This is the first time we’ve done the whole master, slave, pet scenario—which must be his thing because I’ve never seen him so worked up.
But he pulls himself together, barks a few orders at Star—lick me, suck my dick through my jeans, crawl up my chest and kiss me—and every now and then cracks her ass with that whip, even though she’s mostly complying.
We’re not gonna make it much further, we’re all too worked up and horny. So I simply give in and point to Declan. “Fuck her.”
He pumps a fist, mouths the word, “Yes!” as he looks skyward, and then kneels behind Star’s ass, spreads her cheeks, and thrusts his cock into her pussy.
She jolts forward, into my chest to the rhythm of his fucking and I just watch, daring either of them to come before I tell them they can.
They hold out for a couple of minutes, but I know it’s too much. We’re all too excited to care about the authenticity of the scenario—we’ll worry about that next time.
But for now, I open my pants, pull out my cock, and then grab Star by the hair and push her mouth down over my tip.
Then I let Declan fuck me with Star’s mouth as he thrusts his cock in and out of her pussy, and I wonder which god I need to pledge my undying loyalty to for sending me to Paradise.
