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Sandra stopped in the bathroom just off the stairs to dab her face with a cool wash cloth, and clean herself up a bit, then she hurried down the stairs to the study. She was still on the edge, and was trembling a bit from the stimulation from the pearl panties and her husband’s hand when she reached the bottom step.
The three men were sitting on the leather couch and easy chairs, divested of their jackets and ties, when she made her appearance. Her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed, and her breath coming a bit heavily. Her husband smirked as the other two men raked their gazes over her.
“There you are,” he said fondly, “we were just talking about you.” She squirmed as he continued, “Since your service this evening was impeccable, thereby leaving nothing for us to punish you for, we’ve decided to play a game instead.”
The men smiled, and he explained further, “We’re going to start with 30 blows. These two men are going to work to make to you come, and for every minute that you hold off from doing so, we’ll subtract one blow. So for instance, if you make it a whole fifteen minutes, you’ll cut your punishment by half. Do you understand?”
Oh, she understood alright. She now knew why he’d edged her upstairs, and blushed. Knowing he expected an answer, she replied, “Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Good girl!” he exclaimed, “Gentlemen, you may begin.”
Marcus came around, and sat on the edge of the large square ottoman, and motioned her over. She went to him on unsteady legs, and when she was in reach, he grabbed her hips, and held her still. Nate then moved in behind her, and abruptly pulled the chemise off over her head. Holding her tightly against him, his hands covered her breasts and kneaded them roughly. Marcus pulled her forward, and after pulling her panties off, he swiped her pussy with his tongue.
She glanced over at her husband, and found him leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching raptly on the couch as these two men had their way with her. Nate twisted and pulled at her nipples, causing her to cry out, as Marcus used his expert tongue on her, alternating between long strokes with it, or shocking her with quick, hard flicks on her clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she buckled slightly, but was easily caught by Nate, who slapped her breasts, and admonished her to be still.
She tried. She went over the most mundane things in her head to try and concentrate on anything BUT the immense pleasure these two men were giving her. Shopping lists, things at work she needed to get done, how she needed to get up in the attic and look for the serving platter her mother had asked her for. But it all came undone when Marcus worked two fingers inside of her and stroked her g-spot, while he began an unrelenting assault on her clit. She tried to shake free, but Nate threaded his arms through hers, pulling them back and holding her taut.
In no time, she came with a cry and a shudder, and slumped back against Nate in defeat. She felt him look over at her husband, and did the same, wondering at her fate.
“Seven minutes!” her husband exclaimed.
Nate laughed, and looked down at Marcus who was licking his lips clean, “Dude you owe me $20.00. She lasted two minutes longer than you said she would.”
Sandra blushed hotly while Marcus fished out his wallet, and slapped the bill into Nate’s hand with a grin, “It was worth it, she’s delicious.”
The men both turned quizzically to Ethan who motioned around to the assorted apparatus, “Use whatever you wish…she’s all yours.”
The men decided on the St. Andrew’s cross, and Nate walked her over to it, and strapped her in while Marcus shuffled through the armoire that housed all their toys. She wondered if her husband was going to participate at all, or if he was just going to observe. Marcus came back with a paddle, and Nate went over and picked up a crop.
“I did most of the work, so I get 13,” Marcus mentioned, and Nate agreed, then asked, “Do we make her count?”
“I think we should…Ethan speaks so highly of her discipline. Let’s see how well she does.”
Sandra tensed…with her husband, she knew what to expect, but with these new men she had no idea of how things would go. Still, she couldn’t help but notice how incredibly wet she was. But when Nate landed the crop on her ass with an incredibly hard *crack*, she cried out in genuine pain and shock before managing a tearful “One”.
Almost instantly her husband was there, quietly leading Nate to the side, and Marcus filled in, giving her two almost comically light swats with the paddle, which she dutifully counted. He then came up behind her, and rubbed the ugly weal to try and sooth it. He quietly asked, “Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“That blow was a bit too rough, but Ethan’s working it out. So, may I go a little harder?”
Sandra appreciated his concern and consideration, and nodded, “You may.”
Marcus moved his hand between her legs and gave her a few strokes that made her whimper, “Good girl,” he rumbled in her ear, causing her to shiver.
He stood back, and the next couple of blows he landed were pleasantly hard. Enough to bring her up on her toes, but wiggling her ass for more. Taking that as the encouragement it was, he finished up his 13, leaving her ass red and her slit dripping. As she’d counted along like she was supposed to, he rewarded her by kneeling between her legs, and lapping up her juices.
