Pushing

I trembled.

I couldn’t help it.

Byron’s arrival loomed over me, more intimidating that his own presence.

Cassandra waited in the living room.  My reflection stared back at me, wide-eyed and pale with bright spots on my cheeks.  I couldn’t deny I was terrified.  My short, silk robe sent a cascade of goosebumps down my body as I slid into it, my clothes folded and left in a neat pile on the bureau.

The lump in my throat seemed determined to choke me.

“Jessica.”

My eyes shot to meet hers in the mirror and a brief flare of panic stole my breath.  ”Come, sweetling,” Cassandra said, her voice gentle but brooking no argument. I followed her, kneeling beside her when she sat on the edge of her armchair.

“You can say “no”, Jessica.”  My gaze shot up to hers and my stomach dropped.  I shook my head, denying that was what I wanted.  She reached out and caught me in her grasp, cupping my face between her hands, forcing my eyes to hers and pinning me in place with her blue gaze.  She pulled me closer, waiting as I slid my knees across the floor until I was between her knees.  ”You can, my pet,” she whispered.  Four months of loving this woman taught me there were pitfalls in her confidence, where anxiety could drag her down.

“I don’t want to say no,” I managed to say in a bare whisper.  I still trembled.

Her thumb stroked my cheekbone and my body shimmered at the caress.  ”Do you think I’ll hurt you?” she asked gently.  I shook my head, my lips parting in a sigh as her touch shifted, sliding down my neck, over my shoulders, and back up to my nape.  ”Do you want me inside you?”

I think I felt my eyes dilate.  I gasped and my cunt flexed, tightening around nothing.  ”Yes, my Lady,” I answered, breathless.  I heard the front door open and close.  A draft of air tightened my nipples into taut buds.  At least, that’s what I blamed it on, a breeze and not the thought of Byron’s arrival.

“This is about me and you, sweetling,” Cassandra continued, drawing my attention back to her.  ”Not Byron.”  Her eyelids fluttered when she said his name.  My Mistress pulled me into her and kissed me.

My skin pebbled, bared to the cool air of the room, when she pulled back at last.  Her tongue traced the line of my lips; she sat back, relaxed.  ”Say hello to Byron, Jessica.”

The sight of him sent my gut plunging.  He stood watching me, a tumbler of whiskey clasped in his long fingered hand, a slight smile on his lips.  His crisp white linen shift hung open, sleeves rolled up to expose well tanned and muscled forearms, bare feet peeking out from the cuffs of his well-worn jeans.  He looked like he walked out of a denim ad.  I hated that I wanted him instantly.  It felt like a betrayal.

“Hello, Byron,” I said, my voice rough and needy.  His lips quirked deeper, revealing the lone dimple in his left cheek.

“Good evening, Jessica.”

~*~

I focused.  Slick juices coated my tongue, lips, chin and dripped down my neck.  An ottoman held my ass in the air but I’d long lost track of tonight’s purpose in my desire for my Mistress.  She rewarded my efforts with low moans and soft sighs.  With no instruction to make her come I lapped and sucked and slid my tongue into her in turn.  Somewhere near Byron watched.  I knew he was close; I could smell him.  The combination of the two dominants in the room did strange things to my mind and body; I’d long ceased to think about them.

My predicament came back to me in a rush when Cassandra’s fingers tightening in my hair.  ”Byron, would you be a dear and slide this into her, please?”

His low chuckle stroked my nerves and I twitched, my muscles flexing, when his hands smoothed over the curves of my ass.  ”I would be happy to.”  Blood rushed to my face; he pushed my knees apart, spreading me.  The chill slickness of lube on my dark rosebud made me gasp into Cassandra’s cunt.  My cheeks heated still further and she stroked her fingers against my scalp.

“We must open you up if I’m to fuck you, sweetling.” Her voice, low and sultry, sent a shiver down my spine that Byron’s used to his advantage, sliding a finger inside.  My clit pulsed in time with my heartbeat.  I’d experimented with anal play before, with Cassandra, even, before our relationship changed.  I knew I liked it, but there’s a vast difference between a finger or two and what I felt was in store.  My body tightened as I considered.

“Relax, Jessica.”  Byron’s voice made me groan and my Mistress freed my head, rising.  Before I could think, react, a blindfold slipped over my eyes.

