She stood on the step outside the front door and fished in her bag for her key, which for some reason she still hadn’t thought to attach to her own key ring. Once found she slid it gently into the lock and turned the handle. She pushed the door slowly open, walked into the hall and closed it behind her. The hallway was dark but she could hear noises coming from the lounge, she couldn’t make them out at first, but something stopped her from calling out. Jo and Ian hadn’t expected her to come back tonight and Charlotte began to wonder if they were making the most of having their house back to themselves, it certainly sounded like it.
Charlotte froze as she realised that what she was hearing was unmistakably the sound of someone getting fucked, hard. Suddenly she forgot all about the evening she’d just had, about Martin, about the contract, and she crept towards the door to the lounge, her pussy already tingling at the thought of seeing her friends fucking.
As she approached the door, she suddenly felt guilty that she was about to spy on them and instead thought she should go straight to bed and leave them in peace. But then she heard an unfamiliar voice and, her interest piqued, resumed her previous trajectory.
When she got to the door she peered into the dimly lit room through the gap between the hinges and was shocked to see Jo on the floor on all fours. Behind her, at an angle to Charlotte, knelt a very well built black man, his hands gripped tightly onto Jo’s sides as he violently shafted her, his eyes closed and sweat dripping from his face. Jo was moaning and cursing at him, but clearly loving every second of it as she was ramming her body back against him trying to force his cock deeper into her slippery hole.
Charlotte was mesmerised at the sight, and before she knew what she was doing she had hitched her dress up at the front and was stroking her dripping wet pussy with her fingers. She didn’t have a perfect view as the chair behind the door was blocking some elements of the scene, but she could see enough to make her pussy throb and right now that was all she cared about.
Abruptly the man appeared to push Jo away and she slid forward before turning around to face him. Charlotte let out a gasp as she saw the man’s cock for the first time, it was longer than average, but not ridiculously so. No, it was the girth which had taken Charlotte’s breath away, she had literally never seen anything like it and she wondered how on earth Jo had managed to take it inside her. Charlotte instinctively put her hand to her mouth as Jo flicked a glance towards the door, but if she knew Charlotte was there Jo never let on to her friend.
Instead she concentrated on the huge cock in front of her face, forcing as much as she could into her waiting mouth, trying to ignore the pain in her jaw as his massive stalk pushed right to the back of her mouth. As his cock hit the entrance to her throat she made a gagging noise and pulled away, before wrapping her hand around his prick and licking and sucking on his heavy balls instead. She pumped him hard and then, looking down, she asked ‘Are you ready?’.
The black man grunted loudly as Jo pumped his meaty cock in her fist and grabbed first her hair and then his cock as he pulled her head so that she was in the perfect position to receive his load in her mouth.
“Give it to me Leon,” begged Jo. “Cum in my dirty fucking mouth.”
Leon’s face screwed up as he pumped harder still and Charlotte watched in awe as several huge strings of creamy spunk erupted into Jo’s mouth, before Leon pulled her head forward and used her lips to pump out the rest of his load. Jo looked exhausted when the slowly softening cock was pulled from her face and Charlotte was confused when Jo again looked down. Charlotte stood on tip toes trying to see over the chair that was blocking her view and was amazed to realise that Ian was lying on his back, on the floor underneath his wife. Charlotte could only see from the top of his nose to his stomach and as she watched she slowly realised what was about to happen.
Jo reached forward and used her fingers to hold Ian’s head steady. She pressed on his cheeks until he reluctantly opened his mouth and then stuck her tongue out, allowing the whole of Leon’s thick load to slowly drip into her husband’s waiting mouth. Then she pushed his mouth closed and smiled down at him lovingly.
“Swallow it.”
A few seconds later she pressed on his cheeks again and checked that he had followed her instructions, before lying down on top of him and kissing him deeply, their tongues meshing together as they re-established their connection.
Sensing that his job here was done, and that he was now somewhat surplus to requirements, Leon backed away slightly and looked around as if looking for his coat. Charlotte watched as he picked up a T-shirt and pulled it over his huge shoulders. He must have been 6’4” and looked as if he might carry cows for a living. His cock had wilted now but it still looked bigger than Martin’s, and Charlotte wished she had the guts to go in there, get it hard again and let him fuck her too.
