USA, 2024.
Accepting the change of scenery, not to mention different countries, Marian Wintergreen was happy to attend a week of meetings at the US offices of her company in Manhattan. The American arm had benefited from a new wave of success following the global pandemic, and Mrs. Wintergreen had been invited to learn how to transfer the blueprint of their positive results and sales to the UK. Eager to make an impression, the forty-two-year-old English executive took a cab directly from the airport to the New York HQ. The building was astounding and when she showed up in the main conference room, she was welcomed by all.
The room was on an open floor plan with ample space, and natural light illuminated the interior from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the Hudson River. Marian acted professionally and cordially during the admittedly boring office get-togethers, somewhat miffed at the top-heavy number of female officials, designers, and perfumers. There was one fellow, however, who piqued her interest. Liam Murphy, an upcoming businessman who was a brown-haired and blue-eyed fellow who had Irish descendants, and it was he who had been selected to accompany her over the next few days.
“And this is the first marketing deal we intend to push in England.”
Mrs. Harriet, the managing director, indicated a small display package on the long conference table in the middle of the airy penthouse office. Marian looked to her immediate left at Liam as they perused the contents and discussed further options. After a couple more hours of business, she and Liam left so that she could check into her hotel.
x
The Millennium Hotel is located in the centre of Times Square in midtown Manhattan. Marian’s all-paid-for guestroom featured floor-to-ceiling windows with a sweeping view of the New York City skyline. Her room had a king-size bed, a private bathroom, and a flat-screen television. The cool and confident woman nodded in approval and paused to take it all in. In tow behind her, Liam dropped her bags on the lush carpet and whistled.
“Not bad, Marian. Not bad.”
“Excuse me? Who is Marian? I am Mrs. Wintergreen to you, boy. I am your boss, understand? You will speak when I allow it, act when I say, and not until then.
“Understood, Mrs. Wintergreen.”
She spoke in an authoritative tone that he hadn’t even heard from his superior, the managing director, Mrs. Harriet. She looked him up and down and noted his ruddy complexion and ginger hair. He was taller than her and had a developed chest and biceps, although his legs were on the short side.
“You have Irish blood. No?” she asked in her plummy accent.
“Yes, Mar…Ma’am. My folks come from Kerry.”
“Ah, Kerry. Where they make the cheese. From now on, I shall refer to you as Cheese Boy. Now shoo.”
They exchanged knowing looks and Liam’s hands clenched and unclenched. He bowed slightly and retreated. Marian huffed and composed herself. She thought it wise to give her underlings her own unique approach. Stern and dominant as per usual. She liked to lord it over both men and women, and this trait hailed back many years. She had found it astonishingly easy to learn how to take charge automatically, to give orders, and to demand obedience.
She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror of the brightly lit bathroom and saw a tall female of five feet ten with slender limbs and lush auburn hair. Her attire was business-like yet comfortable. Her small rib knit jacket was unbuttoned and sat nicely over her round-neck sweater. Her knitted slim-fit skirt stretched seductively over her womanly hips and came down to mid-thigh level. She removed her jacket, kicked off her heels, and dove into the mini bar for a swift gin. She tipped her head back and swallowed the entire contents of the small bottle. As he smacked her lips, her eyes fell on an unfamiliar bag on the carpet.
“That’s not mine. It must belong to Murphy. The idiot!”
To make sure it was his, Marian opened the bag and retrieved some paperwork with the company logo. As she looked inside further she did a double take when she took out a pair of padded handcuffs. What’s more, she saw a pair of red fist mitts made from top-quality sheep leather, fully lined, and adjustable to fit almost all wrist sizes.
“He’s a dark horse,” she mused as she dug further to find a puppy dog bondage hood of premium-grade brown leather.
The mouth was shaped in a permanent ‘O’ and two ears sat on top. The rear was fully laced to ensure a tight fit and offered a leather strip to keep one’s hair from being caught in the lacing. By far the most interesting object was the fold-away leather paddle with multiple hearts cut out, which were intended to leave an imprint. It was six inches in length when Marian unfolded it, and she smiled when she struck her right thigh with it.
“I need to get one of these. Very nice.”
There was a timid rapping on her door, and she opened it to be greeted by Murphy. He smiled wanly and pointed over her shoulder.
“Beg your pardon, boss. But I think I may have left my bag in here by mistake.”
“Indeed. I’ll fetch it.” As Marian stooped to pick up the bag, she fancied the man’s eyes were burning a hole in the backside of her skirt. “Here.” Murphy took the bag back and did not fail to notice that it was open. He visibly sagged as he understood the Englishwoman had examined the shameful contents.
“Bye, for now, Cheese Boy.”
Again the insult. The stuck-up bitch. He would love to chastise her with his paddle. His shy appearance bore little indication of his true passion and somewhat uncommon leanings.
