Taboo

Keywords: the, Ch., Mick, 29, Dick,

I was starting to feel like a class-A slut.

But I just couldn't bring myself to care.

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I took what must have been a world-record speed shower and threw on my clothes. I saved out my favorites for that afternoon. I figured it didn't matter what I wore to meet Lori and Della. I doubted I'd be wearing them very long.

I went into the hallway and made my way to Della's room. No one else seemed to be up yet, so everything was eerily quiet. I knocked on her door and she answered it. I slipped inside and looked around.

Will must have already gotten ready for Tyrone, because there were all kinds of things scattered around the room. The smaller toys were on the table and the restraints hung from the four posts. It made me partly uncomfortable, but partly excited. Other than Al and Lawrence, I'd never tried anything along the BDSM lines, and I'd always been curious. But that didn't stop me from being thankful Patrick wasn't my client.

Lori and Della had changed their clothes, too. They were each wearing braless teddies with built in garters and stockings, and no panties. They looked hot as hell, and I realized I was already dripping wet.

"Take off your clothes," Lori said, coming closer to me. I started undressing, watching them kiss and fondle each other. Once I was naked, they looked at me, their eyes hungry.

"Why don't you get on the bed," Della said, sounding like there was no room for argument.

I got on that mammoth bed, and they got on either side of me, turning me into a virtual sandwich. Lori leaned on her elbow up by my head and started brushing the hair off of my forehead.

"Trust us, okay?" she asked, smiling tenderly.

"Mm-hmm," I breathed, enjoying her touch and relaxing.

The next thing I knew, Della was wrapping restraints on my ankles and Lori was putting them on my wrists. It was done within seconds, giving me no time to pull away.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

Lori kissed me gently but I jerked my head away. "Don't worry, sweetie," she cooed. "We won't hurt you."

"No, of course not," Della agreed, putting the large spreader bar between my knees and fastening it into place. She ran her tongue up my inner thigh and said, "We just want to make you feel good."

Before I could say anything else, Lori slipped the blindfold over my eyes and forced the gag into my mouth. I couldn't form words, but the grunts and yells did a good enough job of getting my point across. I was pissed, and they knew it.

I felt Della inch her way up the bed so she was back up on the other side of my head. I felt her hand on my stomach followed immediately by Lori's. They started moving them up until they reached just under my breasts.

Then I felt two hot mouths close on my nipples and begin to suck like there was no tomorrow. In spite of being tied up and pissed, I let out a low moan. It felt so good to have both sides of my body touched at the same time in the same way.

Their hands went lower and touched my stretched pussy lips. I jerked involuntarily, but couldn't pull away or close my legs. They increased the pressure and speed of the sucking as their fingers came to rest on each side of my clit almost like mirror images of each other.

They started pushing their fingers together, squeezing my clit between them. "Oh, God," I groaned.

"I think she likes it," Lori said, releasing my nipple with an audible pop.

"I think you're right," Della agreed, popping off the other side.

They continued to massage my clit, making me writhe and groan. I could hear them kissing each other inches above my stomach. Their fingers worked in perfect harmony, sometimes pressing together and other times kneading it back and forth.

It was driving me insane.

My nipples were still erect and aching, missing the pressure of their mouths, but of course I had no way of telling them what I wanted. All of my mutterings sounded pretty much the same. And even if they understood, I knew they wouldn't listen. They had their own plans, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Slowly, I felt pressure returning to my left nipple. I rolled my head in that direction, grateful, until the pressure started to intensify, bordering on pain. I realized they had stopped kissing, but this wasn't either of their mouths. I let out a little yelp as what I recognized as the nipple clamp squeezed shut, practically flattening the flesh between it.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Della crooned. "I thought you wanted us to play with your tits."

"Maybe the other one is just jealous," Lori suggested.

"No, please," I begged, well aware that the words were garbled. "It hurts, please."

But they ignored me and snapped the other clamp into place in one swift motion with no buildup. I cried out in pain and surprise, and they just went back to kissing and playing with my pussy like the rest of me didn't exist.

They both got off the bed, taking their hands away and leaving me alone and disoriented. I let out a couple of wordless grunts, but no one answered me. I was getting scared now.

Suddenly, I felt something drag over my stomach and work its way down to my pussy. I gasped from the sensation. It almost tickled, but it was too coarse.