Instead, realising that she was in danger of being discovered she pulled her skirt down and backed away quietly, before carefully mounting the stairs in darkness. Once at the top of the stairs she heard Leon walking through the dimly lit hallway and letting himself out. Charlotte dipped into her bedroom and quickly got undressed, sliding between the sheets as quietly as possible, hoping that Jo and Ian didn’t hear the mattress creak.
She had been laying there for less than a couple of minutes, her fingers lazily strumming her clit as she replayed what she had just seen in her mind, when she heard the bedroom door open. Charlotte froze and the next thing she knew she felt Jo’s warm body sliding into the bed beside her. Jo spooned against her from behind and Charlotte felt her friend’s hand snaking under her arm and down between her legs. She gasped softly as Jo’s fingers replaced her own and began a soft, slightly irregular rhythm on her pussy.
“I know you watched us,” breathed Jo, the scent of Leon’s cum heavy on her breath.
Charlotte gulped loudly, “I’m sorry,” she whispered genuinely.
“Don’t be,” replied Jo. “It turned you on didn’t it?”
“Y…yes,” stammered Charlotte slightly.
“I bet you’ve never seen a cock like that before have you?”
“No,” groaned Charlotte, her cunt responding to her friend’s expert caress.
Jo bit lightly into her shoulder and then slid down the bed, leaving a trail of kisses down Charlotte’s back, before playfully biting her friend’s bottom. Instinctively Charlotte turned onto her back and within seconds Jo had manoeuvred herself between Charlotte’s thighs.
“Ian’s not the only one who knows how to eat pussy,” she said.
Charlotte started to protest, strangely uncomfortable at the thought of another woman eating her pussy. But her resistance soon faded as Jo’s warm wet tongue massaged the slick folds of her dripping wet cunt.
“Oh God,” murmured Charlotte, pushing her mound up and towards Jo’s eager mouth.
In her mind she replayed the scene she had witnessed downstairs, only instead of Jo, now it was her that was sucking Leon’s impressive cock, choking on its huge girth, pulling away and sucking his enormous balls and then begging him for his cum. Jo certainly did know how to eat pussy and Charlotte was so turned on that it was never going to take long for her to climax.
Charlotte pictured the big black cock spurting it’s copious load into her open, waiting mouth, before she pushed forward, taking him into her wide open mouth and sucking every last drop from his throbbing length.
Jo had two fingers inside her friend now and she knew she was on the brink of coming, she ramped up the intensity of her movements and felt the tell-tale signs of muscle spasms in the tops of her legs as she moved closer and closer to a massive orgasm.
Charlotte felt like she could almost taste the cum in her mouth, and her body was starting to tremble slightly as Jo’s expert ministrations threatened to push her right over the edge. All that was needed was one tiny trigger and she would go off like a firework.
In her fantasy vision Charlotte imagined Leon’s stalk pulling back and her head dropping down, his cum already spilling from her slightly open lips and dripping onto Martin’s face.
That was it. Charlotte spasmed massively as the thought of her husband’s complete subjugation pushed her firmly over the cliff. Jo struggled gamely to hang on to her friend as she bucked wildly against her eager tongue, until eventually, too sensitive for any more, Charlotte literally begged her to stop.
Jo lay still for a moment, staring down at the beautiful sight of her friend’s cleanly shaved cunt, and then slowly kissed her way up her body until they were face to face. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, allowing the slight awkwardness to fade, before Jo kissed Charlotte firmly on the lips and gently flicked her tongue against the younger woman’s. Charlotte could taste her own juices mixed with Leon’s cum and again wondered what it would feel like to be penetrated by such a huge cock.
When Jo pulled away, Charlotte wasn’t sure what she should say. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to return the favour or not, but she found herself offering to do so anyway. Jo smiled sweetly, but declined her offer. While she would have loved to feel Charlotte’s sweet tongue on her pussy, she was just too sore, and besides Ian had already eaten her to two orgasms that night already.
The two women cuddled together, their breathing perfectly synchronized. They were both too exhausted to discuss Charlotte’s evening with Martin and so they just lay there until they gradually drifted off to sleep.
* * * * * * * *
Charlotte woke with a start, she turned her head to the side but Jo was no longer beside her. She turned back and glanced at the clock on the bedside table, it was 5:10am.
