Part 2

"To Freedom!" She smiled and raised her glass to mine.

"To Freedom!" I echoed her and clinked my glass against hers. We understood each other perfectly.

I leaned over to kiss her then, when her hand moved to my shoulder, holding me back. "That comes later, after he's gone." I immediately understood: this her placing the sexual before the intimate.

I placed my empty glass on the coffee table and pulled another cigarette from her pack. After lighting it, and taking a long drag, I leaned my left side against the couch, bending my left leg under me and sitting on it, and then rested my right hand on my right leg. "When does he get here?"

"We have a few more minutes. He knows better than to be early, or late." Yo-yo cock, I thought. She has him on a string, pulling it close and wrapping it in her palm when she wants, then letting go after.

"And then what?" I teased her, wondering just what I could elicit from her.

"What do you think will happen?" She asked, pulling the cigarette from my fingers and taking a drag.

"Well, I don't know. I'm here to find that out." I said, scooting closer to her until my left leg again touched hers, feeling my dress ride up my hips. "Do you know what will happen?" I asked, fixing my eyes on hers with an even look.

"Yes" she answered my question and my look.

"What?" I hid my surprise by turning and looking into the blue flames of the fire.

"To share an evening with you. Unhurried, and unrushed. To share my lover with you, then share my body with you. Sharing everything between us." She almost whispered to me, placing the cigarette back in my fingers.

"How did you meet him?" I asked, indulging again in our mutual oral fetish.

"Does it matter?" She shot back, answering yet another of my questions with a question, accompanied as it was by her amused expression.

"I thought, from the party, you only wanted to share me with him. I thought you wanted to arrange it so you could see." I looked back at her, noticed her shaking her head back and forth, and I asked with arched eyebrow and a drag on the dwindling cigarette, "You're not a voyeur?"

"Sure, that's part of it," she started, pulling the cigarette from my fingers, "but not all of it. If all I wanted to do was watch him fuck, which I have done before, I would have arranged something different. I'd have gotten an escort." She waved in the air, dismissing the thought and her exhaled smoke

"What's so different about me?" I pressed her on the point.

"Is that how you feel?" She turned the question back to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, playing coy with her.

"Do you feel like that now, like you're turning a 'trick'?" She finished her point, zeroing in on the point she wished to make.

"Sometimes, I don't know, I mean, maybe. It depends on my mood, I suppose." I babbled on.

"Susan," she startled me with her sharp tone, "I don't want to know if you sometimes feel like that. I want to know if you feel like that right now." She passed the cigarette back to me.

My mind raced back to the scene in my apartment, just before the call from the front desk announcing the driver had arrived, and how my look and feelings matched each other perfectly. I took a long last pull from the cigarette, stubbed it into the ashtray, exhaled long into the air, and nodded my head as I leaned back into the couch.

"Susan," she placed her hand on the back of my neck, turning me to face her, "how do you feel right now?"

I swallowed hard, proudly lifted my chin, exposing my neck and choker to her, and told her: "Like a whore."

She smiled at my revealing this to her. "Do you like feeling this way?"

I placed my hand on her thigh; she uncrossed her legs, and met my gaze. "Right now? Yes. Yes, I do. Do you?"

"Your mouth is perfect." She non-answer answered my question. She missed her true calling, I thought: She should have been a tax attorney.

"For what?" I asked even though I knew the answer.

"For sucking cock." Came the expected answer. "You like doing that, don't you." My hand gripped her thigh, my mind recalling all the number and manner of cocks I had sucked. "Are you a good cock-sucker, Susan?" I pressed my face closer to hers, seeking to kiss her, when her left hand found my braid and held me in place. "Answer me."

I gave her a non-verbal answer. I pulled my smile wide, leaving my mouth open and wet in front of her, and licked my lips.

"Do you know what I remembered most about our first time?" She asked, glancing over at our two empty glasses.

I took her hint and poured her another liberal drink, filling my glass after having done so. We clinked our glasses again, toasting the moment, savoring the taste and the feeling. I nodded for her to continue.

"You did things in reverse." My apparent confusion showed, and she explained: "The first place I felt your tongue was on my ass. You only licked my pussy after I rolled over. It wasn't until after that that you even bothered kissed me!"

"You didn't seem to mind" I shot back at her. She was right, of course. I had savored that moment from the moment it had happened.

"No, I liked it" she went on, rubbing her leg against mine. "I liked your tongue on my ass, in my ass. You're good at it."

"Thank you," I accepted her compliment without shame, "I had thought of doing that the moment you laid down on my bed." I pressed my knee back against hers. "I had this image of you, bent over, or on your hands and knees, with my hands spreading your ass."

"You'll do that again, you know." She declared, nodding towards me, as if stating a self-evident truth.

"Do what again?" I teased.

"Lick my ass" she finished her thought as she took another drink. I did the same, though unlike her, I extended my tongue to taste the rim of the glass, sensed her watching this, while I wondered if her body relived the sensation of me rimming her ass while my vodka slipped past my lips.

"Do you know what I've noticed about our times together?" I asked after finishing my erotically ostentatious drink.

"What?" she said with a bemused smile.

"I may have done things in reverse, but you're stuck on second base." I gave her a look, accusing her of timidity, and then finished with a tease, "For all I know, you don't like doing that."

"Oh," she assured me, "I do. We just haven't gotten to that."

"Yet" My turn to finish her sentence for her.

"Yet" she agreed with a laugh.

She moved her hand around to the front of my neck, tracing her fingers over my choker, seeming to notice the detail of the embossed black roses, receiving both the signal implicit in such a thing, and the feel of my pulse. "Are you staying?" Came her simple question.

"Yes" I said without hesitation.

She circled her fingers around my neck, gently squeezing me. "Tonight's going to be rough. You understand that, don't you?"

"I understand," I told her, even though I really did not.

We sat there, looking at each other, her with images of what would be flashing through her mind, and me wondering what these images were. Yes, I remained the mistress of my own destiny. For that night, I knew my destiny lay in her very capable hands.

Her phone rang; she leapt at the sound, scurrying to answer by the second ring, her long gown flowing behind her. Her lover had finally arrived. She beckoned me to follow her, to stand with her in her foyer, waiting for his arrival. The doors opened and out he came, sensing the same tumult I had when I emerged from the light into the dark of June's apartment. His, no doubt, assuaged by previous experience.