She sighed blissfully…the man really did love eating pussy, and as he did it expertly she wasn’t going to complain. After he’d gotten her all worked up again, he stood up and wet his index finger with her juices, and massaged around her asshole with it. In that low voice she was starting to really enjoy, he informed Sandra how anxious he was to fuck her there. With that he left her, and she let out a whimper of need which made him smile.
Marcus stepped back, and Nate took his place. She peeked, and saw that he’d swapped the crop for a flogger, and for that she was grateful. The flogger would still sting like hell, but it wasn’t nearly as concentrated as the crop was.
He didn’t waste any time, slashing the strands across her ass and she hissed, but with pleasure this time. Noting this, he struck first one cheek, than the other, and then he flicked it between her legs. The strands licked at her pussy, and she let out a moan. It was obvious Nate liked it rough, and she looked forward to that when it came to him fucking her.
Thinking of that caused her to lose count, and when Nate finished his 10 blows, her husband came up to take his place. “Five penalty swats from me, my darling,” he chuckled, “I can’t have you making me look bad in front of my friends.”
Ethan had taken over the crop from Nate, and he landed the kinds of blows on her ass that she knew to expect. When he’d finished, he dropped the crop and ran his hands soothingly down her ass and legs then released her ankles, and then ran them up her body and up her arms to release her wrists. He spun her around and captured her lips in a kiss that left her breathless.
“Your ass is so beautiful right now,” he grumbled, “red, striped, and so very hot,” He ran his hands over her cheeks and kneaded them roughly as she gasped. “But now it’s time to take care of our guests. Don’t forget to make yourself something too.”
He motioned her to the small bar, and told her what the men were drinking. She made up the drinks, and served the men, then got herself a glass of water. She was thirsty, and grateful for the break. While the men chatted and enjoyed their drinks, she knelt gingerly on the ottoman in front of them and sipped at hers.
Sandra hopped to her feet when the men finished, and collected their glasses and brought them back to the bar. When she turned, she saw her husband had put a pillow on the floor, and motioned for her to kneel on it. She did as instructed, and their guests stood. Her mouth watered at the thought of what was coming next. She loved sucking cock, and her husband had praised her technique more than once. Now she’d be able to show off to her new lovers.
Speaking of her husband, she glanced at him questioningly. He motioned her over, “Are you alright, darling?” he asked.
“Yes, I just…” she bit her lip, and hesitated.
He leaned over and tilted her head up, “Just what?”
“I thought you were going to join in.”
He kissed her gently, “I will, baby…when I feel the time is right. Now let’s not keep the gentlemen waiting any longer.”
He took her hand and led her back over to the cushion, and she knelt again dutifully. She turned to Nate first…she wanted to let him know there were no hard feelings. She undid his belt buckle, then his pants. He kicked off his shoes, and while he stepped out of his pants, he removed his shirt as well. With him naked in front of her, she looked up appreciatively. His body was finely chiseled, and he looked down at her and smiled as she ran her hands over his torso, before resting them on his hips. His cock was semi-hard, and she gauged it at just above average size, and definitely…girthy. Sandra loved feeling a softer cock get hard in her mouth, but still she hesitated. She hadn’t given another man a blow job since she and Ethan had started dating. She glanced around Nate at him, and he gave her a wink and a nod.
With his approval, she looked back up at Nate, and holding his gaze she ran her tongue up his length then slowly worked him into her mouth. As she began to suck him, he reached down and released the barrette holding her ponytail, letting her long hair fall down her back. He grabbed two handfuls of it and used it to hold her head steady. She braced her hands on his thighs, knowing from his actions that he wanted to fuck her mouth.
He plunged forward, bumping the back of her throat, and she had to pull back a bit, as tears stung her eyes. “Come on,” Nate urged, “you can do better than that, girl. Take it all down.”
After a couple of shallow thrusts, he moved forward again. Slower this time, but unrelenting. Sandra took a deep breath, and relaxed her throat as she’d trained herself to do, allowing him passage. She let out a muffled moan as his public hair tickled her nose. He held her there for a few moments, then pulled out slightly and back in again. She was ready for him, and swallowed as he moved forward so her throat massaged his cock.
He moaned, “Good girl, oh yeah…that feels amazing.”
She felt a rush of pleasure at this words, and as he thrust into her mouth a few more times, she allowed herself to wonder what the other men were doing. She didn’t have long to wait, as a few minutes later Marcus spoke up.
