Mistress Hedonism

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by Lori King


  His heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second, as every fiber of his being focused on the tongue and lips wrapped tightly around the head of his dick.

  Shit, that felt good.

  It wasn’t like any blow job he’d received before. Foster wasn’t practiced at it, but he was enthusiastic. His hands gripped Wyatt’s shaft firmly, and he didn’t try to take more than he could handle, instead he seemed content to just lick and suck the sensitive crown.

  When Ana reached back and twisted one of Wyatt’s nipples he remembered that he was supposed to be eating her pussy, and he focused again on the sweetness under his tongue.

  Sensations and flavors overwhelmed him. Every single nerve in his body was on edge after the teasing torment from moments ago, and now… Holy fuck.

  His first ever blowjob from a man was making it difficult to think, and control his motions on her rocking cunt. She seemed to delight in tipping her hips so that first her clit and then her anus were accessible to his searching tongue. He learned quickly that she preferred long slow laps to short tight circles, and that she liked feeling his teeth on her labia, but not her clit.

  Foster was learning his way around too, because he now had a grip on Wyatt’s throbbing balls, and he was taking more and more of his cock into his throat. Teeth grazed the cap of his cock, and Wyatt hissed at the sting, pushing his hips up and choking the other man for a moment. That ought to teach him to be more careful, he thought, only to groan when Foster did it again, on purpose this time.

  ~

  Ana was on the verge of coming; watching Foster give Wyatt head over her shoulder was erotic as hell. Just knowing that he had a mouthful of cock was a turn on. The two men had now both passed boundaries they’d had in place all of their lives, and she was determined to force them past one more before the night was through.

  Lifting off Wyatt’s mouth, she grinned down at his glistening lips, and gorgeous eyes. He returned the smile, but it was punctuated with a groan as Foster played with his cock. She flipped around and grabbed the other man by the hair, tugging his head up off of Wyatt’s cock long enough to press a kiss to his lips.

  When they broke apart, she hissed out a breath of air, “It’s time for the main event. Wyatt, grab the lube, you’ll need it.” Both men swallowed hard, but hurried to follow her instructions. Foster moved back as she took Wyatt’s place and held her arms out to him, “Come here, pet. I need you to fill me up.”

  Crawling up between her legs, Foster sweetly licked at her pussy and pressed a tender kiss to her mound before continuing his journey up her body. He positioned himself between her legs, and slid home with a grunt of relief. Their position left his ass up for Wyatt’s attention, and she didn’t even have to give the other man more instruction as he appeared over Foster’s shoulder.

  She waited apprehensively for his next move. This would change everything. Wyatt was going to fuck Foster, while Foster fucked her, and there would be no going back. Her long-time partner and submissive met her eyes and gave her a reassuring smile, and she giggled a little.

  “What is it, Mistress?” He asked, thrusting gently into her as Wyatt ran one hand down his spine.

  “You look as though you’re reassuring me, pet, when I should be calming you. I want him to fuck you.”

  Foster nodded, and his eyes rolled as Wyatt’s hand began to tease his backside. She could feel the other man between their parted legs, so she knew he was using the lube she’d already spread on Foster earlier to prepare him further.

  “I know, Ana. It’s okay. I want this.” She stared up into his hazy eyes—the color of the sky after a summer thunderstorm, and all she saw was contentment and desire. He really did seem to want this, and considering how infrequently he broke the rules during play to call her Ana, she felt better knowing that it was Foster the man and not just Foster the submissive speaking.

  “Wyatt?” she said, hearing her voice crack with emotion.

  “Yes, Mistress.” The other man’s face appeared in her line of vision, and he pressed a sweet kiss to Foster’s broad shoulder.

  “Don’t hurt my pet.” She swallowed hard, fighting back a wave of emotion and feeling her eyes burn with unshed tears. This moment was truly monumental. It was still possible that Foster and Wyatt would find more to love in each other at the end of this than in her. “I—I love him.”

  Foster’s head reared up with shock, but Wyatt just nodded in response. “I know, Ana. I love him too, believe it or not.”

