She Gets what She Needs

Literotic asexstories – She Gets what She Needs by Griwthr,Griwthr
The house was dark when they pulled up. Stephen got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for his date. As Andrea stepped out of the car, she made no effort to stop her skirt from riding up, exposing a bit of thigh. Stephen smiled.

As they walked up the stairs to the front entrance Andrea quietly asked, “Is she home?”

“Yes.” And Stephen smiled again.

Stephen opened the door. It was not locked. He motioned Andrea inside and followed her in. He took her wrap and tossed it onto a chair near the door. Stephen took Andrea’s hand and stepped further into the still house. Up a short hallway a light glowed from a partially open door. They walked up to the open room and stepped inside. Andrea let out a small gasp and tried to pull her hand from Stephen’s, but he just squeezed a bit tighter maintaining his hold on her. His pulse rose by a beat or two.

“Andrea, this is my wife, Connie. Don’t worry about how to address her, not for you to do. I control and own her, as I do you. She is here for my entertainment, and probably a bit of yours as well.”

Andrea smiled nervously up at Stephen, “Yes sir.” She looked down at Connie sitting on a hardwood chair, dressed in a black bustier, stockings and heels. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, she kept her hands folded in her lap and she kept her eyes lowered.

Stephen drew Andrea close to his slut wife, took Andrea’s hand and pushed it between Connie’s legs, pushing it against her hungry cunt. Andrea could feel the slut’s excitement, her wetness, her heat. Stephen forced her to push a couple of fingers inside and Connie moaned, spread her legs wide. Stephen pulled her hand back, Andrea’s fingers up to Connie’s mouth. She opened her mouth started to suck on them, moaning again.

Stephen pulled Andrea away unzipped his pants and stepped toward Connie, grabbing her hair, and pulling her forward in her chair he shoved his hard cock into her mouth, pushing to the back of her throat. He paused for a moment to let the warmth of her mouth envelope him. Then he pulled away, leaving her gasping.

Stepping away from Connie, Stephen took Andrea by the wrist and led her to the clear floor at the foot of the bed. He took Andrea in his arms and kissed her deeply. Connie started to breath a bit harder. Stephen peeled the straps of her dress off her showers and kissed them lightly, caressing them with his lips. He pulled her dress down over her slim body, revealing her beautiful small breasts, nipples taut. Stephen stepped around her, letting his fingertips slide over her shoulder, tracing a slow luxurious path down to a nipple, teasing it out her desire for his attention. Andrea’s dress fell over her hips to the floor. She stepped out of her dress and kicked off to the side.

Stephen looked deep into Andrea’s eyes, squeezing her nipple, hard. She gasped, not expecting the sudden turn.

“Did I say you could step out of your dress,” he asked?

She shook her head as her eyes began to moisten. Moments from a tear. Wrapping his fingers in her shoulder length hair, Stephen stepped aside as he pulled her towards the bed, forcing her to bend over.

“The position,” he said!

Andrea bent at the waist, steadying herself with her hands on the bed, her ass exposed. Stephen ran a hand over the small of her back and she arched to better present herself to him.

Stephen stepped back behind her running his hand over her proffered ass, letting himself feel the soft warmth of her skin, then the smooth coolness of her panties, moving his hand between the two textures. Suddenly drawing his hand back and smacking her ass. Then again, And again, a bit harder. Then a bit harder. Across her ass, each stroke coming down harder and hard, shaking the flesh, drawing out gasps, moans, and small squeals. The wonderful pale China white of her ass turning pink and then darkening to a glorious red.

Stephen glanced over; Connie’s eyes were no longer fixed on the floor. She drank in the scene her husband was presenting to her, and she started to squirm in her chair.

Stephen leaned into Andrea, whispering in her ear, “Ok love, stand.”

He grasped Andrea’s shoulders and turn her toward him, “You do not act without permission. Understand?”

A small “Yes” passed her lips.

Stephen reached between her legs, letting his fingers work their way past her panties into her cunt. He smiled, and she smiled in response. She was wet and he slipped a finger inside her easily. He pulled it out and held it to her lips. Andrea began sucking the finger, tasting her own need.

Stephen stepped away from Andrea and stood in front of Connie. A quick slap to her face.

“Why are you squirming like that slut?” He could see the embers in her eyes start to glow, the fire was being stoked. “What is it? Tell me slut.”