I did recognize him. He was the same tall beefy hunk who had manned the velvet rope at the party two nights ago. If I had to guess his heritage, I would place him as Cuban, Dominican; African and Latin bloodlines mixed deep and running coursing through the veins of his thick neck and arms, with a height a couple or a few inches over 6', and his head and face as bald as my cunt. He wore black slacks, black shoes, and under his black leather coat sported a black muscle tee showing this side of beef regularly frequented one of the muscle gyms which dot Manhattan. Yes, tonight would be a very rough evening.

June made quick introductions as he had obviously already recognized me from that party. She gave his name as Carlos with a sweep of her hand up his body. June announced me by name to him and did not present me so much as she presented my body by taking my hand and twirling me before him. We exchanged very few pleasantries, mainly him complimenting June and I on our revealing outfits. With June leading me by her right hand, and me pulling his huge left hand with my right, we circled back around the left of the elevator, down a dark hallway, to the smallest of June's three apartments.

Neither artwork nor furniture cluttered the room; save a full-sized platform bed centered in the room, platform being the operative word, as the low-slung frame sported neither head nor footboard, with the mattress more hard than firm. June flipped a switch and circle of recessed lighting above the bed illuminated it, giving it the appearance of a halo. It was as if those on the bed could do as they wished while others could remain hidden by the shadows on the periphery of the bed. A simple white sheet covered the bed, with no comforters or blankets or even a top sheet getting in the way. Incongruous to the rest of her apartment, a deep cut pile carpet went wall-to-wall in this room. June closed and locked the door behind us. True, there was nobody else in her apartment; just another signal sent to the players of June's little scene.

As if by some pre-arranged signal, he took position behind me. His hands pulled mine behind me, gently holding me in place while letting me know I was not going anywhere. June went over to the closet lining the wall next to the door, reached in, and produced a pair of lined leather cuffs. My look of surprise must have registered even though the shadows of the room.

"We've done this before." She explained the obvious, passing the cuffs to him, and then bringing her hands to my breasts after that.

"I can tell. The others were the escorts you told me about?" I asked, noticing a nervous edge slipping into my voice as Carlos quickly and expertly slipped the cuffs over my gathered wrists.

"True rough trade whores are hard to come by," his baritone voice reverberated from behind me. "Besides," he continued, "They don't let the dog go raw." If his comment had not made me swoon at that moment, her fingers pinching my nipples through the lace of my dress did.

"You asked where we met, Susan," she purred, barely looking up from taking delight in the sight of her hands on my body, "Carlos is my kickboxing instructor. And no, you're not the first woman we've had in here."

My hands secure behind me, Carlos let his hands move my sides through the many openings in my dress. For such a strong man he had a very soft touch, his fingers teasing me until his hands rested on my hips.

"Have you had many back?" I thought I better held my nervousness in, but by delivering my question in a flat monotone barely above a whisper, my voice signaled more than it had before.

"Some," she said, smiling at the thought, but then added "Sometimes they get scared, sometimes they break."

I gulped; I actually and audibly gulped at her comment. At the same time, Carlos pressed his still covered cock into my open hands. More like, he pulled my bound hands up to his crotch, but whatever. One can never tell until the actual article is in one's hands, or mouth, or cunt, or ass, yet from his turgid and growing length I could tell that June had not exaggerated when she had told me about his cock.

"Do you like that?" I mumbled out, feeling her hands reaching between my thighs, Carlos helpfully lodging one of his thick legs between mine.

"Scaring them?" She again answered my question with one of her own.

"Breaking them," I exhaled as her fingers began teasing my clit.

"Yes" she said, elongating the sibilant until it filled the room.

"You need breaking, little girl?" Nobody had called me a 'little girl' in quite some time, and at my height plus 4-inch heels, they rarely do. Yet, considering her inch and his three inches on me, I was indeed the little girl in the room, not to mention that my weight plus hers probably just barely matched his. "Do you?" he asked again, accentuating his point with a pull of my hair.

I was dizzy then. My fate firmly in their hands, and I would not have selected another time and place for this, for all the tea in China. My sibilant matched hers as I answered his question with a "Yes" all my own.

June noticed this immediately. She instructed him to hold my head back, then told me to open my mouth. I did, willingly. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, watched her through slit eyes take my mouth in her right hand, holding my jaw open. Her face approached mine, her mouth pursing and gathering, and then her pursed lips spat her saliva into my mouth and on my lips. She let it stay there, this lone strand of her saliva, until her finger wiped it clean, for the moment preserving my lipstick.

Both their right hands rested on my shoulders then, hers on my left and his on my right. With a pull of the strings, they untied the shoulder straps on my dress. I continued massaging his cock through his trousers, feeling his length and width take shape. The ties at the sides of my dress were next, my dress peeling down my front and back, exposing my breasts to June.

She took and held my breasts in her hands, signaling him to continue. He did as she instructed, simultaneously pulling the strings at my rib cage and then at my hips while she massaged my nipples erect and began pinching and pulling them, much as she had done Thursday evening. The dress now hung by the strings around my thighs, my pussy exposed to her as my ass was to him. He pulled both these remaining strings at the same time, separating my dress into its two parts, and let it fall to my feet. I stood there between my two lovers, feeling more exposed than nude, feeling the constrictions around my neck, my wrists, and my ankles.

June reached down and pulled the gathered fabric away from my feet. Standing back up she spun me around back into her arms, facing me to Carlos. He took the hint and pulled this muscle tee over his head, commenting to June how hot my body looked. His shoes came next, kickboxing them into the corner. She pulled my hair back, pulled my ear to her mouth, told me she wanted me on my knees in front of him. She wanted him to pull his pants off then place his cock in my mouth. She wanted to watch me suck his cock.

For whatever reason I decided this was the perfect time to exhibit my 'smart-assed masochist' tendencies. "Make me" I dared her while smiling at him.

The salesgirl at the cosmetics counter, when I bought my other things, had tried to sell me a concealer that admittedly did almost perfectly match my skin tone. I had demurred, I am fortunate in that I rarely if ever need such a thing; but had not planned on what would happen next.

