She stood on the step outside the front door and fished in
her bag for her key, which for some reason she still hadn’t thought to attach
to her own key ring. Once found she slid it gently into the lock and turned the
handle. She pushed the door slowly open, walked into the hall and closed it
behind her. The hallway was dark but she could hear noises coming from the
lounge, she couldn’t make them out at first, but something stopped her from
calling out. Jo and Ian hadn’t expected her to come back tonight and Charlotte
began to wonder if they were making the most of having their house back to
themselves, it certainly sounded like it.
Charlotte froze as she realised that what she was hearing
was unmistakably the sound of someone getting fucked, hard. Suddenly she forgot
all about the evening she’d just had, about Martin, about the contract, and she
crept towards the door to the lounge, her pussy already tingling at the thought
of seeing her friends fucking.
As she approached the door, she suddenly felt guilty that
she was about to spy on them and instead thought she should go straight to bed
and leave them in peace. But then she heard an unfamiliar voice and, her
interest piqued, resumed her previous trajectory.
When she got to the door she peered into the dimly lit room
through the gap between the hinges and was shocked to see Jo on the floor on
all fours. Behind her, at an angle to Charlotte, knelt a very well built black
man, his hands gripped tightly onto Jo’s sides as he violently shafted her, his
eyes closed and sweat dripping from his face. Jo was moaning and cursing at
him, but clearly loving every second of it as she was ramming her body back
against him trying to force his cock deeper into her slippery hole.
Charlotte was mesmerised at the sight, and before she knew
what she was doing she had hitched her dress up at the front and was stroking
her dripping wet pussy with her fingers. She didn’t have a perfect view as the
chair behind the door was blocking some elements of the scene, but she could
see enough to make her pussy throb and right now that was all she cared about.
Abruptly the man appeared to push Jo away and she slid
forward before turning around to face him. Charlotte let out a gasp as she saw
the man’s cock for the first time, it was longer than average, but not
ridiculously so. No, it was the girth which had taken Charlotte’s breath away,
she had literally never seen anything like it and she wondered how on earth Jo
had managed to take it inside her. Charlotte instinctively put her hand to her mouth
as Jo flicked a glance towards the door, but if she knew Charlotte was there Jo
never let on to her friend.
Instead she concentrated on the huge cock in front of her
face, forcing as much as she could into her waiting mouth, trying to ignore the
pain in her jaw as his massive stalk pushed right to the back of her mouth. As
his cock hit the entrance to her throat she made a gagging noise and pulled
away, before wrapping her hand around his prick and licking and sucking on his
heavy balls instead. She pumped him hard and then, looking down, she asked ‘Are
you ready?’.
The black man grunted loudly as Jo pumped his meaty cock in
her fist and grabbed first her hair and then his cock as he pulled her head so
that she was in the perfect position to receive his load in her mouth.
“Give it to me Leon,” begged Jo. “Cum in my dirty fucking
mouth.”
Leon’s face screwed up as he pumped harder still and
Charlotte watched in awe as several huge strings of creamy spunk erupted into
Jo’s mouth, before Leon pulled her head forward and used her lips to pump out
the rest of his load. Jo looked exhausted when the slowly softening cock was
pulled from her face and Charlotte was confused when Jo again looked down.
Charlotte stood on tip toes trying to see over the chair that was blocking her
view and was amazed to realise that Ian was lying on his back, on the floor
underneath his wife. Charlotte could only see from the top of his nose to his
stomach and as she watched she slowly realised what was about to happen.
Jo reached forward and used her fingers to hold Ian’s head
steady. She pressed on his cheeks until he reluctantly opened his mouth and
then stuck her tongue out, allowing the whole of Leon’s thick load to slowly
drip into her husband’s waiting mouth. Then she pushed his mouth closed and
smiled down at him lovingly.
“Swallow it.”
A few seconds later she pressed on his cheeks again and
checked that he had followed her instructions, before lying down on top of him
and kissing him deeply, their tongues meshing together as they re-established
their connection.
Sensing that his job here was done, and that he was now
somewhat surplus to requirements, Leon backed away slightly and looked around
as if looking for his coat. Charlotte watched as he picked up a T-shirt and
pulled it over his huge shoulders. He must have been 6’4” and looked as if he
might carry cows for a living. His cock had wilted now but it still looked
bigger than Martin’s, and Charlotte wished she had the guts to go in there, get
it hard again and let him fuck her too.
