Decadence (7 page)

He went deep inside of her.

The entire length of his shaft is wet,
glistening, from saliva and Candice’s juices.

He rubs the length of his hard on, cups his
balls, massages them.

I know him. I can see it. This girl is
driving him crazy.

He wants to bust so bad, and he doesn’t want
to at the same time. He’s enjoying this feeling too much.

While his eyes are still closed I go over to
him and start sucking away. He looks down at me and I move
away.

He’s back in the game.

He steps over to Candice again. Pulls her
into a kneeling position where she’s facing us. He undoes one of
the cuffs on her wrist. She’s waiting on him to undo the other, but
he doesn’t.

Instead, he locks the cuff he just took from
around her wrist onto me.

***

We’re cuffed together and I already know
what’s next.

Chris sits down on the edge of the bed, his
erection like a massive pole between his legs aimed at us.

“I want to see both of you on your knees
right now, with your mouths on my cock. Make me cum.”

Neither of us hesitates. We drop to our
knees, eye level with his hard on, and we go to work.

Candice and I instantly establish a rhythm
that works for us and obviously pleases Chris.

I’m surprised when Candice deep throats all
of him, taking his full length and girth all the way down her
throat, letting her lips touch the base of that huge cock and then
came up for air again. Chris had a look of surprise all over his
face, too.

I figured it was time to step up my game and
followed her lead. Took all of him down my throat a little too fast
and nearly gagged, but I held it down, kept it quiet. Refused to
chock when a little five foot two, twenty-one year old had
swallowed all ten inches without blinking, flinching, or making a
sound except the slurps of her saliva as she worked her mouth.

I came back up and she went back down, taking
turns diving on that flesh coated phallic shaped rock. Chris
couldn’t even close his mouth.

We took turns deep throating him and then she
went down lower on her haunches, started licking and sucking his
balls with the elegance and expertise of one who knew exactly what
a man wanted and needed. She was gentle with that sack, wicked with
her mouth. While she worked his balls, I licked and sucked his
shaft. Worked my jaws, left my hands out of the situation, let my
mouth do everything it was capable of doing. No way was I going to
let her show me up.

I started wiggling my tongue along his shaft
after I had him deep down my throat. He fell back on the bed and
rose up again as if he wasn’t quite sure of what to do with his own
body.

He grabs both our heads. When I look up at
his face he looks young and scared, looks as if he’s afraid of all
the pleasure he’s receiving.

I release his cock from my mouth, grab onto
the weapon with the hand that isn’t cuffed to Candice and start
stroking him viciously.

As I stroke him, I lean down, interrupt
Candice on her mission, put her tongue in my mouth, kiss her as I
stroke him. Kiss her as I slow my stroke on him, start stroking him
nice and easy. I’m the only one with my clothes still on and
Candice wants to remedy that. She pulls down the top of my tube
dress and continues to pull as she tongues me. If it were possible
our tongues would’ve been knotted by now. I didn’t have on any bra
or panties to begin with underneath my dress, so since that
chest-to-knee length material is gone I’m nude. My rumpled dress is
fallen to the floor around my knees that are pressed to the
floor.

I let go of his dick, put that free hand
inside of Candice. Feel how wet she is. Bring those juices back up
to my mouth and taste them again. I go back down for more and then
put some of that sweetness in her mouth. She sucks her essence form
my fingers as if it were the best thing she’s ever tasted. I feel
her skills on my fingers, wonder how that would feel on me.

She comes up and starts kissing me again and
I can’t help but get lost in them. It seems almost juvenile to
enjoy kissing so much, but she makes kissing an experience.

Just like sex.

Her kissing, her tongue, everything about her
was pure and unadulterated sex. I think we both almost forgot about
Chris, but when Candice looks back in his direction, she pouts at
him as if she feels sorry for him not being included.

He is the authority. He has the power to stop
us, bring us back over to him, and demand we please him, but he
hadn’t said a word. Not a peep.

