Carla had phoned early to tell Erin to meet her for brunch to talk about her progress. After the two previous days, Erin felt a degree of relief since she could not imagine what they might have planned for her next. The booth Carla had indicated was in the rear corner of the near empty restaurant, and the seat curved back around the table. It was secluded, and Erin was happy for the privacy because of what they would be talking about.
She sat sipping a cup of coffee as she waited, and she remembered all that she had done with Carla the day before. She found herself blushing, and wondered if she could look the woman in the eye.
"Move over," Jack said, and she looked up with surprise as he slipped into the booth.
Confused, she nonetheless followed his instructions and moved around until they were both seated at the back of the booth.
"Take my cock out," he said as he picked up a menu.
"H-here?" she asked with surprise, and she saw her waitress begin to move back toward them.
"Now," he said, and he turned his eyes to her.
A shiver of fear went through her, and she quickly dropped her hands into his lap to unzip his pants. The fear was not of physical pain, but of displeasing him. The sound of the zipper opening sounded very loud to her. The waitress was only two booths from them. Erin tugged his hardening cock free of his pants, and the huge column jutted up.
"Hold it with your hand," he said, and she curled her hand around the hot thickness.
The waitress came to a stop before them, and smiled.
"Yes, I'd like some eggs, orange juice, and coffee," he said pleasantly, and Erin realized that his prod and her hand were blocked from the woman's view by the table top.
The woman nodded and moved away. Her hand was gripping him very tightly, and her heart was pounding.
"Get down on all fours under the table," he said, and she started to protest, but then remembered the coldness that had been in his eyes when she had questioned him before.
Trembling with nervousness, she glanced toward the rest of the restaurant, and saw that she would not be in anyone's line of vision.
She slipped off the seat and onto her knees. She leaned to the side and moved her head and body beneath the table so that she could place her hands on the floor. He shifted behind her, and she felt him flip the skirt of her dress up over her back. Her legs, hips, and her panties were bared.
He placed his feet between her calves and pushed them to have her angle them out from her knees. He reached under the table and grasped her hips as he pressed his feet back against the front of the seat. He slid forward so that his hips were against the edge of the seat. and he pulled her hips back toward his en gorged tool. She felt afraid of being discovered-and excited.
His fingers curled between her hips and her panties, and she started as he suddenly tore the garment open. She wondered if it had sounded as loud as she thought it had. He pulled her closer, and she angled her feet out farther. He lifted her slightly, and she inhaled sharply as his knob pressed between her legs and into her cunt. Her hands clutched at the floor as he slid his length up into her quaking underbelly, and she found herself happily greeting his return by tightening around him.
Realizing that the position did not make it possible for him to move too much, she began to lean forward on her hands and knees, and then to lean back so that she slid down his shaft, and then back up it. His prod pressed up against her as she slid, up and down it, and she began tightening and loosening herself around him. She wished that she could see his face so that she would know if he was pleased or not. She felt hot, and her hair spilled around her face as she moved her body faster.
Her cunt was palpitating, and her clit throbbed deeply.
Her lips parted, she squinted as an orgasm began to flower within her depths, and then she blinked her eyes open. The waitress's feet and legs came to a halt just in front of her. He shifted back an inch, and she bit at her lower lip. She knew that the woman could not see her because of the table, but she realized just how public her fucking of Jack's pole was. She wondered if the woman could smell her flowing juices.
"Has the lady left?" the waitress asked.
"No, she'll be back," he said as he shifted his hips gently from side to side.
"Would she like some more coffee?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you," he replied, and Erin watched the legs turn and move away out of her line of vision.
He pressed his loins against her again and thrust back high into her roiling depths. Her face turned from side to side, and her hair whipped like flames. His tool pistoned back and forth beneath the aching longing of her clit, and she gasped for breath. She wanted to cry out her passion. As if through gauze, she heard sounds, and forced her head to lift so that she could look. The waitress had returned, and his hips again moved back.
"Here's the coffee and your food, sir," the woman said.
Erin's snatch clutched desperately at his knob, and his upper shaft.
"Ah, very good," he replied. "Say, I hope business isn't always this slow."
Erin pushed her straightened arms down against the floor and lifted her knees from it so that she could shove her yearning nook back onto his huge cock.
