“She has been such a good girl, Abbi. But she has missed you, a lot.” Debbie is standing beside me as I slip Melissa’s arm through her onesie, buttoning up the little poppers on the front.
“I missed her too, I felt incomplete without her, but I know I needed to get better before I was her mum again. She didn’t need a part of me, she needed all of me.” She is sound asleep by the time I reach her cot, lying her down amongst the blanket and wrapping it around her to keep her warm.
“It’s good to have you back, sweetie, it’s not been the same around here without you. Leighton has definitely not been the same. Seeing him today, with the smile on his face as he watched you with Melissa, it was so heart-warming. That man loves you a damn lot, Abigail.” She hugs me from the side, kissing my cheek.
“I know, and I love him infinitely.” I kiss my fingers and then place them upon my baby’s head. “Cool, let’s leave her to sleep. I need something to eat, and I don't mean food. Fuck it’s been far too long.” I sigh and try to control the hunger inside of me.
“You’re definitely back to your old self, you sex-crazed mamma. I'm sure Leighton’s just as hungry sweetie.” God, I hope so, because I plan to ruin him soon.
We walk the length of the corridor and the stairs. Arriving back in the lounge, both men are seated on opposite sofas, gleaming hungrily at one another. I stand and admire the two together. Debbie and I are two of the luckiest girls alive; these men are heavenly, sexy, rough and raw to the bone.
“Hey sexy lady,” Leighton taps his lap to signal for me. I stride towards him and practically jump into the space. “She asleep?” he asks me, sipping what I can only assume is scotch.
“Yup, sound asleep.” I nuzzle into his neck, my lips finding their own way, and begin to kiss from behind his ear to the dip of his throat. I'm not wasting any time kicking things off, I don't need to catch up on anything just yet, I just want to calm this need inside of me.
“Abigail,” he warns me as I start slowly unbuttoning each little disc one at a time, my lips kissing the appearing skin as I go. I slide across his lap and straddle him for better access. “Abbi.” He warns me again, but my pussy is far too hungry to listen to him, it needs feeding.
I slide completely from his lap to kneel on the floor in front of him. His shirt is completely undone, spread apart so his glorious body is on show. His chest is covered in beautiful blank ink, his dark nipples puckered in the fresh air, his abs ripped and begging for my tongue. I obey their command and lean forward, swiping up the valley between his six-pack, his skin is slightly salty, mixed with a spice. The taste causes a surge of arousal to ripple into my stomach.
I kiss to his waistband, licking the length of his stomach above the band. Leighton hisses, drawing a sharp breath between his teeth. His dick is already as hard as iron, tenting the constricting denim. “Abbi,” this time it is more of pleading than a warning.
I look up to him through my long lashes, my fingers expertly unbuttoning his jeans as I continue to kiss and torment his burning skin. I speak to him through my eyes, begging him to fuck my mouth and pussy good and hard.
His teeth bite feverishly into his bottom lip, the slightest moans escaping. I can see him trying his hardest to stop himself from grabbing my hair and thrusting himself to the back of my throat. Not that I would have complained, hell I’d beg for it if that’s what would get me a sore cunt by bedtime.
I slowly pull down his zipper, the teeth clinking out of place one at a time, tantalisingly slow. I can see his clenched jaw as he keeps himself tame. “What’s the matter baby, you want me to stop?” I tease him as I reach inside the denim casing and pull his erection free. It is heavy and hot in my palm as I encircle it with my small dainty hand, that doesn’t completely surround his girth.
“Fuck.” Leighton clenches his fists, almost sitting on them to stop them from coming for me.
“Is it too much for you baby? Should I stop doing this?” I drag my fist up and down his length, the foreskin gliding with me, revealing his glistening head. The pre-come summons me and I lean forward and lick the little pool away.
“Abigail, baby, please.” Aha, there we go. That is all the permission I require. I surround his dick with my wet mouth, plunging him deep within the confinements. I need to feel him; I need him to possess me entirely, claiming me as his once again.