In her small voice, Connie responded, “I need to pee.”

Stephen took Connie by the hand and as he led her out of the bedroom turned to Andrea and commanded, “Come along.” Stephen led them into the bathroom and guided Connie into the bathtub. He reached out his hand and nodded to her. She slipped out of her panties.

“Into your mouth,” was his simple command. Stephen reached out and pulled Andrea close to him and they watched as Connie stuffed her moist panties in her mouth.

“On your hands and knees slut, facing the tap.” Connie complied assuming the position he described. Stephen tightened his hold on Andrea, letting his hand drop to cup her round smooth ass. He could still feel the glow of her recent punishment.

“Pee slut.”

The room was silent. Andrea held her breath. A moment passed and the sound of water, pee, splashing onto the tub surface seemed to fill the room. Connie pissed in the tub. It ran down the center of the tub between her knees and between her hands.

“Lick it up slut.” Connie hesitated. She always hesitated at first. “Slut,” Stephen warned, his voice stern, The color rose in her cheeks as she lowered her head, tongue out and began licking the warm piss coming from her body. Stephen reached his free hand between Andrea’s legs. She yielded to receive him. His fingers slid over her cunt lips, found the wet excitement she offered to him. And when he did her knees threatened to buckle, his fingers were taking what was would inevitably be entirely his. At that moment she wanted to give in, Andrea wanted to let her body react, be overcome, become his entirely. But Stephen pulled his fingers back, this was not to be her moment, not yet.

Stephen released Andrea and grabbed a towel he tossed down over Connie, “Clean yourself up slut, and join us in the other room.” As he walked past Andrea, “Come along cunt.” She did.

Back in the bedroom Stephen turned his full attention to Andrea. Connie quickly joined them in the bedroom and took her place back on her chair. On the dresser Stephen flipped open a large case, a jewelry case and pulled out an elegant pair of tweezer nipple clamps. Stephen bent his head bringing his lips to one of Andrea’s nipples, caressing it with his lips, pull the taught desire into the nipple from deep in the pit of her stomach, and then slowly, achingly, set the jaws of the clamp on her nipple and slowly pulled the clamping ring up, tightening the clip, bringing the nerves in her breast to life for his pleasure. Then with same deliberate pleasure he applied the second clamp. Stephen took a handful her short dark hair in his hands and pulled her face to his, pulled her lips to his, exploring her mouth with his tongue, pulling himself into her. With his other hand he grasped her by the waist and pulled her into him, letting her feel his hard cock, letting her understand a part of his own desire.

Stepping away from Andrea, Stephen looked over at Connie, back in her special chair. She sat squirming so delicately, hoping no one would notice, hoping no one would see her desperation. Stephen looked at her, looked her in the eye, and saw that desperation. Stephen smiled.

He turned back to Andrea, stepping into her, grabbing her holding her close, letting his hands cup and hold her ass as he kissed her, as they shared themselves. Stephen slapped her ass, relishing the firm sound that came from the contact, at once grasping her buttock to feel the heat as she moaned into his neck. Stephen pushed his hand between Andrea’s legs, forcing a finger into her, forcing her to open to him and expose her need. The other hand he placed on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees. He let her undo his trousers, releasing the button, pulling down the fly, reaching inside to pull out his hard cock and gratefully slip into her mouth. Andrea started sucking, trying to please, trying so hard.

Stephen grabbed her by the hair, pulled away from her and walked over to Connie. ” Want to suck whore?”

Connie simply nodded her head.

“Are you playing with yourself whore?”

Again, Connie nodded her head.

“Do you want to cum?”

She nodded.

Stephen knelt in front of her, cupping her cheek with his hand, “And if I let you suck me, will you make yourself cum?”

Connie nodded. Stephen slapped her face. He grabbed a nipple and squeezed. She gasped, he twisted. She wanted so much more right now. She started to reach out to him, and Stephen twisted her nipple more. “Cunt.”

Standing and turning to Andrea, “Now my sweet slut, do you want to make Daddy happy? Connie follow.”

Letting Connie go, Steve turned to Andrea, took her hand, and led her back to the bedroom. He stood her at foot of the bed, facing the bed.

