by Evans, Trent
Christ, please, just one more touch.
His cruel, satisfied chuckle denied her. “Need to keep you just off a boil, bad girl. You haven’t earned another orgasm yet.”
Easing her off him onto her side, she trembled against him as he slipped the blindfold up off her eyes, kissing her fluttering eyelids. “We need to find your bikini. We’ve got somewhere to be, gorgeous.”
***
“I want you on your knees under that blanket, Erica.”
“What — here? Seriously?” Little knots of people were clustered around them on the beach, but none were particularly close. She looked at her Mistress.
The flickering light from their fire pit reflected in Kathryn’s cold eyes, her lips a thin line across her strikingly beautiful face.
“Not a good idea to make her tell you again, Erica,” Blaine’s deep voice rumbled. “Just do what you’re told.”
Erica winced at the disappointment in his voice. “Yes, Sir.”
She licked her suddenly dry lips, and lowered her eyes. Kathryn, seated next to her, leaned in close, her breath warm on Erica's cheek. "So you hop right to it when your Sir tells you what to do. Why not with your Mistress?"
"I … I'm sorry.”
"Save it," Kathryn whispered, her voice barely audible above the crash of the distant surf. "That will be one of the first things we'll address if this goes further. For now, I want you on your fucking knees. Now."
"Yes, Mistress." Erica gulped. Their three chairs clustered on the beach in a semi-circle. She slipped off her chair, bumping into the knees of both her Sir and Mistress, seated to either side of her, surrounding her.
Erica knelt on the cold beach, a sharp withered stick poking into her shin. Her toes dug deep into the sand as she settled her bottom upon her bare heels. She could feel the ridiculously small thong bikini bottom dig into the crease of her ass as if it wanted to burrow into her body.
She scooted backward until her head ducked under the thick comforter that Blaine and Kathryn had stretched across their laps. The night wind, even in July, could be quite cold on the Pacific Northwest coastline. Tonight, the Fourth of July, was no different.
Someone nearby set off a battery of whistling, whining rockets, and Erica reflexively flinched.
Blaine cursed under his breath. "Idiots."
Slim, but strong fingers grasped Erica's chin, pulling her gaze up to her Mistress. Kathryn's eyes were gleeful. "I want you to suck Sir's cock."
"What?"
"Keep your fucking mouth shut, Erica." Kathryn's fingernails dug painfully into her cheek. "If you interrupt me again, you're getting an ass beating right here on the beach."
Erica’s eyes darted to Blaine. His cool smile and avid eyes told her she'd receive no aid from that quarter.
"As I was saying," Kathryn hissed, jerking Erica's gaze back to her. "You're going to suck his cock, and then you're going to put that tongue of yours to work on my pussy."
"Mistress … I can't do that."
"Why not?" A muscle clenched in her Mistress' delicate jaw, and Erica had to suppress a whimper.
"We're — in public."
Blaine chuckled, his big hand working at the drawstring of his warm-ups. At any other time, her mouth would be watering, her hands whispering over the tree-trunk thighs to help release him for the tender mercies of her lips. She loved to suck him, loved the taste of his heavy flesh on her tongue. But kneeling there on the night-shrouded beach, surrounded by people, all she could think about was possible arrest, her mug shot going viral on social media.
"You're covered by the blanket, it's dark and there's nobody close to us." Kathryn leaned forward, her eyes pinning Erica to the ground. "Stop making excuses."
"But they'll hear …"
Blaine's hard cock was out, his fist clenching it at the base. The blanket just barely covered the purple head, but Erica knew anyone looking would wonder what the man was doing. Still, it was quite dark on the beach, despite the faint light offered by their fire pit. Flickering, waving beams from various flashlights scattered here and there, punctuated by the occasional arc of sparks from a bottle. There were few remaining lights in town, most of them turned off for the impending fireworks show.
"Get to work, girl." Blaine's hand closed on the single braid of Erica's dark hair. "I want to feel those gorgeous lips of yours."
The heavy cock slapped against her mouth, demanding entry. She opened up, taking him in. Her hands moved to cup his large balls, to caress him as she serviced his hard cock.
