Pleasing Hannah

Despite his obvious embarrassment, he suddenly smirked. "Like what you see?" he asked, his eyes wandering down to my breasts, then back up to my face.

Oh, you ass, playing right into my plan, I thought.

"Do you like what you see, motherfucker? You'll never learn, will you?" I turned to his wife. "Hannah, peel off those damp panties, will you?"

Now, she was blushing, too. I bet that little thong was soaked. My panties certainly were. This was a hell of a power trip. She stepped out of them, and as she straightened, I held out my hand. Smiling, underwear in hand, I stepped towards Rob, who was still sneering.

"You smug little shit," I spat. "This is funny, huh?" He nodded. "Wrong answer." I slapped him, and the loud smack of my palm striking his face actually startled me, though I didn't let on. When his jaw dropped in shock at my assault, I stuffed Hannah's g-string inside, muffling his cries.

I grabbed his face with my right hand, palm cupping his chin, nails digging into his cheeks. "Don't try to spit it out, you filthy stubborn pig of a man. Suck on it. Taste her. And shut. The. Fuck. Up. You're going to learn how to be a good little sub fucktoy if it takes all goddamn night, do you hear me? You're going to learn to listen and cater to your wife's every goddamn fucking need. And right now, I think she needs to punish you. Get back on your knees, bitch."

I grabbed his shoulders and forced him to kneel in front of the bed. Air was hissing angrily through his nostrils and he was muttering incoherently into the ball of silky fabric wedged inside of his mouth.

I looked over at Hannah, and she had grabbed the flogging whip off the dresser. I grinned at her. "I wish I had set up that webcam."

"Oh, you mean like this?" she gestured at her dresser, where her laptop was open.

"Holy fuck, Hannah! I've created a monster!" I laughed. I felt another gush of moisture between my legs, thinking of watching the playback later with my boyfriend. Rob moaned, craning his neck to look at the computer. "That's right, fucker," I said, grabbing his hair to keep him staring at the camera. "I'm going to show this to Vinnie later. And if you don't start doing a better job at playing bitch, I might have to post this video online for all the pervs to watch. They'll laugh at you and jerk off watching you get pushed around by two hot bitches. Right, Hannah?"

She nodded, and came near so she could do what she'd been waiting to do all night.

"I think Rob is in a real attentive mood right now, Hannah. I bet you're feeling like a pretty good listener, aren't you, Rob?" I nudged him in the ass with the toe of my boot, and he grunted in anger. I smiled at Hannah. "Why don't you tell him what you want from now on, gorgeous? Tell him what you need from him."

"I need you to take better care of me, Rob." She raised her arm and brought the leather tails of the whip down across his back, making him jump and cry out at the sudden pain. "Oh, shit," she murmured, looking up at me. "This is great."

She raised her arm again, and Rob stiffened in anticipation but didn't move from his position at the foot of the bed. "I deserve to have an orgasm every time we have sex." She lashed at his back once more, harsh red marks appearing on his fair skin. I couldn't help glancing at the laptop webcam, teeth bared in joy and excitement.

Wordlessly, she struck one final blow, then handed me the whip. She ran her fingers over the redness on his back, and I looked down, surprised at what I saw.

"Hannah, look!" I pointed at his crotch. "Sit up straight, bitch," I ordered, and he complied. "Look, girl, your fucktoy enjoyed his whipping. What a fucking slut you have here, Hannah! Beatings make him hard! Just wait till he sees what comes next. Lay on the bed, Hannah."

As Hannah lay back on the sheets, I bent to untie Rob's hands once more. I pulled the panties out of his mouth, and he looked up at me. "I think you've learned how to listen now, Rob. Tie your woman down to your bed."

I watched as he buckled her ankles and tightened the straps enough so her knees could bend slightly. When he was adjusting the straps attached to her wrist cuffs, I told him to make them tight. When he was finished, he leaned forward to give her a kiss.

"Love you," he murmured.

She smiled up at him, and I let them have a moment. "Love you, too."

"Okay, you have a seat in that chair, Rob."

They both stared at me, and I had to suppress a giggle. Hannah had raised her head, but that was all she could do, tied down as she was. And Rob sat next to her on the bed, naked as the day he was born, with the exception of leather around his neck and wrists.

"What a pretty picture you two make. It would be a great Facebook photo. I think you might call it 'awkwardly interesting,' Hannah," I teased. They both flushed, and I gestured at Rob to have a seat. They were obviously confused, so I answered the question that hung in the air.