The shudder that took my body from head to toe left me gasping.  ”Stop, Jessi,” she said, her lips close enough to my ear to kiss.  ”Just let go, just be, just enjoy.  Stop thinking.   I can hear those thoughts tumbling.”  The finger in my ass stroked steadily along with her words and I moaned when a second was added.  ”Good girl,” she whispered and her fingers slid down my spine in a caress.  A mewl slipped from my lips when Byron pulled his fingers free.  ”My sweet wanton one,” she said and Byron pressed something cool and smooth against me, “take it for me.”

The pressure increased and I keened as it opened me, stretched me.  ”Take it,” she said again spurring me on as I leaned back into it.  Byron grunted from behind me when the thickest part slid into me and my body pulled the rest inside.  Cassandra hummed in pleasure and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.  A finger; her finger? his?;  found my clit and swirled around it in slow circles. “Come, my pet.”

Against my will I exploded, blooms of colors staining the inside of my eyelids, my cunt tightening around nothing, ass tightening around the plug, the sensation exquisite and overwhelming.  Behind the blindfold I was free to love it, to surrender to being her toy, to his involvement.

Push ~ The Call

I had my cock buried in Kate’s throat when my cell rang.  She jumped at the sound, as much as she could, anyway, sitting on her knees with her ands and elbows tied behind her back.  I kept her head pressed to me with one hand while accepting the call with the other. Kate in particular got off on being used like just another piece of furniture, or an appliance, so the enthusiasm of her sucking increased after the initial startlement.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Darling, I have a favor to ask.”

Cassandra. And a favor. The next, last, logical favor. My cock twitched in Kate’s mouth,  and I pulled her back and fucked into her once more, harder than before.

“You know how I feel about favors, my dear.”

“That’s why I called.”

I had hoped this call would be coming, but one never knows. Cassi shares what she is ready to share, and no more. Her voice, however, had an odd catch to it this time over the line,

”But tell me, what are you doing right now?”

“Your ears miss nothing, Byron,” I would have had to have been deaf not to hear the purr in her voice. “In fact, my pet’s lovely mouth is also busy as we are talking right now.”

“Ahh, so she is there, and has just heard you ask me for this next favor.”

“Yes. Exactly.”

I fucked Kate’s mouth now, slowly, deeply, using her with an enthusiasm I’m sure she appreciated, and that I had neither show nor felt for some time.

“Does she know what it is?”

“No, not yet.”

“And are you planning on keeping it a surprise until I come over?”

“No, I think she should know.”

I heard Cassi’s breath stutter just a bit, and imagined the effect the half-conversation was having on Jessica, trying to do her job between Cassi’s legs.

“I think that’s best.”

The building of anticipation, the desire – the need for Jessica to think about this next, almost last step was indeed quite important.

“She’s still a little scared of you, you know.”

“I’d thought after last time…”

“Oh, she loves your cock, don’t get me wrong. Her little cunt twitches if I even mention you. But your… intensity… scares her.”

“Mmm,” I fucked faster now, jerking my hips forward and ramming down her throat.  Her muffled sounds told me I was using her exactly as she wanted to be used; I getting just what I wanted out of it, too. I also knew right then that this would be Kate’s and my last time together. I’d have to pick that realization apart later. “You’re a flatterer. And I bet her cheeks are flaming red right now.”

“Let me look. Head up dear… Yes. Yes they are. Wet and shining and red. Back to work, Pet.”

“Oh, you are so very wicked, Cassandra,” I was thinking about the two of them now, Kate’s mouth my proxy for Jessica’s cunt while she ate out her Mistress.

“Byron, I’m going to take Jessi’s ass.

I didn’t answer at first, listening to see if I could hear the effect of Cassi’s words over the phone. I’m sure I heard a little squeak.

“And I want you there. To witness, to help.”

I didn’t answer immediately again, because I was busy coming down Kate’s throat.

After a long, slow exhale, I answered.

“Yes, Cassandra. I would be more than happy to help with that.”

“Wonderful, darling.” Her words were breathier. Cassi was nearing climax, I could tell.

“When?” I asked

“Do you have any plans for this weekend?”

“Not anymore.”

“Good.  Good. Ohh Good girl,” I smiled at the last, Cassi’s voice directed at Jessica, as my gaze fell to Kate’s pink tongue licking up the last drops from me. The little puddle under her declared her own gratification from the exchange.

“I’ll let you get back to business, my dear. See you Friday evening, Cassandra.”

“Yes, yesss. And give… who is it? Kate, I’m guessing? A little swat hello for me.”

