt dry and beads of sweat slid down her skin, making the thin negligee cling tightly. She slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The house was dark and through the open curtains of the patio French doors, Jeri could look up and over the backyard fence to the upper story of her neighbor's townhouse. Before getting to the kitchen, she paused and glanced at the lit window of Jahn and Gin's place.
Jeri's eyes widened and she ducked back, then slowly stepped closer to the glass panels. She'd often seen them and thought they both looked pretty hot. Now she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Gin was completely nude, a black cloth tied across her eyes and she was...sucking off two men in the long window frame above.
One man looked like Jahn but the other was a stranger. Jeri watched, fascinated, as Gin's lips moved from cockhead to cockhead and back again in a continously steady rhythm. Jeri felt strange as she kept looking. Her mind began fantasizing being Gin, having those two hard cocks all to herself to toy with and tease and make cum. Then she imagined – it got crazy! -licking Gin's wet pussy as the men thrust their dicks in Gin's mouth until they all collapsed in climax.
Jeri stared at the window sex scene and her hand moved lightly across her still sweaty negligee. Her fingers found her pussy was already moist and growing wetter as she toyed with her clit. She'd tossed her last boyfriend to the curb for being a jerk almost a year ago and no one since had...
Jeri gasped as the stanger grabbed Gin's hair and then pushed Jahn away roughly. The stranger began a pattern of deep hard fast strokes into Gin's mouth and then teasing the head over her lips, keeping a firm grip on her hair. Jeri loved seeing that and her knees dipped weakly as she kept watching, rubbing her pussy rapidly and thrusting two fingers in her own mouth. Oh, fuck, she thought. I swear I am going to....
Jeri's knees shook and collapsed under her as her whole body trembled from her orgasm. She'd had strong ones before, of course, but this was: incredible. Through hazing eyes she looked up at the stranger and Gin and sank down to the carpet. Just before falling asleep there, Jeri clearly saw three faces at the window looking down at her, her negligee pulled open and her fingers buried in her pussy.
Friday morning there was a knock at Jeri's door before she went on her usual jog. She looked through the door peephole but couldn't see anyone. She waited a moment, then cautiously opened the door. There was no one there, but a folded slip of paper fell from the door jamb.
“Come over tonight, Jeri. 9:00. See you then, too. Gin, Jahn, and Sir.”
Sir? Jeri frowned in thought. Who and what is Sir? Then she remembered the stranger in the window with them last night. The way both Gin and Jahn had sucked this man's dick. The way he had controlled Gin's mouth with his cock. That watching had made her cum so fucking hard she might have passed out. Was that Sir? She knew they had all seen her playing with her pussy as she watched them.
Now they were inviting her over. She felt embarassed that they had seen her like that, but it alos made her feel sexy and aroused like she hadn't ever felt before.
She couldn't help herself and reached down to touch herself, thinking about wht might happen tonight. Her jogging shorts were already wet and stained and it felt – as she stroked her clit through the material – like warm soft jelly between her thighs.
Sir adjusted the leash to Jahn's thick black leather collar. The end of the leash was fed through the collar's single D-ring and then attached to a black glansring around the head of his swollen cockhead. When Sir pulled the leash it tugged Jahn's cock...up, down, sideways, roughly, gently. It made Jahn's cock very hard when the leash was pulled. A tiny droplet of precum oozed from the tip of Jahn's cock and Sir smeared it slightly with his gloved hand, then rubbed it across the blindfolded Gin's lips. She shivered and licked her lips greedily.
Sir's gloved hand wrapped around the leash and yanked strongly, pulling Jahn to his side. Sir grabbed Jahn's thick shaft and wiped the exposed head across Gin's lips, then grabbing his own cock repeated the action. Alternating between Jahn's captive cock and his own, Sir teased Gin's mouth softly, then more urgently, finally pushing Jahn aside, thrusting his cock deeply in and out of Gin's drooling mouth.
She squealed when he came, globs of creamy cum dripping off her chin, to be eagerly lapped up by Jahn. When he had cleaned every drop of Sir's cum up, then Sir forced Gin's mouth down on Jahn's cockhead, fucking her mouth with it. Gin reeled on her knees but kept sucking, sucking harder, taking Jahn's deep thrusts with only a little gagging then squealing again when Jahn's load burst into her throast.
After catching their breath, all three turned to look at the writhing Jeri, tied to a chair, her legs wide apart, her wrists behind her. Her face was a grimace of arousal and denial. Her clitoris was hugely swollen and her pussy lips dark, shiny, and flushed.
“You see, Jeri. This is how it is,” Sir said with a slight geature.
Jeri nodded quickly.
“And it is what you what right now?”
Jeri nodded.
Sir shook his head.
“Talk to me.”
“Please, Sir. I want it.”
Sir gestured again, just the lightest movement of fingers. Jahn took off Gin's blindfold and they both crawled on all fours toward Jeri's open thighs.
Jahn began rubbing his cock on Jeri's feet and up her legs. Gin slid up along the chair and Jeri's naked body to her ear. “You will love it,” she whispered hoarsely and tied the blindfold over Jeri's eyes.
Now it was her turn, but with an added twist. Blindfolded, highly aroused already, Sir and Jahn rubbed their cocks across Jeri's mouth, then there was the long-sought sweet and unbelievably wet pussy of Gin, grinfing on her tongur and mouth. Each in turn – sometimes lingering long, sometimes a quick one time thrust – in and out and across Jeri's lips and sometimes...she coudn't know when...a finger, a palm, some body part would connect with her nipples or clitoris. On and on it went. Soft laughter, terribly dirty talk, whispered caresses, commands and demans, and urgencies erased time from Jeri's mind. She was pure sexuality, sensuality, herself, undiluted and raw.