“Fuck…” whispered Charlotte to herself and then fell back to sleep.
When she woke again, it was the harsh shrill of the alarm that disturbed her peaceful slumber. Charlotte groaned and slammed her hand down on the top of the clock, sending it cascading across the carpet and under the radiator where it continued to beep incessantly. Charlotte hauled herself out of bed and silenced the small plastic irritant, before placing it back in its rightful place.
When she arrived downstairs she found Ian in the kitchen making scrambled eggs.
“You want some?” He enquired cheerfully.
“Er, no... thanks,” said Charlotte as she tilted the water filter into a tall glass.
Ian shrugged and made a face that seemed to say ‘more for me then’.
“Ian,” Charlotte enquired cautiously as she carried her drink to the table in the middle of the kitchen.
Ian turned around and Charlotte gazed at his face wondering if he knew what she had seen last night, and if he knew that his wife had made her cum…
“Erm, is Charlotte…”
“Nah, she’s gone, ages ago, early meeting or something… so what happened with you last night?”
Charlotte looked startled and then realised that he was enquiring about her rendezvous with her husband.
“Well, I’m here, so obviously not a complete success. Sorry, I do appreciate you putting up with me being here.”
“No problem at all,” replied Ian as he spooned the finished eggs onto his toast and carried the plate to the table where Charlotte was sitting.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Maybe later… I’ve got to get to work too.”
Ian nodded and Charlotte found herself staring at him as he munched his way through the eggs and toast, the image of Jo spitting Leon’s cum into his mouth flashing through her mind. Suddenly she felt very odd and quickly got to her feet, stumbling slightly and almost dropping her glass of water.
Ian looked up, a look of concern washing across his face.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a bit… gotta rush!”
Ian watched her retreat from the kitchen and shook his head slightly before returning his attention to the remains of his breakfast.
* * * * * * * *
Charlotte opened the front door and walked into her friends’ house, finding no one home she made her way upstairs and climbed into the shower. As she washed her slender body she thought back to the night before when she had spied on Jo sucking Leon’s big cock, she dropped her hand between her legs and started to softly stroke her pussy, soon leaning against the wall to keep herself upright. She remembered the way Jo’s mouth stretched to take the thick shaft inside and found herself getting closer and closer to cumming. Then she remembered how she held her breath as Leon pumped his hips and emptied his big, heavy balls into Jo’s eager mouth, and finally how Jo had drained him dry, forced Ian’s mouth open and then parted her lips to allow the thick, sticky cream to drop into his mouth. That single image pushed her right over the edge and as she shuddered through her orgasm Charlotte collapsed to the floor, her knees up by her head as the hot water cascaded over her, plastering her hair to her face.
When Charlotte emerged from the bathroom she almost walked straight into Jo.
“Oh, er, hi,” started Charlotte struggling to look her friend directly in the face.
Sensing her awkwardness, Jo decided to put her straight at ease and moved closer and kissed her hard on the lips. Charlotte resisted for a second or so and then relaxed completely, kissing her friend back and moaning softly. When Jo finally released her, Charlotte felt like she might collapse again and clung onto her friend’s arm.
“Okay?” Asked Jo warmly.
“Umm, I think so…. I don’t really know.”
“You’ll be okay, Ian’s making dinner… I need a shower, I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Right…of course, he’s a great guy isn’t he?”
“Ian? Oh yes, I was lucky there…”
Suddenly Jo pointed her finger at her friend accusingly.
“He’s mine though, so keep your hands off!”
Charlotte looked horrified that Jo would think she wanted to steal her husband, but before Charlotte could even protest her innocence, Jo had dissolved into hysterics.
“God, your face!” She snorted.
Charlotte began to laugh too, and suddenly she felt a little better. Jo leaned across her and gave her one more gentle kiss on the lips and then disappeared into the bathroom.
* * * * * * * *
Charlotte found Ian in the kitchen as she expected, but decided to leave him in peace and instead went and sat in the lounge, watching a mindless quiz show as she waited for Jo to join her.
The quiz show finished just as Charlotte heard Jo descending the stairs and within a few moments she was sitting on the sofa next to her, holding her hand as they began to quietly discuss the events of the previous evening.
Charlotte told Jo how she had shown Martin the contract they had written and how he had completely flipped out, he had told her to forget it, there was no way he was signing it, and that was when she had reminded him of his predicament and left him to stew in his own juice.
