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The Ad: Chapter 5/5 Part 1/3 C/W Dino: June 2000
The next couple months after our wedding were busy ones for Samantha
and I. No steady work had materialized for me but I did have some
income come in from creating web sites for several different clients,
companies and shops in nearby towns. Samantha's artistic talents
helped me out immensely in creating the pages, her ideas and input made
the sites come alive in a way I'd never been able to manage with my
rather limited talent.
I also filled my free time taking a couple of courses to keep my
computer skills up to date. A course on network applications and
another on web page coding. Samantha took a course in computer arts,
making her even more helpful with my work.
We had a quiet Christmas, just me and Sam at home, good food, sitting
by the fireplace cuddling. Long lazy hours having sex in bed, sex
downstairs, upstairs. Us talking afterwards about how things would be
after the baby's born. It snowed like a bastard the day before
Christmas and the next day we took a drive up north. The roads were
plowed, the fields and trees were just gorgeous, covered in clean,
fluffy, white snow. We found a lovely country inn to have a delicious
lunch at, then drove around the countryside and back home.
In mid January I drove Sam into the city for her ultrasound. Sam's
belly was visibly getting bigger now, with her pregnancy four months
along. Seeing our tiny child nestled snug inside her tummy brought the
fact of our baby to life for us. The child's misshapen head and tiny
little hands, plainly visible up there on the screen of the machine.
It's little heart beating rhythmically, pumping life throughout it's
tiny body. Such an awesome sight.
While standing outside the washrooms, waiting for Samantha, my former
boss at the hospital buttonholed me in the hallway. After a few
pleasantries he explained that the government was cutting the purse
strings and increasing funding to the hospital.
"I was against letting you go last year." he told me. "But things were
looking bleak back then. With the new funding coming in we're planning
to upgrade some of the systems and I was hoping you'd be available to
help out. No one knows the computer system here better than you do."
"Well thanks Nigel." I said. "I've had a lot of work since I left
here, but nothing steady. I'm finishing up some projects this week,
and have another I have to get done by the end of the month, but after
that I could be available."
Sam came out of the can and I introduced her to Nigel, a big scary
looking black dude from Jamaica who, if he came up to you in a dark
alley you'd run the other way. But once you knew him you found he was
gentle as a kitten with a heart of pure gold. I told Sam that Nigel
thought that he might be able to get me my old job back.
"It will just be for six months to start." he cautioned. "After that
we'll have to see if the funding continues."
"I'll keep my schedule flexible for the next few weeks." I said. "Give
me a call if the job pans out."
Six months would take us past the end of Sam's pregnancy. With time
off for good behaviour I could be around to help her with the new
baby.
Nigel called me a couple days later to offer me my old job back, and
with a healthy pay increase as well. Our two month long honeymoon was
abruptly ending and it was time to face the reality of getting out of
bed, going to work, and having money to pay the bills. That week Sam
and I celebrated, by planning a wild scene together.
Samantha hadn't had a whipping since our canoe trip in the fall, the
trip that had gone so well she ended up pregnant from. She'd been
dropping subtle hints over the past couple weeks. I could tell she
didn't want to seem like she was pressuring me to do it, but it was
obvious to me that she wanted me to take her in some way, like those
times back in the woods that she and I had enjoyed so immensely. I'd
sometimes playfully spank her bum with my hand, but we'd not really
done any serious business with whips and such since then.
Sam had been quite a handful that last time, even though she'd been
hanging by one foot from a tree. I'd gotten a bit carried away with
the scene myself, and I'd had regrets over being so hard on her. That
she'd had no regrets afterwards was beside the point, with our baby
growing inside her tummy I wasn't about to let things get out of hand.
I needed some professional advice, so in the evening I called Mike.
As I expected he would, Mike offered several suggestions on how to make
the weekend special for Sam and myself. That night in bed I talked
about it with her. Samantha's bracelets were locked together behind
her back and, much to my amazement, she had gotten use to sleeping
like that. The two steel rings Billy had made for her were small
enough around her wrists that they didn't dig into her spine when she
lay on her back. I'd lock her hands behind her for the first few
nights after she had them put on, and she'd toss and turn all night
until I let her go. I never really expected her to take to it, but one
night she fell asleep like that.
She woke up early the next morning with her bracelets still locked
together behind her back. I was wakened by her kneeling over my hips
with my morning erection up inside her warm pussy, and she smiled at
me, bringing her hands to her side to show me them still held together
by the shiny rings of steel and the lock I'd put on them the night
before. The next night, and almost every night since, Sam would want
me to lock her hands behind her at night before we went to bed.
Sometimes I'd hear her shifting around for a while, but she'd always
manage to fall asleep like that, and usually sleep soundly for the
whole night.
"Mike told me that his two girls would be pleased to help out this
weekend." I said. "How do you feel about that. Would you mind if the
twins played around with you a bit? Lisa is the more submissive of the
two, but Mike said she can give as well as she takes. He said Liselle
is every bit as skilled with the whip as he is."
Having someone else do the work would leave me out of it so I wouldn't
have to worry about going too far with Sam. I could monitor the
situation from the sidelines and make sure it didn't get out of hand.
From seeing the way Sam was with the twins last time when Lisa was in
the cage, I thought she might be open to the idea of having one, or
both of them around. Watching Mike's two lovelies torture my
sweetheart would be a treat for me too.
Sam's head was on my shoulder and I felt her heat up, then begin to
melt. If she had any qualms about being with another woman in that way
I would never try to pressure her into it.
"I'd never ever even thought about touching another woman like that."
she quietly said. "But that night at Mike's, with Liselle, and Lisa in
the cage, it was so nasty, so awesome. Liselle was so sweet to me
downstairs."
"Yes, we heard."
Sam pressed her face to my chest and giggled. She looked up at me.
I continued. "I'd rather have another person with us if I'm going to
whip you Sam. I don't want anything to happen to you, and there's the
baby to think about too. The girls know better than I do what it feels
like for you, and I gather they know better than me how to use a
whip."
Sam was rubbing her leg on me and she was fidgeting with her hands,
pulling against the lock holding her bracelets together and making the
steel tinkle. She seemed to be warming to the idea of having Mike's
twins come over to play with us.
I had Samantha lay on her back and I sat up, then I moved around until
I was on my knees before her. I raised her legs up and I inched closer
to her, spreading my knees on either side of her hips. Sam stretched
her hands down under her bum to touch my stiffened cock, guiding it
towards her with her finger tips. I moved a bit closer, then took hold
of myself to slide the tip through her warm and inviting slit. Parting
her labia rings, I slipped inside her.
Sam lifted her ass to bring her arms together in the small of her
back. She settled down on them, her position making the bulge of her
tummy even more pronounced. I stroked her legs and thighs, around her
ankles, and massaged her soft little feet while my cock twitched and
grew even larger inside her tight pussy.