"No, he just needs that mouth," Kathryn said, sharply. "You keep those hands to yourself."
Erica grasped the cold aluminum of the legs of Blaine's folding chair, darting her head forward to take him to the root. She hoped to God that nobody could see her head moving under the thick blanket.
"That's a girl, all the way now." Blaine's hand pulled steadily on her hair, ensuring she couldn't pull back far, making her take him deep. She stuck her tongue out, willing her gag reflex to subside as the broad head opened her throat. Her pulse pounded in her ears as his hand stroked her throat. "Breathe out with it, girl. Take the rest now."
She felt tears at the corners of her eyes as her nose brushed the pubic hair at the base of his cock. His implacable hand held her there a moment, her throat clicking. When he allowed her to pull back, she drew in a quick breath before his hands drew her down once more. Several times, to his murmured approval, she took the full measure of his considerable length deep into her throat.
"The girl’s getting better at this," Blaine said, his voice strained. Erica loved that note of abandon she could hear in his deep tones as she sucked him. If she were honest with herself, she'd say this was what she most enjoyed — giving her Master pleasure, whether it be with her oft used mouth, or her frequently lonely, bereft pussy.
"That tongue needs a lot more practice licking pussy though," Kathryn said, a smile curving her cruel, red lips. "She'll get it too if this works out."
Erica's gaze snapped up to hers, even as her lips continued their loving attention to the hot length filling her mouth. They'd all talked about where this arrangement was going. Though she was originally just a play submissive, a toy for Blaine to spank and fuck whenever the urge struck him, something had changed when his wife had joined in the fun. A new, darker energy grew between the three of them, Erica's anguish and ecstasy the nexus of it. What did her Mistress mean about things working out?
Kathryn's eyes hardened. "Pay attention to what you're doing, slut."
Erica dropped her gaze, licking along the pulsing underside of Blaine's heavy cock, his length leaving a wet trail of her saliva along her cheek. "Fuck yes," he groaned. His hand squeezed her hair, and she grunted at the flash of pain flooding her scalp.
Sir's thighs stiffened, his heavy hand on top of her head stilling her movements. His cock throbbed insistently within the clutch of her soft lips. He murmured something to Kathryn, who drew the blanket fully across their laps, enclosing Erica in deep darkness.
"Blaine? Kathryn? Is that you guys?" Erica didn't recognize the man's voice, but she trembled, kneeling there with a man's erect penis in her mouth, sucking him off like a five-dollar whore.
"Mike Lindsley?" Blaine said, his voice somewhat strained. He shifted forward, Erica guessing he was probably shaking the man's hand. "Holy shit, man. What're you doing out here?"
"Visiting the parents in P-town. Thought Becca and I would come out to the coast for a change of pace. Get away from the city, you know? It’s nice to see you again, Kathryn."
"You too, Mike." The cool tone of her voice told her that her Mistress thought him being here was anything but nice. Kathryn's hand stroked Erica's shoulder, an incongruously gentle gesture from her normally strict Mistress.
The two men made small talk for a few minutes, Kathryn adding a word here and there to keep up appearances. Though Erica knew it would probably get her in trouble, her tongue teased along Blaine's cock, the sinuous movements making him shift subtly
. His hand tightened on the crown of her head, and she decided not to push her luck any farther. She wished the man would just leave!
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the interloper moved away with Blaine's best wishes and a squeeze of her Master’s hand on her tresses.
"Get on with it, Erica," Kathryn said, easing the blanket down enough so that she could watch Erica work. "You've still got a cunt to lick when you're done sucking my husband's cock."
She nodded, knowing he'd punish her if she had the temerity to pull Blaine’s erection from between her lips.
Erica sucked avidly, her head bobbing up and down on her Master’s big penis, his hands holding her hair away from her face as she serviced him. She looked up at him as she worked, his gaze, heavy with lust, locked with hers. His jaw clenched, and she felt his cock swell even further, his orgasm almost upon him.