With a measured and icy tone, June told Carlos to come over to where we stood. He grinned, perfect white teeth lining his smile. June held my head by my hair, firmly exposing my jaw to him. With a measured gesture he fitted my jaw with his left hand, pulled his right hand back, and smacked me clean across my proffered left cheek. My head yanked right before June yanked my head back in place, never loosening her grip on my hair.

"Hit her again, Carlos. She won't break." She spoke over my shoulder to him, assuring both of us with her smooth tone. His look froze for a moment, just a moment, necessitating her to tell him in her sharpest tone yet: "I said, 'Slap this cunt'."

Slap me he did, his open palm striking the left side of my face, harder this time than the time before. June let go of me the moment his hand struck me, letting the force of his slap spin me until I feel to the bed. I rolled over in a daze, noticed them standing there, his open palm resting at his side, and her seemingly ready to pull me back up to my feet and let him strike me again. He gave the look of a wild beast ready to unleash a pain he found pleasurable as she did upon my waiting body, and her look actually dared me to be a smart-ass with her again. No, I thought, not now. For now, I would be a very good girl.

My cheek began to swell as they pulled me from the bed, sitting on my legs in a supplicating position under June while facing Carlos. His shark-tooth smile calmed down to a wide-mouthed grin and he proceeded to undress. With a flourish, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, and let them fall to his feet. I knew from my previous explorations he had not bothered wearing anything under his slacks, from which he stepped out naked as the day he was born.

Indeed, as June had described, he was impressive, and yet impressive was an understatement. His smooth body tapered from his broad shoulders to his muscled chest, his ripped abdomen leading inexorably to his groin. His public hair trimmed back to a patch and framed his jutting cock, with his bare balls hanging below. Shiny precum coated the head of his cut cock, dripping down and glistening in the light. I have known some large cock in my day, and 'Oh, My!' did this man qualify as one of the larger cocks I had recently seen.

My mouth watered as my cunt clenched, imagining his cock sliding into the many passages of my body. My tummy tightened just then, recalling June's prophetic words that she would watch him fuck my cunt and ass. I imagined the soreness I would feel the next morning, matched by the slaps I had received to my face and those I would receive elsewhere; I imagined sharing this beautiful man with June, and I moaned.

June pulled my hair back again, motioning him to approach us. She knew the effect he had on women, as she had no doubt felt it herself, and as she said I was not the first woman she had invited to share him. I took her movements as a show that she truly savored this moment, the first time her gorgeous lover touched another woman with his cock. He approached us then, lifting his cock to my waiting mouth.

She stroked my hair back, purring to me to open my mouth wider, telling me I needed to suck him hard for her. I understood immediately, she wanted me to fluff him for her. He would fuck and ruin the look of my 'perfect cock-sucking mouth' while she readied herself for his cock. He teased me with his cock, letting the tip just rest on my tongue before pulling himself away. Efforts on my part to chase his cock made me look like a snapping turtle and met with the resistance of June pulling my head back away from his cock.

Finally, he rested his cock on my tongue long enough for me to wrap my lips around him and then suck him in. He began sliding his caramel treat deeper in me, pressing his head deeper into my mouth with every stroke. I opened my mouth, sat my hips on the backs of my heels, and invited his cock deeper into my mouth with every stroke. I stuck my tongue out, let his cock rest deep in me, my throat relaxed, feeling him just barely press against the back of my throat. Saliva freely escaped my mouth to my chin just as his ample precum leaked onto my waiting tongue.

He enjoyed the wet sucking of my mouth; he enjoyed pulling his slick cock completely from my mouth and circling my lips with his drooling cock before letting me suck him again. He playfully slapped my face and lips with his cock, smearing my saliva and his precum all about my face. He slid back into my mouth, resting his right hand on the top of my head, bobbing my mouth back and forth on him, feeling my mouth open and my tongue extend until my mouth freely flowed and my chin was covered and as slick as his cock. His bobbing my mouth on his cock produced more precum and saliva, my open mouth letting it seep out, until I felt the thick gooey strands extending from my chin to my breasts. Had my hands been free, I would have continued sucking his cock while pretended this was his cum on my breasts and massaged this delicious mixture into my skin.

From my angle, I could just barely look up at him. I sensed them passing self-congratulatory looks between them over luring another woman into their trap. I questioned whether a willing woman qualifies as a trapped woman when their revelry broke my reverie. They freely traded banter about me knowing I would not interrupt them. He told her I am an excellent fellatrix, which pleased her. She could feel me bouncing back between her thighs and his cock, impaling my mouth on him with every move. She placed her hand on top of his, both on top of my head, and then pressed her knees into my back until his cock slid as far into my mouth as possible.

His control was amazing. He pressed and prodded, gently sliding his cock down deep until I felt his balls pressing against my slick chin and his coarse kinky pubic hair tickling the end of my nose. He held himself like that, feeling my mouth mold to his cock and my well-conditioned throat wrap around and accept the head of this cock, and feeling my tongue massage and stroke the front side of his glorious tool. He cried out, telling June what a well-trained cock-sucker I am, and then June reminded him not to cum just yet.

With an exclamation and a moan, he held my head still and eased his cock from my mouth, pulling with it all the gathered saliva and precum out over my lips. I could not see but could feel my mouth a wet sticky mess, my lipstick ruined I am sure and saliva surrounding my lips and dripping from my chin until, to the untrained eye, one would have thought he had cum in my mouth. Still tasting his precum mixing with my saliva and savoring the mixture, I gathered what remained into a singular yummy pool on my tongue, and then swallowed hard. He moved off to the bed, laying back and stroking his cock, waiting for June. She pulled me back up to my knees, lifting me forcefully by my hair, and then came around to my front. Her hands still held my head back; she lowered her mouth to mine, and in an act both sensuous and lewd, licked the combined saliva and precum from around my mouth.

She stood back from me, letting her right hand reach behind her neck and untie the back of her halter-top. The ivory silk of her gown cascaded down her body, bringing to mind the dramatic nature of a waterfall. She came back to me, clad only in her pearls, her heels, and her smile. I remained kneeling by the side of the bed, with her lover lying on the bed, both of us waiting for her. Without a word or an instruction, she lifted the left leg of her glistening body to the bed, leaving her right on the floor, and waited for me. Yes, I had prepared his cock for her, and now I would prepare her cunt for him. I scooted forward on my knees; my hands still bound behind my back, and brought my mouth to her pink open cunt.

