“For Christ’s sake, Marc, don’t stop her! This is fucking good head I’m getting.”
“I’m not going to stop her, but I am going to smack her ass.” Marc picked up the leather paddle from the chair and then leaned close to Patricia’s ear. She had Lenny’s cock in her mouth when he whispered, “When the paddle connects, you keep sucking, Cosette. This is our guest. It would be damn rude to bite him.”
Lenny grunted, and then muttered, “She’d better not fucking bite me, if she knows what’s good for her.”
“I would take to heart what the man says, Cosette. You don’t want to make him angry. I’ve seen what he can do when he’s angry, and it isn’t pretty.”
Patricia knew Marc would not let Lenny hurt her, but she also understood the not-so-veiled threat in what he said. She had set herself up for a rougher night than she had anticipated. The only way out now would be to call red and end it.
Lenny had a thick cock, thicker than Marc’s. It filled her mouth like a fat sausage she had eaten at the San Gennaro festival in Little Italy. She wondered if she could be losing it, unable to control the images floating through her mind. The picture of sucking that Italian sausage out of the hero sandwich would not go away.
The flat leather surface of the paddle connected with her ass. Marc did not hold back. He really whacked her. Forcing herself to stay relaxed, she kept licking and sucking Lenny’s prick. She thought to curl her lips over her teeth, to keep from scraping him. The paddle connected again. The intense sting caused her to lurch forward. She regained her balance by leaning on Lenny’s lap.
He reached down and fondled her breast. Marc whacked her again just as Lenny pinched her nipple. She moaned, and spit leaked out the corners of her mouth. She could taste Lenny’s pre-cum, and hoped this lumberjack of a man would finish soon. She didn’t know how long she could hold out, and shuddered to think of the consequences if she didn’t.
When Marc smacked her a fourth time, something changed. The endorphins must have kicked in, because she stopped thinking. The sensation traveled through her body and filled her mind. She moaned again. Lenny’s cock slipped from her mouth. She rubbed it against her face and licked it, like a dog relishing a bone.
“Oh, yeah, mama, you like dick. Do me some more. I want to come in that pretty mouth.” Lenny stuffed his prick back in her mouth, and she obediently sucked. Marc continued to paddle her, each smack of leather against flesh taking her higher. Suddenly Lenny grunted and raised his ass off the chair. “Fuck yes, swallow it, bitch, swallow all of it.” With one last crack of the paddle to punctuate the moment, Patricia swallowed Lenny’s cum.
Lenny pulled his cock out of her mouth. Feeling dazed, she laid her head on his lap.
“Here, Cosette, sip this.” Marc handed her his tumbler of Jack Daniel’s. She lifted her head and took the glass.
“Marc, hand me a napkin. I need to clean up.” Marc gave Lenny a napkin. He wiped himself off, and then tucked his business back into his jeans and zipped up.
Patricia still leaned against Lenny’s knees. The whiskey burned her throat, but it did revive her. When she looked up at Marc, she saw him studying her. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and fix your lipstick? It’s smeared on your face again. When you come back, you can tell us if you’re still green.”
She wobbled a bit when she stood, and Marc caught her arm. “Take the drink with you. When you come back, we’ll have some food.”
Her legs felt numb from kneeling so long. Pins and needles jabbed her feet as the nerves woke up. With as much dignity as she could manage in her disheveled state, she went to the bathroom and closed the door.
Taking a few minutes to collect herself before looking in the mirror, Patricia considered the implications of continuing. If she stayed, it promised to be a challenging evening, and surely there would be rougher sex ahead. She knew Lenny had the ropes and blindfold in the bag he gave to Marc.
She took a washcloth and wet it with cold water. Her ass burned like hell. Putting a cold cloth on it helped. After using the toilet, she also washed herself, realizing her thighs were sticky with her juice. When she rubbed her clit with the washcloth, she had a nearly overwhelming urge to bring herself off. Marc hadn’t said not to, so she would still be playing by the rules.
But she decided against it. If she had an orgasm, she wanted them to give it to her. She had been rubbing herself off for months. Tonight, she didn’t have to manage it alone. In fact, she didn’t have to manage anything. They would do it for her. In that moment, she decided she wanted to stay, and she wanted whatever they would do to her.
