Repeatedly the sound of slapping skin and grunts could be heard throughout the car. Michael held on to Grace’s hips like a life preserver. He knew she may have bruises from the force of his grip, but his driving need to slam as deep as possible into her body, to leave an imprint of himself was uncontrollable.
Jason’s cock slipped out of Grace’s mouth. He’d had one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. He would swear his balls were now empty, dried, and shriveled. He was watching Michael pound into her, and could feel her breasts bouncing against his leg. He grabbed her forearms and raised her up, and with Michael still holding her hips, they had a mini tug-of-war over her delicious body.
He had to slip off the seat to keep her in an upright position. He now had full access to her generous breasts. He started squeezing and palming their full weight, and pushing them together, he feasted on her nipples, nursing like an infant, licking, sucking, and lightly nipping at the peaks. He saw Grace’s nipples tightened into a painful bud, and she thrust them into his face, silently demanding more. Jason bit down on a peak while pinching its twin between his fingers.
She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. Jason moved his hand down to her pussy, and using his thumb and forefinger on either side of her opening, he squeezed her pussy lips around Michael’s cock.
She’d never felt this before, and it focused her full attention on the cock inside of her. Never had such a simple idea occurred to her, but it made the feeling of Michael’s cock more acute. She could feel the ridges and veins in his cock, and her sopping wetness accentuated the feeling. She heard Michael moan at this new sensation as Jason started rolling and pinching her clit. Grace groaned, then stiffened and arched her back as the muscles in her entire body constricted. Every nerve ending exploded, and she could feel the rhythmic clamping of her pussy milking Michael’s cock of his seed as he, too, erupted deep inside her pussy. She felt the flood of endorphins course through her body like hot lava targeting her brain. Her body shuddered with a final convulsion and went limp.
She was oblivious to her surroundings. Nothing mattered to her as long as she stayed in this dimension of pleasure. She didn’t hear Michael grunt and groan his release, as he thrust himself as deep as he could into her body. She didn’t hear the traffic surrounding the car. All she heard was the thrumming of her own heartbeat in her ears. She had never before experienced such mind-blowing pleasure, and she never wanted it to stop.
Chapter Seven
Michael slowly withdrew his cock from Grace’s still quivering pussy. He’d love to have stayed forever in her, but he had no energy left to remain kneeling. He slumped to the floor of the car, still panting from the aftermath of his orgasm. Looking at Grace’s pussy in front of him, he could see a slow trickle of his cum seep out of her. He wasn’t surprised. He’d pumped so much cum into her body, it wouldn’t have shocked him if his cum was dripping from her ears.
He looked up at Jason, who’d sat back on the seat.
“My god, Michael, best money ever spent.”
“I know, and she’s completely ours.” They both then looked back at Grace, who had also slumped to the floor of the limo.
“Excuse me, but don’t talk about money and sex. It forms a negative image of what’s happening between us.”
Michael looked at Jason in panic. She was right. “Shit…sorry, Grace, you know we don’t see it that way at all.”
“Okay, do either of you have a tissue? I would hate to leak on these beautiful leather seats,”
“You’re priceless, Gracey,” Michael spluttered then joined Jason in a howl of laughter.
“Of course, baby, here and also take this bottle of water.” He opened the bottle and handed it to her. He watched as she took a few big gulps to wash down the thickness in her mouth left from Jason’s cum. Then she cleaned herself up with the tissues he’d offered.
Grace shuffled back up onto the seat between the two men, who promptly took one hand each and rested them in their laps. They both lay back on the seat and gently lifted one each of her legs over theirs. Grace’s pussy was now fully exposed, but she didn’t care, she knew they were doing it as an ownership gesture and felt only pride that she now belonged to them. At the thought of these two men being her Masters for six whole months, a slow heat began to build in her exposed pussy, which threatened to ruin the lovely leather seats after all.
She actually liked the concept of being owned. It gave her a strange sense of belonging she’d never experienced before. She was a valuable item that they wanted to own and cherish. Lying back against the seat next to them, she closed her eyes, relaxing in the aftermath of one of the best sexual experiences of her life, and this was just the beginning. God, these guys are going to kill me with pleasure. I wonder whether you can actually die from sex. Well, if you can, what a way to go. If I get a choice in the way I have to go out of this world, I think dying from great sex would be number one on my list.
The limo stopped outside their house, and Michael took his jacket from the seat in front and handed it to Grace.
“Put this on, baby. No need to upset the neighborhood.”
Grace put it on and was swallowed in a sea of fabric. At least now she could get into the house without the neighbors and the driver seeing her naked, she thought to herself.
Jason opened the door and she entered their home. She realized she hadn’t once thought about the kind of house they would live in. Her first impression of their home was one of wealth and masculinity. The large living room was decorated with rich, dark furniture and a wall of glass, with the lights of the city reflecting a canvas of color. The room was generous in size, and there were numerous classic pieces of art on the walls. The neutral tones enhanced the views, and she couldn’t wait to see it in the daylight.