Jo listened intently, nodding in all the appropriate places and generally holding the demeanour of a wise old bird. When Charlotte finished her tale, Jo squeezed her hand and reminded her that she held all the cards, that there was no way Martin would choose any other course, and that she just had to have a little patience. Charlotte smiled, but didn’t look particularly confident.
There was a moment’s silence, before Charlotte enquired about what she had seen the night before.
“Ah, Leon…” began Jo. “I wondered when you would bring that up. Well, it’s, erm… he’s an old friend, and every so often he’s in the area and we hook up.”
Charlotte grunted. “What, that’s it…”
“Well, yeah… it doesn’t happen very often, he lives quite a way away and, well… what can I tell you, you saw his cock right?”
“Yes it was huge.”
“Yeah, it is pretty huge… I couldn’t cope with that all the time, I’m still sore now, but once in a while I like to get really fucked and Leon has the equipment.”
“And Ian’s okay with it?”
Jo smiled and called out her husband’s name. Ian came through from the kitchen and stood in front of the two women.
“How’s dinner coming along?”
“Oh fine, should be about half an hour.”
“Can you leave it for a while?”
“Yes, nothing to do at the moment.”
“Good, get on your knees.”
Ian sank to his knees without a second thought and Jo lifted her leg and her shoe dangled from her toe. Martin reached out and removed the shoe and began kissing his wife’s foot eagerly. Jo watched carefully as Ian kissed the entire surface of her soft, delicate foot and then began sucking each toe, his tongue swirling around them as he did so.
“Charlotte wants to know if you are okay with me getting fucked by Leon?”
Ian stopped sucking her toes momentarily, the realisation that Charlotte had come back to the house earlier than he’d thought filling him with dread. What had she seen?
“Well?”
“Yes Mistress,” answered Ian as he recommenced his foot worship.
“You liked it when I spat his cum into your mouth didn’t you?”
Ian’s face reddened significantly, his embarrassment growing steadily.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Did you know that Charlotte saw me do that?”
“No Mistress,” Ian’s voice was fragile and cracked a little as he responded.
“So now she knows what a dirty little cumslut you really are. Don’t worry though, she didn’t see you sucking his cock and getting him hard so that he could fuck me…”
Charlotte felt herself getting warmer (and wetter) by the second, part of her feeling sorry for Ian, but part of her enjoying his complete humiliation and wishing it was her own husband kneeling on the floor before them.
Jo turned to her friend and continued talking as if Ian was nothing more than a servant.
“Men are so stupid about bi-sex, women love sucking cock so why shouldn’t they? I know he loves feeling Leon’s big cock in his mouth but he still needs me to ‘force’ him do it… just as well we don’t need a gun to our heads to please each other, huh?”
Jo looked down at her husband, who had suddenly lifted his gaze up at the two of them.
“She tastes delicious, doesn’t she Ian?”
Ian answered in the affirmative and Jo smiled broadly at him.
“I thought so, I bet you could taste her on my lips this morning.”
Ian tried to think back to this morning as Jo started fucking his mouth with her foot.
“That’s right Ian, after you swallowed Leon’s spunk I went to check on Charlotte and made her cum with my tongue, and when I came back to bed you were fast asleep…”
Ian grunted around his wife’s foot.
“What a shame you were asleep, I might even have let you cum then, of course I tried to wake you, but you were dead to the world…”
Ian moaned in frustration.
“Still, I think you deserve a treat, seeing as you were such a good slave yesterday…”
Ian’s eyes brightened and then Jo gave him the order to stand and strip off.
“Well, what are you waiting for,” asked Jo impatiently, knowing full well why Ian was hesitating.
Ian got to his feet and slowly peeled off his shirt, exposing his nicely toned chest.
“That’s it, show us what you’ve got,” sniggered Jo.
Charlotte felt her temperature rising once more as Ian uncovered his torso, she had no idea where Jo was going with this but she was more than ready to find out.
Ian hooked his hands into the sides of his trousers and peeled them down his legs, pulling his socks off at the same time. He straightened up, now naked save for the tight black boxer shorts which bulged impressively at the front.
Jo signalled for him to move closer and she reached out and squeezed his package, smiling at Charlotte as she did so. Then she hooked her forefinger into the waistband of Ian’s boxers and pulled them down over the front of the chastity device he was wearing.
