She selected red rope for one, blue for the other. Deftly, her hands formed knots around their steely shafts, under the ridge of their thick glans. She demanded they lift their asses and she formed loops around their thighs that pressed into their balls and made them hiss from the friction and pressure. This earned them slaps for once more reacting without her permission.
After their penises were tied up, she pinched their nipples with vibrating nipple clamps that she turned up to full speed. The men stared at her with glazed eyes as they bucked and thrashed in their tethers. She smiled, catlike, enjoying their torment. Her pussy grew wetter and throbbed from the titillation.
She tongued the heads of their cocks, torturing them further with light flicks that explore beneath the ridges, pressing the hemp fiber into this sensitive flesh, abrading it until they had to hold back groans with gritted teeth. She lapped pre-cum from their holes then pulled her mouth away, denying them the sweet, tight wetness of her mouth. Chains clanked as they thrashed against the cuffs that held them back.
Her head dipped between their legs and she teased their scrotum, alternating between her two lovers and enjoying the way their thighs tensed as she nipped at the thin flesh covering these sacs. Her teeth pulled the flesh away and she shook it. Their bodies went rigid from this exquisite torment.
Finally she gave them a taste of what they wanted, wrapping her lips around one cock and then the other. She deep throated their girth, tracing the patterns in the rope with her tongue as she slid her mouth up and down their shafts. One of her subs moaned and she slapped his taut belly as punishment.
She straddled each lover, rubbed his glans over her wet pussy, ground the head into her swollen clit. The rope grazed over this nub of flesh and made her close her eyes and sigh as pleasure zipped through her. When her submissives groaned with her, she didn’t discipline them this time.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she whispered to them both. “Is this driving you crazy?”
“Yes, please, mistress,” they said. “Please let us fuck you.”
“Beg harder.”
They answered her command, pleading to be inside of her. Finally she too could take it no longer. She needed their hands on her skin, needed their cocks inside of her. Swiftly, she moved to the headboard, snatched the keys off the nightstand, and freed them from the cuffs. She helped them remove the ropes and cock rings. Then she gave them permission to do what they would with her.
Slick, sweat dampened skin glided over hers as they gathered close to her. One spooned her from behind while the other cupped her face and claimed her lips in a rough kiss that left her breathless. His hand skimmed down her side, over her hip. He squeezed the flesh there while she grasped his bicep and held on, letting desire take her over.
The one behind parted her legs and the one in front stroked her stomach. Her pussy throbbed harder the nearer his fingers moved. Warm gel was applied to her anus and the one behind worked her perineum, worked his lubed fingers in and out of her rectum, widening her for entry. The dom in front kissed his way down her neck while his touch found her clit, making her writhe and gasp from the pleasure overload. He ground this bead of flesh between his fingers, making sensation spike through her body. Her limbs trembled.
A thick cock nudged its way into her asshole. She let her muscles relax so she could take him. In front, fingers parted her labia, teased her pulsing hole, then slipped inside. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as his touch curled and stroked her g-spot.
She groaned and whimpered, wriggling between them to get closer to their hands, closer to the pleasure they freely gave. The penis in her anus thrust shallow, gently. Her g-spot received a massage front to back, and she closed her eyes as a fog of ecstasy overtook her.
The dom at her front took a nipple between his teeth and tugged. His tongue laved over the taut tip, and when he suckled it she came hard, gushing juices all over his hand. Sparks of light bloomed behind her eyes and she cried out, shuddering as the orgasm rocketed through her.
After she caught her breath, the lover behind her raised her leg up, giving the lover facing her better access to her pussy. He teased her first with his cock, rubbing its meaty head into her extra-sensitive clit until she begged, “Please, fuck me now.” Stimuli shot through her at bullet speed.
When he entered her, it was paradise. Her tight cunt enveloped him, milking him of all the bliss he had to give. They stroked her perfectly inside and out. Sweat beaded and trickled down their skin as they found a harmonious rhythm, bucking back and forth in unison with each other.
She came again quickly, digging her nails into the chest of her lover as they rode her faster and faster. Moments later, her men followed suit, spilling their hot seed deep inside her pussy and ass.