“Andrea, bend forward, put your hands on the bed. Present the wonderful ass to me.” Andrea complied. Steve hooked a finger in the waist of her panties and pulled them down over her ass, letting them slip down her thighs and settle on floor. They set there, gently, waiting for their next task. Steve ran his hand over her ass, feeling the warmth she radiated to him. A caress, then a swat, strike, a simple spank, just to raise a little heat. Andrea flinched, as she caught her breath.

“Step out of your panties. Connie come over here and kneel beside me.” Connie did as she was commanded. “Now Connie, pick up those panties, stuff them in your mouth. ” As Connie slowly pushed the damp panties into her mouth her shoulders sank forward. She seemed to shrink slightly. And her nipples visibly hardened. Steve motioned her away and she crawled off to the side. He resumed warming Andrea’s butt with his hand, bringing out a warm deep red in the skin.

He walked to the closet open the door, pulled out a chest and swung the lid open. He rummaged around for a moment and then grabbed something. Steve looked back over his shoulder to see Andrea shifting uncomfortably, waiting for him to return. Connie remained sitting on the floor a bit of the panties hanging out of her mouth. Steve stood and ran the crop through his hand, pausing to feel the leather keeper glide over the palm of his hand.

Stepping toward Connie, Steve said to her “Kneel slut.” She did. He squatted in front of her and used the crop to play with her bared nipples. He drew it up between her legs and watched her cheeks flush with excitement. He smiled to himself, feeling the blood rush into his cock. Quickly he gave each nipple a slap with the crop. Connie flinched; her breath caught. He could see the need growing in her eyes, the pleading.

Standing Steve moved away from Connie, and towards Andrea. He ordered Andrea to stand up and turn toward him. He sighed as he looked at her. Her small breasts, barely a B cup, but the nipples stood so wonderfully erect. He loved her elegantly tapered waist and the gentle curve of her hips. His stomach tied itself in knots with his desire. He ran his fingernails down one breast and over her nipple. Then he caught the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave a brief hard twist. Andrea’s knees bend, almost ready to buckle, but she caught herself. Her eyes grew a little wider. He gave the other nipple a flick with his finger and stepped back. Lifting the crop, he laid the keeper on her nipple, then gave it a swat. Then another to the underside of the tit followed in quick succession with several strokes alternately to her nipples. She squirmed, wiggled, whimpered. Stepping in close Steve reach a hand between Andrea’s leg and easily slid a finger into her.

From the dresser near the bed Steve grabbed some tweezer nipple clamps, long, golden, and so elegant. He applied them to Andrea’s hard nipples and gave each a twist. Stepping in close to her Steve kissed her deeply. As he kissed her his had slipped between her legs once more and stroked her, teased her, threatened to enter her. She moaned into his mouth. With his other hand he twisted a clamped nipple. Her hips started to move more urgently as she tried grinding herself onto his finger.

Steve suddenly stepped back from Andrea and viciously pulled the clamps from her nipples. She let loose with a short scream, knowing better than to give full voice to her sufferings. Connie just watched, whimpered, and wiggled.

Steve watched her. Stepped back up to her and gently touched her face, giving her another kiss. He looked over at his wife and asked, “Lovely, isn’t she?” Connie gave a brief affirmative grunt. She did not seem capable of much more at that moment. Reaching between Andrea’s legs Steve slipped a finger through her wet slippery desire, deep into her. He pulled it out and turned her around, pushed her forward so she bent at the waist. He took the lubricated finger and slipped it into her ass. She moaned. Connie moaned with her.

Steve pulled Andrea up by the hair and turned her to face him. He grabbed a small flogger and whipped it across one nipple then gracefully pulling it around, he whipped the other nipple. Turning it through a small figure eight he was able to bring it across one nipple, then the other, over, and over. Letting the leather strands kiss her flesh so lovingly. Andrea pulled her shoulders back and forced her chest out to meet his punishment. He noticed her nipples were standing fully erect now.

Looking over at Connie again he said, “Look slut, see how she wants to serve, see how she enjoys me, needs me?” Connie nodded her head as tears welled in her eyes.

“Look at her Connie, look her legs, her tight ass, her wonder tits, and those nipples, just begging me for more. Look at her Connie.” Again, they moaned in unison.

Reaching between Andrea’s legs again. Steve started to stroke her, feel her wet hot arousal. Looking her straight in the eyes he asked, “Do you want to feel your Master’s cock?”