I brought my hands down to caress her sides and her tummy. Sam had
been complaining of late that her breasts were getting sore so I very
gently stroked the two stiff buds of her nipples with my fingertips.
Her muscles inside her pussy stroked me. When she began to buck her
hips up to me I knew she was ready and I began a slow, teasing
stroking of her vagina with my rock hard cock.
I picked up the pace and it wasn't too long before Samantha threw her
hips up to meet me, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, and her
face contorted as her orgasm took hold. I wrapped my arms around her
thighs to draw us closer together, and I leaned over her a little to
increase the pressure against her. Her cum shifted into a higher gear
and she began to writhe and moan loudly, twisting herself against me,
grinding her clit against me. I held on and let her ride it out, then
I relaxed my grip on her legs and began to pump harder into her.
I pounded right through Sam's next orgasm, feeling her body get all
tense and her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. I had to slow my
strokes a bit until she was done, then I banged her hard and fast as I
felt my own cum begin to boil deep within me. Sam was screaming now,
but not from any pain. She gave voice to her wanton lust as the first
jet of my sperm blasted loose, deep within her.
Samantha's foot was before my face and I gently nipped the tough skin
of the arch with my teeth. Another shot of cum poured into her as I
fought to keep my breathing even. Again and again I felt my balls
contract as my cum shot up into the sweet creature beneath me. My head
started to spin and I toppled over sideways onto the bed, taking Sam
along with me, us still joined together with my cock spasming inside
her velvety smooth pussy.
I rolled right over onto my back pulling Samantha over too, and she
stretched out her legs and settled on top with my cock still twitching
inside of her. We blew our hot breathes into each other's faces. I got
my hand up to brush her hair off her face, then I locked lips with her
in a long, sloppy kiss.
Sam was desperate to use the toilet so I took the lock off her
bracelets to let her go. She must have finished up quick because I was
still awake when she returned. She handed me her lock, then turned
around and put her hands behind her. I slipped the lock through her
two bracelets and clicked it closed. Sam snuggled in my armpit with
her back towards me, her hands gently stroking my thigh as my hand
caressed the bulge of her belly. We both drifted off to sleep.
Samantha was sobbing softly when I woke the next morning, her tear
streaked face pressed against my shoulder. I brushed her hair off her
face with my fingers and held her close to try and comfort her. Of all
the symptoms of pregnancy, her sometimes violent mood swings were the
most distressing to me. The throwing up I could handle, aches and
pains could be soothed with gentle rubbing, but her demeanour would
sometimes shift from happy to downright mean in a blink of an eye. I
stroked her head and down her arms to her bracelets, still locked
together behind her back. It was a while before she calmed down enough
to tell me what was wrong.
"I had a dream," She said, "I was a fish swimming in the ocean.
Suddenly a bigger fish was chasing me and I had to swim fast to escape
from him. But then I swam right into a big net and I was caught up in
it. The net wrapped tightly around me and I was being hauled up
towards a boat on the surface. I pulled and struggled but the net just
kept getting tighter all around me. That's when I woke up."
Sam's belly was pressed against mine and I felt something slither
between us. We both looked down, expecting to see something there. I
brought my hand down to touch her.
"Did you feel that?" I asked her.
The baby moved again against my hand, something slimy shifting around
inside of Samantha.
"There it is again." she said. Sam looked up at me. "I really have to
go pee."
I slid the key into her lock and took it off her bracelets. I helped
to steady her as she sat up and then she stood and went off to the
bathroom. I was up and had the coffee on by the time she joined me in
the kitchen. Coffee for me, tea for Sam, since lately she couldn't
even stand the smell of coffee anymore. Sam sat down and I gave her a
glass of juice, her vitamin pill, a cup of tea, bowing and scraping as
I placed the items before her.
"Your juice, Madam. Your tea, Madam."
That routine always made her smile. While I made us some pancakes we
discussed the plan for the weekend.
We'd picked up a few books from the library, the "So You're Going to
have a Baby" kind of books. The third trimester, four to six months,
was referred to as the "quiet time". The little bundle of cells that
would become our child had established itself safely inside the uterus
at this point, had settled in and was doing well. Sam's nausea had
passed, to be replaced by other aches and pains as her body adjusted
to it's new status. However the baby at this stage was becoming a life
form now and better able to cope with external stresses that may
invade the sanctity of it's snug abode. Stress that might be caused
from, say, mom being tied to the rack and flogged without mercy?
"The main reason I'd like Mike's girls over," I stated, "is so I can
keep my wits about me and make sure you're O.K. Any sign of distress
from you and one of us will see it and slow things down. If you really
get into trouble I want to end it right then, I could never have
anything happen to you or our child."
Samantha blew up. "You just want to get an eye full of the two pretty
twins!" she said, then began sobbing loudly.
I stood at the stove for a moment, watching the pancakes bubble. I
shifted the pan to a cold element, a little loudly. Sam actually
cringed when I walked towards her. I knelt beside her chair.
"Sam, that's not fair." I softly said. "You know you're all the woman
I'll ever want. Sure I'd enjoy watching a scene with three pretty
girls going at it, what man with a heartbeat wouldn't. Nothing's going
to go on between me and Mike's girls, I'd just rather have someone
else around when we do this, that's all. Just to make certain nothing
goes wrong."
"What about if Mike comes over to help instead." she snarled.
I stood up and moved back to the stove. "Mike told me he's busy with a
client this weekend. We can wait till next week and see if he's free."
Sam was quiet until I had the breakfast on the table and I sat down.
She looked at me with those big sheepish pale blue eyes of hers, and I
saw that her mood had swung back to that of Sam the sweet subbie girl.
"I'm sorry Jim." she said. "I don't know what comes over me sometimes.
I know you love me and only want what's best for me and the baby. And
I would like to have Lisa and Liselle with us this weekend."
"It's all right Samantha. You're pregnant and your hormones are all
out of wack. I don't blame you for getting upset at times."
Sam flashed me a smile and everything was O.K.
"But I am going to have to punish you for speaking to me in an
unbecoming manner." I stated.
This was Friday and I'd start work at the hospital on Monday. Our last
three days together, since I expected my new job would eat up a lot of
my time. At least for the next few months, until things settled down.
After breakfast was over I had Samantha wash the dishes and I ordered
her to strip and meet me in the basement.
The rec room downstairs is a nice big area with a washroom off to one
side. A strong steel pole in the center of the room holds up the
house. Normally one would build the room to conceal such a post, or at
least arrange the furniture around it in some way. The post was
central to the room the way I'd done it, a somewhat unusual focal
point for the chairs and couches in the area. A rather ugly thing to
be looking at, unless of course a pretty and naked girl was tied to
it.
Last week I'd picked up thirty feet of chain, not really heavy chain,
but strong enough. I attached one end around the center pole with a
lock. When Samantha came down I attached the other end of the chain
around her right ankle with another lock. The keys were up in our
bedroom. I had her walk to the bathroom to make sure the chain was
long enough for her to reach. It was. Then I left her down there to go
and call Mike.