Instead, realising that she was in danger of being discovered
she pulled her skirt down and backed away quietly, before carefully mounting
the stairs in darkness. Once at the top of the stairs she heard Leon walking
through the dimly lit hallway and letting himself out. Charlotte dipped into
her bedroom and quickly got undressed, sliding between the sheets as quietly as
possible, hoping that Jo and Ian didn’t hear the mattress creak.
She had been laying there for less than a couple of minutes,
her fingers lazily strumming her clit as she replayed what she had just seen in
her mind, when she heard the bedroom door open. Charlotte froze and the next
thing she knew she felt Jo’s warm body sliding into the bed beside her. Jo
spooned against her from behind and Charlotte felt her friend’s hand snaking
under her arm and down between her legs. She gasped softly as Jo’s fingers
replaced her own and began a soft, slightly irregular rhythm on her pussy.
“I know you watched us,” breathed Jo, the scent of Leon’s
cum heavy on her breath.
Charlotte gulped loudly, “I’m sorry,” she whispered
genuinely.
“Don’t be,” replied Jo. “It turned you on didn’t it?”
“Y…yes,” stammered Charlotte slightly.
“I bet you’ve never seen a cock like that before have you?”
“No,” groaned Charlotte, her cunt responding to her friend’s
expert caress.
Jo bit lightly into her shoulder and then slid down the bed,
leaving a trail of kisses down Charlotte’s back, before playfully biting her
friend’s bottom. Instinctively Charlotte turned onto her back and within
seconds Jo had manoeuvred herself between Charlotte’s thighs.
“Ian’s not the only one who knows how to eat pussy,” she
said.
Charlotte started to protest, strangely uncomfortable at the
thought of another woman eating her pussy. But her resistance soon faded as
Jo’s warm wet tongue massaged the slick folds of her dripping wet cunt.
“Oh God,” murmured Charlotte, pushing her mound up and
towards Jo’s eager mouth.
In her mind she replayed the scene she had witnessed
downstairs, only instead of Jo, now it was her that was sucking Leon’s
impressive cock, choking on its huge girth, pulling away and sucking his
enormous balls and then begging him for his cum. Jo certainly did know how to
eat pussy and Charlotte was so turned on that it was never going to take long
for her to climax.
Charlotte pictured the big black cock spurting it’s copious
load into her open, waiting mouth, before she pushed forward, taking him into
her wide open mouth and sucking every last drop from his throbbing length.
Jo had two fingers inside her friend now and she knew she
was on the brink of coming, she ramped up the intensity of her movements and
felt the tell-tale signs of muscle spasms in the tops of her legs as she moved
closer and closer to a massive orgasm.
Charlotte felt like she could almost taste the cum in her
mouth, and her body was starting to tremble slightly as Jo’s expert
ministrations threatened to push her right over the edge. All that was needed
was one tiny trigger and she would go off like a firework.
In her fantasy vision Charlotte imagined Leon’s stalk
pulling back and her head dropping down, his cum already spilling from her
slightly open lips and dripping onto Martin’s face.
That was it. Charlotte spasmed massively as the thought of
her husband’s complete subjugation pushed her firmly over the cliff. Jo struggled
gamely to hang on to her friend as she bucked wildly against her eager tongue,
until eventually, too sensitive for any more, Charlotte literally begged her to
stop.
Jo lay still for a moment, staring down at the beautiful
sight of her friend’s cleanly shaved cunt, and then slowly kissed her way up
her body until they were face to face. They looked into each other’s eyes for a
moment, allowing the slight awkwardness to fade, before Jo kissed Charlotte
firmly on the lips and gently flicked her tongue against the younger woman’s.
Charlotte could taste her own juices mixed with Leon’s cum and again wondered
what it would feel like to be penetrated by such a huge cock.
When Jo pulled away, Charlotte wasn’t sure what she should
say. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to return the favour or not, but she found
herself offering to do so anyway. Jo smiled sweetly, but declined her offer.
While she would have loved to feel Charlotte’s sweet tongue on her pussy, she
was just too sore, and besides Ian had already eaten her to two orgasms that
night already.
The two women cuddled together, their breathing perfectly
synchronized. They were both too exhausted to discuss Charlotte’s evening with
Martin and so they just lay there until they gradually drifted off to sleep.
* * *
* * *
* *
Charlotte woke with a start, she turned her head to the side
but Jo was no longer beside her. She turned back and glanced at the clock on
the bedside table, it was 5:10am.
