PussyCat Domme
Scene 2
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Pussycat Domme Sexy Scene 2 © by Rain Star
Brian looked around as he entered the dungeon, feeling rather self conscious. The bass thump of techno music played. The moans played louder.
Where was Ian? Ian promised to meet him here and Brian is excited to see his best friend and nervous. They haven’t been face to face since Brian was on his knees in front of Ian last week.
“Hiya handsome,” a decked out punk rock girl pinches his ass.
“Not OK,” Brian said. “Haven’t you read the rules? No touching before negotiations or without asking first.”
The purple-haired babe rubbed her black leather clad corseted breasts against his arm, “So let’s negotiate sexy.”
He shook his head and started to walk away. “Not interested.”
“Your loss,” she called out after him, tossing her head and slinking over to her next target, her butt and hair shaking in unison.
“Ow,” someone to the left of him screamed, and he turned to see a gorgeous naked girl spread wide on a St. Andrew’s cross being whipped by a single tail.
He was not surprised when his cock started to press against his leather pants. The girl’s milk chocolate skin was turning a lovely shade of red. He licked his lips. He couldn’t imagine a lovelier sight.
“I see you’re enjoying yourself,” Ian grabbed Brian’s cock through his pants and gave it a squeeze.
His eyes rolled back and his knees almost buckled. Ian put a supportive arm around his waist, his other hand still on Brian’s cock.
“Let’s go talk,” Ian said as Brian moaned and leaned into his hand.
Ian steadied him, lest he fall over. A lump rose in Brian’s throat. What would Ian say? Thump. Thump. Thump. Was that his heart?
There were private rooms off to the side of the dungeon for… activities, none had doors.
Ian peeked into the first one, looked back at Brian and shook his head. Their fingers were intertwined and Ian pulled him along like he was a play thing.
Brian was grateful for the intimacy and a tinge of hope surged through his core, lighting a spark in its wake.
He didn’t want Ian as his boyfriend, Brian wasn’t only into men, but he creamed over the thought of periodic sex. And yet, it was more important for Ian to remain his friend over his lover.
Ian peeked into the second room, pulling Brian in too.
A large black vinyl bed with attachments for ropes or cuffs nestled against the far wall. A bedside table with sanitation accouterments was placed next to it.
Ian sat on the side of the bed and patted the area next to him.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Brian sat down and turned to look at his friend. He licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair, slicking it back.
“Brian,” Ian began softly, and he leaned in closer. “You are my best friend and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
Brian nodded, “I feel the same way.”
“But what happened last week…”
Brian felt his cock leap in response but could only respond with a nod.
“That was good,” finished Ian, “so very good.”
Brian’s jaw clenched, and he forced himself to let go of the long breath he was holding. “So we agree on both counts.” He let out a nervous laugh and rubbed his hands down leather pants.
“The question is, can we have both?” asked Ian.
Brian responded with a shrug, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.
“I’ve been thinking about it… a lot,” Ian leaned in.
Brian breathed him in. Pure machismo, or was it testosterone? Whatever. His cock stiffened even more.
“If we stick to some rules, very strict rules; I think it could work.”
He let out another huge breath.
Ian put his hand on Brian’s thigh and he relaxed. Ian’s fingers tripped up and down. Brian’s heart sped, his breath dipping into shallow water. What was he doing?
Ian took the lead, pushing Brian onto his back.
“Spread yourself open for me,” Ian demanded, “arms and legs out to the side, now.”
Brian did as his best friend commanded, excitement building.
Ian straddled him, reaching in his goodie bag to extract rope. Brian closed his eyes, letting the ropes bite into his tender flesh as Ian tied his hands and legs to the restraints.
When Brian was completely restrained, he opened his eyes to the vision of Ian hovering above him.
“Good, now you’ll listen without further distracting me.”
Brian couldn’t help smiling. He loved knowing that he was a distraction.
Ian sat down beside his friend and held his gaze.
“I propose that we are intimate at the clubs only or in a threesome.”
Brian felt his eyes well a little with unbidden tears. This was more than he had hoped for. He blinked to keep them from falling.
If Ian noticed, he didn’t say anything, but he did reach out and gently touch Brian’s face. Then leaning over, Ian took his head in both of his hands, still holding eye contact.
“Outside of the clubs we will be friends only, no extracurricular activities unless a third is involved. This will go on as long as we both want it to. If you get into a relationship with a Top who forbids you to play with me, we will stop. If either one of us decides it’s no longer working or if it’s getting in the way of our friendship in any way, we will stop.”
