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by Selena Kitt


  Rex brushed against her sweet spot again, and proceeded to take off the other clamp on her outer labia. Agony mixed with pleasure, into one unrecognizable haze again. Adrenaline shot into her system. The endorphins kicked in. This was it—the reason Donna was so addicted.

  Not neglecting her pleasure, Rex rubbed her clit with his fingers while he made sure his dick brushed against the nub each time. With a grunt, Rex pushed into her and exploded.

  “You have my permission to come, sub,” Harvey said.

  Relieved, Donna let Rex hurtle her over the edge. Still riding the waves of her orgasm, she slumped on the bench, spent. A hard kiss on the mouth from Harvey reminded her they were far from done.

  “Time to switch,” Harvey told Rex.

  After cleaning her up, the men reversed positions. Donna was familiar with Harvey’s cock, but a Rex’s was a mystery. Before unzipping his jeans, Rex stooped down and gave her slow burning kiss on the lips. She blinked when he pulled away.

  “Thank you,” he said, looking her in the eye. Rex’s expression looked grave and serious. This meant more to him than her.

  “You’re very welcome, Sir.”

  Rex pulled out his cock. It was less thick than Harvey’s, but longer. She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting Rex’s need on her mouth. Donna loved giving blowjobs, savored the moments she managed to keep a man’s dick captive in her mouth, and coax sounds of pleasure from their lips.

  Keeping a hand on the back of her neck, Rex pressed his prick between her lips. She understood he didn’t want a tease, so she took his member in. It didn’t mean she could enjoy tracing the ridge of his cock with her tongue or suck on every inch that went down her throat.

  “You little tease,” Rex said. He didn’t seem that interested in reprimanding her.

  Harvey snaked his hand between her legs, pinching her swollen cunt lips. Donna wondered what instrument he’d pick. Her answer came a second later, when Harvey let her feel it. It was large and made of well-used leather. She recognized the shape of the paddle she gifted to him for Valentines two years ago.

  “Set of twenty to begin with, pet,” Harvey said.

  Twenty? She could do more than twenty.

  Harvey warmed her ass and thighs first, before amping the sensation up. Each time the paddle collided with skin, Donna let out a muffled squeal around Rex’s dick.

  Harvey stopped with the paddle at the count of twenty. What came next? Donna tensed when Harvey let her feel the steel inserted tip of her least favorite toy. Christ, she never liked canes, even after all her years with Harvey and he knew it.

  Thankfully, Harvey pushed a new toy in her pussy—a vibrator. Harvey turned the toy on, beginning with the lowest setting. That wasn’t much of a relief. She didn’t know when he’d deal the first blow.

  The cane made a whistling sound across the air. Rex squeezed the back of her neck. Donna continued giving him head, pausing when the cane hit impact.

  “Take ten for me, baby,” Harvey said. “Just ten, okay?”

  Rex looked at her, pausing, pulling his dick out. “Where are we, Donna?”

  “Green,” she answered without hesitation.

  It was adorable, the way Rex and Harvey seemed to be perfectly in sync with each other. And God, factoring Rex into the scene made everything more intense, profound.

  Why hadn’t they done this sooner?

  Satisfied, Rex pushed his prick in her mouth again. After ten hits of the cane—each line an inch apart on her ass, Donna was thrashing in her restraints. Not wanting to disappoint Harvey again, she focused on her blow job. To be fair, the swats of the cane had been significantly dulled by the toy vibrating in her pussy. Nonetheless, they still hurt like a bitch.

  Rex reached for her clamped nipples.

  Oh shit. Not again.

  Rex unclipped the left one first. Once again, blood came rushing back. Ouch. Harvey turned the vibrator on the highest setting, sending intense vibrations through her pussy. Rex did the clamp on her right breast.

  Once more, Donna floated back in subspace.

  “Ten,” Harvey said. He ran a possessive hand down her striped ass. “Good girl.”

