Basil landed the first swirl on her right breast, then handed the icing to Flin, who iced her left breast. The creamy icing felt slightly cold but definitely very sexy, Laila thought, arching her back with her hands above her head, so they could get every inch of her breasts.
“Oh!” she squeaked in surprise, as Flin squeezed a line of sugary icing over her pussy.
As more icing covered her clit and the lips of her labia, she moaned at the exquisite, cool sensation of the creamy goodness.
“You make a good cupcake,” Basil remarked.
“It would be bad manners for us to leave this cupcake uneaten,” Flin added.
“Indeed, we should eat this tasty cupcake,” Basil said, winking, and the next thing Laila knew, Flin’s mouth was around one of her breasts, licking the icing away, while Basil’s tongue found the icing on her pussy. The sensation of being licked in her most sexual places made Laila cry out in pleasure, as she lay on the tea table and submitted to Basil’s and Flin’s oral attentions to her body. She was overjoyed that both men were doing this together.
Flin moved to her other breast as Basil honed in on her clit, and Laila writhed on the table as he worked her precious area with his tongue for several minutes.
“Our princess is a bit sticky,” Basil said. “I think she needs some tea.”
“Here.” Flin handed Basil a teapot, and Laila’s eyes widened. What were they going to do with it? A moment later, she shrieked in delight as Basil poured warm liquid over her pussy, washing away any residue of the icing. The warm running water over her clit felt divine, and Laila had to try very hard to remain still. There was just one more thing she wanted, to make this completely perfect.
“Daddy, Master, will you cane me, please?” It was hard to say the words, but she knew she could trust Basil and Flin not to laugh at her. Having a hot bottom just seemed to turn her on so much.
“Of course, sweetheart. Well done for asking.” Basil helped her sit up and hop down off the table, while Flin moved a chair into place.
“Bend over the chair.” Flin went to the computer console and Laila craned her neck to see him press a few buttons. A selection of canes appeared on the table. She quickly bent over the back of the chair, going up on her tippy toes so the back of the chair was comfortably pressing against the apex of her bending tummy. She rested her arms on the cushioned seat and waited.
“Do you know why you’re about to get a caning?” Flin asked. There was a reason? Laila shook her head.
“You are getting caned as a reward for behaving so well recently. I don’t want my slave thinking she needs to misbehave to get a caning,” Flin breathed into her ear. Laila’s clit twitched, sending a thrill deep inside her.
“Put your bottom up, Laila,” Flin ordered. Laila adjusted her position over the back of the chair, pushing her bottom as high as she could, and she waited. She was glad they hadn’t asked her why she wanted this, because she would have had a lot of trouble explaining it. It wasn’t that she enjoyed the pain—well, not at first, anyway—but there was something about it, the way it seemed to reach into her. She couldn’t explain it properly, even to herself, but she knew she needed it. Not to mention the fact that it always left her highly turned on for some reason, even though she hated it while it was happening.
“I think six strokes would be appropriate,” Flin said.
“That sounds about right,” Basil agreed.
A swooshing noise behind her reminded Laila why she found the cane so fearsome, right before it bit into her and exploded in a line of fire. She whimpered and rolled her hips, trying to get the sharp sting to dissipate. Flin waited what seemed like hours as Laila concentrated on her breathing. The second stroke landed close to the first, and Laila gripped the chair as the sting sliced across her skin. Her leg picked itself up at the knee as she hissed through her teeth.
“Remain still or you’ll get extras,” Flin warned. Laila widened her eyes in surprise. Surely he wouldn’t; this wasn’t a punishment caning!
“You’re probably thinking I wouldn’t give you extras. Don’t forget, I have very high standards, and I will always hold you to them,” Flin murmured in her ear.
