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By *oss25 OP Man
over a year ago
Flitwick and Fakenham |
Annie slapped Simon hard across his cheek and pressed her face to his
“You kiss who I tell you to, you fuck when I say, you do nothing that I haven’t told you to do. It’s not rocket science, just do what I fucking say and we will all get on just fine. Don’t make me show you what will happen if you disobey. Do you understand....bitch”?
Simon looked at her, gently stroking his stinging cheek. Before she could react Simon grabbed both her wrists in his hands and body slammed her hard into the wall, his face contorted with rage. Her arms were now locked in a vice-like grip above her head with his body pressed against hers, all she could do was wriggle and gasp. She tried to knee him in the balls but he was ready and had twisted his body so she could do no damage.
Transferring her wrists into his left hand he gripped her face in his right hand and squeezed her cheeks hard, hard enough for a look of sheer terror to cross Annies face. She struggled harder and cried out, her husband, Mark, and friend Chris, stood shocked and immobile at the suddenness of Simons’ attack.
Simon asked her quietly to stop shouting. He stroked her face carefully avoiding the teeth that tried to bite him. He lowered his hand and again told her to stop shouting and struggling. He caressed the side of her neck, gently massaging the muscles that stood out like cords, then down to her clavicle tenderly feeling along its length with his fingers before tracing a line down and around the buttons of her blouse. Annie still struggled and yelled at Simon to get the fuck off her and begged Mark to help. Simon just lifted her hands higher over her head until she was on her tiptoes and held her throat in the other, not hard, not tight but just a
presence, a reminder.
Her mouth formed a perfect oval as she took in what was happening. Firstly, the pain from her arms registered, then the knowledge that she was no longer in control. It made her blink as she tried to unravel her feelings. She could feel his hard body pressed against hers, unyielding and immovable and felt something stir in the pit of her stomach. Simon moved yet closer and kissed her hard. His tongue traced the outline of her lips and her mouth parted. Annie whimpered and responded, she moved her lips and tongue to his, her body moulded against him.
Suddenly remembering herself she pulled away and started verbally abusing everyone in the room again. Simon looked at Mark and Chris and rolled his eyes.
“Shut the fuck up Annie. No-one slaps me and I kiss and fuck when I want and who I want. I am not your or anyone else’s bitch. You can humiliate Mark and degrade him as much as you both want, and we are here to help, but don’t for one second think that you can do that to me without some severe consequences”
She stared up at him, open mouthed (again) and started to say something. Simon raised his eyebrows and lifted her hands higher still. Annie winced, partly uncomfortable and partly realisation; she had met her match and she had a choice to make, open warfare or allow Simon to take control.
“Sorry, your rules, I’ll do as I’m told within reason”
Simon lifted her arms as high as they could go and stared her down. Annie could feel her shoulder sockets pull and marvelled at the strength he must have to hold her like this. She felt the tingle in her stomach and realised it had spread to her pussy.
“Take it off” Simon said
“What? I don’t, I can’t, I don’t know that I can be me without it!” Annie haltingly whispered
“Try for me”
Simon released her arms and she tentatively started pulling clips out of her red hair, seconds later she slowly removed the wig from her head. Annie looked somehow reduced, still stunning but the look in her eyes had changed. The way she stood and projected herself had softened imperceptibly.
Your rules, anything you say” she whispered with her blue eyes gazing into his.
She suddenly felt alive, as if a huge weight had been lifted off her. Every touch, real or imagined, sent shudders through her body. She knew then that she wanted Simon to be in control, that after all this time of being the dominant in a relationship she was ready to relinquish power and enjoy every sensation that was to come. The red wig had symbolised her dominatrix status, it was expected of her, fiery redhead in control and as much as she had enjoyed the power she had never felt truly connected. She knew instantly that this had changed and removing the wig allowed her to just be herself: to submit to another’s will and desires, to be used and enjoyed. God, she could feel her pussy tingling and wet, the anticipation was killing her.
Simon massaged her arms, neck and shoulders before kissing her sensually and slowly. Taking his time to ensure that she meant it and wasn’t about to launch a swift reprisal. He loved that she was fiery and knew what she wanted, he had no intention of breaking her, her intelligence and the spark it gave her was what he valued most. He would have the final say and she would do as he required. A light hearted Dom maybe and now that Annie has relinquished control, something she had never done before, he wanted to make sure it was the most fulfilling, sensual meet ever.
