by Tyler, Paige
She reached up with her other hand to pry his fingers loose, which only got that one captured, too.
So, there she was, pinned to the bed while one hunky cowboy feasted on her nipples, and the other one ate her pussy.
Could anyone really expect her to hold back after that?
She clenched her teeth, stomach muscles and just about every other part of her anatomy—anything to keep the bottled lightening that was her climax from slipping out.
The sensation of two long, wiggling fingers sliding in her pussy to tease her inner walls was her undoing.
She shrieked as she fell off that really big-ass horse called orgasm. And she never hit the ground. Instead, she just kept going and going—moaning, bucking, cussing and coming so hard she thought she was going to explode.
Having her hands pinned down turned out to be a first class mind-bender. It almost felt as if she couldn't escape her own orgasm. It ravaged her like a living thing, making her come harder and longer than she ever had.
She didn't even realize the ride was over until she got her wits back together and discovered she was lying on the bed gasping for breath, a hot cowboy on either side of her. Once her vision uncrossed, she noticed both men were wearing the biggest cat-who-ate-the-canary smiles she'd ever seen.
“Pleased with yourselves?” She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Well, you should be because that was amazing. I can't imagine ever coming that hard again.”
Beau’s mouth edged up. “I think it's time we work on that imagination of yours because we're going to have you coming like that all night.”
Daisy wasn't sure she'd survive too many more orgasms like the one she'd just had. But it sure as hell was going to be fun finding out.
Beau took her hand and pulled her to her feet, eyes smoldering. Her pulse skipped a beat. She knew exactly where he was leading her, and she didn't resist at all. Not even when he sat on the edge of the bed and guided her over his lap. She might have been a bit leery of a spanking when he’d described it earlier. But after all the pampering they'd shown her thus far, she was nothing but curious now. They sure hadn't done anything but please her up to this point, so there was no reason they weren't about to do more of the same.
The position she was in put her upper body on one side of his lap and her legs on the other, with her ass high up in the air. She folded her arms under her head and wiggled around a bit more, getting situated exactly right.
This was sort of nice, cozy even. It certainly didn't hurt that she could feel his thick, hard cock pressing up against her left hip. It almost made her feel bad he and Sawyer were spending all this time pleasuring her. She promised herself she'd make it up to them.
Beau ran his hand across her lower back, then over her ass, and down her legs. It wasn’t really a massage, just a light rubbing. Regardless, it felt dang good.
Sawyer sat on the edge of the bed a foot or so away from her folded arms. She tilted her head and smiled up at him. His face was still glistening with her juices. Why the hell was that such a turn on?
“You two really like to watch each other work, don't you?”
He smiled. “Trust me, it's not Beau I'll be watching—it's you. It's fun to watch a woman who knows how to let go and really enjoy herself. Not many women can.”
She didn’t know about other women, but she supposed he was right about her. She’d never been the kind of girl who held back in bed.
As she turned back to lay her cheek on her forearms, she caught sight of Sawyer's erection. Dang, it was actually pulsing there in his lap it was so hard.
She would have reached out and wrapped her hand it, but something told her he wouldn't let her. He’d probably pin her arms down like Beau had and tell her to be good and enjoy her spanking.
That didn’t stop her from taking another quick peek out of the corner of her eye. There was a pearl of pre-cum beaded up right at the tip of Sawyer's cock. She found herself licking her lips in a frustrated need to taste the little offering.
She quickly looked away and closed her eyes before she could give into the urge. She supposed she could be good and control herself just a little longer. But it was only because she knew she would soon be tasting that cock.
Beau's hand came to a stop on her lower back and he applied just a bit more pressure. She remembered what he said about having to hold her steady because she was going to wiggle around during the spanking. She suddenly hoped she didn't disappoint him.
“Are you ready, Daisy?” he asked softly.
The words sent a shiver through her that had her pussy trembling all over again.
She didn't move, or look back him. She just answered honestly. “Yes, I'm ready.”