Andrea nodded urgently.

“Do you need to feel your Master’s cock inside of you?”

She nodded again.

“Do you want me to fuck you babe?”

Andrea whispered back to him, “Yes.” She drew out the one word imploring him to take her, to use her. Steve pushed a couple of fingers up inside of her. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself, her knees getting weak.

As Steve caressed Andrea’s cunt, he looked over at his wife, “Look Connie, her pussy is so tight, so hot. God, she feels good. Not like your stretched out used up cunt, your old ass.” He watched the tears slowly run over Connie’s cheeks and he felt Andrea moving around on his finger.

“Do you want to taste her cunt?” Connie slowly nodded. “Do you want to touch yourself slut?” Again, Connie nodded.

Steve wiggled his fingers some more, then leaned forward and sucked and bit on one of Andrea’s nipples, grabbed the other with his free hand and pinched. She moaned louder.

“Please sir, please”

“Do you need to cum slut?”

Andrea whimpered. She needed so much right now. So, Steve pulled his fingers out of her and pushed her back onto the bed. “Not now whore.”

He walked over to Connie and offered his wet fingers to her. She devoured what she could get. She reveled in the taste of this other woman on her husband’s fingers and slid her free hand between her legs, roughly banging her own cunt. Steve laughed, pulled his hand from her mouth, and kicked her hand away from her cunt. “Whore, you do not get to play unless I tell you, understand?”

Connie nodded, she understood.

Steve walked back over to the bed, motioned to Andrea to lay on her back and spread her legs. He slipped out of his pants and underwear and climbed on top of Andrea, Once positioned between her legs, he slipped his cock into her wet pussy. She pushed her hips up to meet him, accepting him as he thrust hard into her. Perched over her, looking straight down into her eyes he thrust again, and again, hammering her with his own need. She wrapped her legs around him reached up to him, trying to pull him to her, but he held fast, simply fucking her cunt hard. Andrea’s eyes began to glaze over slightly, her skin reddened with the heat of them, her breathing got quicker, and quicker. And Steve disengaged himself from her. He pulls away from her, standing at the foot of the bed.

He walked over to Connie, pushed his hips toward her face and looked down at her. She met his eyes. He nodded at her, “Come on whore, suck!” Connie brought her lips to his hard cock. She breathed deep letting Andrea’s smell trigger her own excitement. She felt that deep vibration deep inside of her as she let the idea of Andrea pleasing her husband cycle through her own mind. She opened her mouth and tasted Andrea on her husband, tasted the humiliation Steve was covering her with tonight. She closed her mouth and began to suck.

Steve moaned. “You aren’t good for much, but you are good cock sucker. Lick my balls clean you dirty cunt.” A small sound escaped from Connie’s mouth as her heart skipped a beat. She let go of his cock and started to lick the shaft and his testicles. The smell and the taste of sex, sweat and humiliation were heaven to Connie.

Then Steve stepped back from Connie, almost dumping her on her face as she tried to keep licking and sucking his member. She desperately scrabbled for him. He pushed her away, down on to her face on the floor. He turned toward Andrea, “On your hands and knees bitch.”

She positioned herself in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. Steve got on his knees directly behind her and grabbed her hips. With his thumbs he spread her ass cheeks. He spit on her asshole; he could feel her tense up preparing for him. Steve placed the head of his cock against her asshole.

“Well bitch,” he asked her?

“Please,” she squeaked. Steve responded by pushing with his hips, driving his cock into her ass. Andrea cried out as he pushed hard past her sphincter. God she was so tight and hot.

“What do you say bitch?”

“Thank you, sir.”

Steve reached forward grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. He looked over at Connie, her eyes wide as she watched them, her mouth hanging open, almost drooling with desire. “Finger fuck yourself Andrea,” Steve commended her.

He kept fucking her ass, she stroked her clit with her fingers, “Thank you sir.”

“See Connie? This is what a nice tight ass is like. God, she feels so good.” Steve could feel his imminent release coming.

“Andrea, look at Connie. See how she watches us? See how she stared. The cunt is dripping watching me take your ass.”

Andrea turned to watch Connie. She started to laugh as she ground her ass into Steve, “She is so pathetic sir.”

Suddenly, “Oh sir, please sir!”

