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again.
Now the other man’s moans grew louder from the reaming he was getting with Landry’s cock fucking his ass, echoing her moans.
Aaand it hit her. She cried out, rocking her hips and keeping the vibrator inside her, the clit stimulator hitting her perfectly.
“Such a lovely sound,” Landry said. “Is it not, slave?”
“Yes…Sir…” he gasped.
“Slave, by the way, you may come whenever you like, as long as you do it before I do. Otherwise, you won’t get to come again until I decide.”
Now she felt Cris moving, rocking, thrusting against Landry and her mouth. She wanted to help him, she really did, but she could barely control her own muscles with the vibrator rolling her through another series of orgasms.
Landry chuckled. “Ah, yes. Such sweet moans.” He started smacking Cris’ ass, harder than before, shaking the bench with each stroke until Cris let out a cry before he poured a load of cum down Tilly’s throat.
“Keep sucking, love,” Landry ordered. He put down the paddle and started fucking Cris, hard, keeping him moaning and Tilly moaning and pretty soon, Landry was moaning, too.
When he finally fell still, he reached down and pulled the vibrator from her. “Good job, love.” He switched it off and, after pulling out of Cris, shoved the vibrator into the man’s mouth. “Suck on that until I return. Lick it clean.” Landry freed one of Cris’ hands so he could hold it before he left the room.
Tilly closed her eyes, content, not wanting to move just yet. She did turn her face to the side and kissed the inside of Cris’ left thigh, snuggling her face against his flesh.
Yes, they were an odd trio, indeed.
She didn’t care.
She loved what they had. She was almost at the point where she could admit she was glad life had worked out the way it had, that Cris had gone back to Landry and saved his life, and that Landry had brought Cris back to her.
Almost.
She wouldn’t complain about where they were now, that was for sure.
Landry returned a moment later after cleaning up in the bathroom. He unsnapped Cris’ other limbs and helped him off the bench and onto the floor next to Tilly. Smiling, he put his arms around them both and drew them close, kissing the tops of their heads.
“Where would I be without my two beautiful souls by my side? Do you know how much I utterly love and adore you both?”
Tilly only realized now he was speaking French. At some point, he’d switched over to it during the scene and she hadn’t even noticed, although it shouldn’t have surprised her. He did it all the time.
“Love you, too, Master,” Cris said, kissing him.
Tilly offered him a tired but pleased smile and kissed him. “Love you, too, Master Fussypants,” she said in English.
Landry grinned. “When do I finally outlive that moniker?”
“When I get sick of it.”
Cris snorted. “That would be…never.”
Chapter Ten
Gabe and Bill sat with Mike and Jenny on the lanai, talking. Gabe was dressed as Hello Kitty, while Bill had gone with a Charlotte County sheriff’s office plainclothes detective’s costume, his badge holder hanging from a chain around his neck.
Mostly because he was on-call that night and didn’t want to have to explain a costume if he got called in.
But also partly because he wasn’t much of one for wearing costumes.
He enjoyed sitting and talking with Mike and Jenny. They didn’t get to see them as often as he wished they did. While not exactly the same, the other couple’s BDSM path was very similar to his and Gabe’s, a gentler, less sadistic dynamic than some of their friends.
As Mike grew more comfortable with his role as Dominant to Jenny, he was finding the things he liked to do, setting his own course instead of following what he thought he was supposed to do. He enjoyed bondage and forced orgasm scenes with Jenny. In fact, right now Jenny was dressed in nothing but an orange and black rope chest harness.
The perfect Halloween
Now the other man’s moans grew louder from the reaming he was getting with Landry’s cock fucking his ass, echoing her moans.
Aaand it hit her. She cried out, rocking her hips and keeping the vibrator inside her, the clit stimulator hitting her perfectly.
“Such a lovely sound,” Landry said. “Is it not, slave?”
“Yes…Sir…” he gasped.
“Slave, by the way, you may come whenever you like, as long as you do it before I do. Otherwise, you won’t get to come again until I decide.”
Now she felt Cris moving, rocking, thrusting against Landry and her mouth. She wanted to help him, she really did, but she could barely control her own muscles with the vibrator rolling her through another series of orgasms.
Landry chuckled. “Ah, yes. Such sweet moans.” He started smacking Cris’ ass, harder than before, shaking the bench with each stroke until Cris let out a cry before he poured a load of cum down Tilly’s throat.
“Keep sucking, love,” Landry ordered. He put down the paddle and started fucking Cris, hard, keeping him moaning and Tilly moaning and pretty soon, Landry was moaning, too.
When he finally fell still, he reached down and pulled the vibrator from her. “Good job, love.” He switched it off and, after pulling out of Cris, shoved the vibrator into the man’s mouth. “Suck on that until I return. Lick it clean.” Landry freed one of Cris’ hands so he could hold it before he left the room.
Tilly closed her eyes, content, not wanting to move just yet. She did turn her face to the side and kissed the inside of Cris’ left thigh, snuggling her face against his flesh.
Yes, they were an odd trio, indeed.
She didn’t care.
She loved what they had. She was almost at the point where she could admit she was glad life had worked out the way it had, that Cris had gone back to Landry and saved his life, and that Landry had brought Cris back to her.
Almost.
She wouldn’t complain about where they were now, that was for sure.
Landry returned a moment later after cleaning up in the bathroom. He unsnapped Cris’ other limbs and helped him off the bench and onto the floor next to Tilly. Smiling, he put his arms around them both and drew them close, kissing the tops of their heads.
“Where would I be without my two beautiful souls by my side? Do you know how much I utterly love and adore you both?”
Tilly only realized now he was speaking French. At some point, he’d switched over to it during the scene and she hadn’t even noticed, although it shouldn’t have surprised her. He did it all the time.
“Love you, too, Master,” Cris said, kissing him.
Tilly offered him a tired but pleased smile and kissed him. “Love you, too, Master Fussypants,” she said in English.
Landry grinned. “When do I finally outlive that moniker?”
“When I get sick of it.”
Cris snorted. “That would be…never.”
Chapter Ten
Gabe and Bill sat with Mike and Jenny on the lanai, talking. Gabe was dressed as Hello Kitty, while Bill had gone with a Charlotte County sheriff’s office plainclothes detective’s costume, his badge holder hanging from a chain around his neck.
Mostly because he was on-call that night and didn’t want to have to explain a costume if he got called in.
But also partly because he wasn’t much of one for wearing costumes.
He enjoyed sitting and talking with Mike and Jenny. They didn’t get to see them as often as he wished they did. While not exactly the same, the other couple’s BDSM path was very similar to his and Gabe’s, a gentler, less sadistic dynamic than some of their friends.
As Mike grew more comfortable with his role as Dominant to Jenny, he was finding the things he liked to do, setting his own course instead of following what he thought he was supposed to do. He enjoyed bondage and forced orgasm scenes with Jenny. In fact, right now Jenny was dressed in nothing but an orange and black rope chest harness.
The perfect Halloween
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