She had been like me the entire night, bypassing moist and damp while remaining slick and wet during our chat, while watching me suck his cock, ready for this very moment. I craned my neck, pressed my lips to hers, and let her pussy cover my mouth. She pulled my head to her, rubbing her pussy on my mouth, feeling my tongue slide in and around her cunt, imagining I am sure the feeling she would soon experience of having his cock slide deep inside of her. This urgency built up within her until she pushed me back until I sat again on my heels, my preparing her body complete, then turned to the bed and straddled his body.

June hung her long body lewdly over his, first licking his considerable length before licking up his body to his neck, rubbing her body against him and dangling her pearls over his body as she went. I positioned myself behind them, watched with bridled envy as he reached down and nuzzled the slick head of his cock against her slick hairless cunt. Splitting her just so, his hands went to her hips, as she used her left hand to help guide his cock into her body. Lowering herself on him elicited shudder after shudder through her body while his hands spread her ass forcing her to take his full length within seconds of placing his cock between her legs.

She placed herself upright on his body, grinding her ass back down against his spread legs, accommodating herself to his abundant size. Feeling herself finally stretched and opened by his glorious tool, she went back to hands and knees, her hands continually grasping at the single sheet covering the bed. He placed his hands back to her hips, spreading her ass, giving me an unobstructed view. He was bouncing her up and down on his cock, enjoying having her feel his considerable length, enjoying no doubt the squeeze and twitch of her pussy around his cock. Every time she came off his cock, every time she clenched and flexed her body, I could see her abundant lubrication coating him, creaming the length of his cock, pooling on his balls. Were my hands not restrained behind my back I would have been vigorously fingering myself; matching their energy with my own, yet the leather cuffs bound between my wrists would not let my hands free.

"Susan, GOD! Get over here!" She screamed in between moans celebrating this hale and hearty fucking she was giving herself, "God damn it, do something!"

I quickly moved to her side, kneeling beside her on the bed. What she wanted me to do I have no idea, bound as I was. "June, what do you want me to do? I can't move my hands!" I was just as excited she was, and even more frustrated.

"You stupid slut! You stupid fucking cunt! Get behind me, lick my ass, suck his balls, DO SOMETHING!" She screamed before throwing all her energy back into fucking his cock.

He pulled her flat against him, and held her there. Once flat, he again spread her ass, letting her anus peek out from between her cheeks. Yes, just as I had suspected so many nights before, she does enjoy rough anal sex. The only way I could do as she asked was to straddle his legs between mine, then place my body flat against his thighs, inching my face to her ass. She stopped fucking him long enough to let me get into place, then began pressing herself back feeling his cock and let my take tongue delight in pleasing her body.

"YES!!! That's it, you slut, you fucking whore! Lick my ass; slide your tongue in my ass! Fuck my cunt and ass harder!" I could do little to fuck her harder, though Carlos did his very best to make his wish come true. He continued moving her hips down on his cock, keeping her spread open, letting my tongue lick then press against her ass. I licked up from the base of her cunt, spreading a mixture of her lubrication and my saliva over her ass, before pointing my tongue, and pressing into her. I wanted nothing more than to double her penetration, to have her feel his cock slide deep in her pussy as my tongue slid into her ass.

"The little slut's licking my ass, Carlos. I told you she's a nasty whore, I told you she's a cock-sucking slut!" She screamed at him, perhaps confirming her to this point unsubstantiated boasts about me, his deep baritone ringing agreement with her statements. That is what I was at that very moment, an ass-licking cock-sucking slut. I wanted nothing more than to feel my lovers cum, to help them cum with each other, to feel her as clench around my tongue as he pumped his cum so deep in her creamy cunt. I could sense from her movements, from her clenching, that she was getting so very close. With a final effort I covered my mouth over her ass then pressed my tongue into her, pressing past her resistance, letting her ride his cock and my tongue to a screeching orgasm. She was loud, abusive, nasty, and fantastic.

Soon she had had enough. She literally lifted herself off his cock, disengaging from him with a slick pop, pulling herself to her side with her knees pulled to her chest. Whatever veneer, control, or respectability she had at the beginning of this scene, for the moment it was lost. I remained where I was, straddling his legs with his slick cock under my mouth. Without even so much as a moment's hesitation I began licking and sucking her cream from his cock. I cleaned her cum from him, from the tip of his cock down his glorious shaft, taking that pool of her cum from the base of his balls.

Moments after finishing my job, and before I would have quite willingly done it again, June was at my side. Invigorated by her moment's rest, her composure back, she pulled me off him and had me rest on my tummy in a tight fit between the two of them. Not a moment after that, Carlos rose from his spot on the bed and went between my legs, pulling my legs wide. He lifted me up to my knees, pressing my head against the bed, and began rubbing his still-erect cock against my cunt. He had not cum yet with his sense of urgency not in the least abated by June's descent into delirium.

June held her hand in mine, letting my bound hands grip something more than thin air. I tightly held her hand as Carlos began sliding his cock into my pussy. I could not see nor could I control how much of his cock I would take, and I suspected that Carlos would waste little time until his cock fully explored every inch of my pussy. He spread my lips, gently eased his cock head inside me, let me flare out and accommodate him, then pressed his full weight against me, sliding his cock deep in me in one fell swoop. I threw my head back in an involuntary gesture of pain mixed with delight, then let the pleasure cover the momentary sting of this invasion as he gripped my hips and fucked me back on his cock just as he had done with June less than 5 minutes before.

Oh, God... was he good. He knew when to let me feel his length, when to let his cock rest in my pussy, when to pull out and slap my cunt and ass with the head of his cock. June had this man well trained. He would not cum until I had, or until June told him to, or both. Realizing I was along for the ride, I contented myself to lay my head flat while keeping my legs open, desiring nothing more than to let my body be a warm wet tight inviting place for his cock and cum. More than once the man had me close before he sensed this and pulled himself back; much to June's delight I would push my ass back seeking the sensation of his cock filling me again, letting mewling begs escape my mouth, begging him to fuck me harder and harder.

