None of them took their eyes off the television screen. Mrs Bloom was moving now, up and down, on the captive cock. After a few minutes of this, accompanied by a soundtrack of 'mms' and 'ohhs' she stopped. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she began to turn herself round, rotating on the man's cock, like a wheel on its axel. She went all the way round, three hundred and sixty degrees and then round again. On the third turn she stopped halfway. Now she was facing the man's feet and the camera. Perhaps that was her intention as she looked straight up into the lens. Her face was slack with passion.
'Now,' she said loudly. She reached over to the other man on her left side and took his cock in her gloved hand like it was the lever of some machine. 'You know better than to come boys, don't you? You spunk and I'll whip you so hard there won't be one place you can find to sit on for a month.'
Sitting astride one, her hand wanking the other, Agnes Bloom began riding the cock inside her as though it were an unbroken rodeo pony, slamming herself down on it, each stroke harder and faster, while her left hand mimicked the movements on the other cock, wanking it for all she was worth.
She was moaning, crying out loud, whooping like a cowboy. Occasionally she shouted words - 'fuck me', 'do it' - but more often the sounds were incomprehensible. Her right hand was not passive either. Using the whip, it flicked her captive's flank just as if he were a horse. The microphone picked up the smack of leather on flesh when it struck a bulge poking out between the straps, or leather on leather, but it mostly hit against the man's incredibly tight bonds.
Without her eyes leaving the screen Jacqui slid down her husband's body, nibbling at his chest with her lips, pinching his nipples with her teeth, licking along his navel until she reached the stem of his erection. She wrapped her lips around it and heard him groan. Stephanie tightened her grip on his balls ever so slightly and felt his whole cock pulse. He moaned again.
The cries of Mrs Bloom were reaching a crescendo. She was coming. They watched as she stopped slamming herself down on her captive cock. Instead she pushed herself down, deep down, as deep as she could go so the cock was buried inside her, right up to the hilt. In the same way she stopped wanking the other cock but held it tight instead, so tight its tip suffused a dark purple red. They saw her eyes close. Her body ground itself down on the cock, her clitoris actually touching the leather strap that bound the top of the man's thighs. Her body shuddered. She gasped once, an almost animal sound, produced by her nerves all keening for attention.
Jacqui slipped the tip of Terry's cock into her mouth.
Only the tip. She sucked on it hard. Her mouth was hot. He groaned.
Mrs Bloom was not one to rest on her laurels. She opened her eyes as soon as her orgasm had run its course and looked up into the camera. She lifted herself off her captive's erection. It glistened under the bright camera lights. With no ceremony she swung herself astride the other slave, guided his cock between her labia with her gloved hand, and sunk herself down on to him until the whole shaft was buried inside her cunt.
Jacqui sucked the bulbous tip of Terry's cock again but did not take it deeper into her mouth. Her hand still held its stem, Stephanie's hand still on his balls.
Mrs Bloom grasped the cock she had just vacated to repeat the procedure exactly, though this time she had swivelled round and was facing away from the camera, her eyes towards her stead's head. She rode her new charge just as energetically, whipping his flanks with one hand while the other wanked the cock she had just left. Her glove was wet from her own juices.
She looked at the slave she was wanking.
'I want to see you come,' she said. 'Come.'
If it were possible she rode the cock faster and harder than before while her gloves hand wanked the other cock so fast it appeared like a blur of action on the screen. As before she stopped suddenly, planted herself down one final time so the cock was as deep as it could possibly go, and stopped wanking, holding the cock in a grip of steel.
'Come!' she screamed.
Remarkably he did just that. His cock spasmed, fighting to eject its spunk past the rigid grip. In one mighty effort it succeeded and a string of white spunk spat out into the air, arching out from his cock to land on his thighs and navel. Mrs Bloom managed to keep her eyes open long enough to see it but then her body convulsed, her eyes closed and she trembled to her second orgasm as she squashed herself down on the hard hot erection still deep inside her.
'Wouldn't you just love to do that darling?' Jacqui asked, looking up at her husband as she felt his cock pulse in her hand.
'Oh yes.' His voice was hoarse.
