We didn’t stay there long. As much as, in theory, I liked the idea of humiliating Cynthia by having her finish me off, practically nude, as the first part of the night, I wanted to ensure I could put on a good show later.
I asked The Hussy what she wanted to do first, and she wanted a tour. She’d been to our home before, but what she wanted a tour of the hidden parts of our life.
She was delighted when I showed her how much of our furniture had been purchased, or retrofit, to be bondage friendly. Some of it, like the coffee table, had winding wooden legs, perfect for tieing too. Others, like the couch, had a number of large eye bolts screwed into the bottom of the frame.
I showed her how the large beam in the ceiling made a perfect spot for rope. I got some rope and the kitchen chair, threw the rope over the beam and then made a loose noose to put around Cynthia’s neck and made her straddle me on the chair as I pulled the noose slightly tighter.
I then had Cynthia move, got up, and asked The Hussy to sit. I handed her the rope (keeping my hand near it for safety, and then had Cynthia straddle her, her breasts in The Hussy’s face and let the woman tighten the rope on Cynthia’s neck.
I had an insight, a guess to The Hussy’s character, I knelt next to her, to her side, I put my right hand on the back of The Hussy’s neck, rubbing gently, my left on her knee, below Cynthia’s ass.
“You like this don’t you,” I said to her.
She licked her lips and nodded.
I gave Cynthia’s breast a quick nip and then said to The Hussy, “don’t pull any harder, you don’t know how to be safe” and then went in closer to kiss her, deeply, mere inches in front of Cynthia’s face. I let my hand slide up The Hussy’s leg and thigh, awkwardly because Cynthia was on top of her. I was urged on by feeling her gasp a bit into my mouth as we kissed and spread her legs further open. I made sure to keep my hand also rubbing against Cynthia’s chastity shorts so she could feel what was happening.
I didn’t stop until my finger tips eventually encountered her panties. I could feel the damp between them and let them tease across her, seeking out the feeling of her clit to rub and tease.
She moaned and tried to shift to open her legs further. I let it last a minute or so before slowly pulling my hand slowly, grinding it against Cynthia who had been silent the entire time.
The tour moved to the bedroom. She was very interested in Cynthia’s night leash. It was honestly a bit silly. Cynthia slept “chained” to the bed. But the chain was about 25 feet long and attached to a velcro ankle cuff. We had wanted to use an actual pad lock, but were worried about the danger of an emergency.
Then we went into the large walk in closet where we kept our clothing, and most of our kink supplies. We had of course, many ropes and bondage devices. We didn’t have a huge amount of discretionary funds at the time and a lot of it was home made. Spreader bars that were little more than mop handles with eye bolts screwed into them.
Once we were in the closet, I had decided to continue my advances on The Hussy, she was clearly receptive. Cynthia stood, obediently, outside the closet while I showed The Hussy the various dildos, butt plugs and other things.
I stood behind The Hussy, pressing into her back, my hands around her chest. I would lift a hand to point at something, “she can take every one of those butt plugs, even the largest” and then wrap it back around her, kissing at her neck.
At first she didn’t say much other than “wow” or “that’s hot.” She actively said she was curious to try a few toys, specifically our remote control vibes.
I decided though, that we had to push it. I slid my hand up her blouse, cupping her breast over her lingerie. I could feel that it was lacy and looked forward to seeing it.
“Do you want to see how depraved she is?” I asked.
She let out a happy moan and reached between us, rubbing her hand against the crotch of my pants. She cleared her throat again and said, “Yes” before adding a “please.”
“Cynthia,” I called, “Show her the items that you most don’t want her to see.” I pulled The Hussy back with me until I was against the wall so Cynthia would have more room. I began to bite The Hussy’s neck and she worked, unsuccessfully, to open my zipper. I continued to knead her breasts.
Cynthia came in hesitantly. I had guesses, but I wasn’t entirely sure which of our toys she would show. She looked around and she pulled out a small basket, at the top was an ice cube tray.
