Bedroom Eyes 10

Stephanie rocked back and forth on her knees, straddling Maires’s face while Maires, lying on her back, licked her cunt. I’d left them to this intimacy and retrieved my belt from the floor. 

I knew Stephanie was happy, but also that she was mostly straight: sexually, she liked male smells and energy, and sex with girls was easier if I was there too. (Maires wouldn’t have cared.) .

So I put my hand on Stephanie’s right cheek and turned her to face me, on her left. She smiled, pleased to remember I was there, and kissed me. 

I held the kiss till she grimaced: Maires had just done something very right. Then I whispered, “I’m going to warm your arse till you come, Stephanie.”

She nodded. She’d had a certain amount of hand spanking that evening, especially when we were in the playground together. She’d enjoyed that, and crawling naked to my room with her arse glowing pink and no doubt warm, past the remaining party-goers: that had been hot too, and had put her in a nicely submissive frame of mind. It helped that she liked showing off, and that made that moment psychologically easier. So just then a warmed arse sounded good.

I said, “With my belt. It’s time you moved up in the world.”

Stephanie still smiled, but Mairtes was licking her hard, long and slow just then. I don’t think I had her full attention. So I brought the belt up to her face where she could see it. “Kiss the belt, beautiful Stephanie. And if you do that means we can both do whatever we like with you, all the way through till morning.”

She raised her eyebrows. She’d heard that part. But speaking was hard just then. I held the belt a couple of centimetres from her mouth. She had to move to kiss it. She glanced at me quickly, and whatever she saw in my face – probably admiration of several kinds – decided her. She bent her neck and slowly, almost ceremonially, kissed my belt.

I said, “Good girl.” Because a Dom is always happy to say that. But I added, “Look, you should know: I think I’m falling a bit in love, Stephanie. Massive lust, obviously, but love, too.”

She grinned. None of us had talked about what that might mean, and none of us, least of all Stephanie, were in a state to talk just then, but that sounded OK with her. So I doubled the belt and the next time her hips swung back in response to Maires’s tongue, I smacked her.

That first smack caught her low across her arse. It wasn’t at all hard, and left no mark except a faint blush with no outline. But Stephanie’s eye widened and she pursed her lips to say, “Uh!”

I kissed her again, and she kissed back. We shared breath and tongues, and sometimes our teeth touched lightly. I whipped down the belt to meet her ass every time she swung her hips back. She had two mouths and an implement of discipline to deal with. Sensory overload didn’t seem to trouble her.

I increased the force of her belt spanking, so the room rang with the impacts. The force of impact increased slowly but steadily, until she’d have to notice that she was now being whipped tolerably hard.

Stephanie said, “Oh wo wo wo.” Being whipped quite hard seemed to be good too.

Her body tensed, muscles showing, and she ground her cunt mercilessly on Maires’s mouth. The time for worrying about whether Maires could breathe had passed.

I swung the belt again, and said, “Until you come, Stephanie.” I moved from her side to be in front of her so she could see me and hang on. Her hands gripped my sides, under my arms, with all her strength. She looked agonised, not by the belt. I swung my belt again, vertically down her ass, landing hard to curl down one side then the other, no longer in time with her movements. 

Her nails pressed into me, and raked down my sides. I thought I’d probably just lost skin. (I had, and some blood, but I didn’t know that till later.) Stephanie threw her head back and said, “Mer – mer – mer – mer -” then she shut her eyes and just yowled. She felt forward, and I caught her. 

I held a girl who wasn’t doing a lot to support herself, and kissed her neck and shoulder. At last she said, “Fuck. Jesus fuck. Fuck. Whoa.”

It wasn’t full of content, but it was the first thing she’d said in nearly half an hour. Maires, between Stephanie’s thighs, moved her head sideways so she could say, “You can say that again.” 

I answered, because doms are simple creatures, “Good girl. Good girls, beyond belief. Both of you.”

Bedroom Eyes 9

Maires lay on her back looking up at Stephanie, who straddled her waist. “Stephanie, my sweetlove, move up a bit so Maires can get at your cunt. With her face. Get your ass nice and comfortable.”

Stephanie considered that. It was a good order, as orders go.  She said, for the first time, “Yes, sir.”

She was trying it out, to see how it felt to say it. But hearing from her it was powerful magic.

Sincere or not, I felt that “sir” right through my body. I took her hand and put it on my cock.

She squeezed. “Oh! It’s not quite dead!”

“You have some control on what it does. Say, ‘sir’ again.”

Stephanie looked at me, eyes unnaturally wide, then dropped her gaze submissively. She breathed, “Oh, yes, sir.”

I knew she was taking the piss, but that didn’t seem to matter. She tightened her grip on my cock, which answered her. “Oh my god, it’s not dead at all. Just like ET! Sir. Hmm. Sir!”

I kissed her. “You can play all the games you like. But the truth is, you already half mean it, Stephanie.”

She looked away for a second. “You might be right. Sir.” 

I tried hard not to look smug. Really I did. “Now, I gave you an order. It’s an order that gets your cunt licked. So…”

“Yes! Sir!”

She scrambled forward, still straddling Maires, and moved up a little so her cunt approached the waiting Maires’s face, then lowered her body slowly until a little gasp told me she’d made contact with Maires’s tongue. I imagined Maires smiling, buried as she was in beautiful woman, tongue working hard to pleasure her new sister.

Stephanie trembled slightly as Maires licked up at her cunt. This was completely new for her, and it was clearly wonderful.

Her ass was sweetly poised, in one of the classic spank-me positions. It trembled a little, too. 

That ass seemed intensely inviting to me, even if Stephanie had probably forgotten, for the moment, that I existed.

