Jacquie groans around Natasha’s fingers. It’s muffled but it splits the heavy tension in the room.
“Natasha, are you going to shut that slut up, or what?”
Lucia’s words make Jacquie whimper and Lucia smirks down at her. Natasha pushes her fingers deeper in Jacquie’s mouth, until she can feel her struggle to swallow around them.
“I’ve got a gag if you need to borrow one?” Lucia says.
Natasha can feel Jacquie’s eyes on her but doesn’t look down to meet them. Instead, she locks eyes with Lucia, “What sort?”
“What sort do you want? I’ve got a ball gag, a spider gag, one with a bit…that’s about it, probably.”
Natasha hums, “I’ll have a think. Let’s see how we get on like this first.” She brings her other hand up and ruffles Jacquie’s hair affectionately.
Lucia continues on with her dance, bending over to roll her stockings down her legs and flick her shoes off with a dramatic movement of her feet. She strokes up her body with the crop, lightly bouncing it against her tiny ass to make it jiggle. When she’s finally done, she struts over to the bed and climbs on, tucking herself the other side of Jacquie. As she brings her legs up on the bed Natasha sees all the soft, pink folds of her vulva and the whole situation momentarily takes her by surprise again. She can’t get over how comfortable Lucia seems in her skin.
“I’m naked and I think you should get naked too,” Lucia says, her smile is knife-sharp.
Lucia’s clever fingers are picking at Jacquie’s bra clasp before anyone else can move. Jacquie’s breasts are full and round and don’t even fit in Lucia’s dainty hands. She plucks at the plastic harness, pressing one pointed nail into the middle of the O-ring on Jacquie’s chest.
She hisses at Jacquie, “You’re keeping this on. I like it, even if it is more decorative than functional.”
“Yes, no ‘form follows function’ here, I’m afraid,” Jacquie replies.
Natasha starts pulling down Jacquie’s homemade skirt, leaving her in just her black pantyhose. Natasha likes the way that the fold of her stomach slightly sits over her thighs, the way the elastic waistband cuts into her waist. She likes the contrast between Lucia and Jacquie, she wants to draw the two of them in pen and ink. Lucia’s fingers claw at Jacquie’s pantyhose and Natasha moves to help her, Jacquie raising her hips to assist them to push the pantyhose down her legs and on to the floor.
Lucia and Natasha both say “oh,” at the same time, leaning in to touch different things. Lucia’s hands snap immediately to the dark mark soaking through Jacquie’s cotton panties, pressing her hard fingernails into it to make Jacquie moan. At the same time, Natasha’s hands rub down Jacquie’s hairy legs. The hair is much thicker and darker than Natasha’s ever been able to grow, and she’s fascinated by it.
“Now you, Princess.”
Natasha’s eyes flash, “I don’t know why you think you can get away with calling me that.”
Natasha stands and starts stripping her clothes off. All the while, she holds eye-contact with Lucia. Lucia does a good job of maintaining it for a while, but eventually breaks and looks away with slightly flushed cheeks.
Natasha stands next to her bed, trying not to let Lucia or Jacquie see how shallowly she’s breathing. She lets them get their fill of her craggy body before she tucks herself back in behind Jacquie.
“So what now?” Jacquie asks.
Natasha strokes over her freckled shoulders, “Well, what sort of expectations do you have? Do you have any hard limits we should know about? Lucia and I have never done this together, but I know we’ve both played separately. We should both be able to accommodate anything you particularly want to do,” Natasha can feel herself start to ramble.
Jacquie laughs, a big, full throated sound, “I was just hoping you’d both just throw me down and rail me.”
Natasha’s stomach flips. She can feel her wetness growing, sliding down her thighs. She’s just about to enthusiastically confirm that she’d like to do that, when Lucia cuts in.
Lucia's voice is smooth as she says, “That’s very presumptuous. I don’t think you’ve even begun to earn that.”
Lucia hops off the bed and roots around in the same box her fans and the crop came off. She returns with a long leather lead.
“Oh, fuck,” Jacquie groans. “Yeah. I mean, yes please.”
Lucia grabs Jacquie’s neck with one hand, and clips on the lead to the metal O-ring on her collar. Lucia sits at the other end of the bed. Unlike Natasha, she doesn’t have any support behind her and yet her posture is perfectly upright. She draws Jacquie down between her legs by the lead and Natasha hears her breath hitch as Jacquie’s starts to eat her out.
Natasha lets herself just sit and watch for a few minutes, enjoying Lucia’s noises and watching Jacquie’s ass move as Jacquie pushes her face into Lucia.
Lucia gives a loud moan, “Nat, she’s really good. You have to – ah, come and try in a minute.”
Lucia rolls her head on her long neck, tangles one of her hands in Jacquie’s hair.
“Yeah, I will. In a minute. I’m going to get a rope. Jacquie, that okay?”
Jacquie hums loudly from between Lucia’s legs. Natasha grabs a length of soft black rope and gets back