“Do you need to cum, bitch?”

Andrea grunted. Steve looked from Andrea to Connie. He smiled at Connie as he did, he said to Andrea, “Cum for me bitch.” She did. Her body tensed and she started to shake. He could feel the spasms coursing through her as he grunted over and over, ” Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

It was too much for Steve. It was time. He pulled her ass right up on his cock and let himself go. He grunted felt the cum shoot out of his cock.

When both he and Andrea had had a moment to compose themselves, Steve pulled his cock out of Andrea’s ass, “Don’t move slut! Connie get over here.”

Connie crawled to the bed from her place against the wall. When she got to Steve, he reached a hand down to her. She took his hand and stood before him. As he smiled at her he seemed to tower over her. Steve reached between Connie’s legs and forced a finger into her cunt. She was dripping.

“You dirty whore. Look at you.,” and he spit in her face. It took an effort for Connie to keep her legs from buckling. “Eat Andrea’s ass. Suck my cum out of her.”

Connie tried to look shocked, but Steve knew better. She stands there, staring at him slowly shaking her head, “Please, no.”

“Get back there cunt, eat her ass.” Tears well up in Connie’s eyes. Steve reaches to her, grabs a nipple and twists it. Connie yelps and moves to obey. She positions herself behind Andrea, spreads her ass cheeks and moves in, locking Andrea’s ass hole. She stiffens her tongue and pushes it against Andrea’s asshole, pushing into her. Andrea moans.

“Go ahead bitch,” Steve whispers to Andrea and her fingers quickly find their way to her pussy, stroking herself as Connie licks and tongue fucks her ass.

Andrea drops her face to the bed, pushed back with her hips trying to get Connie’s tongue deeper into her ass “Oh god, oh fuck you bitch, eat me,” she shouts, “fucking whore eat my ass!”

Steve can see it; Andrea is almost ready. “FUCKING WHORE,” she screams, “PLEASE SIR! NOW SIR?”

“Yes Andrea, now!”

Andrea convulses, cumming for the second time, drenching her fingers and thighs. Connie tries to stand away from the bed but drops to the floor. Her hand immediately moves between her legs, and she starts to rub her cunt. She moans and starts to run a bit harder. Steve watches her for a moment, she looks up at him and starts to run her wet aching cunt a bit harder. Her breathing hard and laboured, her skin flushed.

“No, slut!”

Connie rubs harder. Steve bends forward and slaps her face. It rouses her from her stupor, “Please sir, Please,” she begs.

“No cunt, not tonight.”

Tears start to run down Connie’s face. “Please,” she begs again.

“No cunt, not tonight. Back to your chair.” Hesitantly Connie returns to her chair.

“Now cunt, on your knees, in front of the bed. Let Andrea see how hard your nipples are.” Connie slips off her chair, onto her knees. She shuffles over to the bed. The carpet stings her knees and heightens her excitement. She is unable to lift her head and meet the eyes of the woman watching her humiliation, and she is almost unable to keep her fingers from her dripping pussy.

Steve sits beside Andrea on the bed, “You see Andrea, Connie is a cunt, a piece of fuck meat. I let her serve me because, well, I guess because it is fun.” Steve smiled gently at Connie. ” Andrea, stand up. Come closer cunt. Andrea open your legs. Lick her cunt.”

Connie brought herself between Andrea’s legs, she leaned forward bringing her face up to Andrea’s cunt. She took a deep breath, almost letting herself orgasm just from the situation she now found herself in. She reached out with her tongue, giving a tentative lick to Andrea’s labia, and felt a tremor run through Andrea.

As Connie gently licked Andrea, Steve continued, “This is what my wife needs. She serves my needs and I allow her some satisfactions during the process. And sometimes a little slut like you gets to benefit from our scene. Of course, my own desires run a bit deeper, and I do like to indulge them. All of them.”

Steve could see Andrea starting to succumb to Connie’s tongue. She grabbed Connie’s head and pulled her face deeper into her cunt. Her hips started to move, undulate, slowly grinding her pussy into Connie’s face.

“I like this,” Steve commented, “I enjoy seeing your passions lit like this. But you’re not allowed to cum whore.” He grabbed Andrea’s arm and pulled her back from Connie. Andrea stumbled but managed maintain her balance. Connie sat for a moment, desperately tonguing the air, trying to lick and taste more Andrea. This little scene just made Steve’s cock harder. His own heart was racing. Now he was ready to satisfy his own needs.

