Leah Braemel - Private Property

With a smooth movement, Sam pushed the butt plug up as far as it would go, then pulled her from Mark’s lap until she was draped over his arm like a femme fatale in a thirties movie. A sizzling jolt shot up her spine when he tugged on the nipple clamp with his teeth. With a final tug, he lay her down beside Mark and returned to the laptop.

“Spread your legs real wide for me. You can lean against Mark if you want but face out so I can taste your sweet honey some more.”

Squirming until she was cradled between Mark’s arm and body, she arranged her legs at the side of bed and rested her head on Mark’s chest. Despite the size of the plug that stretched her ass, she was surprisingly comfortable. Though it was definitely larger than the one she had at home, this plug really wasn’t as big as it had looked. It must have been the camera accentuating the size, she decided.

The images on the television changed to two of her from different angles, one zoomed in close to her groin, the other showing her full body from above the bed. Sam crawled onto the bed and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. With a bright grin, he glanced up at her. “I’ve been looking forward to this all night.”

He lowered his head. Fascinated, Jodi watched on the big screen as he ran his tongue up her labia, felt the thick warmth swirl in intricate patterns, never quite touching her clitoris. The carnal intrusion shot bolts of energy to every nerve ending, starting a smoldering fire that quickly burst into a conflagration when his tongue finally touched her core.

She grabbed at the silk comforter on either side of her hips, gasping, arching her hips. A broad hand lay flat across her belly, holding her in place.

“Don’t make me tie you down too.” His words rippled against her sensitized flesh, rumbled through her bones and set off another firestorm.

“Jodi? Open your eyes. Look at Mark.”

When had she closed them? Her lids heavy, she turned her head and saw sweat running down Mark’s brow, his fingers alternately opening then closing around the chains.

“Oh, baby, I wish that was me going down on you.” His voice sounded rough, like he’d been singed by the flames she was sure were shooting from her.

Sam drew back for a moment and dragged a finger over her labia, dipped it into her pussy. He smeared her cream across her mouth then dipped his head again, thrusting his tongue into her pussy.

“Let me lick it off you, baby,” Mark whispered. “Let me taste what Sam’s tasting.”

Arching her back, Jodi captured Mark’s mouth with her own, tasting the salty sweat on his upper lip. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking Sam’s motions.

In desperation, her hands sought Mark’s erection. Sam grabbed her hands and pushed them firmly by her side.

“Oh, no, none of that. He just gets to watch this time.”

Sam resumed his attentions, one hand tugging on a nipple clamp, sending a bolt of heat straight to her pussy, and her blood boiling through her veins. He slipped one finger inside her, then another. When he pressed on the butt plug while this tongue flicked just the right place, she shattered.

With an easy movement, Sam tugged his shirt off. Her eyes widened to see a long, ugly scar marring his chest, but then he undid his fly, letting his leathers fall to the floor. His scar forgotten, Jodi sucked in a breath at the sight of his cock, and knew he hadn’t misjudged the need for such a big butt plug.

He hopped onto the bed and arranged the pillows beside Mark, ensuring he didn’t come close to Mark’s hand, and lay down.

“Crawl on up here, sweet pea. Let me feel that soft mouth of yours on Sam Junior.”

She stifled her snort. There was nothing junior about that thick pole. While his cock was the same length as Mark’s, it was thicker. He slid his hand along its length and back down, squeezing the tip on each pass, a bead of pearly moisture glistening at its tip.

“Don’t take your eyes off Mark.” As she caught Mark’s gaze, she saw the hunger deep in his eyes. The lust. And something deeper, almost feral.

“Start off licking my balls,” Sam commanded. His hand lifted them as his hips thrust closer to her.

With each swipe of her tongue, Mark’s breathing got heavier, his eyes half closing.

“Now lick my cock, sweet pea. Make a meal of me.”

She began with a teasing nip to the base of his shaft, then swirled her tongue up the thick shaft, tracing the dark veins that bulged from the taut skin. Her eyes still on Mark, she made a show of spreading the drop of come that quivered at the end of Junior’s slit over her lips. Then delicately, slowly, licked it off.

Feeling power spread through her at having such a captive audience, Jodi opened her mouth, tightened her lips over Junior’s head and swallowed him deep.

“Watch her, Mark. Look at how her lips are stretching over my shaft. Oh shit, that feels so good!” Sam threw his head back and arched his hips as she increased the suction. The noise of her sucking and Mark’s harsh pants mingled with Sam’s murmured instructions.

Jodi tasted a trickle of pre-come on the back of her tongue, slightly more acidic than Mark’s essence. Her hand drifted down between her legs, thrust inside in a feeble attempt to mimic the motions of her mouth, her tongue. Cream coated her fingers, slid down her thighs as her hips thrust. She rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as the pressure inside her built like a volcano about to explode.

Fingers wrapped in her hair forcing her to resume the movement she’d forgotten while pleasuring herself. Eventually he held her head still, his hips pistoning his cock deep into her mouth.

“She’s giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had, Mark. But you know that, don’t you? I’ll bet you’re wishing…her lips were…around your cock, aren’t you?” Sam said, his voice deepening with every thrust. “Isn’t her ass beautiful? Can you imagine me…parting those sweet cheeks of hers…taking her ass?”

Sam’s taunts caused Mark’s guts to cramp like he’d swallowed a length of razor wire.

What had he been thinking, suggesting a threesome with Sam? Why had he thought he’d be okay sharing Jodi with any man, let alone a player like Sam?

Jodi moaned, her hand moving frantically between her arching hips as Sam thrust his dick down her throat. Mark wanted to plant a fist in Sam’s face when he saw his friend’s eyes scrunched closed, a look of ecstasy on his face. Ecstasy from Jodi sucking him off. They’d discussed a similar scenario, but he was supposed to be satisfying Jodi from behind while she went down on Sam. And he’d never thought about what it would feel like, how his heart would tear watching Sam enjoying Jodi’s attentions. It had never mattered before with any of their girlfriends in college.

Why had Sam changed up their plan? Despite what Sam had told Jodi, he knew his friend had some hidden reason for tying him to the bed and forcing him to watch the two of them fucking. But what?

Jodi’s cheeks hollowed and her neck worked as she swallowed. Sam’s groan made Mark’s cock ache as it remembered what it felt like to be deep-throated by Jodi. Remembered how it felt to have that wonderful tongue of hers caress every millimeter of sensitive skin. Remembered the amazing suction she had, coaxing every last drop of come from his balls.

He shifted his hips, attempting to relieve the pain in his cock, not only from being trapped beneath too-tight denim, but from its need to bury itself in her, to feel those tight muscles grasp him, contract around him as she found her release. Yet here he was-a spectator.

For what felt like the fiftieth time that night, Mark grasped the chains binding him to the bed and tugged in a futile effort to free himself. He had to stop this travesty. He had to snatch Jodi away from Sam and finish within her. Hear her scream her release. A release only he could bring her.