“I don’t like to swallow semen,” she said, then added with just a bit of sarcasm, “though I am of course overjoyed to swallow sirs. As a punishment, sometimes he will have me freeze his cum and put cum-cubes into my drinks.”
“Ewww,” The Hussy said. “I mean, unlike you, I like swallowing, but that is pretty gross.”
Cynthia said nothing, and put the tray back. “Ummm,” she said, hesitating and looking around. She went to the anal hook. “This is called an anal hook it . . . well I guess that’s pretty obvious. Sir can tie me to things with it or tie it to my neck or hair.”
The Hussy didn’t say anything for a moment, but then said, “I haven’t done, you know, like . . . .”
Cynthia showed a bit of cheek here and said, “you can say anal, we are adults.”
The Hussy must have given her a look or Cynthia just realized she had over stepped because she immediately looked at the ground.
“Anal,” The Hussy said firmly, “I haven’t really done anal stuff, I’m curious about it though, but like, not that curious. That thing is huge.” She paused again and I said nothing. Cynthia started to look around again but The Hussy worked up the courage to say what she was thinking. “Can I give her orders? I know I could earlier, but now with you here . . . is that allowed?”
I bit her shoulder gently and said, “you can give her orders, but she can’t break her rules and my orders come before yours.”
She nodded, pressing her head into my chest. “Cynthia,” she said, “I can’t reach his zipper, I want to hold him.”
Cynthia turned to us and I made it a point, while she was watching, to slide my hand down the front of The Hussy’s skirt and under the elastic band of her panties. The Hussy gasped loudly as my fingers found her wet clit. I started to rub. Cynthia walked up next to us and reaching between us, unzipped me, opened my boxers and actually took my cock, quite hard, out and placed it into The Hussy’s hand. She began to stroke me.
Cynthia turned around, slightly flushed, and knelt to rummage through a box. She pulled out a home made funnel gag. “Sir made this,” she said, her voice low and a bit husky, “so I would drink his . . . piss.”
The Hussy made a disgusted noise and said, “ewww.”
“No,” I said, “tell it right, make her understand.”
Cynthia let out a bit of a whimper and said, “I asked sir to make it, I was curious and didn’t want to just drink it. I asked him to make it and tie me up with it so I had no choice.”
The Hussy made another disgusted noise, but I noticed she began to stroke me a little faster.
“Ask her if she liked it,” I said into The Hussy’s ear.
“Did you like it,” she asked.
“No,” Cynthia said.
“Ask her how many times she came,” I said into the Hussy’s ear.
“How many times did you cum,” she asked.
Cynthia looked away and started to put the gag back, “three times miss.”
The Hussy made a sound that was something between a laugh and disgust.
I began to rub her harder, feeling her beginning to twitch against me.
“Ask her if she asked me to do it again,” I whispered.
Before The Hussy could ask, Cynthia said quietly, “yes, and before he says it, twice, I asked him to do it two more times and I came a bunch then too.”
Cynthia pulled out another few things. An enema kit, a tube of icy hot, a few other things. But I don’t think The Hussy was really paying attention. She was grinding into me with her body, but her hand was barely moving on my cock. My hand was busy, in her skirt, working at her clit. Just when I was starting to think I might be able to make her cum, she spoke.
“I’m going to, ” she said, “I mean, I want to . . .”
We hadn’t made any rules about it. But we had discussed a few of Cynthia’s rules. I grinned, understanding.
“You may,” I said, “I want you to cum for me.”
“Oh fuck,” she said, breathing harder. It took a bit longer, a minute, maybe two, but she was gasping and shaking as Cynthia watched on.
When she was done, she turned to me and dropped to her knees, taking my cock in her hand, before stopping. She turned to Cynthia and said, “go away, I don’t want you to watch this.”
Cynthia turned to me and I nodded, “go start dinner or clean, I don’t care, leave us.”
