Cinema Erotica

by Laura Antoniou

  To the continued laughter of the couple, Will colored, and busied himself building the fire. When it was comfortably burning, he turned back to them and smiled. “Well, at least I can admit what turned me on, Ali,” he said. “Can you do the same?”

  “Oh, wait, I want to hear this,” Terri called from the kitchen. “Let's all say what turned us on!”

  “Great idea!” Guy agreed. They waited until Terri returned with their drinks on a tray, then settled down near the fireplace and looked at each other expectantly.

  “Well, since Will challenged me, I'll start,” Allison said, grinning. “I liked the whipping, especially the part where the mistress in those really high heels whips that guy with the straps across his chest, and those rings in his, um…” She blushed and drew her fingers across her chest. The three laughed, and Guy trembled in a mock shudder of horror.

  “Oh, don't remind me,” he said. “My nipples ached just by looking at it!”

  “Yeah, well, I like what the woman did to him. And I liked the way he treated her. With respect. I think women should be treated like queens by their men. Don't you, Terri?” Allison grinned teasingly at her husband, and he laughed. Terri blushed.

  “How about you, Will? I said what I liked. Now it's your turn.”

  William stared at Allison intently for a moment, as if making up his mind. Then, he leaned forward and said, “I liked that part too.”

  There was silence for a moment, and then they all started laughing again.

  “Really?” Allison asked, her smile taking on that devilish aspect that told them all she was getting turned on. “You mean you wanted to get whipped, right? Not do the whipping?”

  “Uh-huh.” Will nodded. “To tell you the truth, to be handled and to serve a beautiful mistress has always been a fantasy of mine…sexually serve her, at least. And you are beautiful, Ali.”

  “Well, that has its possibilities! Maybe we can put on a little show of our own, for the amusement of our mates, huh?” Allison looked eagerly at the other two.

  “Now, wait a minute, we're not finished here,” Guy said firmly. “There are two more people here who haven't told what they liked, and frankly, we'll need something to do while the two of you are playing games…why don't you go first, Terri?”

  Impossibly, Terri's blush got deeper, and she dipped her head for a moment. “I'll tell,” she began, “but you have to promise not to laugh.”

  “We promise!”

  “Come on, Terri!”

  “It's just a game, Terri!”

  Assured by their interest, she looked back up and said, softly, “I liked the part where the woman was tied to the bed and that guy in the mask brought strangers to look at her.”

  Guy leaned back with a satisfied expression on his face, even as Will turned in astonishment to look at his wife. “Really?” he asked, his eyes wide. “That would turn you on?”

  She nodded, and looked at Guy. Guy couldn't hold it in any more, and he grinned, a huge, broad grin. “Well then, now we do have ourselves a little show. Allison gets to play mistress with you, Will, and I get to play master with Terri!”

  “Oh, this is too good!” Allison exclaimed, standing up. “I can't wait. What should we do? How do we do this?”

  “Everyone in the movie seemed to have costumes,” Will mused. “Maybe we should change.”

  “Into what?” Terri asked.

  “I don't know…wait, how about that little red thing you bought for Valentine's Day?”

  Terri's eyebrows shot up and she blushed again. Then, after thinking a moment, she turned to Allison and said, “I think I have something for you, too! Let's go into the bedroom!”

  Guy stood up. “Yeah…you girls get changed, and Will and I will do something about the equipment situation. You have some rope around here, don't you, Will?”

  Will nodded, and the two men went through the kitchen toward the back of the house.

  Their wives headed in the other direction, to the master bedroom, where Terri began to rummage through her closet.

  “This is going to work,” Allison said, as she looked at herself in the mirror. She picked up a comb and began to comb her short black hair back, making her hairstyle more severe. “Are you really into this, or are you going along because you thought Guy would want it?” she asked, suddenly.

  “I think this is going to be the hottest thing I've ever done,” Terri said suddenly, emerging from the closet with a giggle. “This has been a fantasy of mine for ages!”

  “Oh, good!” Allison turned away from the mirror and gasped when she saw what Terri was holding. “Oh, Terri! It's perfect! Will it fit me?”