Laila resolved herself to stay still, but Flin caned hard and the third one made her pummel her fists on the seat of the chair and tears began to prickle at her eyes already. She heard movement, then the cane whistled down again, catching the crest of her buttocks. The pain was searing, and the tears rolled down her face. She was sure they had swapped and that Basil was now caning her, as a fifth hard stroke caught her low and made her cry out. Just one more, she thought, as she tried to breathe. The last one singed across her sit spot, and she wiggled and stamped her foot to shift the lingering burning feeling. Meanwhile, her pussy was dripping, and her nipples were as hard as diamonds.
“We’re going to fuck you together now, princess,” Basil said, putting the cane down with a clatter. “Would you like that?”
Laila nodded in delight. During sex, she’d never even had the two of them in the room together before, let alone had them willing to participate at the same time.
Flin and Basil helped her up then moved the canes aside on the table. Basil took his clothes off and got up onto the table, while Flin helped Laila up on top of Basil, where she lowered herself onto his already hard cock. After all their foreplay, she was so ready for this, and it felt amazing to have him inside her again.
As she moved on Basil’s cock, she felt Flin behind her, parting her welted cheeks with his big hands. She moaned at his touch, as the places where she’d been caned began to tingle again.
She felt something cold at her bottom hole, followed by a finger going inside her. Holding her breath, she didn’t dare to hope about what was coming next. With joy, she felt him push his huge cock into her ass, slowly filling her with his incredible length.
“How does that feel, Laila?” he asked her.
“Green,” she replied. It felt so good, she couldn’t imagine how this could get any better. She had never felt so full before. All the nerve endings inside her ass were buzzing, and Basil was filling her pussy at the same time. Flin began to move, and Laila wondered how he was even fitting inside her at the same time as Basil. Was this what all the training with the butt plugs had been building to?
She moaned happily as the two men fucked her like a little ragdoll, feeling them move in and out of her at opposite moments, so she was never completely empty.
“It’s such a shame we’ve never done this before,” Basil said. “I can feel my princess is close to coming already.”
Laila nodded as Basil’s hand found her clit and began working it, making her cover his cock in more of her juices, while from behind, Flin fondled her breasts and flicked her nipples with his fingers, sending thrills through her body. Soon she was at the edge of an enormous orgasm.
“Please, can I come now?” she asked, ready to burst.
“Yes, you can come,” Basil said, and Laila tumbled into freefall, fueled by the thrill of letting them both fill her with their huge cocks, and play with her, and do whatever they wanted to do. Waves of pleasure crashed over her as she exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm that pulled her in several directions at the same time. It seemed to last for hours, as they both took her at once, filling her holes and fucking her. Safe in the knowledge that the room was completely soundproof, she screamed and screamed as she bucked and writhed on their cocks, while they mercilessly fucked and fondled her. When she came back down, she noticed they’d both paused in their movements.
“I hope you ate lots of cupcakes, princess, because there’s going to be plenty more orgasms before we’re done with you,” Basil said.
Flin gently slid out of her, which she was glad of, since her ass had become super sensitive after her amazing orgasm. Basil pushed her up off his cock and Flin lifted her off the table, to allow Basil to get to his feet, then they placed Laila bent over the edge of the table with her feet on the floor and her breasts pressed against the soft
tablecloth. She heard them both moving around, then someone dangled a blindfold in front of her.
“I thought we could play a game, next, where you wouldn’t know whose cock was in which hole,” Flin said, and Laila shivered in excitement. She closed her eyes and let Flin blindfold her, then felt someone’s cock pressing at her pussy. It filled her completely, stretching her, then someone fucked her hard, holding her hips, pounding into her freshly caned welts, their balls hitting her clit over and over, until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, can I come?”
“Guess who,” Basil murmured into her ear, and Laila thought she knew the answer.
“Uh… Flin?” she asked. The men both groaned in defeat.
“Correct, and you may come, sweetheart,” Basil said, and Flin drove into her, his cock spurting hot liquid deeply into her core, as the universe all converged into a single point and her muscles tensed. She cried out with joy as he fucked her hard, his curved cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves at the front of her tunnel, while she continued to come for a very long minute, then she went limp on the table while she tried to recover her senses.
