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Fay came and sat next to me on the sofa and took my hand in anticipation. Lotti approached Sofi, footsteps silenced by the thick carpet. Sofi nearly jumped out of her skin when Lotti lightly touched the nape of her neck with her crop. Sofi now knew that there was a fourth person in the room but didn’t dare look round. I could see her body tense waiting for the next touch.
Lotti’s blood-red kimono had gone revealing what she wore beneath. She looked stunning and scary in a corset, the same colour as the kimono, blood red and slightly sinister, and a matching thong that hid very little. Her small youthful breasts were supported rather than covered by the corset and her nipples were obviously hard and aroused. With the crop slapping the side of her boot in a constant rhythm she cut a figure that made even me nervous. What Sofi’s reaction would be I could hardly wait to find out.
With the tip of her crop she flicked up the hem of Sofi’s short skirt. Something she saw made her freeze momentarily. Then she bent down and lifted the hem of Sofi’s skirt and took a closer look.
“This is not school regulation underwear is it, slut?” she demanded.
When Sofi heard the new voice for the first time, she started to turn her head to reply. The crop immediately came into action. The swift flick at her backside brought a yelp of surprise and pain from Sofi.
“Eyes front and answer me, slut.”
A second swipe by the crop brought instant obedience. Sofi looked puzzled and slightly alarmed, not just by the sudden stinging pain in her arse but by the fact that the voice was female and seemed to be so youthful. Vague memories from last weekend came back and of chatting to a pretty girl on the computer while wedged between Fay and Ross.
With a quavering voice Sofi replied, “N … no, Miss.”
Her use of the term ‘Miss’ seemed instinctive. Two more blows by the crop were taken in silence before Lotti dropped the hem of her skirt and began to walk around the kneeling girl examining her from all angles. Fay and I sat on the sofa mesmerised. This was a totally different Lotti from the submissive girl we had used and abused last night. I think both of us were nervous on Sofi’s behalf. As she came around to the front Lotti let go of the crop and let it dangle from its wrist loop while she grabbed both of Sofi’s tits and squeezed. Sofi bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and winced. Then, done with her inspection Lotti walked over to the armchair and lifted her case onto the seat. In the silence of the room the double click of the catches echoed loudly. I couldn’t see what she took out but watched as she went to stand behind Sofi who was visibly trembling. It all became clear moments later when she slipped a blindfold over the girl’s head. She nestled it carefully in place then grabbed both of her plaits.
“Stand!” she demanded, pulling upwards.
With a yelp of protest Sofi did the best she could to obey. She managed to struggle to her feet while still keeping her fingers locked behind her head. Lotti surveyed her before lifting up the front of her skirt. We could now see what she had seen a few minutes earlier. The tiniest black thong.
“Does this look like school approved underwear?” Lotti asked us.
We agreed that it seemed far from it. Lotti stepped away and back to her case on the chair. She returned to her victim with a large pair of scissors. She pulled at the top button of the cardigan, stretching it out.
“I hope this doesn’t hold too much sentimental value for you, slut, although I suspect that you spent more time out of it than in it. Probably servicing any of your classmates that needed a quick fuck. Am I right? Probably the teachers as well.”
Snip, and the first button came free and was tossed aside. The metallic click, click, click created a contrapuntal rhythm before a pause, a snip, another distant noise as a second button flew into the far corners. The process was repeated until her now ruined cardigan hung opened. On the sofa we watch the theatrical display with amusement. We were delighting in the look on Sofi’s face. Despite the covering of her eyes her expressions showed a range of emotions. A strange mixture of fear and eagerness.
There was more work for the scissors to do and Lotti slowly cut up the length of one arm and then the other. Now in shreds the garment was pulled away and tossed aside. We expected the same fate to befall Sofi’s school tie but Lotti had other ideas. She pulled it open and away from around Sofi’s neck and then d****d it over her shoulder.
“That might be useful later on,” she commented.
