The strokes increased in tempo and weight, now stinging, never predictable in where they landed. Her ass, her back, and her thighs sang with sensation. When the strokes began to fall over her chest and belly, Jillian actually arched into them. Who knew that she would like this kind of thing? Something started to build deep inside her, and the flogger kissed her nipples with an erotic sting, again and again. The dildo was pulled out of her and pushed back in, matching the rhythm of the flogger’s caress, and suddenly Jillian went over, without clitoral stimulation. Her orgasm rolled through and over her in waves as the thrust with the dildo diminished in urgency and the flogger left off. The moans and pants must be hers, and they echoed in her ears. Jillian sagged in her bonds and felt Sean, scented him, a faint hint of sandalwood pairing with healthy male sweat. He pulled her against him, her naked body slippery with her own perspiration against his muscular chest. He kissed her sweetly and licked down her neck, gathering the salty taste of her, then sucked hard at the base of her throat while Peter pressed her clit, and Jillian, incredibly, drew up to her toes in another shivering climax. Enough, she was going to die from it.
She felt the ropes being removed from her wrists and ankles and was lowered onto the bed where both men snuggled her, running their hands down her body. The dildo was removed, gently, and she heard it hit the floor with a resounding thud. She was tender, stretched, but there was no pain. Just the residual twitches of her orgasms clenching around the plug. The plug they didn’t remove. Huh. Well, that figured. Sean did have a fascination with assholes, and he was determined to prepare her. Jillian slipped into a light doze, vaguely aware that something light floated over her to replace the warmth of the men as they left her side.
* * * *
“That was something,” Sean commented, as he searched for some bottled water in the fridge. Jillian would need a drink soon, right after they woke her for the next round. His hard-on was positively uncomfortable, but he knew the release, when it came, was going to be spectacular.
Peter leaned against the kitchen counter, stroking his erection through his boxers. “Jilly is indeed something. She took me, all of me, and the way she drank me, holy shit. She deserved the two orgasms we gave her. And the size of that dildo. She’ll be able to take us both for sure. Yet she’s so fucking tight.”
“Hold your horses, buddy,” Sean warned. “I get to direct the show, remember? And the next round stars you and Jillian. Not that you’re getting yours again right away. You’ll be getting her ready for me. Because I’m taking that ass shortly.”
Peter nodded, looking a bit disappointed, and then his face brightened.
Sean knew that look. “What’s up?” he asked, warily.
“If you are directing, then I think we should film it,” Peter suggested.
Sean wasn’t sure. “Jillian may have an opinion about that.”
“Aw c’mon. It isn’t her say this time. She lost, and on purpose. We won’t save it or burn it to disc or anything. Unless it’s really hot,” Peter added. “And if we’re doing the domestic, no sex thing for a couple of days to build her arousal and make her ask us to pleasure her, we could use some movies to watch.”
Sean couldn’t resist when Peter put it that way. “Okay. But take really good care of the footage. Because if anyone else sees it, Jillian will leave us, right after she removes our nuts and then kills us.”
Chapter Eight
“C’mon, sweetheart, wake up now,” crooned a voice in her ear.
Jillian muttered and slapped at it, only to jump when a nipple was pinched. She sat up, indignant, and saw Peter smiling at her from the foot of the bed, naked and erect. Sean had pulled back and was smiling, too. He wore boxers and a stupid beret. Oh shit, he was playing director. This was going to be interesting, but she thought she would make it a little hard for them. She took a few sips from the proffered bottle in Sean’s hand and realized how parched she was. Probably from all that panting and screaming. They were so thoughtful, but Jillian figured she had had enough…
“I’ve changed my mind. The hanging from the ceiling thing cancels out the directing thing, Sean. Be fair.”
Sean’s smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed. “No dice, babe, and there’s a consequence for protesting, so let’s get right to it.”
Peter stepped away to reveal the video camera set up on the tripod at the foot of the bed. Oh no. No, no, no. Not a homemade porn movie. Jillian surged toward the thing and was grabbed up in midair by Sean, who easily wrestled her flat on the bed. Jillian struggled and flailed to no avail, and Peter helped tie her to the head and footboards.