Brian nodded, “our friendship comes first.”
“Yes, exactly,” Ian answered. “Our friendship comes first and so do I.” He winked at Brian, who blushed.
Ian leaned down and kissed Brian to seal the deal.
Brian parted his lips so that his friend could enter his mouth. The kiss was incredible, speaking of promises and forbidden desires. It was deep and probing as Ian’s tongue intertwined with his and Brian tugged at the ropes, trying to press his body into his friend’s. But he was too tightly restrained.
Ian straddled him, satiating Brian’s desire and ground against his crotch, dry humping.
Brian groaned. Ian stopped and stood up quickly. Something had changed. The light fragrance of jasmine wafted past his nostrils.
Ian turned toward the open doorway, but Brian couldn’t see who was standing there. Ian nodded and held up a finger before turning back to Brian.
“Brian, are my terms agreeable?”
“Yes,” Brian was barely able to get the word out. His chest and cock brimmed with anticipation. He was starting to sweat.
“This also means that if I wish to share you or if I wish for you to watch me with someone else… you will comply.”
Brian’s heart leapt. This was more than he could have ever asked for. He loved to please his lovers, it was all he ever wanted. For Brian, the sole pleasure he received was from pleasing his Dominant. This far outweighed his own physical pleasure. The smile spreading across his face carried his answer.
“Jasmine, please come here,” Ian said to the woman at the door.
Jasmine walked over, clad tightly in leather and heels. She was painfully beautiful. Ink black hair that hung in thick braids down her back. Dark glowing skin and deep brown, unsmiling eyes. Full red lips puckered at the sight of him and then spread into a tight smile.
“Jasmine is a switch,” Ian informed Brian, “tonight she will do as I say.”
Jasmine nodded, excitement flickering in her gaze. Then she turned towards Ian, eagerly awaiting instructions, but Brian knew she was here because of Ian. Everyone wanted a piece of his best friend and who could blame them. Jasmine’s hip jutted out, her face was turned upward in eager anticipation.
“Can we all agree to use the predetermined safe words the club recommends? Green when everything is going well, yellow when there is some discomfort and red for stop?”
Both of them nodded.
“And condoms,” Ian pointed to the bowl next to the bed. “If needed.”
They both nodded again.
“I know that Brian is clean, we both got tested a few months ago, and he hasn’t had a sexual relationship since, but we all have to be smart.”
Jasmine’s nod was curt, almost professional. Brian recognized that that she had a similar tone to Delilah, his well paid Pro Dominatrix.
“I’m clean too, but insist on using condoms if there’s intercourse,” said Jasmine.
“Good, now Jasmine, come closer,” Ian demanded and Jasmine walked toward him slowly swaying her hips. She was quite magnificent, Brian couldn’t take his eyes off her and neither, it seemed, could Ian.
“Sit on the bed here,” Ian pointed to a spot by Brian’s waist and he stepped aside to let her pass.
She sat in front of Ian, her legs opening slightly, but Brian couldn’t see what delicious secrets lay between them.
Ian could, and his glance immediately traveled downward, staying there for a long moment. Jasmine shifted her weight and leaned forward, her barely covered breasts actually sprung free from a tightly laced leather corset. And they were magnificent. Dark nipples, already hard and full with desire. She grinned, leaning back so he could admire them as well.
Ian sucked in a sharp breath. “Mmm, those are…” but instead of finishing his sentence Ian reached out and cupped his hands over them, rubbing and squeezing. Jasmine’s head tilted back as her eyes closed.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned exquisitely.
Ian kneaded both breasts and then began plucking and twisting her nipples, which had hardened further in to the lovely size of a peanut.
Brian wanted to taste them, and the pressure of his cock pressing against his pants was uncomfortable.
Ian leaned down and took Jasmine’s mouth in his, his hands still fondling her breasts.
Brian pulled unsuccessfully against his ropes. He wanted to join the fun, but he loved watching too, just as much, maybe more. He loved the torture of it, the feeling of need mixing with want, mixing with desire. One of his favorite things was watching a lover of his being pleasured. As if on cue, Ian stood up but continued rolling and pinching Jasmine’s hard nipples.
“Oh,” she moaned again.
“Unzip my pants, Jasmine,” Ian demanded.
