Mercury, Karen - The Sublime Miss Paige (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  Willow continued Amadeo’s sentence. “It fills you, sucking that long, velvety cock.” She caressed the back of Steffen’s head, urging his face toward Amadeo’s crotch. “Use your tongue. Squiggle your tongue back and forth as you lean into him.”

  Amadeo’s fingers met Willow’s when he tried to direct Steffen’s head. Amadeo put some dominance into their talk. “You’ve wanted to taste a male member for so long, Steffen, haven’t you? Ever since those high school days when you knew I was drooling for you. Mr. Macho Quarterback with the perfect ass and chest, who didn’t want you back then?”

  Steffen paused, and looked up at Amadeo. Could it be this was the first time he had remembered seeing Amadeo in high school?

  But Steffen detached his mouth long enough to utter, “Amadeo Barbieri. You’re a crude ranch hand. But I know how to suck a cock like this.” He inhaled Amadeo’s long meat.

  Willow wasn’t immune to her boyfriend’s words either. Suddenly, she stood behind Steffen with a cat o’nine tails brandished in her hand. Does she know how to handle that? It took stamina, talent, and lots of practice to land the falls of the cat o’nine tails correctly. And it left marks. Only a couple of professional women at the Racquet Club knew how to flex and tease with all nine of the tails.

  Luckily, a much easier flogger was close at hand. Cesar Romero apparently came prepared for any such eventuality. Amadeo handed Willow the soft suede mop flogger. “This one’s easier to handle,” he explained. “It doesn’t hurt, but you can get a lot sexier with it.”

  Willow looked down at her boyfriend eagerly hoovering Amadeo’s meat. “Should I slow him down?”

  “I’ve never seen him without his shirt. Strip him.”

  “Neither have I. But I’ve been dying to.” Willow seductively did Amadeo’s bidding. Crouching behind Steffen, she plastered her ample tits to his back and slowly unbuttoned his work shirt. Her eyes flickered between watching his shoulder revealed and watching Amadeo watch. “So beautiful,” she breathed, revealing the other shoulder. Steffen had to let go of the cock for her to peel the cuff over his hand, but he kept eagerly sucking, putting his tongue into it.

  “That’s good, boy,” Amadeo said approvingly, lovingly rubbing the brushy hair. He was seriously afraid he’d come before Willow got to stripping Steffen’s pants and whipping his ass. Cesar had had the foresight to arrange many mirrors with elaborate gilt frames all about the room in aesthetic positions. Right now Willow’s wide, shapely ass was reflected for Amadeo’s pleasure as she ground her pussy against her boyfriend’s lovely rounded ass. “Slow down. You’re getting me too hot. Jack me, slowly. Willow has a surprise for you.”

  “You just can’t control yourself, can’t you?” Willow teased. Steffen’s belt must have been so heavy with the hundred keys he had jangling there, the jeans easily fell to his knees, and Willow slipped a hand beneath the tight briefs to lower them, too. Another mirror off to the side revealed the spring of the well-hung cock Amadeo had loved with his mouth the night before. Willow fisted Steffen’s juicy meat, and her words were anything but prim. “You like looking at this cowboy’s big penis, don’t you? You do know that Mommy’s going to have to punish you for that. You just can’t resist licking that cock, can you?”

  Steffen’s eyes were heavily lidded with lust. “No. I can’t resist. I want to suck him till he comes and drink every drop. How are you going to punish me?”

  “Your ass is mine. You know that, don’t you?” Amadeo wished it was his hand smoothing over the beautifully rounded slope of Steffen’s rump. The boy had game, that was for sure. He must’ve worked out quite often to have a build that cut, that defined. Amadeo’s horseback riding was most of his workout, and the nonstop fence-building, cattle driving, branding, roping, and castra—well, it was more pleasant to watch Willow smacking that delicious ass with the mop flogger. “Spread your knees. Spread ’em so Mommy can slap your balls, too.” Suspiciously expert, she gripped his meat while slapping his balls from behind. Amadeo knew the impact play of the mop flogger rarely hurt. It was always sexy to whip a fellow’s cock and balls, and Steffen winced appropriately.

  “Get his cock nice and purple, Mistress,” Amadeo ordered. “And don’t forget to lick my balls while Mommy is spanking you!”