'In my mouth?'
'Anywhere,' he said truthfully. He was desperate. He had never wanted to come so much in his life. If he hadn't been watching the scene on the monitor, the two beautiful women playing with his cock and balls - especially his balls which always drove him wild - and dressed so provocatively, would have been enough to send him into ecstasy. He could feel their bodies, the shiny feel of satin and silk, the harshness of nylon, breasts and thighs pressed into him. But what he had seen had driven him higher. His urgency now was extreme.
'Shall we let him come?' Jacqui said in a teasing tone.
'Perhaps we should strap him up.' Stephanie said indicating the screen. 'Make him wait.'
'What a good idea. Isn't that a good idea, darling?' Jacqui said, her hand wanking his cock teasingly slowly.
Mrs Bloom had got off the bed and taken a Lucky Strike from the packet on her bedside table. She lit it and drew smoke deep into her lungs. She stood at the foot of the bed, her back to the camera, blowing smoke out in a long stream, and looking down pensively at the long neat bundles that she had made out of the two men.
'You're going to come in my mouth,' Jacqui said matter-of-factly. She kissed the thick stem of Terry's cock. Stephanie knelt up on the bed still cupping his balls in her hand but leaning forward to put her mouth on his cock too. For a moment they played a game, trying to kiss each other, trying to touch lips, with Terry's cock firmly between their mouths. They squirmed and turned their heads to get their lips to meet. Both could feel the hot cock throbbing.
Jacqui pulled her mouth away and looked into her husband's eyes. 'So many new experiences...' she said almost to herself.
He knew he was going to come. He was surprised he'd been able to hold out until now, surprised he hadn't spunked as both their mouths encircled his cock. Now there was no way he could hold back, not with all this stimulation. Not with his mind full of images of sex, of this afternoon, of now. Not with Stephanie's mouth nibbling at the base of his cock while her hands played with his incredibly sensitive balls; his wife sunk her mouth down over his cock and swallowed it into her throat.
He was simply out of control. He looked down at the two women, their bodies encased in tight black satin and silk and lace, their legs moulded in sheer black nylon, their heads, working together on his cock, and he came, spurting his spunk into his wife's mouth so hard and so long that, for the second time that day, he thought it was never going to stop.
Jacqui took it all, all his jetting spunk. She swallowed some. But Stephanie wanted her share too. She tilted her head up and kissed Jacqui full on the lips immediately penetrating her mouth with her tongue eagerly searching for the taste of his spunk.
Mrs Bloom put out her cigarette and climbed on to the bed again. She knelt beside the head of the slave who had not come.
Stephanie sucked spunk into her mouth then probed for more.
Mrs Bloom sat astride the slave's face, the whip back in her hand. She was facing his feet. She poised her labia above his mouth.
'Make it good,' she said flicking his erection with the whip then aiming a much harder blow across a strip of flesh that bulged from the straps around his thigh.
The slave's tongue started to lick. It could only just reach her labia. Her long pubic hair was wet.
Stephanie was no longer watching. Her mouth slipped from Jacqui's lips to her neck, down her arched breast. Jacq
ui lay back on the bed.
Mrs Bloom flicked both her captives with the whip. 'Harder, make it wetter,' she ordered gradually allowing her cunt to rest on the slave's mouth. His tongue found her clitoris.
Stephanie's mouth ran down Jacqui's navel, down over her soft pubic hair into the slit of her sex. But teasingly she licked lower, down Jacqui's long thigh, down to the welt of her stocking, then slowly, so slowly, up again.
Mrs Bloom kept up her tirade of instructions. 'Higher. There. There. Do it there. Suck it. Harder.'
Stephanie's mouth climbed to Jacqui's labia. It was soaking wet. Using just the tip of her tongue she found the swollen bud of Jacqui's clitoris. Like a tiny cock it was hard and erect.
'Yes there, there,' Mrs Bloom shrieked over the television as the smack of the whip accompanied her voice.
'There, there, don't stop,' Jacqui cried as Stephanie's tongue worked on the centre of her nerves.