“Turn that off,” she gritted through her teeth. “I’m not being filmed.”
“Sorry, babe, but you are. Now shut up or I’ll gag you. We’d much rather hear your screams and moans of joy, but if we have to…” Sean’s voice sounded menacing, and Jillian froze.
“If anyone sees me like this you are finished in this city. Shit, you are done in the whole U.S. of A. and surrounding countries, do you understand me?” she said, quietly and with deadly intent, her corporate status showing through.
“No problem,” said Peter cheerily.
Jillian longed to slap him silly but contented herself with a glare. He would lose the next game and then God help him because she would have no mercy. She watched Sean hold out his hand and Peter drop something into it. Something that glittered and tinkled. What? Sean’s mouth descended over her breast and sucked her nipple hard into an elongated point. He let go and swiftly placed something on it. Shit! It pinched and stung, and Jillian whimpered, then went quiet as another, more interesting sensation flowed down to her pussy. Sean went to work on her other nipple and clamped it, too, then hooked the chain between them. He smiled naughtily at her and tugged on the fine links. Jillian gasped at the intense feeling, and he tugged it again. Peter had stepped back behind the camera and was zooming in on her tender breasts as Sean rubbed a fingertip across the pinched nipples and tugged the chain. Jillian tried to hold back a moan, and Sean increased his efforts until she verbalized the sensation.
Peter backed the camera off as Sean slid down her belly, pressing tiny kisses against her, leaving little suck marks behind. He trailed another chain along with him, one connected to the middle of the links between each breast. Jillian flinched and shivered and moaned when the chain pooled in her navel and Sean’s mouth continued to her wide-open sex. She just knew Peter was filming her spread labia and dripping opening, and it both titillated and infuriated her. Then Sean sucked her clit into his mouth, and before she could concentrate on it, he let go. However, pressure remained, and Jillian actually felt her clit swell out from its protective hood.
“What did you put on me?” she nearly screamed. “What is that?”
Sean reached between her legs and tapped her clit. “It’s a clit clip, babe, and try saying that fast three times. It will keep your little man in the boat front and center for what happens next. No hiding from us.”
Jillian gasped for air and threw her head from side to side on the pillow. She couldn’t take much more. Would they stop if she asked them to? Yes, they would. She knew it. Did she really want them to stop? The room fell silent, and she opened her eyes to see Sean, Peter, and the video camera focused on her pussy. Liquid flowed, and she closed her eyes again. This was so hot, but so exposing. Sean and Peter conversed, and Peter then came to slide two pillows under her to elevate her hips as Sean slid her ankle restraints further up the footboard. They surveyed her position, and Peter returned to situate her head more comfortably.
Sean made a show of settling his beret on his head, and, with considerable mirth, called, “Action, places.”
Peter came to lay beside her, the curved dildo in his hand, and pressed a kiss on either of her distended, aching nipples, then whipped his tongue across them. Jillian whimpered and mewled, clenching her hands on the rope. It was too much, but she wanted more. Peter tugged the chain in concert with his ministrations to her breasts and then licked
his way down her body. When he was level with her pussy, he pulled his head back to make sure the camera got everything and began to push the dildo into her. He pushed it a few inches in and then pulled it out. In and out, deeper and deeper. Jillian’s hips thrust and rocked as much as she was capable of against the restraints and tugged the chain with her movements. Her clit throbbed, her nipples screamed for release, and then the curved end of the toy pressed her G-spot. Moisture flowed and gushed from her to coat the dildo and Peter’s hand following her vaginal orgasm, and she cried out loudly. The nipple clamps were then released, pushing her into another spasm before she could come down from the first. Jillian panted and shook.
“And cut.”
Jillian pried her eyes open at Sean’s calm comment, but his tense, aroused features belied his tone, and his eyes were so dark with arousal that they were just this side of black. Peter’s cock thrust insistently against her hip, smearing moisture from the tip. Sean handed him the water bottle, and Peter propped her head up to allow her to swallow with no fear of choking. She drank most of it down then let her head fall back.
