by Amy Valenti
“Yes,” she whimpered. He pulled her up from the table, his mouth capturing hers, the kiss hungry and eager and promising, their tongues searching for something more.
“Undress,” he said, sitting back down in the chair to stroke himself while she slid off her blouse and bra. He unzipped her skirt in back and watched her wiggle it down her hips, teasing him with the sight of her exposed sex. “In my coat pocket.”
Tasha dashed toward the living room, clapping her hands, and Max smiled as he loosened his tie, pulling it over his head without undoing it, and working the buttons on his shirt as he stepped out of his trousers.
“Max!” she squealed from the other room and his grin widened as he left his trousers and shirt folded neatly over the chair and started toward the sound of her voice, completely naked now. He hadn’t taken more than two steps when she burst through the doorway, holding her new toy in her hand. “I didn’t even know they made these!”
“Ready to try it out?” He took the Sybian attachment from her, holding it up in his hand.
“More than ready!” She wiggled herself against him with a mischievous smile, her nipples brushing his chest. “Come on!”
She was bounding down the basement stairs before he could say a word. Max met her down there and she already had the machine placed on the low stool they had rigged up just for their own play sessions. Tasha could sit and ride, and it was at the perfect height for her to take him into her mouth.
“Gimme!” She grabbed the accessory, attaching it to the machine and then kneeling down to study it. The two cock-shaped dildos curved up from the base, one right in front of the other. The one in back was thinner and had a more angled curve. That was the one that would go into her ass, she knew.
Max had his cock in his hand as he sat in the chair. He would always watch a while first before moving in to join her. Tasha loved looking over and seeing his hand moving up and down the shaft, squeezing the head. It made her mouth water.
She grabbed the big bottle of lube—they had invested in the super sized ones—and squirted a huge glob on the tip of the thinner dildo. She went a little lighter on the other one, because her pussy felt like Niagara Falls already. Straddling the machine, she aimed each of the cocks carefully, lining herself up.
“Oh!” she cried, discovering that the thick one could slide easily into her pussy, but the tight ring of her ass was going to resist the slimmer one, even with all the lubrication she’d used. Just like real anal, she thought with a wince, reaching her hands back and spreading her ass to make some more room.
The cock in her pussy slipped easily as she rocked, slowly easing the head of the slender dildo into her ass. She could feel the stretch, and she bit her lip, knowing if she could just get past… there! The head popped past that tight band of muscle, and then she was home free. Still, she went slow, eyes closed, working it in, inch by inch.
When she opened her eyes, Max was watching her with his cock squeezed hard in his fist. The look on his face was hungry. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she had him in her mouth, and she smiled in anticipation.
“How does it feel?” he asked, his fingers rubbing over the head of his cock.
“Fucking fantastic,” she gasped, wiggling down onto the base and rubbing her clit over the ridge. If it felt this good now… what was going to happen when she turned the Sybian on? She wondered. Reaching down for the controls, she started slow, just turning the vibration up a few notches.
Her whole body responded, sinking into the pleasure. She’d been waiting for this all day! She could feel the toy in her ass vibrating, too, sending shivers up her spine. She felt so full, both her pussy and her ass stuffed with a dildo, and the sensation was very different. Tasha took a deep breath and started the rotation.
“Oh God!” she moaned as the cock up inside of her began to move. Only the one in her pussy rotated, but the cock in her ass! It was curved sharply, pressing through the thin membrane and rubbing up against the dildo as it turned inside of her pussy, creating an incredible sensation with every pass.
“Like it?” Max inquired, standing now and walking toward her.
She reached for him, and when he came near, she pressed her cheek against his hip, holding on tight. She rocked against the machine, her mouth making a little pout as she rode, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. Max pressed his cock to her lips and she moaned, taking him into her mouth. If there was anything better than being in her mouth in the first place, it had to be a blowjob from Tasha when she was riding the Sybian.
Normally eager for his cock, she turned into a hungry animal on the machine, sucking and stroking him for everything she was worth. Today was no exception—in fact, she seemed even more excited, moaning around his length, her body bucking against the Sybian.