'Oh my God...' It was Mrs Bloom's voice. The whip sang out once more as Mrs Bloom came on her captive's tongue, sinking her sex down on to his mouth, unable to think of anything but her own exquisite pleasure.
Stephanie moved her body alongside Jacqui's so they lay end to end. She kept up her pressure on Jacqui's clitoris hoping that she would take the hint. Stephanie's need was great too. Up to now she had concentrated on being the hostess, making sure her guests were well looked after. But now her own desire was running away with her. She needed to be looked after too.
Jacqui was not slow to respond however. Stephanie felt her hand pulling on her ankle to open her legs. Stephanie came up on to her knees poised over Jacqui's face while Jacqui's hands snaked up around her thighs. She used her fingers to pull aside the silk crotch of Stephanie's knickers.
As Stephanie locked her mouth on Jacqui's cunt, Jacqui levered herself up off the bed to imitate the action. Both their needs were urgent. Both were fired up. They had the taste of spunk in their mouths. They had both seen Mrs Bloom's multiple orgasms raking through her body, using the two men as if they were nothing more than animated dildos. It had excited them, stoked the fires that seemed to be consuming their cunts. Their cunts were wet. Their mouths were wet, drenched with each other's juices as they eagerly lapped each other's sex.
If it were possible to come exactly together they did. Jacqui did everything to Stephanie that Stephanie did to her, probing her clitoris with her tongue, licking the whole slit of her sex, pushing her tongue into her vagina. Every sensation she got from Stephanie she gave back. She knew it because she could feel it. It was impossible to separate their coming. Stephanie felt it in her cunt just as she felt it in her mouth. They were locked together in a tryst of passion. The trembling contractions were shared, experienced and felt at one and the same time, multiplied and amplified and echoed until they had no control, until both mouths could do nothing but cling on and let the explosion of feeling wreak through their bodies, until it finally died away releasing control to their minds once again.
Jacqui opened her eyes. Over the sharp slope of Stephanie's bottom she could see her husband's eyes watching her. She looked at his cock. It was already beginning to stir into life again.
Mrs Bloom, though nobody was watching now, was riding the tongue of her strapped and helpless victim. She had come once in his mouth and wanted to come again.
'There, there, there,' she screamed. His tongue lapped the spot she had selected. Then she came, hard and sharply, a final slash of the whip across the captive's thigh the last thing she could do before her body, too, lost control of everything except its ability to feel profound pleasure.
Chapter Five
Both of the bedrooms in the suite were equipped with bars, just like the rooms upstairs. Stephanie slid off the bed and took a bottle of champagne from the bar fridge. She wrapped the cork in a linen cloth and opened it, twisting the cork out without allowing it to pop.
'I need this,' she said. 'Anyone else?'
'Yes, please,' Jacqui said eagerly. She was laying on her side in her husband's arms, one of her long legs wrapped over his thigh, her hand cupped over his genitals.
Terry accepted too. Stephanie handed the glasses round and turned off the television monitor.
'Here's to Mrs Bloom,' she said raising her glass.
'What an inspiration,' Terry said sipping the wine.
'What a woman,' Jacqui added. 'She certainly seems to have inspired you.'
'Oh come on. With you two. Look at you both. I don't think I could have imagined anything more sexy. Let alone what you're wearing. It's not exactly the nuns' night out is it?'
'I think we've got some habits in the wardrobes,'
Stephanie said laughing.
'But what a woman. I mean all that stuff over dinner. She actually meant it. Finding out what she wants and sticking to it. It must be difficult to get volunteers.' Jacqui took a large swig of the champagne.
'Oh I don't know,' Terry said. 'It might be a bit uncomfortable but you saw how that guy came. You can't say he wasn't enjoying it.'
'Yes, I suppose you're right,' his wife conceded.
Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed. The champagne had energised her again.
'So what happens now?' Jacqui said.
'Whatever you want,' Stephanie replied.
'No, I mean to Mrs Bloom.'
'I've no idea. Do you want to watch? Sorry I thought...'
'No, no enough's enough,' Terry said.
'She had one erection left at the last count, didn't she? I'm sure it won't go to waste,' Stephanie said.