"Oh no, it'll start picking up again soon," the waitress said. "Will there be anything else?"
"Yes. I think the lady joining us would like to order, wouldn't you, Carla?"
Erin's eyes opened, and she saw Carla's shapely legs move past the waitress's, and around behind the table. She sat down, and Erin could see up her short crepe skirt to where the full mound of her cunt nestled with its ebony plume. She twisted her own cunt around Jack's cock, mindless of the waitress now, and she did not hear Carla's order.
"And how are we doing?" Carla asked as the waitress departed.
"Um, the service isn't bad," he chuckled, and nodded down toward Erin's squirming ass.
"Say, she looks familiar," Carla mused. "Oh, of course, it's… oh, what did we call that ass and cunt?"
"Now, let's not forget the mouth, hands, and tits," he said as he twisted his prod from side to side in Erin's drenched nook.
"Yes, you're right. That red bush around that pink pussy… Erin. Yes, it's Erin, isn't it?" she chuckled. "Is it on the menu?"
"Certainly. Want some?" he asked, and Erin squeezed her eyes shut.
"It is on the menu," Carla laughed as she looked at it. "Tongue."
He gripped Erin's hips and moved over a little as he turned her toward Carla. Her eyes damp, Erin saw Carla's graceful hands slide her skirt up almost to the tops of her legs. She shifted and craned her neck upward so that she could press her face between the statuesque thighs.
The skirt brushed against the top of her head, but there was still enough light to see Carla's cunny, and she could just detect the rich fragrance of it. She pressed her mouth to the soft black featherings, and her tongue opened the plump envelope of Carla's sex.
As she twisted her cunt back around his thrusting cock, Erin burrowed her lower face into Carla's mound. The woman's juices bathed her chin, cheeks, and nose as she licked up into the hot softness. She found she could at least murmur now. Her hands caressed Carla's shapely calves.
"Ah, the waitress with your food," Jack said, and Carla's hand pressed Erin's head back down beneath the concealment of the table.
The air was cool against her damp face, and Erin tried to catch her breath quietly as she felt his cock pull hack a bit. Carla extended her leg, and her arched foot pressed up against Erin's face. Erin stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment, and then began to kiss and lick it.
Carla turned the foot from side to side, and Erin removed her shoe so that she could attend it all, and suck the long toes.
The waitress left, and Erin heard the sounds of them eating as she sucked and licked Carla's toes. Then, he shifted behind her, and he raised one of his legs up onto the seat along with one of hers. He moved her thigh over his hip and along his side, and she curled her calf behind him. Their outside legs were off the edge, and their feet were on the floor. She felt his one calf against her stomach, his thigh between her and the back of the seat.
With a lift of her foot, Carla indicated that Erin should stop, and raise her head and torso also. Because of the curve of the booth seat, both he and Carla were able to lean back as they turned toward one another with Erin between. Carla curled her inside leg upon the seat and drew Erin up over it to return her face to her cunt. Erin felt the woman's calf against her swollen tits, and she again began to eat her.
Erin's hands caressed Carla's thighs and hips, and Carla dropped her skirt back over Erin's head.
Rocking back and forth off his ass, Jack continued jabbing his thick length in Erin's suckling cleave. He left her skirt up around her waist, and they watched her ass tightening and loosening as it moved back and forth.
"Poor dear does seem to be hungry," Carla said with mock concern as Erin's mouth continued to nuzzle in her. "Perhaps… a little butter," she smiled, and Erin blinked as a butter knife pressed a patty of butter between her ass cheeks. "And maybe some sausages," Carla said as she put the knife down.
The woman's stomach pressed against the top of Erin's head as she leaned forward. Erin gasped within the sweltering cove of her cunt as she felt Carla press a sausage into her anus.
"I think I'm going to leave a tip," he said shortly, and Erin felt him tense beneath her.
Erin's mouth pulled wide within Carla's furrow as she felt his massive tool buck and jab within her. Carla's taste saturated her mouth, and her scent filled her lungs as her brother's hot come jetted up into her. Erin muffled her groan of ecstasy within Carla's sex. Carla's calf tensed beneath Erin's tits, and twisted up against them. Her loins thrust against Erin's face as her thighs gripped Erin's head, and her calf pushed downward. His cock began to spurt out the last of his juices, and Erin felt Carla's foot move under her belly to her cunt.