“Thank you,” she murmured as they kissed her and cuddled up close. “That was perfect.”
And it was. Never before had Fiona felt as complete as she did with Nash and Eli. Her heart filled with gratitude, and she hoped this wonderful union would last forever.
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Roberta’s Younger Man
By Louise Bohmer (writing as L. Bohmer)
Roberta tucked her arm in the crook of Paul’s elbow and ran her slender fingers up the cool, fragrant leather of his coat. She rested her head against his wide shoulder and inhaled the scent of his intoxicating cologne.
Paul smiled down at her as they entered the dome-shaped, glassed-in foyer of the club. Robbie brushed stray strands of ebony hair back from her lover’s sculpted profile.
The club—a restored mansion that came from old, now crumbled to ashes, money—rested on a lofty knoll just outside of Burnaby. A mutual longtime friend of Paul and Roberta’s had picked the place up for next to nothing when it went to auction five years ago. Farrah Lebrecque was a shrewd businesswoman who worked as a producer in the adult entertainment industry. She was never one to pass up a gem of a deal that offered the potential of an excellent return.
Farrah had set the club up as an exclusive escape for her friends both inside and outside the industry. It was here, two years ago, Robbie and Paul had met. Farrah introduced them with a twinkle in her flashing, cat-green eyes. Paul was an ex-lover of Farrah’s, and Roberta’s connection to the club’s owner went back as far as grade school.
As a rule, before Paul, Roberta avoided dating younger men. She needed a man with an open mind, both sexually and intellectually. Most males her junior had a difficult time understanding Robbie’s complex nature, and the few affairs she’d engaged in only ended under unfortunate circumstances.
But Paul was different. At twenty-nine—a ten year gap between himself and Robbie—his outlook on life was mature and worldly. He’d remained good friends with Farrah after their romance had ended, which, in itself, said a lot for his tact and grace. Roberta had been hooked on the charming, subtly whimsical Finn after a brief hour in his company. The chemistry between the two of them crackled still, just as it had that night in the club.
“Sit.” With a gentle but firm push, Paul nudged her on to one of the plush leather couches in the grandiose foyer. “I want tonight to be a complete surprise for you. After all, it is our anniversary.”
Playfully, she rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, darling. You go check in and let Farrah know we’re here. I’ll be a good girl and sit until you come back for me.”
She watched his tall form walk to the front desk. Paul had a warrior’s build, Roberta liked to think. Not too skinny, or too buff and fake looking, but firm and sturdy—like his Finnish heritage.
The reception clerk, a petite Japanese woman with a dazzling smile, greeted Paul warmly and took his check-in card. She punched a button on her desk phone and chatted amicably for a moment.
Robbie grinned back at Paul as he twisted around and flashed her a suggestive smirk. Her heart thudded with anticipation.
Minutes later, the ornately carved, dark oak doors opened and Farrah sashayed in. Turning forty-two in just a few months, she was still a woman who could take anyone’s breath a
way. Her five-foot-four frame was curvaceous and very late-1960s. Roberta’s own figure mirrored her friend’s in voluptuousness, but she towered over Farrah at five-feet-ten inches.
Always a bit self-conscious of her tall hourglass shape, Robbie had learned to find confidence in herself sexually over the years, thanks, in part, to the help of her open-minded, adventurous pal. But she would never possess the charisma, the presence her dear friend held in that small, sensual body. Roberta admired and envied the woman.
“Hey, sweetie.” Farrah held out her hands as she approached Robbie. “I’m so glad you two could make it tonight.” She kissed Roberta on the cheek, and her perfume—something exotic—wafted up Robbie’s nostrils. She inhaled deeply of the alluring scent.
“We’d never pass up an opportunity to come here.” Leaning forward, Robbie gave Farrah a hug. “Paul and I really enjoyed our last visit, and tonight is a special one.”
Farrah wore a sideways smile. “Yes, I know. Two years, you vixen.” She squeezed Roberta’s shoulder. “You must be doing something right. See, what did I tell you both that first night? I knew you were perfect for each other.” She tapped a pearly nail against her upturned chin and wrinkled her nose. “I love it when I’m right.”