  Before either of them could respond, Wyatt was pushing down on Foster’s shoulders so that he could press against his ass and claim his anal virginity once and for all.

  ~

  Foster’s mind was whirling. Ana had finally said the words he’d been desperate to hear for six long years, but she’d said them in the heat of the moment, and quite possibly out of fear.

  He didn’t have time to consider the magnitude of the situation because the next thing he knew Wyatt’s cock was pressing against his ass. It seemed enormous, and a shaft of fear shot through him. He really should have prepared more for this.

  It burned as Wyatt forced his way past his tight ring of muscles, and when the head finally popped through, Foster was tempted to beg for mercy. Ana was watching him, with concern in her green eyes. Her small hands held his face so that he couldn’t hide what he was experiencing from her, and he was helpless to tear his eyes away from her gaze. Together they accepted Wyatt, as he pushed into Foster’s body and it thrust his own cock deeper inside of her. Three became one and they all breathed a deep sigh of relief when Wyatt was balls deep in his ass.

  His body resisted the forward movement, but slowly—ever so slowly—as Wyatt began a steady retreat and thrust motion, pleasure began to crawl back through his system. It was then that he realized that he was so caught up in his own experience that he’d actually forgotten about his mistress underneath him. She was still patiently waiting, experiencing only the mild thrusting that resulted from Wyatt’s pressure on his backside. As stiff as he was, bracing himself for each thrust, it was a miracle she was getting anything from him.

  Forcing his muscles to relax, he rested more of his weight on her, and his cock sunk deep into her, making her eyelids flutter and her cheeks grow pink. It was his favorite look on her.

  With a sense of determination to ensure her pleasure as well as receive as much of his own as possible, he began to duplicate Wyatt’s thrusting motion. Making sure that with every forward push, Ana was included and together the three of them rode the roller coaster of passion to completion.

  Ana was the first to scream out her pleasure, raking her nails down Foster’s arms, as he grunted and collapsed onto her, his balls emptying deep into her pussy. Within a heartbeat Wyatt jerked over his back, releasing scalding hot cum deep into his bowels. The three of them lay there, muscles limp as noodles, but twitching sporadically, with only the sound of their panting filling the air, and Foster couldn’t stop the smile of satisfaction that spread over his face. They loved him.

  Chapter 11

  What do you do when the woman you’ve fallen for has a boyfriend? Well, you fuck him too of course. Wyatt laughed at his silent own joke as he extracted himself from Foster, and went into the bathroom to retrieve a wet cloth. It only took a few minutes for him to clean himself up and return to the bed.

  Foster lay draped half on and half off of Ana, with a ridiculous smile on his face, and Wyatt snorted. “If you would be so kind as to move your ass, I will clean up our Mistress.”

  Ana laughed from underneath him, “This is normal. He’ll be like this for another five minutes or so, and then he’ll stretch like a cat and crawl to a corner to promptly fall asleep.”

  Wyatt feigned horror at her description, “Surely you don’t fall asleep on her, Foster. How could you?”

  Foster rolled his eyes, and nipped at Ana’s shoulder, “She’s the one who exhausts me, so it’s her fault.”

  He rolled off her gingerly, and winced when he stood.
A flash of guilt shot through Wyatt, and he asked, “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  A crease appeared between Foster’s dark eyebrows, and Wyatt was momentarily distracted by the rumpled waves of his auburn hair curling over his forehead. When the other man pulled him into his arms, he went willingly, and accepted the hug and affectionate kiss. “I’m fine, but thank you for being concerned. No doubt I’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but for now, I just need a quick shower.”

  He waved off the wet cloth Wyatt tried to hand him; heading for the bathroom instead. Taking a seat on the bed next to Ana, Wyatt reached out and began to wipe her clean. She watched him hesitantly, “Did you mean it? This isn’t about one night of pleasure for you?”