“Oh God, Angel, deeper, you know how to do it Pet.” Why does that turn me on more? Him calling me ‘Pet’ should piss me off but the name has me reaching between my thighs with my free hand and rubbing vigorously at my clit, over my trousers.
“Hand away, sweetheart, you didn’t ask. You can cum when I say so. Now, you will learn, Abigail, take me deeper.” His hands fist in my hair tightly, a slight pain forming on my scalp as he pulls so hard that a few hairs try desperately to remove themselves.
“Jesus, Leighton, she has the most perfect fucking mouth. Can you handle two, mate?” Antonio’s voice permeates the air, stabbing through my body and causing a tightening in my womb.
“Oh fuck yes. Angel, can she?” I look up to him to see what he is referring to; Debbie is standing beside me glaring down at my man’s dick, her eyes full of hunger. I smile around the cock lodged deep inside my throat, nodding my answer to him.
Am I seriously about to let another woman suck off my boyfriend? How fucked up is this? The thought is making me wetter and hornier than I ever have been before. The thought of Debbie’s perfect rosy lips surrounding him and making him moan in ecstasy, makes me squirm to prevent myself from coming right here and now.
“Get on your knees, precious.” The command comes from Ant, his deep voice has Debbie on her knees beside me within milliseconds. She has clearly been doing this for a long time with Antonio.
It is crazy that I have never known anything about this part of him, but I really should have clocked on the first time I saw Maria’s arse smothered in bright red welts.
“What do you say, precious, what do you say to Leighton?” I stare into Leighton’s green eyes as I continue to take him in my mouth, his dick swelling and growing as the seconds pass.
“Thank you, Sir, thank you for letting me pleasure you.” Oh Jesus mother of all things good. Why did her calling my boyfriend Sir have me wanting to back away and just let her continue on her own, to watch her perfectly submissive self, make my man cum in her throat and over her tits?
“That is okay, Pet, you are very good aren’t you? Thank your Dom for his offering of you.” Leighton isn’t even looking at me, his eyes are fixated on Debbie, on her body sporting a beautiful black fitted dress, her ample chest on show for him.
She turns on her knees, her hands placed behind her back, each hand holding the opposite elbow. “Thank you, Sir, for letting me service Leighton. It is an honour to do so.” She looks to the floor, her body still.
“Precious girl, you are too perfect.” Antonio strokes her cheek, raising her face to him. “Should we show Leighton and Abigail what I have taught you before we start this properly? I think it would be good for her to try herself.”
“I would love to, Sir. Nothing pleases me more than pleasing you.” She smiles sweetly at him. This is a submissive Debbie, I’ve not seen this side of her before but it is fucking hot. If I am going to look like her doing this, then sign me up a month ago.
“Stand,” Antonio commands her sharply. Debbie rises to her feet gracefully, her hands returning to their original form, behind her curved back.
Leighton looks to me finally, his eyes twinkling mischievously. I know right then that I am going to do this, I want to see the absolute pleasure on his face, as Antonio has on his now. I want to serve him for eternity.
“Abigail, we start your training as of now. Do you agree to be my submissive?” Leighton asks me seriously, his dick never waning in hardness.
“Yes, Leighton, Sir, I want to be your submissive and to please you for always and forever.” That was far too easy; surely it should take a little
longer for the word Sir, to slip from my lips. It just feels so natural, so right and so sexy, I want to straddle his thighs and have him spank me at the same time.
“You are mine, Abigail. Now, stand and assume the correct position. Copy Debbie, she is perfect.” I stand from the floor and move next to Debbie, mimicking her position perfectly, well as perfectly as I can.
Leighton
Debbie is perfect. Ant has done well training her these last four months. Even stuck in a wheelchair for the first part of it, he is able to control her with the upmost dominance and perfection.
“Strip.” Antonio’s voice echoes through the large expanse of my lounge, his eyes pinned to Debbie’s frame. I can feel my naked dick hardening further at the thought of seeing her body again. She is utterly stunning. So curvy, flawless smooth skin and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
Debbie doesn’t hesitate to start removing her dress, her hand reaching around to unzip the metal teeth holding it together at the back. She lets it slip from her shoulders, the curve of her spine showing inch by inch, as it drops and then pools at her feet. She steps from within its confinement, her heels clicking against the wood as she does so.
