Quaranteam Ch. 40

"Only one final one, and I know it may cause something of a ruffle in your expectations of me, but I must insist upon it."

"Speak, Master, and it shall be done."

"Once each season, you and I will have at least one sexual encounter like two regular people, soft and gentle, with kindness and warmth. We will make out like kids, snuggle up against each other and share a genuine night where we will be naked and open and honest and transparent with one another, no matter how frightened and vulnerable with both might feel. A confessional night, where neither of us will get angry or cross, and no subject will be considered taboo. I know you trust in me exceptionally, Whitney, but once every three months or so, I'll need reassurances that it's still what you want, and that you're happy and satisfied with what you're getting out of our arrangement. Can you manage that?"

Whitney giggled a little, holding a hand up to her mouth as if she was embarrassed by it. "Of course, Master. Just because she's a filthy cumrag most of the time doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy a good snuggle every now and again. Once a season is well within your purview to ask of her, and she will look forward to those encounters just as much as she does the raw and carnal ones."

"Speaking of which," Nicolette said, "how do you want her?"

"Remember, love," Ash whispered into his ear. "Go hard."

"I'm perfectly capable of taking what I want, Nicolette," he said, laying the bass thick in his voice as he fished out his cock and grabbed Whitney's pigtails to pull her face down onto his dick, pushing her face onto it until he could feel the tip of his cock pressed against her throat. She was doing her best to use her tongue to swab his shaft, but the depth with which he'd forced himself was making it difficult to breathe, and even Nicolette seemed a little surprised he held her face down as long as he did before finally pulling her head back, a very desperate gasp of air rushing into her lungs.

"Fuck," Whitney said quietly, almost in awe of the change he'd done. "That's it, Master, face fuck your little whore. Use her holes for your pleasure."

"God, you lucky bitch," Nicolette sighed. "He is going to use you within an inch of your life. I remember when I first woke the beast up inside of him."

"And I remember the first time he... we used you, Nicolette," Ash said, licking her lips. "You had a very talented tongue. Does your friend?"

Nicolette shivered a little bit then nodded. "She's quite an excellent pussy licker, miss."

Andy clicked his tongue again with a slight smirk. "I think you should probably call her Mistress, don't you?"

He could see Nicolette's knees wobble just a little bit before she nodded. "Yes Master. I think Mistress Aisling definitely deserves as much respect as you bequeath upon her," Nicolette said.

"And that goes for Niko and Emily as well," Andy said. "If they have orders for you, or for you Whitney, then you should consider them as though they came from my lips. Understood?"

"Yes Master," both women said.

"Your slut still wants more, Master," Whitney said quietly. "Is... is that proper of her to ask?"

"Good," he said, stroking her face with his fingertip once more. "You're learning. Asking isn't just proper, it's a good thing." His hands yanked down on her pigtails once more, pulling her face back onto his cock, pressing it against the back of her mouth until he could see her eyes start to water up, then drew back as she let slobber drip from her lips, a wild-eyed smile spread across her face.

"More, Master," she pleaded. "Use her until you have nothing left to give. She wants, no, she needs to be fucked until she cannot get off her knees, until she cannot move from the floor."

"Mmmm.... my slut wanted to see the iron fist instead of the soft touch, so let me see..." Andy said, stepping away from her for a moment. He grabbed Aisling and kissed her for a moment, catching her off-guard, but she quickly leaned into it, even as he was moving her around. He brought her over to a couch and then pushed her backwards, forcing her to sit on it. "Bottoms off."

"Andy, you don't--" Ash started to say, until he looked back at her again, doing his best to give her a commanding stare, which stopped the sentence in its tracks. Then she reached down, sliding her sweat pants and panties off, before sitting back down, looking up at him, one of her hands starting to rub against her own pussy. "Like this, Master?"

He could've sworn he saw her shiver in delight when she said that last word to him.

"Good girl," he said to her. He reached behind him and grabbed one of Whitney's pigtails pulling her over, as she immediately moved as guided. "Now, you're going to use your mouth to tend to her, while I'm having a go at the other end. And if you aren't pleasuring her, I'm going to--"

He was midsentence when Whitney lowered her face and immediately began licking and suckling at Aisling's pussy, flicking her tongue out against it in between moments of pursing her lips together, as Andy saw Ash gasp just a little bit, the most adorable squeak escaping her mouth before she leaned her head back.

"Fuck, she must really want you to drill her, babe," Ash purred, "because she is working me good."

"What am I to do, Master?" Nicolette asked.

Andy grabbed a footstool, pulling it over before lifting Whitney up and onto it, so she was on her hands and knees atop of it, bent down to keep her lips pressed against Ash's snatch. He grinned, looking over at Nicolette. "Well, since your friend's mouth is full, you're going to have to teach her what dirty talk is supposed to sound like, and you're going to have to do it in between kissing me, so that I feel like the center of attention I'm supposed to."

