*
Sam sucked in air as Meg went down on Michael. He was done for. His lady could give blowjobs for Australia at the Olympics. The memory of her mouth on his dick and the knowledge of what Michael was experiencing had his cock twitching back to life. As he watched, Michael fought against Meg’s hold and let fly a barrage of what must be Gaelic. Meg’s throat worked to swallow the man’s cum, and Sam groaned, ready for round two. He hadn’t expected Michael to do more than titillate Meg, but he begrudgingly had to admit that sharing her added to the sexual excitement. He hadn’t even found it in him to protest when she’d rubbed his cock against Michael’s like a Girl Scout trying to light a fire.
Michael’s flaccid penis slipped from her lips and she leaned back on her hands. Her smile would do the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland proud.
“So then, have you boys had enough?”
Sam glanced at Michael. When the Irishman shuffled to Sam’s reclining chair and started tugging off his boots and pants, Sam flopped onto the bed and did likewise. First man naked got their hands on her.
Her giggle filled the room. They were making fools of themselves in their haste to get their clothes off, but the prize was worth being laughed at. Sam threw his jeans aside with a flourish and leapt to his feet in front of Meg, his fist wrapped around an impressive erection. Michael shoved him with his hip in an attempt to get front and center, gyrating his hips so his hard cock danced for her.
Sam growled, and Meg giggled as she flopped back on the bed with her arms above her head. “Seeing as you seem to want to be close, how about you jack each other off and I watch?”
Sam shook his head. “No way am I touching that … that…” He waved a hand toward Michael’s penis. “Thing.”
Meg raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I never heard any complaints before. In fact, I swear to God you grew an inch when you rubbed against him. I bet he could make you come until you begged him to stop.”
Michael grinned. Sam glared at him. “I don’t think you should encourage her. She’s getting above herself.”
“Is it punishing her you have in mind?”
Sam smiled. “It is.”
Meg squealed as both men dived for her. Michael pinned her arms above her head.
“Have you got a hold of her, Mr. Monaghan?”
“That I do, Mr. Stephens.”
Sam stepped back and rummaged through his bedside cupboard. With a shout of triumph he pulled out two silk scarves, a blindfold and a pair of leather handcuffs. Meg was about to get an evening she would never forget.
Chapter 55
Meg squealed and tried to get free from Michael, but he pinned her with his body. Heat flared between her legs as his erection pressed against her stomach. She wiggled, making the Irishman hiss and harden against her.
Before she could try to take advantage of the situation and make him aroused enough to loosen his hold, Sam appeared, and she knew it was all over. They were going to do what they would with her and, God save her soul, she would enjoy every second of it.
Michael eased off, and she put up little fight as the two men handcuffed her to the bedhead and then tied a silk scarf around each ankle, tethering her legs to the bedposts. With her body secured she had no way to hide her nudity, and with her legs spread wide the boys were drinking their fill of her. Standing shoulder to shoulder at the bottom of the bed, they looked pleased with their efforts.
Michael’s focus shifted to Sam. “So, what is it you have in mind, Mr. Stephens?”
Sam grinned as the blindfold dangled from his fingers. “A game of ‘guess who’.”
Meg couldn’t even imagine where Sam was going with this. “What?”
Michael laughed. “What is an entirely different game, or so I believe. I’m not much of one for board games myself.”
She tugged her wrists in an effort to get free. Unless someone did something soon she was going to scream. Her whole body pulsed with lust, and Michael wanted to have a fucking conversation about board games. “Do you plan to do anything or are you just going to stand there staring?”
Sam smiled, and then climbed on the bed, glancing at Michael. “If you could lift her head.”
The Irishman did as directed, and Meg’s world was plunged into darkness as the blindfold covered her eyes.
She felt the bed move and then nothing. Where were they? She could be left here alone, for all she knew. Panic rose up into her throat and she whimpered.
“Meg.” She turned her head in the direction of Sam’s voice. “It’s just us. Now, what’s your safe word?”
“Jelly, sir.”
“Good girl. We’re going to play a little game. It’s called ‘guess who.’ Michael and I will do things to you and you have to guess which one of us it is. If any of it is too much, then use your safe word. Okay?”
