I’m in a room, I don’t know where it is, could be a hotel, could be somebody’s house, all I know is that it isn’t my place. There’s a bed against one wall and an armchair facing it but there’s also a mat on the floor and I realise that the room is very much used for one thing only, and that thing isn’t sleeping. The door opens behind me but I’m not allowed to turn to see who it is because She’d punish me if I did.Her voice both puts me at ease and inspires fear in me simultaneously.
“Jazz, I’m glad you’re more with it now. I’ve brought a friend here to help me to teach you a lesson because you’re such a quick study.” Her hands run between my legs from behind as I remain as still as possible on all fours. My cock starts to stiffen due to a combination of the tone of her voice and her touch and it’s then that I feel her slip something over the head and fasten it behind my balls. She obviously needs me hard for something. She walks into view and I see another pair of legs beside hers they could be anybody’s legs, but I know they’re not female from the way he stands.
“I’m going to let you have some pleasure later, but only on the condition that I think you’ve done a suitable job of giving pleasure first.” As She speaks the trousers slip down the other pair of legs and I’m left in no doubt that she’s been telling the truth so far. Mistress pulls me up to my knees and guides my hand up to his cock. I know what she’s asking and wrap my fingers around his shaft as if it were my own, then I wait for Her command.
“You may begin.” she orders and I do, short strokes as if I was jerking off at home in private. I hear an agreeable snort from above and am made aware of Mistress kneeling beside me. School obviously is not in session yet. She pushes my hand aside and orders me to watch as she teases his helmet with her tongue, then she sucks him into her mouth, taking him deeper, all the time her hand working the base of his shaft. She sucks him for a couple of minutes, occasionally stopping to run her tongue along his shaft before stopping and turning to look me in the face. I lower my eyes as she speaks to me. Two words:
“Your turn.” I reach up again, hesitently this time. I take his cock in my hands, hesitating to delay the inevitable, but She senses it and delivers a sharp slap to my backside. “If you stall I’ll hit you again, harder. If you say no I’ll take him elsewhere, to a more willing slave and then I’ll come back here and make you regret it. On the other hand, if you’re a good boy and make him happy, I’ll make you happy.” To demonstrate her point she takes my cock in her hand and starts to stroke. The pleasure eats away at my inhibitions and I tentatively lick the head of my temporary Master’s penis.
The taste is unusual, but not unbearable and I start to run my tongue over the tip, pulling his foreskin right back and opening my mouth to suck the bulb in. Mistress strokes my cock again, while cooing encouragement. As She arouses me more I become bolder. She moves behind me and starts to run her tongue and lips over my ear whenever I rear back for air.
“Through your nose, slowly this time.” She advises me as I take him into my mouth again and slowly, using her free hand, she pushes my head further and further forward until I feel him against the back of my throat. All the time Her right hand stays on my cock, the thumb under my foreskin stroking her beautiful sharp nail over my head. The discomfort. “That’s a good boy.” She praises me as if I were learning to walk, and in a way these are baby steps in Her training me to be Her favourite toy. The scenario arouses me unbearably, but Mistress knows that the strap isn’t the only thing that keeps me from coming right now.
I keep sucking, swirling my tongue over His cockhead as he groans in appreciation and in response Mistress strokes me harder and harder. “I think we need to see just how eager your tongue is, don’t you?” She asks. I nod my head and mumble “Yes Mistress” around His cock, drawing more sharp breaths from him. He steps away and turns around, then my Mistress pushes my head between his cheeks. I don’t have any choice but to force my tongue deep inside of His ass, and as I do so Mistress whispers something in my ear with that honey-toned voice of Hers. “You need to put those hands to good use as well, Jazz, but surely you don’t need me to tell you how.” Instinctively I reach around with my right hand and again take hold of His cock, I resist the urge to laugh as I remember reading how this is called Tromboning somewhere before also reaching a hand behind me to try and find my Mistress.
She gasps as I try to reach between her legs, my fingers searching for her honeypot, but rather than swatting my hand away she strokes my cock harder and whispers to me again. Her voice, now heavy with lust, sending chills of pleasure down my spine. “That’s right, little fucktoy, get your fingers nice and wet, all ready to get yourself nice and wet.” then She starts teasing my ring with her free hand. Master starts to groan again, and suddenly asks my Mistress when he’s going to get to use my tight ass. Mistress lets me go and pushes him away. She then pulls me back to all fours, before lowering me onto my elbows so I look as thought I’m presenting myself to him.
Mistress stares right into my eyes and speaks to me in a very matter of fact voice. “Now he’s a big boy, but he feels pain, unlike my strap-on. Keep breathing deeply and just relax. I’ll be right here and if you make Him happy, I might even let you come.” She strokes my face lovingly, never breaking eye contact when I feel the head of His cock against my anus pressing insistantly. “Relax.” Her hands hold my head tenderly, her thumbs stroking across my cheeks and I obey as He starts to ease his cock inside of me slowly, but surely, my cock swelling harder than it already was as I feel the head against my prostate. I feel like I want to come, but the strap and my Mistress won’t let me right now.
Once he’s all the way in he stops a moment so I can get used to feeling this full. My breath is really short now but Mistress is there to try to keep me calm for now. I nod my head, and She signals to Him,at which point he starts to slide His cock slowly out of me. Mistress stands up and sits in the chair beside us. From where She ‘s sat she has the perfect view of His cock penetrating my ass.
He starts to speed up his thrusts, and the pleasure starts to overtake me. Mistress reminds me not to come yet and I can tell from Her voice that she’s enjoying this scene. I can’t do anything but try to hold my climax back and moan every time the head of His cock hits my g-spot.It’s becoming too much when Mistress orders us to stop. Neither of us know why, but she leaves the suspense to a minimum by speaking to me.
“I can see now how willing you are to please others for me. So as I promised earlier, you can have your pleasure”. With that She positions Herself on the floor beneath me and guides my aching, hungry cock into Her for the first time. as my cock enters She gasps “carry on” and He starts thrusting again. She reaches up to my ear and whispers “don’t come until I say so”; my anguish increasing as Her pussy now starts to pulse around my throbbing cock and her lips and teeth tease my earlobe.
Mistress’s gasps start to get louder in my ear as His thrusts push my hips deeper into Her, forcing my cock to push higher into Her. Her muscles start to clamp and milk my cock as I reach the absolute limit of what I can take and She starts to come, Her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me towards her as between gasps She moans into my ear “Now…you…can…come”.
I roar with release and ultimately pleasure and collapse through the exertion and Her pulling me towards into Her arms. My ass pulses with pleasure and I hear a grunt from behind me as His cock pulses and fills me with his seed.
I lay, exhausted, in my Mistress’s arms and She strokes my hair lovingly, constantly telling me how proud She is and occasionally kissing my forehead tenderly. In the background the door closes as my one-time Master leaves without my ever seeing his face. After an unknown amount of time, when we’ve both regained our strength my Mistress looks me in the eye and simply says “Bring me a glass, it’s time for me to show you how to clean up.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/496ls6/in_the_middle_bi_fmm_anal_reluc_fdom_msub_mdom
Very, very nice.
mmm… I think I’ll show this one to my Goddess…