“Ready to go, babe?” Sean asked.
“What? No!” Jillian insisted.
“Well, I am, and it’s my scene next.”
Jillian closed her eyes and practiced deep breathing. “I need a few minutes, Sean, and get that thing off of my clit.”
“The clip stays on, honey,” Peter assured her. “Your consequence is next. Ready?”
“But the nipple pinching! That was a consequence!” Jillian protested.
“Nope,” Peter said in that evil, cheery voice he had adopted. “That was because we’ve neglected those babies and you seem to be able to come when they get involved in our playtime.”
“Good grief, you perverts,” she mumbled. “I need a little time here.”
“Action!”
Peter removed the pillows from under her head and shoulders and tugged her a little further down the bed so that there was no play in the rope that held her wrists. He adjusted the ankle restraints further up the footboard so that she was almost in the splits, her ass hoisted on the pillow beneath her. She felt even more open and exposed, and the moisture between her legs now dripped down the crack of her buttocks. Sean called for Peter to step away as he obviously wanted to focus on this new position and immortalize her for Gynecologist Weekly. It felt kind of exciting.
Peter squirmed up between her upraised thighs and stroked her sex. He avoided her clit but familiarized himself with every fold, nook, and cranny, spreading the moisture around, delving into her opening and then sliding back to her anus where the butt plug protruded. Sean appeared beside her, the camcorder in hand as he took close-ups of Peter’s busy fingers, she was sure. When Peter lowered his head to lap at her, Sean leaned in to get that on film, too, and Jillian closed her eyes against the thought of what they were seeing and preserving. Besides, Peter was really good at this, and maybe another orgasm wasn’t the worst thing in the world, except he wasn’t touching her clit despite her little wiggles to encourage him. Slap. Jillian shrieked. Slap. Peter was spanking her pussy! It felt amazing, arousing. Her clit stood further at attention as she reached for climax, only to have him stop. He pressed a last openmouthed kiss on her and pulled away. Jillian ground her teeth as Sean zoomed in for another close-up. Peter then unfastened her ankles, rubbing them gently and stretching her calves up to allow the muscles to adjust. He flipped her on her stomach and added another pillow so that she was pretty much on her knees, chest on the mattress, legs splayed, her hands still tied.
“Leave your legs wide open like this, honey, and don’t move, or we’ll get creative with you and it won’t be so comfortable,” advised Peter.
There was an ominous silence behind her, and she tried to squint over her shoulder but was unable to figure out what they were doing. She wriggled a little to see if she could rub her clit on the pillow, but Peter had created some kind of little hollow there to thwart her. Jillian’s temper began to rise, and she opened her mouth to share her thoughts when the crinkle of foil dissuaded her. Someone was going to fuck her. Okay then.
Sean’s voice sounded. “You know, I don’t think I’ll need a condom for this, babe. I’m clean, and I know you are.”
Jillian quickly replied, “Use a condom, Sean. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Both men laughed.
“You won’t get pregnant where I’m putting my cock, sugar,” chortled Sean.
Oh crap, this was it then. He was going to fuck her ass and tape the whole process. She waited for the plug to be pulled out, but instead the paddle came down on her raised buttocks. Wow, it stung. Again and again it fell, falling where Sean directed Peter to apply the blows. It shouldn’t have appealed, but, like the flogging, Jillian’s bottom tried to follow the paddle, pushing back against it. The plug created blooming pain/pleasure splinters in her bowels and at her anus. Her buttocks heated and swelled, the warmth flowing down into her pussy, still wet from her previous exertions. Peter paused for a moment, and she felt lubricant on her anus as he twisted and thrust the plug to spread the slippery substance, then resumed with the paddle.
Jillian began to beg and plead for release, hardly recognizing her own voice. She felt the butt plug pulled out, and then something bigger and velvety caressed her anus. Sean pushed into her, and Jillian pushed back, whimpering as the huge head popped through the tight muscle. Sean waited for her to adjust, murmuring endearments and stroking down her spine. He told her how beautiful her ass looked, all rosy and pink, and how hot it felt against him. He pushed in deeper, and nerve endings the plug had never stimulated burst into feeling. It burned, it hurt, but it felt something else, too, and Jillian pushed back hard, feeling his groin slap against her buttocks.