Jasmine’s deft fingers never wavered as she went to work unbuckling Ian’s leather buckle and then unzipping his very tight black jeans. She looked up at him eager for her next set of instructions. Her full red lower lip was in her mouth and she was sucking on it as Ian continued his relentless assault on her nipples. They reddened and grew impossibly bigger.
“Pull out my cock.”
Jasmine’s breath hitched as she reached back up and pulled Ian’s cock free from the confines of his jeans. He wore no underwear, making the visual even grander. It was a magnificent cock. Bigger than Brian was used to and slightly curved to the left.
“Suck it,” Ian demanded. The woman fell on his cock like it was ‘the last supper’.
“Mmm,” she moaned and garbled as she worked him.
Brian watched her throat move, swallowing excess saliva.
“Don’t swallow baby, let it out to cover your amazing tits.”
She complied, letting her saliva slip over her bottom lip and drip onto her breasts.
Ian massaged the liquid in and kept rubbing and tweaking while Jasmine worked hard to fit the entire length of Ian’s cock into her mouth.
He reached behind her head, slipping his fingers in at the crown and yanking her head back and off of him.
Jasmine didn’t utter a sound. She let go of his cock with her hands and looked up at Ian, patiently and silently waiting.
“Good girl, now put my cock in Brian’s mouth.”
Jasmine nodded and stood. She moved behind Ian and together they walked to the head of the bed.
Brian had thought his cock couldn’t get any harder. He was wrong. At the anticipation of Ian in his mouth, the muscle tightened and throbbed against the thin leather. He almost laughed, imagining it tearing right through.
Ian straddled him and Jasmine walked to the other side of the bed where she bent over, her breasts wavering in front of Brian’s face. Oh, how he wanted to grab and lick them. He strained against the ropes again and leaned his head forward.
Ian slapped him hard across the face. “You do not touch Jasmine unless I tell you to, is that clear sub?”
“Yes Master,” Brian tried to look away. They were so tempting. Before he could turn his head Jasmine maneuvered Ian’s cock toward his mouth. Brian strained to receive it. His mouth opened and his eyes misted over with excitement.
Jasmine placed Ian’s cock on Brian’s tongue as he stretched his head towards it, lapping.
“Jasmine, you will control my cock. You will feed it to Brian until he takes all of it down his throat, and then you will stand aside and wait for further instructions.”
“Yes Master,” Jasmine rubbed just the head of Ian’s cock on Brian’s tongue, in a circle. Brian moved in a circle too, keeping up with the motion. He tried to stretch his mouth over Ian’s cock but Jasmine pulled it back and out of his reach so he licked and licked and licked.
“That’s good,” Ian said through a moan, “Jasmine push me in, deeper.”
Jasmine plunged Ian’s cock hard into Brian’s mouth as he opened his throat to receive it. Ian pushed his cock in and out, to the depth of Brian’s being. His eyes started watering with the force, but he loved getting choked with cock. Brian lost himself in the moment, it was easy for him to go into subspace and he did, forgetting about his own needs and desires completely.
“Jasmine,” Brian heard Ian’s voice, but it sounded far away.
“Yes Master, awaiting your instructions Sir.”
“You will straddle Brian, unzip his pants and suck his cock. You will not let him come until I tell you to.”
“Yes Master.”
Brian felt Jasmine on top of his legs, but he had no idea what his own cock was doing anymore. When she unzipped his pants and grabbed it in her hands, all feeling and sensation rushed back. Hard. He groaned through Ian’s cock and pushed his own further into Jasmine’s hands. She stroked it like a pro before wrapping her warm, wet lips around him and sucking him deeply.
Brian wanted to wipe the sweat forming at his brow, he wanted to reach up and grab Ian, he wanted to lace his fingers through Jasmine’s hair. But he couldn’t do any of these things, and the frustration hit him suddenly. He bucked and strained for a minute before giving in to the incredible sensations. The mounting pleasure of giving and receiving at the same time.
He knew his eyes were rolled back in his head, he knew he was using whatever leeway the ropes allowed to fuck Jasmine’s mouth while his own mouth got fucked.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and he knew he was going to come. He hoped that Jasmine couldn’t tell and like a naughty boy he didn’t say a word, he couldn’t, he told himself, his mouth was full after all.
But right before he was about to climax, Jasmine bit down on the tip of his penis. Brian loved having his cock bitten, so it didn’t deflate him, but it did stop the impending orgasm and cause him to cry out in pleasure mixed with pain.