“Let’s give you the grand tour,” Michael said, showing her through each room. The kitchen was a sight to behold, with every appliance known to mankind and gorgeous, warm, oak wood floors and cabinets which gave it a homely family feel. Seeing the kitchen reminded her of her duties and she was glad she had her iPad in her luggage, with the recipe app. Hope these guys like steaks and baked potatoes. She wasn’t a terrific chef, but she did love to cook.
“This is beautiful, so light and airy, but yet still cozy and warm. Speaking of warm, if I’m to remain naked for the next six months, I hope you’re prepared for some extra utility bills,” she said, very happy that she was to live in this beautiful house.
Michael chuckled as he led her down the hall to a closed door. Grace noticed it had an electronic combination lock.
“This is our playroom,” Jason said as he keyed in the code and opened the door.
Grace stared in amazement into the room. It looked more like a dungeon. The walls were black or charcoal. She couldn’t tell from the low light. There was a bench, a St. Andrew’s Cross, and so much more she couldn’t even imagine. They backed her out of the room and further down the hall.
“That room is for later. Right now, we’re going to show you the master bedroom.”
What Grace noticed first in the room was the massive bed. That has to be bigger than a king. Shit…do they have a custom-made bed? I wonder are the linens handmade, too? Are we all going to sleep every night in this bed together? My god!
Jason and Grace moved into the center of the huge room, and Michael moved to the club chair in the corner and sat down. Jason, who was behind Grace, leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Slave, I want you to show Master Michael how good you are with that mouth of yours. Suck his cock till you suck him dry or he tells you to stop.”
Grace dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled on all fours over to the chair. Using her fingers, she slid down his zipper and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down to his ankles. She discovered he wore boxer briefs, and as she lowered the waistband and dragged them down, his cock sprang free, standing straight and tall. Taking his hard cock with one hand and gently scraping her nail over the head, she palmed his sac
with the other, rolling his balls and rubbing the very base of his cock underneath.
Michael thought he would come from watching Grace crawl to him without either of them commanding her to. She had crawled over like a horny little kitten, swaying her hips and licking her lips as she moved. He looked at Jason and saw amazement and lust burning in his gaze.
If he ever needed proof that Grace was a natural-born submissive, this was it. She would grow and bloom in their hands. A natural submissive needed to express their true submission. It was amazing she’d taken this long in her life to come to terms with her true nature.
Watching her palming his cock with a look of raw need and submission made him growl with desire. He grabbed the sides of the chair, his knuckles whitening. He had to stop himself from throwing her to the floor and pounding into her, marking her, imprinting himself on her so she’d never forget who owned her.
A drop of pre-cum lay glistening on the slit of his cock, and an overpowering need to taste him filled Grace’s brain. She lowered her tongue slowly and sexily licked the tip, dipping her tongue into the slit in a move of pure raw seduction. She let a little moan of delight over the taste of him escape her lust-swollen lips. Then a savage need to suck his cock overwhelmed her.
She took his cock deep into her mouth with a greedy need, sliding her tongue under the ridge of him and swirling it around the head, then dipping into the slit again to check for more delicious flavor to coat her palate. She took him further into her mouth, right to the back of her throat, swallowing and hollowing out her checks as she sucked on her new favorite toy.
She thought of nothing but the lovely feel of his cock in her mouth. It was so hard, yet covered in the finest velvet silken skin. She moved one of her hands down lower to cup his sac, but his pants restricted how far he could spread his legs.
Frustrated that his clothing was in the way, she pulled and lightly squeezed his balls, rolling them like fine dough, kneading them into her desired position. She was so caught up in her task that she didn’t notice that Jason had moved in closer, not being able to take his eyes from the show of which they were willing actors.
Michael watched as Grace’s head bobbed up and down. Listening to her moaning in delight at the feel of his cock in her mouth was the most erotic thing he had ever heard in his life. Struggling, he started counting in his head to stop himself from coming. He was desperate for it not to end this quickly. He wanted to remember this moment for the rest of his life.
“Ah! Fuck, Jas, you didn’t warn me how good our girl sucks cock.” He stiffened and his cock erupted into her mouth, pumping stream after stream of his hot cum into her willing cavern. As his cock softened, he saw her swallow and lick every last drop of cum from him before lowering it from her mouth. She then sat back on her haunches and looked up at him with her most innocent expression.
“You cheeky little vixen, you’d better watch yourself or you might find yourself over my lap with your ass being kissed by my hand.”
She stiffened, and by the look on her face, not with fear at his words but with desire from the thought of being bent over his lap and being spanked like a naughty schoolgirl.
“I see the idea intrigues you, my dear. Don’t worry. You’ll get to experience it. But I think right now Jason will give you something to satisfy your hungry little pussy.”
Grace turned and crawled over to Jason, who sat down on the bed.
“Well, slave, show me what a good little slave you are. Get your pussy up here and slide it onto my cock, and then ride me. Show your Master what a good little jockey you are.”
He was deeply concerned he wouldn’t last very long. He nearly came in his pants watching her suck on Michael’s cock. Unzipping his pants, she took out his cock. He saw her swipe at the drop of pre-cum on the crown, and take it into her mouth with a wicked cheeky smile.