Mike was keyed up, I could tell. "I had a long talk," he said, "with
your buddy Billy in Oklahoma. He's all set to do two collars for the
girls."
"Great." I said. "I'm sure he'll get a kick out of seeing the twins."
"What I had in mind he seemed a bit reluctant to do, until I told him
money was no object. He's got a friend who'll do the gold inlay for
him."
"Gold?"
"You'll see." Mike told me. "How's Samantha?"
"She's downstairs, but she's kinda tied up at the moment. Can the
girls join us tomorrow night?"
"The twins are eager to come over to play. I've got the gig out of
town this weekend, so they'll just be stuck here alone anyway."
"I'll swing by after dinner Saturday to pick them up. O.K.?"
"Super! Catch you later."
"Bye Mike. And thanks."
I went downstairs to give Sam the news. She was sitting on the couch,
fiddling with the chain locked around her ankle, and she looked up at
me. I told her the twins would be over tomorrow evening to play.
"How long am I going to be chained up here?" Sam asked.
"Until I let you go, I guess. I've got some work to do upstairs, so
relax, watch some T.V. I'll bring lunch down later."
I left my pretty wife chained to a pole in the basement, and went to
finish the website I'd been working on. I only had to run through the
files one more time and I found a couple things that needed fixing,
then I sent them out and made us lunch. I heated up a can of soup,
made a few sandwiches, got a lock from the bedroom, then carried it
all downstairs on a tray.
Samantha was curled up on the sofa watching a talk show. She'd found
an old blanket to cover herself with and she was holding a small
pillow in her arms, cradling it like a little girl would hold a
favourite stuffed toy. The chain led from her ankle, across the couch
and along the floor to the end, locked to the steel pole. She looked
so sweet.
I set the tray down on the heavy coffee table in front of the couch. I
picked up Sam's lock, had her put her hands behind her, then I locked
her two bracelets together. It took quite a while to finish our lunch
with me having to spoon feed Sam her soup and hold her sandwich for
her, but we managed. She went to the toilet and I washed her face for
her, then we just cuddled on the couch for a while.
"Master?"
"Yes Sam?"
"How long am I going to be chained up to this pole?"
"For two nights, tonight and tomorrow, after we beat you. If you're
good I'll let you sleep in my bed Sunday night."
So sweet. Samantha snuggled closer to me. I held her. We spent a very
relaxing afternoon together in the basement rec room, watching daytime
T.V., holding each other close, touching each other. Me, anyway. Sam's
hands remained locked behind her. I clicked around the channels,
finally settling on some travel show while Samantha dozed off. Her
hair felt so soft beneath my hand as I tenderly stroked her belly.
Sam began to twitch, then she kicked out her foot making the chain
rattle. She woke with a jerk and a shout, making me jump too.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She looked around, seeing only familiar surroundings. "I had such a
weird dream." she said. "I was stuck in a cage like Mike has, only
smaller and I was all squashed up inside. The room was filled with
water but I could breath through a tube in my mouth. Somebody opened
the drain and all the water ran out. Then there I was, dripping wet,
waiting for someone to let me out. I spit out the air tube and I
waited.
"Suddenly the water came back and filled the room up. I couldn't reach
the air tube and I couldn't get it in my mouth again. I pulled and
struggled but I couldn't get my arm around to reach the tube that
bubbled inches away from my face. And that's when I woke up."
Junior had woken up too and I felt him stretch, imagined him yawning,
looking around. Weird dreams, another side effect of pregnancy. Sam
had been having her share of them lately, often with her stuck or
trapped in some perilous way. I held her near me, whispered soothing
sounds into her ear. Baby had nodded off again and I softly stroked
Sam's little bump of her tummy.
We had pizza and cans of Coke for supper and I moved Sam's lock so her
hands were locked together in front of her to let her eat. We watched
a movie on T.V. called The Man in The Attic. An eighteen year old boy
falls in love with a middle aged, married woman who keeps him as a
lover in the attic of her home. Her older husband never suspects a
thing for fourteen years until one day they have a fight and the lover
comes down, there's a confrontation, and the old man gets shot.
The woman was the dominant and the lover cooked and cleaned for the
couple, the husband thinking it was his wife doing all the cooking. In
one scene the woman tells the young man, "If you don't like it, get
out!". He stomps down the attic stairs, but at the bottom pauses, then
meekly climbs back up to kiss mistress' bare feet. In the end the
police catch on, but the statute of limitations on the murder had run
out and the two got off scott free.
"If I wasn't chained up in the basement I could cook your meals." Sam
said after the movie was over.
"Would you rather be chained to the refrigerator?"
"No, silly. You don't have to chain me at all. I'm not going to run
away."
"But I like having you chained up." I said. "Besides, you're being
punished for being mouthy to me this morning."
I left Sam chained in the basement when I went up to bed. We hadn't
slept apart one night since she'd moved in with me a month before we
married, and I couldn't get to sleep with her not being in bed beside
me. Finally I went downstairs to cuddle beside her on the couch. She
wasn't sleeping either and we both tossed and turned for some time.
"I can't sleep." Sam said. "Could you lock my hands behind me master?"
I had taken the lock off her bracelets before I'd left her and locked
it to her ankle chain.
"No Sam. Punishment."
I was on my back, she was laying on top of me on the narrow couch.
"Let's go upstairs to the bed." She suggested. "You can lock the chain
to the bed frame."
"You have to stay here." I said. "Punishment."
"But you're not sleeping either. Why are you sharing my punishment?"
I had to think about that for a while. Why indeed? Why does Sam want
me to inflict pain upon her, why does she want me to whip her? I
wanted her to be chained to the post in the basement for the whole
weekend. Why? Why are people like Samantha and I, and so many others
it seemed, driven to do the things we do, totally illogical things,
that give us such intense pleasure.
Such intense pleasure. It is what we crave, what drives us, the thrill
of it, doing something so bizarre, so nasty almost. We had taken big
chances on that last canoe trip. Chaining Sam up and dragging her off
into the wilderness with no hope of escaping the chains that bound
her, a million things could have gone terribly wrong. But didn't. The
whole episode, nearly two solid weeks, had gone so well. Such an
intensely pleasurable time for the both of us.
I was feeling it now, Sam was too. She was squirming on me, her other
foot moving around, feeling the chain locked around her ankle.
Running the links between her toes. She knew she'd remain chained to
the pole in the basement for the weekend, and tomorrow night I'd go
pick up the twins, bring them back, and Sam would receive a whipping
from one, or both of them. The idea was turning her on, and myself as
well. It didn't have to make sense, but it was what we would do, and
it was certain to be intensely pleasurable for all concerned.