She washed her face with cold water and fixed her makeup. There were two glasses with whiskey sitting on the sink, the one she hadn’t finished earlier and the one Marc just gave to her. Combining them, she swallowed what was left in one gulp, washing away the last traces of Lenny’s semen in her mouth. She chuckled, hoping the alcohol would also kill any germs he left behind. Still smiling, she opened the bathroom door.
Walking past the men sitting at the table, she went to the cupboard and refilled Marc’s glass. She brought it, along with the bottle and two more glasses, back to the table. After giving Marc his glass, she poured some for Lenny and for herself. When she gave Lenny his glass, their eyes met for a moment, and he winked at her. Without really understanding how, she seemed to have won his respect.
“Do I get some food now?”
Marc smiled. “Help yourself.”
She loaded up a plate with even more food than she had given the men, and also helped herself to the container of French onion soup, which no one had touched. Before sitting down, she walked around the table and stood in front of Lenny. Pointing to the pâté Lenny had spread for her, she asked, “Do I get that now?”
“I expect you do.”
Knowing full well Marc could see her ass and pussy and that Lenny could see her tits, she bent over and waited for Lenny to feed it to her.
Lenny held the bread up to her mouth and she took a bite. She chewed and swallowed without standing, and then opened her mouth for more. When Lenny held up the rest of the bread, Patricia closed her mouth around it, as well as the tips of his fingers, licking his hand as she took the pâté.
After finishing her prize, she went back to her chair and sat down, the cool wood soothing her still-warm ass. Marc had said nothing since she returned to the table. Patricia glanced at him, and saw him obviously grinding his teeth. Figuring he might be jealous of the attention she had given Lenny, she couldn’t resist chiding him. “You asked me to let you know if I’m still green. I am. Are you?”
“My dear, I won’t be the one to stop the scene. What about you, Lenny?”
“Hell, no! Not with this hot lady for dessert!” Pointing to her container of onion soup, he added, “Cosette, could I have some of that?”
“But of course, monsieur.” She handed him the container and a spoon. If flirting with Lenny made Marc jealous, she might have found his Achilles’ heel. Watching Lenny fuck her might just push Marc more than he expected.
Both Patricia and Lenny ate ravenously. With some food in her stomach, Patricia felt much steadier and able to cope with whatever they threw at her. She noticed Marc only picked at his food, but continued to drink the Jack Daniel’s. Not wanting him to get falling-down drunk, she interceded.
“Monsieur, is the food not satisfactory?”
“It’s fine.”
“Ah, but it must be bad. You have not eaten enough to keep a bird alive.” Remembering the yogurt commercial that had inspired this evening, she slid out of her chair and sat down on Marc’s lap. “Let me taste.” She took a fork full of food from Marc’s plate and ate it. “It is delicious! Perhaps Cosette will help you eat?”
Patricia shoved a fork full of food into Marc’s mouth. He had no choice but to chew. “Monsieur Lenny, will you spread some pâté on the bread for me?”
“You got it, doll.” Lenny slathered pâté on a chunk of bread and handed it to her.
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p; It didn’t matter that Patricia had a terrible French accent; she enjoyed being Cosette, the saucy French maid. She held the bread up for Marc, and he bit into it. “You see, I knew you would eat for Cosette. Maybe you will reward me and tickle my pussy?”
Marc nearly choked on the bread, and quickly swallowed what he had left in his mouth. Lenny offered his two cents. “Hey, man, if she wants her pussy tickled, do it. And pull down the front of her dress so we can see her tits. It’ll get us warmed up for dessert.”
Patricia kept feeding Marc while he tugged her dress and bra down. The elastic snapped back under her breasts, supporting them and pushing them up. Being preoccupied with her tits, Marc hardly noticed she continued to stuff forksful of food into his mouth.
He ate what she fed him, the tumbler of Jack Daniel’s forgotten on the table. By the time he reached under her skirt, he had eaten most of what he had on his plate. When his middle finger found her clit, she squirmed on his lap. “Monsieur has a big appetite tonight. What else can Cosette do to make him happy?”
