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Not knowing what to do and feeling like a deer caught in headlamps, I stared at his wife. She was gorgeous of course. Tall and elegant, he dark hair spilling carelessly over he shoulder and over her breasts. She was probably as old as Sir but just like him she was extremely fit. Meeting her gaze I decided she didn’t look upset at catching her husband kissing a naked girl in the doorway. Quite the opposite, in fact.
“I haven’t, have I?” Sir asked me quietly, his hand wandering down my back until it was resting on my bare ass, playfully fondling me until I was looking up at his face again.
“Haven’t what?” I managed to ask, blinking slowly, unable to think straight as I felt his fingers prying my ass cheeks apart. It felt awkward, standing there naked while his wife watched him teasing my ass, wondering if any of his cum was still trapped inside.
“Worn you out?” he prompted with an impatient chuckle.
“No?”
“I didn’t think so.”
“You fuck her already, David?”
David. That was Sir’s name. Not that it mattered, I guess. He was still Sir to me. I gasped softly as I felt his finger penetrate my pucker, still relaxed from having his cock inside of me earlier.
“In the ass in the ladie’s room at Mason’s Place. And in the mouth. Twice. She’s a dirty little thing.
I couldn’t help but let out a small moan of agreement as he worked his finger deeper while I clutched at his shirt, burying my face against his chest. I could feel my pussy drool slipping down my bare thighs and my nipples were so swollen I wondered if they might pop.
“I saved her cunt for you, though.”
“You’re so thoughtful,” she chuckled. “What’s you name, slut?”
I stood silent, panting slightly, my thoughts working their way from my brain to my mouth like molasses.
“Bunny.”
“Cute. Why don’t you come closer, Bunny. I want to get a good look at you.”
I’m not sure I would have, or could have, only Sir pulled his finger out of my ass and gave me a little push, smacking my ass playfully, and then harder when I didn’t get the hint, sending me stumbling towards Anya uncertainly as she moved forward as well.
“Close enough, Bunny.”
I stood there nervously, my hands instinctively covering my wet pussy and my tits, knees pressed together. Looking amused, she shook her head.
“I just watched you suck my husband’s cock. I think it’s a little late for modesty. Straighten up. Hands behind your back. Clasped.”
I obeyed. Hesitantly. But I obeyed, feeling exposed, trembling, goosebumps prickling up my arms and my back as she reached out, the fingers of her left hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at her. She was taller than me, but most everyone was, so I was used to it. Still, much like Sir, she had a commanding presence that made her seem even taller. She was dressed in a royal blue dressing gown that tied around her slender wait, accenting her natural looking breasts, tipped my nipples which poked against the silky material.
“I’m guessing you’ve eaten pussy before, Bunny.”
“Yes,” I stammered, nodding slowly.
“Yes, Miss Anya,” she corrected me, enunciating each word carefully.
“Yes… Miss Anya,” I repeated slowly.
“Good girl. ”
Behind me I could hear Sir’s footsteps coming up behind me and my pulse began to race. I wanted to glance back, but I was unable to tear my eyes from Miss Anya’s face, imagining what it would be like to kiss her.
I jumped a little, feeling a light touch at the nape of my neck. A single finger running slowly down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was the same finger that had been probing my ass hole just a few minutes ago. He withdrew it suddenly, leaving me trembling and wanting more.
“On your knees, Bunny,” Miss Anya said, making it sound like a command. Without thinking, I sank to the carpet and sat on my heels, knees instinctively spread, exposing my pussy to her. I watched as she undid the tie on her robe, my breath catching as she slipped it off her shoulders. She was naked underneath. Her tits were full and round and natural. She had a dark landing strip decorating her pussy and a small gold bar decorated her hood. Biting my lip I stayed perfectly still as she handed the silky blue sash over my head to he husband who used it to bind my wrists together behind my back. I didn’t struggle or even protest. Whatever was going to happen, I didn’t want to stop it.
He eased me back, hands on my shoulders, guiding me to the floor on my back, my tied hands trapped beneath me. Anya knelt at my feet guiding my legs, posing my so that my feet were flat on the floor and my knees raised into the air.
“Spread yourself for me.”
I didn’t even hesitate. By now I was breathing so hard I was feeling light-headed. She began to caress my inner thighs softly, running her nails over my quivering flesh, each touch incredibly sensual until she had me writhing and moaning with unabashed lust.
“You want to come, don’t you.”
“Yes,” I managed, gulping air as she traced the edge of my labia with her fingertip.
“So badly that you’ll do anything I tell you.”
It wasn’t a question, but I replied anyway.
“Oh, god, yes.”
“No matter how debauched or humiliating?”
This time I just nodded my head, whimpering as she continued to tease me, my cheeks burning hot with shame at my admission as I watched her, unable to do anything other than lay there. Behind me, just within sight, David watched. I spared him a shy smile, licking my lips as I focused on his semi-erect cock. I wouldn’t have hated it if he’d decided to feed it to me.