There is a moment in every sweet surrender when your lover(s) realize and understand your needs better than you do. Indeed, at times, these needs seem as foreign as does the proverbial snowball in hell. Now was one of those moments when June left the bed for just a moment, sitting back down next to me facing Carlos. He continued his vigorous fucking of me, and I remained lost enough in my haze to not sense any of the signals which passed between them. It was with a start and a slight yelp that I did realize what they had next planned for my body when June, her finger holding a dollop of a cooling gel, began spreading this lubricant on my ass.

I flipped and bolted, or tried to in any event. Between his strong hands and huge cock, I was not going anywhere. June did her part too, switching to straddling my head and pressing her knees against my shoulders, holding me in place. I had had cock in my ass on numerous occasions before, but never in such a scene, and never with a cock quite so large as his. I resorted to begging them, genuinely concerned that his cock was too big to fit comfortably into my ass. Finally, June had had enough. She pressed her left hand between my shoulder blades, firmly pressing me to the bed, while Carlos held my hips keeping me impaled on this cock.

June moved to my side and bent over so she could look me in the eyes, and then talked to me. "Susan," she started, making sure she had my undivided attention, and that I would remain silent, "You cannot control whether this will happen or not. You can only control how it will happen. Do you understand this?"

Carlos kept fucking me, sliding his cock in and out of my cunt, and feeling me grip then loosen around him; opening my body to him as my mind took in this idea. I recalled his gentle touch in the beginning, how he gave everything with measured and controlled energy, and remembered how I had thought about this from the moment June mentioned this to me last Thursday. There was a gentle force behind her, the iron hand in the velvet glove pressing me by the back of my neck into the bed, and I relented. No, that is accepting destiny by default, and this night was not about that. I looked back at her, let her see my eyes as open to hers, as hers were to mine, and nodded.

She produced one of the pillows that had lay on the bed before Carlos had thrown them to the floor. She folded it, placed it under my tummy, and then resumed slicking my ass, preparing my ass for his cock. She slid her finger just into my anus, feeling me clench and then let go, feeling me let myself relax. When relaxed enough, she resumed her preparations using two fingers, each curled inside of me while she remained kneeling by my side, petting my hair back while dilating my ass.

"He'll take it slow, Susan. His cock will fit in your ass, but he'll take his time getting it there. You'll see." She cooed to me in a singsong voice. His cock kept me hot, her fingers kept me open, and her voice soothed my nerves until she nodded for him to continue.

It was h-u-g-e. His fabulous cock was long and hard, as I well knew from his deep fucking of my pussy. He first pressed his cock insistently against my anus, letting his weight and the abundant lubrication gently nudge his head into my ass, pressing his head just inside of me then rested while enjoying the feeling of my anus stretched and wrapped around his shaft. June stood at the ready, watching my ass stretch to accept him, readily applying more lubrication as his length began to descend deep into my ass. I had not told him how, yet he instinctively knew, that the best way for cock to service my ass was to inch in bit by bit letting me rest with each deeper intrusion, until his full length found its way into my ass. Perhaps June was the same, perhaps all women are; in any event I soon felt the front of his hips meet the curves of my ass and I found this filling sensation had quickly moved past discomfort to a gentle, tight buzz.

June continued to stroke and pet my hair, to stroke my back, to feel my breath quicken and rise then moderate the same with her hand on my back. I even let my bound hands relax, pulling them just a bit up my back, letting Carlos hold and control more of my body as he began sliding his cock in and out of my ass. His strokes quickened in me, surprising me that I found this lewd invasion so pleasurable so quickly, making my cunt begin to flare out again, begging for sensation or penetration or both. I began moaning in time with his increasingly vigorous thrusts, telling him yes I loved his cock in my ass when he asked, telling June she was right that he is a fabulous, talented lover. Indeed, our sharing had been as complete as I thought possible, until that point I could not have thought of what else we might share during this our first true night together.

He began first with a few play-spanks, delivered as I began to press back against him, as I began to fuck my ass back on his cock. Yes, it felt that good. I surrounded him as he filled me, as his well-timed and placed spanks brought color to my cheeks and increased the heat in my body. His stamina was amazing! Thus far, he had fucked my mouth, her pussy, my pussy, then my ass, without once needing a moment's rest. I suspected his recuperative abilities would impress me as well.

I began hinting, then begging, June to let me touch my clit. I begged Carlos to let me cum, then returned to June begging her to reach under my body and stroke my clit until I came. I tried reasoning with her, telling her I had thus far been a very good bad girl, which only elicited from her a wicked cruel laugh I instantly adored. Is this what they meant when they said they enjoyed breaking women, pushing them past previous barriers I asked? June only laughed her wicked laugh in answer.

I began kicking at him, trying to raise my heels back, pulling my feet up to knock him off his stride. He responded by deftly grabbing both my feet, bending my legs back by the knee, holding on to my spiked heels while continuing his powerful thrusts deep into my ass. His entire length was in me as his entire weight smothered me deeper into the bed. I began writhing under him, begging him and her "Please" followed by all manner of lascivious and lewd promises of what I would do if only they would let me cum for them. His hands pulled my legs up and tight making my ass grip his cock with every thrust of his hips; with every pump deep within me my ass stretched to take his full length inside me, as I had no man before him. His perspiration coated my back, his sweet breath caressed my neck, and I sensed his imminent release when June told him to let me up.

After easing his cock from my ass, June took the lead by rolling me over to my back. She kept my hands restrained behind me, then placed her bent knees back at my shoulders, straddling my face. It was not for me to lick her pussy that she did this, but for her to help hold me in place. Carlos took my legs in his hands, bending my legs back until my thighs pressed against my breasts, and completely exposed my ass to his cock. Exposed: no. I had exposed my body the moment I took my coat off after stepping into June's apartment. My ass lay open and vulnerable to what came next.

I looked up to June only to see her smile. She could tell from my breathing and the sheen of sweat covering me that I remained quite close to exploding before her eyes. This is what she wanted, I decided, but not to have me orgasm into a pillow or a bed sheet. She wanted to see my face and watch my eyes as Carlos fucked me to orgasm.

Though still dilated, Carlos used blessed patience and care when sliding his cock back into my ass. It was not long before I found myself bouncing my ass up and down on his cock, with Carlos first holding my legs spread wide and then bending them pressed flat against his chest. June added to my arousal by again pinching and pulling my nipples between her long fingers. At one point she pulled my nipples hard, forming cones from my breasts, shaking her fingers back and forth. My nipples were so erect, my cunt engorged from the repeated ass fucking delivered by Carlos, and my mouth retained the taste of her cum, her ass, and his cock. I was on the verge of tears when June, finally, let slip the fingers from her right hand from my breast and let then trail down my body to between my legs.