“Fuck, babe, slow down. I don’t want to hurt you,” groaned Sean.
“He really wants to ream you, Jilly,” offered Peter, “but it’s too soon for that.”
Jillian could barely process the words. She was too busy just feeling. Sean began to withdraw then forge ahead. With each stroke, he pulled back almost to her opening until he was nearly out of her body, then he pushed back in hard. Her orgasm began to climb, and if she could only touch her clit, she would go up in smoke. It didn’t matter if Sean got his. She was going to chew this one up. She was due.
Peter untied her hands, and Sean pulled her up to a nearly vertical position against his chest. His cock felt even bigger inside her, and Jillian sucked air.
Sean turned with her to lie back on the bed against the pillows, now holding her wrists, crisscrossed at her waist. Peter reached to bend and spread her legs and laid them over Sean’s. He looped two ties around her thighs and secured her to Sean’s widespread legs.
“Something different, Jilly,” he advised. “Don’t move, or we won’t let you come.”
Jillian sure wanted to come. She didn’t know if her clit would ever go back to normal again, and Sean felt like a big old log up inside of her. Peter had repositioned the camera at an angle. Then he took a position on the other side. Jillian gaped at the strap coiled in his hand and began to shake when he smiled at her.
“What are you doing? Peter, please!”
Sean held her tightly and groaned, “Peter, get on with it. She is so fucking tight that I’m going to blow on the first clench.”
Peter snapped the fabric strap over Jillian’s pussy, connecting with her clit and stretched pussy lips. Jillian lost count as Sean rocked her forward into the blows. Her orgasm fractured without warning, and her vagina clasped at nothing while her anus bore down on Sean’s erection. Peter snatched at the clip, and her clit popped out, pushing her up and over again. Sean shouted something incomprehensible in her ear, and she actually felt the hot spurts of his cum bathing her innards as she sprawled, boneless against him.
“Cut,” Sean whispered.
Chapter Nine
Jillian scowled at Sean and Peter, who appeared not to notice her fit of pique. This was day three, and t
hey were ignoring her. Well, not exactly ignoring her. They bathed her and gave her a beautiful silk robe in her favorite colour to wear. It clearly had been purchased with her in mind, although it was short and probably a size too small. Jillian knew they wanted to see every curve outlined and be able to see her legs clear up to her wazoo. Sitting was an exercise in caution, and she knew they liked that the best as they strained to catch a glimpse of her pussy and ass. So why weren’t they taking advantage of her nakedness and fucking her senseless? Day one had spilled into day two with the porn-film experiment, but since then it had all been sweetness and light. Jillian fought the urge to grind her teeth together. Every time she “accidentally” brushed against one or the other or “forgot” to keep her robe tied closed, they smiled and patted her or chucked her chin. It was making her nuts. They wore boxers or sweats, and she drooled over their manly chests and dreamed of what was covered.
She slept between them at night, and also during nap time. Naptime, for Christ’s sake, like she was fucking two years old! Although sandwiched between their muscular forms was hardly preschool, and Jillian felt so protected and warm. She slept better than she had ever slept, and her dreams were sunny. No thoughts or worries about work intruded, and it felt like a staycation. If only the boys would make use of their evening or morning wood. Instead, they cuddled her and gave her chaste good-night kisses and leapt out of bed in the morning to fetch her coffee or run a tub. How could she complain? But she wanted to.
Peter proved he could cook, and Sean also took his turn in the kitchen. They even seemed to know her favorite food. They did laundry, although she still hadn’t seen her clothes. The sheets and towels were folded and stored away, and she even saw Peter ironing. She was pampered and didn’t have to lift a finger. Or spread her legs. Sean sequestered himself in the den for a couple of hours, but Peter made her the center of his attention. When Peter spent time in the den, Sean hung out with her. They didn’t talk shop but discussed most everything else under the sun. She felt she got to know them even better.
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