  Donna’s cheeks glowed at the compliment. She could never tired of hearing those words on Harvey’s lips.

  Rex thrust his dick once more and finished in her mouth. Donna swallowed down every drop like she did for her Master. Hearing Harvey unzipping his jeans again, she sighed. Not needing a condom, Harvey gripped the flesh of her hips and entered her without pause. The burnt of his entry rendered Donna breathless for a couple of seconds.

  Harvey sheathed himself fully in her, until his balls brushed against her ass. He stayed there a couple of seconds, reminding her who her heart and body belonged to. Beginning to move, Harvey didn’t begin with slow strokes.

  Knowing what she wanted, Harvey pushed in and out of her. The force of Harvey’s thrusts made the bench vibrate and reduce the two of them to pants. Each time Harvey slammed into her owned pussy, the ridge of his cock head brushed against her clit. She willed her inner muscles to clench around his shaft, making him groan.

  “Come for us again, baby,” Harvey commanded. He switched angle, hitting her g-spot.

  Rex tipped her head. Donna didn’t realize he was still standing in front of her, smiling. Kneeling in front of her, he slid two fingers under the band of her collar and tugged her face close for a kiss. She tasted the heady combination of Rex, Harvey and her on lips.

  That did it. Crying out, Donna’s back arched and she climaxed. Harvey thrust inside her pussy several more times before shooting his load inside her. Head still in the clouds, Donna was vaguely aware of the men moving around her, releasing her from her restraints. Harvey easily lifted her in her arms and carried her to the bedroom, Rex following swiftly at his heels.

  They lay her on the soft sheets, careful of her new welts. Harvey—or Rex, she wasn’t sure, worked ointment onto her sore ass and thighs. Later, Harvey settled her into the curve of his shoulder. She happily sighed against him. They whispered words to her, patted her hair. Harvey began stroking her back, drawing circles, calming her. She felt like a well-loved pet.

  “That’s my good girl,” Harvey was saying. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

  Rex and he said a lot more, but she barely heard the words. Heavy-lidded, she gazed lovingly at her husband and shifted her attention back to his best friend.

  Grinning, Rex stole a quick kiss on her lips. “Will there be a next time, little one?”

  The sound of the nickname on Rex’s mouth made her feel warm, wanted. Why she worried about screwing this entire thing up eluded her. It was cute the way Rex looked a little worried about the pause.

  “Definitely,” she answered, making the two men, her men laugh.

  The End

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  Obsessed with Tori - Melody Anson

  Thoughts of Tori

  As steam filled the bathroom with pleasant warmth, Nikki sighed and gave in to her desires. She opened the bathroom door a crack and called for her husband. “Are you going to join me in here or do a have to prove to myself once again that a woman’s fingers are better than a whole man?” She giggled but she was also a bit worried. What was this? The third time? The fourth? He hadn’t asked yet, and if he did she planned to tell him working out made her feel better about herself and therefore m
ore amorous. That was true to some extent but she’d only come up with the answer to hide the real truth. She stepped into the shower and felt the blast of hot water like a million tiny hands caressing every part of her body. God! It was so damned strange to be so turned on all the time, so damned aware of the existence of her clit. Sure, there were times in the shower when the water would hit just right and she’d explode with arousal but this was all mental, not physical.

  That body! How the hell did people see it and not get horny? The voice. The eyes. The perfect tone of every millimeter of… Jesus! Every single time they went to the gym, Nikki saw perfection and how the hell was she supposed to deal with that? The shower only made things worse. Her nipples were hard as hell and as rivulets of water traveled their various paths over her body it felt like endless caresses. It was particularly maddening because of the constant stream of heat that flowed down over her abdomen and veered when it hit the curve of her thigh and sent warm delicious torture over her pussy. She had a clitoris and her body wouldn’t leave it at that but seemed to shout it at every opportunity. She shouted through the shower curtain, “Unless you want to be jerking off all by yourself for the next six weeks, you better get the hell in here!”