“Lenny, what can she do to make us happy?”
“She can clear the table.” Lenny got up and found the shopping bag he had given to Marc. He took out the ropes and blindfold, as well as a vibrating dildo and a butt plug she recognized from his club. “Sweetheart, like I said, you’re dessert.”
Remembering her dream, she knew what to expect. Unless Marc deviated from the notes in her file at the last minute, she understood why Lenny told her to clear the table. Patricia quietly said to Marc, “This is it, isn’t it?”
“Yes, unless you want out.”
“I don’t.”
“Then clear the table, Cosette.”
After she closed all the containers, she packed everything into the refrigerator. Marc and Lenny methodically tied lengths of rope to the table legs. Once she had wiped the table clean, they were ready for her. All thoughts of making Marc jealous by flirting with Lenny disappeared when Marc picked up the pillow and put it on the table.
“Bend over the table. Use the pillow to cushion your stomach, so the wood doesn’t cut you.”
Lenny startled her when he reached around and cupped her breast in his hand. “Make sure you’re comfortable, pretty lady. You won’t be getting up for a while. Marc, you said you have nipple clamps?”
“They’re in my pocket.” He gave the clamps to Lenny and then took off his coat. “I think I’d better turn up the air. It’s fucking hot in here.”
“You can say that again. And she’s doing it!” Lenny circled around and stood in front of Patricia. “Pull your dress down to your waist and take off the bra.”
Lenny’s demeanor had changed. He seemed more ominous, even dangerous. For the first time that night, Patricia felt scared. As she undressed, she glanced at Marc for reassurance. He offered none. It really hit home that Marc intended to turn her over to Lenny. She almost called red.
Her mind racing, she stood still while Lenny put the nipple clamps on. She had agreed to no yellow calls, which meant she had to endure what happened or stop. Lenny tightened the clamps until she winced. He gave each screw another turn before he stopped.
“Now, bend over the table.” Patricia bent over, adjusting the pillow to protect her stomach. Then she waited.
She felt Marc’s hand on her foot, pulling her leg to the side. He looped the rope around her ankle a couple of times and then tied the end to the table leg. He did the same thing to the other leg.
Lenny stretched her arms straight out in front of her, as far as they would reach on the table. He secured her wrists with pieces of rope attached to the table legs at the other end, making sure to allow enough slack to reach under and fondle her breasts. When they finished, she lay bent over the table, spread-eagled, tied hand and foot. Except for the addition of the pillow, it exactly matched the image in her dream.
The blindfold was superfluous. She couldn’t see anything but the surface of the table. But Marc still put it on her. The cessation of light did make a difference. She was bound and blind and the sense of helplessness enveloped her. Rather than causing panic, somehow it calmed her. She had no control over what happened now, no decisions to make. She had to endure whatever happened; they had left her only one option.
She felt a hand sliding up her leg, an anonymous hand, as she had no way of knowing if it was Lenny or Marc. Unless one of them spoke, she wouldn’t know which one did what.
Then Lenny did say something. “Marc, in the bottom of that bag there is some lube. Get it for me.”
Patricia heard paper rustling. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s a ball gag. I brought it just in case.”
“I don’t want to gag her.”
“We won’t have to if she is quiet. With her mouth, that one’s up for grabs.” The edge in Lenny’s voice both frightened and excited her.
She heard a squirting noise. Marc must have given Lenny the lube. “Ever had a butt plug, sweetheart? This one’s a beauty. Too damn bad you can’t see it.”
Patricia felt something hard at her anus. With no thought given to gentleness, Lenny shoved a cone-shaped object into her rectum. She squealed, more in surprise than in pain. “Ever had her up the ass, Marc?”
“Are you kidding? Until this week, I haven’t fucked her in months! Before that, she spent more time at her office than she did with me.”
“Well, buddy, tonight’s your chance. This plug will stretch her. Once I fuck her pussy, you might want her ass.”
“I’ll consider it. What do you say, Cosette?”
“Fuck you!”
