“Mistress, may I please kiss your feet?” I interrupted.
She nodded, putting down her near empty glass. I didn’t waste any time, licking and kissing along the sensitive side of her feet before kissing each of her toes, taking them in my mouth one by one. She shoved her whole foot in my mouth when I had finished with the left, letting me choke on it while she flicked my clamped nipples with her free foot. She teased me with the view of her pussy, letting her hand dance there. She removed her foot from my mouth and pressed it against my nose, rubbing some of my spittle on my forehead.
“Come get me ready for your husband, kitten,” she said, putting her foot down and spreading her legs.
I happily complied, massaging and kissing up her legs. She pulled my anal hook’s chain taut, hurrying me along and smushing my face into her vagina. I held my tongue out as she pushed me into herself violently, loudly bringing herself to her first climax. One was never enough for my mistress though.
For the second, she let me work for it, kissing her sensitive folds as she shivered from post orgasmic pleasure. My husband had moved closer to lace his fingers through hers in my hair, holding my head in place and loudly kissing my mistress. He yanked my head back to spit in my mouth, not caring whether he made it there or not. He shoved me back towards her, pushing at a steady rhythm, clearly wanting me to hurry her orgasm along.
Her second orgasm was her first squirt of the night. It thundered through her as she rode me through the storm, clutching my head to keep her steady. I lapped it up obediently, sending her third orgasm rolling in directly after. They both held my face tightly, suffocating me as she arched herself closer to me while they embraced.
Finally, her hand released from my hair. Leaving only my husbands, he dragged me towards his erect cock, finally free from the pants he had had on all night. He stood up as he face fucked me, balls slapping against my chin with sticky lines of spit connecting us. He used my bun to hammer himself into my throat, moaning as I gagged over and over. When he had enough, he roughly pushed me down on my ass, shoving the anal hook deep inside of me.
When I had gathered myself, he was already sitting on the couch with my mistress hovering over his lap, lust filled eyes trained on me.
“Put your husband’s cock in me, slut.”
I held him steady at his base, watching her pussy slowly envelop his fat cockhead. They moaned in unison as she lowered herself down to his heavy balls.
“Lick us pet,” my mistress ordered.
I sucked his balls as she rode him, and licked the area where they became one, attacking her clit mercilessly. Her orgasms came one after another as he hammered up into her, playing with her nipples as she held my head.
I kissed around his cock and her clit, enthralled by the steady stream of curses trailing from his tongue, and her shortened moans. I was working them both to orgasm, it made my head cloudy and my pussy pound.
“Fuck, I’m close,” my husband groaned.
She pushed me back enough to grab my chain, pulling me up to look in her eyes.
“Kiss me as your husband fills me up baby,” she moaned, her eyes vibrant.
Our lips connected as much as they could while his pace became more inconsistent. Our tongues danced together before she moved me to her breast. Her final throes of pleasure mixed with his as he shuddered a few more times before coming to a halt.
Her leg flew out and kicked me before I realized. Suddenly, I was on my back, hook pressed as far into me as it could go, with my mistress pinning my arms under her knees. She rubbed her pussy quickly over my face, letting her squirt mix with my husbands cum as she squeezed it out above my open and waiting mouth. Globs dripped out, whatever wasn’t caught in my mouth pooled out onto my cheeks and chin.
She fucked my face viciously after she came, moaning as she suffocated me to achieve yet another orgasm. She was a never ending well once she got going.
She slowed as she came, her body overcome by convulsions and jerks as she rode my face to completion.
The view of my goddess from this angle was a sight worth millions. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, practically glowing in the low light. Her breast heaved with every movement, beautiful globes resting on her chest as her face contorted with pleasure. Our eyes connected, her gaze was like molten gold.
She lifted herself off me, offering me a hand to help back into a kneeling position.
“You’ve been so good, baby,” she cooed, brushing loose curls from my face. “I know you want to cum, we’re getting there kitten. So needy.”
I rubbed my face into her hand as she spoke. She rolled my nipples and caressed my breast as she continued.
“Bend over, I want this out,” she said, tapping the chain snaking down my back. She removed it from my collar, releasing my back from its arched position, and slipped the hook from my ass.