  “I think so…we can always tighten it with a belt.” Terri smiled and opened one of the dresser drawers. “I'm going to need your help with this…”

  * * * *

  “Why are you cutting the rope?” Will asked, as he dug through his tool chest for some electrical tape. “Can we use pieces that short?”

  “This isn't for bondage,” Guy said, sawing another length off. “This is for the whip we'll give to Allison.” He gathered the six pieces of rope together and took the roll of tape that Will found, and began to tape the rope together at one end, making a handle. “I think it's soft enough so it won't hurt…too much.” He winked, and noticed that Will had fallen silent.

  “Hey, Will…are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I'm fine…except…Guy, do you think…I mean, is it okay…”

  Guy mercifully interrupted. “Do you mean, do I think you're a wimp for doing this?”

  Will glared at his friend. Guy laughed disarmingly. “Hey, it's okay! No, I don't. I mean, this is all pretend anyway…and besides, this is the modern age. No need to go all macho about sex, you know? Let's just relax and have a good time. Maybe if this works, I'll try being the slave next time!”

  Too relieved to admit that he was relieved, Will nodded and the two of them went back to the living room, where a surprise awaited them.

  Standing proudly in the middle of the room was Allison—a very changed Allison. Her hair was brushed up and back, and she had changed out of the jeans and sweater she had been wearing. Now, she was dressed in Terri's black leather miniskirt over a pair of black stockings. Her breasts were barely covered by one of Will's vests, and she kept her boots on. It wasn't exactly like the mistress in the movie, with her corset and heels, but to Will's startled eyes, she was amazing. He nearly dropped the makeshift whip he was holding.

  Meanwhile, Terri had also changed. Now, she was wearing a bright red teddy, its frilly ends just touching her waist, the lace up front barely tied at her nipples. Her loins were creamy white against the matching lace panties. There was a red ribbon tied around her throat to complete the ensemble.

  Guy whistled in appreciation. “Jesus, now we look like a couple of bums! What are we supposed to do for costumes?”

  Allison grinned, and pointed at Will. “For starters, Will can get undressed! Shame on you, for being dressed in front of me!” She struck an arrogant pose, and Guy and Terri both started to snicker, but Will immediately dropped the whip he was holding and began to tear his shirt open. His fingers flew over the buttons, ripping one off in his haste. There was a look of total concentration on his face.

  Immediately, the other three knew the atmosphere in the room had changed. Guy stifled a giggle and walked over to Terri, who was wide-eyed at her husband's rapid transformation into an eager slave. By the time Guy was standing next to her, she was almost afraid to look at him. But warm memories of his big cock and his powerful hands made her turn her sweet face up to gaze at him. She was startled to see the scowl on his features.

  “Are you planning to let Ali and Will have all the fun?” he asked harshly. “Planning to stand there and stare all night?”

  “Uh…um…no!” Terri almost squeaked.

  “No, what?”

  “No…master,” she said, immediately feeling a wetness between her thighs. This was going to work. She could feel it.

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p; He nodded, then said, “I want things to tie you up with. Scarves, ties, something like that. Go get some, and come back here right away.”

  “Okay…I mean, yes, master!” She stumbled back and headed toward the bedroom at a run. Guy watched her retreating form with admiration. By the time he turned around, Will was naked and standing in front of Allison. The man's dick was already stiff as a board, curving up from a tangle of dark hair like a horn. Guy sat down to enjoy the show.

  “I see you like this, Will…or maybe I should call you slave?” Allison was trying to think of what to say, and what to tell Will to do. At the sight of his passion for this treatment, her first thought was to throw herself on that cock, get it nice and wet with her tongue and mouth, then get him to fuck her silly. But I'm a Mistress now, she thought. I should make him work for it.

  Will, not knowing what to do with his hands, put them behind his back. He said, softly, “I think you should call me slave, Mistress.”

  “Think? Who said you could think?” Allison immediately improvised. “And who said you could suggest anything to me? I think you should be punished!”