Jasmine resumed her task as if nothing had happened and Brian pressed deeply into her, as deep as he could. Ian’s cock swelled to its peak and Brian knew that his orgasm was seconds away. He tried to say something, to notify Jasmine, but he couldn’t speak as Ian jammed himself deep into Brian’s throat.
“Make Brian come for you now, Jasmine,” Ian’s voice, husky and laden with sex rang out.
Brian groaned beneath the heavy onslaught and bucked in place.
Ian ground hard and deep. So did Jasmine, doing her bit at the other end of his body. Right before Ian came though Jasmine slipped her hand under Brian’s ass and buried a finger deep inside.
The orgasm was hard and long, pumping into Jasmine’s mouth and down her throat at the exact same time Ian filled up Brian’s own mouth and throat. Brian was gulping to swallow it all, and Jasmine was gulping to swallow Brian’s flow.
His entire body weakened, but Jasmine kept sucking, hard and deep. It tickled, and he tried to push away but she refused to stop. He had ceased sucking on Ian, who collapsed on Brian’s face with his cock still in his mouth.
But Jasmine kept working until Brian swelled in her mouth once again. He moaned. Ian pull himself off and up and looked down as he crossed to Jasmine.
“Good girl, that’s it, make him hard again.”
Jasmine looked up at him with hungry eyes.
“Do you need your release?” Ian asked, almost mocking as he placed a hand between her legs, pushing her skirt up. Brian was still in no position to see her, but he wanted to, so badly.
“Can I taste her?” Brian asked.
Ian pulled his hand out and licked his fingers. “Oh she tastes so good.”
Brian could see her ass high in the air, her face buried between his legs.
“Please,” Brian begged, licking his lips.
“Turn around baby, let the sub suck on your pussy but do not, for one instant, let his cock out of your mouth.”
Jasmine turned around, maneuvering Brian’s cock as she did, twisting it in her warm cavern, her teeth scraping hard over the surface of his impossible bulge.
She positioned herself over Brian’s face. He wanted to spread her open with his hands, but he could not. He wanted to plunge his fingers inside of her, but instead she lowered her wet pussy onto his face and he plunged his tongue inside.
~Written by Rain Star © 2014
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Pussycat Domme Sexy Scene 2 © by Rain Star
Brian looked around as he entered the dungeon, feeling rather self conscious. The bass thump of techno music played. The moans played louder.
Where was Ian? Ian promised to meet him here and Brian is excited to see his best friend and nervous. They haven’t been face to face since Brian was on his knees in front of Ian last week.
“Hiya handsome,” a decked out punk rock girl pinches his ass.
“Not OK,” Brian said. “Haven’t you read the rules? No touching before negotiations or without asking first.”
The purple-haired babe rubbed her black leather clad corseted breasts against his arm, “So let’s negotiate sexy.”
He shook his head and started to walk away. “Not interested.”
“Your loss,” she called out after him, tossing her head and slinking over to her next target, her butt and hair shaking in unison.
“Ow,” someone to the left of him screamed, and he turned to see a gorgeous naked girl spread wide on a St. Andrew’s cross being whipped by a single tail.
He was not surprised when his cock started to press against his leather pants. The girl’s milk chocolate skin was turning a lovely shade of red. He licked his lips. He couldn’t imagine a lovelier sight.
“I see you’re enjoying yourself,” Ian grabbed Brian’s cock through his pants and gave it a squeeze.
His eyes rolled back and his knees almost buckled. Ian put a supportive arm around his waist, his other hand still on Brian’s cock.
“Let’s go talk,” Ian said as Brian moaned and leaned into his hand.
Ian steadied him, lest he fall over. A lump rose in Brian’s throat. What would Ian say? Thump. Thump. Thump. Was that his heart?
There were private rooms off to the side of the dungeon for… activities, none had doors.
Ian peeked into the first one, looked back at Brian and shook his head. Their fingers were intertwined and Ian pulled him along like he was a play thing.
Brian was grateful for the intimacy and a tinge of hope surged through his core, lighting a spark in its wake.
He didn’t want Ian as his boyfriend, Brian wasn’t only into men, but he creamed over the thought of periodic sex. And yet, it was more important for Ian to remain his friend over his lover.
Ian peeked into the second room, pulling Brian in too.
A large black vinyl bed with attachments for ropes or cuffs nestled against the far wall. A bedside table with sanitation accouterments was placed next to it.