Remembering Mark and Chris, Simon turned to them and said
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to kill the mood! Let’s all start again shall we?”
He uncrossed her arms and kissed her then started to unbutton her white blouse. A button undone in between each deep kiss. He eased it off her shoulders and she let it drop to the floor. Her short black leather skirt was next, Simon teased his finger around the waistband before undoing it and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Mark and Chris had taken the hint and were stripping too.
Annie stood in lacy white bra and knickers, her toned tanned body looking every inch sex goddess. She shook out her own pale blonde hair and smiled at them all.
“Undress me please” Simon asked
Three willing pairs of hands undid buttons, belt and zip until he was standing proudly and nakedly in front of her. She saw his cock hardening and inadvertently licked her lips. Simon leant forward and kissed her neck then moved down towards her soft tits. He kissed along her clavicle and across the mounds above her bra. Kissed along the lacy edge of her bra and he could see her nipples had hardened. He put his mouth over a nipple and exhaled slowly into the fabric, his hot breath easily felt by Annie. She saw Chris coming closer and reached her head over Simons so that they could kiss. Their tongues danced gently with each other. Annie ran a hand over Chris’ cheek and the other pressed Simons head into her bosom.
He felt a hand stroking his back and down towards his bum, Mark was still watching, taking a photo every now and then so it was Chris. Simon smiled into Annie’s tits, he loved the feel of his hands, how they teased and explored. Simon reached behind Annie and undid her bra clasp and eased it over her arms exposing her beautiful pert tits. His hands continued to caress lower and he moved behind her so that he could slide her knickers slowly down her legs, taking time to brush his hands over her arse and thighs as he did so.
Chris and Annie faced each other, hands stroked and felt each other’s soft skin, heat emanated from them both. Simon, still behind Annie, ran his hands up Chris’ legs and cupped his arse cheeks. He pulled them all together so that Annie was sandwiched between them. A hard cock pressed into her both front and back. She squirmed and moulded herself to them before she looked over to Mark and smiled at him. He grinned back, his camera clicked as his other hand stroked his hard cock.
Simon moved away and went to get the chair from the corner of the bedroom which he placed at the end of the bed. He motioned to Mark,
“The best seat in the house Mark, take a load off and watch your beautiful wife being fucked by Chris and myself. You can’t cum until later and clean up duty for all of us is all yours”
With that he put cuffs around Marks wrists and ankles, tightly bound to the chair so that he was unable to move. A ball and gag completed his humiliation, all he could do was watch and dribble.
Simon sat on the end of the bed and beckoned to Annie to lay across his thighs. Once comfortable he stroked her arse gently before he spanked her three times in quick succession, each slap getting harder. Annie quivered and stifled a cry. This was repeated once more and the tears that ran down and dropped from her nose were real.
Simon lifted her up and laid her across Chris’ legs as he sat down on the bed.
“Spank her other cheek, increase the hardness as you progress up to 6 slaps. Same spot for each slap but don’t miss and connect with her pussy.....too painful”
Simon grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head up so that he could look at her pretty tear streaked face as Chris teased her bum cheek before he began. Nobody was being gentle and as Annie moaned and mewled both Simon and Chris knew that she was OK with everything. They had a safe word and until someone uttered or even screamed it they all knew that absolutely anything would be acceptable.
Annie was sobbing and moaning when Chris had finished, her arse an angry red with hand prints on each cheek. Simon bent down and kissed her while she ground her pussy across Chris’ thighs, his hard cock trapped under her body. The pleasure and pain merged with one another, both flooded her neurones, the pain becoming the pleasure as she felt herself submit entirely and for the first time.
Mark groaned and wriggled against his cuffs. Simon leant over and stroked a hand up his thigh then raked his nails hard down the length of his leg. A muffled cry and Mark nodded, his eyes wide and gleamed with lust.
Chris stood Annie up and held her close to him, her head rested in the crook of his shoulder as his arms enveloped her. Annie felt safe and not only that but desired too. She was used to being in control, the speed and intensity of play as she dictated. She kissed Chris’ neck, pleased to have them both there to guide her on this new experience.