She instructed Carlos to hold me tight, to hold my legs flat and fast against his chest, knowing the inevitable clenching and squeezing of my ass around his cock served to engorge my cunt and clit to a point just South of bursting pressure. He did as told, sliding me back and forth on his cock by rocking my body against his, gyrating his hips back and forth, stretching my ass and filling me deep with his cock. When June's middle finger finally found its way between my legs, when she finally managed to slip her finger along my very full cunt, pressed together between my legs, when she finally reached and rubbed my clit, this trip-wire sprung free with an organic, orgasmic energy I thought not possible between such new lovers.

She held her finger in place just over my clit, letting Carlos's hip gyrations lift me and press me against her extended finger. Finally seeing this crescendo building to a fever pitch, she relented and furiously rubbed my clit in small hard fast circles, pulling the length of her finger against me as Carlos renewed sliding the length of his cock in and out of my ass. She placed her other hand on my chest, looked down from on high into my eyes, and told me to cum for her. I pulsed and shook, my hands pulling the sheets under my body, my contractions welling deep inside higher and higher in my body until the flowing sensation seemed to start at the top of my head and roll down over my body until it pressed down against her finger and his cock. I pulled myself up off his cock then pushed my ass back down, violently fucking my ass on his cock, pressing my clit against her finger, once more expelling this reservoir from my body. I letting it drain out of my body, let it pull down my spine, my vision growing fuzzy, and my head became dizzy as tingles swept from my fingers and toes to the center of my body then down to my twitching clit. With a final deep exhale I slid my ass down on his cock as far as it would go, pinioned between my two beautiful lovers, and I let my entire body relax.

June murmured she had never seen a woman cum as I had, Carlos mentioned never meeting a woman who liked 'getting fucked in the ass' as much as I seemed to as he finally let my legs fall open, cradling his hands under my knees. Their comments floated over me like so much smoke exhaled by June and I earlier in the evening. The oral fixation caught and I looked forward to sharing a drink and a smoke, at least for June and I, after our session ended. My mind floated back into my body, I looked up at June, and we shared a most amazing smile. Her right hand extended until she cupped my pussy, sensitive still she enjoyed seeing me squirm on his cock. She reached her middle down low enough to caress cock-filled ass, feeling him gently slide his cock in and out of my ass. She pulled her hand back and delivered a few playful spanks on my engorged cunt, increasing the intensity until she had me squealing, once again bouncing up and down on his cock, sliding his magnificent tool deep within my ass.

She moved off to kneel by my right side and propped a pillow under my head. Carlos began gyrating his hips and stroking his cock in my ass yet again. His strokes were not the deep thrusts from before; these were the short-strokes of a man seeking to feel my anus grip the upper shaft of his cock with a tight and wet embrace. This poor man, who had delivered so much pleasure to June and I, needed his very own cum. I readied myself for the sensations of feeling his cock swell and twitch in me, feeling his shaft engorge and pulse, then feeling his cock pump his seed deep within my ass. I wanted this too, and began coaxing him along, telling how well I enjoyed his cock and how he could enjoy my body again the moment he came and got hard for me. I ended all of this by telling him "Let me feel you cum in my ass."

June's left hand cupped my right breast at that moment, tweaking my nipple until she had my full attention. Her right hand went to his ass; she caressed his muscled hips and smooth skin with her right hand, feeling his motions begin in his hips and feeling my body react to his motions with both hands.

"He's not going to cum on your ass, Susan," she said, seemingly extending my playful banter with him.

"Where's he going to cum, June?" I playfully asked, wondering what she had in mind. Did she want to see him pull out and shoot on my tummy or breasts? Did she want to see him stand over me and cum on my upturned face? Both options flashed quickly through my mind, both options equally delicious to me.

"He's going to cum in your mouth, Susan," she purred along, as if the thought seemed the most natural on earth.

I thought quickly and told her "You'll have to clean his cock before I suck him."

"No," she said, "I won't."

Oh, God. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. What she meant by what she said soon dawned on me and on him as well. The telltale signs of his imminent orgasm descended upon me: the swelling of his cock, the pulsing in his shaft, and his breathing becoming shallow. He liked this idea, perhaps as much as she did, if not more. I remained somewhat dazed, feeling the effects of his fucking and still not truly comprehending her suggestion.

"Susan," she said, again with one of her sharper tones, "I want him to take his cock from your ass and put it in your mouth. I want you to suck him until he cums in your mouth. Do you understand me?"

Now I could see: My head propped under the pillow, my hands restrained behind me, and her positioning me on my back. There was no way they could make me do this; what man wants to stick his dick in the mouth of a woman with teeth who does not want him there? What she wanted was unspeakably nasty, undeniably demeaning. Yet I could not deny it was also - So Fucking Hot. I had prepared my body and mind well for this evening, but had I prepared both for this moment? Yes. Yes, I had. My blood coursed through my veins as I nodded my head, answering her question.

"Don't tell me, Susan. Tell him." She caressed my breasts, smiling, giving me her one final instruction.

"Did you like giving me your cock to suck, Carlos? Am I a good cock-sucker?" I asked, including him in the erotic banter between June and I

He focused his answer on me while knowing his answer was for June and I both. Yes, he had enjoyed me sucking his cock, and moaned what a good cock-sucker I am.

"Carlos," I looked deep into his liquid brown eyes, " Did you like feeling June fuck her pussy and cum on your hard cock? Did you enjoy fucking my cunt right after that?" I took him through the evening, then finished with: Do you like fucking my ass?"

Oh, he was so close. His strokes grew shorter and shorter still, his twitching increased and he answered with a yell that yes, he had enjoyed fucking my mouth, our pussies, and my ass.

"Show me how much you enjoyed that, Carlos. I want you to slide your cock out my ass then slide it into my mouth." My tone clear and unmistakable, while idea started in June, the tone made the act all my own. "Am I a hot nasty slut, Carlos? Do you like fucking nasty sluts in the ass? Do you like whores sucking your thick hard cock? Are you going to cum for me, Carlos?"

