by B J Wane
“Remember when I told you never to wear a bra when you’re with me?” Both men looked pointedly at her chest.
In truth, Ella had remembered that directive as she was dressing but dismissed it as it was said in the heat of the moment, and she hadn’t taken him seriously. Shrugging self consciously, she replied simply, “I didn’t think you were serious.”
“You need to take everything we tell you seriously. I don’t think she’s too sorry, do you?” Mac asked, smiling at Sam.
“No,” Sam sighed, acting as if they were discussing a wayward child.
Before Ella could comment, Sam had his hands under her shirt, her bra unhooked and pulled off through her sleeves while Mac moved behind her and, with just as much quick efficiency, had her jeans opened and pushed to her knees along with her thong. Ella’s surprised gasp was swallowed by Sam’s mouth as he kissed her ruthlessly while Mac squeezed her buttocks. They had moved so fast, with such practiced ease, that she hadn’t had time to get nervous about being confronted by the two of them, to wonder how or what they had in store for her.
Sam didn’t release her mouth as they maneuvered her to the sofa. He no sooner pulled away from her clinging lips than she found herself face down over Mac’s hard thighs, her raised ass vulnerably exposed. Ella found her predicament and position highly arousing. Sam’s eyes were riveted on her ass as she imagined Mac’s were, which made her wriggle self consciously.
“Be still,” Mac ordered as he slapped her right buttock hard.
“Okay,” she gasped as he smacked her again.
“What?”
“I mean, yes, Sir,” she corrected quickly as he struck her again and again.
“You’re going to have to learn to obey unconditionally, Ella,” Sam scolded as he released his swollen cock into his hands while watching Mac doing an excellent job of reddening her ass. “Every time, without questions, without fail.”
Ella’s concentration was split between the wonderful pleasure/pain engulfing her backside and the sight of Sam massaging his hard cock in his large hand. A pearly bead of pre-come seeped from the tip as he slowly moved his hand down his shaft and cupped his balls before gripping his length again.
“That’s it, Blondie,” Sam murmured approvingly. “Lift that pretty ass for Mac. Show us how much you enjoy being punished.”
Ella hadn’t even realized she was raising her hips automatically for each smack. The only things that registered was the heated pain engulfing her ass and how much she wanted to taste that drop seeping from Sam’s delicious cock. Licking her lips in an unconscious pleading gesture, she cried out as Mac swatted her on the top of her thighs several times.
“Give her something to occupy her mouth,” Mac said from above her.
“You read my mind.”
Ella opened eagerly as Sam pushed his cock between her lips. Closing her eyes, she started to reach up to use her hand also when Mac grabbed both of them and held them tightly behind her while he continued to rain blows down on her aching flesh. “Just your mouth, Ella.”
Sam helped her by holding her head and guiding her up and down, controlling her rhythm as she sucked hard on his length, moaning softly as both his taste and the painful swats engulfed her senses. When Mac’s hand ceased torturing her buttocks and moved to cover her swollen, wet cunt, tears of relief seeped out. She needed to come so bad her pussy ached as much as her ass.
“Christ, Ella,” Sam groaned as he watched a single tear escape her closed lids and run down her face. “You’re so fucking responsive, you’re going to burn us alive.” Pulling out of her suckling mouth, he quickly pulled her down to kneel between Mac’s spread legs while Mac shoved his jeans down, freeing his own raging hard on.
“My turn, baby,” Mac growled in a low, barely controlled voiced. “Hands behind your back.”
Ella quickly complied as Mac guided her head much the same as Sam had done and pushed his cock into her mouth at the same moment as Sam entered between her pussy lips. Both orifices took their cocks greedily, with wet, sucking enthusiasm.
“What do you think, Sam?” Mac bit out as Ella took him deep and then sucked hard on her way back up before concentrating on the head with her lips and tongue.
“Ella, don’t come unless we give you permission,” Sam ordered from behind her, his voice strained as he thrust hard and deep into her.