The blouse was tugged free from the skirt and the buttons suffered the same fate as before. Again, the scissors sliced their way up the arms and the rag was thrown into a corner. The skirt could have simply been pulled down but Lotti seemed determined to see the job through properly. The pile of ruined clothing grew bigger. At the back of my mind I vaguely wondered how she was going to get home tomorrow evening, but it seemed unimportant compared to the arousal I was currently feeling.
Lotti stepped back and allowed us all to admire her handiwork. Sofi stood uncertainly in the middle of the room, her true delights still hidden from us by a black bra and her black thong. She was still blindfolded so she had no idea who her tormentor was.
“Now she looks like the slut she really is,” commented Lotti. “That schoolgirl look didn’t fool me.”
I felt a movement beside me and the familiar soft touch of Fay’s fingers circling my cock. I glanced down. She had spread her knees apart and her other hand was inside her kimono making small ripples in the silk as she toyed with herself. I looked back at the almost naked girl in front of us and memories of our previous time together made my dick twitch and harden.
Lotti stepped forward and took hold of Sofi’s right tit and squeezed it viciously. The suddenness of the action made Sofi squeal with surprise and pain. Her hands started to come forward to protect herself but stopped when Lotti slapped her hard across the cheek. She then repeated her torment on Sofi’s other tit. This time Sofi bit her lip and stayed silent.
“Good girl,” she said quietly to Sofi.
She had put the scissors away and picked up her crop again. She started walking around tapping her lightly everywhere as she did so. Occasionally a harder blow fell, and Sofi jumped at the shock. In her own darkness she was being kept on her toes, never knowing what might happen next.
The scissors made a reappearance and Lotti ran the narrow blades along the length of Sofi’s cunt. She was visibly struggling to stay still and in position, not knowing where she might feel her tormentors touch next. Lotti grasped the front waistband of the thong and pulled it up hard, forcing Sofi to stand on tiptoe as the tiny triangle bunched up and pushed between her cunt lips. Then she switched her attention elsewhere. Three snips were enough to dispose of the bra and it was thrown onto the pile of rags in the corner. Two more cut the side-strings of the thong and it was slowly pulled away, sliding between her labia making her wince. I expected it to join the rest of her ruined clothing but instead Lotti held it to her nose and inhaled deeply. I saw her tongue flick out and taste what was left of the small scrap.
“It seems her cries and protests have been fake,” Lotti said to us over her shoulder. “this has turned the little slut on.”
Tossing the scissors back onto the armchair she reached down and slapped her hand onto Sofi’s cunt and then pushed a finger deep inside her. I felt Fay’s fingers tighten around my dick and I shifted slightly to make myself more comfortable.
“We should make some use of this dripping cunt and have some fun,” Lotti announced.
Pulling her hand away she slapped Sofi’s tits, first one then the other. She was told to turn around and put her hands behind her back. Still in the dark Sofi did as she was told. With the crop dangling from its wristband and the soiled and ruined thong tucked into the top of her corset she grabbed the school tie still hanging over her shoulder. With an expertise born of much practice she bound the girl’s wrists together. I thought it might be an idea to get her to teach me the proper way of doing it in case the need arose in the future. Lotti stepped back to admire her handiwork.
“Kneel!” she suddenly snapped. With difficulty and striving to keep her balance, Sofi did as she was told. “Now, head down on the floor.”
As she almost fell into position Fay and I were treated to the sight of Sofi’s bottom rise in the air. There were a few red marks from the crop, and I began to like the mottled effect. A couple more thwacks subtly changed the patterning.
“I don’t know if you’ve tested her cunt licking skills yet, Madam?”
“I have and she’s not bad. Just needs a little more practice. She’s not to your standard of course,” replied Fay with a gracious smile.
“That is very kind of you to say so, Madam. Would you care to try her out now?”