  “I’m here, Babe!” Aaron said from right outside the curtain. “Keep your pants on!”

  She giggled. “That would defeat the purpose.”

  He stepped into the shower behind her with a smug look on his face. He thought it was him. She looked at his naked from appreciatively. Sure, her husband turned him on but that wasn’t what brought the urgency today. It wasn’t what demanded her attention four or five times in the last three weeks either. She leaned forward, lifted herself up slightly, and put her mouth on his. The kiss was wonderful but even as she kissed him, Nikki thought of another mouth, another pair of lips. His arms came around her and she thrilled at his touch but even as she did she imagined another’s arms. Her breasts brushed against her chest and it felt like a magical bridge ran from her nipples to her clit, that damned little hooded button that had, of late, taken on extraordinary importance. Still, as she felt little pulses of pleasure, she imagined it was someone else who held her.

  She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t be that cruel. Cruel to herself. Aaron wouldn’t mind. He’d love it. In fact she’d never hear the end of it. The one who filled Nikki’s mind and fueled her desires also had a clit. Her name was Tori.

  Aaron kissed her for a bit and then tried to turn her around. He was taking control, like he always did. She didn’t mind that. Hell, she liked when he got all manly on her. Still, she wasn’t ready to let go of the image of Tori just yet, and it was hard to keep her mind on the woman when she was bending over trying to keep her balance and Aaron was filling her pussy and screwing her with crazy testosterone driven urgency. So, she didn’t let him. He persisted for a moment before he gave up and stared at her. She smiled and said, “I’ve been thinking about how you feel in my mouth all day, Baby.” That was an absolutely bald-faced lie. It had the effect she wanted, though. Aaron’s eyes opened wide and she had to keep from giggling when his expression changed so that he almost looked like a schoolboy coming home with a good report card.

  She managed to keep from laughing as she slid down to her knees in front of him. That’s right, Aaron. You’re such a perfect picture of manhood that a girl is helpless around you and desperately needs to suck your cock! She’d been able to keep from giggling at his expression but the thought set her off so she quickly put her mouth over the head of his cock and hoped if he heard any of the giggling he’d chalk it up to excitement at the situation. She certainly didn’t want him hurt by it. As much as he blustered about like men were better at everything and like she was powerless to resist the power of his masculinity, Aaron was a chauvinist about as much as a parrot was a fish. She didn’t know anyone who did as much for women as he did, and that was at his workplace.

  As her lips closed over his familiar tip, she began swirling her tongue in circles and was immediately struck again by the image of Tori. Nikki imagined it wasn’t Aaron’s dick. Instead, as the water flowed over her back and her ass, she imagined it was a nipple, a hard little bullet that grew even harder as her tongue worked. She imagined, as Aaron reached down and put his hand on her head, that it was her trainer’s hand holding her tightly, and when Aaron urged her to go deeper, she imagined it was Tori pulling her close. When her husband moaned, she heard Tori’s voice. When he let out a loud breath as she plunged down, she tried to substitute it with the sound of Tori teaching them to exhale between repetitions. She moved her mouth along her husband’s shaft and put one hand on Aaron’s ass but the other was too busy between her legs. Images of the trainer filled her as her fingers flew over her clit and she increased the pace. Finally, she worried that Aaron would cum and she pulled away and told him she needed him inside her. Twenty minutes later, she sat on the couch with a drink and wondered if her infatuation would diminish or their New Year’s resolution to get in shape meant she’d forever be filled with sexual energy.

  She didn’t mind the ridiculous increase in activity. Hell, she enjoyed her husband, enjoyed sex with him pretty profoundly and all it took was his touch to send her into a tailspin of arousal. She loved him in her mouth, in her pussy, and even in her ass (though she carefully meted out that particular treat simply because he knocked on the backdoor almost every time and she figured giving it to him without hesitation would diminish rather than add to the excitement.) No, there was no problem with the increased frequency or even the somewhat constant horniness. The problem was simple. She wanted a woman and she wanted a woman she had to see on a regular basis. It was wonderful for most of the time and then maddening when she and Aaron went for a personal training session.

