“Please,” I begged her, the sound a mere whisper, all my effort focusing on the delicate touch of the whip.
“Let’s see how wet she is,” she said almost coldly, her domineering demeanor well in place. The whip traveled up my leg and I stilled, the anticipation making me frantic inside.
And, finally, she did it, she slipped the deliciously hard tip between my folds, brushing it against my swollen clit, the sensation so intense my body bucked with it.
“Oh, God! Yes!” I cried, blissful relief coursing through me as she kept the hard leather against me, delving it back and fore and I rode it shamelessly, my climax building rapidly.
And then it was gone, my eyes shot to hers on a whimper and I watched as she brought the handle up to the light to study it.
“Ah, yes, she is very wet,” Emma said approvingly. “Come, James, you can lick this clean.”
She thrust his head away from her pussy and lowered the handle to his awaiting mouth. His tongue flicked out greedily as he did as she requested. The sight was so fucking erotic that I didn’t even pine for the loss of the whip, my eyes drinking in the sight of him tasting me on the black leather like his life depended on it.
“That’s enough, James, I think Abi deserves your attention once more.”
James turned his hungry gaze to me. “Yes, mistress.”
He moved toward me swiftly, dropping straight to his knees to bury himself in my frantically awaiting crotch. Emma followed to stand directly behind him, her attention on my breasts as one by one she tightened the clamps until the sensation became unbearable, my climax at its peak. And then her lips were crushing mine, drowning out my intense cries as I came, my whole body convulsing against the wall under the assault of the pair of them, every bit of me pulsing wildly out of control.
As James sipped every last bit of cum from me, Emma released the nipple clamps and stroked my breasts gently. Leaning into my ear, she whispered, “Fucking beautiful.”
I smiled at that.
“Mistress, may I fuck her?”
Emma flinched, flicking her eyes to James and then back to me. I could see her cover slipping as she debated what to say. She had hoped to avoid permitting him that freedom but to me it was a way of sealing his fate. Before he could sense anything amiss, I inclined my head in an attempt to reassure her.
“Very well, undo her restraints first. You can fuck her over that table where I can be afforded a perfect view of you both.”
He moved swiftly, his hands undoing my restraints with such haste that I realized it wasn’t the first time he had done this. And then he practically dragged me to the table, pushing my body back against it so that I lay with my legs hooked over the edge, one of his hands pressing my shoulder down while the other positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
“Careful, James,” came Emma’s hard dictatorial voice. “Fucking your friend and employer’s stepdaughter could land you in a lot of trouble.”
He didn’t take his eyes from my face as he said, “What can I say, I’m going to Hell!”
With that, he thrust himself into me hard and groaned as my pussy enveloped him.
“Christ, your cunt is so fucking tight!”
And then he was pounding into me, his hands groping at my breasts, his eyes not once leaving my naked form beneath him.
“I’ve wanted this for so long!” he growled. “So fucking lo—”
Suddenly the crack of the whip broke through the air and he cried out.
“Don’t you come in her, James!”
“I won’t ... I won’t...”
I could see his muscles tensing, his orgasm mounting and then he pulled out, his seed pulsing from his cock across my torso, my breasts, my mouth. He groaned with each spurt, his body racked with the powerful convulsions.
The sight of him crumbling sent my body throbbing and I looked to Emma to see her rubbing at herself...
“Get here,” she commanded suddenly and scooting out from under James, I raced to her, dropping to my knees to suck at her throbbing clit, relishing the yelp it caused.
I heard James shift behind me.
“You can get dressed and leave,” Emma said, her tone cold and detached as she flicked her whip in his direction.