“How did you know it was me?”
“I thought for sure you’d think it was me,” Basil said.
“Yes, but I’ve felt you both inside my pussy so many times that I can tell whose cock it is,” she explained.
“Oh, so we need to try somewhere we don’t go very often?” Flin pulled out of her, and she felt warm liquid trickling out of her pussy and over her clit. Laila wondered where they were going to go next. She felt the table creak as someone climbed on it.
A cock pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth. It filled her mouth, she couldn’t open wide enough at this angle for it to fully get past her teeth, and she could already feel the tip hitting at the back of her throat. It was like sucking on an extra-large pacifier, she thought, as she closed her lips around it and explored it with her tongue. It was warm and hard, and it had a flared head, but that could describe either of their members. They didn’t often get her to do this, and she grudgingly conceded this was going to be the most difficult way to identify a cock belonging to one man or the other, because neither of them could fully fit in her tiny mouth.
After a few delicious minutes, the cock was withdrawn and Laila felt a sense of loss.
“Whose cock was that, Laila?” Flin asked. She shook her head.
“I don’t know, I’m sorry,” she said.
“You’ll have to forfeit then. Open your mouth again,” Flin said, and Laila did so, feeling a different cock sliding into her mouth. This one was even larger, but she could only tell because she’d just had the other one. She was sure this was Flin’s cock. She felt him push deeply into her mouth again and again. He held her head to steady it, then with a few more swift strokes, he came, shooting a big mouthful of hot thick come into the back of her throat, where she instinctively swallowed it without really tasting it. It seemed to stick on the way down, but after a while the odd feeling went away and she felt her clit throbbing happily at the fact that she’d just helped Flin to come. The cock was withdrawn.
“Name that cock,” Basil said.
“It was Flin’s!” Laila giggled, rolling her hips. Feeling him come in her mouth had made her ache to be filled again.
“Should I be worried that she knows your cock better than mine?” Basil teased. Laila resolved to guess right next time, as she felt someone pushing at her ass. A cock slid in, aided by some lubrication, Laila guessed. But whose was it? She’d never felt Basil’s cock inside her ass, so had no idea if his would feel the same as Flin’s or not. This cock felt huge in her ass, but she remembered how even a fairly small butt plug sometimes felt impossible to her bottom hole. It didn’t seem to be good at sizes or scales of things, so she decided to wait and see.
Whoever was in her ass started moving, taking her gently, stroking her clit, as her ass yielded to being fucked, and she was soon well on her way toward another orgasm. As she got close, she felt her bottom hole become more sensitive, and she tightened around the cock inside her.
“Oh, please, I need to come!” she panted, knowing there was no way she could hold on this time.
“Tell us whose cock it is,” Flin said. Laila tried to focus on the details.
“Basil! Flin fucks hard, Daddy is gentle,” she practically screamed.
“Hey, she got it right!” Flin declared.
“Come on my cock, while I fuck your soft, tight little bottom hole, then, princess,” Basil murmured, and Laila felt another amazing orgasm take over her body, filling her with tingling electricity as her ass contracted around her daddy’s cock. She was still riding the aftershocks when he came out.
The blindfold came off and Laila blinked at the light, trying to focus on Basil and Flin.
“How are you feeling?” Flin asked.
“Good,” Laila sighed, in her own happy little world.
“For our finale, I am going to fuck you until I come, then Basil is going to do the same. You must ask us if you can have an orgasm, each time you want to,” Flin said.
Laila nodded. Even though she’d just come three times, both her holes were aching to be filled once again.
“Get that bottom up then.” Flin pushed his cock into her pussy in one swift movement, while Basil stood in Laila’s field of vision and pumped his shaft. She was pinned to the table and helpless to involve herself in Basil’s pleasure. Watching him play with himself, knowing that he was watching her getting fucked by another man, made her even more turned on than before.