Simon snuggled up behind her, his cock pressed between her bum cheeks. He kissed the back of her head then reached round and kissed Chris. Their lips parted and tongues connected, Annie was entranced and said
“I love to watch men kiss and touch each other, it’s so fucking hot”
She could feel their cocks twitching and growing against her body as the kiss became more intense. Their tongues danced together while both their hands stroked and caressed Annie’s body. Brushing over her neck, around her tits, down her side, they followed the contours of both her inner thighs and arse cheeks. Annie writhed with pleasure as an intense feeling built up in her hot wet pussy, she was going to explode and she begged them to fuck her so she could cum.
Simon and Chris chuckled and both faced her before they each took a nipple into his mouth. Hard already she shivered as they suckled on her tits. Tongues teased and tickled around and over her nipples, teeth gently nibbled with an occasional bite, hard enough to make her yelp. Annie wrapped her hands in their hair (yes, amazingly they both had a full head of hair!) and pulled them hard to her body, she encouraged them to bite and nip harder.
Simon and Chris took an arm each and tossed her onto the bed, Simon lay on his back and had Annie straddle his face. Chris standing at the end of the bed, angled so Mark could see, picked up a silk scarf from the bedside table. He placed it under Annie’s chin and held it tightly bunched in his hand behind her head. He pulled Annie to his cock and slid his hardness into her mouth, the scarf tightened each time he drove his cock deep into her throat.
Simon meanwhile had teased his way closer to her pussy. His tongue lapped and traced a line around her lips and down to her perineum, his fingers stroked their way up her thighs and he felt how damp they were. Cupping her arse he pulled her hard to himself, his tongue pressed as deep as possible into her dark tunnel as his thumb eased into her tight arse.
Annie cried out in anticipation and desire, wriggled her hips as best she could. Movement was not an option though. Simon held her hips and arse and Chris had her practically suspended with the scarf. Chris could feel the pressure of it around her throat each time he sank his cock deep into her mouth. He thrusted deeper and she gagged but recovered quickly and one hand stroked his cock and balls as he thrust in and out of her mouth whilst the other stroked around and over his asshole.
Marks eyes had practically popped out of his head. His wife, his dominatrix, had surrendered to a stronger force and was being pleasured like he had never seen before. If there was ever a time not to be strapped to a chair now was it. Part of him wanted to join in but the other part; well that part thoroughly enjoyed his bitch of a wife getting face fucked and he hoped she would be used and abused until she could take no more.
Chris threw his head back and groaned as Annie sucked his cock with her fingers sliding into his lubed arse. Simon licked and sucked her clit with two fingers curled into her pussy and over her G spot as his other thumb pushed in and out of her arse. She tensed and thrust her hips up to Simons’ head. An almighty scream and she started to cum, Chris’ cock forgotten as her synapses overloaded. Spasm after spasm shook her body, the scream morphed into a low groan, her eyes rolled back into their sockets and were blank and unfocused.
Her clit was now ultra sensitive and each time Simon gently licked it another spasm tore through her body, her juices squirted over his face as he licked and sucked them up as quickly as he could. He felt a hand wrapped around his balls then felt Chris straddle him. A condom rolled over his cock and the weight as Chris rested his arse over him. Chris rocked gently to and fro as he slowly lowered himself onto Simons rigid pole. Taking his time, Simons’ girth always took his breath away, so completely filled and stretched.....impaled now, Simon groaning into Annie’s pussy as Chris increased the speed and depth each time he sank onto that big fat cock.
Chris had hold of Annie’s tits from behind and she leaned back against him. She could feel him moving up and down on Simons cock and felt Simons growing desire as he still toyed with her pussy. She slipped her hand behind her and felt Chris’ cock, hard and sticky with pre-cum. She felt the hard slick shaft of Simon’s cock in between thrusts, her fingers trapped each time Chris pressed his body down.
She twisted her position round, Chris still played with her tits and Simon sucked her clit deep into his mouth then teased it with his tongue. She squeezed his balls, massaged them in her hand and teased between his cock and arse with her finger. She enjoyed the slickness of the lube and the grunts of enjoyment from Simon each time she slipped her finger into his arse, she felt the contractions begin and they both sensed Simon wouldn’t last much longer. Chris drove himself harder and deeper onto that hard cock, Annie squeezed and caressed Simon as Chris squeezed her tits and pulled her nipples. Simon cried out as he came, pulsing cum into the condom, he gripped Annie tightly and arched his back to push himself as far into Chris as he could.