I brought my hands up to brush the hair off her face, letting the
silky strands slide through my fingers as I ran my hands down her
back to her bum. My hands, on those two fleshy globes of her lovely
ass. I pressed her to me. Sam kissed me softly on the lips, feather
soft. Then again, a little longer, a little more forcefully. Her hands
held my head, I brought my hands up to hold hers, and our lips locked
together in a deeply passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together
inside Samantha's sweet mouth.
We exchanged places, her on her back on the sofa, me on top. I was
mindful not to crush her tummy as I slipped my stiffened cock into
her. My heartbeat pounded in my chest making my cock pulse, enveloped
in her slippery smooth vagina. I pulled out all the way to rub the
head over her clitty a few times, then plunged it back into the depths
of my beautiful wife.
Sam brought her feet up around my waist dragging her chain across my
back. I pulled up some of it's length, then wound the chain around her
wrists a few times. I held the chain closed with one hand, trapping
her hands together between us. The chain links and her bracelets
tinkled together and that delightful sound drove me onwards.
My knees having sunk down between the cushions of the couch made my
angle of entry nearly optimum, and so I pumped hard into Samantha. I
was holding her tightly with the chain around her wrists and my other
arm alongside her waist. I wasn't pressing down on her, so she wasn't
getting squished, and it was comfortable for me as well. The lock and
chain on her ankle was digging into my back, creating enough of a
distraction that it enabled me to last quite a long time.
Sam had three quick orgasms, one after another, as I slowed my strokes
and watched her face contort, felt her body undulate beneath me. I
paused, bent low, and kissed her. Letting my cock slip out I guided it
to her, stroking her clit with the tip, a finger touching her rings.
"I love you Sam," I whispered to her, "more than anything. You're mine
Samantha, mine for all time."
"You are my Master," she answered, "my all. I am yours, forever."
I guided myself to her center, pushed inside once more. Samantha
raised her hips up to me and I began to give it to her, fast and hard,
banging myself against her, heedless of anything except for myself and
the sweet, chained creature beneath me. Sam came again, a forceful
cum that gripped her tightly, held her in it's power for long moments.
Her voice low and throaty, crying out in the night in the quiet
stillness of the basement room.
A little fire burning at my center, suddenly flared to brightness,
blinding me. The muscles of my arms and thighs, the burn from my
exertions, forgotten. The power built to an incredible level, and
held for several moments. My frenzied motions slowed as I rode the
crest for a time, just me and Samantha, out there, somewhere.
The field began to collapse drawing me up tightly. Then my yell
deafened us both as my very being was turned inside out, flooding into
my lovely Samantha in a great, gushing torrent.
Later. I could feel the fishy creature swimming around, nosing the
sides of his tank, or her tank. Sam's last ultrasound was early on and
the sex of our child was indeterminate. I could imagine him staring at
me through the glass of the tank, through the skin of Sam's belly.
"What a rush daddy, can we go on the ride again?" "Soon, little one,
soon. Daddy's all tired out right now. Mommy too."
I pried myself off Sam and she toddled off to the can. The blanket
under us was soaked, but I found us another. I spread all the cushions
from sofas and chairs on the floor, made us a bed. Sam came back,
dragging her chain, and lay herself close beside me. We slept away
most of Saturday morning.
I discovered the flaw in my plans, there was no shower in the bathroom
in the basement, just a sink and toilet. Sam looked bedraggled and she
smelled like sex. I wanted her fresh and clean for the evening, so I
had to unlock her chain from the pole to let her go upstairs and take
a bath. Sam gathered up the length of chain that I'd left locked
around her ankle and went upstairs. I made us something to eat.
I let Samantha take a nice long soak in the tub and had her wash and
condition her hair. After she'd finished in the bath I had her return
to the basement where I re-attached her chain to the steel post in the
center of the room. The basement was a little chilly and I started the
wood stove in the corner to warm things up and drive off the dampness.
Sam spent a long time running her hair brush through her hair until it
shimmered and moved fetchingly around her body when she walked. She
smiled a radiant smile at me.
I went out to pick up a few groceries and stuff while Sam had a nap.
Outside was cold and blowing snow so I hurried through my errands to
get back to the warmth of my sweet Samantha. I returned to the house
and fixed her some tea with a plate of biscuits, carried them down to
her, and sat with her for a while. I added a log to the wood stove.
"Are you going to tie me to the coffee table for my whipping?" Sam
asked.
"The baby will get squashed if you're laying on your tummy." I told
her. "Maybe the girls will have a better idea."
"What are they going to hit me with? A whip?"
"I don't know. We'll see."
"Who's going to do it, Lisa or Liselle?"
"Shhh." I softly cooed. "No more questions little one, we'll see what
happens. I'm going to make some dinner for us, then I'll go and pick
up the twins. O.K.?"
Sam looked downward. "Yes master." She said.
I made us a light dinner of salad and a vegetable stir fry with some
bits of chicken cooked in it, and fresh bread to go along with it. I
dutifully carried her highness' dinner down to her. Why was I doing
all the work while my slave lounges in her chamber? Why? Because she's
chained to a pole. Doesn't make sense, does it? Later on she'll get to
cum a dozen times while I, I'll get to sit and watch.. Whoopee.
After we'd eaten I brought up the dishes and cleaned up, then I went
back down to Samantha with a glass of juice.
"I'm going to pick up Lisa and Liselle now." I said. "Do you need
anything before I go?"
"No, I'm O.K. Hurry back?"
"I will."
I bent to kiss her softly on her forehead and I stroked her head. I
made sure the fire was O.K. and added some wood. Then I went upstairs,
threw on a coat, went outside to get in the Jeep, and drove off into
the snow storm leaving Samantha chained to a pole in the basement.
It's a good forty five minutes from my place to Mike's. I rang the
bell and was greeted by the two lovely twins wearing scanty leather
harness outfits. Thin black straps encircled their breasts with a wide
belt around their middles and another leather belt going down, between
their legs, then up the back to join with the waist belt. Shiny silver
buckles adorned the outfits in the usual places.
I was beginning to be able to spot the subtle differences between the
two. Apart from their voices, in which Liselle's was just a slightly
lower pitch, Liselle was built a tiny bit more solidly than her sister
was. Lisa's collar had her name engraved on a silver plate on her left
side, Liselle's was on the right. Lisa wore two wide leather cuffs
around her wrists. The girls pulled snow boots over their bare feet
and they put on long, black fur coats over their outfits, then Liselle
picked up a gym bag beside the door.
"Have you girls eaten?" I asked.
"Yes Sir." Answered Liselle. "We're ready to go."
"Good."
On the drive home I asked Liselle if they had anything in mind for
Samantha. She grinned and opened the bag at her feet to show me a
matching set of cuffs to those that Lisa wore, some ropes, bits of
chain with a few loose locks and snap ring fasteners, a nasty looking
flogger, and a wicked looking whip. Also, a bottle of fine white wine,
for later.
