Eve Langlais: Holiday Kink

“Oh, you will be,” promised the man I had yet to see.

Andrew finally moved off of me taking his throbbing cock with him. How sad. He didn’t go far though, standing in my line of sight to the side of the table. “Are you ready to see the face of the man who’s going to spank you?” Andrew asked.

My whole body tightened at his words. How could I trust a stranger to touch me like that? Doubts or not, I couldn’t deny my body wanted it. “Yes, Sir.”

I bit my lip, trepidation making me tremble-would he be handsome? Would I enjoy it? Would… My inner questions faded into silence as Nick appeared in my line of sight and oh, it was a good thing I loved my husband for here was a man made to worship. Big and bulky, a veritable giant, he was ruggedly handsome. Heat flooded through me at the thought of this hunk whose very bearing spoke of authority laying a hand on me.

“Well aren’t you a cute thing,” he said, and then shocked me by grabbing my breasts in his paws and squeezing them so that only the erect tips poked out. I couldn’t help it, my breathing sped up and even more heat pooled in my sex. He let go of my tits and slid his hand down my belly and stroked me between my lips. I shuddered. “Responsive too.”

“Kiss her.” Andrew’s voice sounded strangled and I looked sideways to see him stroking his cock and watching us.

I wanted to protest, surely like Pretty Woman this would be too personal, too… Nick leaned down and touched his lips to mine, the sensation odd for his mouth was hard where I was used to Andrew’s softer, fuller lips. The naughtiness of what I was doing, though, made something like a mere kiss seem so much more, especially when Nick slid his hand over my belly to my mound and probed me with a thick finger. Like a well-aimed missile, he unerringly found my sweet spot and stroked it. I moaned, my mouth opening. Nick used this breach to slide his tongue between my gasping lips and twist sinuously around mine. I could taste him, different from Andrew of course, his minty flavor overlaying that of smoke.

He pulled his mouth from mine and withdrew his finger. I bit back a mewl of disappointment.

“Mind if I have a look at her ass now, Andrew?”

“Be my guest,” said my husband magnanimously. The fact they didn’t ask me incited my desire instead of my ire. They owned me and would do with me as they willed.

The men unshackled me and flipped me onto my stomach. “On your knees,” ordered my husband, and I obeyed just like I’d promised to in our wedding vows so long ago.

Meaty hands palpated my full buttocks and spread them wide. The string for the beads in my ass was given a light tug as if to remind me of their presence, but they were left inserted and the questing fingers moved to my sex. They discussed my pussy like an object of art, commenting on its color and shape. Stroking and pinching my sex to punctuate their words. My cheeks burned at their words and treatment, like I was some kind of sex object. How decadent.

A sharp smack made me tighten. A second arrived with new orders. “Get yourself off the table and into the living room. I want you on your hands and knees on the special carpet we laid out.”

I slid off the table, my legs almost buckling when I stood upright. I braced my hands on the table, glad of its solidity especially when my eyes flicked over to see my husband standing naked with a massive erection. Beside him, Nick’s erection, while equal in length to Andrew’s, was the widest I’d ever seen. I wetted my lips, stricken with the desire to fall on my knees and worship at the altar of their cocks.

Instead, on trembling legs and with my pussy throbbing for satisfaction, I staggered my way, drunk on desire, to the living room where my rearranged furniture offered a wide space. In that newly opened area, they’d rolled out a carpet. I dropped to my knees onto the spongy fabric, slippery smooth but with a cushiony give. I’d no sooner assumed the position on my hands and knees than the first hard smack stung my buttocks. I clench and hissed in shock. I knew right away this was Nick smacking me and not Andrew. The touch of his hand was too different.

I wondered how Andrew felt watching another man touch me and in turn pleasure me. Was he jealous or did it excite him? Too late now. Another crack sounded, and I arched as the stinging pain zipped along my nerve endings. I closed my eyes and threw my head back trying to relax my body before the next delicious blow.

I felt rather than saw someone kneel in front of me. Amidst the pummelling of my tender flesh, I opened my eyes to see a familiar cock bobbing in front of me. I forced myself to look up higher and sucked in a breath at the look on Andrew’s face-pure unadulterated lust. Apparently my misgivings weren’t going to be an issue. My husband, or should I say my master, was watching intently the flurry of slaps landing on my posterior. Much as I wanted to keep watching Andrew, I couldn’t concentrate for long with the burning on my ass. The heat in my cheeks wiped all thoughts clean from my head, well, all except for one. God, it feels good. Make that two. Fuck me, please.

But Nick didn’t falter in his work. I watched through half lidded eyes as my husband stroked his cock, the tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum. “Lick it,” Andrew demanded in a voice thick with desire.

Delighted, and needing the distraction, I swiped my tongue across the head of his swollen cock, tasting his salty excitement. His hands grasped my hair, the hard tugs painful, but exciting for he used this grip to push my mouth down onto his rod. I took him deep, but Andrew wanted more. He gagged me, his cock squeezing its way into my throat, deeper than I’d ever imagined going. My throat convulsed around him and he relented pulling my head back, the skin of his cock scraping back through my teeth. My reprieve was short lived. With his hands still buried in my hair, he rammed me down again in a prick bobbing game that made him grunt. Distracting as this was, I still moaned and trembled at every slap Nick laid on my ass. The skin of my buttocks stung, the heat in them matching that of my cunt.

Just when I thought I would die-of pleasure-if he smacked me again, Nick stopped. Andrew panted as he withdrew his straining cock from my mouth. I thought for sure he would burst. He looked over my head and nodded at Nick.

“Get under her,” ordered my husband, my fast-learning kink master.

“My pleasure.” Quicker than my desire-addled brain could follow, Nick, slid under me in a sixty-nine position that brought my face close to his wide, very erect cock. The tip strained, swollen and purple, aching for relief. I’d never seen another penis before this close and in person. Andrew’s was all I’d ever known. Suddenly I had to know how Nick would feel and taste. I bobbed my head down to take a lick. A sharp yank on my hair pulled me back before my goal and I yelped.

“No one gave you permission to do that yet,” growled Andrew. I bit my lips, contrite and wondering if I’d finally gone too far for my husband.

“I think your wife is curious Andrew. Do you think she can handle my cock?”

“She’ll handle it. I know she can take it deep, and even better, she loves to swallow. And I’ll bet she’d love to have her mouth fucked while I plow her virgin ass.”

Swallow? Wait a second, curiosity about taste was one thing, I didn’t know if I wanted…

Apparently I wasn’t to have a say for the same hand that yanked my head up pushed it back down until Nick’s cock poked at my mouth. With no option, and with no real urge to protest-after all this was my fantasy-I licked the fat head of Nick’s shaft. The saltiness of his excitement made my channel quiver and flood with even more heat and moisture.