Kitten has some new rules when we play; she has to say ‘please’ before having an orgasm and she has to say ‘thank you’ once she’s had one.
We’re all so spoiled, we fucked for hours taking turns pleasing each other and pushing a little too hard. It seemed like the perfect way to spend Easter, Ostara, Passover what ever the fuck we all had the night off.
My pet looks so pretty choking on his cock while I tease her pussy and make her cum. And he hadn’t been able to think of much else since the last time we teamed up and fucked him together, so he was happy to have our time and talents again. But we all agree that the very best part was when I made her watch.
She’d cum a few times already, she had that pink cheeked glow, her green eyes a little brighter. I’d been spanking her for a while, her ass in the air, vibrator against her pretty little cunt, and I asked if her bum, bright red with welts and hand prints, was sore. It wasn’t her answer, which was ‘no’. I want honest answers every time and I’ve seen her take a harder beating than I could give, I know she’s a tough cookie. It was the way she chuckled when she said it. Smug little Kitten.
I smiled back. “Have a drink of water kitty,” I told her, knowing this would be her last opportunity for a while. She sipped from her glass on the bed-side table as I clipped her leash to the D-ring at the front of her pink leather collar. I sat her down in the top corner of our big bed and clipped the chain to the D-ring at the back of her collar. Now she was stuck there, perched and watching like a good girl.
With her leash (pink, of course, with rhinestones) in one hand I crawled over to my husband at the end of the bed. “What now?” he asked, running his hands up my thighs. “Now Kitten has to watch you fuck my ass,” I said, smirking at the poor little pet tied up just out of reach. I was on all fours and he licked me from behind. Kitten’s eyes were wide, we had her full attention. “Be a good girl and play with your self a little Kitten,” I said as he pressed his cock against me and I gasped, “Spread your legs a little so we can see.”
I was still holding onto her leash. He started so slow, so so slow, she was watching us and we were watching her, a positive feedback loop of moans and open mouths, on either side a show.
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Little Leg Humper
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Due to some extenuating birth control circumstances, right now Sir can not cum in my pussy. He’s taken this as an opportunity to be super strict about making me practice with anal. So now I’m no longer allowed to cum unless it is from him fucking my ass.
I cum super hard from anal, but it still takes me a while to get over my nerves and get used to the sensation, so I whined like crazy about this new rule. Especially last night: he had thrown my legs over his shoulders and was pounding into my pussy, and I kept feeling like I’d explode. But every time he felt me tighten up, he’d stop, leaving me breathless, and say, “If you want to cum, you know what to ask for.” And then I’d turn my head away and squeeze my eyes shut and say “No no no no.”
“I could go for hours, slut,” he said. “So you’d better make up your mind.”
I was so desperate I was sputtering and trying to complain but not making any sense. Eventually, Sir pulled out and came on my chest. He cleaned me off and pulled me close next to him on the bed. I didn’t notice it myself, but I was still so horny that I guess I was grinding on his leg a bit.
“I’ll make you a deal, slut,” he said suddenly. “You can come tonight if it’s from humping my leg.”
Which naturally I refused up and down. I protested that that was totally humiliating and animalistic. I just couldn’t, no way, too embarrassing, nope.
But my clit was still throbbing, and as Sir pointed out, I’m just a needy little slut after all.
So I did it. I closed my eyes and rubbed myself into his leg and came in about 2.5 seconds, mouth open, as hard as I’ve come in a long, long time.
As soon as I finished shaking, I buried my face in a pillow and just about died.
“I think that’s the most turned on I’ve ever seen you,” Sir told me afterward. “But don’t think I’ll be so generous again.”