“Oh, definitely,” said Fay releasing her hold on my dick and leaping up from the sofa. She scrabbled to release the belt of her kimono and shrugged it off her shoulders. She lay down and spread her legs wide inches from Sofi’s head. I thought she looked gorgeous with everything out on display. Sometimes my wife has no inhibitions.
Standing astride the kneeling girl Lotti pulled her head up using her plaits. She held it hovering a few inches above the carpet as Fay shuffled forward offering her wet and glistening pussy to Sofi’s obedient tongue. Lotti released the plaits and let her head fall back down. A couple of crop strikes on her arse got her busy and Fay slowly relaxed into it and her eyes closed and a smile spread across her face. I sat watching the spectacle, idly pumping my dick which had escaped the confines of my bathrobe. Lotti looked at me and smiled then looked down at the kneeling girl.
“I don’t know if that lovely dick has enjoyed the delights of either of these two holes, Sir? Would you care for one now?”
“I certainly would,” I replied and stood up. I took off my robe and my proud dick stood out for her to admire. There was no sense in being shy. After all it had spent most of yesterday evening down her throat or in either her cunt or her arse. It wasn’t something she hadn’t seen and experienced. In fact, I think the sight of it brought back memories for her, conjuring up thoughts of her other side. Today however, things were different. A new dynamic was in play. She was the only one of us still clothed, albeit only sparsely. My position, and that of Fay, seemed to be somewhere between her and the lowliest Sofi. She grinned and made a theatrical sweep of her hand, inviting me across.
I knelt behind Sofi and looked across at Fay. I could tell she was fast approaching an orgasm. There were signs I’d seen many times before. Sofi’s head was bobbing rhythmically as she ministered to Fay’s needs. I put a hand between her legs and traced the line of her cunt, working my way between her lips. Lotti had not been wrong, she was dripping. For a moment, when she first felt my touch, she lost concentration and her head stopped moving. Both Fay and Lotti applied pressure on the back of the girl’s head to remind her. Her head started its rhythmic movements once more and I resumed my explorations.
I continued toying with her while I watched Fay slowly building towards her orgasm. Every so often Lotti would add to the girl’s whirlwind of sensations with another hard smack with the crop on her unprotected arse. Fay got closer and closer and finally the dam broke. She came with a flood and in synchrony I plunged deeply into Sofi’s slippery cunt at the same time. Sofi was overwhelmed as she tried to catch as much of Fay’s offering as she could while still trying to withstand the sudden rough penetration of my dick. I felt quite pleased with myself for having timed that so beautifully. Lotti added to the mix with a couple of hefty whacks every time I pulled back. Little by little the individual prints from the flexible tip of the crop were combining to form an overall redness. Her arse cheeks were warm to the touch and I added a few smacks of my own.
I kept pumping into her, fucking that slick warm cunt. Fay slumped backwards gasping for air as the aftershocks subsided. Her hand was still firmly on the back of Sofi’s head holding her in place. To give her credit she managed to stick to her task. I knew, and I think Sofi sensed, that Fay had more to offer and demand. For a moment Lotti disappeared from view. When she came back the crop had been discarded and had been replaced by a mean looking black flogger. In truth, it was a thing of beauty with its intricately plaited leather handle and a multitude of thin leather tails.
She started to trail it across Sofi’s back while Fay slowly came back to life. From past experience I knew that a second orgasm was never far behind the first. She kicked up her legs and held them aloft exposing her arse just as Lotti brought the flogger down for the first time across Sofi’s back. I saw and felt the girl flinch, but she was helpless and unable to move. Lotti had taken over from Fay and had a hand on the back of Sofi’s head and was pushing her face into Fay’s crotch. Sofi was trying to do her best, trailing her tongue between arsehole and cunt despite being fucked by me and withstanding the continuous rain of thrashes from the flogger.