Candice goes back over to him first. I
restrain myself form tugging at her so she can keep kissing me. I
forgot we’re cuffed and feel her tugging me back over to Chris. I
have no choice but to go back and relinquish my claim on her mouth.
Those pretty lips. That talented sweet little tongue.

She starts on his shaft which had started to
jump higher than I’d ever seen it, watched that monster twice
before she had him in her mouth trying to tame him. I went to his
nuts and tried to match what she’d done. Couldn’t help watching her
take his cock into her mouth, pass those lush lips that no longer
bore any lip gloss, all the way down her throat. Over and over
again. She found her rhythm. She got his cock wet, had it making
deep lapping sounds. I hadn’t even thought anyone could suck him
that fast. I hate to admit it, but even I can’t suck him the way
she is.

I felt his balls tighten in my mouth, saw
that hard monster start to jerk violently from its base, saw those
veins that skin, those muscles working overtime. He was about to
bust, shoot his load right down her throat.

She was going to die. Choke. Death by
asphyxiation. I nearly stopped her to warn her, let her know that
Chris’s cum didn’t just trickle out and even when it shot out, it
wouldn’t be a small amount. She was going to get strangled on that
man-milk.

But I was mesmerized by her.

Then I saw it.

It was coming.

Chris was about to cum, going to cum. Seconds
away from it; maybe less.

He grunted, groaned, sounded sexy as hell,
looked sexy as hell from where I was kneeling. His mouth was open,
eyes shut, his left arm twitching as Candice’s head had stopped
bobbing, her face was in his crotch, still had all of him down her
throat.

But she wasn’t moving.

I couldn’t help but think she was dead.

We’d always joked about his cock or the
amount he came killing someone one of these days, but this felt
surreal.

Panic made my heart drop for a second before
I noticed she wasn’t coming up for air, but Chris still had a look
of absolute wonderment on his face still gazing down at her.

Then I saw what I should’ve seen before. Her
jaws, her cheeks, her throat were all still working. They looked
strained, but it looked like they were in control, knew exactly
what they wanted to accomplish.

Then she popped up.

I expected to hear that inhale a person does
once they’ve broken the surface of water after they’ve nearly
drowned, but that didn’t happen. Instead, what I notice are the
remnants of some of his cum gliding down the sides of his cock as
if someone had dripped some melted ice cream on his shaft.

She held that still-hard one eyed monster in
the hand that isn’t cuffed to me as cum spills over her
fingers.

But that’s not all of him. Not by a long
shot.

I know Chris. I know how he cums and that
wasn’t nearly all of his jizz.

That’s when I notice her cheeks look
full.

She pops her head back and spews that protein
up in the air in one long streaming squirt. She lets it fall back
onto her face. She’s covered in cum; it’s splashed all over her
face, on her eyelids, her nose, her lips, dripping down her chin
and onto her perfect breasts, but she still looks to be in a
playful mood.

She giggles. Opens her mouth to show she has
a tongue coated in white.

Before she swallows it I reach over and grab
her by the neck and bring her face to mine, put her lips against
mine, congregate with her tongue to tongue. I’ve tasted Chris’s cum
plenty of times before, but I wanted to taste it with her own
essence mixed into it. I want to taste every part of her. I suck
and swallow what I can from her mouth. It’s better than my favorite
meal right now.

Chris runs his hands through both of our
hair, but I can see the way he’s looking at Candice. There are
stars in his eyes. Whatever he’s feeling goes beyond lust, that
much is evident, but I tell myself that it can’t be the case.

I tell myself it’s being in that moment.

Our lust. Our passion. The three of us on a
journey, going deeper down that road, further on a ride we don’t
want to get off of, not just yet.

***

Chris is lying back on the bed, eyes open,
but the tiredness in them is evident. Candice and I are still
joined at the wrists, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching over
to the nightstand with the hand not joined with hers and getting
the eighteen inch double dong from the top drawer. Jelly. Pastel
pink. Made for an easy glide and easy clean up. Replaced with a new
one after every use with any girl that isn’t a repeat of ours.