  Their eyes met, and a mountain of emotion stood between them. “Yes. I never meant to hurt either of you before. I think I fell for you both that first night I saw you together, and it scared the hell out of me. The more I denied it out loud, the more I realized silently that I was lying, but by then I’d already hurt you both, and…I thought I’d lost my chance.”

  She swallowed and nodded, “You did. If you hadn’t groveled tonight, I’m not sure I’d have ever taken a chance and forgiven you.”

  “Sure you would,” Foster said reentering the room with a towel wrapped around his hips and an arrogant smile on his face. His tall frame was extremely sexy when he was feeling cocky, and Wyatt felt a need to push him to the floor and fuck the arrogance away. Forcing that urge back into himself, he focused on what they were saying. “You knew I wanted the bastard, and you’ve always done anything you could to make me happy. It’s one of the many reasons I love you Analise Gregory.”

  Her eyes filled with tears and her lips trembled, “Stop with that. You know I don’t do sappy emotions.”

  The fragrance of fresh soap and sex filled the room, and Wyatt shared a smile with Foster as they both crawled into bed with her, bracketing her lush body. “Is it so bad to admit that you’re in love?”

  She shook her head, “No, but the only other time I thought I was in love…well…let’s just say it didn’t end well.”

  “That wasn’t your fault, Ana.” Foster murmured softly, and Wyatt suddenly felt the gap of time in his relationship with them. There was so much he didn’t know about them; so much that they’d shared without him. How could he possibly become an equal in their relationship?

  Drawing on the hope that she meant what she said, he asked, “Will you tell me?” and then he held his breath.

  ~

  “Years ago when I first got into the lifestyle I met a Dominant who convinced me that I could be submissive. Instead of allowing me to choose to submit, he forced it on me. I mistook the abuse for love and it continued until my brother interfered. I told myself that it was my fault he treated me that way; that if I was just a better submissive, a stronger woman, a softer partner, perhaps he would ease off and love me back.” She stopped speaking, but her fingers were dancing in nervous patterns over the skin of Wyatt’s forearm where it lay across her stomach, and she was thankful he remained quiet. “I had no choices toward the end. He’d taken everything away from me, but I felt in my heart that it was my fault. I hated submitting to him, and once I was out of the relationship I realized that there was no way I would ever be able to submit to someone again. I had to feel in control at all times.”

  Foster kissed her temple, and shared a meaningful look with Wyatt across her. This was a serious secret for her, and it wasn’t easy for her to tell. She knew there was a streak of switch in Wyatt, so she truly wasn’t sure how he would take hearing that she could never submit to him in any way.

  After several minutes of silence, Wyatt said, “It takes a lot of strength to be able to remain in the lifestyle after being abused like that. You should be proud of yourself for rising above it all.”

  Tension melted from her body and she rose up to claim his mouth, pouring all of the emotion inside of her into the kiss. When they separated, she felt a tear track down her cheek. “Thank you.”

  “What for?” he said, frowning in confusion.

  “For understanding. For accepting.” She glanced at Foster, “For not giving up.”

  Wyatt’s lips curled up, “Giving up isn’t in my nature. I tend to be a little bit stubborn.”

  The heat behind his smile made her pussy clench and she returned the smile, “Hmm…stubborn huh? Well then I guess my sub and I will just have to teach you how to give in.”

  His eyes seemed to roll back in his head, and she heard Foster trying to cover a laugh, “Yes please, Mistress. I’m all yours.”

  “For tonight?” she asked.

  “Until you don’t want me anymore.”

  Foster responded before she could, “Welcome to our den of hedonism, brother.”

  They all laughed, and Wyatt rolled to his back, groaning when his ass hit the mattress. Ana reached for him, “Come here, and let me take care of that. Usually I would have done it right away. You’re going to have a bruise.”

  Wyatt grinned back at her, “Does it say Ana?”

  “Not quite,” she told him with a wink.

  “Next time then,” he said with a shrug before he rolled onto his stomach to let her apply the soothing cream she liked to use for aftercare.

  Foster watched Ana’s hand as it smoothed over Wyatt’s perfectly rounded butt. There was no explanation for the desire rising in him again. After two huge orgasms, he should be spent for the night, but he could feel the spark of interest in his balls.