  “Oh, God, yes,” Steffen moaned, taking a big mouthful of Amadeo’s testicle. Steffen hummed with delight, the sounds of satisfaction vibrating through Amadeo’s balls and down his dong.

  “Jack me, you slave!” Amadeo now ordered. “Spank that ass harder, Mistress Willow!”

  Between each whipping, Willow would rub her palm over the affected area. Instead of shriveling at the beating, Steffen’s prick stood out proudly, shiny and purple. It would jump every time Willow would spank it, and Steffen would flinch slightly, but it would increase the passion with which he suckled Amadeo’s balls or jacked his dick. Amadeo knew there was power in submission. Steffen could look like the most submissive bottom in the world while sucking Amadeo’s dick and having his balls slapped by a fully-clad lady, but Steffen really did control the situation. He could, of course, stop at any time and no one would prevent him. But his submission was massively turning Amadeo on, and it really seemed to be riling Willow as well. She gyrated her pubic mound against his gorgeous ass, pinched his nipples, and had the good fortune to run her palms across those well-developed pecs.

  Amadeo had an idea. “Satisfy him, Mistress. Get down below him on your shoulders and suck that big schlong you’ve been whipping. Look how hard and purple it is. You’ve got him so worked up he’ll flood your mouth in seconds.”

  Willow cooed, “I don’t think I can take this big cock in my mouth.”

  Amadeo agreed. “It’s not easy swallowing that big tool, but it’s fun trying. Make a daisy chain.”

  Steffen sucked on Amadeo’s bursting glans as though it were candy. When he tickled the slit with his tongue-tip Amadeo gasped, and had to push the man to back off. Steffen said, “A daisy chain would mean you were licking Willow’s pussy. That pussy’s mine, buddy.”

  “But we’re just doing this to please Willow. Right, Willow? Would you like me to lick your pretty little pussy?”

  Willow had already eagerly positioned herself beneath Steffen, the mop flogger tossed aside. His hanging ball sac swayed right in her face and already she had gripped his massive tool and was mouthing it. “I don’t want to offend my sweet Steffen.”

  “Damn straight,” said Steffen, looking down at Willow with what could only be called love. “No other guy gets his mouth near that pussy. Oh, good Lord!”

  Willow had swallowed as much of Steffen’s big prick as she could, hoovering up and down on the well-hung cock. When Steffen fucked her mouth, the sexy undulating sway of his lower back and ass drove Amadeo over the edge. “Eat me, you fucking slave!” Amadeo cried, because he knew he was already coming. He came so fast and copiously Steffen struggled to eat it all, but it was bad form to spit any out if you hoped to suck that person again. And Steffen apparently had been around the Racquet Club often enough—had his cock sucked by other ladies, no doubt—to know that as well. He gulped admirably, but Amadeo could feel some of it dribble from the corner of the cocksucker’s mouth. He felt for him, he really did, especially since Steffen was apparently now spewing his own load into his girlfriend’s mouth. She would have quite a job to keep up with that.

  When Amadeo’s spasms subsided and he stopped choking on his own cries, he reluctantly allowed Steffen to disengage and focus on his own orgasm. Amadeo sat back on the spanking bench where Willow had been getting herself off to watch Steffen flood her mouth with his jism. She couldn’t take it all—it looked as though some adorably came out her nose—and watching the fluid gyrations of Steffen’s hips and ass as he lewdly fucked her mouth had Amadeo wondering if he could, after all, get it up so soon again after coming.

  He had a new goal in life now. He wanted to fuck Steffen’s delicious ass.

  Chapter Seven

  What was that Steffen had
called her? “Sublime.” Willow felt sublime sucking his cock.

  Steffen carefully held his hips above her, angling his cock into her mouth just shy of choking her. He had obviously done this before, pinned a woman—or a man?—to the floor to fuck her mouth. He was a skilled operator. He must have sucked many cocks, too, in his time. She could watch in the mirror as he accepted Amadeo’s load, and he gulped every drop. It was ten times more erotic than her fuzzy remembering of the Daytona Beach college experience. Now she worried, though, as she pistoned his hefty meat in and out of her mouth. Just how experienced was Steffen in the world of butt pirates? She mentioned an obscure fantasy to him one day, and the next day they were acting it out—with a fellow Steffen had apparently known when he was a quarterback!

