The Cabin Ch. 12

"They're nice."

"Just nice?" She asked. "He," she said,turning partly around to acknowledge Ken standing behind; "He thinks they are perfect."

"OK, they are pretty incredible."

"That's better. I'd let you touch them but, well, you seem a bit incapacitated at the moment. How about a taste? Would you like a taste?"

His smile came more easily. "Maybe."

"Hmmm, Nice and Maybe. You need to make better word choices if you want to get that thing under me inside my wet pussy. I'm better than nice and maybe. A lot better."

"Word choice. So that's the ticket to bedding you?"

"Sweetie," she slapped his face hard all while never changing the cute smile she had formed from his dig, "nobody beds me. Can't you see, it's you who is going to do what I want, not the other way around."

"You're a piece of work."

Ignoring his comment she asked, "Do you want a taste?"

"Do I even have a choice? But yes, I"d love to." He added.

Smiling wryly, she wiggled her torso. Her breasts swayed irresistibly. She swung the two keys around her neck away from his face and back against her back. "Men are so easy," she thought.

"What are those for?"

"They keep my boys over there nice and secure," she said nonchalantly. Now, be gentle, big boy with my girls."

He opened his mouth like a bird reaching for his mother. She closed her eyes pleased. "Another one bewitched and now putty." She felt his cock stir. Conceding she permitted him to suck on her pebbled nipple while slowly rocked her pelvis and feeling him grow ever harder.

Tired of supporting her weight any longer, she eventually pulled free but remained hovering above. Her double D's hung, perfectly shaped from her slender form. He watched wantonly for her to feed him once more. Looking with imploring eyes and his mouth agape she teased, dipping and rising but never letting him grasp his lips onto the other elongated nipple. From her vantage point he looked so helpless, so hopeless, and so ready to be used and enjoyed.

Grinding against his manhood she said playfully, "Let's see if I can do better than the last one that sucked on this."

Not waiting for a response she spun, sat on his face and grabbed the massive black rod with both hands. It was monstrous indeed. Not as big as her Doc Johnson but not far removed either. She licked the length of him, fascinated with its size, strength and vigor. Plunging down she let the feel of this giant fill her mouth and felt it grow that final inch while she kept it warm and moist. Squeezing his balls she wondered how much of his white treat he'd finally give her when she was through and if there was even more cum in these than Ken kept in his.

Gazing across the room, she smiled. Both Ken and Tim stood watching no more than a few feet from the foot of the bed. Licking, sucking, stroking, and masturbating his rod, she enjoyed putting a show on for them. They watched her watching them. Ken looked jealous, Tim was expressionless but Tracy looked empowered. She buried her mouth onto the black shaft that took two hands to tame; her hips undulated rhythmically on his face. Ken knew Tyrell was getting a mouthful of juice – juice that only he had tasted for the past half year. When Tracy's arousal mushroomed as it was doing now, she leaked profusely and he knew it. He knew he was swallowing drop after drop of her arousal and soon her faucet would open and he'd be gulping rather than sipping.

Looking up once more at her cherished submissive she smiled. She had each man exactly where she wanted them; in the palm of her hand. One enjoyed her now, but she'd use and throw him aside within the hour; the other stood, still recovering from his beating and knowing that he had failed miserably. Yet he loved her and she had just told him how much she loved him. And then there was Ken, the one she wanted. They watched one another, their eyes riveted. He watched her lick the length of a ten-inch cock again and again; listen to her moan with delight at his ministrations, and ache to be where he was. His cock strained. Tracy smiled pleased at his response.

Tyrell hungrily lapped at her pussy while feeling her touch down below. He soon forgot of the recent past, that he had just witnessed a woman beat a man's ass senseless, that he had been bound and then left for a guy to suck his cock or that there were two others watching him. All he thought about was her. She was so hot! Easily the most beautiful, sexy, salacious woman he'd ever met. She had the x-factor and couldn't wait to sink his cock in the wet pussy that was sopping wet with desire.

"I think it's time to put this bad boy inside. Don't you my slave?"

He groaned feeling the full weight of her as she sat back on his face. He licked furiously but now couldn't breathe. Soon he needed air. He loved the thought of having her sitting on him like this but he couldn't breathe. Giving up on her cunt he raked his head back and forth attempting to gain an an airway. Finally succeeding he gasped. She giggled.

"Sorry big boy, I guess I didn't hear you."

Dropping back on him again he ate, and then struggled and finally she released him. For the next ten minutes she repeated the act, first treating him to the worlds' best desert and then making him refuse it in lieu of something more necessary – air.

"I love this. Who would have thought that a little girl like me can control three strapping boys like you," she said aloud.

Arching her back, her breasts heaved forward. She sat on him one last time, this time clamping her legs on either side of his head, keeping him in a vice until he trashed so violently that he broke free.

"W-what, wh-what, are you doing?!" he huffed.