“Eyes on me, slut.” Her voice was soft, but still commanding, so I tore my gaze away and focused on her, letting out a shuddering sigh as she inserted a pair of fingers into me, fucking me slowly for at least a minute before pulling out.
“Don’t move,” she told me.
Again, I simply nodded, watching as she circled me on he hands and knees, eventually coming to a stop beside my head. She smelled like sex. Like wet hungry pussy. Or maybe that was me.
“Let’s see just how good you are, Bunny.”
She straddled me, her pussy above my face. I stuck my tongue out and tried to lick it, almost reaching.
“So eager,” Sir said with a lust fueled chuckle as his wife lowered herself until I could feel her weight on my face, burying me, my mouth pressed to her pussy, my nose brushing against her taint.
“Put that nasty tongue to work.
Not wasting a minute, I did as told, licking and lapping at her wet pink slit, tasting her for the first time. Her pussy juice was divine. I breathed her in, almost suffocated beneath her, my tongue occasionally sneaking into her slit like a small cock, making her coo softly.
“Just like that. Good girl,” she goaded me on was her husband watched.
I couldn’t see and I could barely breathe as she ground herself on my face, my mouth slowly flooding with her juices. I wanted to reach down and touch myself in the worst way.
“That’s it, slut. Fuck my snatch with your nasty tongue.”
I whimpered into her slit as I felt he lean forward, hands resting on my small tits, flattening my stiff nipples with her palms and digging her nails into my soft flesh sending jolts of g through my chest. Toes curling, my feet lifted off the floor as she forced a sharp gasp of pain from me, digging her fingers suddenly harder.
“That’s for letting my husband fuck you. And this-“ I felt my nipples being twisted hard. “Is for blowing him in my house.”
My cries were smothered by her pussy as I squirmed helplessly beneath her, doing my best to tongue fuck her as she rode my face. I could tell by the sounds she was making and the copious amount of fluids filling my mouth and covering my face that she was getting close and I stated concentrating on her clit, desperate for he to come on my face.
I gasped, surprised, as I felt the touch of hands on my ankles. I’d almost forgotten about Sir. While I was pleasuring his wife he ran his hands over my calves, spreading my legs obscenely wide, giving them both a good view of my soaking wet pussy while I pleaded desperately for him to touch me there, my words buried in his wife’s cunt.
Anya’s hands slid to my tummy, resting there as she humped my face, not caring about my comfort, using my tongue and mouth to pleasure herself. She was trembling, he moans interrupted with soft little gasps. I felt her nails against my tender exposed flesh, and bucked my hips, struggling as she scratched me, lightly at first and then hard enough to leave marks.
“How dare you bring a dirty little whore into our house, David,” she spat, her voice trembling with ecstasy as I pleasured her, beginning to catch on that this was some sort of game between them.
my pussy, his tongue doing delightful things to me, running slowly up and down my slit, teasing my clit and then my taint. I felt a teasing touch on my puckered asshole, tensing, my heart pounding as I imagined him tongue fucking me there.
“Make her come, baby. I want to watch.”
I could tell she was fighting not to come even though I was doing my best to push her over the edge. As for me, I was getting there too, pleasure washing through me, pushing me to the point where I could barely think, primal lust taking over, humping against his mouth with my hips, feeling out of control as I felt the pressure of his mouth on my clit, his fingers spreading my lips open, impaling me, driving me pas the point of no return.
I cried out, spasms cresting though me like waves. A moment later she joined me, her cum spilling out of her cunt and soaking my face. Desperately I tried to capture it all, swallowing what I could, the rest coating my lips and chin, some even trickling down my neck. He didn’t stop there. I felt another climax building as he continued to eat me out.
“Make your whore come, baby,” his wife gasped, still riding my face, her nails leaving marks of pain on the tender flesh of my mound now while he filled me with his fingers. Two at least. Maybe thee. I didn’t care. It felt good, even. I Gasped as another wave, almost as intense as the first, hit me. Bucking, I came again, his fingers deep inside of me, thrusting and fucking until I felt like I was going to implode.
I came again, this time so hard that I blacked out for a brief moment and was insensible for several after that, barely aware of her dismounting my face. I let out a gasp, sucking in air, thankful I was able to breathe easier, the perfume of her sex filling my nostrils as I lay there, hands still bound above my head, legs spread lewdly, my juices trickling over my asshole and onto the carpet. I caught movement to my right. Turning my head to the side I watched as she kissed him hard, taking his tongue in her mouth.
“She tastes so good, baby,” she cooed, sucking my cum from his tongue as I watched. It was so dirty and I couldn’t help but get turned on as she glanced my way, gracing me with a quick smile as she pushed her legs apart and pressed his cock to her slit, rubbing it up and down until it was wet and shiny before pushing the swollen head into her.