His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her off his cock. The burning in her scalp wasn’t enough to overcome her urge to lick his shaft, her tongue reaching for him. He shook his head, pulling her just out of reach. “I want those tits out, Erica.”
“What?”
“You heard what he said, girl,” Kathryn said, menace lacing her husky voice. “I’m getting tired of you questioning orders.”
“Please, no—”
“Quiet, Erica.” Kathryn’s fingers clawed at the neckline of the white t-shirt they'd permitted Erica to wear. The bikini top was laughably inadequate in keeping Erica’s breasts covered, so they’d allowed her this modest covering before heading down to the beach for the show. “Take off this damned thing.”
Erica’s eyes darted from her Mistress to Sir, hoping for leniency. This was going farther than she’d anticipated. Still, she wanted to show them they’d made the right decision, that she was the one for them.
“Do what she says, Erica.”
She moved to pull the shirt over her head, her eyes drawn to Blaine’s fist gliding up and down the glistening, veined length of his cock.
“No, wait.” Kathryn leaned down yanking at the bottom of the shirt. “Just pull it up.”
Erica rucked the shirt up under her arms, her breasts in the tiny bikini top bare to the cold air.
“Take that top off too. Keep your shirt up when you’re done.”
Erica complied, untying the top and letting it fall to her lap. Blaine’s fist stroked his cock faster. She pulled her shirt back above her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble to stones against the night chill.
“God, I love her nipples. Unbelievable,” Blaine murmured, grinning.
“They’re certainly long,” her Mistress growled, her hand reaching out to pinch one between cruel fingertips. “Impudent.”
Warmth suffused Erica’s cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to the sand. This night was getting more surreal by the minute.
“Get closer,” Blaine grunted, reaching for her hair again. He twisted her locks slightly and she yelped, moving within the span of his spread thighs. He took his hand away from his cock, and caught her gaze, his lips quirking.
“What are you waiting for? Get that cock back in your mouth!”
Erica cringed at how loud Kathryn’s voice seemed even against the dull background roar of the surf. She engulfed the hot flesh once more, driving downward until she gagged, pulling back then driving again.
“Remember just relax your throat, extend your tongue and concentrate.” Kathryn’s voice softened, her hands taking up both of Erica’s breasts again. She truly felt like a slave girl as she worked Sir’s cock with her swollen lips, her Mistress’ hands squeezing her vulnerable breasts. Erica was finally able to calm her gagging, pressing forward once more until Blaine’s pubic hair tickled her nose, his scent making her pussy spasm. She longed to do this somewhere private, somewhere quiet, where she could serve them both. There was something else though, an added frisson of excitement at the tinge of degradation she felt as they forced her to do this in public. Erica wasn’t sure she knew how to process why the thought of her degradation made her pussy wet. But it did.
“Finish him off, Erica.” Kathryn’s hands patted Erica’s breasts, then let them drop. The muscles of Erica’s shoulders burned, but she knew better than to drop the shirt until they'd given her leave to do so. She bobbed her head faster, her lips growing numb as she sucked ever harder on Blaine’s cock. Kathryn pulled the blanket fully over Erica’s head once more, her world returning to only darkness and servicing Sir’s hard shaft with her mouth.
She jerked as two big bangs sounded off to her left, the wind carrying a smattering of distant laughter. Sir’s big hand pressed down on her head, and she took him as deep as she could once more. He held her down for several seconds, and she began to squirm as her supply of air dwindled.
Finally, he let her up, and she gasped, sucking in a lungful of fresh, sweet air. She was lucky really, for when they were alone, he took great delight in forcing her to deep throat him repeatedly, scolding her if she gagged too often.
Something bounced against her ass, and she froze, terrified.
A … beach ball?
“Sorry, Mister,” a young voice said.
Blaine’s body jerked as he leaned forward to grab the ball and throw it back. “No worries, bud.”
Kathryn chuckled, her foot stroking the curve of Erica’s hip. “Good girl. Don’t worry, he had no idea.”
