After a few minutes of this we stopped, as our arms were growing tired, and we definitely didn’t want to mark her – well, not mark her permanently.
“Mind if I taste her?” I asked.
“Be my guest!” was his enthusiastic response.
“Please, I need a dick in my mouth!” she cried, slightly muffled by the couch cushion.
“I think she wants your dick in her mouth.” I chuckled as I knelt behind her, admiring the wetness and redness and sliding my hands over her cheeks, feeling the distinct heat where the marks stood out against her skin.
“Don’t suppose you could loosen that strap a little?”
“Whoops, I got distracted from that,” I laughed as I flipped the catch to allow the strap to loosen and allow him room to get under her. He sat and slid over so her head was resting in his lap. She wasted no time and engulfed his cock like a starving woman. He cuffed hands reaching up to help guide him inside.
I wasted no time and spread her open, admiring the beauty I found within – I could smell her scent, a scent I’d often wondered about and it was intoxicating. I slowly buried my face into her, my nose pressed against her ass, my mouth finding her soaking wet and deliciously sweet. I began to drink of her like a man dying of thirst. I made sure to tilt my head up occasionally and rim her – tasting the wonderful taste of a clean butt – a butt that was, as she proclaimed “made for butt stuff”. As I ate her out, I smacked her ass occasionally, admiring the motions imparted by my hand as the echoed across her flesh. Holy Hannah, she was delicious to taste.
After what seemed like seconds but was more likely 15 minutes she moaned something, something slightly muffled by the length of cock in her mouth, finally she pulled her head up and said “Someone needs to fuck me now.”
I moved my head up so I could see him, with the lower edge of my vision dominated by her ass and his response caused my heart to leap into my chest “Let’s switch positions, and I’ll see about fucking her.”
I quickly stood up and brushed her wetness from my face onto my sleeve, then went and sat on the couch. As I positioned my still clothed body under her, she used every inch of room in the cuffs to rub my legs, moving up as I slid under her until the face was buried in the crotch of my jeans.
“Please, can I take it out?” she begged, with a sense of desire and desperation in her voice, her eyes boring into mine, a seductively sexy smile across her lips, lips that would soon be wrapped around me.
As I was maneuvering under her, he went the end of the couch while disrobing, stopping long enough to administer another spank, maintaining the pinkness of her cheeks, the mitten shaped marks of the punishment she’d endured – and enjoyed. As he finished disrobing, he stepped behind her and slid into her cunt in one smooth motion, accompanied by two more swats on her bottom.
By this time she’d managed to unzip my jeans and had reached into my pants to find the treat she so desperately wanted – I’d chosen to go commando this evening as we’d set this up well in advance. We all knew why we were here. As she pulled my cock out of my pants she wrapped her hands around it and moaned as he slowly began to fuck her, administering spanks every couple of strokes. I’d dreamed of this: of feeling her moan around my dick, the wetness of her mouth, the spit drooling down to wet my entire length. Gods – was she a great cock sucker…