Just then Dante drove the fake cock into her creamy hole and twisted it around.
“Oh, oh, yes!”
The relief, though temporary, was divine.
“I can see I’m going to have gag you with my cock.”
She couldn’t wait to suck on Trax’s cock. See how long he lasted. Shoes landed on the ground and he discarded his pants and shirt in seconds. “I’m going to lower your legs and flip you over. I want Dante to have some fun with your ass.”
Together the men readjusted her leg shackles and flipped her over. They moved the table so that her chest and head were off one end. The chains reengaged, only this time the chains slid horizontally to spread her legs wide. The retractable table opened, allowing Dante to step between her thighs.
“Oohee. Lookie what I get to play with.”
He pulled the fake cock out of her pussy before pushing it back in again. While the glass dildo wasn’t nearly as large as Dante, it was better than nothing. He let go and the buttons on the fly of his jeans popped. The moment was close when she’d get both men at once. This was her dream—the ultimate testimony to their love.
Trax moved in front of her and his purple veined cock stood up proud. He cupped her breasts and pressed the head of his cock against her lips. His masculine scent stirred her blood. His thumbs brushed across her swollen nipples and pure bliss shot through her. She ran her tongue in his slit and lapped up his tangy pre-cum.
He groaned and she repeated the swipe. This time he pinched her nipples and spikes of pain stabbed her, but the ache was short-lived. Lust ripped down her breasts and across her belly. She swore her toes curled from the pleasure.
“Suck me.” His words almost sounded garbled.
She obliged by slowly lowering her mouth over his hard shaft and drawing him deeply into her mouth. When she swirled her tongue around his length, he grabbed her hair with one hand and tugged. His take charge action stimulated her even more.
“Faster and harder.”
Trax guided her head up and down. With each pass, she increased the suction and even used her teeth across his malleable skin.
He stepped back. “Enough. Position her on her elbows and knees and fuck her ass.”
“My pleasure, bro.”
Dante slipped the glass cock from her pussy and dragged her juices up her butt crack. The rope was wrapped so tightly around her arms she couldn’t support herself and dropped back down.
“Trax, untie her.”
Dante lifted her shoulders until her ass hit her calves. He bent over and drew a nipple into his mouth. “Come over here and help, bro.”
The clean scent of lemons wafted up to her, and she assumed it was from the shampoo.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck her ass,” Dante said.
“In a moment. She tastes so good.”
Tits didn’t have a taste. It was her pussy she wanted them to eat. Apparently, they wanted to torment her so when she came it would rock her world. In the meantime, their slightest touch set her on fire.
Dante kept one hand on her back as he stepped to the other side and pinched her nipple. “This one isn’t even red.”
That was a blatant lie.
He used his teeth to pull the tip taut, and the sensation nearly lifted her off the table. Then, Trax reached out and strummed a thumb over her clit and she almost came.
Her groan was too loud. Trax stopped and stepped back.
“Untie her hands.”
Dante did so and positioned her on her elbows. He walked behind her and tapped her ass. “Find me the crop. I want her ass unable to clench before I fuck her.”
She’d had the ruler and that stung like a bitch. She couldn’t imagine what a crop would do. Her legs were still spread wide but the first strike barely stung.
“This is to get you used to the crop.”
The second strike hurt, but her ass pulsed with need a few seconds later. Dante rubbed her rear as if he was trying to erase the red line. But it was the third blow that made her eyes sting. Trax moved to the back.
“Now that’s a nice red ass.” He used his hand and walloped her ass one time.
She cried out.
“Do you want to use your safe word, babe?”
“I want a cock like you promised, Master.”
“Untie her leg irons.”
She wasn’t going to complain, but it sounded almost as if he was going to let her go and not give her any release. As Dante worked on undoing the cuffs, Trax moved the lower half of the massage table together so that it formed a continuous piece once more. He flipped her on her back, pulled open her legs and climbed on top of the table.
Please let him fuck me now.
He leaned over clearly not ready to grant her wish. “I need to taste your honeyed juices.”
She’d never last. Dante stepped to the head of the table and draped a blindfold over her eyes. The loss of sight jarred her for a moment until Trax sucked on her pussy.