I had to chuckle. Cassi knows me so well.

“Good bye, Cassi.”

“Good b-ahh!”

I gave Kate the fuck of her life that night. Our last, but she’d never forget it.

Push

“Blindfolded or bound, Jessica?”

She looked up, wide-eyed, from her spot on the floor, curled against my leg.  I surprised her with the question and watched as she caught her full lower lip between her teeth.  Her expression was open and an easy enough book for me to read after our very careful dance over the previous two months.

She wanted to be mine.  Mine.  My submissive, my slave, my pet.

I would never have expected we’d be at this point when we first met.

Her gaze turned inward.  I knew she was weighing her fears.  Would she pick her claustrophobia or the bindings that somehow linked to her fear of drowning.  Some day I would pick that mysterious trigger apart.

“Jessi.”  I leaned forward, firming my voice, my hand cupping her jaw, teasing her lip free from her teeth.  She blinked, looking up into my eyes.  My gut clenched.  I wanted this one so bad it hurt.

Which meant I needed to test her all the harder.

“Do you want to touch me or see me, sweetling?”  Jessica shivered, a delicate, vulnerable reaction that never failed to stir my hunger.

“Touch you,” she whispered.  Her pupils dilated and she licked her lips, nervous.  I smiled and brought my lips to hers, brushing them softly.

“Of course, my good girl.”  A tremor shook her again and I turned my face away, reaching for the blindfold, to hide the urgent need I knew would be written plainly there.

I wanted Jessica to be the one.

And she wanted to be my one.  But only time, time and tests, would prove whether we both were right.

I brought the blindfold up and watched her square her shoulders and lift her head for it.  Her trust blazed in her eyes like beacons.  ”Close your eyes, sweetling,” I whispered, feeling a pang of loss as she obeyed readily.

I tied the blindfold with care, making certain her ears weren’t covered, tucking back a few wayward strands.  The deep purple satin stood out against her pale skin.  My fingers strayed down her neck.  Jessica’s lips parted and her pulse danced against my fingertips like a moth’s wings.

I wanted to collar her.  The urge to retrieve the silver collar from my dresser drawer and claim Jessica as my own was powerful.  The delicate, etched silver collar had never graced a throat, though I’d had it for near a decade.  And I had wanted to collar her from that first night…

“Cassandra?”

Jessica’s voice was tentative and I looked up from my desk.  She was making dinner for us, for me.  Her lip was caught between her teeth and she looked. . .anxious.  My stomach fluttered.

“Yes, Jessi?”  I adored that this woman never tried to call me Cassi, in fact never assumed I would want to be addressed by anything but my full name.  Her eyes flicked back over her shoulder and I watched in consternation as she took a deep breath and walked around my desk.

“Jessica, what’s wro-”  My voice cut out when she sank to her knees next to me, her head bowed a touch, and leaned against my legs.

“Dinner’s ready, my Lady.”  Her voice was husky, soft, and oh so tentative.

My heart stumbled, my pulse roared, and that part of me that was Domme woke with a hot rush of blood.  ”Jessica?” I whispered.  We’d been dating for two months, lovers for one.

I watched my fingers shake as I touched her head.  I hoped I wasn’t misreading her.

Jessica lifted her head, pressing into my touch.  Her eyes were wide and clear.

With a soft touch I stroked my fingers over the crown of her head, down her neck, and back up to cup her chin.  I let myself go, let the Domme surface, tightening my grip a fraction and leaning in.  Her lips parted and she leaned into me.  I wanted to growl in conquest.

“We will talk after dinner.” I said with gentle care.  Her tongue flicked out, moistening her full lips and I shivered as she nodded.

I didn’t trust myself.  Didn’t trust my judgement.  Not since Andrea…

I stood, angry with myself, and watched Jessica’s body move.  The girl sat back on her heels, her hands flattened on her palms, head cocked, listening.  There wasn’t a hint of apprehension there.  No…that’s wrong.  There’s some apprehension, anticipation, but not fear.  Just trust.  She trusts you, Cassandra.
And there was one person I trusted to tell me the truth.

“Stand up, sweetling, take two steps backwards, and turn 180 degrees.”

I watched her obey without hesitation, though her breathing came in rapid shallow breaths.

“Breath slower, pet,” I warned.

Her shoulders rose and fell as she dragged in deep breaths and I walked across the room, sitting in an armchair with a nice view of her profile.  She shifted from foot to foot periodically as I watched her in silence.