"Well how the hell do you think I'm going to teach Rob what he should be doing? By example, of course!"

"No!" Hannah voiced in disbelief.

"Oh, yes. We're all learning some things, tonight."

She stared at me, mouth hanging slightly agape. Her neck must have started to hurt at that point, the way she was straining to look at me.

"Holy fucking shit," Rob muttered. "Holy shit." He stared at me wide-eyed and hopeful, as though he didn't believe what I was insinuating. Many times, Hannah and I had joked about messing around, but it was just talk. His reaction almost made me smile, but I stared at him coldly.

"Just because I unbound your hands and removed the gag, doesn't mean you can talk. Remember that you're still collared, bitch." The smile fell off his face and he averted his eyes, looking towards his wife. "Put that blindfold on Hannah, then sit down in the chair." Silently, he obeyed.

I watched my friend's chest rise and fall rapidly as she lay shackled to the bed, unable to move more than a few inches, unable to see. Her hair was fanned out on the sheets, framing her face in a wild, dark halo. The transparent material of the chemise had gathered up around her hips, and I saw that Rob had done a good job tying her down. Her knees were turned in as she tried in vain to close her legs in modesty, and I noticed for the first time that she was shaved bare. Between her thighs, the bedding looked damp.

My gaze flickered over to her husband. I knew he had been watching me look at his wife. He stared silently, and I looked back at Hannah. My heart pounded in my chest, and I imagined I could hear hers doing the same. I had always been curious what it would be like to touch another woman, and I was excited to find out.

I raised my hand so that the strands of the whip would trail lightly across her skin. At first contact, she jumped, a small, surprised sound escaping her throat as I drew the leather up her thigh.

"You seem to have forgotten the importance of foreplay, Rob," I said quietly as I stood next to the bed, running the ends of my flogger further up Hannah's trembling form. I smiled when I used the strips of hide to tease her nipples, which looked painfully erect. She whimpered softly, biting her lower lip.

I glanced at Rob, whose gaze was riveted on his woman. I pulled my toy away from Hannah's body and leaned in to speak close to her ear. "I think there's something you want to ask for, but you're afraid, old friend."

The room was silent with the exception of Hannah's rapid breathing.

"Do you see what I'm seeing, Rob?" I caught his eye as I hovered over his supine wife. I brought my right knee up onto the bed and planted my hands on either side of her torso. "You need to appreciate the build-up, enjoy the tease, make her fucking beg for it." I looked down at my friend. "The only thing more beautiful than an aroused woman, is a woman in the throes of orgasm. Look at her, Rob. Her face and her neck flushed, rosy... chest heaving..." I brought my face close to her skin and inhaled.

Reaching out with my left hand, I grabbed Rob by the back of the neck, pulling him close. "She even smells beautiful. Why rush through this? Look at everything you'd miss. Fuck, " I muttered, closing my eyes, my voice lowering to a near-whisper. "I can even smell how wet you are, Hannah, and it's turning me on." I was surprising myself, by how forward I was being, and by how aroused I had become. Their silence only spurred me on. I was totally getting off on running the show.

"I think I know what you want, Hannah. I know what you want, because I want it, too. Does that make it easier for you to ask, then? Because you need to ask me, girl. I told you, we're all going to have a lesson tonight. Yours is learning to ask for what you want."

"I..." she started, then bit her lip again, holding back.

Bringing my face close to her body, I exhaled onto her neck, lips nearly kissing skin, then spoke softly into her ear. "You need to say it, or I'm not going to do it." I lifted my head so that I could look over at Rob, sitting obediently in his chair, though it was quite obviously killing him. "We're waiting on you, Hannah. Rob's cock looks like it fucking hurts," I giggled. "I know he wants to jerk off, watching us together, but he won't touch himself. He wants to fuck you. But I won't let him, until you're begging for it. I want you to beg me, girl. Tell me. Tell me what you want."

"Your mouth," she whispered.

"My mouth, where?"

"My nipples," she breathed, barely audible.

"I thought you'd never ask, bitch!" I laughed. I was enjoying the tease more than I thought I would. I wanted to make her crazy with lust. I took my left hand and with my nail, traced a circle around her right nipple, where the thin fabric was clearly showing her arousal. I saw her hands ball into fists as she pulled against her restraints, as though she wanted to grab my head and put my mouth exactly where she needed it to be.