“Fuck…” whispered Charlotte to herself and then fell back to
sleep.
When she woke again, it was the harsh shrill of the alarm
that disturbed her peaceful slumber. Charlotte groaned and slammed her hand
down on the top of the clock, sending it cascading across the carpet and under
the radiator where it continued to beep incessantly. Charlotte hauled herself
out of bed and silenced the small plastic irritant, before placing it back in
its rightful place.
When she arrived downstairs she found Ian in the kitchen
making scrambled eggs.
“You want some?” He enquired cheerfully.
“Er, no... thanks,” said Charlotte as she tilted the water
filter into a tall glass.
Ian shrugged and made a face that seemed to say ‘more for me
then’.
“Ian,” Charlotte enquired cautiously as she carried her
drink to the table in the middle of the kitchen.
Ian turned around and Charlotte gazed at his face wondering
if he knew what she had seen last night, and if he knew that his wife had made
her cum…
“Erm, is Charlotte…”
“Nah, she’s gone, ages ago, early meeting or something… so
what happened with you last night?”
Charlotte looked startled and then realised that he was
enquiring about her rendezvous with her husband.
“Well, I’m here, so obviously not a complete success. Sorry,
I do appreciate you putting up with me being here.”
“No problem at all,” replied Ian as he spooned the finished
eggs onto his toast and carried the plate to the table where Charlotte was
sitting.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Maybe later… I’ve got to get to work too.”
Ian nodded and Charlotte found herself staring at him as he
munched his way through the eggs and toast, the image of Jo spitting Leon’s cum
into his mouth flashing through her mind. Suddenly she felt very odd and
quickly got to her feet, stumbling slightly and almost dropping her glass of
water.
Ian looked up, a look of concern washing across his face.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a bit… gotta rush!”
Ian watched her retreat from the kitchen and shook his head
slightly before returning his attention to the remains of his breakfast.
* *
* * *
* * *
Charlotte opened the front door and walked into her friends’
house, finding no one home she made her way upstairs and climbed into the
shower. As she washed her slender body she thought back to the night before
when she had spied on Jo sucking Leon’s big cock, she dropped her hand between
her legs and started to softly stroke her pussy, soon leaning against the wall
to keep herself upright. She remembered the way Jo’s mouth stretched to take
the thick shaft inside and found herself getting closer and closer to cumming.
Then she remembered how she held her breath as Leon pumped his hips and emptied
his big, heavy balls into Jo’s eager mouth, and finally how Jo had drained him
dry, forced Ian’s mouth open and then parted her lips to allow the thick,
sticky cream to drop into his mouth. That single image pushed her right over
the edge and as she shuddered through her orgasm Charlotte collapsed to the
floor, her knees up by her head as the hot water cascaded over her, plastering
her hair to her face.
When Charlotte emerged from the bathroom she almost walked
straight into Jo.
“Oh, er, hi,” started Charlotte struggling to look her
friend directly in the face.
Sensing her awkwardness, Jo decided to put her straight at
ease and moved closer and kissed her hard on the lips. Charlotte resisted for a
second or so and then relaxed completely, kissing her friend back and moaning
softly. When Jo finally released her, Charlotte felt like she might collapse
again and clung onto her friend’s arm.
“Okay?” Asked Jo warmly.
“Umm, I think so…. I don’t really know.”
“You’ll be okay, Ian’s making dinner… I need a shower, I’ll
be down in a minute.”
“Right…of course, he’s a great guy isn’t he?”
“Ian? Oh yes, I was lucky there…”
Suddenly Jo pointed her finger at her friend accusingly.
“He’s mine though, so keep your hands off!”
Charlotte looked horrified that Jo would think she wanted to
steal her husband, but before Charlotte could even protest her innocence, Jo
had dissolved into hysterics.
“God, your face!” She snorted.
Charlotte began to laugh too, and suddenly she felt a little
better. Jo leaned across her and gave her one more gentle kiss on the lips and
then disappeared into the bathroom.
* *
* * *
* * *
Charlotte found Ian in the kitchen as she expected, but
decided to leave him in peace and instead went and sat in the lounge, watching
a mindless quiz show as she waited for Jo to join her.
The quiz show finished just as Charlotte heard Jo descending
the stairs and within a few moments she was sitting on the sofa next to her,
holding her hand as they began to quietly discuss the events of the previous
evening.
Charlotte told Jo how she had shown Martin the contract they
had written and how he had completely flipped out, he had told her to forget
it, there was no way he was signing it, and that was when she had reminded him
of his predicament and left him to stew in his own juice.