  Ana caught his eye, and nodded giving him permission to join in Wyatt’s aftercare. His hand made contact with the taut flesh that was still pink with a few red stripes and one purplish bruise. He could have sworn lightning shot between his palm and Wyatt’s ass the contact was so hot.

  Pressing his fingers into the thick muscle, he massaged the cream into fiery skin, licking his lips as he spread Wyatt’s cheeks with each motion. Neither Wyatt nor Ana seemed to notice his heated fixation, and finally he had to ask for what he needed.

  “Mistress?” he murmured. When Ana looked up, she almost seemed to flinch at the intensity on his face. “I need…” he gestured to his cock which was once again standing at full attention.

  “Mmm…yes you certainly do.”

  With a grin, she adjusted her position, crouching on her knees so that she could take his cock into her mouth. Foster hissed out a breath as Wyatt took notice, and turned to watch the two of them. The big man’s hand slid down his wide torso to his thick cock, and he began to stroke himself as though he was watching his own private porn show.

  Throwing his head back, Foster enjoyed Ana’s mouth as she suckled, nipped, and teased him to the point of insanity. When her mouth suddenly paused, he popped his eyes open to find Wyatt smiling at him. Still stretched out on the bed, with one hand fondling his groin, his other hand was fingering her from behind.

  Foster couldn’t resist the opportunity, and he reached for Wyatt’s cock. Unable to take it in his mouth because of the angle, he satisfied himself with jacking him off. With broken concentration he worked to get Wyatt to the point of no return, and then slid his hand down to cup the heavy hanging balls between his legs. To his surprise, Wyatt lifted one leg, giving him more access, and he caught a glimpse of the other man’s anus beneath his balls.

  That’s what he needed. To fulfill the promise of this one night, they each needed to be fucked.

  “I want to fuck you.” The words fell from his lips before he could reconsider them, and both Ana and Wyatt froze in their sensual play.

  It was a pivotal moment. If Wyatt said no, where would they go from here? If he said yes, what did it mean for them? Foster was a sub. He’d never be a Dominant, and it was rare for him to even fall into the behavior of a switch, but in this moment, he needed to Top Wyatt.

  Ana looked over her shoulder at Wyatt, but thankfully she remained quiet this time. She just waited for him to make his own decision about what would happen next.

  Wyatt loo
ked away for a brief moment, but Foster still held his cock in his hand, and he could feel the interest in that thick appendage. When his face came back around, the heat in his eyes was like a blast furnace, and Foster almost shot his load into Ana’s face.

  “Yes. I want that too.” Wyatt said in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

  Foster didn’t second guess the decision; he just scrambled into a kneeling position, forcing Wyatt’s legs apart so that he would have room.

  “Wait!” Ana interrupted, grabbing his hand, and shoving the bottle of lube into it. “Just like you were, he’s a virgin, pet. He needs to be prepared or he’ll hate this and you’ll never get another crack at it.” She giggled at her own pun, and Foster rolled his eyes. “Let me help distract him.”

  With that, she turned back to the muscular man spread out on the bed, and climbed atop him. Her beautiful ass was on display as she sank over Wyatt’s cock. The sight was breathtaking. Wyatt’s balls contracted and his thighs tensed bringing his knees up on either side of Foster so that he could brace the woman riding him.

  It gave Foster unfettered access to his tight asshole, and he didn’t waste time lubing his fingers up and reaching for him. Wyatt’s body resisted, but Foster was determined to have this tonight. He’d welcomed him into his body not an hour ago, and in order for this to feel complete he needed to be inside of Wyatt while Wyatt was inside of Ana.

  When his finger was slipping easily in and out of the tight rings of muscle of Wyatt’s ass, he added a second finger, and then a third. Stretching and spreading them to make room, and ease Wyatt’s discomfort. It would be a tight fit. Foster’s cock was weeping for joy all over his thighs as he played and Ana bounced atop Wyatt’s hips.

 

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