The toes, damp with her own saliva, curled against her clit just above his twitching rod. Erin came again as the sister's toes and the brother's cock swirled in her churning gash. Carla stiffened as Erin's mouth writhed against her clit, and she was coming too.
The three became still as they sought to catch their breaths. After a minute, they shifted around, and they let Erin sit up. Between them, she glanced down to see his reddened cock gleaming with her juices, to see her uncovered cunt overflowing with his come and hers, and to see Carla's slit shimmering with her saliva and the woman's juices. Still breathless, Erin brushed her hair back from her flushed face. She lifted a napkin, and dabbed her face dry of Carla's spendings.
Carla lifted her coffee cup, took a sip, and then looked over toward his lap. Erin leaned back as Carla stretched over, her hand guiding the cup between his legs. Erin and Jack both watched as Carla lifted his now soft prick to dunk it in the luke-warm coffee, and then stirred the coffee with it.
"Always like half-and-half cream with my coffee," Carla smiled at Jack, and he laughed, and Erin found herself smiling.
"Did you use up all the butter?" he asked Carla as he picked up a long roll.
"There's plenty available," Carla said, and he looked down at Erin's bared cunny.
She watched as he pressed the roll between her lips, and then turned it within her wet box. Her breath caught at the movement. He lifted the roll, and she watched through lidded eyes as he tasted it. She felt a sudden exaltation that he should be tasting her spendings.
"Here," Carla said as she lifted another roll, and they watched her turn it within her own furrow. "Try the taste comparison test," she said as she held the roll out to him.
Erin watched him take a bite of the roll, consider the taste, and then take another bite from the one with her nectar on it.
"Gosh, I can't be sure," he said, mimicking someone on a TV ad.
"Good hard rolls," Carla said as she lifted a third one. "Great for sopping up gravy," she remarked, and she pressed it into Erin's slit.
Erin's hands gripped the seat, and her legs spread wider as Carla worked the roll up into her. They continued talking, and as her head began to clear a little, Erin became aware that they had not been talking to her, or looking at her. They seemed only to be aware of her cunt. She wondered if Carla had not been joking, but actually saw her only as a cunt, an ass, a mouth, hands, and tits. While she felt hurt, she also felt excited by the thought. She loved Ben, and he loved her, and their sex life was becoming good. She wondered if affection from Jack and Carla might not be actually distasteful. She did not understand why, but she was enjoying what was happening. Again, the thoughts were becoming too confusing, and she concentrated on the hard roll she held in her cunt.
The waitress came back to see if they wanted anything else before she totaled their check. Erin wondered what she would think if she could see their bared loins beneath the table and when she found her torn panties on the Door beneath the table. The waitress moved away.
"Clean my cock, and wipe off the seat," Jack said as he took out his money, and Erin leaded over to suck their juices from his prod.
She wiped the seat between their legs and hers, returned his cock reluctantly to his pants, and zipped him up. He put the tip on the table, and he and Carla moved to leave at each end of the booth's curved seat. Erin stared at them for a moment as they walked away, and then she quickly got up to follow.
Back at her apartment, Erin looked at Carla's big handbag, and wondered what it held today. Remembering the cuffs and straps, she moistened her lips.
"The dildo," he said, and held out his hand.
Erin opened a closet, and moved a chair before it to stand on, and she took down a long box. Opening it, she carried it to him, and he smiled as he saw the doubled copy of his tool lying on pink silk.
"Like it was in your cunt, ay?'' he smiled.
"Y-yes," she nodded with a shy smile.
"Did you obey yesterday afternoon?" he asked, and she nodded. "Well enough to shove it up your asshole?"
"Yes," she admitted, and then she blinked as she saw Carla taking the movie camera out of her purse.
"Strip," he said abruptly as he took the box from her hands.
She looked from him to the camera, suddenly uncertain, and he grabbed the front of her dress in both hands. He jerked downward, and she let out a startled cry as he ripped the garment from her. His hands moved again, and the last shreds were torn from her. She stood wide-eyed before him, and her bra and shoes were all she wore. His fingers curled around the bra between her tits, and he yanked. She staggered as the thin fabric tore, and almost fell off her heels. She balanced herself.
Her heart was pounding.