Steve stepped in front of Connie, “Do you need to be fucked whore?” She gave a slight nod. Steve pointed and Connie scrambled up onto the bed. Steve turned to the dresser and from a line up of interesting dildo’s picked one he felt would be most appropriate for Connie. A full 13-inch glass dido, a solid two inches in diameter, enough to fill her, and probably her favorite. Steve knew her too well sometimes.

“Spread slut!” Connie spread her legs, staring wide eyed at the dildo Steve had chosen for her. “Do you want to get fucked slut?”

Connie nodded her head. Words were just not there.

“Do you need to get fucked slut?”

The nod again.

Steve stepped up to her and ran the head of the dildo over her cunt lips, slowly pressing it a touch harder with each swipe. Over her clit he slowed, making her shudder as he teased her. Connie’s hips lifted trying to get some piece of the dildo. She clutched the bedspread tightly pulling at it, her whole body tensing in anticipation of something. It made Steve slowly smile.

Steve pointed to a strap on laying on the floor in front of the closet. “Andrea, put that on.” She jumped to his command.

Steve dropped the dildo between his wife’s spread legs and walked around to the side of the bed. He grabbed a compact leather whip with half a dozen supple strands. Standing beside the bed Steve began to spin it around in a figure eight pattern, letting the tips of the falls graze her nipple. A few strokes there and then on to the other nipple. Connie moaned deeply, torn between pushing her tits up to meet the torture and pulling back to avoid the punishment. Her need started to win out.

“Come over here Andrea. Sit beside her.” Andrea did as she was told. “Finger fuck the slut!” Andrea looked up at Steve for a moment. “Now!” She dropped her hand onto Connie’s cunt and pushed a finger inside of Connie. Connie gasped.

“Come on whore, work the slut,” Steve commanded. Andrea pushed another finger inside of Connie, slipping into her wet cunt very easily. “Do you like that cunt?”

“Oh god, Yes,” Connie moaned.

“Do you want to show Andrea what a whore you are?”

“Oh, please.” She was almost panting, and her eyes were wide with desire. Steve let flogger drop to his side and stared at his wife. He could see control quickly slipping away from her, so he reached out to her, grabbed a nipple between his thumb and fore finger and gave a cruel twist. She let out a small scream, so Steve twisted the nipple again.

“Please, please, please,” she begged.

“Andrea stop. Now step away from her.”

“No,” Connie yelled, “please!”

Steve stepped towards the foot of the bed, leaned over and grabbed Connie’s legs, lifting them, and sliding his hands up to her ankles, spreading her in front of Andrea. “Here, hold her like this.”

Andrea grabbed Connie’s ankles and held them in the air, keeping her exposed.

“See? She loves this, she loves being exposed. She loves letting people look at her wet sloppy box. Don’t you slut.”

Connie shook her head, threw her hands between her legs to cover her twat. Steve grabbed her hand and pulled them out of the way.

“Fuck the whore up the ass!” He looked straight at Andrea. She hesitated, wide eyed.

Connie struggle between them, “No, please, no.”

“Now Andrea. You know the punishment for disobedience.”

Andrea pushed Connie’s legs further back to completely expose her. She placed the tip of the strapon dildo against Connie’s asshole.

Steve said very quietly to Connie, “Do you want it whore? Do you want to be taken like a gutter slut?”

Connie shook her head a couple of times then quietly, “I… I… I…” Then as if making up her mind, “Please Master.”

Steve nodded toward Andrea. Andrea thrust her hips forward forcing Connie to take it all very quickly. Connie screamed as Andrea started a slow pumping motion in Connie’s ass. Steve grabbed Connie’s head and angled his cock into her hungry mouth, fucking her face with great gusto. Watching her drool and slobber over herself as he pumped his prick in and out of her mouth, looking over at Andrea fuck his wife with all the power his power over her could pull from her, Steve felt the pressure building within himself. He would be getting close very soon.

So, he pulled his cock out of Connie’s mouth. She sucked and pulled at the air, trying to get him back in her mouth as he stepped back and pulled Andrea away, and took the plastic cock from Connie’s ass.

