Chuck returned with a toy in his hand; I’m so glad he picked that one, now that I was (hopefully) joining in. I’d always wanted to use one of those, but I never thought I’d have the chance. Chuck and Cherise scanned each other, Cherise tilting her head toward me, raising an eyebrow in an almost sinister look, as if asking “shall we bring a mouse for us cats to play with?” Chuck looked at me seriously for the first time that night, observing my body like a chef picking out his meat for the night’s special. Finally, he nodded his approval; they came over, each grabbed one of my hands, and guided me into the room.
23
Chuck placed the riding crop, plus handcuffs and a convenient two-pack of blindfolds, on the small table in the room. That had always confused me on a practical leveclass="underline" Why sell them in packs of two? Two people obviously can’t be blindfolded at the same time. The imagery of the thought always made me laugh. Was one there in case one had broken? In case one was lost? However, now being in a room with Cherise and her husband it all began to make sense. He smiled from ear to ear, and watched me kiss his wife.
I kissed Cherise again and she grabbed me closer to her. She sucked my lips with hers and jetted her tongue down my throat. She slipped her hands underneath my top and goosebumps appeared all over my chest and my nipples became rock hard.
Kissing her was magical and the thought of what we were about to do was so enticing, but my head was still part-way at the counter. What if a customer needed me? What if someone needed to buy lube? What would I do? Though at the same time, I supposed Cherise was a customer, and she did need me. So this was totally fine.
“Hello,” I said bashfully, staring into Cherise’s eyes as I pulled away from our kiss. Chuck came over and put a hand on Cherise’s shoulder.
“Good job,” he said, “you caught a unicorn.”
I was completely aroused and excited to indulge in a rendezvous with people who were likely to have been prom king and queen, but I did not want to roleplay as a horse, not even as a magical one.
“Seriously, what is with you guys and unicorns?” I asked.
Cherise chuckled, “It’s a term for sexy single females in the lifestyle.”
“They’re rare, and most people have never even seen one, but Cherise has been lucky enough to find a few,” Chuck said.
“Ohhhhhh, I get it. Well, I’m not too surprised.” I tried to think of a witty response that related to sex and majestic horses in some way, but I was gladly swallowed by Cherise’s mouth before I had a moment to think of anything that would have been more likely to ruin our moment.
As much as I was loving kissing Cherise, the riding crop and blindfolds were looming large in my mind, exciting me to no end. Both items were 100 percent leather, high-end products that were coincidentally made by the company Amanda worked for, JT Stockroom. It’s like she was here in spirit.
Chuck must have noticed my anticipation, because he went over and grabbed the riding crop. He got behind Cherise, and pulled her dress down exposing her large perfect breasts, with tan colored areolas. He smacked her nipples with the riding crop and it made a sharp, loud sound, leather cracking against the skin. “More,” she whispered, and he hit her again, harder this time. “MORE!” she then shouted more aggressively and he hit her even harder. I could see her nipples getting red; she let out an elegant moan. Chuck put the whip down and then gently tickled her breasts, and blew on them with his mouth. It was so fascinating to see someone so aroused without anything happening below the waist, as if her nipples sent a signal over to the rest of her body.
In my recent week of sexual exploration, I learned that my nipples were rather sensitive as well, and I wanted to experience this pain and pleasure. I boldly unbuttoned my top and sat on my knees and waited patiently for my boob beating.
“Do you really think you deserve this?” Chuck asked me, standing over me with the crop in hand.
“Well, yeah. It’s my room. I deserve to get what I want, right?” I smirked.
“She is feisty!” Cherise said, and suddenly a blindfold was placed on me, and my hands were cuffed behind my back. I closed my eyes underneath the mask because I truly didn’t want to see anything; I wanted the full blindfold experience. I could feel hands going up and down my body and I wasn’t sure whose was whose. My leggings came down and my shoes came off. I felt very much like a rag doll; my body belonged to them as I laid there anxious of what would come.
My pussy lips were spread open and a tongue quickly found my clit. Another pair of hands grabbed my nipples, pinched them, pulled them, and the more they were pulled the more I pushed into the mysterious mouth. The riding crop whacked my breasts. It felt incredible, the pain almost too quickly fading into a sensation of sexy numbness. Again, it hit me, I moaned, the right nipple, then the left nipple, the right the left, back and forth. I moaned and moaned. I felt helpless, I loved the sting of the sharp leather against me.
My neck was grabbed, my legs were pushed apart, and the tongue was still going all over my vagina. I was dripping wet, my body covered in so many different sensations from the top of my pussy to the bottom. My legs were weak, and my breasts were being beaten harder and harder. A finger penetrated my pussy, then two, then three. They slid right inside me without any lube at all; I was so worked up.
“Take me!” I started yelling uncontrollably. “Use me, please!” I had never thought I would say something so blunt to a lover, let alone two lovers who were strangers. My pelvis thrusted so hard into the mouth that was on me, my throat was grabbed, and then suddenly I felt an unexpected but incredibly erotic slap across my face; it unlocked sensory organs in my body I didn’t know existed! Fingers were inside me hitting my G-spot, my body submitted to impact coming at it from two different sets of hands and—what was happening—ah!
Was I peeing all over them? I lost control over anything inside me and I felt liquid gush from out of me. I was helplessly crying and cumming and possibly peeing all over the place.
“Keep going, keep going!” Cherise encouraged me.
“A dirty fucking girl,” Chuck said, he slapped me with his hands and then whacked me with the crop.
“I can’t stop, I can’t stop!” I said. I felt myself making a giant mess. I whimpered and moaned, and then suddenly there was a cock in my mouth, invading the last of my sexual senses and driving me wild.
“Suck his dick,” Cherise said.
I tried to respond but since my mouth was full it was nothing but grumbles and gagging. I worked up as much spit as I could from the gagging in the back of my throat. I felt Cherise take my head and push it down his cock, and she kissed my ears and my neck and encouraged me.
“Show me how you suck that cock, baby, show me, pretty girl.”
Since I was still blindfolded, I couldn’t tell how big this cock was but it was certainly bigger than my mouth. I was then picked up and pushed to the corner of the room, tossed aside like a chewed up dog bone. I couldn’t move my arms, I was covered in my own sweat and juices. I could hear slapping and thrusting and deep, heavy moaning.
“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!” Cherise shouted, and I could hear Chuck grunt, and I could smell the sex on their bodies from across the room. I wanted to watch them. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to gag on his cock again but I was helpless and couldn’t move.