pressed his cock to her lips and she moaned, taking him into her mouth. If there was anything better than being in her mouth in the first place, it had to be a blowjob from Tasha when she was riding the Sybian.
Normally eager for his cock, she turned into a hungry animal on the machine, sucking and stroking him for everything she was worth. Today was no exception-in fact, she seemed even more excited, moaning around his length, her body bucking against the Sybian.
'Oh God, I love it in my ass!' she groaned, stroking him against her cheek. Her eyes were glazed, and he knew she was close to her first orgasm. 'It's so fucking good, baby!'
'That's my girl,' he murmured, his fingers moving in the short, black wings of her hair, easing himself back between her lips. He wanted to feel her mouth tighten on him when she came. It wasn't long. Seconds. Her throat vibrated with her moan, her body stiff for a moment and then quivering, her mouth tightening and releasing on his cock like he knew her little pussy was spasming on the machine.
She didn't stop. Tasha had really learned how to ride, and now she was a pro. She had the controls on her thigh, and turned them down to a gentle buzz while she recovered, using the time to give some conscious attention to Max's cock. She licked the head, kissing it, cooing over it as she rode the wave of her orgasm downward.
And then she turned the speed back up again. Just a little. Then a little more. The cock in her ass was fucking incredible! She turned the rotation back up, moaning when the cock in her pussy passed against the pressure of the cock shoved up her ass. Taking Max into her mouth again, she grabbed onto his ass, pulling him in deep, wanting to feel completely filled.
'Oh fuck!' he groaned as she swallowed around his shaft, her throat tightening against the head of his cock. The sensation was beyond words.
She pulled her head back, her eyes wild as she looked up at him. 'Fuck my throat, baby… make me gag on it!'
The speed of the machine was moving up again, toward the middle to high range, and she was going for another ride. Max grabbed the back of her head, aiming his cock into her mouth. She took him, sucking greedily at first as he moved in and out, shoving himself between her lips.
'Ah, God, baby, take it!' he growled, thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock into her throat. She did gag, her eyes watering, but she made hungry, eager noises, wanting more. He'd never seen her like this, one hand clutching his ass, pulling him in even harder. Her body was quivering again, and he knew she was coming. He could feel the tightening in her mouth, her eyes closing with it.
He rocked his hips, driving his cock deep, using her mouth like a hot, wet little pussy. Tasha moaned and gagged again, her hand tightening into a fist against his ass. She pulled back for a moment to take a breath, panting, turning the speed down a little, but not as much as before.
She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, her breasts glistening with it, her tummy, too. Her eyes were dazed, as if she weren't quite really all there, and he knew that she wasn't. She was fiddling with the controls, turning them up again.
Tasha was lost, the heat between her legs like some unquenchable fire, and she kept rubbing and rubbing, trying to put it out. Her orgasms were beginning to come faster, closer, running together, like continuous waves. The dildo in her ass was buried deep, pressing against some magic spot inside of her and she couldn't seem to get enough of it.
Max pressed his cock against her lips again and she opened for him, feeling the thick swell of his flesh in her mouth, her pussy beginning to spasm again with her climax. She tried to hold out, but she couldn't. The machine was relentless, driving her onward, upward, and she came again, Max's cock buried deep in her throat.
'Fuck, Tash!' Max groaned, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting deep. He was coming! The thick, hot surge of it filled her throat and she swallowed around him, as fast as she could, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She caught the little flood with her fingers, licking them as he pulled himself out of her mouth with a groan.
'Oh baby,' she whimpered, leaning in to him, holding on. 'It's so good… I can't stand it…'
'Yes you can,' he murmured, letting her use him for support as her hips continued to rock against the Sybian. 'Don't stop…'
'Nooooo,' she moaned, grabbing his hips and pressing her forehead against the hard muscles of his belly. Her pussy was a wet pulse between her thighs, her ass stretched and taut, the sensation building again… again! 'Yes… ohhh yes… yes!'
She kept on riding. It would be another hour before Tasha climbed down, wet and trembling, into her husband's arms.
Chapter Seven
'On your knees, bitch!' Regina, the tall blonde, used just the slight pressure of the leather riding crop on top of Emily's head to send her down to her knees. Tasha only knew Regina's name from the initial paperwork they had filled out in order to join the club. She otherwise might have believed her name was 'Mistress,' because that's all the other woman, Emily, the little redhead wearing the black leather and chains, called her.
'Yes, Mistress,' Emily murmured.
Not that Regina was dressed for the office or anything. She put one thigh-high black vinyl boot heel up on the rung of the stool in the corner, reaching down to unsnap the crotch of her black vinyl leotard. The contraption left her breasts exposed, cinching her already nonexistent waist, and Tasha stared as the crotch of the outfit just popped away to reveal the trimmed blonde hair of her pussy.
'I'll… uh… leave you two alone, now,' Tasha murmured, reaching behind her for the doorknob. Emily was kneeling, hands clasped behind her back, head down, breasts pushed forward in the black leather corset she wore. The corset had leather straps that framed her breasts but left them bare and attached to a collar around her neck with silver chains. The collar had a metal ring, and Regina held a leash that was fastened through it.
'No.' Regina's voice was firm. 'You stay. Sit.'
'But-' The redhead glanced at Tasha as she sank into the chair by the door. Regina used the crop again to lead her, turning her head forward.
'Pet doesn't like to be watched, does she?'
'No, Mistress.' Emily's head hung down again, her hair hiding her face like an auburn curtain.
Regina smiled. 'I know.'
Only Emily's eyes moved, glancing toward Tasha. 'Please, Mistress… won't you send her out?'
'No.' Regina lifted the woman's chin with the end of the crop, looking into her eyes. 'You've been a very bad girl, and this…' she nodded toward Tasha in the corner, who was watching with wide eyes. 'Is your punishment.'
Tasha saw tears-real tears!-well up in the redhead's eyes as she dropped her head again the moment the crop had moved.
'Now… lick.' Regina lifted the snap-on crotch of her leotard, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. Her foot still rested on the rung of the stool, giving Tasha a full view of the woman's sex.
'Yes, Mistress…' The redhead shuffled forward on her knees, leaning in with her tongue outstretched. The only outward sign the blonde gave was a deep sigh and a slight fluttering of her eyelids as Emily began to lick her.
Tasha glanced at her watch. They had paid for two twenty-minute sessions in a row, and now she understood why. Emily's eyes looked up at her 'Mistress,' her tongue working between the woman's flesh. Tasha thought about the paperwork demanding her attention upstairs as the blonde used the riding crop to direct Emily's head, up a little, then down, her face changing only slightly in response.
'Stop,' Regina said, and the redhead moaned softly, easing back, her face wet with the blonde's juices.
'Yes, Mistress.'
Regina turned around, planting the impossibly high heels of her boots wide and bent over the stool, looking back at her charge. Using the riding crop again, she lifted the snap-crotch of the leotard free of her ass. 'Lick it, bitch!'
'Yes, Mistress.' Emily made a little noise in her throat, almost like a purr, and Tasha forgot all about her