“Stay there for me pet,” she called, now back at the couch from what I suspected.
“Which do you think?” she asked, clearly not speaking to me. I couldn’t hear or see my husband’s choice, but I heard her mischievous chuckle. She tucked something furry back into her bag, and approached me with her hands behind her back.
“Your husband is a real piece of work,” she said, kneeling next to me. I could hear her squirting something, which I thought to be lube, on a toy. Knowing my husband, it was the more dubious of the two toys she suggested.
“You see, I wanted to see you in your kitten tail,” she said, letting the head of something rest against my hole. “But him?”
He chuckled darkly from the couch.
“He wants to hear you count to ten. Then after that, maybe we’ll let that pathetic little pussy cum, okay?”
I only moaned in response, eager as soon as I heard I’d be allowed to cum.
The first bead popped into me and I gasped, my eyes widening in shock as I stared at my husband. He smiled back at me, stroking himself as he watched. He held one finger behind his ear, and lofted his eyebrow up.
“One,” I said, my teeth gritting together. “Thank you, mistress.”
His head rolled back, and he stroked himself faster.
When I got to five, he stood. Holding his now fully erect cock in one hand, he pressed my face into his balls, forcing me to speak around them until we got to eight. By now, I felt deliciously full, and my pussy was dripping on the floor.
“Open up for me,” he said, tapping my chin.
He slid himself down my throat slowly, letting me gag around it.
“Nignh,” I gagged from around his cock. “Thngh ghy mihghtrgh,” I gurgled.
The final bead was nearly too much. I screamed around my husbands shaft. He only pushed it in a bit further, moaning as I choked.
I panted heavily as he removed his cock from my mouth, sucking in big gulps of air.
“The number, kitten? Or should we start again?”
“Te-”
My husband shoved his cock in until he buried my nose in his pubic hair. I coughed and slapped at his thighs until he released me, long lines of spit trailing between us as I tried to regain my composure.
“Kitten?” My mistress smiled at me, eager to make me suffer through the whole ordeal again.
“Ten, ten,” I managed to gasp, before my husband could get his hands on me again.
My mistress massaged my ass, spanking it softly while pushing in the nub where the balls were plugged in. Her fingers moved to my front, teasing my thighs and neck.
“Please, mistress,” I moaned. We moved in tandem, with her pressed behind me, our hips rolling into another.
“Please what, my kitten?” She purred into my ear, taking small bites along my neck as she spoke, setting me ablaze with desire.
“Please mistress, fuck me, please,”
Again, she rested her fingers softly at my entrance, denying me the friction I needed to climax. I sighed in desperation.
“We’re gonna play a little game kitten. Im going to blindfold you, and you have to guess whats inside your pussy. Once you get two correct answers, you can cum, okay?”
I nodded quickly. I’d do anything for some relief at this point. The blindfold was soft, but she made sure to snap the elastic on the back of my head after she adjusted it. She took my chain and pulled forward, leading me by my abused nipples. She spun me around a couple of times while she and my husband jeered and spat at me, telling me how silly I looked. They pushed and kicked me, forcing me to get up whenever one of them jerked at my chain.
Finally, my mistress positioned me on my hands and knees, legs spread wide.
The first object was glass, I knew that for sure as its tip graced my needy entry. I gasped as one of them pushed it into me roughly and the other held my chain, the slender neck becoming wider as it got deeper into my pussy.
“Any guesses, slut?” she asked loudly over my moans. I opened my mouth to speak but was promptly stopped by a large foot. She increased her pace as I choked, slobbering on the toes that fit into my mouth over my cries of pleasure.
The hand holding my chain let go and the foot moved from my mouth to rest on my head, pinning my cheek against the floor as I was fucked from behind.
Another hand began to pop beads in and out of my ass, varying the amount from one at a time to several. I was falling over the edge quickly.
“A bottle, a bottle!” I screamed and shuddered, finally able to speak.
“Nasty little whore, you would be familiar with that,” she spat, slapping my ass as she continued her brutal pace.
“Fuck, yes mistress,” I moaned, feeling my pleasure build.
Just as soon as it all began, it ended. My mistress knew I was a loose canon, at any moment I was liable to explode after being edged for so long.
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