Flin moved inside her, demanding more of her attention, then spanked her ass cheeks a couple of times.
The full feeling was incredible and as Flin’s cock hit the bundle of nerves inside her, Laila felt the pressure building once more.
“Please, I need to come!” She was rewarded with a sharp spank on one cheek.
“No, you don’t.” Flin was unsympathetic. The tone of his voice, the fact that he knew her so well that he knew she wasn’t quite ready to come, the fact he’d not given her permission, pushed her further toward the edge and she writhed on the table under his attentions.
“Please, Flin,” she urged him to reconsider.
“You will only come when I say you can,” he replied. Laila felt a tingling sensation run from her nipples to her clit from the sound of his voice. How could he be so heartless, and why did it turn her on so much?
He continued to fuck her and she inched closer to coming without permission, hoping she could hold on for as long as it took.
“Ple-e-e-eeease! I neee-eee-eeed to co-ooo-mme!” she moaned, as she tried to fight back the orgasm that was trying to start.
“All right, you may come on my cock, Laila,” Flin said, and Laila orgasmed. She contorted and shrieked on the table as everything melted away and she felt like she was floating, weightlessly, on a current of sparkles. She was vaguely aware that she was crying out, but all she could focus on was Flin’s cock fucking her into oblivion as she felt the amazing orgasm fall away. He found his own release, and gently pulled out of her.
“That looked like quite a climax.” Basil walked toward her and softly brushed the hair out of her face. “You comfortable down there?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said.
“When you want to come, you need to say ‘please, Daddy, can I come on your cock.’ I will only let you come if you ask properly,” Basil warned. “Okay, princess?”
Laila nodded, suddenly feeling little again, as her daddy pushed his cock into her ass.
“I think your pussy’s probably had enough fucking for today,” he said, and she smiled. Always making sure she was happy and comfortable, even when he was driving her to distraction; that was her daddy.
He entered her ass slowly and waited for her to wiggle her hips, then started moving inside her. Laila could feel every inch of his cock as he filled her. A finger swirled around her pussy then found her clit, and he rubbed it carefully while he continu
ed to fill her ass. The contrast between sex with Basil and sex with Flin had never been so obvious. Laila loved how hard Flin would push her; she needed to feel like his slave. She loved what they had, but at the same time, she wouldn’t exchange her loving, intimate moments with Basil for anything in the world. He was her daddy, and she loved him; it was that simple.
He increased his pace and Laila felt like he was snuggling her ass from the inside, as he caught her cane marks and made her gush. She ached for her pussy to be filled at the same time.
“Daddy?” she began.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Can… can I have a finger, please?”
“Where do you want a finger, princess?”
“In my pussy, please.”
She felt a finger dance around the opening.
“In here?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.” She was content to feel a finger pushing inside her, to know she was being taken in two ways at the same time by the same daddy.
“You’re very wet down there. Have you been thinking naughty thoughts?” he asked her.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been thinking about how much I love feeling your cock inside me,” she replied. A second finger joined the first, and the gentle intimacy of it made her moan in delight.
The rest of his hand rubbed against her clit as she very quickly felt an orgasm rise up and threaten to overcome her.
“Please, Daddy, can I come on your cock?” she asked, urging him psychically to say yes. If ever he could read her mind, now was the time to do it, she thought.
“Hmm… are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m ready, please, can I come on your cock, Daddy?” The words tumbled out and she hoped they were in the right order because she couldn’t think straight.
“All right then, baby girl, you can come on my cock.”
Laila exploded, her ass clenching around his cock, as her pussy spasmed and she shook against his hand. She wanted to stretch out as far as she could. She tried to push her bottom against his, to get more friction against every part of him that touched her body in any way. Laila screamed, only stopping to take more breath, then again and again. She must have tipped him over the edge too, because her daddy came in her ass, just as she was riding the end of the waves of orgasm. When she felt his come touch her insides for the first time ever, it sent her into powerful twitchy aftershocks.
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