"Please," she whimpered.

My eyes locked with Rob's as I wrapped my lips around the tight bud, sucking on Hannah's breast through the lingerie. My clit throbbed as I heard a tortured groan from Rob, his wife writhing beneath me, gasping, the lace becoming soaked with my saliva. I then went to work at her left breast, knowing that the wet material of the other cup would be making her nipple painfully hard as it cooled.

I knew from past conversations that Hannah loved having her nipples stimulated. I released her left breast and sat back so that I could slowly pull the chemise up to expose her fair skin. I climbed over her body and licked her right breast, bringing my tongue teasingly near her areola. She wriggled beneath me as I suckled at her soft flesh.

"Stop torturing me," she groaned through clenched teeth, arching her back as though trying to maneuver her more sensitive parts into my mouth.

Ignoring her pleas, I moved my lips slowly across her skin, carefully avoiding the hardened nubs that seemed to scream for attention. Poised to wrap my lips around her left nipple, I paused to look up at Rob. When our eyes met, I curled a finger at him, then pointed at her right breast, indicating that he should join me. Soundlessly, he moved into position. Just as Hannah whimpered in frustration, her husband and I each took a breast into our hot mouths, making her cry out. I sucked hard, teased with my tongue, used my teeth.

I imagined what it would be like to have a pair of mouths on me. Hannah was beside herself, squirming, gasping, moaning encouragement. There were moments when she seemed a lick away from orgasm. What would it be like when I ventured lower? I felt like I surely must have soaked through my panties and jeans. I was so incredibly aroused, wet and ready to be fucked, but that would wait until later. My need to explore the body of another woman had been a glowing ember in my curious mind, now stoked to flame, driving me forward without a care for my own release. What I wanted so badly, in those moments, was to hear her cum.

Her skin was soft and warm beneath my lips as they blazed a trail across her stomach. I looked up to watch Rob kiss Hannah's neck tenderly. He turned his head to watch what I was doing, and suddenly I had a wicked idea. His eyes were hungry as I positioned myself between his wife's legs, placing my hands on the insides of her thighs so she was spread open before me.

"You know something," I began, speaking between the kisses I planted on Hannah's inner thighs, letting my gaze once again meet that of her man. "If you're going to get to sit back and watch..." My lips swept over the crease where leg meets body, agonizingly close to her hot center. "...it's only fair that I get a little show, too."

Rob was breathing through his mouth as I kissed Hannah's bare mound, her skin silky smooth. She tried to raise her hips, a soft "ohhhh" escaping her lips in her attempt at bringing her glistening folds up to my mouth.

"Not yet, honey," I soothed her, holding her in place. I retrieved my whip from where it lay nearby, this time intending to use the opposite end. "It's obvious what your wife wants, Rob. And I know what you want, what you've wanted to see for a long time now. It's no secret."

Ever so lightly, I ran the tip of the dildo across my friend's dripping entrance, my free hand flat across her thigh to keep her from squirming too much. I was loving the control of the tease, and I didn't want her trying to fuck herself with the toy until I was ready to let her, and ready to give her husband the most exciting show of his life. For years, he had talked about watching his wife and I together, quickly laughing it off as a joke, though I knew he was completely serious. I wanted to see how far he would go to see this fantasy unfold in his own bed.

I would give him what he wanted, but I was going to make damn well sure he knew, the whole time, who was in charge. This was not a gift for him, but something I was doing for his wife that he was being given the chance to see. I wanted him to remember that tonight, he was still the bitch. And the act I was about to coerce him to perform, well, it wasn't just to maintain the upper hand. It was going to turn me on in a huge way, and not just because it would humiliate him.

"Ohhhh God, please yes, you're driving me crazy," Hannah moaned as I drew the tip of my silicone cock up her pussy, between her open petals and slowly back and forth across her swollen clit, coating it in her juices.

"Tell me, Rob, do you want to see me eat Hannah's pussy, as much as she wants me to do it?" I raised my arm, bringing the dildo nearer my face for effect, listening to her pant and whimper after I pulled it away from between her legs. "I know you want to see me taste her. Does she taste as good as she smells, Rob?"

The wet tip of the toy was so tantalizingly close to my lips, I wanted a taste, I wanted to know what it would be like. I had tasted myself, many times, how different would the flavor of another woman be from my own? I would wait, though.