I sighed.  It was time.  Time to task, to test, to push.

I had to be certain.

Task ~ Later

Jessica slept, curled between us, wrists loosely bound behind her back in silk cord.

Curled into Cassi, really, tousled head on her bare thigh, but that was only right. The girl looked peaceful, content. Lovely, and such a stark contrast to the beautiful open mouthed, near panicked shudders each time I’d come deep inside her sweet cunt. And the other sounds and actions we’d cajoled from her over the last night and day and evening.

Cassi herself looked more relaxed than I’d seen her in ages. I looked over to her, leaning back against the headboard.

“You found the right one, I think, Cassandra.”

She chuckled,

“She found me, actually. But yes, I think I did. I hope so.”

The last sentence was much quieter, a tinge of uncertainty Cassi never showed anyone.

At last, I knew. This was the true favor she’d been asking.

I looked at her seriously.

“I think you’ve done right by her, and yourself, so far, Cassandra. She’s strong, and brave, and she chooses you. She’s not dabbling or pretending. I can feel it. And I see the way you looking at her, too. I think it’s good.”

Cassi looked over at me. She wouldn’t say thanks. She never needed to. Instead, she gathered Jessica’s hair in her hand, and guided the sleeping girls head between her legs.

“Byron, if you wouldn’t mind, could you wake her up so that she can eat me to sleep?”

“Certainly, Cassandra.”

As Cassi kept Jessica’s head in place, I rolled to my knees, taking Jessica’s hips in my hands and positioning myself behind her. The girl stirred as I moved her, and came awake as my cock filled her cunt, pushing out some of the cum I’d filled her with a couple hours before.

“Mmmph!”

“Shh, Pet,” Cassi purred. “You know what to do.”

And she did. I saw her head begin to move between Cassi’s legs as she pushed her hips back to me, her fluttering cunt taking me to the hilt. All three of us groaned  at the same time.

It was good.

Task ~ The instrument of Proof

Cassandra had been telling me about her new pet for a few weeks. I’d been a while since she’d found anyone who really caught her, and I was despairing for her, in my own way, and helping out, in my own way.

Then, when I saw the new fire in her eyes over our regular Tuesday coffee, I knew.

“You’ve found someone.” I said.

“Maybe.”

“Don’t be coy with me Cassi, you know it doesn’t work on me.”

She usually hates me teasing her with ‘Cassi’. But this time, she didn’t even flinch. She leaned back in her chair and licked cappuccino foam from her lips. She can look so fucking predatory it raises even my hackles.

“Yes.”

“Tell me about her.”

“Maybe. Later.”

She smiled, but not coyly this time. Serious, which meant this was serious. Good. As I said, it had been a while, and Cassandra deserved good things.

~~~~~

She called me three weeks later.

“Hello, Darling,” She said

She even rolled the r’s. I love it when she calls me Darling. It usually means something filthy is in the offing.

“Hello yourself! What’s up?”

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“What kind of favor?”

“One you’ll like, you can be sure.”

I’m always game for favors I’ll like. I’d lost track of which one of us actually owes the other by this point, but it really doesn’t matter.

“Mmm. Does this involve what I think it does?”

“I’m sure I have no idea, Byron” she lied.

Better and better.

“All right. Where and when?”

“Tonight. My place.”

“Should I bring anything? Condoms?”

It really is the right thing to do to ask. She rarely swings that way anymore long enough to keep a supply herself.

“Just yourself, Darling. And no.”

My cock twitched as I hung up the phone.

~~~~~

Cassi always cut a fine figure in full Mistress mode, and her little companion, Jessica, was positively edible. Such a sweet thing on her knees, chin cupped in her Domme’s hand, already almost where she needed to be. Where, I knew, she wanted to be. The note on the door had said to come up quietly, and as soon as I stepped to the bedroom in I knew my role. I heard the quiet exchange as I shed my clothes, questions of desire, obeisance, tasks. The little one sounded so ripe, so wanting, yet still hovering. She said she wanted her Mistress, but…

“Prove it,” she said. “Please him.”

Oh, her look was precious. I’d already been hard, but the look on her face, as much as her body, would have stiffened a comatose man. ‘Mistress’ – I’ll never be able to use that term without smiling – settled back to watch, and play, and direct her girl.  Resolve, conflict, commitment played across her face in the most delicious way as she was directed to the bed, and climbed on.