Nicolette nodded, stepping over towards him while he moved to position himself behind the footstool. "Yes Master, of course Master." She tilted her head up and then pressed her lips against his, almost nervously. "We... we don't kiss often, Master, but I'll do my best."

"Hey," he said, trailing a fingertip along the underside of her chin. "If I'm not allowed to be nervous, neither are you," he told her with a sly wink.

She giggled a little and then nodded. "Understood, Master. Now don't you think you've kept your good little whore waiting long enough?"

"Making her wait is part of the fun of it," he laughed. His hand raised and then slapped down on the pale white cheek of her upturned ass, and he could hear her moaning against Ash's pussy, which in turn set Ash off moaning as well. "But I suppose you're right..."

He stepped in closer, as he moved to line the head of his cock up against Whitney's snatch, finding it extremely damp, swollen and practically gaping open as if to invite him in further. He didn't take his entry slow, but instead thrust like a battering ram, stuffing every inch of his thick dick inside of her on the first go, until his hips were flush against her ass, and she moaned feverishly into Ash's crotch.

"God, you're too good to your fucking whore, Master," Nicolette whispered to him, her hands stroking along both his chest and the back of his head, as she kissed his cheek and ear. "You should give that slut a goal, though, something she should strive to achieve, to show off what she's capable of."

His hand slapped Whitney's ass again, another loud crack of flesh on flesh. "Tell you what, Whitney. Let's play a little game, shall we? Who cums first?"

"She doesn't stand a chance against you, Master," Nicolette giggled. "It hardly seems fair."

"Oh, I'm not in this game, Nic," he replied, licking his lips. "If you cum first, Whitney, then this is all you're going to get for this evening, but, should you be able to make Aisling cum before you do, well then..." His fingertip teased against her exposed asshole, toying with it a little. "Then I'll have Nicolette grab me some lube and I'll make sure you can't sit down comfortably for days. Does that--"

Aisling hissed in a sharp breath of air, and her thighs widened much like her eyes, as a carnal moan burbled deliriously from her lips. "Think you'd better get a move on, love," she said to him, breathily, "because she's not fucking waiting. Jaysus, she's fookin' good a' tha'."

'Oh hell,' Andy thought to himself. 'Aisling's accent only gets dialed up like that when she can't think straight. Guess we're off to the races.'

He suspected he was going to lose (and thus probably win) this little game, but he wasn't going to make it easy for her, so he started to piston pound Whitney's pussy with a fierce and seismic tempo, drilling forward into her as his left hand on her hip yanked her back into each forward slam. His other hand continued to swat and spank at her ass, trying to use as much of the palm of his hand as he could.

"That's it, Master," Nicolette said, one of her hands slithering down to move so that she could rub her fingertips against Whitney's clit. "Make that fucktoy of yours work for it. She so desperately wants to you own all her fucking holes like a good little whore, but you shouldn't make it easy on her. You love that, don't you, slut? Getting rammed like a good little bitch? Master knows how to fuck you, doesn't he? You think you can succeed in the task he laid out for you?"

He could feel Nicolette's fingertips grinding and rubbing against Whitney's clit, doing her best to try and make sure it was an actual competition, but Aisling made it clear this was about to be over.

"Shit, love, I... I... I..." she said, her breath frantic and almost desperate. "Fuck, I'm fookin' cumming!" Aisling's hands grabbed onto her own tits and squeezed them as he saw her face scrunch up so tightly he thought she might implode. And then suddenly, he saw Whitney's head lean to one side, her fingers rubbing against Ash's cunt as the redhead began to spray, a blast of clear liquid gushing from her like a drinking fountain suddenly turned on, the arc high enough to blast some of it over Whitney's shoulder and onto her back before Ash slumped back onto the couch, three blasted groans firing off in quick, exhausted succession, delight and euphoria slathered over her face. "Fucking hell," she whined. "That's only the second time I've ever done that... my fucking toes tingle..."

"Well then," Andy started, "I guess that I--"

Nicolette already had a tube of lube in her hand, popping the top off it to drizzle it down the cleft of Whitney's pale ass, bringing her fingertips from the girl's pussy up to smear that clear liquid into her flesh, making sure to spread it around. "One step ahead of you, Master." She also dripped some down onto his cock and smearing it on the base of his shaft, using her fingers to jerk him a little when his prick wasn't lodged inside of Whitney's pussy. "She's quite the little buttslut, Master," Nicolette whispered into his ear. "But you can't take it easy on her. She wants to fucking feel it."

"Then I'd better live up to my end of the bargain," he chuckled, sliding the length of his cock out of her pussy before he felt Nicolette lift him up, getting him angled and aligned properly before hier other hand pushed on the back of his waist, and he greased his cock into Whitney's tight little asshole as

the pale girl erupted in the most whorish moan he'd ever heard, one so full of wanton desire than he almost wondered if she'd orgasmed just from him sliding inside of her back door.