Jo listened intently, nodding in all the appropriate places
and generally holding the demeanour of a wise old bird. When Charlotte finished
her tale, Jo squeezed her hand and reminded her that she held all the cards,
that there was no way Martin would choose any other course, and that she just
had to have a little patience. Charlotte smiled, but didn’t look particularly
confident.
There was a moment’s silence, before Charlotte enquired
about what she had seen the night before.
“Ah, Leon…” began Jo. “I wondered when you would bring that
up. Well, it’s, erm… he’s an old friend, and every so often he’s in the area
and we hook up.”
Charlotte grunted. “What, that’s it…”
“Well, yeah… it doesn’t happen very often, he lives quite a
way away and, well… what can I tell you, you saw his cock right?”
“Yes it was huge.”
“Yeah, it is pretty huge… I couldn’t cope with that all the
time, I’m still sore now, but once in a while I like to get really fucked and
Leon has the equipment.”
“And Ian’s okay with it?”
Jo smiled and called out her husband’s name. Ian came
through from the kitchen and stood in front of the two women.
“How’s dinner coming along?”
“Oh fine, should be about half an hour.”
“Can you leave it for a while?”
“Yes, nothing to do at the moment.”
“Good, get on your knees.”
Ian sank to his knees without a second thought and Jo lifted
her leg and her shoe dangled from her toe. Martin reached out and removed the
shoe and began kissing his wife’s foot eagerly. Jo watched carefully as Ian
kissed the entire surface of her soft, delicate foot and then began sucking
each toe, his tongue swirling around them as he did so.
“Charlotte wants to know if you are okay with me getting fucked
by Leon?”
Ian stopped sucking her toes momentarily, the realisation
that Charlotte had come back to the house earlier than he’d thought filling him
with dread. What had she seen?
“Well?”
“Yes Mistress,” answered Ian as he recommenced his foot
worship.
“You liked it when I spat his cum into your mouth didn’t
you?”
Ian’s face reddened significantly, his embarrassment growing
steadily.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Did you know that Charlotte saw me do that?”
“No Mistress,” Ian’s voice was fragile and cracked a little
as he responded.
“So now she knows what a dirty little cumslut you really
are. Don’t worry though, she didn’t see you sucking his cock and getting him
hard so that he could fuck me…”
Charlotte felt herself getting warmer (and wetter) by the
second, part of her feeling sorry for Ian, but part of her enjoying his
complete humiliation and wishing it was her own husband kneeling on the floor
before them.
Jo turned to her friend and continued talking as if Ian was
nothing more than a servant.
“Men are so stupid about bi-sex, women love sucking cock so
why shouldn’t they? I know he loves feeling Leon’s big cock in his mouth but he
still needs me to ‘force’ him do it… just as well we don’t need a gun to our
heads to please each other, huh?”
Jo looked down at her husband, who had suddenly lifted his
gaze up at the two of them.
“She tastes delicious, doesn’t she Ian?”
Ian answered in the affirmative and Jo smiled broadly at
him.
“I thought so, I bet you could taste her on my lips this
morning.”
Ian tried to think back to this morning as Jo started
fucking his mouth with her foot.
“That’s right Ian, after you swallowed Leon’s spunk I went
to check on Charlotte and made her cum with my tongue, and when I came back to
bed you were fast asleep…”
Ian grunted around his wife’s foot.
“What a shame you were asleep, I might even have let you cum
then, of course I tried to wake you, but you were dead to the world…”
Ian moaned in frustration.
“Still, I think you deserve a treat, seeing as you were such
a good slave yesterday…”
Ian’s eyes brightened and then Jo gave him the order to
stand and strip off.
“Well, what are you waiting for,” asked Jo impatiently,
knowing full well why Ian was hesitating.
Ian got to his feet and slowly peeled off his shirt,
exposing his nicely toned chest.
“That’s it, show us what you’ve got,” sniggered Jo.
Charlotte felt her temperature rising once more as Ian
uncovered his torso, she had no idea where Jo was going with this but she was
more than ready to find out.
Ian hooked his hands into the sides of his trousers and
peeled them down his legs, pulling his socks off at the same time. He
straightened up, now naked save for the tight black boxer shorts which bulged
impressively at the front.
Jo signalled for him to move closer and she reached out and
squeezed his package, smiling at Charlotte as she did so. Then she hooked her
forefinger into the waistband of Ian’s boxers and pulled them down over the
front of the chastity device he was wearing.
