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I ALWAYS want to give a special thank you to my muse, my inspiration, my co-collaborator, Aruna! She is the source of the spark (and the special twist) This will be a series, and hopefully the moderators help me get that set up right.
There are various elements to this series: Fetish, Cuckold, Lesbian, Erotic Couplings, a little BDSM, etc., however I think unquestionably it is first and foremost a Fetish story. I hope you enjoy it, and I welcome constructive criticism.
Chapter 10
Kareena took my hand again, and walked me towards the hot tub. The area was set apart from the rest of the pool area by a short fence and shrubbery on three sides, and there were some very comfortable deck chairs, a small table, and a chaise lounge arranged around it. The semi-seclusion gave it a cozy, intimate atmosphere at night, but right now it was still broad daylight.
Kareena turned towards me, her hands going to my hips and pulling me against her. She kissed me, slowly, and I felt the fires of my desire ignite at her touch. I wondered at how she and her husband had learned to switch my desire on as if it were no more complex than a bedroom light switch.
As she kissed me, she took her right hand and slid it upward, cupping my left breast, then squeezing it, her thumb and forefinger quickly locating and tweaking my hardening nipple through my gauzy, sleeveless summer top. I gasped, leading her to smile, and then her lovely fingers slid sensuously up, teasing over my collar bone, then slid behind my neck she’d brought me to the edge a dozen times or more during the drive, each time denying me my release.
“No, Mistress, I never got to,” I responded, pouting just a little bit. I was hoping I could entice her to rectify that problem.
“Why not, my little toy? Didn’t you want to cum?”
“Yes, Mistress, I did. But you…you didn’t allow me to.”
“No, I didn’t, did I? My, that wasn’t very nice of me, was it, Pet?” I didn’t know how to answer that, so I didn’t. “I suppose you’d like me to correct that oversight, wouldn’t you?” she asked me.
“Y-yes, Mistress. If you’d like to, that is,” I replied. Submissiveness was beginning to flow fromme as easily as my sweat in the late afternoon Florida heat.
“Well….” Kareena began, turning towards one of the chairs, and taking the cushion from one and dropping it on the deck in front of the other. “There’s just one small problem with that,” she continued. She pulled off her blouse, revealing that she was braless beneath it. “See, you’re not the only one who got hot and horning from all of that little show of yours,” she explained as she took a seat on the chair that still had padding. She pulled downward on my hair, drawing me down with her, and I sank to my knees on the other cushion.
“So,” she brought her right knee up, laying it over the arm of the chair, then laid back. This effectively brought my head forward as she reclined, and she pushed it down towards her crotch. With her free hand, she pulled her filmy skirt up to her waist, revealing her bright yellow panties, which were much darker at the bottom of the V. I inhaled deeply.
She smelled of musky sweat from the heat and humidity, and I realized that she had been active for several hours. Before picking me up, she had played tennis at a country club, I remembered. I was thinking she did not shower; then I realized that of course she hadn’t, because she knew my desires. What she had prepared was a feast for my senses.
“You like, Pet?” she teased, pushing my face down so that my lips touched her wet panties. “I know you do,” she replied to her own query. “But before you can taste me there, I think I need you to give me a little bath. What do you say, Pet?”
And with that, she raised both of her arms and locked her hands behind her head, treating me to the sight of her bare underarms. I knew without even getting close that her scent was going to overload my senses. It was a feast of the most delicious of Indian cuisine, spread out before me like a smorgasbord.
I proceeded to dine on the buffet laid out before me. I began by kissing a path up her belly, tracing my path with my tongue, leaving a wet trail as if to mark the path back down to the treasure she was making me forego for the moment. I paused at her navel, a narrow but sensuous innie, and I dipped the tip of my tongue into it.
From there I headed to her right breast, nuzzling beneath it with my nose, lifting slightly, inhaling deeply though the scent of her sweat was faint here. Nonetheless, I carefully traced the curve of the seam where the breast met the rib cage. Sweaty bursa escort or not, it was delicious, because it was my Mistress’s breast.