"I didn't ask if you would like to. That's understood," he said as he tossed the remnants of the bra aside, and Erin was unaware that Carla had been filming them. "Bend over," he said, and she quickly did it.
Her ass thrust up and back, and he moved around behind her. "Okay, work the sausage out with your muscles," he said.
She started to protest that she could not, but then she remembered how she had moved the dildo Carla had thrust up her ass. She concentrated on tightening and loosening the muscles outward, and she felt the sausage begin to shift.
"Good," he nodded when she had finished, and she felt pleasure over having pleased him. "Now, grab your ankles," he said, and Carla handed him something from her bag.
He went to one knee beside her, and Erin saw that he held four black leather cuffs that were connected by a small X of silver links. He fastened the cuffs around her wrists, and had her release her ankles so that the other two could be fastened around them. He stood up, and she realized that now she could not straighten up. She felt a surge of panic, and became aware of how vulnerable her ass was. She felt unsteady balanced on her high heels.
Jack moved out of her range of vision, and Carla walked slowly around her to film her. She heard sounds from behind her, and then he was taking hold of her hips. He pulled back, and her weight broke the heels off her shoes, but she did not fall. He slid her several feet back, and then put her down on her back. Her arms were stretched up toward her legs where the cuffs held her wrists and ankles together.
She saw a rope dangling from the ceiling, and saw that a heavy-duty hook was screwed into one of the ceiling beams. She could not remember if it had been there before, and wondered if they had somehow gained entry when she was not there, or when she was not aware of it. He attached one end of the rope to the X of links, and then began to pull in the slack with the other end. The rope went taut between his hands and the hook, and then between it and her cuffs. Carla continued filming as Erin began to lift off the floor.
The attachment of the rope to the cuffs was such that her back remained fairly close to parallel with the floor, and her thighs angled toward her head. Her hair hung down from her head, and it too lifted from the floor. Erin felt frightened. The cuffs pulled at her ankles and wrists, but did not truly hurt. It was the total helplessness of her situation.
Carla put down the camera and took the rope beneath his hands to tie it securely around one of the heavy couch's legs.
He let go of the rope, and Erin gasped as she dropped an inch. Her head hanging back, she saw them' upside down. He moved around her and took note of how her wrists being bound together forced her arms in against the outsides of her wide-based tits, and pushed them together. Her shapely legs were accented, and her rusty bush showed between their tops and above her opened ass. He casually slapped one buttock, and she swung to the side, and then back and forth before she gradually came to rest.
Erin saw Carla remove her skirt, and the woman walked toward her. Her dark plumed cunt was level with Erin's mouth, and Erin parted her lips.
"Anxious, isn't she?" Carla said. "Didn't get enough to eat at the restaurant, huh, poor little thing?" she said mockingly, and she gripped Erin's shoulders to suddenly thrust her to one side.
The rope twisted, and Erin spun around toward Jack, and she saw that he was now naked. Her face moved toward his semi-erect cock.
"No, you have her mouth first," he said, and his hands pushed against Erin's shoulders to keep her spinning in the same direction.
"I like this version of spin-the-bottle, don't you?" Carla said as she kept Erin going.
"Sure, you get a mouth one way, and a cunt and ass the other," he smiled, "and so nobody loses."
Erin was growing dizzy as they continued spinning her, and she closed her eyes. The rope creaked with the tension. She saw the room blurred by her speed, and saw Carla's cunt and his cock blurring together. She moved back around toward him, but he did not touch her shoulders. She swung past him and slowed. Slowly at first, she began to move back the other way, and then she was spinning faster and faster. She closed her eyes. The rope continued untwisting, and her momentum caused it to start twisting in the opposite direction.
His hands closed around her hips. Her mind was spinning still with vertigo. His cock thrust up into her ass, and Carla's cunt pressed against her mouth. Her head reeling, she licked up into Carla's slit as she clutched her rectum around his hard prod. They let go, and she spun around again. Stepping up onto a stool, Carla rubbed her cunt against the base of Erin's, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. She rubbed her burning slit against the woman's, and sucked hard at his big bone.
They released her to spin again, and he was suddenly rubbing the underside of his shaft in her furrow as Carla pressed her fanny to her face.
Around and around, back and forth Erin moved. All thoughts were lost in the spinning, and she ceased being able to differentiate between cock and dildo, or cunt and ass, and between her own mouth, cunt and ass.