"Lisa hasn't had a whipping for some time now," Liselle said to me,
"Master suggested I do her and Miss Samantha at the same time."
I began to smile, for the first time since morning. I'd been having
some serious doubts about this whole thing with Samantha and the
twins, the whole whipping idea, in fact. The image began to form in my
mind. I glanced in the mirror and saw Lisa's wide, expectant eyes
staring back at me. The lovely Lisa, and my beautiful Samantha.
Hanging together from the ceiling, and Liselle standing over them with
her whip.
"There's a couple strong hooks in the ceiling downstairs," I said,
"about two feet apart. Is that what you had in mind?"
"Yes Sir." Liselle said. "That should do just fine."
I asked to see the flogger that Liselle had brought. Eight strips of
the finest calf skin leather, butter soft and very supple. I switched
on the interior lights to look the thing over as I drove. The flogger
had obvious signs of being rather old and well used.
"It's a very nice piece Sir." Liselle offered. "It doesn't leave
really bad markings and the feeling is. . . ."
"Exquisite." A dreamy voice from the back seat. "Sir."
"Excellent." My grin spread wider.
We arrived at the house and went inside. The girls took off their
coats and I hung them in the closet as they sat on the bench in the
hall to remove their boots. I told them both to go downstairs while I
went to change. In the bedroom I stripped off, then I put on a pair of
black cotton shorts and a little black leather vest. I picked up the
keys to Sam's locks, slipped them in a pocket, then went down to see
the girls.
The three beauties were cuddled in a ball on the couch, touching each
other, the twins fawning over Samantha's little bulge of her tummy.
Sam looked up as I entered, her smile quickly replaced by an almost
guilty look. I went to the wood stove and tossed a log in. Liselle
retrieved the wine from her bag to hand it to me and I put it into the
fridge in the bar to keep it chilled. I turned on some of the track
lights, then crossed to stand near the center of the room by the pole.
I looked upwards.
A rather ugly wagon wheel type light fixture hung over my head, hooked
to an ordinary looking steel ring in the ceiling. The wire and a chain
draped across to another ring, then the wire continued over to a plug
set into the ceiling near the center pole. I reached up and yanked the
cord to unplug it. Stretching my arm up, I unhooked the chain from one
ring, then holding the light fixture I unhooked it from the other
ring. I carried it to the side of the room and set it on the floor.
Sam looked at me, then at the two rings sticking out from the ceiling.
I went to a big easy chair with a good view and sat down.
"Sam," I said, "if you need to use the washroom you'd best go now."
Samantha left the twins to walk to the washroom, the long chain locked
around her ankle dragging behind her. Liselle moved closer to her
sister, took her hands in hers, and looked deep into Lisa's eyes. No
words were exchanged between the two girls, none were necessary.
In a few moments Samantha returned to stand before the twins. Liselle
got the other set of cuffs and handed them to Lisa who began to put
them on Samantha's wrists. She pushed Sam's bracelets up her arms a
little, then buckled the cuffs on her. Liselle handed Lisa two short
chains and two locks. The cuffs were locked on with the pieces of
chain dangling. Then Liselle stood up with a snap ring in her hand,
the good kind used by mountain climbers, and she moved Samantha under
one ring. Using a wooden chair to stand on, she attached the two
chains to one of the rings in the ceiling with the snap fastener.
The chains were long enough so Samantha wasn't stretched out. Her arms
were bent a bit with her elbows just above her ears. Liselle turned to
Lisa who was unbuckling the buckles on her outfit. Liselle helped
remove her sister's garment, placing it on the coffee table near the
couch. She locked two chains to Lisa's two cuffs, then Lisa took her
place beside Samantha under the other ring in the ceiling. Liselle
moved the chair over to raise Lisa's arms and attach her the same way
as Samantha to the ring in the ceiling.
Liselle picked up the chair and set it back by the bar, then came to
my side to stand beside my chair.
"Do you wish the captives to be gagged Sir?" she asked me.
I'd gotten so tensed up watching her I almost burst out laughing. That
would not have been a good thing for me to have done.
"No." I said. "Perhaps later on, if they get too loud."
"Very good Sir."
Liselle went to her bag and found a few hair clips, then moved to the
girls to pin up their hair into buns on top of their heads so it
wouldn't get in the way later on. Lisa and Samantha were close enough
that they bumped into each other, more often than I though they really
needed to. Lisa would inch over a bit so her thighs would touch
Samantha's and they'd press their tummies together and look into each
other's eyes. They had to stretch a bit to rub nipples together, and
they did that a few times too as Liselle worked on pinning their hair
up. Samantha wasn't being too shy about being so close to another
naked girl. Anyway, they'd soon be sharing more than just personal
space.
Liselle finished up with the girl's hair and returned to stand beside
my chair. My eyes were glued to the two lovelies hanging by their
wrists in the center of the room. Samantha's eyes were closed and Lisa
was straining to kiss her. Their legs were intertwined, with Sam's
knee up between Lisa's thighs, her pushing against it. My hand strayed
up Liselle's leg. I felt her silky soft upper thigh, the ridge of
muscle on the inside. I felt it quiver slightly under my touch. My
focus shifted from the two beauties before me to the one standing at
my side, waiting for the order to begin, I finally realised.
"We'd best begin." I said, withdrawing my hand. I fished the key from
my pocket to give to Liselle. "Please remove Samantha's ankle chain."
"Sir." said Liselle.
Liselle went to the girls and bent down. Sam jumped at the unexpected
touch as Liselle unlocked the chain from her ankle, then she gathered
it up out of the way in a pile beside the pole. The two pretty
captive's eyes followed Liselle as she moved to the gym bag to
withdraw the flogger. She shook it out a few times, then began to
slash the air, getting a feel for the swing of the tool inside my
basement room.
She tried a few overhand strokes to find that the room had a serious
height restriction. Liselle adjusted her stroke to compensate for it.
She moved closer to the girls, then looked towards me. I gave a tiny
nod, an almost imperceptible smile. Liselle readied herself.
Lisa stood with her eyes closed, waiting. Samantha was more agitated,
her eyes fixed on Liselle and that whip in her hand. Liselle raised
the flogger up to let the soft strands of leather dangle close to
Sam's wide eyes, then feather light, she let them touch first Sam,
then Lisa on the shoulders. Liselle softly drew the leather over the
two girl's bodies, over their shoulders and around their necks, down
their fronts between them and down their backs, their bums, their
legs, to their feet. Then back up again. She gave them gentle flicks
of the strands, the tips barely grazing the girl's skin, then she
continued gently stroking them with the soft leather. This went on for
close to half an hour and by that time both Sam and Lisa were sagging
in their bonds, completely at peace with the world.
Liselle brought the flogger back, then down smartly across Samantha's
upper back. Sam's mouth opened in a silent scream as the pain flared
brightly in her brain. The wood in the wood stove popped loudly, a log
shifted, making the flames behind the glass in the door dance wildly.