Ella would have protested vehemently at their ridiculous order if Mac didn’t have such a tight hold of her head. Not climax? How ridiculous. What would be the point of screwing them if they were going to deny her the one thing she craved most. Ignoring his instructions, she concentrated on bringing Mac off, eager to taste his come while she thrust back against Sam, feeling her pussy spasm around him, her juices coating him, her outer lips, and her thighs. Her buttocks felt swollen, hot, and sore, heightening her pleasure.
As she felt both men quicken, their cocks stiffening even more and jerking inside her as they began to come, she quickly reached beneath her, finding her engorged clit unerringly. Within seconds, she was coming with them, the three of them jerking in unison as they erupted in a volcanic rush of pure orgasmic bliss.
“C’mon, Blondie,” Sam said as he assisted Ella to her feet. “I need sustenance before I can take this any further.”
“I hear you, bro.” Mac stood and adjusted his clothes before helping Sam with Ella.
Ella stood quiet and docile while the two of them adjusted her clothing, tying her shirt under her unfettered breasts and fastening her pants. Their pampering was a calm antidote to their intense sexual play, something she could get used to if she allowed herself to be so foolish.
“I need to freshen up if we’re going out,” she said, moving away from their lingering hands.
“Make it quick, then,” Mac instructed. “I get cranky when I’m hungry.”
Ella smiled at his burly tone and hurried quickly to the bathroom to run a brush through her hair and rinse her heated face. She fervently wished she had some way of cooling her ass cheeks as easily. A thong and tight jeans were not conducive to easing the discomfort of a well spanked butt. A little discomfort was a small price to pay for the pleasure of such an intense orgasm, she thought as she quickly finished up before she got herself into more trouble.
“Where’re we going?” she asked as Mac held the door of Sam’s truck for her.
“To eat.”
Ella grinned at him as he slid in next to her. “You’re a man of few words, Detective.”
“What I lack in communication skills, Sam makes up for.”
“That’s just one of the things that make us so compatible as partners,” Sam quipped.
Ella could think of a few others. Her first experience with two men had been everything she had dreamed, and she was anxious to see what else the boys had in store for her after dinner. Feeling the hardness of their thighs and arms on each side of her, the heat of their bodies and the lingering smell of sex made her crave them again.
The restaurant was not what she expected but just what she wanted. The small, family owned barbecue diner with red and white checkered tablecloths and juke box music was a popular place. It was obvious Mac and Sam were regulars by the way they were greeted by a short round man with a bald head and wire rimmed glasses.
“Detectives! It’s good to see you. Come,” he waved them through the crowded tables. “I’ve got a booth ready for you.”
“Thank you, George,” Sam said as he put a hand on Ella’s back and guided her to their seats. “How is the family?”
“Good as gold,” he beamed. “We were blessed with our sixth grandchild last week. What can I get you and your girl tonight?”
“Why don’t we celebrate that new grandchild with the works. A family meal for four, two beers, and a glass of your house wine.”
Mac’s hand squeezing her thigh tightly kept Ella from complaining about Sam’s presumption. “You have to trust us to take care of all your needs,” he whispered quietly in her ear.
Ella realized
her reaction would have been purely instinctive, not how she really felt. She actually didn’t mind them making such mundane decisions for her. They thought of it as seeing to her welfare; she thought of it as a much desired break from having to make any conscious decisions. After spending eight to ten hours a night making split second, life altering decisions, it was a relief to give up all control to someone else, even something as minor as her dinner choice.
She smiled at Mac. “Okay, I’ll try. Thank you.”
“What’re you thanking him for?” Sam asked when George left to turn their order in. “Are you two playing under the table?”
“No, we can’t get away with that here. I was just warning Ella about complaining about any decisions we make concerning her, even small ones like ordering for her,” Mac replied.
Sam raised one brow inquisitively. “You didn’t approve of what I ordered?”
“No, I did.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Well, it would’ve been nice if you’d asked…”
Both men’s burst of laughter cut her off short. “Haven’t you realized yet that we aren’t in the habit of asking for anything?”