She was in a carnal whirlpool, and did not resist. Orgasms erupted within the merry-go-round of her body. Come smeared and splashed against her face, against and within her ass and cunt, and in her mouth.
She was unaware of when she stopped spinning since her mind and senses remained blurred for long minutes afterward. When her head cleared, she saw Jack and Carla looking refreshed. He nodded to Carla, and she unfastened the cuffs from Erin's ankles.
Erin's legs dropped, and her feet touched the floor. She was glad for the wrist cuffs and the support of the rope, because her legs would not support her weight. The wrist cuffs jerked up, and Erin looked around to see Jack pulling on the rope to raise her up higher. Her heels lifted from the carpet, and then the balls of her feet, and her toes were just grazing it.
Her arms were drawn tight and pressed against the sides of her face.
The contours of her arms and shoulders were accented, and her pectorals stood out in relief, and raised her breasts high. Her belly was tightened, and the shallows to either side were deepened, as were the dimples at the base of her back. Her long legs hung apart, and the tendons at the insides of her rounded thighs were accented. Her face damp with perspiration, strands of her hair clung to her face, and her shoulders.
Carla held the rope taut, and he retied it around the couch leg. Erin's pink tongue broke the seal of her lips, and moistened them. The rope groaned against the hook. They moved behind her, and she pushed her head back so that she could turn her eyes in their direction. They moved past her, and he turned to face her when he was three feet past.
Carla stood right before her. Erin looked into her face and wondered what they were going to do now. A hint of a smile played on Carla's lips.
"I'm hungry," Carla said, and her fingers slid into the damp curlings of Erin's muff.
Erin's eyes closed, and her brow furrowed as the backs of the woman's fingers pressed in to one side of her nook, and the back of her thumb against the other. She had forgotten about the roll. Carla got hold of it, and began sliding it out. It was no longer hard, but was not softened enough to break up. She groaned as it came free. She raised her eyelids slightly, and saw Carla touching the roll to her mouth. Her juices coated it. She felt excitement as Carla took a sucking bite, and her eyes focused on the movements of her lips as she chewed.
"Good gravy," Carla said as she looked to Jack, "but it could use some wine with it. Jack?" she asked, holding it toward him.
"Let her have part of it," he said, and his eyes held Erin's.
Erin widened her mouth, and Carla pressed most of the roll in between her front teeth before moving toward the kitchen. Erin continued to stare back into his eyes. The roll softened under her teeth, and she pulled it further in as she sucked her heady secretions from it. She heard the wine bottle being taken from the refrigerator.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he moved closer.
She nodded, and swallowed quickly. She wished that she could speak, and chewed faster at the roll.
"Then do it," he said, and she looked down at the huge prod thrusting out toward her.
She curled her toes back against the front pad of her left foot to take hold of the carpet, and stretched out her right foot as far as she could to do the same, and then moved her left foot forward. She swallowed more of the roll, which still held her lips apart. Her body was arched forward as she pulled at the rope, and gripped at the carpet. The rusty triangle of her bush moved closer to his bulbous knob. She could not get any closer, and frustration and desperation raged within her. She gave a whimpering sound around the bread soaked with her cunt's juices. Her damp eyes implored him to move closer.
"Do you want my cock in you, or not, cunt?" he asked softly. She looked around as she swallowed, and then up toward the cuffs as she searched for some way to get to him. Her toes lost their hold on the carpet, and she swung back away from him. Her eyes widened as the gap between his tool and her yearning increased. Her toes pulled across the carpet until she was on their tips. Her expression changed, and she shoved her toes back against the carpet to cause her to swing back toward him. She moved closer this time, and she pushed herself away.
With each swing she gained momentum, and her toes began to lift off the floor. Sipping a glass of wine, Carla moved to his side as she watched Erin's frantic attempt. She raised the glass to his lips, and he took a drink without removing his eyes from Erin's. Erin stretched her legs forward as she swung toward him, and her feet moved past the outsides of his knees. On the next swing, her lower calves moved past his thighs. Then, her body curving, she swung her legs past his hips, and her calves turned to catch behind him at the small of his back. She thrust her cunny against the hard column of his sex, and slid onto it with a moan as her ankles crossed behind him.