I slowly made circles of decreasing diameter around her breast, slowly closing in on the dark areola, then flicking my tongue briskly back and forth over her dark nipple. It quickly stiffened, and I gave it a quick suck before moving to the left breast to repeat my worship of her.
I had learned much about my Mistress; she and P were my favorite subjects in my sexual education. I knew that her left nipple was even more sensitive, or at least more directly connected to her sexual excitement. I spent a little more time on this side, and when I finally took her nipple in my mouth, I sucked a little harder, a little longer. I was rewarded by the sound of her sucking in a breath, and groaning as I gripped the hard but between my teeth and pulled lightly without breaking suction.
From here, I kissed and licked my path across her rib cage towards her left armpit. The nearer I got, the stronger her scent, and the aroma stirred my passion. It was my turn to groan when she reached over with her right hand and pushed my nose against her pit.
“Lick it, Pet. Smell it. Smell me. Worship your mistress! Serve me, serve that kinky lust you have. You love this, don’t you, Pet?”
As I sniffed and licked, the taste of her flesh, though dry, still bore the saltiness of her sweat. Her musk may have dissipated in the shade of the porch, but out here in the direct sunlight of the pool area, she was beginning to heat up again.
My thirst for her in no way slaked, I parted with one pit and headed to the other, kissing, nibbling and licking my way across her collarbones, delightfully pronounced on her fit frame. I paused in the middle to rain little kisses on her lips, but I soon rejoined the journey to her right side.
It was around this time that I felt a shadow cross over me; I could tell because the sun’s heat was broken up. I didn’t look back or even up; I knew it was P behind me.
“You know, Kareena, There is just something sweet about the classic Latina bottom.” He spanked my right cheek; not hard, just enough to feel a little sting through the thin skirt. I moaned into his wife’s armpit, but didn’t stop my attention to her flesh. In the heat, she began to sweat, and those trickles…
Behind me, P lifted my skirt up, pushed it up above my bottom. He spanked that right side again, and this time the slap sound was sharper because it was skin on skin.
“What’s the Spanish word, Sarah? ‘Culo’? Tu culo es magnifico,” he told me, and then he gave the left side a warming spank, too.
I pulled back from Mistress just enough to respond, “Gracias, Maestro.”
He chuckled. “Mmmm, and what do we have here?” He ran his hand, palms up, along my sex from behind, just enough contact to give him clear evidence of my desire. Oh, and to turn my thermostat up to a thousand degrees.
“Oh, P! Please, please touch me! Mistress has been mean to me,” I told him, tattling on the beautiful lover beneath me. I looked at her as I said it, daring her to deny my accusation, and hoping she’d treat me like the brat I was being.
“It’s true, love, I haven’t let her cum yet. She’s supposed to be earning that now, but I guess she chooses to try to go around my authority.” She stuck her tongue out at me, but then smiled at me. “I may have to deal with our employee’s insubordination…” she threatened.
Master’s fingers were pressing upward more deeply along my slit. I could hear the wet sounds as he ran them back and forth, not trying to enter me, just stirring my fires. With each push, his fingertips at the end of the stroke stroked around my swollen bud before sliding back. Each quick little circle around my clit just added to my horny hunger, and I was soon moaning like an addict longing for a needle.
“Well, before we move to disciplinary action,” P offered from behind me, “perhaps the matter needs a little probe,” and on his next slide forward, he slid two fingers just a little higher, and entered me in one push. “An executive probe,” he specified as he stroked those fingers in and out.
My Mistress put both her hands on top of my head and pushed me down, away from her armpit back down towards where I really wanted to be. I pressed my nose into her slit through the panties, which were now practically dripping, and nuzzled up and down her sex a couple of times.
“You may be on to something, my dear,” she said to her love above my head. “Perhaps a little direct counseling is in order,” bursa eskort bayan she said, lifting her hips to allow me to slide the sodden and silky undergarments under her bottom. They stuck to her wetness obscenely before releasing, and now she stuck both legs up in the air to let me slide them down to just below her knees. I kissed and licked along her silky skin as they went, then back up them. She dropped her calves over my shoulders, effectively using the panties around her knees to trap me to her.