  Steffen’s bulging, velvety glans massaged her upper palate. She wasn’t choking at all, surprisingly for the size of his massive tool. But she wasn’t prepared for the sheer volume of his load. Willow had sucked Matt, of course, and a few men before him, naturally. And watching these two virile men fondling and making love to each other had made her so juicy she was wide open with lust. Someone could have slid a rococo bedpost inside of her and she wouldn’t have noticed, she was that hot and bothered.

  But the men were taunting her, teasing her with their own orgasms. Amadeo now leaned back on the spanking bench, arms crossed, displaying his absolutely stunning pecs, watching with amusement as Willow struggled to swallow Steffen’s load. His semen tasted surprisingly wonderful, as though he’d been eating fruit, sweet and fresh. But some trickled from the corners of her mouth and she couldn’t contain it all manfully, as Steffen had when eating Amadeo’s load as if it were nectar of the gods.

  Steffen’s entire body stiffened as he came, a thorough shudder running up and down his entire body. What a slut she was, and she loved it! Her sluttiest moment to date had been doing it with Matt in a gas station restroom—with the door locked. Matt had nothing on these two delicious, randy studs, one of whom was now pumping her throat full of his seed. She felt all-powerful and free, knowing she could drive not one but two men to such randy heights.

  “Whew.” Willow wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as Steffen collapsed back on his hands. Amadeo bounced off the spanking bench to put his hands under her arms and help her stand. All she had to do was smooth down her dress. She had worn the little black dress in the hopes it would impress Steffen. It seemed to have worked. “So,” she said, chipper, looking down at the sprawled, half-naked man. “Are you going to lift Mr. Barbieri’s stop work order?”

  Willow loved that crooked grin. “That would be corruption. If I lifted it for you, I’d have to lift it for every guy who sucks my dick.”

  “Right,” agreed Amadeo. “The way it is now, every permit applicant just sucks your cock for free.”

  The men laughed, but it raised an insecurity in Willow. Her husband had withdrawn from her and sought comfort in the arms of other women. She wanted Steffen. She would tolerate no fooling around from this man. She had to think of a casual way to phrase her question. “Seriously, Steffen. Do you do that often—fool around with men on the jobs?”

  “Yeah,” agreed Amadeo. “I had the same question. You just showed absolutely no resistance when I popped your cock into my mouth. You’d obviously done it before.”

  “You’re a fine one to talk.” Steffen didn’t even bother stuffing his big prick back into his jeans. Even flaccid, the enormous appendage lay across his hip, pulsing with a life of its own. “Mr. Racquet Club. But to answer your question, Willow, no. When Amadeo, ah, propositioned me yesterday, my response was to punch him. Then I thought of your fantasy. I thought I’d do anything to make it come true. You’re a sublime beauty, Willow. I don’t know why you’re alone—it’s none of my business—but it seems a shame.”

  “Amen to that, bro,” said Amadeo.

  “Having to date guys who bring their own jet packs and flasks of booze on dates with women.”

  “What?” scoffed Amadeo.

  Steffen continued, “You deserve better than that. Hell, you deserve me. Which is why I was willing to give it a shot with this cowboy.”

  “Such a sacrifice,” Willow acknowledged. “Well, look at him, Steffen! He’s banging hot. Do you run into a lot of hunks like this in your inspection business?”

  “Not many,” Steffen admitted, finally getting to his feet and arranging his cock and balls. “I just now realized I knew this one from Twelve Palms High School.”

  “He was a jock, too? He said you were the quarterback.” She hated feeling shallow, but frankly, it thrilled Willow knowing she’d just sucked a quarterback’s cock. She had been a dumpy mathlete in her Florida high school. She had only blossomed in her early twenties when she’d finally lost a bit of weight, grown tits, and gotten work as a secretary at a door company. Matt used to hang doors before he got into the house flipping business with his dad.

  Steffen said, “No, if I recall correctly, Amadeo, you sort of hung around with the stoner crowd, didn’t you?”

  “That was me,” Amadeo said proudly. “Played a Les Paul in that famous garage band, The Unbearable Rightness of Swing.”

  “He wasn’t nearly this buff,” Steffen told Willow. “He sort of slouched around with long greasy hair, thinking he was so cool.”

