watching them, too, his eyes following the milky rivers down her flesh as he pumped his cock deeper into his wife’s mouth. She smiled and wondered how long it would take for them all to decide to start switching partners.
That’s when she noticed that some partner-swapping had already occurred across the way. It was no surprise that tall, lithe Regina had restrained redheaded Emily to their one and only bondage fucking machine-the aptly named “Bitch Tamer.” Emily was down on her knees, her neck in a doggy style stockade, her wrists restrained to the metal bars of the machine on the floor. The dildo pounded her from behind as Regina stood back and watched.
“Suck that monster cock, you little bitch!” Regina snapped, her hand coming down on Emily’s behind, leaving a red handprint. Emily gasped and went to work between the man’s legs. Tasha recognized him as young Holly’s husband, the one she had made the videotape for. Now lucky Rick was getting his cock sucked by a bound lesbian while watching his young wife ride the Sybian beside her. Tasha noticed Rick’s eyes were on his wife, her long, almost-white blonde hair covering her face and breasts and she rocked and rolled her hips on top of the Sybian.
“I’ll make you suck every cock in this room if I see you looking at another pretty shaved cunt again!” Regina’s hand came down on Emily’s red behind again, making her gag on Rick’s shaft.
“Yes Mistress!” Emily managed to choke out. He groaned, the tattoos on his forearms flexing as he thrust deeper up into her throat.
So that’s it-cock sucking as punishment. Who would have thought? Tasha watched as Regina’s fingers probed into her own blonde fuzz, her fingers pressing deep as she watched the scene before her. Emily must have been watching Holly and Rick, Tasha surmised. And most likely, the redheaded lesbian’s focus had been on Holly’s completely shaved little pussy. Not that I blame her. Tasha watched Holly rub her smooth, swollen lips back and forth, the Sybian’s instrument splitting their slickness as she rocked. But clearly Regina had thought the admiration deserved some sort of punishment. Never would have thought to make her suck cock though, Tasha mused, watching as Rick groaned and leaned back, giving into the blowjob completely. Leave it to Regina…
“Tasha!” The hiss of Ashley’s voice pulled her away from the scene and she looked to where her neighbors were trying out the “Robocock”-one of their more basic fucking machines. Chloe was on her hands and knees, her long, dark hair, so black it was almost blue, hung in her face as the machine worked smoothly in and out of her pussy. Ray was standing behind, cock in hand, but he seemed more interested in Ashley than watching his wife get fucked.
“Ray here had a question about the machines.” Ashley backed away from him and edged around Tasha as she came near.
“Yes?” Tasha was careful to be polite but a little distant.
“I was just wondering if you had one that could…” Ray glanced over at Ashley, his eyes glinting behind the round frames of his glasses. “Do two cunts at once?”
“Ohhhh God!” Chloe arched her back, her dark hair swinging up over her shoulder, her face screwing up as she came. She was quite a pretty woman, Tasha noticed, her body like a dancer, long and lean and small breasted.
“I don’t have one,” Tasha replied as Chloe pulled away from the machine, the pumping dildo still wet from her orgasm. She collapsed, gasping, onto the floor, her eyes glazed, her chest heaving. “But I’m sure they make one.”
“Oh my God!” Chloe sat up on her elbows, still panting. “I want one of these!”
“Well, maybe Tasha will let us come over and test the equipment.” Ray cleared his throat and grinned, nudging Tasha with his elbow. “Us being neighbors and all.”
“You can join The Club.” Tasha raised her eyebrows at him, glancing at Ashley and rolling her eyes. “Just like everyone else.”
Chloe climbed back onto the Sybian next to them, the one she had vacated to try the Robocock. She had taken off the g-spot attachment, and just had the clitoral stimulator attached. They watched her turn up the controls, moaning as she rocked on top of the machine, her thighs flexing with her movements.
