Jess was laid over Derek’s knee, her bare ass a warm pink and getting more pink with every slap of her boyfriend's palm. She had lost count now but he must be up near 50, and she yelped with each firm smack.
Perhaps Jess had been out of line. But if this was discipline, why did she feel like she was going to orgasm every time she felt his hand on her ass?
Hit me again, she kept thinking. Yeah. Again. A little harder.
And just what did Mark have in mind, standing there watching, naked?
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Derek had long wanted to see his girlfriend fuck another man, surreptitiously, from behind the door of the bedroom closet. Or so he had thought.
But when he came home from work an hour early, and saw Jess kneeling in front of Mark, his hands on her hips as he bored fully into her, he had reconsidered.
She was offended by the idea at first, but only for a time. As she and Derek discussed it, Jess grew more and more aroused. She had known Mark as a casual neighbor from two doors down. He’d come over innocently enough to borrow some cream. So how the hell had she wound up on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging out of her tanktop, as he pounded her savagely from behind?
With each of his thrusts, she was thinking: maybe this is the guy Derek will see me fuck. And then it was no longer a hypothetical, when he walked in the door.
Derek didn’t take this well. He didn’t yell; he didn’t have to. But she saw in his eyes an expression she neither recognized nor liked. Mark pulled from her pussy and clambered to a chair in the corner, wilting, as Derek drew the belt from his trousers.
Jess thought he was going to swing it, but he threw it onto the bed and pushed his pants and briefs to his ankles. He was semi-erect.
“Come here,” he demanded of her, as he took his position on a small chair. She obeyed, and he pushed her across his lap. The smell of sex hung in the air.
“You couldn’t wait, could you?” he asked, not awaiting an answer as his flat palm found the firm cheek of her ass. She winced, but did not cry out.
“Derek, you said...”
“I said nothing,” he said, cutting her off.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“You,” he said to Mark. “Come over here.”
Mark complied with remarkably no resistance, and then she wondered.
“Stroke your cock,” Derek said. “Get it hard again. You wanted to fuck in my house? Well, now’s your chance.”
Mark began stroking, and now he was no more than a foot away from Jess, who watched with great interest. Just minutes ago that thick slab of meat was filling her body. Now it was filling her imagination.
With every slap, Jess felt her insides shiver. She was so close to orgasm, so fucking close. And then Mark stopped.
“Suck his cock,” he said to her, and she didn’t need to be asked twice. She tasted herself on his flesh, and she drew him deeply into her mouth, nearly displacing her tonsils with his cockhead.
Mark fucked her face, and Derek again began his gentle abuse.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Now, get up.”
Jess struggled to her feet, Derek’s cock springing up as she crawled off his lap.
“On the bed.”
She threw herself down on her back. Her dreams were going to come true. She was going to be fucked by two men, at once, and it was going to be better than that.
“Your belt.”
Derek was talking to Mark, and he understood completely. Swiftly he took his own belt, and Derek took his, and they wrapped the leather around Jess’s wrists, lacing her to the bedposts. Not viciously; just enough to keep her in place.
“Now, beautiful... it’s time for YOU to watch.”
Her eyes grew wide as Derek crawled up between her thighs and assumed the same position she had been in only a few minutes earlier. She looked down between his legs, her lover's engorged cock twitching involuntarily, his balls hanging loose.
Mark sprung up behind him, his cock shiny and wet from her saliva. Oh, fuck.
Now he was going to take Derek.
She squeezed her thighs together as best she could, desperate to relieve the tension that had built to a fever pitch. But she needn’t have bothered, because Derek's face soon was burrowed into her bald pussy, probing deep and scooping upwards to gather her plentiful juices.
He didn’t expect Mark's cock to fill his ass in one smooth push, and he nearly bit her clitoris with the sensation, reaching beneath himself to stroke his throbbing shaft. Mark bored ahead, his balls slapping Derek's as he fucked him doggy-style, Derek nearly smothering himself in Jess’s moist, womanly folds.
She nearly blacked out when the orgasm tore through every cell in her body. She felt a hot wetness on her belly; Derek had come in a generous, noisy rush, his creamy yield spurting into a pool in her navel.
Mark was in perfect synch, and he emptied his balls into Derek's tight ass, howling.
The bed nearly buckled as the two men collapsed, their weight crushing Jess. Derek's tongue found his own come and he traced it up to her small, puckered left areola, swirling it in a tiny circle around the swollen nipple, Mark’s cock still buried in his behind.
They reached to the bedposts and freed her wrists, each man kissing the one they had tied.
Jess sighed blissfully, breathtaking. She would be fucked again tonight, of that she was certain. And as she heard the closet door open, she hoped that Mark’s emerging, naked girlfriend had had enough light to take her photographs.