Fuck it felt good.
Jahn looked at his wife with her legs spread-eagled in front of Sir. He kind of envied the sexy black leather wrist restraints and matching collar and leash that were her only attire exceot for hr dark stockings and heels. Jahn twisted his head away and looked down at his own leather restraints, collar and leash. They were a humiliating pink.
It turned him on. He'd been a submissive man all his life, but this was something new and arousing. Treated like a complete whore by Sir, Jahn had found his sexual niche he felt. His reverie of imagining being permitted to service Sir's cock was broken suddenly at the sharp bark of Sir's voice.
“Come here, Jahn!”
Jahn crawled on his hands and knees closer to Sir. He visibly trembled when Sir's fingers grabbed the fastener of his leash and removed it fro his collar ring. Jahn felt stripped to the bone, as if Sir were rejecting him, dismissing him. No, please, Sir! He thought to himself.
Sir held the leash's clip close to Jahn's eyes and shook it...then immediately fastened it to the hard black cockring circling Jahn's cockhead and tugged it hard and fast. Jahn gasped at the stretching as Sir reached around and twisted Jahn's balls. Jahn bit his lower lip, trying not to cum. He almost came again when Sir stood and pulled the leash The ring just below his cockhead felt like it was shrinking, tightening around his upper shaft and it felt like a strong hand gripping, squeezing...Sir's hand, stroking, pulling. Jahn's body shook as he fought to keep from cumming.
Sir whispered at Jahn's ear, “You're a dirty little pink whore, aren't you? MY whore, Jahn. And so is your wife.” He pointed at Gin, still lying helplessly spread-eagled on the floor. Sir reached down and grasped Jahn's cock strongly. “Shall I give you permission to put this in your wife's pussy, Jahn? It looks very wet from here.” Sir roughly shoved Jahn to his knees in front of his wife gaping thighs. Sir's other hand lightly brushed up and down Gin's pussy lips and dragged a thumbnail over her clit which made her cringe.
“She's ready for it,” he told Jahn. Pulling Jahn tighter and clasping both Gin and Jahn's leashes in one hand, he guided Jahn's engorged cock in and out of his wife's pussy. Teasing and plunging it deeper with each stroke. Gin's eyes closed and her mouth wordlessly opened in ecstasy until Sir stepped closer and stuck his cock in her mouth, Gin gagged with the deppth and then greedily started sucking Sir's cock as he also guided Jahn's cock to fuck her. She felt...she felt Mastered, whatever that meant. He could do anything to her he wanted. And she knew Jahn felt the same way. It was what each separately and together wanted for years. Now, they had a Master, a Sir to lead them and protect them and whom they adored to serve, pleasure, and make cum.
Sir pulled out of Gin's mouth and bent down to rearrange her and Jahn. He pulled her ankles around behind Jahn's back and hips and tied them lightly with rope. The contraint sent messages straight to Gin's libido and she started grinding more rapidly on her husband's cock. She looked pleadingly to Sir.
“Please, Sir, may I suck your cock some more?” she whispered.
Sir smiled at her brightly. “No,” he said. “But Jahn will.”
Grabbing up Jahn by the hair, Sir drove his cock brtween Jahn's lips to the balls and began fucking his mouth hard and fast.
Gin squirmed trying to reach Sir's cock, too. She stretched her tongue to its furthest and was just able to lick the tip of Sir's cock as it came all the way out of Jahn's mouth.
It felt perfect. The perfect feeling sent electric bolts straight to her clitoris, even more so when she sensed Sir's strong hand guiding theor neighbor Jeri's mouth there. Sir had Jeri's short hair gripped tightly, roughly grinding her lips across and over Gin's pussy. Gin began groaning louder and grinding her hips back hard.
Sir's other hand gripped Jahn's throat as he continued to shove and thrust his glistening hard cock in and out of Jahn's lips with growing abandon, fucking Jahn's mouth.
Jahn started stroking his own cock as he slurped, kissed, licked, and worshipped Sir's dick in tandem with his wife. Gin writhed against Jeri's lips and fingers, wetly sucking Sir's balls and kissing them. Her tongue snaked out to lick Sir's thick shaft as it slid from between her husband's lips. She got closer to climaxing with every lick. Every taste of his cock began to make her shudder.
“Sir...please...I need to cum,” Jeri's voice drifted upward from between Gin's legs. Her fingers and thumb worked quickly in and out of her pussy then roughly rubbing her clit. Sir's eyes looked at her coldly. “I will tell you when you may cum, not before.:
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered and returned to licking and fingering.
Jahn was the next to beg for release. His words were distorted and wrapped around Sir's cockhead, the vibrations sending sensual stirs along the shaft. Sir glanced down and pulled the sucking mouth off his cock.
“Over there,” he growled and pointed to a chair against the wall. “Now.”
Jahn crawled to the chair and pulled himself slowly into the seat.
Sir smiled cruelly. “You can stroke it there. And watch.”
Sir turned to Jeri. “You, too.”
Then Sir took Gin by the hair and pulled her mouth to his bobbing cockhead. “Show them,” he commanded. “Show them how to properly worship your Sir's cock. Make me cum.”
Libbie
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