“Oh God, I love it in my ass!” she groaned, stroking him against her cheek. Her eyes were glazed, and he knew she was close to her first orgasm. “It’s so fucking good, baby!’
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his fingers moving in the short, black wings of her hair, easing himself back between her lips. He wanted to feel her mouth tighten on him when she came. It wasn’t long. Seconds. Her throat vibrated with her moan, her body stiff for a moment and then quivering, her mouth tightening and releasing on his cock like he knew her little pussy was spasming on the machine.
She didn’t stop. Tasha had really learned how to ride, and now she was a pro. She had the controls on her thigh, and turned them down to a gentle buzz while she recovered, using the time to give some conscious attention to Max’s cock. She licked the head, kissing it, cooing over it as she rode the wave of her orgasm downward.
And then she turned the speed back up again. Just a little. Then a little more. The cock in her ass was fucking incredible! She turned the rotation back up, moaning when the cock in her pussy passed against the pressure of the cock shoved up her ass. Taking Max into her mouth again, she grabbed onto his ass, pulling him in deep, wanting to feel completely filled.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned as she swallowed around his shaft, her throat tightening against the head of his cock. The sensation was beyond words.
She pulled her head back, her eyes wild as she looked up at him. “Fuck my throat, baby… make me gag on it!”
The speed of the machine was moving up again, toward the middle to high range, and she was going for another ride. Max grabbed the back of her head, aiming his cock into her mouth. She took him, sucking greedily at first as he moved in and out, shoving himself between her lips.
“Ah, God, baby, take it!” he growled, thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock into her throat. She did gag, her eyes watering, but she made hungry, eager noises, wanting more. He’d never seen her like this, one hand clutching his ass, pulling him in even harder. Her body was quivering again, and he knew she was coming. He could feel the tightening in her mouth, her eyes closing with it.
He rocked his hips, driving his cock deep, using her mouth like a hot, wet little pussy. Tasha moaned and gagged again, her hand tightening into a fist against his ass. She pulled back for a moment to take a breath, panting, turning the speed down a little, but not as much as before.
She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, her breasts glistening with it, her tummy, too. Her eyes were dazed, as if she weren’t quite really all there, and he knew that she wasn’t. She was fiddling with the controls, turning them up again.
Tasha was lost, the heat between her legs like some unquenchable fire, and she kept rubbing and rubbing, trying to put it out. Her orgasms were beginning to come faster, closer, running together, like continuous waves. The dildo in her ass was buried deep, pressing against some magic spot inside of her and she couldn’t seem to get enough of it.
Max pressed his cock against her lips and she opened for him, feeling the thick swell of his flesh in her mouth, her pussy beginning to spasm again with her climax. She tried to hold out, but she couldn’t. The machine was relentless, driving her onward, upward, and she came again, M
ax’s cock buried deep in her throat.
“Fuck, Tash!” Max groaned, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting deep. He was coming! The thick, hot surge of it filled her throat and she swallowed around him, as fast as she could, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She caught the little flood with her fingers, licking them as he pulled himself out of her mouth with a groan.
“Oh baby,” she whimpered, leaning in to him, holding on. “It’s so good… I can’t stand it…”
“Yes you can,” he murmured, letting her use him for support as her hips continued to rock against the Sybian. “Don’t stop…”
“Nooooo,” she moaned, grabbing his hips and pressing her forehead against the hard muscles of his belly. Her pussy was a wet pulse between her thighs, her ass stretched and taut, the sensation building again… again! “Yes… ohhh yes… yes!”
She kept on riding. It would be another hour before Tasha climbed down, wet and trembling, into her husband’s arms.
Chapter Seven
“On your knees, bitch!” Regina, the tall blonde, used just the slight pressure of the leather riding crop on top of Emily’s head to send her down to her knees. Tasha only knew Regina’s name from the initial paperwork they had filled out in order to join the club. She otherwise might have believed her name was “Mistress,” because that’s all the other woman, Emily, the little redhead wearing the black leather and chains, called her.