Her pale back was slowly turning a bright pink before my eyes and that was having its effect on me. I could feel I wasn’t far away. Despite the efforts of last night, I’d had enough time to recover and my balls felt full and heavy. I decided that I didn’t just want to fill up her cunt, I wanted to show the world. So, when the moment came, I pulled out of her and let fly. Creamy white cum made graceful arcs through the air and landed on Sofi’s newly pink back. Lotti quickly moved the flogger out of the way. No need to spoil such a lovely instrument, better to spoil a willing slut. My cum went everywhere, some even reaching her head and landing in her hair. When it finally stopped Lotti bent down and sucked the last few remaining drops from me before beginning to lick it from Sofi’s back. She looked up at me and grinned.
“This is so much better fresh,” she told me.
She then bent over again moving up towards Fay and shared some of her treasure. Their kiss seemed to go on for ages as they swapped my cum back and forth in an echo of last night. I knelt back down and watched them before suddenly Fay stiffened. Her second cum was on its way and I looked at her fascinated. I always love watching my wife have an orgasm. When she came, she drenched Sofi for the second time and the girl tried as best she could to catch it all.
My knees were beginning to hurt so I felt my way back to the sofa and pulled myself onto it. I half sat half lay, feeling exhausted. I knew I needed a while to recover. I watched the three women on the floor in front of me. Lotti had stopped kissing Fay and had lifted Sofi’s head up and was busy licking her face, enjoying the fruits of Fay’s cum. Fay’s head had fallen back and her eyes had closed. I watched her chest rise and fall as she fought for oxygen.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal and her eyes flickered open. She scanned the room looking for me and when she saw me, she gave me a huge, satisfied smile. She rolled to one side and, on hands and knees, crawled over to me. Too exhausted to climb onto the sofa she contented herself by sitting at my feet, hugging my legs, and resting her head on my knee. I stroked her hair affectionately. There was no need for words.
In front of us Sofi remained as she had been, kneeling with her head on the carpet and her arse in the air. Her bottom and back were pink from her beatings and contrasted starkly with the orange and black stripes of the tie that bound her wrists. Lotti knelt at her side, still looking severe and in charge, still hold the flogger. Every so often she would trail its multiple tails across Sofi’s back and the girl would tremble. There was a pleasant quietness in the room, and I thought we were done, at least for a while. But Lotti had other ideas.
Lotti’s blood-red kimono had gone revealing what she wore beneath. She looked stunning and scary in a corset, the same colour as the kimono, blood red and slightly sinister, and a matching thong that hid very little. Her small youthful breasts were supported rather than covered by the corset and her nipples were obviously hard and aroused. With the crop slapping the side of her boot in a constant rhythm she cut a figure that made even me nervous. What Sofi’s reaction would be I could hardly wait to find out.
With the tip of her crop she flicked up the hem of Sofi’s short skirt. Something she saw made her freeze momentarily. Then she bent down and lifted the hem of Sofi’s skirt and took a closer look.
“This is not school regulation underwear is it, slut?” she demanded.
When Sofi heard the new voice for the first time, she started to turn her head to reply. The crop immediately came into action. The swift flick at her backside brought a yelp of surprise and pain from Sofi.
“Eyes front and answer me, slut.”
A second swipe by the crop brought instant obedience. Sofi looked puzzled and slightly alarmed, not just by the sudden stinging pain in her arse but by the fact that the voice was female and seemed to be so youthful. Vague memories from last weekend came back and of chatting to a pretty girl on the computer while wedged between Fay and Ross.
With a quavering voice Sofi replied, “N … no, Miss.”
Her use of the term ‘Miss’ seemed instinctive. Two more blows by the crop were taken in silence before Lotti dropped the hem of her skirt and began to walk around the kneeling girl examining her from all angles. Fay and I sat on the sofa mesmerised. This was a totally different Lotti from the submissive girl we had used and abused last night. I think both of us were nervous on Sofi’s behalf. As she came around to the front Lotti let go of the crop and let it dangle from its wrist loop while she grabbed both of Sofi’s tits and squeezed. Sofi bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and winced. Then, done with her inspection Lotti walked over to the armchair and lifted her case onto the seat. In the silence of the room the double click of the catches echoed loudly. I couldn’t see what she took out but watched as she went to stand behind Sofi who was visibly trembling. It all became clear moments later when she slipped a blindfold over the girl’s head. She nestled it carefully in place then grabbed both of her plaits.