Liselle brought the whip around to drill Sam's ass in a wide swath of
stinging fire.
Sam danced while Lisa stood motionless. Liselle took a step to her
left and slashed the flogger across her sister's ass. Lisa let out a
shriek, met immediately with another two quick blows across her back.
Samantha next, blows placed perfectly on both thighs and then a firm
uppercut between them, from the back, the ends of the strands harshly
kissing the lower part of Sam's belly.
No parts of the two girls were spared the wrath of Liselle's flogger,
save for Samantha's delicate belly and her already tender breasts,
which even so received a few markings. Liselle calmly walked the
circle around the two, slashing out, back and forth, wherever a juicy
target appeared, of which, there was no shortage. She'd pause for long
minutes as the girls twisted and writhed, moving apart or colliding
and huddling close, rubbing themselves against each other.
The first few orgasms were separate ones. Lisa, or Samantha would
stand stiffly, trembling slightly as the cum would take them, blast
through them. I was astounded to see how seemingly easily Liselle
found the combination to get the two to orgasm together at the same
instant. She'd work them up, gauging their progress, then step back as
the two came in a great rush, the force released by one feeding the
other, driving each other's cum ever higher. Two lovelies shaking and
writhing together in the throws of unbridled passion.
Samantha's legs glistened with her juices, of which there was a
copious puddle on the floor beneath her. Lisa was damp there too, but
less so than Samantha. Some women squirt cum, others, not so much.
Liselle started in on them again, slashing out at the two writhing
beauties. Lisa and Samantha, twisting and shaking with their arms up
high, their wrists fixed to the rings in the ceiling. I sat spellbound
as Liselle brought them to a peak once more. The pair were back to
back and she drove the whip viciously down between them, wrapping both
their asses in a sheet of delicious fiery pain. The shrieks and loud
sobbing moans echoed around the room as Liselle stepped aside to
casually lean against the pole, her arms crossed in front of her, the
strands of the flogger hanging down at her side.
Samantha and lisa hung motionless except for when small tremors would
rack their sore, striped bodies. I looked towards Liselle who was
calmly leaning against the room's central post, watching her two
victims come down from that last incredible rush. She gave me a
glance, I nodded to her, and with a slight motion of my hand she
straightened to move towards where I sat, tossing her flogger over
towards the gym bag as she passed the coffee table. The flogger landed
on top of the bag, neatly folded.
I stood when Liselle approached to take her hands in mine. We came
close and I gave her gentle kisses on her cheeks, right, left and
right. The European way.
"Bravo, my dear Liselle." I said. "That was simply beautiful."
Liselle looked down, a bit embarrassed by my praise. "Thank you Sir."
I went to Samantha first, seeing her with her eyes shut tight against
the pain she was feeling. There was a wide grin on her lips and a
satisfied glow about her. I placed my hand gently on Sam's belly and
she twitched, then opened her eyes. Sam's eyes had a far away, glazed
look to them, but suddenly her pupils snapped into focus and she saw
me standing near her. Her grin spread wider as she let out a breath in
a contented, soft, shuddering moan.
Beneath my hand I felt it, our child. The little fishie frolicking
inside the safe warmth of it's tank. A gentle thump against the side,
and then again. A slippery rolling movement as the infant shifted
around, exploring the confines of it's current home. Perhaps I was
believing what I wanted to believe, but I truly sensed the child's
mind touch me in some way. It came as an expression of eagerness to
learn about the wondrous feelings mom was having.
"Liselle please bring. . . ."
Liselle was already standing beside me with the wooden chair. I gently
supported Sam while Liselle stood on the chair to undo the snap ring.
Samantha melted into my arms when her hands came down and I held her
as she gingerly made her way over to the couch. Sam carefully sat down
and I went to help with Lisa.
Lisa was alert and seemed more concerned with Samantha's well being
than her own. Her sister unhooked her from the ring and she put her
arm around me as I helped her to the couch. Liselle fetched a dampened
towel from the bathroom to gently blot the sweat and cum from the
girls, then she wiped up the puddle on the floor while I opened and
poured the wine.
We all sipped the delicious wine which had a hint of sweetness with an
underlying tang that quickly perked us all up. I made a toast to
Liselle's skills, and to the three lovely ladies in my company, good
friends, good times. Liselle offered a toast to my lovely Samantha,
and to the little one who'd enter the world in a few months.
The twins took turns feeling Samantha's tummy and the creature
stirring inside. I placed my hand on her again and felt him, so full
of life now, happy and well, like his mom. I was sure Sam or I would
be able to tell if the child was in any distress over what his mom had
just been put through, but I felt only good feelings of well being
within the four of us, make that the five of us in the room.
Sam had a small glass of the wine, then asked if I'd make her tea.
Lisa was hesitant to ask, but I gathered she also wished tea, so
upstairs in the kitchen I made a pot. Some cheese and crackers, some
fruit and some biscuits, the tea and cups, I took it all on a tray back
downstairs.
The three girls were all naked now with Liselle doffing her nice
looking, but probably uncomfortable as hell, leather harness. They
were all cuddled together on the couch touching and stroking each
other. Sam was in the middle getting her tummy rubbed by Lisa, her
back rubbed by Liselle and she looked like she was in Heaven. I set
the tray down, topped up my wine glass and poured some for Liselle. I
pulled the wooden chair up to the table and sat across from the
ladies.
Liselle picked up her glass and moved across to her sister. She knelt
beside Lisa's legs to reach for the teapot and she poured a cup for
Samantha and one for Lisa. She handed Lisa hers, then she remained
kneeling on the floor beside Lisa while she sipped her wine. Liselle's
eyes were on her sister.
I moved around to sit beside my wife. Sam winced a bit when I touched
her, the markings from the flogger a bright red all over her. I asked
her how she was.
"I feel wonderful master, thank you for allowing this to happen."
Lisa, as equally striped as Sam was, smiled. She reached into the gym
bag and found a ring of keys, then took Sam's hands to unlock the
cuffs. She removed the locks and chains from her own cuffs leaving the
black leather bands buckled around her wrists, then she looked at me.
"Sir." she asked, "May my sister and I stay here for a while longer?"
"Of course, stay the night if you wish. Mike said he won't be back
till late tomorrow. Sam and I would enjoy your company."
Liselle was still kneeling at her sister's side. She placed her hand
on Lisa's thigh. Lisa turned to her with the leather cuffs in her
hand. I saw Liselle's eyes lower towards the floor. I felt it, and so
did Samantha. A sudden shift in the room. A sudden shift in power.
Liselle took a nervous sip of her wine, then set the glass down. Now,
no longer Liselle, master of the whip, Liselle the submissive raised
her hands to her sister and allowed Lisa to buckle and lock the
leather cuffs on her.