Ella loved Sam’s light hearted grin and the way his eyes crinkled when he was teasing. “I’m learning fast.” She tried to sound disgruntled, but it came out as a petulant sigh.
“Watch it, baby,” Mac said. “You’ve already earned one punishment for coming without permission.”
“About that. I have never heard of anything so ridiculous. How am I supposed to keep from coming with you two all over me? And why should I? The whole point of having sex is to orgasm, isn’t it?” she demanded quietly while looking around to make sure no one could hear them.
“The whole point of a sexual relationship is to please each other. And it pleases us to have you wait until given permission. We promise, it’ll be worth it.”
Ella looked at Sam as if he were nuts, and then burst out laughing when both of them replied simultaneously, “Trust us.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” she quipped. “Fine, I’ll try it your way, but I give no promises.”
Over the next hour, Ella was lulled into a false sense of complacency with food, wine, and laughter. By the time they were in Sam’s truck and headed back to her place, she was completely mellow and relaxed and had forgotten the reason she was with her two dates in the first place. A fact she was abruptly reminded of when Mac reached over and unbuttoned her blouse, spreading it open, baring her breasts.
Excitement warred with unease as she eyed the passing traffic. “What if someone sees us?”
Mac pinched her right nipple, hard. “What if they do? You need to get used to baring yourself, sweetheart. You’re going to be paraded naked and fucked publicly at the club. This is nothing.”
Just the thought of having an audience was enough to turn her panties wet. When Macreplaced his fingers with his mouth while Sam’s fingers latched on to her left breast, the dual pleasure blotted out everything else. Laying her head back, she moaned as they sucked, pulled, and pinched her nipples until she was on the verge of coming. Cupping her palm between her legs, she cried out in pleasure. Undulating against her palm, she brought herself off while they continued to torment her aching nipples. She was still trying to get her breath back when Mac lifted his head from her puckered red nipple and looked over at Sam.
“I didn’t give her permission to touch herself, did you?”
“Nope. Strike two, Blondie,” Sam replied with a grin.
Ella closed her eyes and said without remorse, “Sorry.” Her nipples throbbed and her cunt was still clenching in release. She found it very difficult to concern herself over anything at the moment.
Mac didn’t bother to button up her top as he helped her from the truck. Ella wondered if any of her neighbors saw her walking up to her apartment with her tits out, swaying with every step she took. Sam had grabbed his black bag from the back seat and set it on the small end table when they entered her apartment.
“Go to your room and strip, Ella. We’ll be there in a minute.”
Ella quickly obeyed Sam, anticipation making her heart beat faster and her palms sweat. She looked forward to another spanking and silently hoped Mac would use his belt on her again even though she was still tender from their earlier ministrations. She loved the feel of the thick leather on her soft flesh. She was completely naked, nipples hard and pointed, pussy wet and dripping when they entered a few minutes later.
Sam was carrying a black leather spanker, about eight inches long and three inches wide. Ella’s mouth watered at the sight of it, thinking it would feel as good as Mac’s belt. Her hopes were quickly dashed, however, and her trepidation lifted when Mac moved behind her and lifted her breasts.
“Keep your hands at your sides, Ella, or Sam will smack them also. Understand?”
Unable to speak, she just nodded her head jerkily. In all her spanking fantasies, never once had she dreamed of having her breasts whipped. Then again, she had loved having her pussy spanked, so maybe this wouldn’t be too bad.
Sam saw the uncertainty dimming the lust in her green eyes. Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides and her breathing was rapid. He smiled reassuringly at her. “Trust me?”
Ella must have seen something comforting on his face, for she seemed to relax somewhat, but simply nodded her head. Mac leaned forward and whispered something in her ear that made her close her eyes.
The first slap of the spanker landed on her right breast, right on her nipple. Ella gasped, not so much from pain but from the heat that swamped her. Sam smacked her other nipple, again just hard enough to cause a slight sting followed by deep warmth.
“Ella!” Sam demanded sharply. “Watch me.”