“Damn, man…you gonna let me have a turn at her pretty mouth, or what?”
Nate released her hair, and eased her off his cock, “Looks like it’s Marcus’ turn, little lady,” he leaned down and brushed away a stray tear, “but I’ll be back for that wet pussy of yours.” He stood and she glanced at her husband to find him adjusting his cock through his pants. She turned her head to find Marcus already undressed and sitting on the ottoman waiting.
He crooked his finger at her, “Come here, baby girl,” he crooned. Sandra smiled, and crawled over to him. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
There was nothing soft about Marcus’ cock, as it stood proudly away from his body. The ebony column was long and slim, and she licked her lips at the sight of it. She knelt up, and wrapped her hand around it, stroking it softly. She swirled her tongue around the plush tip, then lowered her head to engulf him. The angle wasn’t ideal for deep throating him, but he didn’t seem to mind. She hollowed her cheeks as she raised up, then sank back down. He lay back, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch.
She heard Nate ask her husband a question, but didn’t pay much mind, as she was enjoying Marcus’ cock too much. So she was surprised when she felt Nate’s hands lift up her ass, and chilly lube dribble down her crack. She gasped as his finger invaded her ass, then groaned as he started to move it slowly in and out. He added another, gently working them inside her until she relaxed. He removed his fingers, and she expected his cock next, but was surprised when one of the heftier plugs from their collection was slowly eased in instead. It was glass, and the rod had been wrapped in a spiral that always sent little shivers through her. Her husband jokingly called it the ice cream cone.
She shuddered as the ring of muscle stretched around it, then closed tight around the base. She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open, then Nate slipped it over his cock. His hands kneaded her tender ass, and she moaned. The vibrations caused Marcus to lift his hips, driving his cock into her mouth, and she moaned again.
Nate moved his hands to her hips, and gripped them tightly as he entered her pussy. She lifted her head and cried out at the feeling of having both her holes filled, then Marcus put his hand on the back of her head and urged her back down onto his length.
As Nate began to fuck her – he was rough just as she’d expected him to be – the pleasure grew inside her. He reached around her to pluck at her clit, but not enough to let her come. He then gripped the base of the plug and twisted it, causing it to ripple inside of her.
She released another muffled cry, and that drove Nate to plow into her even harder. He leaned over her, “I hope you ready,” he growled, then pulled out of her and tossed a condom to Marcus, who lifted her off of his dick. He slid his condom on, then grabbed her hair, and pulled her up on top of him. He entered her pussy in one swift motion, and began to saw inside of her. Nate lubed up his cock, then gripped the base of the plug, and slowly pulled on it until it was halfway out and held it there a long moment. She keened as it stretched her wide, then he removed it completely, and eased his cock into her ass.
Tears flowed as the two men took her. As one would enter her, the other pulled out. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Marcus kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples, and Nate scratched at the stripes on her ass. She was close to the edge of release, and needed that last little nudge to push her over. Suddenly, she saw Ethan’s face in front of her.
“Come for me,” he ordered. His words flipped a switch inside her, and she came with a cry. The men inside her gasped as she gripped them both tightly, her muscles spasming around them. Then Ethan stood, and his cock was in front of her.
She opened her mouth dutifully, and he eased it in. As she sucked him, she felt herself letting go into her subspace. The place where she let herself be used without worry, without thought. Where all she felt was sheer pleasure at being fucked so thoroughly.
“Fuck!” Nate exclaimed as he pounded into her a couple more times then came with a grunt. He caught his breath, then pulled out slowly. Sandra moaned as he moved away and pulled the condom off.
“Time to switch,” Ethan said to Marcus as Nate toweled off, pulled on his pants, and sat down on the couch. Ethan rolled on a condom, then helped Sandra off of Marcus who then stood up. Ethan took his place and pulled her down on top of him, burying his cock inside her. She felt the tip of Marcus’ dick bump against her asshole, then slide inside. It was easier this time as she was already relaxed, but the feeling of complete fullness was the same.
Ethan pulled her against him, and the two men started another relentless assault of her body. At this point she was nothing more than a vessel for them to fuck, so let herself concentrate on the sensation of them moving in tandem inside her.
“Help her come,” Ethan suggested to Marcus, who reached around and found her clit. His touch sent a shock through her, and she gasped. “Stroke her roughly,” her husband added.