Annie slid backwards to kiss Simon and lick her sticky juices from his face. Her orgasm had subsided but the continued attention to her pussy and clit had her on the edge of another. Her hand felt for Chris, and, condom in place, guided his cock into her desperate cunt. She looked over at Mark as he dribbled and moaned. She smiled at him with a far away look as Chris slowly and deliberately pressed his cock into her swollen, wet pussy. Annie pushed herself backwards as Chris stopped moving, his cock buried deep inside her.
With a little lube applied he teased around her puckered arse with his fingers. He could see the muscles tense and relaxed as Annie slid his cock in and out of her pussy. He allowed his index finger to slowly press into her arse as she moved backwards. He felt her relax her sphincter and he fully slid in. He stroked his cock in her cunt through the thin flesh wall before easing a second finger into her.
Mark grunted and gestured to the bedside table. Chris opened the drawer and found a large black butt plug. He grinned at Mark and mouthed his thanks. Lubed and pushed into her dark passage Annie gasped at the size and coldness of it. She realised what it was immediately: the toy she used to tease and punish Mark. He loved it and hated it in equal measure, Annie could be quite the bitch when the mood took her. Chris enjoyed stretching her arse with it, pushed deep inside her as she pressed back onto his cock, almost removed as she pulled away. Her moans told him that she was enjoying every moment and as her body responded to every touch so her moans increased.
Simon lifted his head and started to suck and bite a hard nipple, Chris had the scarf back around her neck and as he tightened it around her throat he pulled her head back hard. Her breathing now severely restricted combined with the sensation of her pussy being pounded, her arse fully loaded and her tits and nipples mauled by hands and mouth allowed her to let go. For the first time she truly let go. No agenda, no rules, no plan. She allowed every sensation, both pleasure and pain, to run riot through her body and the loss of control allowed her to feel each one so much more intensely than ever before. Her pussy blazed and each thrust stoked it more. As Simon bit and pulled her tits and nipples the pain transmogrified into a dark pleasure that up until now she had administered but never felt. She threw her head back and bared her teeth at the ceiling, eyes wide and her back concave.
She heard the noise before she realised it was her that had made it. A low growl, intense and full of every emotion that coursed through her body. As the feelings intensified so the growl got louder, her arched back thrust back harder and alternately Simon sucked her tits or kissed her deep and aggressively.
Her body could wait no more and she screamed as her orgasm rolled through her, it didn’t stop and she screamed on, wave after wave, like every repressed feeling from her past was being released, like a pressure cooker blowing its top.
Chris, spurred on by her pussy clamped tight onto his cock stiffened as he started to cum. He thrust deeper and held himself hard against her. His cocked pulsed as he shot stream after stream of cum into the condom. He felt every spasm and contraction in her pussy as she continued to cum. Each one milked his spunk and finally drained him completely. He continued to move slowly in and out of her, Annie had her hand pressed hard onto her pussy, fingers rubbed and pressed into her hard clit. She needed a final release. Her legs were shook and her body quivered as she took herself into the stratosphere once more. She squirted over Chris and Simon as her focus went. She pressed her arse (and the butt plug) hard against Chris’ pelvis, head buried into Simons neck while her fingers continued to work her clit. Wave after wave, squirt after squirt until she could hold her position no more.
Simon held her to his chest and as Chris pulled out then they lay her on the bed. Annie moaned and groaned, occasionally she giggled but made no attempt to move. Simon on one side, Chris the other, the three of them lay comatose and drained, Mark all but forgotten. He coughed into his gag politely but was ignored. They would let him up to do what he had to once they had recovered enough.
Annie lay in a trance, she felt them hold her tightly, protected in her vulnerable state, cared for and very obviously desired. She felt warm and wanted, absolutely spent but she also knew she needed more, that she wanted this multitude of conflicted feelings and sensations to continue. She stroked Simons face and gently stretched up to kiss him. She knew she wanted his cock to fill her and have Mark watch as her pussy stretched around its girth. She stroked Simons chest and her hand started to inexorably move towards that object of desire. Simons breathing had quickened and the kiss was returned, laden with desire.
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