“Yes, Mistress,” Emily murmured.
Not that Regina was dressed for the office or anything. She put one thigh-high black vinyl boot heel up on the rung of the stool in the corner, reaching down to unsnap the crotch of her black vinyl leotard. The contraption left her breasts exposed, cinching her already nonexistent waist, and Tasha stared as the crotch of the outfit just popped away to reveal the trimmed blonde hair of her pussy.
“I’ll… uh… leave you two alone, now,” Tasha murmured, reaching behind her for the doorknob. Emily was kneeling, hands clasped behind her back, head down, breasts pushed forward in the black leather corset she wore. The corset had leather straps that framed her breasts but left them bare and attached to a collar around her neck with silver chains. The collar had a metal ring, and Regina held a leash that was fastened through it.
“No.” Regina’s voice was firm. “You stay. Sit.”
“But—” The redhead glanced at Tasha as she sank into the chair by the door. Regina used the crop again to lead her, turning her head forward.
“Pet doesn’t like to be watched, does she?”
“No, Mistress.” Emily’s head hung down again, her hair hiding her face like an auburn curtain.
Regina smiled. “I know.”
Only Emily’s eyes moved, glancing toward Tasha. “Please, Mistress… won’t you send her out?”
“No.” Regina lifted the woman’s chin with the end of the crop, looking into her eyes. “You’ve been a very bad girl, and this…” She nodded toward Tasha in the corner, who was watching with wide eyes. “Is your punishment.”
Tasha saw tears—real tears!—well up in the redhead’s eyes as she dropped her head again the moment the crop had moved.
“Now… lick.” Regina lifted the snap-on crotch of her leotard, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. Her foot still rested on the rung of the stool, giving Tasha a full view of the woman’s sex.
“Yes, Mistress…” The redhead shuffled forward on her knees, leaning in with her tongue outstretched. The only outward sign the blonde gave was a deep sigh and a slight fluttering of her eyelids as Emily began to lick her.
Tasha glanced at her watch. They had paid for two twenty-minute sessions in a row, and now she understood why. Emily looked up at her “Mistress,” her tongue working between the woman’s flesh. Tasha thought about the paperwork demanding her attention upstairs as the blonde used the riding crop to direct Emily’s head, up a little, then down, her face changing only slightly in response.
“Stop,” Regina said, and the redhead moaned softly, easing back, her face wet with the blonde’s juices.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Regina turned around, planting the impossibly high heels of her boots wide and bent over the stool, looking back at her charge. Using the riding crop again, she lifted the snap-crotch of the leotard free of her ass. “Lick it, bitch!”
“Yes, Mistress.” Emily made a little noise in her throat, almost like a purr, and Tasha forgot all about her paperwork as she watched the redhead spread her Mistress’ ass with her hands, her tongue sliding between the crack. Oh my God, she’s licking her asshole! Tasha’s breath caught as she watched Emily’s tongue flicking around the rosy hole of the blonde’s ass, even pressing inward, as if she were fucking her with her tongue!
Regina responded to this, giving a little gasp and a soft moan, her back seeming to arch involuntarily. This increased the redhead’s enthusiasm and she made sloppy, wet noises as she tongued her Mistress’ asshole, using her hands to hold her cheeks open wide. Tasha squirmed her bottom against the chair, remembering riding the Sybian with the anal attachment, how good it had felt. She and Max had tried anal, but had never ventured this far…
“Good, Pet,” Regina breathed, and Tasha saw her slip the riding crop between her legs, using the flat leather end of it to press against her clit. She rubbed it there, faster and faster, as Emily plunged her pink tongue into her Mistress’ ass. Regina couldn’t hide the sound of her breath coming faster and faster, filling the little room with its pant. Tasha bit her lip and crossed her legs, squeezing them together and feeling that dull ache as Regina arched and began to climax. Her thighs trembled with her orgasm, the crop’s tip moving like lightning over her wet, swollen clit. Emily continued to tongue her Mistress’ asshole, licking, sucking, even kissing, until Regina moaned softly and said, “Stop!”