Paul came up behind Farrah and slid an arm about her waist. She turned to him and smiled, planting a welcoming kiss on his cheek. “Hey, you. Everything is set up. I just did a last minute check.”
Roberta gave them both a curious grin, as Paul whispered something in Farrah’s ear.
“Well then.” Farrah gave her no hints, except for an impish twist of her lips. “I better let you two get to your room. I’m sure I’ll see you later.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Robbie cocked an eyebrow at her cunning lover and her mischievous friend. “What, exactly, is going on here?”
Paul threw his head back and laughed; his long hair cascaded down the back of his coat in a silky curtain. “You aren’t going to find out, sweetheart, until the time is right. Farrah promised me. Her lips are sealed.”
Farrah mocked a “zip my lips” gesture.. She threw a chuckle and a “see you later” over her shoulder, as she went to greet more incoming guests.
Paul folded his hand around Robbie’s, and, with dark eyes that matched his straight hair, he stared at her intently. His scrutiny made her heart beat faster, and a fire below flickered to life.
“Let’s go, babe.” He kissed the hand he held then led her through the main doors.
Within, the club was dimly lit and tastefully decorated in warm shades of burgundy, forest green, and black walnut. A wrought-iron spiral staircase led to the second floor balcony where thirteen bedrooms—Farrah’s favorite number—stretched the length of the carpeted walkway. At the right far end of the wraparound balcony was another staircase, which led to the third floor and another section of fantasy boudoirs. The fourth floor housed Farrah’s private apartments.
Roberta made for the spiral staircase, but Paul tugged her back and shook his head. “Oh no.” He guided her to the doors of the elevator. “We’re going to the top floor tonight.”
She narrowed her eyes, put her hands on her hips, and let a slow smile spread across her lips. “But that’s—”
Placing a long finger against her lips, Paul crooked an eyebrow and gave a mischievous grin. “Yes, I know.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he strode into the lift with Robbie and pushed the white, highlighted number four.
“What’s going—”
He hushed her again with a finger. “No questions tonight, love. It’s all about the surprise.”
Feigning agitation, she nipped at his finger, and then took it into her mouth as they whirred the three floors up to Farrah’s private chambers. Suggestively, she worked the digit in and out, swirling her tongue around its base and upward.
Paul growled low and tugged his hand away. “Not yet, you imp.”
Robbie shrugged and gave him that wide-eyed, innocent look. “No harm in starting the fires now, is there?”
He slapped her ass through her suede coat, and the elevators doors opened on the sumptuous top floor. The hallway was decorated with a dark oak wainscoting, and the top half of the walls were painted a rich, emerald green. Farrah loved colors that reminded her of the woods, and the mystery of the secluded land her daddy use to own, back when she and Robbie were just children.
“Come on.” Paul guided her toward an entrance three doors down the hall. Her best friend’s bedroom.
Inside, antique mahogany furniture decorated the lush room. Robbie knew Farrah liked to surround herself with wood. It too reminded her of days back on a small farm just outside of Surrey. Robbie always loved coming to Farrah’s parents’ house as a small child, because she was engulfed by nature, and the sweet scent of clean air.
Being in the bedroom several times in the past, Robbie was amazed still at the beauty of the sumptuous boudoir. It drenched her in its loveliness, much like its owner. A dark green and brown comforter, matching bed skirt, and cushions spilled across the four poster bed. The walls in the large room were also done in wainscoting, but, in here, it matched the dark mahogany of the furniture. The top half of the walls were papered in a rich cream design, inlaid with ornate twists of ivy that matched the colors of the bed clothes.
“What are we doing in here?” Roberta peeled her crimson suede coat from her shoulders and let it fall to the hardwood floor.
Paul walked to an armoire almost as tall as he and opened its polished doors. A vast collection of sex toys and accessories lay within the large cupboard of the bureau—silk scarves, dildos of various sizes and shapes, handcuffs, paddles.