“Better watch that, sweetheart. My main man Lenny knows his way around a ball gag. I have to admit, there have been times I could have used one with you.”
“No shit!” Lenny twisted the plug, and it went deeper into her rectum. “What does she do, anyway?”
“She’s an investment analyst, and she’s good! That’s how I can afford to pay for half the French restaurant you brought for dinner tonight.”
“Why do they call her Ms. Piranha?”
“Her staircase to the top is littered with the carcasses of men she’s eaten alive to get there.”
“Is that so! Well, Ms. Piranha, you are Cosette tonight. And you belong to me!”
“Fuck you, too.”
“Sweetheart, my prick will be in your pussy later. Right now, I’m using this.”
Patricia heard buzzing, and knew Lenny had turned on the vibrator. “Shit, man, that damn thing is bigger than either of us!” Marc’s comment made her squirm.
“And she’ll love it. Just watch.” Lenny started to insert the vibrating dildo. The butt plug almost came out. “Listen carefully, my little coquette, you have to resist pushing, and relax. There will be consequences if that plug comes out.”
Marc leaned in close to her ear. “He means it. I watched him drip hot wax on the ass of a lady who couldn’t keep it in.”
“And then I fucked the living shit out of her asshole. She’ll never forget that night.”
“Neither will I. That’s when I first thought about inviting you to have a go with my lady.” Marc’s revelation startled Patricia. She had no idea Marc had shared another woman with Lenny.
Again positioning the vibrator at Patricia’s pussy hole, Lenny pushed the tip into her vagina. Patricia moaned and twisted on the table, scraping the nipple clamps on the wood. “Don’t you fucking scratch this new table! Hold on, Lenny. Let me get a towel.”
Patricia shouted, “What kind of prick are you? He’s fucking me with a goddamn vibrator and you’re worried about your table?”
“Exactly right. I’m worried about my table. Lift her up, Lenny, so I can slide this under her tits.”
Lenny reached around with one arm and slid it under her belly. With seemingly no effort, he hoisted her up, the ropes tugging at her wrists. Marc slid a towel under her, her breasts pressing into the rough cloth when Lenny released her.
“Okay, man, continue.”
“The pleasure is al
l mine.” With no prelude, Lenny shoved the vibrator completely inside of her, only stopping when his hand hit her pussy. Patricia couldn’t help it. The butt plug fell out.
“Marc, will you look at this? The plug came out. What do you think we should do?” Lenny pulled the dildo out and rammed it back into her. Patricia squealed.
“Let’s ask her, Lenny. What to you think we should do, Tricia?”
Barely able to speak, but not wanting hot wax dripped on her bare ass, Patricia managed to say, “Please, Marc, hold it in, I can’t.”
“Lenny, should we be generous and hold it in?”
“No way, man! If you’re down here with me, you’ll work it. Fuck her asshole with it while I fuck her cunt.”
Before Patricia could digest what they meant to do, she felt someone push the butt plug back in. Lenny again rammed the dildo back into her pussy, closely followed by the plug ramming her anus.
She squirmed on the table and squealed. The two men showed no mercy, fucking her senseless. Somewhere in the delirium of sensation that fogged her mind, she heard Lenny say, “Easy, Marc. We don’t want her to come yet. I want to be in her pussy when she comes.”
Marc’s voice had a timbre she had never heard, hoarse and harsh. “Then fucking do it, man! I’ve wanted to see this for as long as I’ve known her. Fuck her until she can’t walk!”
“Play with her tits while I fuck her. Make her squeal, but not so loud that anyone will call the cops.”
With the blindfold on, Patricia could only sense Marc beside her. When he reached under her and grabbed the chain attached to the nipple clamps, she winced. Then he pulled the chain, hard. She screamed, louder than she meant to.
She felt Lenny rubbing his bare prick against her pussy. Then she heard something ripping, probably Lenny opening a condom. “Get the gag, man. We can’t risk having the cops come.”
Paper rustled. Before Patricia could call red, Marc stuffed something the size of a small orange in her mouth and fastened it around her head. Again in a feral voice, Marc instructed her. “Tricia, stay calm and breathe through your nose. Do you understand?”
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