  “Weren’t we?” Amadeo protested. “I mean, come now. Those plaid, tattered shirts were the epitome of cool, listening to Soundgarden and Nine Inch Nails. My father didn’t think so, but…”

  While amusing, none of this answered Willow’s question. She faced Steffen squarely, head on. “So tell me. Do you consider yourself bisexual? Have you had boyfriends in the past?”

  Amadeo chuckled. “You make it sound as though it’s a disgusting crime. For what it’s worth, I’ve been playing with boys and girls my entire life. I’m equal opportunity.”

  Willow felt ashamed. Amadeo was right. She had made it sound low and undesirable. “What I mean to say is, there’s nothing wrong with it. You just seem like such a natural with Amadeo.”

  Steffen chuckled, too. He seemed proud of his performance. “I’m a complete and utter noob, Willow. Never even kissed another man. We don’t have to repeat it again if you’ve got your kink out of your system.”

  “Hey,” protested Amadeo.

  Willow put soothing palms on Steffen’s chest. “No, no, not at all. I doubt that specific kink will ever be out of my system, Steffen. You and Amadeo make a compatible couple, I think. And somehow I don’t think you were faking that passion and eagerness for his cock, Steffen.”

  Steffen reddened and looked aside, still grinning. “It was…nice. Different. I’m not going to be close-minded and say I didn’t like it.”

  “Hey, check this out,” said Amadeo. From a matching nightstand next to the elaborate rococo bed he had taken a silk-inlaid box. Willow went to peek around his arm. In the box were two gold-plated balls, about one inch in diameter.

  “So? What are they?”

  Steffen peeked around Amadeo’s shoulder too. “What else has ole Cesar Romero been up to?”

  Willow reminded him, “We don’t really know this was Cesar Romero’s room. I just picked a name out of a hat. For all we know, this room could have been Norman Fell’s.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Amadeo snorted. “Well, then ole Norman Fell forgot to take his Ben Wa balls when they abandoned this motel.”

  “Or Swifty Lazar,” said Steffen, taking the box. “Or Neutra, or Cody, or Lautner.”

  Willow knew he recited the names of some architects he revered. “What do the balls do?”

  Amadeo explained, “You insert them inside a woman, and she walks around all day with them. Supposed to tone the muscles, sort of like doing kegel exercises.”

  “Well!” said Willow, pretending to be insulted. “I hardly need kegel exercises. I’ve never even had a child—” She stopped suddenly and looked at both men. She mentally begged them to change the subject.

  Steffen seemed to pick up on her plea. He s
hook the box with the balls. “Hm. These don’t contain chimes. You could easily walk around with them in—shall we try?”

  His look was so devilish, how could she say no? “So it just increases my muscle strength, because I have to concentrate on keeping them in?”

  Amadeo said, “And rolling them around. Allegedly it’s a subtle turn-on. Here, let me wash them. Do you have running water?”

  “Yes, Cesar’s sink should work.”

  “There’s even some bar soap in here,” Amadeo called. “Looks like it could be about forty years old, for sure.”

  “Whatever works,” Steffen called back. With shining eyes, already he had bent at the knees to hitch his thumbs under the shred of fabric that was Willow’s panties.

  It was the ultimate in forbidden, locking gazes with the studly inspector who was sliding her panties from her. She stepped out of them—luckily he dropped them on the new carpet without seeming to notice that they were absolutely soaked with her juices.

  But he didn’t stop there. He drew her to him, sliding one hot palm up the slope of her ass, around the curve of it, cupping it. Now her ass and thunder thighs were bared to several of the damning mirrors. She squirmed uncomfortably, but she knew this moment would come sooner or later. She just had to hope Steffen wasn’t an aficionado of the “Low-Fat Delights” other women had to offer.

  “Lovely, just lovely,” Steffen whispered.

  Amadeo was coming out of the bathroom. “Okay, these washed up just fine, look like they’ve never been—whoa. Nice view.” He seemed to admire Willow’s bare ass, which oddly made her even more self-aware. “I presume it’s your turn to insert these balls.”

  “I’m doing all of the ball-inserting around here,” said Steffen. He didn’t take his eyes off Willow to hold a hand out to accept the balls.

  Amadeo put his hands on his hops. “Now, how’s this going to work, may I ask? You’re the only one who gets to pet her pussy. You’re the only one who gets to insert any balls. What do I get to do?”