Erica’s heart began beating again, and the insistent throb of Blaine’s cock brought her back to the task. She dropped her shirt, despite the high likelihood they'd punish her for it, needing to finish him before her lips and tongue completely gave out. After all, she still had to service her Mistress as well. She wasn’t sure she was going to make it if Sir didn’t come soon. She grasped the base of his thick cock, and gently squeezed the heavy sac of his scrotum. He groaned, his hand rubbing light circles atop the blanket over her head.
“Christ, she’s good.”
Erica felt the chairs shift as Kathryn leaned over. She heard the couple kiss, and felt a sharp pang of loneliness, as if for that brief moment, they'd left her out in the cold.
“Glad you like her, honey.” Kathryn said. “But you’re hogging her talents all to herself. My cunt is soaked. It needs some attention too.”
Blaine looked down at Erica again, a hard glint in his eye. “Finish me, girl.”
She bent forward to take him in once more, but his hand hauled her up short, yanking cruelly on a fistful of her hair. “No, just your hands.”
The pull at her scalp made her wince, his grip steady, merciless. She took his cock in her hands, pumping it briskly, the wetness of her saliva and his precome easing the way. Erica loved watching the head of his penis congest as she drew her fist up to the top of his shaft, then the skin stretching as she pumped down, firmly squeezing him at the base, the edge of her hand pressing into the heavy sac of his scrotum. She loved the raw power she felt holding Sir’s big penis in her hands. She could give him pleasure and feel his maleness, under her control for once. She thought she could do this for hours, never tiring of the feel of his hot flesh in her palms.
“Such a good girl. Harder now, faster.” He grunted as she worked him quickly now, using both of her small fists to stroke the entire shaft at once. She could feel him swelling anew, the muscles of his thighs tightening against her arms.
“Now,” he ground out.
Kathryn’s hands batted Erica’s away from Blaine’s cock. His hand wrapped around the twitching length, jerking it swiftly. “Pull that shirt back up. Higher.”
Erica obeyed, feeling the embarrassing sway of her breasts as his gaze alighted upon them. She wasn’t sure how much he could see in such darkness, but judging by the languid rumble of his voice, it was enough.
Kathryn held the blanket up enough that Blaine could masturbate himself, but keep everything hidden from view. His pumping fist became a blur, and he urged Erica to move closer. She did, the hot, heavy head of his cock occasionally slapping against the inner slopes of her breasts. She watched it, e
ntranced, knowing he was almost there. She screwed her eyes shut.
“No, Erica,” Kathryn said, her voice thick. “Open them. You watch him come. Get those tits closer.”
His hand yanked her head up once more, and she whimpered at the pain. He held her head immobile, her scalp protesting at the biting sting of his tight grip. The slit in the congested head of his cock gaped, and Erica flinched as several thick spurts of semen erupted forth, coating her breasts in hot ropes of white fluid. His body shuddered after the last spurt, and he rubbed his seed into her skin with his still hard penis, the big head slipping into her slickened cleavage. He chuckled as he slapped the heavy shaft several times on each of her breasts; the wet smacking sounds making Erica want to drop straight into the Earth.
She looked up into Sir’s eyes, searching their depths, the metallic scent of his cum strong in her nostrils. “Rub it in, Erica. I want to see it all over.”
Reluctantly, she spread his semen over the slopes of her breasts. He helped her, his fingers massaging it into her nipples, smoothing the viscous fluid over her wide areolas.
“There, much better,” he said, grinning. “Now, time for you to give Kathryn a little relief don’t you think?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She turned to Mistress, glad to have sensation back in her lips, but knowing that was soon to change. Erica froze, seeing what Mistress held in her outstretched palm.
“I think we need something else for those nipples of yours.”
“Mistress, please.”
“No?” She slapped Erica’s breast sending it swinging. She felt the shaming blush warm her cheeks. Kathryn’s viper-quick hand struck the other breast, making it sway as well, Erica gasping at the pain. “What have we talked about, slut?”
“I—I don’t know.”
A bright series of flashes, like strobe lights, lit up the night behind Erica, the glare lending an unsettling starkness to the pretty contours of her Mistress’ face. Her eyes looked as cold as the night winds Erica could feel even under the shelter of the blanket. “Try again. Think.”