When a sexy little slut arches her back and offers her sweet cunt to you, you just do not say no. Her hips in my hands were so hot, so well fit. I looked my thanks over to Cassi lounging in the chair, and she nodded.

I leaned over Jessica’s smooth back. Her shoulders rested on the mattress, my hands on either side. She smelled nice, spicy sweet.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I said. “And I’m going to come inside you.” I slid myself into position at her entrance. “With nothing between us but your slick juices.”

Those words broke a girl once, two years ago or so. Some just have limits they can’t cross. That’s why I was here, after all. But even I held my breath. I wanted that cunt now, wanted to flood that open womb with me.

She hesitated, of course. It would have been a problem if she hadn’t. However, she didn’t whine, or beg, or beseech. After a handful of breaths, dozens of racing heartbeats I could practically hear, she moved back and swallowed my cock with her cunt, the near agony of the made decision on her face. Ohh, so nice. So fucking nice.

You had better keep this one, I told Cassandra with my eyes.

~~~~~

She’d done so well, and now it was my part. I fucked her. I enjoyed every hot thrust into her tight, juicy little cunt. I told her, and she shuddered and fucked me back. Not for me, I know. This wasn’t about me at all. I was just the task, the test.

I didn’t care.

The thought of that shivering belly, offered to me by another, filling with my seed always, always got me. And I so loved making them come when it happened. Her hard little clit was easy to find, and so sensitive, just touching it made her buck into me.

“Oh yes, come for me, little slut,” I growled, “then I’m going to fill that sweet cunt up.”

I knew we were pushing, the girl’s slowly shaking head told me, but then there were three of us on the bed, Cassi’s head inches from her almost-slave’s. They looked at each other, and a whisper passed between them.

Suddenly, the girl thrust back onto my cock, crying out. And fuck, did she come. Seated in her like that, her cunt squeezing and milking mine, I came seconds later, my voice adding to hers as I emptied deep into her. They kissed as I filled Cassi’s  sweet little pet up. Oh, fuck yes.

Of course I would stay the night.

Proof ~ The first true Task

Proof

“Do you want me?”

The question stunned me.  I was on my knees and I know my eyes widened.  She stood in front of me, shirt unbuttoned, the slit of her skirt revealing a tantalizing length of leg.  My Mistress cocked her head in expectation and I swallowed around the ball of nerves lodged in my throat.

“Of course, my Lady,” I said. I could hear the breathy uncertainty in my voice.  She shrugged and her blouse slid off her shoulders.  I licked my lips.  Her generous breasts filled a bra of black lace, the dark aureole of her nipples visible.

I wondered if she would let me touch her tonight.

She turned away, gifting me with the vision of her full hips and ass.  My arousal grew and my skin pebbled with the craving for her caress.  Absorbed in loveliness I near missed her question.

“Will you prove it?”

My gaze jerked up from her bottom to find her gaze dark and intent.  I shivered as she let her skirt drop to the floor.  There was a touch of sharpness to her mood I struggled to grasp though I knew my answer.

“Yes, my Lady,” I answered.  She stood in front of me and touched on finger to my chin.  Her eyes examined my face, expression calm and collected.  My clit tingled as if she’d stroked it.  Whatever my Mistress sought in my gaze she found and a slight smile curved her lips. She crouched and cupped my chin, dragging her thumb over my full lower lip.

“Do you want to taste me, sweetling?”  I groaned.  There was no holding back the visceral reaction the thought spawned.  She leaned close, near enough her breath mingled with mine, and I trembled.  ”Then I’ve a task for you first.”  My spine was a column of molten heat and desire throbbed in the cradle of my hips.  ”Do you accept?”

I heard something behind me and her grip tightened, thumb slipping between my lips and over my teeth.  My breath caught.  For the first time she was asking my obedience before telling me what I was to do.  My heart pulsed once, twice, three times.  Her eyes held me fast and didn’t waver, waiting.

“Yes.” One syllable, three letters.  My surrender delivered into her hands.  Her smile made my heart stutter.

“Good girl,” she said, soft and gentle, and pressed her lips to mine.

When she withdrew her face was smooth and unreadable.  She stood, pulling me to my feet along with her.  Her gaze drifted over my shoulder and my body jerked when hands found my hips.

“Prove it,” she repeated in that perfect, composed voice, “please him.”  My Mistress backed away and I spun.

I wanted to say no.  I stared at him, my wide eyed gaze absorbing his tall fit frame in a sweeping glance.  But I had already said yes and she wanted proof of my desire.  His cock stood out from his narrow hips, hard and ready, his lips curved in an anticipatory smile.