I leaned forward, bringing my face closer to where Rob hovered over his wife's exposed breast. "If you want to see me lick your woman's cunt, there's a price for admission, bitch," I purred. I smiled, glancing at the webcam, then back at the shockingly, uncharacteristically speechless man inches from me, his mouth agape. He would do anything for me, in that moment, and I knew it.

"Pull up her blindfold, she'll want to see this." Silently, he did as he was told. I held the toy out between us as Hannah lifted her head, her curiosity overwhelming the need burning between her legs for the time being.

"Now, suck my dick, Rob," I said, grinning like the cheshire cat. "Tell me how she tastes. Suck her pussy off of my cock." I wondered if his jaw would snap shut at my demands, but amazingly, arousingly, he moved his face toward the dildo. A surge of pleasure quivered through my clit as his lips wrapped around the head tentatively.

"Oh yeah," I moaned through my teeth. "You like that, don't you? Sucking her juices off my cock like a total fucking slut." I looked down at Hannah, who was craning her neck to watch with wide eyes. "I told you this was hot, watching a man suck dick. You didn't believe me."

"Damn, baby, look at you," she murmured. Was that arousal, beneath the wonderment in her voice? As if in answer to the question in my mind, she suddenly hissed, "Suck it."

Turning towards the laptop, I smirked at the camera. "What a good cock-sucker, eh?" I grabbed the back of his head as he got into it, his head moving forward and back. "Look at him go, Hannah! Like a cum hungry whore! God damn is that sexy," I cursed, watching eagerly as I pushed the dildo further into his mouth, one last time, before pulling it away from his face. "You didn't know you had it in you, huh?" I asked him before I let go of his hair.

"We gotta get you a strap-on, Hannah," I said, winking at her before I moved back down the bed. "Then you can have Rob give you a blowjob." I lowered my face between her thighs. "Now, to hold up my end of the deal..."

There I was, face to face with my best friend's nether regions. If I had a cock, it would have been straining against my jeans from all that had led up to this point, and all that lay before me. I slowly ran my tongue up her slit, savoring the flavor, different yet similar to my own. Reaching her clit, I flicked my tongue lightly, looking up to watch as she arched her back with a soft groan of pleasure. I lifted my head to peek at Rob, whose impressive erection looked almost painful, and I smiled when I caught a glimpse of him moving his hand away. He'd been stroking it.

"Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!" Hannah blurted, pulling at her restraints and looking down at me. Damn, this girl was growing a pair! I sucked gently on her pussy lips, then moved lower, slipping my tongue inside of her.

In the course of our frank discussions about sex, I had been open about everything, including my penchant for all things anal. She insisted her ass was "exit-only," but I knew if she'd just give it a try she'd like a little gentle stimulation. What better time to try than when she's all lathered up and tied down?

I placed my hands on the backs of her thighs, pushing them up and apart as much as the straps would allow, then moved my hands a little lower to hold her open for my eager mouth. I dove in, not wanting to give her time to protest, running my tongue over that sensitive pucker of skin.

"Where are you go-oh-oh!" she exclaimed, her objection quickly turning into surprised exclamations of delight. She gasped and moaned as I speared my tongue into her tight hole, probing as deeply as I could, then moving in and out, fucking her. As I pulled my face away from her derriere, I had another glimpse of Rob tugging at himself, and I smiled as I retrieved my phallic-handled whip before returning to the task at hand, or tongue, as it were.

With the tip of my tongue, I drew circles and figure eights around Hannah's swollen pleasure button, gradually applying more pressure as she squirmed beneath me. I lifted my head for a moment to watch her as I slid the dildo slowly inside of her. She was so wet, the toy slipped in and out noisily as I picked up the pace. I watched her breasts rise as her back lifted off the bed. Leaning in, I slid my tongue over her clit, then pulled away as she cried out.

"Is there anything you'd like our bitch boy to do for you while I'm down here, Hannah?"

She had her head pressed back into the mattress as she spoke. "Suck on my tits, baby," she panted as I brought my mouth back down to her pussy. I could tell when Rob got his lips around a nipple, because Hannah cried out and her pelvis bucked beneath me.

"Fuckmefuckmefuckme..." she chanted, to my surprise and pleasure, so I redoubled my efforts, pulling her clit into my mouth, alternately sucking and flickering the tip of my tongue over it, as I pounded the silicone cock in and out of her pussy. My fingers were so wet I was glad for the leather strips on the end so I could keep my grip as Hannah barrelled toward a thrashing, howling climax.