It proved too much for him. He groaned yes in a quaking quivering voice, then pulled his cock from my ass and straddled my body. June immediately lay on her side by mine, careful to keep his cock in her view the entire time. I pressed my head back against the pillow, opened my mouth with my tongue stuck out, and waited for him to feed me his cock. He moved into position above me, perched on his hands and knees with his throbbing slick cock just entering my view. Just at that moment, June reached her hand out, circling the base of his cock with her long elegant fingers, meaning to guide him into my upturned mouth. I could not watch and had to close my eyes. The moment his cock hit my tongue, the moment I could taste his cock on my tongue, I greedily sucked him into my waiting mouth.

"OH! YOU! NASTY! BITCH!!!" June exclaimed, filling the small bedroom with her shrill high voice. "YOU! FUCKING! WHORE! Oh, GOD!!!"

Carlos tensed just once on my tongue, let me suck him once more, then he twitched, pulsed, and spurted his hot cum his cum into my mouth. The salty tang of his cum mixed with the sweet earthy flavor that coated his cock, both mixing in my mouth with my ample saliva, as he continued pumping his cock and cumming in my mouth. I locked my lips on him, coaxed his cum from him with my tongue, swirling my tongue over the front of his shaft and around his head, pulling every drop from him.

"Suck my cock you nasty fucking slut! Suck it! Suck it! SUCK IT!!!" He screamed out, his voice overpowering June's increasingly high-pitched voice. He slid his cock in deeper, deeper still, fucking my upturned mouth, draining every bit of cum into my mouth. "Lick my cock you nasty cunt!"

His cock finally spent, he pulled himself from my body and fell to the other side of the bed. I surprised myself by not spilling a drop, something that June noticed too. With eyes still closed, I swirled the different tastes in my mouth, savoring the salty tangy sweetness and the very lewdness of act itself. I opened my eyes to find June still by my side with Carlos lying on his back almost completely spent.

I caught her eyes, my mouth full of these many tastes, wondering what she would do next. She placed her right hand on my neck, the same fingers that had encircled and guided his cock to my mouth now poised around my throat, and she moved to her knees above me. I opened my mouth to her, letting her see his cum coating and filling my mouth, pushing it about and lifting it up, offering her a taste. She held her mouth above mine; she seemed intent on taking stock of me and of this scene, before she formed a smile then pulled her mouth open, and pressed her lips to mine. We rolled his seed over our tongues, pressing it over and around our mouths, passing this delirious mixture between our mouths, her noticing as I did the sweet earthy undercurrent to the salty tang and creamy sensation. Finally, her taste over and her reward received, she lifted her mouth and pressed my mouth closed. She began massaging my neck, easing my throat, speeding his cum down into my body. I closed my eyes and swallowed this gift of his, letting my mouth fall open in the process before opening my eyes back and finding her still sitting by my side, flashing me a smile I had by this point come to adore.

Carlos sat over to the other side of my body, shaking his head as if unbelieving the scene which had just unfolded before his eyes. June shushed him with a look that said 'Quiet dear, you're ruining the picture', and I stifled a laugh at this. He stood up to stretch, then unlocked the door and made his way to the nearby bathroom. I mentioned to June that sounded like a capital idea, and she agreed.

She helped me off the bed, having long ago regained her balance while mine remained elusive. I gradually gained balance, perched as I was on my heels, and noticing June stayed in hers as well. I turned my back to her, indicating she could remove my cuffs from me any time she chose. Looking over my back I noticed her smiling, shaking her head at me.

"Oh, we're not done with those just yet." She playfully responded to my request, grabbing my bound hands in the process.

"You can't lead me to the bathroom like this," I said more as a question than a statement.

"Oh, I could," she mischievously disagreed with me, "but not tonight." The erotic seed of future liaisons and of future debasements to which I would willingly submit planted in my mind, June extended her hands to mine and unsnapped the connector while keeping the leather cuffs snugly wrapped around my wrists.

She took me by the hand and we left the bedroom, circling around back past the elevator and through the gallery on our way to the bathroom inside of to her bedroom. Having another woman lead me though her apartment, both of us nude and wearing our heels, is not a new experience for me. Having her lead me, as we were, with my body screaming in protest over my recent activities, proved somewhat discomforting. June noticed my trepid, stumbling gait and had a laugh at my expense. All of which made me smile.

"You're husband never looks in that room?" I asked as we walked, thinking the placement of the bed, the lighting, and the items both seen and unseen in the closet would be a little difficult to explain to her husband.

"He calls that my 'sewing room'. And no, he doesn't." She called back over her shoulder. "The door remains closed and locked whenever the room's not in use. When we have guests, the bed goes back against the wall, and everything else is put safely away."

Dismissing the fact that the room did not have a sewing machine in it, and that in any event June could not have cross-stitched her way out of a paper bag, I noted one other feature of the room when I asked her, "And the carpet?"

"Cuts down on the noise" came her curt reply.

We arrived at her bathroom, her locking us in before turning the lights on. My appearance shocked me. Indeed as I had suspected, my lipstick was a mess, smeared until it looked as if I was wearing a clown's smile. I had not noticed just how hard June had tugged and pulled on my nipples, occupied as I was with Carlos's cock in my ass. In any event, my nipples stood out from my breasts, angry and red, distended from her ample abuse. I pirouetted and took notice of my ass. Carlos's well-placed spanks had turned my ass a deep shade of red, with various and sundry marks from his fingers lining my legs and thighs, though not so deep or violent that the marks would be there on Monday morning when I went to the gym. The crowning moment was noticing the purple bruise that spread from just under my left eye to the line of my jaw. That would be there on Monday.

"You two worked me over pretty good," I stated, neither an accusation or a compliment, gingerly lifting my fingers to my swelling breasts and face. To the far side of the loo sat a bidet, which June busied herself with, adjusting the water and the spray of the latter until it was to her liking. She moved past me then set about first removing her pearls before fixing her smile while conspicuously taking no notice of my relief and ablution.

"You're quite the pneumatic girl," she said when I moved to the bidet, borrowing the phrase from Aldous Huxley's 'Brave New World': Meaning either I have very attractive breasts, which I do; or I am especially willing to participate in rough, energetic, polyamorous sex, which I am; or both.