“Stand!” she demanded, pulling upwards.
With a yelp of protest Sofi did the best she could to obey. She managed to struggle to her feet while still keeping her fingers locked behind her head. Lotti surveyed her before lifting up the front of her skirt. We could now see what she had seen a few minutes earlier. The tiniest black thong.
“Does this look like school approved underwear?” Lotti asked us.
We agreed that it seemed far from it. Lotti stepped away and back to her case on the chair. She returned to her victim with a large pair of scissors. She pulled at the top button of the cardigan, stretching it out.
“I hope this doesn’t hold too much sentimental value for you, slut, although I suspect that you spent more time out of it than in it. Probably servicing any of your classmates that needed a quick fuck. Am I right? Probably the teachers as well.”
Snip, and the first button came free and was tossed aside. The metallic click, click, click created a contrapuntal rhythm before a pause, a snip, another distant noise as a second button flew into the far corners. The process was repeated until her now ruined cardigan hung opened. On the sofa we watch the theatrical display with amusement. We were delighting in the look on Sofi’s face. Despite the covering of her eyes her expressions showed a range of emotions. A strange mixture of fear and eagerness.
There was more work for the scissors to do and Lotti slowly cut up the length of one arm and then the other. Now in shreds the garment was pulled away and tossed aside. We expected the same fate to befall Sofi’s school tie but Lotti had other ideas. She pulled it open and away from around Sofi’s neck and then d****d it over her shoulder.
“That might be useful later on,” she commented.
The blouse was tugged free from the skirt and the buttons suffered the same fate as before. Again, the scissors sliced their way up the arms and the rag was thrown into a corner. The skirt could have simply been pulled down but Lotti seemed determined to see the job through properly. The pile of ruined clothing grew bigger. At the back of my mind I vaguely wondered how she was going to get home tomorrow evening, but it seemed unimportant compared to the arousal I was currently feeling.
Lotti stepped back and allowed us all to admire her handiwork. Sofi stood uncertainly in the middle of the room, her true delights still hidden from us by a black bra and her black thong. She was still blindfolded so she had no idea who her tormentor was.
“Now she looks like the slut she really is,” commented Lotti. “That schoolgirl look didn’t fool me.”
I felt a movement beside me and the familiar soft touch of Fay’s fingers circling my cock. I glanced down. She had spread her knees apart and her other hand was inside her kimono making small ripples in the silk as she toyed with herself. I looked back at the almost naked girl in front of us and memories of our previous time together made my dick twitch and harden.
Lotti stepped forward and took hold of Sofi’s right tit and squeezed it viciously. The suddenness of the action made Sofi squeal with surprise and pain. Her hands started to come forward to protect herself but stopped when Lotti slapped her hard across the cheek. She then repeated her torment on Sofi’s other tit. This time Sofi bit her lip and stayed silent.
“Good girl,” she said quietly to Sofi.
She had put the scissors away and picked up her crop again. She started walking around tapping her lightly everywhere as she did so. Occasionally a harder blow fell, and Sofi jumped at the shock. In her own darkness she was being kept on her toes, never knowing what might happen next.
The scissors made a reappearance and Lotti ran the narrow blades along the length of Sofi’s cunt. She was visibly struggling to stay still and in position, not knowing where she might feel her tormentors touch next. Lotti grasped the front waistband of the thong and pulled it up hard, forcing Sofi to stand on tiptoe as the tiny triangle bunched up and pushed between her cunt lips. Then she switched her attention elsewhere. Three snips were enough to dispose of the bra and it was thrown onto the pile of rags in the corner. Two more cut the side-strings of the thong and it was slowly pulled away, sliding between her labia making her wince. I expected it to join the rest of her ruined clothing but instead Lotti held it to her nose and inhaled deeply. I saw her tongue flick out and taste what was left of the small scrap.