Candice is being a good girl. Not asking
questions. She’s learned her lesson, learning all of them well and
fast. But that won’t slow any future punishment from me should she
get out of line.

“Up,” I tell her.

She stands.

I point with my unfettered hand towards the
bed and we both climb on.

She is obedient. Subservient. A dream
submissive. The perfect victim of our fleshly crimes.

“Get on his right side,” I tell her, and she
listens.

We’re on either side of him on our knees.
Both of us naked except for the stilettos we’ve never taken off of
our feet. I bring her towards me for a kiss. She plays with my
tongue, teases it, as I do the same to hers. We hardly lock lips.
We’re putting on a show. Candice has gotten the hint. She wiggled
the tip of her tongue against the tip of mine. I reach between her
legs and begin to massage her slit. I’m surprised when she reaches
between my legs and returns the favor. She’s awkward at first as if
she’s never done it before as her fingers rub against those soft
spots of me a little more clumsily than I’d like. Then I think
about it. She probably hasn’t done it before.

I pull away from her. Move away. I poise my
kitty over Chris’s face; put my slit against his lips. I can’t help
but want to feel his mouth on me. He knew the drill. The dominant
was being dominated, or at least I was going to try my luck.

He sucked my clit, reached up and slapped my
ass. Slapped it so hard he made the sound echo. Took his face from
kitty and said, “Did I tell you that you could sit on my face?”

“No,” I say, admonished by his harsh tone and
his physical reprimand.

“No what?”

“No, sir, Christopher.”

He slaps my ass hard, on the right cheek
first and then the left on and then both at the same time. I knew
not to scream, groan, yelp, or make any sound at all. You do the
crime, you take the punishment you know you’re going to get. He
slapped my cheeks again, the feeling going all through m body, and
then rubbed his palm soothingly over the area he’d just hit that I
knew had already turned a deep red. I could feel the heat from the
licks I’d been given.

“Don’t move,” he commands.

I brace myself. I know what’s coming next,
and he doesn’t hesitate to deliver.

He takes three fingers and slams them inside
me, moves them in and out of me a good few times before he takes
them out and I can hear him licking his fingers, and he does it
again. I struggle not to move, not to make a sound. The inside of
my kitty pulsates, clenching and releasing from feeling pleasure
and pain.

“Apologize,” he commands.

“I’m sorry, Christopher,” I say.

He takes his fingers out of me and swiftly
slaps my slit. My body automatically jerks forward. He licks his
hand as if it’s covered in guava juice, slaps my slit again, then
parts it, rubs it up and down, leans up and puts his tongue inside
of me, moves it in nice and slow, making me wetter. He rolls his
tongue downward, licks my clit over and over again as Candice
watches us, transfixed, too afraid to move.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” He
asks me as he rubs my slit with pressure, up and down, letting his
finger slide inside me every other rub, spreading my juices that
have mixed with his saliva, making a slippery mess, making me feel
as if I could take more than one cock inside me right now, making
me hornier than I’ve been in a long while.

“Yes, I promise, Christopher,” I tell him in
agony, in a state of famine. My kitty is starving, a beggar, but
not a position to ask for what she needs.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he says
to me and then he uses both his hands to slap my ass, both cheeks,
then he grabs them both, squeezes them, then releases them, and
then smacks them both again. Pain. I’m on fire. My skin feels raw
as he continues to penetrate me with his fingers with every other
rub over my soaking wet slit. “Now thank me for being merciful. You
know this could have been a lot worse for you.”

“Yes, I know. Thank you, Christopher.”

“Both of you,” he looks at us, back and forth
between our faces. “Get that fake cock. Take a side, each of you.
Ride it. Fuck it. Make me hard again so I can fuck the both of
you.”

“Yes, Christopher,” we say in unison as I get
the dong. We are poised over him, our legs in positions that make
it look like we are playing some complicated game of twister. We
are human bridges joined by silver at our wrists, hovering over a
man we were willing to give our service to, willing to please in
any and every way he wanted.