She never answered but moved quickly to his cock, centered it under her muffin and slowly lowered her body down until their pubic bones met. He groaned and all thoughts of the breath torture he so masochistically endured vanished. She fucked him hard. Tyrell did his best to thrust but could not move. He was left to provide pleasure more than give it although just the fact that he could watch her ass lift and fall almost took him over the edge.

"Timmy, this is what a real cock looks like," she said gloriously slamming up and down.

"My sub," she looked at Ken, "you feel just as good – but this one is black and that makes me horny!"

"Watch me boys. Watch your Mistress take a big black cock inside her little white pussy."

Settling down one more she wiggled and grinded relishing the thought of his head so deep inside.

"When I signal you I want you to lie on your back between his legs. I'm going to feed you everything he gives me."

Tim appeared pleased and shook his head rapidly.

Tracy lifted completely off. Tyrell groaned. She stood and faced him and sank back onto one knee. Grasping his pole with one hand she centered him once more over her sex.

"I thought you should get a chance to watch my breasts bounce around too. I mean you aren't going to ever fuck a woman as beautiful as me ever again, Tyrell. Ready to cum?"

Her words penetrated him to his core. She sunk down once more and pounded him like a jack-hammer. Rising and falling, rising and falling, gasping, groaning, moaning, panting, heaving, and shrieking with delight she fucked this man exactly the way she enjoyed doing most – hard, fast and violent. Her explosion neared and she called out,

"Come for me!" Come NOW!" she commanded almost screaming.

Tyrell grunted and stiffened, pushing hard against the restraint over his midsection.

"Ughh," he said, and came.

Tracy's body spasmed. Arching her back, sucking in her tummy and tensing her fists she came, exploding as wave after wave drenched her mind in the knowledge that she had taken him and done so before her two submissives.

"Oooohhhh, Ooooohhhhhh," she cried, "Ooohhh m-m-my goddd this f-f-feels-ss sooo g-good!!!"

She rested her forehead on his. They both smiled satisfied.

"Hmmm, You are good."

"Damn right I am," Tracy said still panting. "Did you give me everything you had?."

"You know it baby. You know it." He spoke confidently.

Still panting she said, "Good because I'm going to give it to my husband."

Tracy snapped her fingers and Tim assumed his position. Tracy lifted off, contracted her pussy muscles and kept her vagina shut using two fingers. She knelt over his open mouth.

"Eat," she said. "Eat!" Releasing her fingers and relaxing she watched, and waited, and waited. Finally a small thick white stream fell into his mouth. Tracy smiled and waited for the bulk of it still inside – but nothing more ever came. Wondering at first, her emotional state changed from hopeful, to surprised to frustrate to angry as the realization that it was all he had ejaculated. Furious she stared at Tyrell.

"That's all!!!" That's all you gave me?!" She said almost hysterically and aghast at the paucity of the cream he had ejaculated.

Tyrell looked puzzled and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I gave you what I had. What are you looking for?"

She stared at him furious. "What am I looking for? What am I looking for?" Her voice rose in pitch and volume. "What more am I looking for!!! I'll show you what I'm looking for."

She stood, stepped off the bed and came to Ken. Kneeling she took one of the keys and released the lock and took off his cage. Grabbing his hand she stalked to the way and faced him.

"I'm going to stand on this little stool and you are going to fuck my brains out! I want him to see what a real man does for a woman as beautiful as I."

"Yes ma'am."

"Get it hard and fuck your Mistress!" she said. "Fill my pussy with your cream."

And fuck her he did. He pounded away at her cunt, slamming her against the wall. Keeping one hand on her shoulder and the other pinning her arms overhead he kept her there and came at her relentlessly. Releasing all the passion, all the jealousy, all that pent up energy he channeled it. She felt wonderful. He felt wonderful. They huffed and panted and gasped and inhaled deeply. His powerful body impaled her delicate frame. As his impending ejaculation drew near he released his hold on her and wrapped both arms around the small of her back. Tracy leaped, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and stuck her tongue inside his mouth. Lifting and releasing her several more times she rose and fell onto his steel rod. Arching back, he stiffened and grunted. Wave after wave of fluid spurted into her wanton pussy. Tracy could feel his warmth and collapsed on him.

"Ohh, Ohhhh, You feel so good my sub. I love that warm feeling of your cum."

"Oooohh, ooooohhhhhh," she groaned and then exploded.

After calming she told him to carry her to the bed. Pulling free she once more clasped her pussy shut and settled over Timmy's face.

"Open up," she demanded. "Drink."

Releasing her fingers she watched. Tyrell watched. Her eyes shot back and forth between both men. And then it came. At first it was only a drip, and then a trickle, and then a stream and finally a steady flow of thick white milk. And it kept on cumming. Tim eagerly gulped everything down and waited with his mouth wide until she was completely empty. Tyrell watched amazed at the volume of cum he had given her.

"Good god that's a lot!" He said.

Tracy smiled. "That's what a real man does."