Lisa stood and picked up the two snap rings from the coffee table. She
walked around it to take the chair and place it under the two steel
rings sticking out of the ceiling. Liselle, still kneeling, crawled
over to where Lisa was standing. Liselle stood up, Lisa got on the
chair, and Liselle raised one hand up to the ring in the ceiling.
Lisa took the chain that dangled from the cuff and lifted it up to the
ring. She paused a moment, waiting. She gave the chain a little jerk
upwards. Liselle raised up on her toes. Lisa clipped the chain to the
ring with the snap hook, then reached for the other chain. Liselle
raised her other arm up high, and Lisa fastened the chain to the other
ring in the ceiling.
Liselle settled into the cuffs. Her heels were about an inch off the
floor with her arms stretched straight up over her head. Lisa ran her
hands lightly over the girl's body as Liselle stood there hanging from
the cuffs, trembling slightly with anticipation. Finally, Lisa, the
soft spoken, submissive Lisa, crossed over to the gym bag to withdraw
the long, black leather, braided whip.
This was my house, and I had the dubious honour of being the master
here. Lisa gave recognition of that fact by standing before me as she
shook out the wicked looking whip. I felt Samantha shudder beside me
upon seeing the length of thick, tightly woven leather uncoil before
her eyes. I had to make sure this didn't get out of hand. Three words.
"No blood Lisa."
"Yes Sir." she said, with a hint of a frown on her pretty face.
I saw Liselle look up when I spoke, but I wasn't sure if she was happy
or sad over my imposing a restriction on the scene. However, I wasn't
about to be explaining things to Mike as to how his girl got all
slashed up in my basement this night.
There was no gentle buildup, so softly stroking preamble, Lisa just
started flicking the tip of that nasty whip over her sister's lovely
helpless body. She wasn't putting much effort into the strokes, didn't
need to. The whip snaked towards a spot on Liselle, the tip's speed
ever increasing, until it made contact with her skin. Then it fell
away to reveal a bright red welt. Liselle grunted in pain or screamed
out, it made no difference. Lisa just kept up an easy rhythm, slashing
the whip on Liselle wherever her fancy let it go.
Liselle's breasts and between the girl's legs were tempting targets
that Lisa let the whip visit time and time again, checking the swing
only slightly to not cause any undue damage. Down her legs, up her bum
and her back, red marks of stinging pain appearing on her everywhere.
Liselle would cum, a great howling cum that would, I thought, pull the
ceiling down upon us. Yet Lisa wouldn't pause, or even slow down.
She'd whip her sister's hanging body through each of her orgasms,
driving the force of her cum higher until she dropped, to hang limply
for a moment. The next couple blows wouldn't seem to register until
Liselle would suddenly snap to, and the cycle began to repeat.
"Master." I heard, after Liselle's sixth or seventh orgasm..
I turned towards Samantha, seated beside me on the sofa. She'd wince
slightly at each crack of Lisa's whip.
"Master please? Liselle's had enough."
I turned back to the scene before me. Lisa wasn't in a trance or
anything, she was alert, wide eyed, and in control. She was placing
each blow carefully, surely mindful of the physical as well as the
mental effects her whip was having upon her sister. Liselle was fast
approaching another orgasm, building herself up for a mind blower. I
was able to catch Lisa's eye and I put up one finger, mouthing the
words "One more." Lisa smiled a wide smile.
I held Samantha tighter to me as Lisa picked up her pace an almost
imperceptible amount. She concentrated the strokes on Liselle's bum,
putting slightly more snap into each one. Liselle was panting great
big breathes and she started to cum. Lisa brought the whip around in a
wide arc, let it's length coil around her sister's waist, then drew it
tightly around her and tucked the handle under the coils. Liselle
shook and twisted, her cum blasting through her, as the handle of the
whip bumped against her pussy. Lisa stood meekly to the side, like a
shy little girl, watching.
I stood up, mentally shaking my head. I will never understand what
drives someone to seek such intense pain. Three girls with me in the
basement, one of which, my lovely wife Samantha. All bearing the
markings of an intense beating. "It wasn't me, your Honour! I never
did anything. It was them. They did it to themselves." Ya, right.
I went to Liselle to walk around the girl. In a few places the whip
had bitten slightly into the girl's skin and tiny droplets of blood
had formed in the wounds. I gave Lisa a glance and she looked towards
the floor, a guilty grin playing at the corners of her mouth. The heat
radiating off Liselle's body was like standing next to a furnace.
"Lisa, do you have something to rub on Liselle, some skin lotion or
something like that?"
"Yes sir." she answered. "Master uses a herbal cream that's quite
soothing. We have some in the bag."
"Take care of Liselle. Sam, could I see you for a moment."
Samantha stood up while Lisa went to her sister to begin taking her
down. Liselle was barely conscious, but I took Sam's arm and led her
aside.
I'd like to understand, someday, I was really trying to. But that last
scene made it somewhat difficult. Liselle would wear those painful
markings for quite some time. I watched from the other side of the
room as her sister struggled to free her from the rings in the
ceiling. I saw Liselle almost fall, slumping to the floor as the
chains came free. She groaned, a long, pitiful sound, like that of a
delicate beast that had been mauled by a lion.
I looked at Samantha. Samantha's wide eyes searched mine.
In a low voice I asked, "Are you O.K.?"
"Yes sir."
"I'm not upset Sam. I'm really trying to understand why you so enjoy
these sort of things. Look at the twins."
Sam turned to see. Lisa and Liselle were smiling now as Lisa began
rubbing the skin cream over her sister's whip marks. Liselle was
talking to her, excitedly.
I went on. "I have no doubts that you girls enjoy these sessions with
whips and things, but Liselle must be in agony now. There's other
things we do that must be more pleasurable, what is the attraction in
receiving such pain?"
Sam was lost in thought for a moment. "Sir, you're asking something I
have no answer for. You saw how Lisa was with Liselle, in control,
master of her universe. As I've seen you many times now. When you're
whipping me, my universe shrinks until there's only myself, and you
who controls every aspect of me. There's just me and the pain that you
give me. And I feel so complete.
"It hurts at the start, hurts like hell. But then it changes. The pain
begins to fade and is replaced by a warm pleasure that grows and
grows. You know what happens, I cum. Over and over, each one stronger
and longer than the last. There's no pain then, only pleasure. Just me
and you. I don't have to do anything, I don't have to be anything. All
I need do is give myself over to the total enjoyment of the thing.
"The pain returns when it's over. I say it isn't bad because I don't
want you to worry, but I hurt. The hurting is something I have to deal
with if I want what goes along with it. And I do want it master, I
can't say why, but it's something I need to go through once in a
while."
I took Sam's hand and led her back to the girls. I sat down beside
Liselle. She turned to me. She had been rubbing the cream onto Lisa's
marks and the two girls smelled fragrant with the herbal lotion.