Ian sat on the side of the bed and patted the area next to him.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Brian sat down and turned to look at his friend. He licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair, slicking it back.
“Brian,” Ian began softly, and he leaned in closer. “You are my best friend and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
Brian nodded, “I feel the same way.”
“But what happened last week…”
Brian felt his cock leap in response but could only respond with a nod.
“That was good,” finished Ian, “so very good.”
Brian’s jaw clenched, and he forced himself to let go of the long breath he was holding. “So we agree on both counts.” He let out a nervous laugh and rubbed his hands down leather pants.
“The question is, can we have both?” asked Ian.
Brian responded with a shrug, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.
“I’ve been thinking about it… a lot,” Ian leaned in.
Brian breathed him in. Pure machismo, or was it testosterone? Whatever. His cock stiffened even more.
“If we stick to some rules, very strict rules; I think it could work.”
He let out another huge breath.
Ian put his hand on Brian’s thigh and he relaxed. Ian’s fingers tripped up and down. Brian’s heart sped, his breath dipping into shallow water. What was he doing?
Ian took the lead, pushing Brian onto his back.
“Spread yourself open for me,” Ian demanded, “arms and legs out to the side, now.”
Brian did as his best friend commanded, excitement building.
Ian straddled him, reaching in his goodie bag to extract rope. Brian closed his eyes, letting the ropes bite into his tender flesh as Ian tied his hands and legs to the restraints.
When Brian was completely restrained, he opened his eyes to the vision of Ian hovering above him.
“Good, now you’ll listen without further distracting me.”
Brian couldn’t help smiling. He loved knowing that he was a distraction.
Ian sat down beside his friend and held his gaze.
“I propose that we are intimate at the clubs only or in a threesome.”
Brian felt his eyes well a little with unbidden tears. This was more than he had hoped for. He blinked to keep them from falling.
If Ian noticed, he didn’t say anything, but he did reach out and gently touch Brian’s face. Then leaning over, Ian took his head in both of his hands, still holding eye contact.
“Outside of the clubs we will be friends only, no extracurricular activities unless a third is involved. This will go on as long as we both want it to. If you get into a relationship with a Top who forbids you to play with me, we will stop. If either one of us decides it’s no longer working or if it’s getting in the way of our friendship in any way, we will stop.”
Brian nodded, “our friendship comes first.”
“Yes, exactly,” Ian answered. “Our friendship comes first and so do I.” He winked at Brian, who blushed.
Ian leaned down and kissed Brian to seal the deal.
Brian parted his lips so that his friend could enter his mouth. The kiss was incredible, speaking of promises and forbidden desires. It was deep and probing as Ian’s tongue intertwined with his and Brian tugged at the ropes, trying to press his body into his friend’s. But he was too tightly restrained.
Ian straddled him, satiating Brian’s desire and ground against his crotch, dry humping.
Brian groaned. Ian stopped and stood up quickly. Something had changed. The light fragrance of jasmine wafted past his nostrils.
Ian turned toward the open doorway, but Brian couldn’t see who was standing there. Ian nodded and held up a finger before turning back to Brian.
“Brian, are my terms agreeable?”
“Yes,” Brian was barely able to get the word out. His chest and cock brimmed with anticipation. He was starting to sweat.
“This also means that if I wish to share you or if I wish for you to watch me with someone else… you will comply.”
Brian’s heart leapt. This was more than he could have ever asked for. He loved to please his lovers, it was all he ever wanted. For Brian, the sole pleasure he received was from pleasing his Dominant. This far outweighed his own physical pleasure. The smile spreading across his face carried his answer.
“Jasmine, please come here,” Ian said to the woman at the door.
Jasmine walked over, clad tightly in leather and heels. She was painfully beautiful. Ink black hair that hung in thick braids down her back. Dark glowing skin and deep brown, unsmiling eyes. Full red lips puckered at the sight of him and then spread into a tight smile.
“Jasmine is a switch,” Ian informed Brian, “tonight she will do as I say.”
Jasmine nodded, excitement flickering in her gaze. Then she turned towards Ian, eagerly awaiting instructions, but Brian knew she was here because of Ian. Everyone wanted a piece of his best friend and who could blame them. Jasmine’s hip jutted out, her face was turned upward in eager anticipation.
“Can we all agree to use the predetermined safe words the club recommends? Green when everything is going well, yellow when there is some discomfort and red for stop?”
