Second Best Ch. 05

Speared on Mark's thick shaft, I was in bliss. I clamped my thighs solidly on either side of his legs, the dining chair not quite built for the purpose it was now being used for. I could have stayed where I was, filled to the brim and stretched out around his glorious erection, basking in the sublime sensation. Mark had other ideas.

His strong hands took hold of my hips, lifting them just enough that his own could buck up beneath me. Filling me over and over again in well-paced even thrusts. A thin mist of sweat soon covered his body. The effort was difficult for him, breathing as he was only through his nose, the ball gag still in place. He kept his laboured movements tight and focused, meeting my G-spot with unusual precision.

To keep my body upright, my hands fell instinctively to his shoulders - where they met Lilly's elegant fingers - she curled hers through mine, locking my hands in place. She was whispering in Mark's ear. I longed to know what she was saying, but I couldn't hear her over the sounds of my thighs slapping and my hurried breath. Was she reminding him not to cum without her permission? Telling him he was fucking me just right? Remarking on my slim pointed breasts bouncing up and down to his steady rhythm? Did she like what she saw? I burned to know.

I gazed into his dark eyes in search of a clue, but all that was there was that familiar wicked glee, that wolfish hunger. Even gagged, with a Goddess of a FemDomme on his shoulder, he'd found a way to remind me that I was at his mercy, his whim.

The stirrings of a sweeping orgasm were building inside me. Waves of heated pleasure uncoiling from my swollen clit, rising through my shuddering walls and tightening abdomen. Beads of sweat collected at the base of my spine. My breath was ragged. As I neared my peak, his thrusting faltered. My frustration however, did nothing but intensify my desire for him. The sparks in his eyes told me that he knew as much.

His hands cradled my buttocks, rolling my hips back and forth, grinding me against his swelled cock. My pussy gushed unabashedly as the new tide of urgent, frictional heat flooded my body. My clit pressed flat against pelvis, his hardness solid and deep inside me, his hands clasping at my ass and hips. I rode him. Squirming and writhing against his length, my fingertips cutting into his shoulders as I felt my apex approach again. The steady rhythm had completely given way to frantic, desperate shaking as we each made our efforts to bring my arousal to its inevitable shattering conclusion.

I clenched my muscles around him, feeling him quiver in reaction. My whole body felt like it was vibrating at a low frequency, sensations racing over my skin and through my frenzied nerves. My eyes took in one last greedy gulp of the delicious sight of his body - taunt muscles, raised veins, tightly closed eyes, hair damp with sweat - before my head tipped back, my eyes slipped shut and my mouth opened in a wavering moan.

I cried out as my body jolted and my mind touched that perfect earth quake of oblivion. Lilly squeezed my hands. Almost as soon as the wave had crashed, another was arching, Mark didn't slow at all as I came for a second time. I was louder now, declaring my ecstasy to the whole street. Lilly flashed an excited grin at me and then whispered again in Mark's ear. This time what she said was no mystery, as Mark lifted me again and thrust mercilessly up into my reeling pussy. He took me hard and fast and within moments he was cumming. Filling me with his jetstream, his cock pulsing helplessly within my walls. A guttural sound issued from behind the gag.

We came down quietly. Sweat slipped soundlessly from my face, over my neck and breasts. My heart slow to find a regular pace. Mark still rocked me gently, pulling me close to him, so that my head rested on his chest.

"Very, very lovely," sighed Lilly, languorously, her eyes half shut and a playful smile on her lips. She still hadn't removed any of her sophisticated clothing and her face was gorgeously flushed with warmth. "Both of you get up now."

We scrabbled to follow orders, awkward and shivering on our jelly legs. She surveyed us, my legs dripping with our combined fluids; Mark's sated cock now retreating. Our nudity and vulnerability more pronounced than ever.

"Mark darling, you've done so well for me," she cooed, massaging the marks she'd helped me make in his shoulders. "I think that you're ready to come out of this," she expertly removed the gag and passed it to me to hold. Even having it in my hands made me feel shaky, but it was obvious that for the time being at least, I'd slipped from her thoughts.

She held Mark's face in her hands. They were about the same height and she looked him dead in the eye as she spoke. "You may speak now, but only when spoken to and only to me." Her hands found the scruff of hair at the back of his neck and pulled it tight.

"Yes Mistress," he gasped through the sharp pain. She was rougher with him than with me. Their limits better known to each other from their years together; their synergy somehow tangible in the air. She rewarded him with a soft kiss, opening her mouth allowing him to probe her with his tongue. In my giddy post-orgasmic state watching them kiss was the icing on the cake. They were so beautiful together, her silky long red tresses hanging over his broad bruised shoulders.

Then she caught hold of his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down hard. He moaned. She'd broken the skin. By tomorrow, his lip would be puffy and sore.

"I've done so much watching today. I'm tired of watching." She hiked her pencil skirt a little way up, and sat on the edge of the dining room table. "Get on your knees and get your tongue inside me." He sank to his knees immediately. His head completely disappeared inside of her skirt. I trembled, thinking of how Mark must feel pleasuring her with his painful lips. God, I bet that's hot.

I awaited orders of my own, but none came as I stood a little to the side, becoming cold and more aware of my tiredness. I watched Lilly's face intently. Willing her to request my assistance, thinking of all the ways I could please her.

But she had no need of me. Mark's talented mouth soon had her laying back, hips jutting against his face, breasts heaving with breathlessness, her lips parted sensually as a heavenly chorus of half-sung sounds escaped her.

"Enough," she whispered eventually, laughter on the edge of her low voice. "Both of you come hold me and then let's go to bed."