Beau gave no other warning than that. He didn't tighten up, take a breath or anything. He just swung his hand and smacked her right ass cheek.
It seemed to echo in the room. She tensed, expecting to feel an immediate sting but it never came. Instead, she felt a gentle warmth spreading from the place Beau's hand had landed. It wasn't that bad at all. Heck, she'd had harder smacks on the ass while riding a horse.
She was still trying to compare the first spank to something she was familiar with, when the second one fell on the other cheek. The same pleasant heat accompanied it. She sighed as Beau started a slow, steady rhythm—one cheek, then the other, back and forth like a metronome. Dang if he hadn't been right. This was nice.
But then, just as she really started getting into it—anticipating each perfectly timed smack—he stopped.
She turned her head to voice her complaint, but could only moan as Beau squeezed her ass.
“Oh God, that's nice,” she whispered.
“You didn't think I'd forgotten about that massage did you?” he asked as he caressed her cheeks.
“Actually, I kind of forgot myself,” she managed in between the moans. God, he had good hands. “Having an orgasm can make a girl forget things. But I'm glad you remembered. I wouldn't want to feel like I was missing out on anything.”
Sawyer chuckled. “Don’t worry about that. You're getting the full package.”
Daisy wanted to ask how the two of them had come up with this full package, but right now, she couldn’t concentrate on anything except what Beau was doing. He alternated between deep, firm pressure and light caresses, his fingers working just about every square inch of her ass. He even massaged the tops of her thighs. But as much as she would have liked it, he seemed to purposely be ignoring the cleft between her cheeks. And he didn't show her pussy any love at all. He was such a tease.
He gave her no warning before spanking her again. One second he was squeezing her ass, the next he was popping her another good one. This smack felt a tad harder than the first ones. Not really stingy, but heavier nonetheless.
Beau went right into the same back and forth rhythm as before, using the hand on her back to gently rock her back and forth on his lap. He was spanking her harder now—she could feel her butt actually start to tingle. Before she knew it, that tingle turned into a sting. And dang if Beau hadn't been right again. The sensation was pleasant. In fact, it was more than pleasant—it felt unbelievably good.
There was something else Beau had been right about, too. She was gushing wet. She could feel her pussy lips sliding back and forth against each other as he moved from side to side. Her clit had perked back up after her oral-induced orgasm, too. She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together in time with the movements, trying to get a little friction on her nub.
Her wiggling made her hip buck up against Beau’s shaft over and over. That felt good, too, but not nearly as good as when she a little dribble of pre-cum landed on her ass cheek. He was as turned on as she was.
As if he somehow knew she was onto him—and didn't like it one bit—his hand began to fall noticeably harder. The tingle-slash-sting turned into a serious burn.
And it felt freaking great.
She laughed out loud, or maybe moaned—she wasn't sure which. She would never have thought in a mi
llion years that she’d get this turned on from having her ass spanked.
As if on cue, Beau hit the brakes again. Daisy growled her disapproval.
When he started that firm ass massaging again, all was forgiven. The electric shocks his touch provoked were so intense she felt it down to her toes. More importantly, she felt it between her legs.
That wasn't the only thing that ended up down there, either.
Beau's fingers snaked between her thighs to glide across her folds. She buried her face in her arms and whimpered.
“Did you know that your pussy is soaking wet?” he asked.
She couldn't answer because coherent words couldn't find their way out. It wasn’t her fault. What woman could talk rationally when a man pushed two fingers in her pussy?
Beau didn't seem to mind her non-response. He only slid his fingers in deeper and pumped them in and out.
“I tend to remember telling you that you'd be dripping wet after I spanked you.”
He eased up his slow finger fuck longer enough to let her mumble an answer. “Yes, you did.”
“If I wasn't so interested in making you feel good, I might be tempted to say I told you so. But I'll be the bigger person here.”
She let out a husky moan. “You can be anything you want as long as you keep moving those fingers.”