Both of them nodded.
“And condoms,” Ian pointed to the bowl next to the bed. “If needed.”
They both nodded again.
“I know that Brian is clean, we both got tested a few months ago, and he hasn’t had a sexual relationship since, but we all have to be smart.”
Jasmine’s nod was curt, almost professional. Brian recognized that that she had a similar tone to Delilah, his well paid Pro Dominatrix.
“I’m clean too, but insist on using condoms if there’s intercourse,” said Jasmine.
“Good, now Jasmine, come closer,” Ian demanded and Jasmine walked toward him slowly swaying her hips. She was quite magnificent, Brian couldn’t take his eyes off her and neither, it seemed, could Ian.
“Sit on the bed here,” Ian pointed to a spot by Brian’s waist and he stepped aside to let her pass.
She sat in front of Ian, her legs opening slightly, but Brian couldn’t see what delicious secrets lay between them.
Ian could, and his glance immediately traveled downward, staying there for a long moment. Jasmine shifted her weight and leaned forward, her barely covered breasts actually sprung free from a tightly laced leather corset. And they were magnificent. Dark nipples, already hard and full with desire. She grinned, leaning back so he could admire them as well.
Ian sucked in a sharp breath. “Mmm, those are…” but instead of finishing his sentence Ian reached out and cupped his hands over them, rubbing and squeezing. Jasmine’s head tilted back as her eyes closed.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned exquisitely.
Ian kneaded both breasts and then began plucking and twisting her nipples, which had hardened further in to the lovely size of a peanut.
Brian wanted to taste them, and the pressure of his cock pressing against his pants was uncomfortable.
Ian leaned down and took Jasmine’s mouth in his, his hands still fondling her breasts.
Brian pulled unsuccessfully against his ropes. He wanted to join the fun, but he loved watching too, just as much, maybe more. He loved the torture of it, the feeling of need mixing with want, mixing with desire. One of his favorite things was watching a lover of his being pleasured. As if on cue, Ian stood up but continued rolling and pinching Jasmine’s hard nipples.
“Oh,” she moaned again.
“Unzip my pants, Jasmine,” Ian demanded.
Jasmine’s deft fingers never wavered as she went to work unbuckling Ian’s leather buckle and then unzipping his very tight black jeans. She looked up at him eager for her next set of instructions. Her full red lower lip was in her mouth and she was sucking on it as Ian continued his relentless assault on her nipples. They reddened and grew impossibly bigger.
“Pull out my cock.”
Jasmine’s breath hitched as she reached back up and pulled Ian’s cock free from the confines of his jeans. He wore no underwear, making the visual even grander. It was a magnificent cock. Bigger than Brian was used to and slightly curved to the left.
“Suck it,” Ian demanded. The woman fell on his cock like it was ‘the last supper’.
“Mmm,” she moaned and garbled as she worked him.
Brian watched her throat move, swallowing excess saliva.
“Don’t swallow baby, let it out to cover your amazing tits.”
She complied, letting her saliva slip over her bottom lip and drip onto her breasts.
Ian massaged the liquid in and kept rubbing and tweaking while Jasmine worked hard to fit the entire length of Ian’s cock into her mouth.
He reached behind her head, slipping his fingers in at the crown and yanking her head back and off of him.
Jasmine didn’t utter a sound. She let go of his cock with her hands and looked up at Ian, patiently and silently waiting.
“Good girl, now put my cock in Brian’s mouth.”
Jasmine nodded and stood. She moved behind Ian and together they walked to the head of the bed.
Brian had thought his cock couldn’t get any harder. He was wrong. At the anticipation of Ian in his mouth, the muscle tightened and throbbed against the thin leather. He almost laughed, imagining it tearing right through.
Ian straddled him and Jasmine walked to the other side of the bed where she bent over, her breasts wavering in front of Brian’s face. Oh, how he wanted to grab and lick them. He strained against the ropes again and leaned his head forward.
Ian slapped him hard across the face. “You do not touch Jasmine unless I tell you to, is that clear sub?”
“Yes Master,” Brian tried to look away. They were so tempting. Before he could turn his head Jasmine maneuvered Ian’s cock toward his mouth. Brian strained to receive it. His mouth opened and his eyes misted over with excitement.
Jasmine placed Ian’s cock on Brian’s tongue as he stretched his head towards it, lapping.