I lowered my face to my Mistress’ pussy and inhaled. Her desire was as evident as my own was, and I wasted no time in indulging my thirst for her. I licked from bottom to top, the tip of my tongue curled up to scoop up her juices. Reaching her clit, I could not resist giving it some teasing, swirling my tongue around it slowly, then clamping my lips around it.
As I tended to her pussy, they continued to speak above me as if I wasn’t there.
“I think she could probably be fine with some form of oral reprimand,” P stated. “I mean, it seems like that normally motivates her well,” he continued. “There’s something to be said for the power of the tongue…” At that point, he bent down, sticking his tongue right up my own dripping hole. He was rewarded for that by me wiggling my hungry pussy back at his tongue. He indulged me for just a few moments, then pulled away, giving me another spank, this time on the left cheek. I yipped a little at that, but Kareena’s hands pulled me firmly back against her sex, muffling my complaint. I proceeded to give her my all, using everything I had ever had done to me or seen in porn. It didn’t take long for my labors to have effect.
“Yesss…” she hissed as my tongue flitted back and forth rapidly across her sensitive bud. “I do think…a good…tongue lashing…is in order…here…OH! OH! OHGOD OHGOD! OHHHHH!!!!”
And just like that, she went crashing over the edge, thrusting her wet pussy against my mouth even as she writhed, my head held tightly and following her gyrations. My mouth flooded with her lust, which came not as a squirt but as a flash flood. I drank of her lust as if it was an oasis in the desert.
Just as she hit her crest, as I focused all of my attention on my Mistress’s pleasure, P, who had grasped my left hip firmly in hand, in a swift smooth show of superior cockmanship, lodged his cock against my own wet portal and pushed his way in. The effect was that even as I maintained a liplock on his wife’s moving sex, my eyes flew open as his prodigious prong barged its way in.
Fortunately, he stopped once he had the first few inches in. I think he just wanted to take advantage of the timing, to see if I could maintain my focus on my Mistress and her pleasure. I did release a rather unladylike groan into her sex, and was rewarded for the extra vibration with another twitch from her hips.
As her hips began to settle back down, I tried to follow her, but at that moment, Master, a hand on either of my hips now, pulled me back against him firmly, stuffing me with another 3 or 4 inches of his thick meat.
“AHHH!!!” I couldn’t contain it now; his invasion still stretched me every time he took me, and it never failed to take my breath away. He already had more cock in me that Matt could provide on his best day, and I knew without looking he had more to give me.
And I knew he would give it to me.
“Oh, Fuck, Master! Your cock…so fucking big! Please! Give me a minute to get used to it!” I turned to look back at him, biting my lip and giving him my best “Have mercy on me” look. Which, of course, I knew would lead immediately to him NOT having mercy on me or on my little kitty. I locked eyes with him, and he gave me that million dollar smile even as he simultaneously pulled back on my hips and pushed forward with his lips.
“SHHHIII…OhFUCK that cock is so fucking big, Master!” I knew I had all of him; I could feel his skin firmly against mine, all the way up to where his member met my stretched pussy lips. He gave me a few moments to accommodate him before he began to rock in and out of me.
I’d had P’s massive dick in me several times by now, and I certainly had an easier time now than I did the first time he took me, right here on this same pool deck. It wa always a shock at first; you can’t expect a passage that at rest would be snug on a hot dog to just immediately be invaded by a massive salami without taking your breath away a bit.
But it was getting easier to adjust. Since that first time, I’d ridden P’s cock in his office chair, had him absolutely rail me from behind while I was bent over his desk, and he had taken me on half the furniture in their home. He’d brought sounds out of my mouth I didn’t know I could produce.