She was so hot she couldn't help humping up and down on those fingers of his. She might just be able to come again if he kept doing what he was doing.
But he didn't. Instead, Beau slid his two fingers out with a wet, needy sound and trailed them up the crack of her ass.
Daisy thought he might play with her anus some—he had basically promised, hadn't he? She pushed her ass out, making the offer pretty blatant. But after a quick teasing circle around her sensitive asshole with the tip of a single finger, Beau went back to spanking her.
Even though the smacks were much harder now, Daisy didn't really feel them too much. What she really felt was the absence of those fingers in her pussy. Even her anus was clenching in desperate need to feel them.
She couldn't take it anymore. Lifting her head, she turned to stab her ass-obsessed cowboy with what she hoped was a firm and determined look.
“Okay. I admit that I'm loving your spanking more than I ever dreamed, but don't you think it’s time you get back to my pussy? If I get any more excited, I'm going to catch on fire.”
He ignored her, laying into her bottom with a dozen firm swats. Okay, she felt those. But she didn't turn back around. She was serious, dang him. She was getting so turned on, it was getting uncomfortable. She was on the edge of some flat-out begging here.
“Beau? I promise if you slide those fingers back where they were, I'll make it up to you.”
When Beau stopped mid-spank, she thought he was going to give in, but instead he looked at Sawyer.
“I think Daisy could use a little something to keep her mouth busy while I'm working back here. She seems bound and determined to rush the experience. Can you help a partner out?”
Daisy turned back around to see Sawyer get to his feet. Positioning his left foot on the floor, he rested his right knee on the bed—which put his very hard cock right in front of her face.
He gave her a roguish grin. “I don't have anything little to keep her mouth busy, but I definitely have something that will do the job.”
She was so distracted by the innuendo of Sawyer's words—not to mention the firm spanking Beau was giving her—she didn't have time for a snappy comeback before Sawyer slipped his cock in her mouth.
Her reaction was immediate and completely instinctive. She lifted up on one elbow to support herself, then wrapped her other hand around Sawyer's thick shaft to pull him closer. She sucked hard, her tongue twirling rapidly around the head of that beautiful cock.
After waiting for so long to taste one of her cowboy studs, now that she finally had him in her mouth, she was in heaven.
She knew it was probably all in her head, but Sawyer's pre-cum tasted sweet—like chocolate cake. She took him even deeper, then slid back up, milking his shaft with her hand as she did. That earned her both a groan of appreciation and another spurt of pre-cum.
She was enjoying blowing Sawyer so much she almost forgot she was getting a spanking, too. But when she turned her mind in that direction as she idly flicked the tip of Sawyer's cock with her tongue, she realized Beau was really tanning her ass good at the moment—and it wasn't bad at all. Sure, her ass was on fire, but in a good way. It was like when you took a bite of really hot, spicy chili. It burned your mouth, but you couldn't wait to take another bite.
Beau's spanking was exactly like that. Every smack burned like sin, but she found herself still lifting her ass in desperate hunger to more.
Then he stopped again.
She would have screamed in frustration, but there was something in her mouth. And even cowgirls knew they weren't supposed to talk with their mouth full.
Beau slid one hand between her legs to toy with her pussy again while the other went back to that devastating ass massage she was quickly becoming addicted to. After a few rapid passes up and down the folds of her pussy to lube up his fingers, he slipped two sneaky digits deep inside her. Even though she knew it was coming, it was hard not to be shocked at how good it felt when those fingers started wiggling. Beau was one of those rare men who seemed to instinctively know where a woman needed to be touched.
Beau's finger fucking was a tad distracting, a fact Sawyer probably couldn’t help but notice. It wasn’t her fault. Even the world's best multi-tasker would have had a hard time focusing on giving a champion blowjob at the same time her pussy was being fingered and her ass squeezed.