“Jasmine, you will control my cock. You will feed it to Brian until he takes all of it down his throat, and then you will stand aside and wait for further instructions.”
“Yes Master,” Jasmine rubbed just the head of Ian’s cock on Brian’s tongue, in a circle. Brian moved in a circle too, keeping up with the motion. He tried to stretch his mouth over Ian’s cock but Jasmine pulled it back and out of his reach so he licked and licked and licked.
“That’s good,” Ian said through a moan, “Jasmine push me in, deeper.”
Jasmine plunged Ian’s cock hard into Brian’s mouth as he opened his throat to receive it. Ian pushed his cock in and out, to the depth of Brian’s being. His eyes started watering with the force, but he loved getting choked with cock. Brian lost himself in the moment, it was easy for him to go into subspace and he did, forgetting about his own needs and desires completely.
“Jasmine,” Brian heard Ian’s voice, but it sounded far away.
“Yes Master, awaiting your instructions Sir.”
“You will straddle Brian, unzip his pants and suck his cock. You will not let him come until I tell you to.”
“Yes Master.”
Brian felt Jasmine on top of his legs, but he had no idea what his own cock was doing anymore. When she unzipped his pants and grabbed it in her hands, all feeling and sensation rushed back. Hard. He groaned through Ian’s cock and pushed his own further into Jasmine’s hands. She stroked it like a pro before wrapping her warm, wet lips around him and sucking him deeply.
Brian wanted to wipe the sweat forming at his brow, he wanted to reach up and grab Ian, he wanted to lace his fingers through Jasmine’s hair. But he couldn’t do any of these things, and the frustration hit him suddenly. He bucked and strained for a minute before giving in to the incredible sensations. The mounting pleasure of giving and receiving at the same time.
He knew his eyes were rolled back in his head, he knew he was using whatever leeway the ropes allowed to fuck Jasmine’s mouth while his own mouth got fucked.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and he knew he was going to come. He hoped that Jasmine couldn’t tell and like a naughty boy he didn’t say a word, he couldn’t, he told himself, his mouth was full after all.
But right before he was about to climax, Jasmine bit down on the tip of his penis. Brian loved having his cock bitten, so it didn’t deflate him, but it did stop the impending orgasm and cause him to cry out in pleasure mixed with pain.
Jasmine resumed her task as if nothing had happened and Brian pressed deeply into her, as deep as he could. Ian’s cock swelled to its peak and Brian knew that his orgasm was seconds away. He tried to say something, to notify Jasmine, but he couldn’t speak as Ian jammed himself deep into Brian’s throat.
“Make Brian come for you now, Jasmine,” Ian’s voice, husky and laden with sex rang out.
Brian groaned beneath the heavy onslaught and bucked in place.
Ian ground hard and deep. So did Jasmine, doing her bit at the other end of his body. Right before Ian came though Jasmine slipped her hand under Brian’s ass and buried a finger deep inside.
The orgasm was hard and long, pumping into Jasmine’s mouth and down her throat at the exact same time Ian filled up Brian’s own mouth and throat. Brian was gulping to swallow it all, and Jasmine was gulping to swallow Brian’s flow.
His entire body weakened, but Jasmine kept sucking, hard and deep. It tickled, and he tried to push away but she refused to stop. He had ceased sucking on Ian, who collapsed on Brian’s face with his cock still in his mouth.
But Jasmine kept working until Brian swelled in her mouth once again. He moaned. Ian pull himself off and up and looked down as he crossed to Jasmine.
“Good girl, that’s it, make him hard again.”
Jasmine looked up at him with hungry eyes.
“Do you need your release?” Ian asked, almost mocking as he placed a hand between her legs, pushing her skirt up. Brian was still in no position to see her, but he wanted to, so badly.
“Can I taste her?” Brian asked.
Ian pulled his hand out and licked his fingers. “Oh she tastes so good.”
Brian could see her ass high in the air, her face buried between his legs.
“Please,” Brian begged, licking his lips.
“Turn around baby, let the sub suck on your pussy but do not, for one instant, let his cock out of your mouth.”
Jasmine turned around, maneuvering Brian’s cock as she did, twisting it in her warm cavern, her teeth scraping hard over the surface of his impossible bulge.
She positioned herself over Brian’s face. He wanted to spread her open with his hands, but he could not. He wanted to plunge his fingers inside of her, but instead she lowered her wet pussy onto his face and he plunged his tongue inside.
~Written by Rain Star © 2014
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