"Ffffffuck Master," Whitney whimpered. "Your little fuckdoll's wanted this so much since she arrived, to be completely owned and filled by you, to be complete again, to be owned again. Take your pleasure from your whore's tight ass, Master, until you have marked all of your territory. Complete her, Master. Complete your needy little slut!"

He'd gotten this lesson multiple times so he felt now was the proper time to use it. He slid the fingers of his left hand along the back of Whitney's neck, feeling the collar on her skin before his fingertips penetrated into her hair, as close to the base of her hair as he could. Once his fingers were good and deep, he bunched them up into a tight fistful of her mane and gave her head a solid yank, feeling her knees buckle a little at the sudden forceful gesture.

"That's it, Master," Nicolette dripped into his ear. "Fucking let her have it."

With one hand in her hair and the other on her hip, he was cranking into her with a savage intensity he'd not even been sure was in him before that moment, his cock coring into her ass like he was trying to run her through on his shaft, his hand in her hair making her back curl, her face pointing directly at Ash's, as she continued to bubble with moans and whimpers.

Ash surprised him by reaching forward and slapping Whitney's cheek. He couldn't tell how hard it was, but he suspected she'd only done it with enough force to get her attention, because she didn't even give them the ease off word. "Your mouth's not busy now, slut, so why's it so quiet?" she said to her.

"Sorry Mistress. Please, Master, fuck your whore. Fuck her ass. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it good and hard and fucking deep. She fucking loves it. She loves being your good little fuckhole. She loves being your little buttslut. It feels soooo fucking good, Master, feeling you stretch her open. Fuck, she fucking loves it, Master. Hammer that ass. Pound it. Break it. She can take it harder, Master. She wants it harder. Rape her ass, Master," Whitney said, while he started to really go to town on her, faster and coarser, making her reddened asscheeks clap into his hips each time he impaled her.

"Maybe thank her for your orgasm, Ash," he said, his own breath starting to quicken.

"Mmm... you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Aisling teased. "But okay." She slid forward, moving to sit on the edge of the couch before leaning forward to press her lips against Whitney's, her tongue immediately being greeted by the other girl's as Whitney continued to groan and squeal even as Andy railed her ass raw.

"Pump that cum up her ass so she's shitting it for days, Master," Nicolette said, her tongue dragging against the shell of his ear. "I bet it makes her cum so hard she fucking passes out." Her fingertips had moved down to massage his balls. "I can feel these nuts yearning to let loose, so do it, Master... flood that little slut's tight ass with your spunk and let it make her cum. She's only holding off because you haven't cum yet. C'mon, Master. Do it! Cream her ass!"

Between the spectacle of Ash and Whitney kissing, Nicolette's fingers on his balls, her words in his ear and Whitney's tight rectum trying to suffocate his cock, he was amazed he'd lasted as long as he had, but even the iron fist must eventually relax, and his body simply made an executive decision. He felt his eyes shut and his balls drew up as he cock expunged a heavy load of sticky jism into Whitney's ass. As soon as the first spurt escaped into her, she clamped down tight as a waterproof drum, keeping him from moving as she attempted to squeeze and milk even more from him while her body was consumed in the flame of the orgasm like a whitehot supernova.

His own stance was unsteady, and he felt Nicolette help keep him from tipping over, even as he felt his cock immediately soften, and once Whitney's asshole released its vicegrip of him, it immediately expelled his shaft. As soon as he'd slipped out, he felt Nicolette's arm sliding between his body and Whitney's. He glanced down to see that Nicolette had a silver plug with a bejeweled end, which she eased into Whitney's asshole until it was stoppered up, keeping his cum bottled up inside of her ass.

Ash nudged Andy to release his grip in Whitney's hair, and slowly grabbed her by the shoulders, moving to help lay her down on top of the footstool, as it seemed the pale girl had passed out in the shock of her orgasm, the sensations powerful enough to short circuit her for a bit.

Nicolette nuzzled against his neck for a moment. "You see, Master? You're capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. She fucking loved that," she whispered, pausing for a long moment. "She loves you. We both do."

He turned his head and kissed Nicolette softly, stroking her face for a moment. "And I love you both as well, Nic. You'll get her up to bed?"

Nicolette nodded. "She and I... we share a bed most nights, so what's one more?" she giggled, moving to scoop up the frail pale unconscious girl into her arms. "Night Master. Mistress." She headed towards the doorway and off to their rooms.

Andy moved over to sit down next to Aisling, sliding an arm around her neck, pulling her in for a very tender and gentle kiss. "You think I did okay?"

"Ah sure look it," she said. "Whitney was happy, Nicolette was happy, I'm grand..."

"As long as you're happy," he said.

"I thought you said you loved all the girls equally, love," Ash teased.

"Mmmm.. maybe, but you're first among equals, Ash. I love you."

"You sap. I love y' too." She glanced at her Apple Watch with sigh. "Damn, it's late. We should probably get to bed."

"We could," he teased, "or we could watch one more episode and then get to bed."

"One episode, one shower and then bed time."

"You're on."