Marcus did just that. The pleasure he elicited bordered on pain, and the co-mingling feelings drove her to another bone-shaking climax. Ethan stilled and held her tightly as Marcus drilled into her through her contracting ring. She buried her face in her husband’s shoulder and screamed as she felt Marcus expand inside her, and he came with a groan.
When he pulled out, Sandra whimpered. Ethan lifted her head to check on her. He liked what he saw. Tears streaked her face, leaving tracks of mascara behind. Her pupils were blown, and her eyes were glassy. Her lipstick was smudged, and her mouth hung open as she breathed heavily. He moved his cock slowly, and her eyes closed and she shuddered.
“Please…” she murmured, “I want you to use me too. Fuck my ass.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded, “I want to feel you come in me.”
“Turn over,” he ordered, “lay on your back on top of me, and spread your legs.”
Sandra turned her body, braced herself up with her arms, and lifted her legs, opening herself wide. He took off the condom, wrapped his hands around her thighs, and slid his cock into her ass. He began to buck roughly into her, and she cried out. She looked over to see their guests watching closely, and under normal circumstances would have been appalled to be seen by others in such a position, but now it was an utter turn on.
Marcus spoke up, “May I?”
Ethan agreed, and Marcus sauntered over. He put his hands on her thighs, and Ethan moved his to her waist. The other man leaned over, and dragged his tongue along her slit. He lapped up her considerable juices, and she knew being held so tightly was the only thing keeping her from thrashing about wildly. As her husband drove his cock hard into her ass, Marcus teased her clit.
“You’re such a little tramp,” her husband growled, “look at you. Lying here with my cock up your ass, getting your pussy eaten out by another man. You’re a slut, begging to have your ass filled with my come. Look at our other guest with his cock out watching you act like a dirty whore. Nate, get over here, and let this whore suck your cock.”
Nate smirked, and stood up. She shivered…Ethan’s talk just made her even wetter, and Marcus couldn’t be happier. He sucked her labia into his mouth, and drank her juices down. Nate gripped her head, and shoved his length into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly.
She was in a state of bliss she’d never experienced before. The pleasure she was feeling was indescribable. She felt wanton, used, abused, and if she weren’t getting so tired, she felt like she’d never want it to end.
Ethan’s fingers plucked painfully at her nipples, while Nate fucked her mouth, and Marcus worked her pussy. Nate finally groaned and pulled out of her mouth, and with a couple of quick strokes came with a splatter all over her belly. Marcus sucked her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and she came with a screech, setting off Ethan’s climax as he pumped his cum into her with a cry.
Marcus came around and once again her mouth was filled with cock. She bobbed her head frantically, wanting to get her other new lover off one more time. He grabbed her head and held it still, and worked his cock down her throat, and fucked it roughly until she struggled. He pulled out, and while she frantically caught her breath he shot his cum on her tits.
The four of them stayed where they were for a moment, then their two guests asked to clean up. Ethan pointed them to the guest bathrooms both in the basement and upstairs, and the men headed out. That left Ethan and Sandra alone.
He helped her sit up, and he sat up as well, wrapping his arms around her, cradling her back against his chest. It was messy, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, “YOU were amazing.”
Sandra didn’t say anything, but she was shaking, and he knew she was crying. She usually did after an intense session, and this had been far more intense than anything they’d done before.
“Are you OK?” he asked, concern coloring his words.
“I’m fine,” she answered, her voice shaky, “I’m just suddenly so tired.”
“Come on, let’s get you in the tub.”
He carried her upstairs to their master bath, and turned on the water getting it nice and hot. He added some Epsom salts, and helped her in. He slipped on some sweatpants and left momentarily to see Nate and Marcus out, the two men thanking him profusely for such an enjoyable evening. He got a couple of glasses of wine, and went back to the bathroom, finding Sandra sprawled bonelessly in the tub. She took the wine gratefully, and as she sipped it, Ethan hopped in the shower and cleaned himself up.
When he was dried off, he went over to the tub and soaped up a washcloth, and began to wash her body. She let him do this without protest. Frankly she was just too sore and too tired to do so. He was gentle with her, and when she was clean he helped her stand up. He wrapped a towel around her, and let the water out of the tub, then dried her off.
When she was dry he led her to bed. She was falling asleep before he could even pull up the covers over her. He slid in beside her, and drew her close. She gasped as her tender behind made contact with him, but settled once his arm went around her. Ethan knew she’d want to talk about everything, but figured that could wait until morning. He relaxed, and sleep overcame them both.
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