She left the closet and after a moment, I heard The Hussy take a deep breath then I felt her mouth on me. She was eager and went at it with vigor. But I could tell she wasn’t as experienced as her flirty manner made her seem. Unlike Cynthia who could often coax an orgasm out of me this way, The Hussy had no chance.
That being said, oral sex always feels amazing. I reached up and grabbed onto one of the shelves for balance and relaxed into it for awhile.
She couldn’t take me deep, but she spit into her palm to stroke me in motion with her mouth and she reached to my balls, though I pushed her hand away, not my thing. After awhile I couldn’t take it. I pulled her off my cock and squatted in front of her. “I want you,” I said, “now.”
She just nodded but I shook my head.
“I want to hear it,” I said.
She took a deep breath, but held eye contact with me. “Yes,” she said, “I want to”
I shook my head again.
“I think,” I said, “that no matter what sort of show you put on, that your not the experienced slut you like to pretend to be. I want to hear it and I think you need to say it. Exactly what do you want?”
I was impressed, there was no hesitation at this point. She had made up her mind.
“I want to have sex,” she said, “and I want you to tie me up when we do it.”
I took her by the hair at the base of her skull and brought her to the bed. She let out a moan of pleasure.
I did feel guilty about this part. I know she was wearing lingerie just to show off. I saw it briefly, but I practically tore her clothing off once we got to the bed. I didn’t get to see all the effort she had put into dressing sexy for me.
I kissed her again deeply before taking a step back to admire her nude body. She started to cover herself with her hands, but I said no and was pleased to see that she stopped. I pulled her onto the bed with me and again began to make out with her. I slide my hand back to her pussy and she without prompting reached to my cock.
Then, I called out to Cynthia.
The Hussy started to protest but I shushed her. “Just for a moment,” I said, “she needs to see.”
The Hussy said nothing as I maneuvered her onto her hands and knees. Cynthia came to the door and stood silently, watching as I strapped The Hussy’s wrists into wrist cuffs that were already attached the the head board. Then I motioned for help and went to one side of the bed, as Cynthia went to the other. We each pulled out another large cuff, for The Hussy’s ankles, that were tied to the bed and each secured a leg. The Hussy made a whining noise as I ran my hand up the back of her leg.
“You can leave,” I said to her and while I didn’t watch her, I could see that she moved slowly, watching as I moved behind The Hussy, sliding behind her and positioning my cock with my hand until it was against her entrance and slowly slid into her. As The Hussy gasped in pleasure, I could tell Cynthia had left the room, but I suspected she was lingering just past the door.
I wasn’t gentle, but I wasn’t rushed. I took my pleasure in the woman. And, as she had said she was curious, I paused long enough to slide my thumb into her slick cunt to wet it, then pressed it gently against her ass, letting it slowly swallow my thumb as I fucked her. She made a happy moan but it was clear she was far to tight to fuck in the ass. Which was lucky for Cynthia, who would later tell me she was sure I was going to make her do ATM after I fucked The Hussy in the ass.
After I had cum and slid my though out of her. I unstrapped her ankles and hands and we laid back in bed together, her laying on my arm cuddling, we said nothing for a bit.
She broke the silence, “what would she do now,” The Hussy asked.
“After vaginal sex,” I said, “she cleans me with her mouth.”
She seemed to think about that for a moment then shyly moved down in the bed and gave my cock a few licks before moving back up, her nose wrinkled.
“Too gross for me,” she said, “sorry.”
I laughed at that. “To each their own, and anyway, this is what Cynthia has been waiting for,” I said and called out to Cynthia.
She came in and stared at our cuddling for a moment before saying, “yes sir.”
“Clean me,” I said. I watched as she took a breath, later learning that she was expecting to taste ass. She lowered herself to my cock as The Hussy started on and began to suck The Hussy’s cunt and my cum off my cock. “Good girl,” I said.
“God girl,” The Hussy echoed.
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