She nodded as visions of whips, chains and all manner of methods of torture filled her mind. A warm hand cupped her face and soft lips brushed her cheek. The scent of sandalwood filled her nose, and she chased the lips as they pulled away, desperate for a kiss.
Michael’s deep chuckle made her shiver as he escaped. This was her kind of hell.
“That was Michael.”
Michael whispered, “Indeed it was but we’re not started yet.”
He was close but no amount of twisting brought her into contact with him.
“Meg.” She turned back toward Sam. “I’ll tell you the rules. Once one of us finishes what we’re doing, you tell us who you think it was. If you get it right you can choose your reward. But if it was me and you said Michael, then I get to choose your punishment. Are you ready to play?”
Heart thumping, Meg nodded and mumbled, “Yes, sir.”
She held her breath and concentrated on sounds and sensations. Someone shuffled across the floor, and the bed next to her right hip dipped. She could hear deep male voices whispering but couldn’t catch the words. Her lungs aching, she gasped in a breath of air and then squealed when something soft tickled her calf. Visions of mice and bugs filled her mind, and she tried to kick them away but couldn’t move. The tickling moved further up her leg, followed by warm fingers. Wet lips kissed her thigh and a finger brushed her mound, making her insides clench in anticipation. The finger moved away, the tickle circled her belly button and then brushed each nipple, making them harden. A feather; she was sure it was the feather from Sam’s cowboy hat. But who was using it to torture her? She tipped her head to the side and could hear heavy breathing. Something hard and moist brushed her hip and she caught the scent of arousal. A cock. Someone’s cock. A mouth latched onto her bellybutton and a tongue swirled and licked. Soft hair brushed her body, stubble grazed her skin, and she smiled. Only one man had designer stubble and long hair. The body moved away and she smiled.
“Michael.”
He chuckled. “You’ve got me, darlin’.”
“Seems you lose, Mr. Monaghan. Choose your reward, Meg.”
She chewed her bottom lip as she considered her options. So many delicious things she could ask for, but was she restricted to only receiving her reward from Michael?
“He’s waiting, Meg.”
“I want a kiss.”
Michael chuckled. “Is that the best you’ve got?”
Meg felt her face flush. She had lost her nerve and hadn’t said where she wanted to be kissed. She swallowed and whispered. “But not on the mouth.”
The bed dipped and warm breath tickled her cheek as the scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils. “You’re going to have to tell me where you want me to kiss you, darlin’.”
What was she going to call it? Hell’s bells. He knew what she wanted. Losing and punishment would be less torture. She turned her face toward where his voice had been and whispered, “I want you to kiss my lady bits.”
“Ah. Are you meaning this?”
A finger slipped between her thighs, and she writhed at the soft teasing. “Say you want me to face-fuck your pussy, and the prize is yours.”
His finger teased her again and she took a deep breath. “Please face-fuck my pussy, Mr. Monaghan.”
A hand brushed her calf. Sam patted her leg. “Good girl, Meg.”
*
Michael had wondered what the idea of the game was. He’d just wanted to screw Maggie silly, but Sam knew what he was about. Once Maggie was secure he had whispered his intent. The game was a way to get Maggie to relax with both of them and her own sexuality, which is why he’d pushed her to say what she wanted. If this was to work they all needed to be open and honest with each other, and of the three of them, Maggie was the only one who had trouble vocalizing her sexual needs.
Once he was comfortably between her thighs, Michael set about pleasuring their lady. The thought of her being part his made his chest ache, and he took a deep breath to center himself before leaning forward and flicking her hard bud with his tongue. When she lifted her hips, he planted a hand on her stomach to hold her still. This might be her prize but he was still in control of the situation and there would be no let up from him. He buried his face deeper between her legs, teasing, tickling, probing and flicking until she quivered beneath him. She was hanging on by a thread. He lifted his head and glanced at Sam who stood watching with an erection that looked like it intended to shag his belly button.
“Would you like to join us, Mr. Stephens? I don’t think she’s as into this as she could be.”
Sam grinned as Meg whispered, “No.”
