She lay spread-eagled on the bed . . . totally naked. The men were naked, too, except for those cuffs, but she felt so . . . vulnerable. And she loved it.
Trey flicked off one cuff, then the other, then removed the collar. Jake followed suit.
“We are no longer your servants, mistress. Now we are your masters, and you are our slave.” Trey stroked his finger down her chest . . . between her breasts . . . past her navel . . . then held still just above her curls. “If you agree to obey us, we’ll untie you.”
“I will not obey you,” she said. ’Cause she sure didn’t want them to untie her.
Jake leaned down and nibbled her knee, then kissed up her thigh . . . stopping just short of her slick aching flesh. Trey shifted beside her and turned her head to face him, then pressed his cock to her lips. He eased forward, and filled her mouth with the hot bulbous head. Jake sat on the other side of her. Trey pulled free of her mouth, then Jake turned her to him and pressed his cock into her mouth. After a couple of short thrusts, he drew back, and then they both pressed their cockheads to her lips and pressed them in a little. She licked them—she couldn’t help herself—then opened wider to accommodate them. They pushed in a little more, filling her mouth. She squeezed them and sucked.
“Oh God, I want to feel our slave’s warm pussy around me.” Jake pulled free.
Trey pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She felt Jake prowl over her and then his hard cock nudge against her wet slit. Hard and sturdy, it pressed against her, sending her senses reeling . . . slowly opening her as it glided inside. She breathed in a rush of air as she sucked on Trey.
“Man, Trey, she is hot and tight.”
Trey drew his cock from her mouth and sat on the side of the bed. Jake drew back and thrust forward. Trey wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it as he watched Jake’s cock glide into her again. Trey’s free hand found her breast and stroked her hard sensitive nipple.
Jake pulled back and thrust again. She squeezed him inside her. His big cock stretched her as it glided along her slick passage. Trey sucked on her breast and Jake picked up speed. Thrusting deep and fast. She moaned at the exquisite pleasure of Trey’s sucking and Jake’s fucking.
“Oh, yes . . .”
Jake slowed and drew back, only his cockhead lingering in her needy opening.
“Oh, please keep going,” she pleaded.
“So you’ve decided you want to obey your former servants, slave?”
She gasped as he almost pulled free. “Yes, I’ll do anything you say.” She arched forward, trying to keep him within her. “Just keep going,” she cried frantically.
He impaled her with one forceful forward thrust. She moaned in delight.
Trey released her breast and sat back against the pillows, stroking his shaft. Jake began fucking her in earnest, driving deep, then pulling back . . . then driving deep again. She squeezed him inside, quivering pleasure trembling through her as he picked up speed . . . driving into her in forceful thrusts . . . sending her pleasure higher and higher . . . until she exploded in a spectacular release . . . flying across the heavens in pure rapture.
His groan joined hers as he burst into her . . . filling her with liquid heat.
“Man, it’s my turn now.”
Danielle, lying slumped back with her eyes closed . . . reveling in the afterglow of pleasure . . . felt the cuffs around one ankle pull free, then her legs lifted upright until they were pointing straight up, and then cuffed together. She opened her eyes to see Trey crouching against her, then his thick cock pushed into her.
Oh, it felt so good. His hard shaft filled the place Jake had just left . . . and stretched her even more with his wider cock. Then he grasped the cuffs between her ankles, and moved her feet to the left in a sweeping motion, then to the right. Her body twisted back and forth with the movement, essentially rolling her vagina around his cock. She squeezed him and he groaned. Jake slid his hand down her stomach and his finger glided over her clit. Within seconds Trey erupted inside her. At the feel of his hot release, and Jake’s stimulating touch, heat rushed through her and she moaned in another orgasm.
She stared at him wide-eyed while her breathing settled.
“What was that?” she asked.
“That . . . was spectacular,” said Trey, smiling.
Jake held open the large wooden door and Danielle stepped into the dimly lit club. After lazing around Trey’s place all morning, Trey had suggested they go to Le Jazz Hot, a local bar where he said they could listen to some great jazz music and do some dancing.
The hostess led them to a cozy booth in the corner with a great view of the stage. Small amber pendant shades hung from the ceiling over each of the tables, casting a soft glow.
The décor included glossy oak tables and comfy-looking black chairs with upholstered seats, wood paneling on most of the walls, and terra-cotta brick behind the stage area and the bar, and extending along a wall with a big fireplace. Over the bar a glittering array of stemmed glasses hung upside down, and inset shelves displayed bottles of liquor. The bar itself was made of stacked slate topped by a thick, glossy oak top. Various musical instruments were mounted on the walls, along with photos of famous jazz musicians. At least she assumed the latter, since she didn’t know that much about jazz.
All in all the place had a nice warm feel. She sat down in the booth and Trey and Jake slid in beside her, one on each side.