Sawyer quickly took care of the problem by gently knocking away the hand that had been lazily pumping his shaft, and weaving his fingers into the hair on both sides of her head. Getting a firm grip, he pumped into her mouth. She wasn't normally the kind of woman to take a passive role in when it came to blowjobs, but in this case, she was okay with Sawyer taking the reins. It allowed her to dedicate the proper attention to the sensations that were building between her legs, while still pleasuring Sawyer. If the growls he spit out as he causally fucked her throat were any indication, he was definitely enjoying her suddenly submissive role. She had to admit she was pretty dang happy with it herself. Getting a thick cock thrust down her throat while her head was head captive? Pretty freaking intense. Kinky, for sure, but definitely enjoyable. And getting two fingers stuffed up her pussy at the same time? Wow.
She was getting seriously turned on by the raw, wanton things these two hot cowboys were doing to her—which was pretty much anything they wanted.
While Sawyer fucked her mouth, Beau thrust his two fingers in and out of her pussy with perfect rhythm, tapping her G-spot every time. He must have decided her cheeks had been suitably massaged because he stopped and slid that hand down between her legs, too.
She tensed a little. Whoa, she hoped he didn't think she had room for extra fingers in there. But he only ran a single finger around her pussy a few times, then up the crack of her ass to circle her anus with it. He didn't slide in, but just used his now very wet finger to make rapid, little circles around the sensitive opening.
Daisy groaned around Sawyer's cock. If her eyes had been open, they probably would have rolled back in her head. Happy honking horse balls, that felt unreal.
“I think she likes that,” Sawyer commented.
Beau eased the tip of his finger in her ass and made slow, stirring motions. Daisy involuntarily pushed back against that amazing probing digit.
“I think you're right,” he said to Sawyer. “What do you say, Daisy? Do you like my finger in your ass?”
She had no idea how he expected her to answer that question since saying anything with Sawyer's cock this deep in her throat was a physical impossibility. However, Sawyer was sweet enough to slide his cock out for her. She'd been drooling over that hunk of love muscle so much her lips were covered in saliva.
Sawyer must have decided that was answer enough because he placed the head of his shaft against her lips. She got the message and hungrily opened her mouth. Sawyer slid in deep and held himself there.
Beau got the message, too. He pushed that glorious finger of his deeper in her ass even as he continued to thrust his other finger into her pussy. The dual sensation—not to mention the incredible burning tingle running over both ass cheeks—started her down that path to orgasm.
Praying Beau wouldn't stop what he was doing for another round of spanking—she couldn't take any more teasing—Daisy bucked and wiggled like a mad woman.
“Her pussy and her ass are both squeezing my fingers,” Beau said conversationally. “I think she's going to come soon.”
“Think I should stop what I'm doing?” Sawyer asked. “I wouldn't want to distract her.”
That Sawyer was asking Beau what he should do instead of her was hilarious. She wasn't going to let either man decide what they should do—that was her prerogative. And there was no way she wanted Sawyer's cock anywhere other than where it was right at that second, especially while she was climaxing. Coming while having a big cock stuffed in her mouth sounded like a little slice of heaven to her, particularly if she could make him to come at the same time.
She reached out and grabbed a handful of Sawyer’s muscular ass, yanking him in tighter. Now that should clearly signify her desire.
Sawyer chuckled. “Okay, guess she wants me in her throat when she comes. Let's grant her wish, Beau.”
“Sure thing, partner.”
Beau slid that lone finger at least another two inches deeper in her ass, until it felt as if it couldn't possibly go any more. Then he gyrated it in counterpoint to the two fingers flexing in her pussy. Daisy whimpered. Oh yeah, just like that. Just another minute of that. She ground against those three fingers, grunting in time with her movements.
Heedless of her approaching climax—or maybe because he knew it would only make things better—Sawyer thrust more forcefully into her mouth. She couldn't swallow all of him—she was a barrel rider in the rodeo, not a sword swallower in the circus—but he seemed determined to find out exactly how much she could take.