Michael waited for Sam to climb on the bed and fondle her left breast before getting back to Maggie’s reward. He could hear her panting as he lapped her pussy. When her whole body went rigid, he relented. Slipping two fingers inside her, he growled, “Let go for me, darlin’.”
She needed no further instruction. He pressed his tongue hard against her clit as she pulsed around his fingers with an intensity that made his balls ache.
Michael eased off the bed and struggled to focus. All the blood in his body was in his dick, he was sure of it. He ached with need and the sight of Maggie laid out, her pussy wet from his mouth, wasn’t helping at all. Sam frowned at him, and he grinned. The poor man was in much the same state. How long could they keep going before one of them passed out?
He stepped back to let Sam have his turn. He wondered if Maggie would expect Sam and so guess easily enough who the man was, but the game wasn’t about winners and losers. Happy to be an observer, Michael flopped into Sam’s reclining chair and grabbed his hard cock. If he wasn’t going to be using the bugger, he needed some relief.
Sam crossed to the bedside cupboard and tugged out a very lifelike vibrator and a condom. Michael frowned as he watched Sam sheath the thing. What game was this?
Slowly, Sam knelt between Maggie’s thighs, and then eased forward to rest one arm next to her body. He carefully slipped the vibrator inside her a little and back out with a precision that must feel like being shagged to the poor blindfolded girl. She moaned and lifted her hips. Michael grinned. This was better than any porn movie he’d ever seen. His own cock throbbed in time to Maggie’s writhing, and he gave up fighting the bugger. Holding on tight, he pummeled his dick and held back the moan desperate to crawl up his throat. Any sound from him would give the game away. Sam glanced over his shoulder and grinned. No doubt thinking Michael was a pussy if didn’t have the stamina to hold off.
Maggie’s movements became fiercer as she rose up to meet Sam thrust for thrust. When she cried out, Michael grabbed the arm of the chair with one hand and worked harder. His balls pulled up tight, and his lower body shuddered as he spilt his seed over his stomach. He hammered away until he was spent and sweating. Michael snagged his shirt from the floor and wiped at the sticky mess.
Sam glanced at him and shook his head. Slowly he pulled the vibrator from a still unfulfilled Maggie. She stilled, her skin sheened with sweat and her breathing shallow. “Michael?”
Sam whooped with delight. “Nope, me.”
Maggie pulled at the handcuffs. “But you used a condom?”
“Not my dick, baby.”
“If it was Michael’s dick, then I win.”
He reached down and planted a slap on her thigh. She squealed and then fell silent.
Sam leaned forward. “Do you have something you want to say to me, Meg?”
She whispered, “Sorry, sir.”
“Good girl. Now I get to choose my punishment.”
Chapter 56
Meg lay silent, wishing she had kept quiet instead of arguing. Her heart raced as she waited to find out what Sam was going to do with her. All manner of things came to mind. He had amassed an enviable collection of sex toys, floggers and other things to torture her with. She wondered where the kink would end. A warm mouth latched onto her right nipple and sucked hard, and she lifted her chest, wanting more. If this was punishment she would misbehave more often. Desire spiked through her body from her breast to her clit and all places in between. When another mouth sucked at her left nipple, she moaned and convulsed, lust possessed and almost tripping into orgasm without instruction. Both mouths pulled away, and she mewed her disappointment.
Something cool brushed the skin between her breasts and she held her breath. Fingers tugged her left nipple and then cold metal snapped around it, sending her spiraling into oblivion. Sam had only clamped her nipples once before and the pain was sharp and exquisite. An orgasm racked her body and she could do nothing to stop it.
She heard Michael chuckle and Sam tut-tut. When she stilled she expected to be chastised but instead her other nipple was clamped. She fought for control, not willing to push her luck. Her pussy still throbbed, desperate for male attention, and neither man had actually fucked her yet.
A tug on the chain sent pain slithering through her body to begin a pulse in her clit that was almost unbearable.
Warm lips kissed her cheek and then took her mouth. Sam. It was Sam, his kiss soft but demanding. The kiss was broken and a hand slid behind her head and pulled the blindfold off.