“Please, please,” she pleaded, “please, more, please fuck me, use me, please.” She was starting to babble, which meant she was getting closer to the edge. Steve grabbed her by the hair and pulled her from the bed, throwing her on the floor. She crawled over to Steve.

“Please Master, please fuck me.” she reached for his erection, but Steve slapped her hand down. Connie crumpled to the floor. “Sorry Master,” she sobbed.

“You dirty whore, lay on your back. Spread your legs again. Show us what a cunt you are.”

Connie complied; it was all she could let herself do.

“Andrea, get down there, eat her cunt.” Andrea dropped to the floor between Connie’s legs and started to lick furiously, burying her tongue and her face in the wet pussy. Steve knelt beside Connie and looked down at her. Connie lay there, hands flat out at her sides, struggling to maintain control, looking up at her husband, her master. Steve started to stroke his cock and smiled at Connie.

“What do you say whore?”

“Thank you Master”

Steve pointed his cock down at her mouth, groaned, and came, shooting cum all over her face. Standing up he reached down and grabbed Andrea by the hair, pulling her away from Connie’s twat. He guided her over Connie’s face and commanded her to straddle Connie’s mouth. Connie instinctively opened her mouth.

“Andrea, piss.” The stream flowed from between Andrea’s legs, onto Connie’s face, over her chin and into her mouth. Connie licked and sucked at the space above her face, trying to get everything of what ever humiliation was being rained down on her at that moment.

“Ride her tongue, Andrea!” Andrea moved so her pussy met Connie’s tongue, and Connie licked her hard and fast, diving in to take care of a pussy being freely offered to her, trying to make herself useful, a pleasure to Steve, and those around him. Andrea started to quack under the assault of Connie’s tongue. She looked up at Steve, smiling in supplication to him, trying to ask, to beg him, for this chance on Connie’s face.

Steve could not deny her this chance, so he nodded to Andrea. She almost sighed, closed her eyes, grabbed Connie by the hair and started to ride the bitch’s face for all she was worth. She was going to ride this orgasm as far as it would take her, and tonight it would be a very long way.

Watching them interact, watching Andrea finally getting her pleasure from Connie, seeing Connie perform her duties as she always did was starting to excite him again. His cock was responding, hardening. So as Andrea was about to roll off Connie’s face Steve walked up to Andrea, grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock in her mouth. She responded as she had been trained and started to suck.

As Andra sucked Steve looked down at Connie. She lay there, a fucked over mess, one hand between her legs with her fingers moving furiously in her cunt. She wanted to finish herself before getting caught, uncaring about or needing the punishment to come.

“No,” Steve growled at Connie. Her hand stopped moving but stayed there on her pussy. Steve tilted his head at her. She knew what she had to do, and did it, moving her hand back to her side, leaving her aching twat almost gasping for something, anything. Seeing her further frustration pushed Steve closer to his own peak and it did not take Steve long to unload in Andrea’s mouth.

Steve stepped back from Andrea, doing up his pants, “Now my dearest whore, you know you’re not allowed to cum yet. You get nothing until I decide you deserve it.”

Connie groaned deeply, almost ready to cry from the roiling frustration in her belly.

Steve reached down to Andrea and pulled her to her feet and into his embrace. He kissed her deeply, holding her tight to him. His hand found her found firm ass, kneading her flesh as they kissed, tasting each other deeply, letting Connie watch them enjoy a moment of passion that was just for them to enjoy, and just for her to see.

“Get dressed,” he whispered to Andrea.

To Connie he said, “Clean yourself up slut. You are such a whore.” Connie blushed deeply. “And” he continued, “clean up in here. But do not, under any circumstances touch yourself. If you allow yourself an orgasm without my permission, you won’t be allowed any satisfaction for six months. Do you understand?”

Connie nodded to him and squirmed on the floor squeezing her legs together to get some small bit of pleasure from the moment. Andrea giggled at the whore. Connie squirmed more. She tried holding her breath to regain some control, to snatch back a little bit of her composure. She needed to get through this moment, this evening, to please Steve. Then he would reward her. She knew he would. She really knew he would.

Once Andrea had finished dressing, Steve took her by the hand, “Come on luv, I feel like a drink, something dark and strong, something to stoke the senses.” They left Connie there on the floor, struggling to get moving, struggling to cope with the next bout of waiting.