Charlotte let out a loud gasp as she realised that Ian’s impressive bulge was actually a steel tube, which fitted tightly over his penis and was secured by a small padlock.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. Now she realised what Jo had meant when she had said that Charlotte wouldn’t have been able to do anything for him even if she’d wanted to.
She looked up at Ian, who was looking a little nervous and embarrassed to say the least, and then her gaze fell back to his crotch as Jo peeled his shorts down his legs and then began squeezing Ian’s full-looking balls. Ian started to groan as his cock hardened inside the tube as much as it could and then Jo was reaching into her top and pulling out a thin chain with a key on the end of it. She leaned forward and gently pushed the key into the slot on the underside of the padlock before looking up at her husband and smiling.
“You want out?” She smiled sweetly.
“Oh, yes Mistress… please let me out.”
Jo turned the key a little and Charlotte heard the mechanism click. Jo then expertly slid the cage and the base ring off of her husband’s rapidly swelling cock, before grabbing his cock harshly and pulling him down onto the sofa between the two women.
“Listen to me very carefully,” she said. “You can either have a ruined orgasm and then go back in the belt, or… you can just go back in the belt. Which is it to be?”
Ian could tell from the way his wife had said it that she wanted to ruin his orgasm in front of Charlotte and he realised that this was part of her ‘training’. He steeled himself to answer, knowing that allowing her to ruin his orgasm would provide him some small relief but that in the end it would only increase his frustration and need for a real orgasm.
“Please ruin my orgasm Mistress,” he finally managed to beg.
Jo smiled and pushed him back against the back of the sofa, his cock rock hard in her hand. She looked at her friend and began pumping Ian’s cock hard, bringing an almost constant groan from his throat.
“You were such a good little slut for me yesterday, but you can’t earn an orgasm from me, it has to be because I want to give it to you, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” croaked Ian as he felt his orgasm beginning to build deep in his balls.
“Watch carefully,” Jo instructed Charlotte as she stroked her husband’s throbbing stalk. “You have to get it just right or you might inadvertently allow him some pleasure, and that would never do.”
Ian groaned again, his wife’s cruel words turning him on almost as much as the touch of her slender fingers on his cock. He’d never quite worked out why her being mean and cruel to him turned him on so much, all he knew was that all the greatest orgasms he’d ever experienced had been when Jo was being particularly mean to him and treating him cruelly.
Suddenly he felt Jo’s hand let go of his aching cock and then return in the form of three very hard slaps which made her moan loudly and arch his back as his cock throbbed all the more insistently. Jo smiled, remembering the time she had slapped his cock until he had cum for her, but today was not the day for that. She gripped his cock and began a firm rhythmic pump until Ian’s body started to tense, then she let go for a couple of seconds and then gave it another two or three pumps. She repeated this several times until Ian was squirming on the edge of his orgasm, finally she gave it a few more pumps and then used her finger to tease the underside of his cock until she saw the first drops of cum appear in his cockslit.
Jo pulled her hand away and watched fascinated as ever as Ian’s cum erupted in a steady stream from the tip of his cock, sliding down the underside of his length and pooling at the base of his cock. Ian groaned in frustration and thrust his cock into the air, he wanted to grab it finish himself off but he knew that would not be a wise move on his part. Instead he resigned himself to his fate and satisfied himself that this would at least give him a temporary respite, even though he knew that within a few hours he would be feeling hornier than ever.
Charlotte was transfixed at the power her friend exhibited over her husband, she also couldn’t believe the amount of cum that had dribbled out of his cock, and how his cock was still hard even after the flow stopped.
Jo looked up at Charlotte and smiled, before grasping her husband’s shaft and milking the last few drops of cum from his meat. Then she chuckled to herself and began stroking his cock once more, using the cum on his shaft as lubricant until she ruined his second orgasm, producing another impressive stream of cum which pooled on top of the first load.
Jo calmly scooped the lot up in her fingers and pushed them into Ian’s mouth ordering him to swallow it, and then giving his still hard cock another slap.
“That was amazing,” whispered Charlotte.
Jo smiled at her and then gave her husband’s balls a hard squeeze.
“Yes it was, but now I think we need to let him go finish making dinner!”