“Yes, Mistress.” Her face wet and dripping with the blonde’s juices and her own saliva, Emily sat back, clasping her hands behind her, putting her head down. Tasha watched as Regina composed herself, taking a seat on the stool and flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she looked down at the redhead.
“Time for your punishment, bitch,” Regina murmured, standing and walking over to where the Sybian waited.
Slapping the back of the machine, she said, “Up!” in a commanding tone, as if she were talking to a dog.
“Yes, Mistress.” Emily responded immediately, climbing up and swinging her leg over, like she was mounting a horse. Her legs were spread but she kept her pussy from touching the machine, her thighs trembling with the effort. That’s clearly a rule, Tasha thought, watching in fascination as Regina used the riding crop to tease the redhead’s fat, pink nipples. The crop slapped the curly red tuft of hair on the top of Emily’s pussy, making her jump, and then slid between her clean-shaven lips, parting them, teasing.
“Mount,” Regina commanded.
“Yes, Mistress.” Emily slid forward on the Sybian, grabbing the dildo and sliding herself slowly down onto the shaft. The look of pleasure on her face that just climbing onto the machine elicited was unmistakable.
Regina took the controls, watching as the redhead settled herself, wiggling down onto the base, pressing the dildo all the way into her pussy. Emily’s eyes closed and she bit her lip when the Sybian began to vibrate underneath her, her Mistress turning it up little by little. Tasha bit her own lip, her hands clasped in her lap as the ride began, her pussy throbbing and beginning to moisten, a Pavlovian response.
“Open your eyes, bitch!” Regina demanded, the crop coming down with a loud slap over the creamy flesh of the girl’s behind.
“Yes, Mistress!” she gasped, her eyes flying open.
“She’s watching you…” Regina looked over at Tasha, whose eyes flickered between the two of them. “Look into her eyes.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Emily moaned, chewing on her lip now as she rolled her hips against the machine, her eyes meeting Tasha’s. There was a sort of pain there that Tasha couldn’t ide
ntify—the pain of being seen? But the redhead moaned and rocked on top of the Sybian as Regina turned on the rotation, trying to keep her eyes on Tasha.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” Regina brought the crop down over the girl’s behind again, making her yelp, her eyes closing involuntarily for a moment.
“Yes, Mistress!” Emily breathed the words, her half-closed eyes focused on Tasha.
“Say it, bitch!” The crop smacked smartly on the redhead’s other cheek. From where Tasha was sitting, she could see a fat red splotch on the woman’s behind.
“Yes, Mistress! I’m a bad girl,” Emily moaned, her smooth, slick pussy lips rubbing against the Sybian’s attachment, her clit easing back and forth over the ridge. “A very bad, bad, girl!”
“She can see what a bad girl you are,” Regina murmured, tracing the crop over the redhead’s breasts. “Look, she can see how naughty you’ve been.”
Tasha looked between them, eyes wide, re-crossing her legs and squirming against the hard surface of the chair. Emily’s eyes were on her, pleading, full of some emotion—humiliation? Tasha recognized it with a flush as the woman began to climax.
“Yes, Mistress!” The redhead was coming, the crop lightly slapping at her nipples as she shuddered on top of the machine. “Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl!” she moaned over and over as she bucked on top of the Sybian, her nipples gone from pink to cherry red from the slap of the crop. Tasha swallowed hard, pressing the heat of her own pussy against the chair as she watched.
Regina didn’t slow the machine, which kept vibrating under the woman’s shuddering thighs, although Emily begged her to. “Please, Mistress, I can’t stand it—”
“You can.” Regina punctuated her insistence with the crop against the woman’s ass. “And you will.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Emily’s face was pained as the machine hummed under her climax-sensitive clit, the dildo still rotating deep inside her. Regina turned the controls up even further, making the redhead squeal and grab the edges of the machine, digging her nails into the sides. Tasha couldn’t imagine having the controls up so high just after orgasming—it would be the equivalent of sexual torture!