“Yes What?” followed by another stinging blow.
“Yes Angie!”
Another slap that echoed in the small lounge, “Wrong answer. You will call me Mistress, and do precisely what I tell you. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress!”
“Stay there and don`t move. If I return and you have moved an inch the spanking will be long and painful. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress!”
Alan was dumbstruck. He hadn`t said a word or moved a muscle since Angie had first entered the room. Now he just stared in amazement as his naked wife left the room leaving their new guest bent over, totally nude, and with large red handprints on both her buttocks. He looked at Ayla`s face and watched tiny tears leak from the corners of her eyes and dribble down her cheeks before dripping onto their lounge carpet. He heard Angie go up the stairs, and less than a minute later come back down them.
Alan watched his wife stroll through the lounge door, then he gasped when he saw what she held in her hand. When they had first married Angie had bought a vibrator to be used in some of their sex games. Over time they had given up using it and he hadn`t seen it for more than a couple of years. It seemed that Angie had not lost it, or thrown it out as she now brandished it like a ten-inch, black, plastic sword.
Alan nearly had a giggling fit when Angie had to rummage for two or three minutes in a drawer of the sideboard to find some batteries. The drawer where they dumped such things was the only part of the house that Angie hadn`t organised to the same standard as a hospital operating room.
Alan was biting his lip to stop bursting out laughing at the absurdity of everything that was happening. He felt like a detached spectator, as Angie was in total control. His amusement disappeared like early morning mist when Angie turned away from the sideboard after fitting batteries into the black plastic phallus. Her face was like thunder and Alan knew he wasn`t going to get on the wrong side of her when she was this angry.
Moving back to her position behind Ayla she delivered two more loud slaps even though Alan was sure that Ayla hadn`t moved one millimetre. This brought a sob from Ayla that stuck in her throat. “If you want a cock so badly that you try and tempt my husband. Then I will give it to you!”
There was no further discussion as Angie pushed the newly activated vibrator deep inside Ayla`s vagina. The vibrator was large. Alan seemed to remember that the box had said it was ten inches in length. Angie didn`t stop pushing until only about an inch poked out from between Ayla`s red and swollen labia. Alan was expecting Angie to start to fuck Ayla with it as that is how they had used it in their own games, but instead she just left it humming inside Ayla and sat down next to Alan on the sofa.
Alan flicked his eyes from the face of one woman to that of the other. Angie`s face was a picture of serenity as she stared at Ayla. Ayla on the other hand was sweating, tears now streaming from her eyes, and then she began to quiver as the vibrating phallus inside her did what it was designed to do.
Angie didn`t say or do anything. She just stared like a cat watching a little bird. It was a few minutes before Ayla began panting. Her whole-body was shivering and covered in goose bumps. The vibrators buzzing noise was the only sound in the room. That is until Ayla`s orgasm. Alan felt a brief pang of pity for the girl as she shuddered, her whole body went stiff, her eyes clamped shut and a low pitiful moan left her lips. She was still shaking, as Angie had still not removed the sex toy, when Angie rose once more and slapped Ayla on each cheek of her bum. “I told you not to move!” she hissed.
Ayla could hardly speak coherently as she breathed, “Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress!”.
Angie strolled casually behind Ayla and pulled the vibrator uncaringly out of her vagina. Ayla sighed with relief, but that relief was short lived as Angie adjusted the vibrator to its lowest setting and then reinserted it. Alan was sure that Ayla climaxed as she did this, as her whole body shook so badly he thought she was going to collapse.
Once Angie had taken her place back on the sofa, she stretched out one hand and took a large handful of Ayla`s sweaty black hair and tugged. Ayla shuffled forwards until her head was hovering just above Angie`s freshly shaved sex. Using Ayla`s hair like a horse`s rein she forced her face down until it rested on Angie`s pubic mound. Angie raised her legs up around Ayla and then rested her thighs on each of the younger girls shoulders. This caused Ayla to move downwards past Angie`s pussy until her nose was rubbing against the puckered entrance to Angie`s arse.
Up until now Alan had just been a passive observer, albeit one with a cock as hard as steel. This changed now as Angie instructed Ayla sternly, “Lick my arse Ayla, or as I shouls say from now in. SLAVE!” At the same time she turned to Alan and said in a manner that told him it was not optional, “Lose the shorts Alan.”
Alan was stunned. Firstly, Angie and he had tried anal sex a few times, but as far as he remembered it wasn`t high on her list of preferred sexual activities, but here she was getting Ayla to tongue her rear entry. Secondly, he wasn`t sure what she had in mind for him. Whatever it was he definitely didn`t want to upset her with the mood she was in, so he shimmied out of his shorts letting his stiff boner spring into view.
Angie sighed as Ayla begun to run her tongue around her anus, then Angie reached out with one hand and wrapped it around the stiff shaft of Alan`s cock. Moving her hand at the same pace as Ayla`s tongue was moving between the cheeks of her arse Angie closed her eyes and seemed to be in a trance like state. Alan was frozen in place like a deer in the headlights. His eyes wide as they moved from his wife’s hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, to the top of Ayla`s head that was nodding between Angie`s thighs, then back to Angie`s face where she lay with her head resting on the back of the sofa, her eyes shut as if she was sleeping.
Alan jumped at the speed and unexpected movement when Angie let her thighs fall from Ayla`s shoulders as she panted, “Pussy now. And make it good. I`m close to coming!” Angie placed one foot on the arm of the sofa so she could lean over and place her mouth around Alan`s erection as Ayla began bobbing her head much quicker between her thighs.
He didn`t know about Angie, but he bloody well knew he was going to erupt soon. When Angie`s tongue flicked away the first few drops of his impending ejaculation the sensation sent shivers through his body, he grasped a massive handful of her chestnut hair as his hips jerked upwards.” Fucking Hell!” he screamed as his body jerked and jerked. He came a lot as his body thrust upwards over and over, his seed filling his wife`s mouth.
Once he had calmed enough Angie raised her head from his groin. Using Ayla`s hair to move her where she wanted, Angie had Ayla sit back on her haunches in front of them. Using one hand she squeezed Ayla`s cheek and jaw until Ayla`s mouth opened wide, then tilted her head upwards. Shuffling forward on the sofa she positioned her mouth above Ayla`s, who was sitting like a baby bird in the nest waiting to be fed a worm. Angie opened her mouth and let Alan`s semen dribble from her mouth, and into Ayla`s. When her mouth was empty she asked, “Does he taste as good as you imagined in your dreams Ayla?”
It was unbelievable to Alan when Ayla smiled as she replied, “Yes Mistress!”
“And me Ayla?”
“You were also delicious Mistress. Shall I use my tongue on you some more?”
The End, but there maybe more if you liked this part. Send me your comments if you would like to hear how the relationship between Alan, Angie and Ayla progresses.
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