With a smile, he pressed his mouth to Erin's and began to suck the remainder of the roll from her mouth so that he could taste the juices his prod was swimming in. He began to walk back beneath the hook, and Erin moaned as his cock thrust and bobbed and the pull of the rope lessened. Her heels rubbed just above his buttocks, and she thrust her hips out and back to slide up and down his shaft. He raised his hands to her breasts and felt how tightly they were pulled up. Her tongue licked at his, and he pressed his hands against her thighs. She released her hold and again hung before him.
He thrust high into her and moved back a bit as her cunt tightened. He pulled back, and she gasped as his thick length pulled through her grasp. He thrust, and she swung back and off him. Her mouth opened with panic, but before she could form a word, her anus was pressing back against something.
Carla again had the double-length dildo on, one half in her cunt, and Erin felt it move into her rectum. Carla thrust, and Erin swung toward Jack's cock. Her cleave gripped around it, and he moved back with her before thrusting her loose to swing back onto Carla's prod.
She swung back and forth between them, his cock up her snatch one moment, and then the phallus up her ass the next. Back and forth she swung until she was not even willing herself to move at all, the momentum and their thrusts controlling her. She came again and again until she heard Carla gasping, and felt his prick spasming.
Erin continued to swing back and forth even after they moved, and eventually she came to a halt. She hung limply, her chin against the top of her chest. She did not care, but she wondered what tune it was, and if it was still the same day.
Ben had kept wondering what would happen during his session today with Carla, and his arousal had continued through the day. Each time he saw Amy he remembered her fanny and cunt pressing back against her panties as her skirt hiked up. He debated with himself, and finally his arousal was such that he called her into his office.
"Would you get the Yokum file for me, Amy?" he asked, and she nodded with her cheerful, girlish smile.
She moved to the file, and opened the bottom drawer. She had not forgotten doing this two days before, and she had hoped it would happen again. The skirt that he watched pull up from the backs of her thighs was shorter than the previous one. His breathing deepened as he watched the hem approach the juncture of her thighs, and he wondered what color her panties were today. He blinked. She had been prepared, and thus there were no panties beneath the skirt.
She smiled to herself as she leaned farther forward from her knees. The full domes of her ass cheeks were tightened by her posture, and their deep cleavage widened. Golden down showed there, and his eyes followed it down to the plump mound of her cunny, which was frothed in downy curls the color of honey. His cock throbbed deeply. She leaned further forward, and she let her knees slide farther apart. Her slit opened, and he could see the wet pinkness inside.
"I can't seem to find it," she said softly, and turned herself over with the skirt still up, and her thighs open. "Would you like to look?" she asked with a seductive smile.
His phone began to ring, but he continued staring at her full mound and the bright dampness of her opened furrow and the undercurves of her rounded ass cheeks. He blinked, and looked over at the phone that had finally broken his trance. He tried to ignore it as he looked back at the girl, but finally lifted the receiver just so that he could stop its ringing.
"Ben?" he heard Carla's voice ask. "Come early for your appointment," she told him.
"Wh-what?" he stammered. "When?"
"Now," she said with finality, "or we'll wait till next week. Say you're sick if you have to, but leave now," she finished, and the line went dead.
He looked from the receiver to Amy's juicy cleave, and felt torn. He told himself that he was being foolish if he left Amy like this, but she would be there tomorrow, and he had been able to brush off her passes before. Maybe it was just that Carla was more experienced, he thought, but Amy clearly wanted to give him pleasure while Carla had become more and more dominant. Still, from the sound of her voice, this might be his last time with her if he did not go, and his last chance to ball her. He stood up.
"Amy," he said as he moved around the desk, "there's, uh, been an emergency, and I've got to leave." He went to one knee beside the startled-looking girl. "But," he began, and pressed her hand to the crotch of his slacks so that she could feel how hard she had made him,
"tomorrow… Sorry," he added, and gave her hand a squeeze as he reluctantly stood to leave.
The door closed behind him, and Amy wondered if there had really been an emergency. Even if it was true, she thought, he would have time to again get cold feet, and she would probably find herself working in another office the next morning. She looked mournfully down at her cunny.
"Guess it's just you 'n' me again," she sighed, and began to finger herself.