Sam smiled down at her. “Game over.”
She opened her mouth to protest but clamped it shut when he frowned. The game might have ended but apparently he was still in control.
He turned his head and she followed suit, staring into Michael’s dark eyes.
“Mr. Monaghan.”
Michael grinned. “Mr. Stephens.”
“Meg thought it was you because she’s on the pill and I don’t need to use a condom. How about you?”
“I’m clean. I was tested a couple of weeks ago.”
Sam climbed off the bed. “Well, in that case, how about you finish what we started while Meg does what she does best?”
Heart thumping, Meg waited as Michael untied her ankles and Sam undid the handcuffs.
In one move, Michael lifted her off the bed and placed her on the floor. She struggled for balance with her less than steady legs. The fuck-me sandals weren’t helping and she grabbed Sam’s shoulder for support. Sam cupped her face with his hands and kissed her long and slow. She wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed his wavy hair. Sam broke the kiss and turned her around. She slipped into Michael’s embrace, happy to share her body and her kisses with both men. Michael’s mouth was possessive as he breached her lips with his tongue. She fisted her hands in his hair and gave as good as she got. The sensation of Michael’s hands on her butt and Sam’s lips on her shoulder made her shudder with desire. Michael pulled away and grinned.
She waited as Michael slid into Sam’s chair. He was sporting an impressive erection, and she ached to be impaled. He held out his arms and she approached. When she was close he grabbed her waist and turned her to face away from him.
“Legs each side, darlin’.”
She did as directed and he guided her down onto his erect dick. Her body settled and relaxed as she stretched to accommodate the thick length of him. She wiggled, and Michael’s growl made her giggle.
Michael rested his hands on her waist, and she glanced up at Sam whose eyes were focused on her lap. If the p
re-cum leaking from his cock was an indication, seeing her joined with Michael was a huge turn-on for him.
Michael’s breath tickled her neck as he spoke to Sam. “If you’re ready, Mr. Stephens?”
Sam stepped in front of her and she grasped his dick. This was going to take some co-ordination but she was game to try. Having Michael fuck her while she sucked off Sam was going to be pure heaven.
Michael’s dick pulsed inside her as she teased the top of Sam’s dick with her tongue. She pulled him into the mouth and back out again before lapping the sensitive spot beneath the head. When Sam thrust his hips, she took him deeper. Her pussy convulsed as Sam slowly fucked her mouth.
Once she was in rhythm with Sam, Michael lifted her hips off his lap so his cock was only just inside her pussy, and she wondered how this would work. If she moved up and down to ride Michael she would lose Sam. Michael grabbed her free hand and placed it on the arm of the chair. Sam took over holding his own cock and she moved the other hand to brace herself. Keeping her body still, she focused on the sensation of Sam fucking her mouth and Michael lifting his hips up and down to drive himself deep inside her. Both ends were stuffed with man, and she shuddered.
*
Maggie’s pussy was warm and inviting. Michael had missed more than her body but right now his dick was his guide and Maggie’s body his home. Arms resting on the chair, he pistoned his hips, driving his dick up inside the warm cavern of her body. She stretched and rippled with each thrust, and he held back the need to come. Even though he had shot his wad twice already his balls ached with a fierce need to spill his seed again. He held back, not willing to give in to desire and lose the beauty and ecstasy of making love to Maggie. Her perfect arse was tipped toward him, and he watched himself disappear into that beautiful hot, pink snatch. Home, he was finally home.
A groan brought his attention upward. Sam was chewing his knuckle and thrusting like it was an Olympic sport. The man was fit to blow but no one was taking care of their lady. In this position Michael could do nothing to help her reach release. Instead, he hoped to God Sam would come to her aid. Another groan and Sam grabbed Maggie’s head and thrust like his life depended on it. The moans of satisfaction from both of his fuck buddies not only left him in no doubt Sam had tipped over the edge, but pushed him closer to finding his own release deep inside the warm hungry pussy of the girl they both loved. Michael watched as Sam stepped back, cum still dripping from the top of his dick. Maggie moaned and Michael joined her. That was fucking hot.
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