“Boss.”
x
The next two days consisted of tedious discussions of financial backing and deadlines. Marian and Murphy always sat side by side at the long table and the flirty vixen teased the American on occasion by hiking the hem of her already short dress up to the tops of her legs. Directly in Liam’s eyeline of course.
Oblivious to the others at the same table, the wanton minx gently ran her fingertips across the soft flesh of her bare inner thighs and squirmed in her seat accordingly. Liam twisted in his seat beside her as his eyes fixed on her busy hands under the table. Marian ate dinner alone in the hotel restaurant every night and took the occasional stroll outside to take in the wonders of the bustling 24-hour city.
x
The week passed slowly, and Marian was relieved when Friday was over. She still had the weekend to look forward to, and she had happily accepted the invitation from Mrs. Harriet to visit her home on Long Island. After a final dinner of New York strip steak with roasted potatoes and green beans, Back in her room, Marian soaked in a bubble bath and again raided the mini bar for drinks.
Clad in the complimentary fluffy white bathrobe tied off at the waist by the soft cord, she padded barefoot to the large bed in order to stretch out and relax. It was at that moment that Liam Murphy came up behind her and dragged the top of the robe down to her midriff. His right hand covered her throat, and she squirmed on her toes with her big bosom jiggling.
“Oh my god! Murphy? You made me jump! What are you doing here?”
His front bumped her as he held her in a firm grip. Marian felt her heart pound as the cool air from the air conditioning hardened her exposed nipples.
“No more games, bitch! You’ve been asking for a good spanking all week, you fucking tease.” His free hand cupped her muff between her parted legs as his breath hissed in her ear. “And I’m going to give it to you!”
Marian winced and reflected on her provoking behaviour that had led the man to this unexpected rage. At first, she felt childish. Then annoyed, and then intrigued.
“Who’s the boss now, Marian? You? Or me?”
“You are.”
“Louder, you posh tart.”
“You’re the boss.”
In a flash, Murphy had her arms behind her back and the cuffs slapped around her wrists. Marian was spun around to face the man, and her tits bounced on her chest as she thrust out from her shoulders. The top of the robe settled about her waist as her eyes dropped to his groin level.
“This is for you.”
As he gripped his erection that poked out from the fly of his pants, Marian studied the prominent ridges and veins in his rock-hard shaft as he stroked himself from root to tip.
“Suck it, then.”
She grunted an affirmative, and although her arms were secured behind her back, she proceeded to give him a hands-free blowjob. She bent down on her haunches and used her pink tongue to sweep up and down the underside of his rod before sliding back down the big blue vein that ran down one side. Then she pursed her lips, smothered his bell end, and kept them there.
As Liam looked down her mouth, she spit down his cock in slow-moving rivulets and tiny bubbles. His swollen dick tasted salty as she sucked on the top half of his throbbing tool. Her wicked and searching tongue lapped along his shaft, and she hummed in delight as his knob threatened to poke a neat hole in her left cheek each time she devoured him. Saliva bathed his balls and trickled into his scrotum.
“Five days. For five days, you’ve led me on. And by the way, whoever said the English accent is charming is full of bull. Your voice irritates me.”
Marian hummed an inaudible reply as she sucked and licked his hard organ, doing so without a second thought—an unconscious surrender to his and her base desires. She cocked her head and dove all the way down to his root. Slowly, she pulled back, leaving his cock slathered with saliva.
Murphy roughly grabbed the back of her head while the other fed her his dick. He sneered as she loudly glugged on his length, revelling in his dominance over her. With both hands on either side of her head, he fucked her face, shunting from the knees up. He pulled out when his prick was suitably wet, and he used it as a club to smack her on the cheek.
“Take that, you damn bitch!”
He pulled her robe away, and it puddled around her feet. She stood up and let him drink in her full naked glory, helpless and still with her arms cuffed behind her back.
The Irish-American was only twenty-eight, and he was suitably impressed with the older woman’s form. Her entire, slender body was there for his taking. Her long pins were flawlessly smooth, and her bottom was firm and lifted. Her breasts were not overly large, a C-cup at best, with quarter-sized light pink aureoles topped with hard nipples. Between her upper thighs was her plump pussy mound with just the right amount of pubic hair.
“So, boss. What do you plan to do with me now?”
“Anything I damn well want.”
Marian stood with her back straight, looking cool and imperious, still displaying her superiority. This was not the first time she had found herself in this situation, and her interest was piqued. She watched Liam as he started to strip off his clothes. Once he had shed his shirt, she saw that he had a fair amount of ginger hair on his chest, which wound down his front to his now exposed groin. His pants were off in a trice, and his thick dick was fully erect and thrust up over a pair of heavy balls.
He came nose to nose with her, and with eyes locked on each other, he ran his hands up her flanks and around her breasts. Her soft sighs assured him she was enjoying this, and he touched her with his muscular frame. His stiff dick tapped her moist pussy, and Marian parted her legs as if in invitation. Now his palms smoothed out her buttocks as he pushed in and let his cock run along her gash.