“I wonder what Mrs. Ryan across the street would think about this whole operation you’ve got going?” Ray took off his glasses and used the tail end of the tie to rub them, giving Tasha a long look. Mrs. Ryan ran a bible camp at her home in the summer where she indoctrinated children for what she called “The Army for God.”
Tasha opened her mouth to respond, but Paul’s voice calling her name distracted her. “Can you help us with this one, Tasha?” He and Kim were at the “Red Devil” now, while Nicki and Tom had moved on to the Sybian in the middle of the room.
“Excuse me.” Tasha refused to meet Ray’s eyes again, but she felt them on her as she moved to the other side of the room.
“She’s never tried anal before.” Paul glanced up at Tasha as she approached the couple-Kim on her hands and knees, the double dildos aimed and poised.
Tasha knelt beside Kim, frowning. “Are you sure you want to do it this way for your first time?” She studied the angle of the machine, the tenseness of the woman’s muscles. “Sometimes real flesh can be a little more forgiving than a dildo…”
“No, I want to.” Kim turned her face to look at Tasha, her eyes half closed. “Nicki made this one look soooo good…”
“Okay…” The couple had changed the dildos (Tasha had them color coded for each subsequent use) per her sterilization requirements. Tasha grabbed a bottle of KY and squirted it down the crack of Kim’s bottom. It slid over the smaller dildo pressed against her asshole and dripped down to the one sliding into her pussy. “Paul, rub that in.” Tasha was careful not to touch her, but Paul’s fingers worked the lubrication around his wife’s perineum, making her moan. She gasped when his fingers probed around the slim dildo pressing into her ass.
“You have to go slow and easy…” Tasha instructed, her hands on Kim’s hips. “Take it at your own pace.”
Kim’s flushed face rested on her crossed arms as she wiggled back, arching. The larger dildo slid easily between the trimmed, brown hair of her pussy, but the smaller one didn’t seem to want to pass the virgin hole of her ass. Tasha saw how tense her body was-the tremble and quiver in her thighs and belly. Her face was twisted, as if she were in great pain.
“Relax,” Tasha murmured, stroking the woman’s hair, touching her cheek. “Open your mouth…”
“My mouth?” Kim blinked at her, frowning.
“All our orifices are connected.” Tasha smiled, licking her own lips. “Open your mouth and make a low noise… so low you can feel it in your belly.”
Kim closed her eyes, flushing, clearly embarrassed, but she did what she was told. Her mouth opened in a little “o” and she made a soft sound, a little moan.
“No, honey.” Tasha shook her head, pressing her hand against the woman’s lower belly, resting right above her c-section scar. “I want the sound to come from here… wayyyy down here. Come on…”
Kim moaned again, lower this time, her body trembling still as she pressed back-but the quiver was less, and Tasha smiled as she saw the dildo slip half an inch into her little asshole. Paul saw it, too, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Do it again,” Tasha murmured, stroking the smooth roundness of Kim’s behind. “Lower… louder…”
“Ohhhhhh goddddd!” Kim groaned, low and long, easing back towards the machine. The KY pooled around the dildo’s shaft as it slipped past the taut ring of Kim’s asshole. She panted and gasped, her eyes fluttering open just for a moment, her face scrunched somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Easy, easy.” Tasha’s hand pressed the woman’s lower back, watching her muscles tense and release, quivering with sensation. “Relax, Kimmie, it’s okay…”
Paul’s eyes widened as Tasha leaned over to turn on the machine. He looked concerned, but Kim nodded when Tasha asked if she was okay, giving her the go-ahead. A low hum began as the pistons pumped each dildo in a slow, shallow rhythm.
“Oh. My. God.” Kim’s fingers had already found her clit, rubbing faster as the machine picked up speed. Tasha followed her, turning the dials higher as Kim stroked her clit, both of them moving in sync, riding upwards in a furious rhythm. “Yes, ohhh yes! Faster! Harder!”
Glancing down at the controls, Tasha saw she could only bump it up one last notch, and so she did, hearing Kim squeal in response. The woman reached back blindly for her husband. Paul watched, wide-eyed, his erection