She gasped softly, and then moaned, as the entire length slid in, not stopping until his balls were up against her ass. Even though my hands were bound, I could still use them now that Anya was no longer on top of me. Drawing them over my head, I rolled over on my side to see better and started teasing myself. I was going to be sore when this was all over, not that I cared.
“Fuck her, Sir,” I muttered, eyes glued to them as he began sliding in and out of her While I rubbed my clit with trembling fingertips, enjoying the sight of her writhing and moaning beneath him.
He took his time. It probably helped that he’d already blown his load in me earlier. I watched as he drove her right to the edge and held her there, begging, pleading, than demanding that he make her come, laughing at her as she began to swear and call him names.
“Bunny’s not the only slut I get to fuck tonight, Anya,” Sir teased, thusting himself into her hard when he said my name.
“Fuck you, David,” she spat, hips rolling, trying to fuck him as he pinned her wrists to the floor.
“Be nice, Anya, or I’ll fuck her again and make you watch.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He turned his face, meeting my lust glazed gaze, leering.
“What do you think, Bunny? Would you like me to fuck you instead of my wife? Fill that tight little cunt of yours with my cock and make you scream while she watches?”
There was really only one answer and I didn’t care if it was the wrong one.
“Yes, please, Sir. I want to feel your cock inside me again.”
“Hear that, Anya? Again. Before I brought her home and made her suck my cock, I fucked her."
As he ‘confessed’ he thrust himself into her, emphasizing his words.
“Look at her Anya. Look at how eager she is.”
Anya turned her head, staring at me, her expression one of pure need mirroring my own.
“No,” she said with a moan. “I need to come so bad, David.”
“What do you say, slut?” He’d turned his attention back to her, leaving me a voyeur, my fingers tormenting my swollen clit.
“Please?” she whispered, her gaze still on mine.
“Please what, slut?”
“Please, Sir. I need to come. Please, Sir, let your slut come.”
“Good girl,” he told her as he started to pound her with gusto, driving his thick cock mercilessly into her wet pussy so hard I could hear him slapping against her flesh and the squish of her cunt and their grunts and groans as he fucked her like he’d fucked me earlier, using her like a piece of meat. I watched as her back began to arch and she clung to him and bit into his shoulder, sobbing as she came. That didn’t stop him. He kept pounding her, calling her a slut, a whore, taunting her about how he was going to take me upstairs and fuck me in their bed while making her sleep on the floor like a dog.
She came again. A moment later, so did I. Not as hard as before. It didn’t matter. It still felt good.
“Maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you clean my cum from Bunny’s cunt, Anya. Or maybe from her ass.”
I imagined that and started finger fucking myself until I was moaning louder than she was.
“I think she’d like that. Hear her?”
She came again, a long shuddering climax and then he did too, filling her with his hot cum while I watched, a little envious, licking my lips as I lay there trembling, desperate to be touched.
“Fuck,” he breathed, meeting my gaze with a satisfied smile. “What do you say, slut?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she sighed, giggling a little as he kissed her then pulled her close and whispered in her ear after which she looked over at me with an air of sympathy in her eyes.
“Poor thing.”
David rolled off of her and smacked her on the ass playfully, pushing her on her side, facing me. I could see his cum dripping from her, turning her swollen pussy into an obscene cream pie.
“Want some?” she asked, reaching between her thighs and running her middle finger though his creamy white cum. The very idea was so deliciously filthy and humiliating that I didn’t even hesitate.
“Yes, please.”
“Yes please. Miss Anya, Bunny.”
“Yes please, Miss Anya.”
Her smile was both tender and cruel as she crooked her finger in my direction.
With a soft groan, I pushed myself slowly to my knees, doing my best to crawl to her while they both watched, collapsing next to her, my head near the apex of her thighs, face turned so that I could see her eyes on me as I extended my tongue and started to lick, cleaning his cum from her swollen pussy lips slowly, savoring the slightly salty taste of it as well as the coppery musk of her. The room was silent other than the sound of me lapping her clean. I couldn’t help myself from drooling a little as I watched him reach around and play with her nipples, stroking, pinching, pulling as they watched me lick and suck her clean like well trained pet.
Soon, I could hear her breathing change and she began to sigh and then moans softly. Eagerly, I concentrated on her clit while David, her husband, teased and pleasured her nipples, both of us working together to drive her made with pleasure until she finally let out a sharp cry and came, again, on my face.
Worn out, I let out a soft sigh and relaxed, laying my head resting against her thigh, purging like a spoiled cat as she began to gently stroke her finger through my disheveled hair.
“What do you think, David? Can we keep her?”
“That’s up to Bunny, love.”
“Bunny?”
“Yes, Miss Anya?”
“Would you like to stay and be our pet?”
“I think so? Yes.”
And that is how I became David and Anya’s personal assistant.
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