  Later that evening, as they lay in bed, Aaron kissed Nikki’s neck and she let out a soft, moaning sigh. He seemed slightly surprised and then began kissing more urgently. He was probably surprised that she was up for another round after the afternoon shower. He ran his hand under her sleep shirt and a moment later lifted it over her head. She moaned softly again, and he began kissing along her neck and then to her breasts. He was tender, and she wondered if the tenderness had to do with some sort of appreciation for her recent sexually aggressive behavior or if he was rewarding her for the hell of a fuck she’d given him in the shower or if he just loved knowing that when he touched her gently like this he drove her crazy with desire. She imagined it was the last option. She didn’t mind the slight conceit, though. It was true, after all, and she was the one who got to benefit from it.

  Still, she thought it would be wonderful to turn the tables on him sometime. As his tongue circled her nipple and she felt his fingers gently rubbing over her panties, she moaned and imagined him at her mercy, imagined him completely unable to do anything but experience whatever she dished out. The thought ramped her arousal up so that her hands flew to the back of his head and she lifted up her hips and pressed against his hand as he rubbed. He got more aggressive in response, rubbing her through the thin fabric with more force and sucking hard at her nipples. It was perfect, and she moaned even more loudly. God! He was so damned good, and yet the idea that all of his confident control could be taken from him just once was so damned exciting. She determined to take the workouts seriously and maybe even add another day of resistance work. That way, she could get stronger and surprise him when—

  The workouts… God! Tori was so damned beautiful. Thoughts of turning the table on Aaron disappeared as instead thoughts of Tori filled her head. She imagined it was her hand between her legs and her mouth working on the nipple so roughly. “Oh, Jesus!” she said. She could feel her orgasm threatening to crest, and it was almost unheard of for it to happen so quickly. Aaron could tell as well, but he didn’t know as he moved his hand rapidly, increased the pressure, and bit and sucked at her nipples that she’d squeezed her eyes shut not because of the pleasure but so that she didn’t see him and could more effectively pretend it was Tori. G
od! It was so good. So. Damned. Good.

  She wondered if there was anything to feel guilty about. Most women had occasional fantasies about sex with someone other than their husbands, she assumed. It was impossible to keep them from sometimes flitting through her head, and when it happened during sex, trying not to think about them was about as effective as trying to get rid of a song stuck in her head. She’d never had such intense thoughts as those of Tori, though, and never actively imagined that actions Aaron took were someone else’s. Thinking about a movie star or an old crush—those thoughts weren’t really all that different than feeling Aaron inside of her and the fact that she had to go online for work first thing in the morning suddenly popping into her head. The thoughts popped in and she had no control over them but even when she thought of another man while she slept with Aaron the thoughts were vague and unspecific.

  Not with Tori! Jesus! He was practically biting her goddam nipple off and rubbing her through her panties like his hand was a belt sander, and she moaned like an absolute slut and moved her hips crazily, and it was all because Tori was a strong woman, a powerful woman and she could imagine her being just as rough. Could? Hell, she was imagining it! It was Tori tormenting her nipples. It was Tori rubbing so fiercely over her pussy that even though it felt incredible now she knew she’d be sore it the morning. It was Tori and she groaned as her orgasm hit her and hit her hard. She seemed to crunch into a ball and then explode outward, her hips bucking up fiercely as pleasure shot through her and her whole body shook. She’d cum in the shower earlier but that orgasm had been the culmination of desperate urgency, release that she needed badly. Her orgasm in the shower was relief, a balm to soothe a desperate need. This orgasm was different. This orgasm wasn’t about eliminating the tension this orgasm was all about bliss.

 

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