'And with us?' Jacqui asked.
'Do you want to call it a night?'
Both Terry and Jacqui said 'no' at exactly the same time.'
'Definitely not, the night is young,' Jacqui was very definite.
'New experiences,' Terry added.
'I wouldn't want to disappoint that nice young man,' Jacqui was smiling a wicked smile.
'Okay. I'll go and see that everything's been arranged then.'
Stephanie got up. Jacqui's eyes were wide with excitement. Her husband's erection, under the gentle ministrations of her hand was nearly as hard as it had been a few moments before.
In the bondage room Andrew was standing with Bruno. His gag had been removed. Bruno held the chain from the collar around his neck firmly in his strong hand. When Andrew saw Stephanie, he smiled, his eyes lecherously roaming her lingerie-clad body.
'You've been having a good time then. I should think the whole castle could hear you. I like it loud myself.'
'I see you haven't learnt your lesson.'
'What lesson was that? A few taps on the arse? Come on I'm a big boy. I had girlfriends who used to hit me harder than that. I like it. If you'd take this bleedin' chastity belt off I'd show you, especially with that gear on. You look a right tart.'
Stephanie caught Bruno's eye. She tapped the leather cuffs on the pulley hanging from the ceiling and indicated Andrew. Bruno pulled Andrew by the chain from the leather collar until he was standing under the leather bindings. He went over to the cleat in the wall and lowered the cuffs until they were at chest level.
'What's this then?' Andrew asked.
'You do want punishment, don't you, Andrew?'
'Anything you say. You look a treat in that gear. All that black. I prefer suspenders myself mind.'
Bruno strapped his wrists into the padded leather cuffs. Andrew gave no show of resistance. By the cleat Bruno pulled the rope through the pulley until Andrew's hands were high over his head. Stephanie saw his cockiness evaporate as the idea occurred to him that he was going to be hung in midair. Bruno tied the rope off again just before Andrew's feet left the ground.
Stephanie went back into the bedroom where she left the Clarkes. They hadn't moved, Jacqui lying in her husband's arms, her hand loosely wound round his erect cock, her head resting on his shoulders.
'Everything's ready,' Stephanie announced. Her hair, she noticed in the mirror, had almost escaped its pinning. She pulled the rest of the pins o
ut and let it fall free, brushing it out with her fingers.
Jacqui got up. She straightened and stretched her stockings which had wrinkled under the strain, and re-fastened them. 'Are you coming to watch darling?' she asked her husband.
Terry nodded and got up too. He tied the white towel around his waist again but the bulge of his cock was only too obvious.
'Just remember he's on punishment,' Stephanie warned not wanting Andrew to be given any favours after his latest insolence.
'Oh I will,' Jacqui said smiling. 'Don't worry about that.' Jacqui strode into the bondage room. She felt alive and alert, fully enjoying the role she had been given to play. Bruno had vanished.
'Now that's really something,' Andrew said immediately. 'Look at those legs.'
'Shut up,' Stephanie said, following Jacqui into the room with Terry behind her.
'That's all right,' Jacqui said. 'I'm sure I can find a way to quieten him down. Actually I always thought my tits were my best feature.'
Slowly Jacqui eased her left breast out of the bra of the black basque. She flattened the cup of the bra underneath it so it was still supported but now completely exposed. She followed the same procedure with her right breast. When they were both exposed she pinched their nipples between her thumb and forefinger and lifted them into the air, holding her breasts up by them.
She stood in front of Andrew. With her high heels she was virtually the same height. She looked into his eyes and felt a frisson of pleasure shudder through her body centred on her tortured nipples. She let go of both simultaneously. Her breasts dropped back on to the flattened bra cups quivering massively. She could not help but gasp.
'I've never beaten a man before,' she said, her eyes staring at Andrew, her tone husky with passion.
Andrew, for the second time, felt his assurance desert him. Jacqui's eyes were a delicious shade of blue. Her long body was simply magnificent in the tight basque; she was the picture of an erotic dream. But there was something in those eyes, something hard and black, that told him this was not an experience he was going to enjoy.
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