But there was her gorgeous arse, jiggling up and down in response to Maire’s tongue. There were no more wordgames, now: I was simply hard.

Yes, I decided, this was a very good time to introduce something else new. New for Stephanie, at least. I rolled off the bed onto the floor, and took the belt from my jeans.

 

Bedroom Eyes 8

I lay on Stephanie’s back, cock slowly softening inside her. Even though I’d reach under her to hold her breasts, cupping, squeezing and pinching her nipples, not too hard. Even though fucking Stephanie was something I’d wanted to do, feeling that want in my cock, in my gut and, oddly, in the back of my neck, for eight years. 

I kissed her shoulder and then her neck, and she waggled her arse under me. That was welcome too, but I was spent. My cock wouldn’t be doing much for at least half an hour. I said, “Scuse me a sec. Sorry.” And I wthdrew from her while I was still hard enough to be sure the condom would stay with my cock.

I dropped the condom out of sight under the bed and rolled onto my side, so Stephanie and I lay facing each other, our heads each resting on one of Maires’s thighs. Maires reached down and stroked our hair, and we kissed. Stephanie put her hand on my soft, wet cock. “You’re all fucked out. I’ve drained you.” 

There was an odd mix of pride and disappointment in her expression. For no good reason except that I was enthusiastic about her arse, I smacked it, first lightly, then hard, a proper spank.

“Oh, I’ll probably be back in a bit. And in the meantime… tongues on men are like strap-ons on women. They never get exhausted.” 

“Jesus, Jaime,” Maires said. “That’s absolutely fucking Wildean.” 

So this time I smacked the outer side of Maire’s thigh, twice. That, for some reason, helped me work out what we should do next. “Come down the bed, Maires. Right down, so your feet can touch the floor. No, on your back.” 

Stephanie rolled onto her back, to give Maires room, and watch her. I said, “Good girl. Now stop there.”

“Yes, Sir.” Maires usually didn’t acknowledge orders she was already obeying. But she wanted to show off her status to Stephanie. And to suggest that it could be fun. She liked games, the fun kind, and she played them well.

I kissed her, and took a pillow. “I’m going to put this under your shoulders. Up a bit for a moment, girl.”

“Yes, Sir.” Maires smiled at Stephanie. Then she looked back at me and frowned: what in fuck was I up to?

I got the pillow into place. “Now drop your head back. You’re an accessory.”

She looked at me, still frowning, before obeying. “After the fact?”

“You, love, you’re a cunt-licking accessory.”

“Ah. Stephanie is lovely. You don’t mind me saying that, do you?”

Stephanie kissed her, which is answer enough. Maires said, to me, “A very, um, willing cunt-licker, sir.”

I said, “Willing. Not that it matters.”

I took Stephanie’s hand. She’d been watching us, fascinated. She’d blushed, just lightly, when I called Maires a cunt-licking accessory: that was rude. No one talks to a woman like that, she’d have said two hours ago, and yet it was hot.

We were animals now, fiery like Blake’s tiger, in the night. And the cunt in question, the one that needed to be licked, was hers. 

 

Bedroom Eyes 7

I‘d told Stephanie that I’d fuck her again when, and possibly if, she could make Maires moan. Since I wanted her very much, I was intending to interpret any sexual comfort noises that Maires might make as moans. But Maires had a strong mischievous streak, and I expected that she’d be silent for a while, making Stephanie work and keeping me from entering her.

I knew that Stephanie minded my cock not being in her, which was in itself a powerfully sexy consideration. She was on her knees, her ass up and her head down between Maires’s thighs, mouth and tongue on Maires’s cunt, her hands under Maires’s thighs. Maires wriggled under Stephanie, to give her better access. She let her hands rest lightly on Stephanie’s head, caressing rather than directing. 

I watched them, two beautiful women, both of whom I loved in different ways, in loving embrace. Stephanie was having a new experience. I wondered how she was feeling, but as far as I could tell she was pixified, enchanted, happy to find herself exploring Maires’s cunt and her own responses.

I was still dangerously close to coming. When I entered Stephanie, I hoped to last at least until Maires came. But just then simply entering the soft paradise of her cunt again, feeling her ass pressed against me, would bring me to release.

I tried to relax, and despite the sensual wonder of their mutually moving bodies, I thought for a moment about all the species of dog I could name, that began with the letter L: labrador, lowchen, wasn’t there a Lhasa something?

But Maires grunted, a pleasured sound, and then made a low groan through her nose. I said, “Labradoodle,” which fortunately they ignored, and positioned myself behind Stephanie, holding her hips.

We moved together, in time with the rhythm of Stephanie’s head between Maires’s thighs, slowly joining.

Then Stephanie gasped, like Maires had, as I pushed deeper into her, sometimes withdrawing a little then moving forward, skin sliding wetly along sensitive skin.   

I wanted to praise them both, for being beautiful, and good and loving, but just then I couldn’t do words. Maires made another pleasure noise, under Stephanie’s mouth, and I sped up, fucking Stephanie harder, faster. I knew that sound, though Stephanie hadn’t heard it before. Maires was close.

Maires lifted her knees then, thighs tightly clasping Stephanie’s head. Her hands that had rested on the back of Stephanie’s head clenched, seizing her by the hair, and pulling. Her body worked, pushing up at Stephanie’s face. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth opened, a silent scream, and then her ass rose from the bed while she clawed at Stephanie’s back and growled.

Lioness, I thought. My love is like a lioness. And I leaned down to kiss the back of Stephanie’s neck, reached under her to hold her breasts, and came in her. Also growling.

Stephanie laughed, triumphant, having made us both come. But, I noted, she hadn’t come herself.

We two growling animals would have to pleasure her, next. Stephanie had fallen amongst the burning beasts.