“It seems her cries and protests have been fake,” Lotti said to us over her shoulder. “this has turned the little slut on.”
Tossing the scissors back onto the armchair she reached down and slapped her hand onto Sofi’s cunt and then pushed a finger deep inside her. I felt Fay’s fingers tighten around my dick and I shifted slightly to make myself more comfortable.
“We should make some use of this dripping cunt and have some fun,” Lotti announced.
Pulling her hand away she slapped Sofi’s tits, first one then the other. She was told to turn around and put her hands behind her back. Still in the dark Sofi did as she was told. With the crop dangling from its wristband and the soiled and ruined thong tucked into the top of her corset she grabbed the school tie still hanging over her shoulder. With an expertise born of much practice she bound the girl’s wrists together. I thought it might be an idea to get her to teach me the proper way of doing it in case the need arose in the future. Lotti stepped back to admire her handiwork.
“Kneel!” she suddenly snapped. With difficulty and striving to keep her balance, Sofi did as she was told. “Now, head down on the floor.”
As she almost fell into position Fay and I were treated to the sight of Sofi’s bottom rise in the air. There were a few red marks from the crop, and I began to like the mottled effect. A couple more thwacks subtly changed the patterning.
“I don’t know if you’ve tested her cunt licking skills yet, Madam?”
“I have and she’s not bad. Just needs a little more practice. She’s not to your standard of course,” replied Fay with a gracious smile.
“That is very kind of you to say so, Madam. Would you care to try her out now?”
“Oh, definitely,” said Fay releasing her hold on my dick and leaping up from the sofa. She scrabbled to release the belt of her kimono and shrugged it off her shoulders. She lay down and spread her legs wide inches from Sofi’s head. I thought she looked gorgeous with everything out on display. Sometimes my wife has no inhibitions.
Standing astride the kneeling girl Lotti pulled her head up using her plaits. She held it hovering a few inches above the carpet as Fay shuffled forward offering her wet and glistening pussy to Sofi’s obedient tongue. Lotti released the plaits and let her head fall back down. A couple of crop strikes on her arse got her busy and Fay slowly relaxed into it and her eyes closed and a smile spread across her face. I sat watching the spectacle, idly pumping my dick which had escaped the confines of my bathrobe. Lotti looked at me and smiled then looked down at the kneeling girl.
“I don’t know if that lovely dick has enjoyed the delights of either of these two holes, Sir? Would you care for one now?”
“I certainly would,” I replied and stood up. I took off my robe and my proud dick stood out for her to admire. There was no sense in being shy. After all it had spent most of yesterday evening down her throat or in either her cunt or her arse. It wasn’t something she hadn’t seen and experienced. In fact, I think the sight of it brought back memories for her, conjuring up thoughts of her other side. Today however, things were different. A new dynamic was in play. She was the only one of us still clothed, albeit only sparsely. My position, and that of Fay, seemed to be somewhere between her and the lowliest Sofi. She grinned and made a theatrical sweep of her hand, inviting me across.
I knelt behind Sofi and looked across at Fay. I could tell she was fast approaching an orgasm. There were signs I’d seen many times before. Sofi’s head was bobbing rhythmically as she ministered to Fay’s needs. I put a hand between her legs and traced the line of her cunt, working my way between her lips. Lotti had not been wrong, she was dripping. For a moment, when she first felt my touch, she lost concentration and her head stopped moving. Both Fay and Lotti applied pressure on the back of the girl’s head to remind her. Her head started its rhythmic movements once more and I resumed my explorations.