Tyrell only stared, speechless.

Ken stood, resting his arms on is beloved's shoulders throughout. Whenever she spoke a word expressing her pleasure he squeezed her deltoids gently. His adoration of her could not be denied.

Finally the flow stopped and she moved off the bed and embraced him.

"Free him and get him the hell out of here," she whispered. "I'll be in the den watching TV. Come to me when you can."

Whispering he replied. "Yes Mistress."

Tracy grabbed a robe and left the three men alone. Ken freed the guest from his bindings while Tim made the bed and straightened the room.

"Your clothes are down in the living area. You need to hurry and get dressed."

"That's it?" He said. "That's it?"

"That's it Tyrell. She's had enough."

He shook his head. "And you love being with this woman?"

"More than anything else. Why even ask?"

"Because she's nuts. That's why!"

"She's beautiful, Tyrell. She fills every need I've ever had."

"I'm happy for you but, man she's odd."

"You let her down, that's all. And I'm glad you did. I hated seeing you with her."

"Hey, you invited me. What did you expect?"

"I just did what I was told. But I still hated seeing it."

Dressed Ken escorted him out into the garage and opened the door.

"Thanks for coming Tyrell," he said politely. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I'm sure Tracy did."

"Did she?" He asked.

"Did you?"

"I don't know. She's amazingly beautiful but man she's wild. I mean she's out there."

"I'm glad you had a great time." His reply obviously dismissive to the comment made and the two shook hands. After closing the garage door he returned to the den, finding his mistress stretched out on the couch. When he entered she smiled, told him to lay with her and had him wrap his arms around her while they relaxed. She hadn't turned on the TV after all but rather had soft music playing. She texted Tim and settled in comfortably feeling safe and secure resting her head against his muscular shoulder and chest.

When her husband knocked she permitted him inside. "I need you to spend the night looking out for another," she said carefully choosing her words.

"Yes Mistress. I will take good care of everything,"

"I'll be taking him with me. Don't worry I will sleep well."

"Yes Mistress."

She had given him these same instructions every night for the past few months and even when he did sleep with 'her' she never ever put him where she put her other submissive. Not ever. He left and the couple relaxed quietly.

"Did you enjoy your day?" She asked softly.

He had one hand cupped softly around one breast and the other cradling her head. "For the most part, yes," he said honestly.

"Best part was?"

"Starting my day with you like we do every morning."

"I love that too. I love when you tell me how beautiful I am and how much you love worshipping me."

"Thank you Mistress I do too."

"Is there anything or anyone you really miss?" She asked cautiously and held her breath waiting for him to answer. It had been a question she had asked several times before and each time she asked she wondered if his answer would ever change.

After a pause that lasted too long for her comfort he answered. "No, why would I?"

"I didn't think you would, but I want to make sure your happy. I hope I am all you want or will ever need, but I can be a little insecure sometimes and it's always nice to have you tell me I am your everything."

"You will always be my everything. Always."

Tracy smiled. She turned and the two kissed and snuggled for a long time. Finally sleep started to invade her mind and she yawned. "Come, my submissive. Time for bed."

She held out her hand and they walked up into the master suite and shut the door. After readying themselves for the night, she climbed in. Ken stood waiting at the foot like he always did; just like she had instructed him so many weeks ago. Spreading her legs she invited him to feed once more at her sex.

"Come my submissive. Come and please me. Ten minutes with no orgasm. You know the drill."

For the next ten minutes they lay quiet. The only sounds were the delicate noises of his tongue lapping gently against her sex, the soft moans those touches elicited, and the rustling of sheets as the two settled in even more comfortably than they were when the feeding started.

Tracy interrupted the silence satisfied with his adoration. "Who do you obey?"

"You, my Mistress."

"Who do you serve?"

"You, my Mistress."

"Who do you long to please?"

"You, my Mistress."

"Then come. Worship my body."

Tracy was exhausted but she needed to follow through with this. As she continued with the twice-daily mantra let him fondle her body once more and thought back to the instructions given her by Marissa, "you must do the same thing at least once a day in order for the trance to hold. You must make him worship every part of you both mind and body....." Despite her fatigue she gave him her body once more. Despite her overwhelming desire to roll over and sleep she let him worship every part of her. When he had stared long enough at her pussy she spoke.

"Now settle in dear. Lick me and then go to sleep."

"Good night My Mistress."

"Good night My sub."

Down stairs in the basement Tim asked, "Anything else I can get you Mistress Katie?"

"No Tim. Where is Ken."

"He's upstairs sleeping with Mistress Tracy."

"I see. Has he asked about me today?"

"Not today Mistress Katie."

A tear formed in the corner of her eye and then ran quietly down the side of her cheek. That tear had formed most every night and although she was healing, she continued to be in a great deal of emotional pain. "Something wasn't write. It made no sense. Indeed something was very very wrong," She thought.

"I'm going to kill her," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing Tim. Nothing. You rest."