Her legs are encased in silk stockings, attached to her by a suspender belt. The lace thong barely covers her luscious arse as it moves from side to side, her hips sashay as she bends to pick her dress up from the floor. I hiss as I see her ripe wet pussy on show, the dampness saturating her thong. I gulp down the massive lump in my throat to prevent my dick from stiffening further.
She places her folded garments on a chair and then goes to unclip her bra, her breasts spill free from within, plump and firm. Considering the woman has three children, she is utter perfection.
She bends a little and unclips the stockings from the suspender belt, unrolling them slowly, teasingly down her legs.
“Debbie, hurry up Pet, we are trying to show Abigail how obedient you are, not how much you like to taunt your Dom. Do I have to remind your arse of the rules?” Her head shoots up to look at her boyfriend, the excitement and fear mingling as one in her gaze.
“No Sir, I'm sorry,” she tells him as she kicks of her high heels and swipes the silk from her calves.
“Kneel,” Antonio commands Debbie when she is completely naked, her curvaceous frame dropping instantly. She keeps her thighs slightly apart, her palms placed delicately atop them. Her head bows downwards, staring to the floor. She looks utterly breathtaking. My dick stirs again, laying rock hard against my stomach. I want Abbi mirroring her, wanting her at my mercy, everything she wants, controlled by me, and only ME.
“Do you want me to command Abbi, Leighton? Or do you want to?” Antonio asks me, his dominant tone not wavering in the slightest. It shouldn't turn me on as much as it does, to hear him in control. I am not a switch by any means; well at least I don't think I am. I have been bottom for him countless times, as he has for me, but I don't even have the inclination to let him dominate me, until now that is.
The way his hungry eyes are glaring at Abigail’s form, makes the voyeur in me, I didn’t even know I possessed, come out to play. I know just watching him top Abigail is going to have me like iron until I can find some relief. I hope that he is up for me fucking the hell out of his girlfriend tonight, especially if he is going anywhere near mine. Debbie is stunning. Tough and so full of spirit, just hearing her voice makes me want to bend her over. To see her kneeling like this, so submissive and obedient, god that is a dominant man’s wet dream.
Fuck, I seriously need to stop this train of thought before this whole fucked up family turns into full-blown swingers.
“I think you should do it, mate. I think she might listen to you a little better than me,” I tell him, knowing that Abbi and I are still on too much of a wobbly platform for her to listen to me properly whilst training. She needs the firm hand Antonio possesses. I have said I am the best damn Dominant I know, but thinking about it again, Antonio is a fucking beast. He can have a submissive kneeling at his feet, begging for him, with just a simple look in his eyes. I vow, that until she is the perfect submissive, which I know she will be, I won't lay a hand on her. Sure, I’ll fuck her tight little pussy until she’s begging for me to stop, but I will not, by any means, top her. I want the first time I restrain, spank and dominate her to be so perfect she will never want to go back to her vanilla self.
I see the glimmer of excitement in Ant’s eyes as he takes in my permission for him to take over with my girlfriend.
“Abbi, strip,” he commands her, staring intently into her eyes.
She looks to Debbie for reassurance, finding her facing the floor.
“Now!” Antonio demands. His voice is deep and gruff. Abigail doesn’t falter this time. She rapidly and a little haphazardly, removes her clothing, also following suit and folding them neatly, placing them next to Debbie’s on the sofa.
I hear Antonio’s hiss of appreciation at Abigail’s body. She has the best fucking tits I have ever seen, more than a handful. Her body isn’t anorexic skinny, she is curvy in all the right places, and her arse is just so spankable and biteable.
“Good, Pet, very good. Now kneel.” His authoritative tone has her on her knees before he can say, please. A little too gracefully for a newbie, she gets herself on her knees, spreading them the same distance as she sees Debbie’s. Her palms placed on her thighs and her head dropped forward.