I looked back and my breath left me again.  My Mistress reclined against her headboard, nude, her thighs parted.  I caught my lip between my teeth and walked to the foot of the bed.  ”Speak, sweetling,” she said, reminding me that she always knew, always anticipated, what my reactions would be.

“What would please you most to see,” I asked, my voice some bare, raw thing I didn’t recognize.

She pointed at the side of the bed.  ”Bend over here.”

My feet carried me around and I took a steadying breath before leaning over the bed.  A familiar length of rope hung from the bedpost and I offered my wrists.

“Mm.  No, sweetling. Let your own desire bind you.”  She watched my expression intently and I jumped when his hands found my hips once more.  They both waited.

My heart raced and I clung to her presence, her gaze, as I placed my palms on the bed, spread my thighs and tilted my hips.  His hands smoothed over my flanks and up to my waist.  I shook but remained still.  Her eyes held me.

Some smooth and warm and firm nestled into the crease of my ass.  I exhaled sharply.  A shiver traced my spine and he rocked into me, letting me feel his sack press against my slick pussy lips.

He bent over me, hands finding the mattress on either side of my shoulders.  ”I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice a low rumble I could feel through my back.  The crisp hair of his chest tickled my skin and he rocked again, pulled the shaft of his cock back until it slipped between my thighs.  ”And I’m going to come inside you.” His glans nestled between my pussy lips and slid with dismaying ease into just the right spot.  ”With nothing between us but your slick juices.”

I gasped and tensed, panic strobing through me.  He would fuck me bare?  No protection?  A tremor of fear shook my arms.  My Mistress watched me with an air of expectation. He held himself over me and I realized he would not take the final step.  That would be left to me.  ”prove it, please him.” I heard her say again in my mind.

Once again she was putting my control in my hands and waiting for me to surrender it, to give myself over, to trust her.

I think I shocked all three of us when I pushed my cunt back onto his cock.  He groaned and his hands fisted into the sheets.  My mouth gaped open, mimicking the stretch of my pussy lips around his thick cock.  A low sound reached me from my Mistress and I looked up to find the most exquisite expression of desire on her face.

I grunted when he thrust the rest of the way into me, seating his bare cock so deep in me.  I trembled, overwhelmed, and he began to move, his lips delivering words of the sweet filth against the curve of my ear.

“God you’re so tight, so fucking tight,” he said, pulling out and thrusting again.  My hips lifted to meet him of their own volition and he growled.  ”Your little pet feels so good,” he said to my Mistress.  She remained silent but her fingers drifted to her own cunt, dipping in.

We found a rhythm, he and I.  With my eyes locked on hers I backed to meet his plunges into my cunt, his hips slapping against my ass.  It was maddening and primal and exquisite all at once.  I wanted to come for her, not him.

My eyes fluttered shut when he slid his hand over the curve of my belly and found my clit. I bucked back into him and he chuckled, low and wicked.  ”Oh yes, come for me, little slut,” he growled, “then I’m going to fill that sweet cunt up.”

A finger touched my lips, soft and smelling divine.  My tongue snaked out to welcome my Mistress’s come slicked digit into my mouth. I moaned.  I was undone.

My unwanted lover ground his cock in to me and pressed my clit between his fingers.  My orgasm rose up from the base of my spine, rushing at my mind like water from a burst dam.  My head rocked from side to side, eyes squeezed shut and my mouth chanting “No” in a bare whisper.

And then her lips were right there.  ”Come, sweetling.”  My eyes flew opened.  I stared into her brilliant blue gaze and surrendered.  I thrust back with a broken cry and my muscles clamped down around him, sending fireworks of pleasure through my body.  He sank into me and I felt the hot rush of his come inside me as he shouted his triumph, his fingers pulling my orgasm out, dragging in on.

She caught my face between her hands as I collapsed, cradling it, gazing at me with a proud smile.  ”Good girl,” she said and brought our mouths together.  I moaned as her tongue teased mine and kissed her back, hungry for her.  The cock in my cunt twitched and I shivered when she slid her lips from mine and met his over my shoulder.  ”Stay the night?” she asked him and his  nod rocked his thickness deeper into me.  I quivered and she pulled back to look at me.

“Yes?”  The word was loaded with more questions than I understood.

“Yes,” I answered.  I would prove myself to her tonight and ever after.