Roberta swallowed over the excited knot in her throat. “You didn’t answer me.”
He grinned wickedly and removed the paddle from its wooden slot “Take off your clothes, love. But leave on the gloves. They look damn sexy on you.”
Quickly, she removed the velvet blouse and silky, black skirt. As she stripped to her black lace bra and thong, Paul drew closer. He’d added some handcuffs to his chosen playthings.
“Won’t I slip out of them?” Her stomach fluttered, as he grabbed her wrist roughly and secured the cuff over her elbow-length glove.
“No darling. They are adjustable, see? No fear of escape.”
Roberta heard a snicksnicksnick as he tightened the manacle around her right wrist. Paul wrapped the short span of chain around one of the thick bedposts then secured the second shackle to her free arm. He moved behind her, unhooking her strapless bra. Paul let it caress her sensitive skin as he slid it down the front of her body. He took the wispy lace underwear in his grip next and, with an unexpected yank, he ripped the scrap of material from between her legs.
Robbie gasped, and her head whipped around. She watched Paul, his smile wide with uninhibited lust. He’d removed his shirt and, with deft movements, he slid between her bound arms.
“See anything else you like in there?” he whispered, as he lifted the paddle from the bed and slid the soft-covered surface over her buttocks.
Robbie sighed as his tongue flitted into her ear, and Paul nibbled on her lobe. Her eyes fell on a cluster of indigo feathers laying on the bottom edge of the armoire’s inner chamber.
“How about a couple of feathers?”
“Whatever you want tonight, hon.” Paul moved back to the dresser. He plucked the blue-black plumes from the base of the cupboard.
The light click of a door opening came from behind Roberta. Her gaze moved to Paul, and he returned her curious smile with a smirk.
Warm hands slid around her waist and up her abdomen to cup her breasts. Womanly hands that possessed familiar, well-manicured nails. Fingers pinched her nipples, squeezed Robbie’s soft, rounded mounds.
“Mind if I join you?” Farrah’s exotic perfume enveloped Robbie’s senses. Her skin tingled with growing excitement, and her throat thickened with lust.
Paul joined the two women and slipped a feather into Farrah’s now outst
retched hand.
“Excuse me, sir.” The voice of her sultry friend fanned Roberta’s ear, and she shivered. “But why are you still partially dressed?” Farrah ran the tip of the feather down Paul’s chest and stopped at the belt of his pants, sweeping the fine point back and forth over the buckle.
“We’ll soon fix that.” His charcoal dress pants dropped to the floor. Paul wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his thick, erect cock sprung from his pants, slapping against his stomach.
The feather in Farrah’s grip slid down Robbie’s abdomen, trailing lower to her pussy. Roberta spread her legs wider and tilted her hips forward as the dark plumage traced over her clit.
“It’s been too long, sweetheart,” Farrah said, giving Roberta’s left breasts a harder squeeze. Her tongue flitted into Robbie’s ear, making her gasp.
“Too long,” she managed, before Farrah’s hand and feather fell away from her front. Paul took Farrah’s place, swirling teasing circles around her taut nipples with his feather. He added his mouth to the combination of pleasure, alternating between licking and nipping the hardened buds and teasing them with the blue-black plume.
Moving around to face Roberta, Farrah dropped to her knees before her and slowly slipped the feather up and down Robbie’s inner thighs. Full, pink lips found her sex, and Farrah’s tongue darted out to taste Robbie’s clit. From behind, Paul caressed her neck with his feather, easing it down her spine, and circling her buttocks with the soft plumage. Their combined titillation of her body made her head swim with drunken pleasure.
“Ummm…god that feels good.” She groaned as Farrah’s probing licks parted her lips, and she plunged her tongue inside.
Paul flicked the feather over her clit while Farrah slid her fingers inside Roberta’s pussy. “Are you almost ready to come, my love?”
“Y-yes.” The word came out slurred, as Paul took her mouth in a deep, ravenous kiss.
The delicious sensations between her legs came to a sudden stop. Robbie opened her eyes as Paul pulled back from their kiss. He and Farrah stood on either side of her.
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