Charlotte let out a loud gasp as she realised that Ian’s impressive
bulge was actually a steel tube, which fitted tightly over his penis and was
secured by a small padlock.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. Now she realised what Jo had
meant when she had said that Charlotte wouldn’t have been able to do anything
for him even if she’d wanted to.
She looked up at Ian, who was looking a little nervous and
embarrassed to say the least, and then her gaze fell back to his crotch as Jo
peeled his shorts down his legs and then began squeezing Ian’s full-looking
balls. Ian started to groan as his cock hardened inside the tube as much as it
could and then Jo was reaching into her top and pulling out a thin chain with a
key on the end of it. She leaned forward and gently pushed the key into the
slot on the underside of the padlock before looking up at her husband and
smiling.
“You want out?” She smiled sweetly.
“Oh, yes Mistress… please let me out.”
Jo turned the key a little and Charlotte heard the mechanism
click. Jo then expertly slid the cage and the base ring off of her husband’s
rapidly swelling cock, before grabbing his cock harshly and pulling him down
onto the sofa between the two women.
“Listen to me very carefully,” she said. “You can either
have a ruined orgasm and then go back in the belt, or… you can just go back in
the belt. Which is it to be?”
Ian could tell from the way his wife had said it that she
wanted to ruin his orgasm in front of Charlotte and he realised that this was
part of her ‘training’. He steeled himself to answer, knowing that allowing her
to ruin his orgasm would provide him some small relief but that in the end it
would only increase his frustration and need for a real orgasm.
“Please ruin my orgasm Mistress,” he finally managed to beg.
Jo smiled and pushed him back against the back of the sofa,
his cock rock hard in her hand. She looked at her friend and began pumping
Ian’s cock hard, bringing an almost constant groan from his throat.
“You were such a good little slut for me yesterday, but you
can’t earn an orgasm from me, it has to be because I want to give it to you,
you know that don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” croaked Ian as he felt his orgasm beginning
to build deep in his balls.
“Watch carefully,” Jo instructed Charlotte as she stroked
her husband’s throbbing stalk. “You have to get it just right or you might
inadvertently allow him some pleasure, and that would never do.”
Ian groaned again, his wife’s cruel words turning him on
almost as much as the touch of her slender fingers on his cock. He’d never
quite worked out why her being mean and cruel to him turned him on so much, all
he knew was that all the greatest orgasms he’d ever experienced had been when
Jo was being particularly mean to him and treating him cruelly.
Suddenly he felt Jo’s hand let go of his aching cock and
then return in the form of three very hard slaps which made her moan loudly and
arch his back as his cock throbbed all the more insistently. Jo smiled,
remembering the time she had slapped his cock until he had cum for her, but
today was not the day for that. She gripped his cock and began a firm rhythmic
pump until Ian’s body started to tense, then she let go for a couple of seconds
and then gave it another two or three pumps. She repeated this several times
until Ian was squirming on the edge of his orgasm, finally she gave it a few
more pumps and then used her finger to tease the underside of his cock until
she saw the first drops of cum appear in his cockslit.
Jo pulled her hand away and watched fascinated as ever as
Ian’s cum erupted in a steady stream from the tip of his cock, sliding down the
underside of his length and pooling at the base of his cock. Ian groaned in
frustration and thrust his cock into the air, he wanted to grab it finish
himself off but he knew that would not be a wise move on his part. Instead he
resigned himself to his fate and satisfied himself that this would at least
give him a temporary respite, even though he knew that within a few hours he
would be feeling hornier than ever.
Charlotte was transfixed at the power her friend exhibited
over her husband, she also couldn’t believe the amount of cum that had dribbled
out of his cock, and how his cock was still hard even after the flow stopped.
Jo looked up at Charlotte and smiled, before grasping her
husband’s shaft and milking the last few drops of cum from his meat. Then she
chuckled to herself and began stroking his cock once more, using the cum on his
shaft as lubricant until she ruined his second orgasm, producing another
impressive stream of cum which pooled on top of the first load.
Jo calmly scooped the lot up in her fingers and pushed them
into Ian’s mouth ordering him to swallow it, and then giving his still hard
cock another slap.
“That was amazing,” whispered Charlotte.
Jo smiled at her and then gave her husband’s balls a hard
squeeze.
“Yes it was, but now I think we need to let him go finish
making dinner!”
I really liked this series. I'm surprised you stopped where you did.
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