Liselle's markings were narrow, slightly raised welts, red around the
sides and more whitish in the middle. They looked painful. I gave her
a comforting smile.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked her.
"Yes sir. I feel very satisfied. Thank you sir."
Right, satisfied. I topped up my wine glass and tilted the bottle
towards Liselle. She gave me a nod so I drained the bottle into her
glass, then I began to gather up the tea cups and pot, empty plates.
Needing something to occupy my mind, I asked around for drink orders,
milk for Samantha, tea for Lisa. Then I took the tray upstairs.
My mind spun while I waited for the water to boil. While whipping my
first wife Susan, we mostly did it in fun. We were young and
inexperienced back then, and it wasn't too serious a thing for us.
With the twins, however, not only did they both know how, but they
both equally enjoyed either end of the whip. They both had skills that
only came from long, hard practice. It was serious business with them.
I fixed the drinks and a bowl of pretzels, found another couple
blankets, and returned to the basement. Samantha was laying on her
stomach getting a rubdown with the skin cream from Lisa. Liselle came
out of the washroom as I set down the tray. I dropped the blankets and
moved to the center post, picked up the chain and lock, then went to
Sam to lock the chain around her ankle again. Lisa got up to use the
toilet, Liselle took her place near Sam, touching her back lovingly.
She still had on the cuffs, locked, with the short chains dangling
from them.
Reaching over I picked up their keys from the table and unlocked the
locks on Liselle's cuffs. I used one lock through the buckle of her
left cuff to join it to Samantha's right bracelet. After Lisa returned
I locked her right hand to Samantha's left. I took my keys for
Samantha's locks and the girl's keys to the locks on their cuffs and
carried them into the laundry room, out of their reach. Then I
returned for a last look at my three pretty captives.
I had planned on just leaving the girls locked together for the night
while I slept upstairs in the bed. As I turned to go I heard Sam call
to me in that sweet, slightly husky voice of hers. Her soft, low,
deeply submissive voice.
"Master?"
I turned to her. "Yes little one?"
She was on her knees, her hands stretched towards me, a beautiful
girl's hand locked to each of her bracelets.
"Please?"
I knelt before her. Samantha wrapped her arms around me and drew me
close. She kissed me softly. I felt four hands touching my back. Two
pressing on me, two, fingertips tracing little circles on me.
"Master," Samantha whispered, "this low one needs you badly. She needs
to feel you inside of her."
I was getting a feeling that this had been discussed by the girls
while I was upstairs. Making love to my wife while another two pretty
girls watched? Or, what?
"Samantha, do you know what you're asking here?" I asked her.
I looked to my left at Liselle. She couldn't hold my gaze and she
glanced down, but not before I saw a grin and a nod, yes. I looked at
Lisa. She stared back, smiling. Sam in the middle.
"I'd like my friends to stay, if it pleases you, Sir. If you'll permit
it, may they join us?"
Well gee, I just don't know. Three beauties at the same time, who'd
ever heard of such a thing?
I got up to arrange the blankets on the floor to make a nicely padded
surface. I found a pillow for my head. I undid my shorts and let them
drop to the floor. My cock was finally able to spring free, zeroing in
immediately on the girls crouched before me. Six wide eyes stared with
anticipation.
I shrugged off my leather vest letting it fall behind me, then I lay
myself down on the floor and propped up my head with the pillow.. The
trio made their way across to where I lay. Samantha straddled my legs
and sank down on my cock while the twins closed in around me. I
reached for Samantha's hips to guide her as she settled on me with my
cock buried deeply inside her hot little pussy. Her hands went to my
arms bringing the two girl's hands with them. The twin's free hands
stroked Sam's breasts, then her tummy, then down along my tummy and
over my chest.
Tentatively, at first, testing the waters as it were, Lisa moved
closer to my head. I reached to caress her thigh. Lisa's pussy with
it's sparse golden hair was inches from my face and I could smell
she'd taken a wash beforehand. I looked at Sam who was grinding her
hips over me in a tight little circle. She smiled at me as I stroked
Lisa's soft thigh. I put a little pressure on Lisa's leg and she
brought it up over my head. I stared up at the girl's center as the
lips parted open, reveling her inner redness.
Liselle brought her leg over me and settled her wet pussy on my chest.
She faced Samantha and I heard Sam make the kind of shuddering groan
that she does when I'd start sucking on her nipples. Liselle's head
was down on Sam's breasts, forcing her to grind her pussy against my
chest. Lisa lowered herself until I could reach her with my tongue. I
began to lap at her delicious slit.
My hands drifted down Lisa's thighs to encounter Liselle's feet. I
gave them a gentle squeeze, then moved back up to press Lisa tighter
to my face. I pushed my tongue inside her, then drew it out to find
the girl's clit. I flicked over it with the tip. Lisa had her arm
around her sister, playing with her breasts. A hand, Liselle's
perhaps, spread open the pussy over my face. Somewhere in back,
Samantha rode my cock like a madwoman. I could feel her feet hooked
over my legs, the chain around her ankle digging into my thigh.
I sucked the little nub of Lisa's clit into my mouth, madly flicking
it with my tongue. I drove her to the peak, then right over. It was
different not being drowned in pussy juices when the girl came. No
metal rings to click against my teeth either. I missed that. Lisa made
a soft keening sound as her body shuddered over me.
Samantha slowed and tensed, then howled as her cum washed through her.
A hand burrowed between my chest and Liselle's crotch. I attacked
Lisa's pussy anew.
Liselle in the middle came, squeezing my body between her thighs,
crushing the hand beneath her into my chest. Lisa exploded next,
grinding her cunt into my mouth. Then the long loud wail of Sam as her
cunt clamped down tight against my cock. It might have been nice to
get them all to cum together but I'd never last long enough to find
out. I was mere seconds away from a major eruption.
I pushed on Lisa to get her off my face. She understood, I needed air.
She moved forwards to snuggle closer to Liselle and she pressed her
wet slit down on my upper chest. I had a view of her lovely tush and
up towards her back as my chin pressed in her ass crack. She threw her
head back, her golden hair spilled down to tickle my face, and I went
off.
I attempted to buck my hips up to get myself deeper into Samantha, but
all the weight held me paralyzed. The girls were squeezing the life
out of me, an immense fountain of which blasted through me and into my
fantastic wife. I started the bass beat with my animalistic grunts,
Samantha added the contralto, her mournful wail filling the basement.
The twins filled in the high notes.
All three girls lifted up and I slid myself from beneath. They
collapsed in a heap of girl flesh. I stood up, picked up my clothes,
picked up my wine glass and drained it. I went over to check the
fireplace and turned the damper down low. At the door I dimmed the
track lights.
"Good night girls." I called.
"Good night master." The three answered in unison.
Groggily, I staggered up the stairs to my bed.
[ End part 1/3, Chapter 5/5 "The Ad" ] dino@canoemail.com
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