Jesus, she is already nearing perfect in this position. As I stand back behind Antonio’s giant build, I watch the two women next to one another, their ample chests rising and falling gently as they control their erotic breathing, their glistening pussies on show through their thighs. I can feel the pre-cum seeping from the tip of my cock and smearing against my stomach.
“Look at that, Leighton; I have two lovely little submissives at my disposal. What on earth can I do with them?” I can see the hitch in Abbi’s breath as she fights to keep her arousal at bay. She is begging for something to happen, anything.
“God, they are too perfect. Let’s start with the basics Ant, the positions, body posture and correct way to answer your Dom and when to answer, etcetera.” I sit on the arm of the chair as Antonio moves his head side to side, clicking his neck. He interlaces her fingers and pushes them out, stretching and clicking his knuckles.
“Both of you stand.” Both girls rise from their kneeling position, Debbie a little faster and easier than Abigail does, as expected. “Good, now kneel.” I can see Abigail wanting to tell Antonio to piss off but she expertly holds her tongue as she once again gets to her knees, back into the submissive position she has already expertly grasped.
“She’s good, Leighton, very graceful. Now stand.” Up they stand again; their legs shoulder width apart, their hands behind their back holding the opposite elbow, their heads looking to the floor, submissively.
“Now, kneel.” He drops his voice a notch, causing even the hairs over my body to rise on end. It is becoming so much harder to stop my dick from ejaculating all over the fucking wood flooring.
Abigail kneels a little slower this time, the standing and falling obviously already wearing her out.
“Leighton, add it to the list, Abigail needs to hit the gym.” I see her head shoot up, she’s hurt; her eyes saddened by his statement. “Poppet, you need to work on your endurance and stamina, we can't have you slacking behind.” She still looks sad, she has worked so hard to get her body to where she likes it, having come to me stick thin and malnourished, she has fought hard to be the beautiful woman she is.
“Abigail, stand.” Antonio has caught onto her displeasure, her own insecurities rapidly returning as I physically see her draw into herself.
Her ears obviously haven’t heard Ant’s command and she continues to glance to the floor in her own world. “ABIGAIL. STAND NOW!” he instructs her, a little bit of harshness in his tone, but not enough to scare her. I know what is about to happen, a nice little lesson in self-love. As a submissive you are taught
to think of your body as a temple, to be worshipped and loved by yourself and your dominant.
She gets to her feet slowly, dragging her legs to stand next to one another. “Abbi, head up,” he instructs her again, using his own hand to place on her cheek, assisting her face to his. “Sweetheart, look at me.” Her eyes look to his, glazed over from her unshed tears. “Leighton, where is it?” He doesn’t look at me, he is fixated on my beautiful lady.
“I’ll grab it man, gimmie one minute.” I stand from the sofa arm and walk from the room, taking the stairs to one of the spare rooms. I collect the body length mirror from the wall and take it downstairs.
“Cheers mate.” He looks to Debbie, still knelt so perfectly by his feet. “Debbie, stand.” She stands and bows her head to him. “Hold the mirror up in front of you please; I want Leighton to see this too.” She takes the mirror from my hands, manoeuvring it in front of Abigail’s body.
I stand behind him, both of them clearly visible in the reflection of the glass. My hands are already holding my dick down to stop it smacking my abs.
“Abigail, come.” He takes her hand and pulls her in front of him, her body in line with the mirror, but her head still looking to the floor.
His hands move around to the front of her, splaying against her stomach. I can already tell his hard dick has moved between the crack of her arse, because her head shoots up as the length fits between her cheeks.
Abigail
Holy shit, why does it have to be so hard, literally? I was feeling like shit about myself after his comment, but now all I feel is wet, fucking dripping at the feel of his hard dick finally near me. I have been waiting months, fucking loads of them, for this to happen. It makes me so hot to know he is a dominant as well. Also to see how sexy and perfect Debbie looks.
“Abigail, look at yourself now.” My eyes focus on the mirror and my body’s reflection in it. I fought so hard against my inner demons when I first arrived here, to get myself looking healthy and sexy. His words have cut deep; they have me thinking I have gone too far, put too much weight on. I don't ever want to be looking like a hippo unless it is a baby that has caused it.
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