She climbed onto his lap, spreading her legs over each of his thighs and angling her hips slightly forward and back so he could watch her slowly sink her glistening pink pussy down onto his iron rod. Holding his cock, she rubbed it against her dripping pussy folds. She played with her clit with the head of his cock, swirling it round and around, using it as her own personal sex toy. She let him feel how wet and hot she was before slowly sinking on his shaft. Inch by inch his beautiful cock entered her. When she was halfway down his shaft, she stopped. Then she thrust her hips down, taking him completely inside her with a brutal force. She began flexing the inner muscles of her pussy, massaging his cock inside her.
“God, that’s it, milk me!”
Grace began to raise her hips up and down his cock whilst clenching her pussy muscles. She started with an agonizingly slow pace as she felt the ridges of his cock sliding against her pussy walls, electrifying her clit as his pubic hair tickled it. She rubbed against his pelvis each time she sank completely down, adding pressure to her tortured nub of pleasure.
Grace’s rhythm began to increase, and she started to twist and rotate her hips, pushing his hard cock against her G-spot, bucking with the intensity beginning to build. The orgasm hit Grace with the force of a Mack truck. She felt her inner muscles convulse and rhythmically squeeze Jason’s cock inside her. Over and over again she flew with the pleasure her body was feeling.
In the back of her mind she heard the exalted groan from Jason as he grabbed her hips and ground her pussy as hard as he could against his pelvis so that his cock was so far into her it was almost in her womb. The tidal wave of cum that bathed her innermost walls was deliciously warm and soothing. It salved her tunnel with a creamy flow that made her swoon.
Grace looked into his eyes, seeing the satisfaction and satiation. She kissed his lips tenderly, the desire for the emotional connection too much for her to deny. Her lips slid over his with the lightest of touches, so that Jason opened his mouth as his hand grabbed her neck and pulled her into a deep and passionate mating of mouths and tongues. When Jason finally released her, she was panting from the scorching heat their kiss had generated.
“Well, you are a good little slave, aren’t you?” Jason panted.
“Yes, Master,” Grace replied, lowering her eyes in a shy but provocative gesture.
“Michael’s right. You are a cheeky little vixen. Now, showers are in order. Go and get everything ready, slave.”
Grace rolled off Jason’s body, making him groan from the feel of her pussy releasing him. Padding her way to the gorgeous marble bathroom, she turned on the space-age double shower, wondering what she had to get ready. Okay, soap’s in the shower. What else? Shit…umm…towels? Looking around, she found three towels on the shelf and moved them to the sink opposite the shower.
Jason lay on the bed, giving himself time for his body to enjoy the liquid, sated state he was feeling. Looking at the ceiling, he was running through everything that had happen so far this night. “She’s going to be a lot of fun, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is,” Michael replied.
“I’m a bit frightened by how easy it is with her, and how natural it feels having her with us.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.” Michael looked at Jason lying there sated and happy and thought over his words. Grace was meant for them. It was as though she was the link they had always been missing. It was all too soon. Too easy, too unbelievable. Instead of feeling thankful and complete, fear dominated his thoughts, a feeling that was making him want to run. To flee back to a place where everything was easy and safe, but also boring and lonely.
Grace checked the water temperature before walking back into the bedroom. She lowered herself to kneel in the center of the room. “Masters, the shower is ready.”
“Very good, slave, follow us and we’ll show you how to shower us,” Michael said, leading the way into the shower. “Now, slave, soap your body and then rub it all over ours.”
She blinked, and then blinked again. Surely he was punking her or something. Did he really want to use her body as a washcloth? On the other hand, that did sound quite interesting. May as well try it.
I’m here to learn, and who knows? It may be fun.
She poured a generous amount of body wash into her hand and rubbed it all over her chest and stomach. She looked at both Michael and Jason, transfixed by her movements. Now feeling a sense of power, she paid extra attention to her breasts, gently massaging her nipples, and slid her hand down to her crotch to soap herself there as well. “Okay, vixen, this is about us, not you,” Michael demanded.
“I’m sorry, Master. I thought I was doing this for you.” She playfully pouted.
Michael put his hand on her arm and turned her to the tiled wall. Grace gasped in shock, not understanding what was happening. Then she heard a loud smack, and heat radiated from her ass. He spanked me. I can’t believe it. He actually spanked me…
Chapter Eight
Jason rubbed her ass, spreading the heat down to her core. Smack. Smack. Michael continued to rain five blows to her behind, alternating between each cheek, with Jason rubbing her abused flesh in between the spanks. Her pussy started to throb in need, even though she’d had more sex in the past three hours than she’d had in the last year. Her body didn’t care. The spanking had created a powerful hunger.
“Turn around, slave,” Michael commanded.
Grace turned to face them both. She was sucking in deep, short breaths, not quite panting but coming close to it. She looked directly into Michael’s eyes.
Michael knew a submissive should never look directly into her Master’s eyes. In this situation, it was a sign of challenge. He knew he wouldn’t call her on it just now, as the pure lust pulsating in her gaze was an aphrodisiac he wanted to continue to receive.
“I told you you’d be punished for your vixen ways. My dear, you’re attempting to top from the bottom, and that is unacceptable. We are the only Masters here, and you are a slave.”
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