  “Yeah!” Guy agreed, turned on by his wife's performance. “Look, he even brought you a whip, although he had the nerve to drop it.” He suppressed another giggle and looked over his shoulder got Terri. Where was the woman? When this scene got hotter, he was going to want a few things from her. He fingered the growing bulge in his pants and leaned forward to take off his shirt.

  “Go get that whip,” Allison said imperiously, pointing at it. As Will turned away from her, she added, “On your hands and knees! Like a dog!” The man hesitated for a second, then dropped to the carpet crawled slowly over to where the makeshift whip lay. Moisture began to gently ooze from the head of his cock. He was so turned on. So powerfully charged.

  Without being told to, he bent his head and picked up the rope whip by the taped handle, holding it in his teeth. Then he crawled back toward Allison, his head raised enough to see his own wife's wide-eyed look of surprise as he made his way across the living room floor. Somehow, knowing she was witnessing his humiliation made it even better.

  Terri had come back just in time to see her husband pick up the whip in his mouth, like a dog retrieving a stick, then groveling his way back to Allison's feet. She paused, holding her scarves and two of Will's ties on her hands, and jumped when Guy laid one hand across her body to cup her breast.

  “You sure took your time, sweet thing,” Guy whispered to her. “I thought you were going to miss the show. But now that you're here…” His hand tightened around her tit, his fingers searching for the nipple. She hissed her breath inward, leaning back into him as he began to pinch and massage the delicate nub. Then he brought his other arm around her, holding her in a hug, and cupped both her breasts, teasing her and bringing twin erections to her nipples. She arched her back and felt his hardness against her ass. He obligingly pressed it against her, the fabric of his pants a thin barrier. She moaned.

  “You know,” Guy whispered again, “this isn't fair. While your husband is there groveling at my wife's feet, you can see him, but he can't see you. Let's see what we can do about this.” He suddenly dropped her breasts, and swept the tangle of scarves and neckties from her hand. He pushed her down to her knees, and sorted out two long scarves.

  Neatly, he tied one around each ankle, then, using the living room couch legs as anchoring points, tied her ankles wide apart. She gasped and fought to balance herself, her thighs spread so wide that the split crotch of her frilly panties gaped open, exposing her sex to the room.

  Guy then gently pushed her back, and she fell backwards until the cushions of the couch supported her shoulders. She was now drawn exquisitely backward, like a bow, her breasts thrusting up against the sheer fabric. She dropped her arms down to continue steadying herself, and Guy knelt beside her, fingering the lace closures of the scarlet teddy she wore.

  “I love this thing you're wearing,” he said softly. “But compared to poor Will, you're overdressed. So let's get it off.” One by one, he slowly untied the pretty bows down the front, until the material shimmered back of its own accord.

  Meanwhile, Allison had finally taken the whip out of Will's mouth, and maneuvered him so she could watch what Guy was doing. She absolutely loved the picture presented, of Terri's pretty, slender body arched backward over the couch. She looked down at the man at her feet and noticed him also watching, out of the corner of his eye, and she barked, “I didn't tell you you could watch. Get your face down…and…lick my boots!”

  Will dived for leather. His lips pressed into Allison's foot; she could feel his tongue right through the heavy leather. Like a thirsty puppy, he lapped at the boots, lathered them with his spit, and polished them clean. Allison almost moaned in pleasure—Will was actually massaging her feet, through her boots, using only his lips and tongue.

  She didn't know how much more of this she could take.

  Not knowing what else to do, she lightly swung the makeshift whip against his bowed back. In response, he shivered in ecstasy and licked even harder. Smiling, she began to do it harder and harder, laying the soft rope strands across his back and ass, spurring him to expend more energy on polishing her boots. Slowly, parts of his flesh began to show color. First pink, then red. She licked her lips, her mouth dry with excitement.

  She needed to come, and soon. She looked back at what her husband was doing, and discovered he had partially stripped Terri, opening her teddy and spreading the sides of her crotchless panties even further. He was busy teasing her exposed sex with his fingers and making her lick them. He glanced at Allison and they both got the same idea at the same time.