The bedroom door being closed while Carla used the phone, Erin had no idea that she had called Ben. Carla returned to the living room, and saw Erin lifting her head. The rope creaked as Erin shifted.
"Clean her up, will you, Carla?" he asked, and she nodded with a smile.
Erin watched Carla as the woman knelt before her, and she realized what she was going to do. She wanted to protest. It did not seem right for Carla to tongue bathe her, but something she should do for Carla. She did not even consider that it was his sister licking his thick come from her loins and thighs, and then from her slit.
"Make no sounds," he said, and Erin glanced toward him.
He sat relaxed in a heavily padded chair and took a swallow of his wine. He was not looking at them, and Erin saw his prod resting atop one of his thighs. Carla's tongue snaked up into her, and she started to groan with pleasure, but suddenly remembered his order. She pressed her teeth together. Carla's lips shifted and nuzzled against her cunt lips, and she fought back a moan. The woman's tongue flicked at her clit and swirled around the burning pearl. Her hands bunched into fists above the bracelets as she strained to obey. Carla's hands caressed the outsides of her thighs, and her breasts brushed against the fronts.
Erin's eyes were squinted shut. Carla scooped her tongue deep within Erin as she searched out his spendings, and the bridge of her nose flicked back and forth against her clit. Losing control, Erin murmured with pleasure.
"Take her down, Carla," he said, and Erin's eyes opened wide as she realized what she had done.
Carla stood, and moved past her. Erin wanted to plead with him, but she feared angering him. Carla pulled the end of the rope loose of the couch leg, and it whipped through the hook as Erin's weight pulled. She almost cried out with surprise as she dropped to the floor, and the rope dropped down atop her.
"What happens when one disobeys?" he asked offhandedly.
"They-they're punished?" Erin asked in a quavering voice, and Carla gripped the rope just above the links of the cuffs to pull her toward him.
On her knees, Erin moved to keep from being pulled off them, and she was brought to the sides of his thighs. Carla jerked on the rope, and Erin pushed herself up to lie across Jack's lap. Standing a few feet away, Carla held the rope taut between her hands and Erin's cuffs.
Braced, Erin waited, but nothing happened. Then she gasped as the humid base of his wine glass glided damply over her raised ass.
He set his glass aside, and his palm came down sharply against her ass cheeks. Her breath caught, but she did not make a sound. His hand dropped again, and a stinging went through her tush. She felt his erect cock pressing up against her abdomen. His hand rose and fell, and the rounded cushions quivered beneath it. Her arms held straight out from his side by Carla, Erin pressed her lips tightly together. She could not escape the spanking, and so she surrendered to the heat and the vibrations it sent through her. The smack of his hand against her flesh seemed very loud.
"She's all wet again," he said to Carla.
"Maybe she wants to be anchored down, while she's punished on your cock," Carla said, and Erin's heart beat faster. "Maybe she wants to feel you jabbing up into her cunt as you slap down against her ass,"
Carla offered. "And isn't it glowing a nice pink now?"
"No," he said, and pushed Erin forward off his legs.
She fell to the carpet with a shocked expression, and looked up at him.
She wondered what she had done to displease him. She rose up onto her hands and knees, and did not notice that Carla was moving around behind her, or that the rope was now hanging beneath her.
"I know what she wants," he said as he stood up, and he moved around in front of Erin. "You want my come, don't you?"
"N-no," Erin stammered as she looked up at him, and did not know why she was denying the truth.
"Admit it," he said as she stared up at his huge erection.
"I…" she faltered, and Carla pulled the rope tight, which drew it up at an angle from her cuffed wrists and into her slit.
"Say it," he told her as he took a step back.
"Yes," she gasped as she strained to follow him, which caused the rope to pull fully into her furrow, since Carla stood between her calves. and held the rope almost straight up from the undercurve of her body.
"The words-say them," he demanded as he took another step back.
"I-I want it," she gasped as she strained her neck toward his prod, and as the rope pulled in the wetness of her cleave, and against her pulsing clit.
"What? What do you want?" he asked as she strained to lift her mouth to his cock.
"Y-your cock," she answered, and her hands pushed against the floor as her knees and feet shoved against it.
"Where?" he asked as her mouth moved closer.
"In my-in my cunt. I want your cock in my cunt," she blurted out as her snatch throbbed against the rope.
"Where else?" he asked as Carla let her move forward by fractions of an inch.