So it wasn’t long before I was rocking back against him, unsheathing him a few inches then taking him to the hilt. He matched my enthusiasm, beginning to piston those sexy hips of his, and soon I could hear the wet slurping sounds of our coupling that was so embarrassing the first time I heard it. Now, it just made me hotter.
“You see, Honey?” P said to his wife, who now sat up before me, one hand tweaking my nipples as my breasts swung back and forth. “I knew having this staff meeting was a good idea!” he joked as he fucked me relentlessly.
“Yes,” she answered, running her hands through my sweaty hair. “It seems like staff morale is good,” she laughed. “We might have to make this a regularly scheduled event.”
The sun was still baking down on me, but I was happy to bake like a potato as long as Master kept fucking me with his magnificent “staff.”
“Yes…sir…I can…assure…you…” I struggled to speak, breathe and fuck back, but I wanted to carry on the humorous train. “Employee…loyalty…is running…deep…SOO deep!… I think…it’s…it’s…cumming…cumming along…..Oh, God, please…Sir, Can I please…Please…sir…Can your Pet cum? Please??” I was begging. Kareena had edged me for what seemed like hours, and then submitting to her, postponing my own pleasure to serve hers, that had only fueled my desires. Now, I was desperate for release. Desperate enough to beg.
“I don’t know, Pet. I don’t know if you’ve gotten the POINT,” he drove hard into me as he said the last word, “of this EXERCISE.” His hard thrusts pushed little yelps from my mouth, sounds which Mistress stifled with a deep kiss.
Mistress rose from before me, sliding her hand along my sweaty back as she moved to stand beside her husband. I felt her slender fingers sculpt along my hips, over the right side of my bottom, which was rippling from the impact of her husband’s hips colliding into mine at an ever more feverish pace.
“Maybe we should do her review, P. Take a look at her performance as of late. Shall we?” I looked back, saw her kissing him, and I got a twinge of jealousy, though I wasn’t sure which one I was most jealous of.
“Excellent idea, Kareena! So, let’s start off with the pros, shall we?”
“Well, let’s see. She followed instructions pretty well on the drive over here today. She stuck to the plan; well, she stuck to my plan, anyway.”
“That’s a good start. A good employee has to be able to take direction well,” he said, and he almost sounded as if he really were assessing my business skills rather than my cock-taking abilities.
“And she showed some initiative today, too. She told off that nagging boyfriend of hers, put him in his place.”
“Good leadership skills, then,” P agreed, but I could hear the strain in his voice. He was pounding away at me now. It was everything I could do, took all my concentration not to cum as he did his imitation of a pile driver. “Always…looking for…strong leaders…” he panted.
“She even went above and beyond the call of duty, flashing those gorgeous tits at a trucker on I-95. Though, honestly, that might be construed as a con, you know,” offered Mistress. “Creating an unsafe work environment, well, I mean, for him, anyway,” she giggled. “The poor man about had a heart attack, looking at those beautiful breasts.”
A spank, a lighter one, landed on the right cheek of my bouncing ass, and I was pretty sure it was her hand that had delivered it, especially when it was followed by a more substantial smack on the other side from Master.
“Hmmm…that could be…dangerous…” grunted Master.
“Oh, please, Master! Please, Mistress! Please, please let me cum!” I begged. I was so afraid I was going to fail them, to cum without permission. I couldn’t bear the idea of disappointing them, but I couldn’t, just couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Still,” continued Mistress, and I could feel her fingers begin to delve between the cheeks of my bottom. “I think I could get…behind…the idea of promoting her.”
Soon, I felt the tip of one of her fingers, toying around my anus. I didn’t do anal, or at least, I hadn’t; not in a long time, anyway. The idea of taking P’s massive tool back there was terrifying; I had visions of humiliating conversations with nurses and doctors in the E.R.
I also know that I wouldn’t, couldn’t deny him that if he demanded it.
Today, though, it was just my Mistress’s fingers there, and as she spoke, she pushed one finger inside me. She wiggled it, not thrusting in and out of me, just wiggling it as P drove both of us towards completion. I still didn’t have permission to cum, though.
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