  Allison said loudly, “That's enough, slave. You're very good with your tongue. Let's see you put it to some practical use. Crawl over to where that slave is tied.” She pointed with the whip.

  Will looked confused for a second, then obediently did as Allison commanded.

  “Now, roll over on your back.”

  Will eased himself onto his back, wincing at the touch of the carpet against his reddened ass and shoulders, and tucked his head in between his wife's obscenely spread thighs as Guy moved out of the way.

  “That's it. Now eat her. Lick her…get your tongue deep inside her.” Allison's voice was husky with pleasure. “I want to see her squirm. I want to hear her moan. Eat her out, you worthless slave, or you get no pleasure for yourself tonight!”

  Will orally attacked his wife's glistening cunt lips with the same passion he had bestowed on Allison's boots. He reached up and cupped her ass cheeks as he ran his tongue around and over her mound, tasting her, getting the scent and feel of her all over his lips and cheeks.

  Terri didn't need to be told to squirm and moan—at the first touch of Will's tongue, she gasped and sank a little down to better provide him with surfaces to worship and pleasure. She closed her eyes in rapture, thinking of herself tied, spread open, and pleasured by her own slave/husband for the amusement of these two powerful people. She threw herself into the fantasy, and felt the inevitable orgasm building, until she realized there was something—someone—standing over her face.

  She opened her eyes to see Allison's pussy, framed by tight, curly reddish brown hair, poised right over her mouth.

  Sure, Allison and Terri had shared touches, caresses, even kisses from time to time. Guy and Will massaged each other when the women were too tired, and never minded when their group gropings brought the men close together. But they had never really considered being so—blatantly bisexual!

  Terri gazed at her friend's beautiful cunt, marveled at the differences between women, then hesitantly lifted her head to kiss the top of the mound. The soft flesh yielded to her lips, and she caught the rich scent of Allison's arousal. Allison settled down so Terri could reach better and, spurred on by the wonderful pussy lapping Will was giving her, she flicked her tongue against the older woman's clit.

  Guy watched, highly amused and turned on by this scene of b
isexual lust. Allison's expression changed from concern to purring contentment in one quick moment, as Terri began her tentative tongue-lashing. The man gazed at the mix of people, man on bottom, woman tied over him, another woman on top of her, and decided he had to get in on this. He quickly stripped off his pants, exposing his erection for the first time, and stood with one leg on either side of Will's body, right behind Allison.

  Allison felt her husband behind her and arched her back, leaving just the top curve of her mound for Terri to lavish attention on. She braced her arms against the back of the couch. In a moment, she felt Guy's thick manhood pressing into her from behind, as he entered her more-than-ready pussy.

  And so the tangle of three became four as Guy gently fucked Allison, who was being frigged by Terri's tongue, who was being eaten out with gusto by William. Their groans, gasps and moans reached new levels of intensity.

  His head securely surrounded by Terri's loins and thighs, Will was in heaven. His ass felt hot from his whipping earlier, and his back was deliciously tender in some spots. His cock jutted out from his belly, almost too hard to bear.

  Terri, lapping and getting lapped, was deliciously torn by the sensations her husband was giving her and the delirious pleasure she was getting from pressing wet kisses all over Allison's engorged and hot clit. Allison sighed as Guy penetrated her, pushing her against Terri's inexperienced but dedicated tongue work, and Guy felt like he was king of the world.

  Then he shattered everything by pulling back and out. Allison, surprised, pushed back and took her mound away from Terri, who whimpered in confusion. The sounds of halted action above him made Will stop what he was doing, as well, and Guy had one hell of an attentive, if not pissed, audience when he spoke.

  “Hey, wait one minute here,” he said in a serious voice, his eyes betraying his amusement. “That's my slave under there, and I'm not getting anything out of her.”

  “Oh!” Allison looked down at the panting woman beneath her and grinned. “Right! Well, I see something I can use, so let's switch places.” Finally given the chance and excuse, Allison lowered herself over Will's prone body and waiting cock, and neatly impaled herself on it, making him yowl in pleasure.