The warm gentle spray tickled and cleansed my body as I recalled just what I had done to display my apparent 'pneumatic-ness'. I laughed darkly at this, and June asked if all was well with me, with my body and mind. I assured her that it was, that what had happened was just fine, and relayed how I had meticulously prepared by body for such things. I stood up after that, drying myself, and June told me she always prepares in an equally meticulous manner when such and similar activities are expected.

Standing next to her, both of us looking at each other's reflections in the vanity above the sink, she flashed her repaired smile at me. I lifted my chin as if to ask if I should even try repairing mine when she motioned to her assorted cosmetics and made her way past me to perform her inter-missionary laving ritual. By the time she was done, a reasonable facsimile of my formerly 'perfect cock-sucking mouth' presented itself in the mirror to the two of us. She approved, took my hand, turned off the lights, and led us back into the living room.

He was waiting for us, standing nude by the fireplace, letting its light and heat bounce off his caramel body. Damn, he looked good, with not an ounce of fat visible on his glistening frame. His cock hung low, thick even in contrast against his muscled thigh, sending a familiar shiver through my body. He had poured us all quite liberal drinks, and we held our glasses high, toasting "To new friends."

Much to Carlos's disgust, June and I soon shared a cigarette between us. Reasoning his clean living and general heath-nuttiness had gained his access to between her legs and mine, bare-cock fucking us both to orgasm, I let his look pass over me while sharing a knowing smile with June.

"I told you she's a hot one," she said to him, "didn't I?"

"Yeah June, you did. But, Damn girl!" He continued, "I never seen anything like that before!" Turning to me, he asked, "Did June really fuck you in the bathroom that night?"

It turned to her with a bemused smile and used a tone of feigned embarrassment to accuse her, "You told him about that!"

"I did," she stated boldly, with a tinge of pride in her voice, "I told him that after you left, when I went outside to 'have a cigarette'."

"Yeah," he concurred, "I followed her over to Bryant Park."

"And then?" I asked, knowing there was more to their interlude than they were letting on. The Cellar Bar is part of the hotel bearing the same name as the park, and the park is one of my favorites. Midtown high-rises and the NY Public Library frame the place; trees and walkways line the central lawn with café tables and chairs littered about the park. While truly a daytime oasis from the congestion that surrounds it, I would have been leery of entering that park after dark: Unless, of course, a 6'2" muscle-bound kickboxing instructor escorted me there.

"I told Carlos about you, made sure he had noticed you. He said you left the party in a fit of pique," she teased, "and I told him why. I told him you were like putty in my hands."

I remembered June had been in an elegant black pantsuit that evening, and that she would not have ruined her lipstick by sucking his cock. I surmised the rest, and asked her "Was he too?"

He got quiet at that moment, probably remembering the thought of this upper-class society woman stroking his hard cock, jacking him off like the trannie whores used to with their tricks back in the day locals referred to Bryant Park as 'Needle Park'. I smiled and thought I would never look at the shrubbery surrounding the central meadow with the same respect again.

"He was more like clay, hot throbbing clay," she added for emphasis, " and he shot his load into my mouth faster than you had cum for me."

"And you told me," I said with mock indignation, "that we couldn't kiss!"

"I didn't kiss Carlos" came her retort.

"But you sucked his cock" I accused her.

"No," she explained, "I sat in a chair and wrapped my lips around his cock then jacked him off into my mouth."

"And nobody noticed you" I voiced my thought.

"Nobody bothered us" he corrected me.

Indeed. Anyone approaching a man his size getting his cock serviced by a woman looking like June would soon after need physical therapy. June is the kind of woman who would have enjoyed kissing the guppy mouth of her husband after letting another man cum in hers, and I enjoyed having that image the one of them in the park bounce around in my mind, and wondered if the moon had bathed us all at the same moment.

The cigarettes extinguished, the drinks finished, and the recovery period over, June brought us back into our respective roles by telling Carlos, "Make her our bitch again." He swiftly went behind me, his hands bringing mine together, and the clasp re-attached to both my cuffs, binding my wrists back together. She led the way, me behind her, Carlos behind me with his hands on my shoulders pushing me back into June's Nest of Sex.

She turned and waited behind the door, waiting for us to enter the room, then closed and locked the door behind us. The quiet that passed between all of us served well to re-establish our previous mood, with the smell of arousal and sex adding to the electricity in the air, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Hold her tight, Carlos," she instructed him, "Hold her very tight. I don't want her to move." Addressing me next, she told me to open my legs, which I did with help from Carlos pressing a leg between mine. Though she had no reason to warn me, she wanted me to know what would come next. "I'm going to slap you, Susan. No, not your face, though I wish I could without further bruising you. I'm going to slap your tits and cunt."

Her open right hand went to my neck, using her thumb and forefinger to trace my throat and feel my choker. She scratched her nails down between my breasts and over my tummy, hard as she had when she marked my back our first time together. She seemed lost in thought by the time her nails scratched along the front and insides of my thighs, returning her hand until she pressed it between my breasts, feeling my hear beat in the palm of her hand.

"Should I start here," she asked, gently cupping each breast with her hands, "or here?" she finished her question by gently cupping my cunt with her right hand. She wanted me to choose, not an either/or selection, but the selection of the order.

"My breasts" I answered.

"Your what?" She asked while squeezing my pussy hard in her hand.

"Tits, my tits" I finally gasped at her. It seems a nebulous distinction, whether to call them breasts vs. tits, but I have always thought tits the more nasty of the two words. Then again, perhaps that was the point.

Her right hand went back, first measuring the arc of her swing, before she delivered to my left breast the first of many stinging slaps. Almost instantly, after her second slap landed on my right breast, my head fell forward and I sought to protect my body from her. Carlos took care of my errant movements by forcing his left arm down, pressing my arms straight back against his body, while pulling my braided hair back with his right hand. I could move in response to her slaps, but I could not protect my body from them.

She let her nails follow her hand when slapping my breasts, each one in turn, leaving a trail of red welling marks across my breasts, across my tits. Each tit swing freely after every slap, my natural 34Cs bouncing too and fro before her, before coming to a rest and dangling before her, ready for the next of her increasingly vicious slaps. The sounds of her hand striking my tits mixed sharper and higher with the sounds of my screams filling the tight enclosed space of the room.

Part 3