"My ass. My mouth-anywhere you want to put it," she assured him, and he could feel her breath against his knob.
"But its my come you want now, isn't it?" he taunted as her lips quivered toward his tool.
"Yes," she sobbed as her clit flared against the damp rope.
"My come?" he asked, and reached out over Erin's head for the rope, which Carla handed to him.
"Yes," she gasped as he pulled the rope taut in the cleavage of her ass.
"Where?" he asked as her lips just brushed against his cock's head.
"Anywhere-my cunt, my ass, my mouth," she promised, and her lips brushed against the velvet soft bulb.
"Your face?" he asked as he eased back just enough to keep her from getting any closer.
"Yes," she groaned.
"Your tits?"
"Yes."
"You want to be showered with it? To be bathed in it?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, yes," she beseeched, and was not aware that they had been moving in a circle.
"Which first?" he asked, and tossed the rope back to Carla.
"In my mouth. I want to have you come in my mouth, and be able to swallow it," she said, and was oblivious to Carla's climbing up to run the rope back through the hook in the ceiling.
"Didn't I let you have me come in your mouth before?" he asked, and caught the end of the rope as Carla dropped it toward him.
"But-but I didn't get to swallow it," Erin quickly reminded him in an apologetic voice, and did not bother to wonder why Carla was putting a leather belt around her waist.
"So, it's really a matter of you wanting to drink my come," he suggested, and handed the rope back to Carla so that she could string it through a silver ring on the back of the belt, and tie it.
"Yes," Erin said, and was willing to be grateful for that alone. "Yes," she repeated, and tried to rise up onto her knees only to find that the pull of the rope held her bound wrists in place.
"Then I think Carla's the one you should be asking," he said, and stepped aside.
To loosen the pressure of the rope against her slit and her anal cleavage, Erin found that she would have to move her hands back, which meant lowering her head and torso. Tensing herself, she shoved up from the waist, and the underarch of her body shoved against the rope, which caused it to pull her hands back toward her thighs. Her back was against the rope, and she could only move her hands out a foot-and-a half from her cunt, but her head was now high enough to give him head.
"C-Carla, can I drink his come?" she heard herself asking "Of course, my dear," Carla said sweetly, and came around in front of Erin. "Here you are," she said as she held out a wine glass that held a load of come, "Oh, don't worry about where it's been," Carla chuckled as Erin looked at it in confusion, "but… it was your cunt it was in.
You just weren't watching me after you cried out," she explained.
"You don't want to drink my come?" he asked.
"No, It's not that, but-" and she cut off as she realized that there was nothing she could say.
Erin pressed her lips to the rim of the glass, and Carla tilted it so that the thick fluid could slowly flow down into Erin's mouth. Erin's cunt rubbed against the rope as she savored his flavor, and finally stretched her tongue out to lick the inside of the glass clean of his spend.
"And what do you say?" Carla chided.
"Th-thank you, Carla Thank you, Jack," Erin said.
"If you're a very good girl for the rest of the afternoon," Jack said,
"I'll put my cock in your mouth, and let you drink my spunk from it."
"Oh, I will be good," she promised.
When he had arrived at the offices, Ben had found them locked, but a note had directed him to get the key from the lobby guard and to wait in Carla's office. As the minutes ticked away, he fantasized about what Carla might have planned, but finally he began to wonder if he should not have stayed with the nubile Amy. His mind moving back and forth between Carla and Amy, he remained aroused, and he did not seriously consider departing.
He heard the outer office's door open and close. There was the murmur of voices, another door opening and closing, and then Carla's office door opened. She walked straight toward him and motioned for him to remain seated. He looked up at her.
"Put your hand up under my skirt and into my cunt," she told him, and his hand lifted to move under the soft fabric and toward the heat of her mound. "Slide your fingers inside," she instructed, and he inhaled deeply as he felt her moistness. "Now, wait here," she said, and turned back toward the door, which caused his fingers to come free of her. "If you become bored you can lick and sniff my taste from your fingers, or you can even use my juices as a lubricant if you want to jerk off."
She went out, and closed the door behind her. He was speechless. It seemed that he should feel insulted, but he did not. Her blatant carnality and her no-nonsense air of command had left him even more aroused. He wondered what she would have him do when she returned.