I continued toying with her while I watched Fay slowly building towards her orgasm. Every so often Lotti would add to the girl’s whirlwind of sensations with another hard smack with the crop on her unprotected arse. Fay got closer and closer and finally the dam broke. She came with a flood and in synchrony I plunged deeply into Sofi’s slippery cunt at the same time. Sofi was overwhelmed as she tried to catch as much of Fay’s offering as she could while still trying to withstand the sudden rough penetration of my dick. I felt quite pleased with myself for having timed that so beautifully. Lotti added to the mix with a couple of hefty whacks every time I pulled back. Little by little the individual prints from the flexible tip of the crop were combining to form an overall redness. Her arse cheeks were warm to the touch and I added a few smacks of my own.
I kept pumping into her, fucking that slick warm cunt. Fay slumped backwards gasping for air as the aftershocks subsided. Her hand was still firmly on the back of Sofi’s head holding her in place. To give her credit she managed to stick to her task. I knew, and I think Sofi sensed, that Fay had more to offer and demand. For a moment Lotti disappeared from view. When she came back the crop had been discarded and had been replaced by a mean looking black flogger. In truth, it was a thing of beauty with its intricately plaited leather handle and a multitude of thin leather tails.
She started to trail it across Sofi’s back while Fay slowly came back to life. From past experience I knew that a second orgasm was never far behind the first. She kicked up her legs and held them aloft exposing her arse just as Lotti brought the flogger down for the first time across Sofi’s back. I saw and felt the girl flinch, but she was helpless and unable to move. Lotti had taken over from Fay and had a hand on the back of Sofi’s head and was pushing her face into Fay’s crotch. Sofi was trying to do her best, trailing her tongue between arsehole and cunt despite being fucked by me and withstanding the continuous rain of thrashes from the flogger.
Her pale back was slowly turning a bright pink before my eyes and that was having its effect on me. I could feel I wasn’t far away. Despite the efforts of last night, I’d had enough time to recover and my balls felt full and heavy. I decided that I didn’t just want to fill up her cunt, I wanted to show the world. So, when the moment came, I pulled out of her and let fly. Creamy white cum made graceful arcs through the air and landed on Sofi’s newly pink back. Lotti quickly moved the flogger out of the way. No need to spoil such a lovely instrument, better to spoil a willing slut. My cum went everywhere, some even reaching her head and landing in her hair. When it finally stopped Lotti bent down and sucked the last few remaining drops from me before beginning to lick it from Sofi’s back. She looked up at me and grinned.
“This is so much better fresh,” she told me.
She then bent over again moving up towards Fay and shared some of her treasure. Their kiss seemed to go on for ages as they swapped my cum back and forth in an echo of last night. I knelt back down and watched them before suddenly Fay stiffened. Her second cum was on its way and I looked at her fascinated. I always love watching my wife have an orgasm. When she came, she drenched Sofi for the second time and the girl tried as best she could to catch it all.
My knees were beginning to hurt so I felt my way back to the sofa and pulled myself onto it. I half sat half lay, feeling exhausted. I knew I needed a while to recover. I watched the three women on the floor in front of me. Lotti had stopped kissing Fay and had lifted Sofi’s head up and was busy licking her face, enjoying the fruits of Fay’s cum. Fay’s head had fallen back and her eyes had closed. I watched her chest rise and fall as she fought for oxygen.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal and her eyes flickered open. She scanned the room looking for me and when she saw me, she gave me a huge, satisfied smile. She rolled to one side and, on hands and knees, crawled over to me. Too exhausted to climb onto the sofa she contented herself by sitting at my feet, hugging my legs, and resting her head on my knee. I stroked her hair affectionately. There was no need for words.
In front of us Sofi remained as she had been, kneeling with her head on the carpet and her arse in the air. Her bottom and back were pink from her beatings and contrasted starkly with the orange and black stripes of the tie that bound her wrists. Lotti knelt at her side, still looking severe and in charge, still hold the flogger. Every so often she would trail its multiple tails across Sofi’s back and the girl would tremble. There was a pleasant quietness in the room, and I thought we were done, at least for a while. But Lotti had other ideas.
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