"You know what that is?" Lori's voice asked from the foot of the bed. "It's the flogger. How do you think it would feel on your cunt?

"No!" I wailed. I struggled against the restraints, but they held me fast. I heard one of them walk up and climb onto the bed. She straddled my face and I could feel the heat from her pussy. I could smell her and I stopped moving.

"Good girl," Della said from above me. "Now, use that precious tongue of yours. Stick it through the ring and get licking. Lick my slit and make me cum."

Obediently, I pushed my tongue through the gag and flicked at her clit. She tasted as good as she smelled, musky and sweet. She pressed herself onto my face, burying me in her warm muff. My nose just barely stuck out and every breath I took was mixed with her odor.

Her juices flowed onto my face and I lapped at them furiously, trying to get them all. She started grinding onto me, sliding her cunt lips up and down over my mouth.

"Does it feel good, Della?" Lori asked, dragging the flogger down my body again, this time letting the ends rest on my pussy.

"Mm-hmm."

"Don't stop licking her," Lori instructed.

Obviously, I couldn't answer, but I had no intention of stopping anyway. Her cunt was intoxicating and all I wanted was for her to cum and spread her cream all over my face.

I was so absorbed with Della that I never noticed Lori lift the flogger into the air. Suddenly, I felt a biting sting on my pussy, and I screamed into Della's slit.

Della leaned back and slapped my tit. "Keep licking," she demanded. "The faster you make me cum, the faster she'll stop beating your bush."

Taken totally off-guard from the slap on the tit and the lash to my pussy, I forced myself to keep going. She was even wetter than before, and her juices ran down my throat like honey.

"Did you cum yet, Della?" Lori asked.

"No," she breathed.

Another lash bit into my lips and grazed my clit, but I kept on swirling my tongue around Della's snatch. She was moaning faster now, sometimes smothering me with her sweetness. I would feel her wetness on my nose and even in my nostrils.

"Della?"

"Not yet," she groaned.

Another strike with the flogger, this one almost directly on my clit. I cried out in spite of myself but continued eating Della out. She started to pant, her hips thrusting harder and harder into my jaw.

I was sucking furiously at her, but I couldn't get a good seal because of the damned gag, but she didn't seem to care. I licked faster and faster, matching her pace.

"Della?" Lori asked again.

"Soon," she grunted. "Oh God, soon."

Lori swung the flogger again and it actually made me lick faster, not from pain, but from excitement. My cunt was throbbing, and I knew my clit was full and erect. It almost welcomed the lash, making me gasp.

Seconds later, Della's legs stiffened and she let out a cry as the orgasm ripped through her. Her cream covered my face in hot, sticky waves and I devoured all I could.

She climbed off, panting and leaving my face a wet, cum-covered mess. Her smell was up my nose, turning me on even more. She got off the bed and walked over to where I could only assume Lori was standing.

"Was that good, baby?" Lori asked, kissing her loudly.

"Fantastic," Della told her.

"Look at her red pussy," Lori said, gently running the flogger over the lips. I groaned and I heard Della giggle.

"She's so wet," she said. "Look."

I felt a finger slide into my sopping box and I clenched the muscles, trying desperately to keep it inside, but Della only laughed and took it away.

"Think you can be good if we take the gag off and loosen the restraints?"

I nodded frantically. I'd do whatever they wanted if they would touch me again. True to their word, they took off the gag, allowing me to open and close my mouth at will. Then they unhooked the restraints.

"Roll over," Lori instructed. "Get up on your hands and knees."

I did what she said and I felt the ankle and wrist cuffs snap back into place. They hadn't removed the spreader bar or the nipple clamps, leaving my pussy stretched apart and the chain swinging back and forth from my tits.

"Stay still," Lori said. "I'm going to get under you."

I didn't move a muscle. I waited, still blindfolded, as she wriggled around, positioning herself under me. I felt her knees brush against my hair and I caught a whiff of her cunt. I was hit by a new surge of lust and I wanted desperately to taste her, to mix the smell of both of them on my face.

"Lori's just going to lie there while you eat her. Her face is right under your snatch, but she's not going to touch it. You just worry about getting her off, understand?" Della commanded from the foot of the bed.

"Yes," I said.

Without warning, I felt a hard, thudding smack against the cheek of my ass. I screamed in surprise, and I realized Della must have had the paddle, and it would be just like the flogger.

Keywords: the, Ch., Mick, 29, Dick,