From the condition of his cock, I didn’t think I was going to need long. I caught his shaft between the inner sides of my boots. He lifted his hips, moaning and fucking his tongue into me fast and furiously as my boots pumped him. Four, five, six times. Groaning loudly, he spurted all over my shoes — much the way Darin had, though I was stunned at the sheer quantity of semen pouring down Richard’s shaft.
My boots were going to need some serious care, but I figured I’d send one home with each of them and, at our next group play party, flog the one who’d done the best job. I slowly lowered my feet to the floor and sighed.
“That was delicious, Richard. You may rest now.” I picked up the phone, sighing as Richard tenderly kissed both sides of my pussy lips, then my clit, and slid free.
The green “active” light still glowed on my cell phone. “Max,” I said, stretching languorously. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah,” he growled. He sounded disgruntled, though not truly upset. “You were being awfully quiet there.”
My husband was jealous! I smiled as I realized I was enjoying that. Not that Max really took our sex life for granted, but the heat had been fading a bit. We both liked spice. Sometimes hot, stinging spice. Maybe it was time to add a sprinkle of cayenne. Our relationship was solid. So was our communication. Max knew I was being serviced in my queening chair tonight. A bit of spice would make for some interesting negotiations later on.
“Richard’s tongue is like a short, fat dildo,” I purred. “It was exquisite.”
Max growled into the phone. Richard blushed and inclined his head respectfully. I snapped my fingers at Carlos. His dark eyes glittered with mischief as he lowered himself and slid beneath me.
“I didn’t know you liked dildos.”
“Sexual innovation is always exciting. It keeps things from getting dull.”
Max’s breath exploded into the phone. “Are you saying our sex life is dull?!”
The little green monster was definitely biting Max’s butt. I shivered as Carlos licked the insides of my thighs. Light kisses, then licks, moving slowly upwards. Oh, yes — this man’s tongue was long and agile!
“I’ve never tried a living dildo before. It was quite exceptional. Thick and stiff. Not deep, but wonderfully able to sense my responses and adjust position and rhythm accordingly. The constant friction made for an extraordinary orgasm. If Richard could bottle his tongue, he’d be quite rich.”
I inhaled sharply as Carlos’ tongue swiped hot and fast over my clit. Carlos had a reputation for being competitive. I had no doubt he would go out of his way to surpass both Darin and Richard — and to please me enough to really rile Max.
“You’re breathing hard.”
I smiled at my husband’s waspish comment. Despite his annoyance, his voice held the bossy timbre that said he was getting turned on.
“Carlos is licking my clit. His tongue feels like a living vibrator.” I groaned and picked up another bonbon. Chocolate butter cream. My favourite. I let the sweetness slide over my tongue. “Mmmmm.”
“Now what?!”
I gasped as Carlos’ tongue lashed down my slit.
“What’s going on?!”
“He’s licking into my pussy.” I groaned and Max sighed loudly. Carlos’ tongue flicked in and out like a snake. “Ooh, he’s talented!”
I froze as Carlos’ tongue swiped further back.
“Babe?” Max caught the change in my breathing. “Are you OK?”
Carlos’ tongue slipped lightly into my crack.
“Yes,” I whispered. Carlos was laving the length of my crack. Touching. Tasting. Stroking the virgin skin. I’d been fucked in the ass before. But no one had ever worshipped me there. I gasped as his tongue swirled over my anus.
“Honey? Are you all right?” There was real concern in Max’s voice now. “Answer me, dammit!”
“He’s licking me,” I whispered. “Back there.” I licked my lips, searching for the words as Carlos’ tongue washed over me in wide, slow circles. “He’s licking my. . anus.”
Max’s chuckle was low and sexy. “Do you usually like that?”
I stiffened as Carlos’ tongue probed into the centre. “I d-don’t know,” I panted. “Nobody’s ever done it to me before.”
Carlos’ tongue stilled.
“No shit?” Max was laughing now. “I never knew that. Damn, honey. You’re in for a real treat!” He paused. Then his voice got quiet. “Does Carlos know it’s your first time? Make sure you tell him. He needs to know to make this really special for you.”
Carlos kissed my anus. So sweetly and tenderly I couldn’t help smiling. “He knows. Now.”
Carlos was licking again. Washing again. Starting over. This time he was circling slowly from the outside in, then licking back out, long swipes from the centre out to the edge, working his way carefully around my entire anal ring. I moaned in pleasure.
“Is he doing right by you?” Max’s voice was back to normal — straightforward, possessive and determined to have me enjoy myself. “Lots of spit? Lots of foreplay?”
God, I loved that man. “Lots of spit and foreplay,” I panted. “It feels really good!”
Carlos’ tongue probed into the centre again. This time, though, I was too relaxed to tighten.
“He’s sticking his tongue. . in my a-anus!” I moaned and dropped the phone. I could hear Max yelling, but what Carlos was doing felt too good for me to think about anything else. He was slowly working his tongue into me. I wasn’t tightening. Not really. But I was too stunned to do anything but sit there and enjoy the feel of his tongue pressing in.
Suddenly, Darin was next to me, picking up the phone.
“Beg pardon, sir. Mistress can’t talk right now. Yes, sir. She’s fine. Yes, she definitely appears to be enjoying herself.”
Enjoyment didn’t begin to describe what I was feeling. The tip of Carlos’ tongue was flat against me, then it pressed down and in. Hot flesh slipped between my anal lips. I groaned and thrust against him.
“Ma’am, sir says to bear down, like you’re having a BM. If it pleases you to do so, ma’am.”
I obeyed without thinking, bracing my feet against the floor. I gasped as Carlos’ tongue slid in deep. He kept it there, rooting around, slowly licking the sides of my anal ring. Getting me used to the feel of his hot wet tongue flesh fucking me. Fucking my ass.
“Beg pardon, sir. I know you didn’t say ‘if it pleases you to do so, ma’am’. But I have to say that, sir. I’m her submissive!”
I looked up to see Darin grinning at me, his eyes sparkling as he held the phone far enough away from his ear to keep from being deafened by the tirade of swearing issuing from it. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Give me that phone. No — hold it by my mouth.” Carlos was sucking the side of my ass lip. It felt so good I could hardly breathe.
“Dammit, Max! Stay the fuck out of this! If you want to listen, fine. But I don’t want to hear one more word out of your mouth unless it’s to say something that’s going to make me come harder!”
Darin covered his mouth, hiding his snicker. Richard was beside me as well, though his head was turned and he was wiping his lips. Carlos loosened his grip just enough to move up a bit. Then he was sucking on the next section of my anal lips. I bore down again, my groans getting louder as he took even more of me between his rhythmically pulling lips.
“Yes, sir.” Darin moved next to me, nodding as he dropped to his knees. “By your leave, ma’am, when you’re ready, your husband wants me to suck your nipple. And he wants Richard to finger your clit, so you get a really good come while you’re asshole’s being licked.” He held the phone out to me, but close to my mouth, rather than my ear. “And he wants to listen, ma’am. When you’re coming. He said if he can listen to you come while your asshole’s being licked, he’ll keep his big fucking mouth shut.”