Ella opened her eyes to see him raise his hand and bring the spanker down on her right breast again and then the left. He knew just how hard to smack her; and, by the time he had hit each breast one more time, she was moaning in pleasure, aching for release.
When Sam stopped, Mac lowered his hands to her pussy and spread her lips with his thumbs. Sam stepped forward and ran his finger down her exposed slit, coating it with her copious juices.
“So pretty and so fucking responsive,” Sam said as he slid his finger in deep and rested his thumb on her exposed clit. “What do you think, Mac? Should we allow her to come?”
Mac continued to hold her open, leaving her vulnerably exposed and on the edge as he kissed her neck. “Yeah, she took her punishment like a good girl. Would you like to come now, baby?” he asked before biting her ear lobe.
“Oh yes, please, please let me come,” she begged, her face reddening with mortified need. Ella couldn’t believe how excited she was. Her nipples and breasts were pink and sore, just enough to make her clit swell with need. She thrust into Sam’s hand and then gasped when Mac’s fingers joined his and they finger fucked her simultaneously. Leaning back against Mac, she grabbed Sam’s waist and held on as she rode their fingers, eager to climax again. One of them, Mac she presumed, moved his well lubed fingers to her ass and thrust them between her cheeks. “Oh God! Don’t stop,” she cried out as she jerked forward and then back in a lewd parody, grinding herself down on their invading digits.
“Now, Ella, come for us.” Sam’s mouth covered hers, drinking in her scream of pleasure as they brought her to an earth shattering climax.
Chapter Ten
Dazed, Ella fell back on the bed, her knees slightly bent and spread wide, her gaze riveted on both men as they quickly undressed. They were silent as they lay down next to her and gentle as their hands and mouths began a leisurely exploration of her body. Lips suckled softly on her tender nipples, tongues eased her pain and renewed her desire. She moaned, her hands sinking into their hair as she held them to her breasts, enjoying the double pleasure of having both breasts attended to at the same time. Having two lovers was definitely spoiling her, she thought as they cupped her fullness, holding her breasts to their mouths.
; Sam kissed his way up her neck to her mouth. “Feel good, Blondie?”
“Oh, yes.” Her mouth covered his in a slow, wet kiss.
Pulling away, he grinned down at her as his hand continued rubbing her nipple and manipulating her flesh. “See how nice we can be when you mind us?”
“Mmm, yes, but then, if I was good all the time, I wouldn’t get the added pleasure of being punished.”
Mac lifted his dark head from her breast. “Somehow, I don’t think we have to worry about you being good all the time.” His mouth latched onto to hers, kissing her hard and fast before both men moved down her body once again, kissing and licking a path to the bare flesh of her pussy.
Ella gasped loudly when they wasted no time spreading her legs wide and over their shoulders. Sam spread her pussy lips wider and ran his tongue down her slit as Mac spread her buttocks and licked her anus. Ella jerked, her hands fisting the sheets as they worked her into a frenzy. Nothing could have prepared her for the pleasure that swamped her at having their mouths at both her orifices; and, when their fingers joined their tongues, she couldn’t hold back her scream.
Sam pulled away from her pulsating sheath and moved back up to kiss her again, holding her right leg out so Mac could take his place at her pussy. Ella tasted herself on him as she lifted her hips to Mac’s mouth, not ready to relinquish the pleasure of having them feast on her. Groaning, she licked Sam’s lips, chin, and cheeks clean of her juices and shuddered through another orgasm as Mac latched on to her clit and sucked hard on her tender bud.
Mac took Sam’s place at her mouth as Sam moved away. She vaguely heard him retrieving something but paid little attention as she was busy eating away at Mac’s mouth, silently telling him how much she had enjoyed his oral ministrations. In one smooth move, Mac pulled her on top of him and slipped easily into her wet cunt.
“Ride me,” he said roughly when she lifted up.
Ella did, throwing her head back, her hands gripping his shoulders, she impaled herself on his hard cock, loving the deep penetration, the feeling of being filled. She had just picked up a steady rhythm when Sam moved behind her and gently pushed her shoulders down.