“You’re very stiff,” she said in as much of a nonchalant voice as she could muster.
She felt his hot breath on her upper cheek as he probed her yielding slit with two fingers. He easily slid inside her up to the second knuckle, and he teased her further by twisting around in her snug cunt. She moaned, and he groaned as they both relished her pleasure. He thumbed her clitoral area as he twirled his digits in tiny circles in her muff.
“I’m going to tie you to the bed, boss. And then I’m going to tan your hide.”
“Knock yourself out, Cheese Boy.”
“BITCH!”
In truth, Marian was highly pleased to play any role the younger man wished for. It had been a tiresome week, and the insatiable MILF had not had any relief from the sexual tension. She felt her stomach flutter with excitement as she contemplated his next move. She didn’t particularly like him, nor did she find him attractive. He was merely a way and means to get off. She was as submissive as she was dominant. It was just the way she was.
“Get on the bed.” Marian complied and managed to get onto her side with her arms fixed behind her. “No, I want you on your front.”
He crawled onto the bed and flipped her so that his knees pressed into the mattress on either side of her. He undid the cuffs on her wrists and raised her arms above her head. He cuffed her again so that her wrists were crossed over and hung at the top of the headboard. Her upper body was raised in an upward angle with her long legs sensually spread wide, exposing herself lewdly to the cheeky chap. From his point of view, he studied the superb view of her moist pussy sitting snugly between her parted thighs.
“Look at that. The ice queen came from England with no shame, showing me her pussycat like a cheap whore.”
Her outer flaps had folded back to show him her pinker inner folds and the enticing quim therein.
“Do I excite you, Cheese Boy? Er…boss?”
With his right hand, he reached out to caress and smooth out her raised bottom. Marian yelled as he spanked her left cheek with his open palm, the stroke of which sent out a rebounding echo in the luxury hotel room.
“Your ass does.”
He started circling her buttocks with both palms, and the next thing she knew was two more resounding cracks in her behind. Then another, and another, turning into a series of ten or so searing slaps, which had her pulling on her handcuffs. Just as suddenly as they had started, the blows stopped, and his fingers started exploring her nose again. Circling gently and slowly, but steadily faster and firmer, caused her to buck up and down. He stopped, and she tensed for the blow that was sure to follow.
“Now that you’re suitably warmed up, we can start properly.”
Marian heard, rather than saw, Liam take up his paddle to run over her vulnerable rump. She felt the coolness of the leather on her flesh, which made her pull on her cuffs. She hissed as he used the flat tip of the instrument to delve between her buttocks and drag up her pussy gash.
“Oh,” she moaned as the rough leather slid across her moistened labia.
The young man was acting in just the same manner she would if she were in his shoes. Teasing the subject to stoke sexual arousal, thereby increasing the lust throughout her sexy body. The wetness of her loins and the contact of the leather paddle sent a shiver of anticipation to every fiber of her body. She squirmed accordingly, and each movement made her tug on the cuffs just above her head. In her submissive position, Mrs. Wintergreen was reminded of her defencelessness, and her heart pounded.
“Are you ready, slut?”
“I’m…woof!”
The hot thump of the flattened paddle struck across both of her noses and the initial dull ache slowly turned to warmth. She wiggled from the waist down as Murphy rubbed the flat leather over her rounded rump. She jerked from the next series of blows that ricocheted off of her flesh, and as a result, her pussycat worked overtime, leaking juices and wetting her inner thighs.
“That’s it. Take it. Take this!”
The incredible cracks of the paddle on her bottom actually sounded worse than they really were, and she wondered if he was holding back or was merely a novice at the game. A plethora of strikes descended upon her without pause. The only gap in his assault was the time it took to draw back and deliver more stinging smacks. Her pussycat throbbed, not from pain but from her sexual stimulation. Her hips twisted from side to side as her chastisement continued. Finally, he stopped, and the only sound she could hear was his heavy breathing punctuated by his moaning as he jerked off.
“Well, it looks as if you got what you deserved,” he said, lightly touching her burning buttocks. “You won’t be sitting comfortably for quite some time, you smug cunt!”
Marian would have shrugged her shoulders if she was able to. Beads of cunt juice dappled her thighs and loins as the aroused chap ran a finger up her damp slit.
“I can’t get it up unless I am in a dominant position, you see.” Liam suddenly lunged forward, not stopping his pelvic thrust until his throbbing hard member was fully inserted in the gaping pussycat of the bent-over Englishwoman.
The initial penetration was a surprise, followed by acute disappointment when he pulled back all the way out. As she pouted in sheer frustration, she frowned.
“Put it back in, you bastard!”
She gasped as her head was snapped back by her loose hair so that his lips met her left ear.
“You want it, then?”
“Mm, hmm! Yes, I do. Lots!”
Liam obliged and mounted the pleading MILF once more, only to withdraw completely.
“For fuck sake!”
With her head pulled up, she looked at the ginger-haired fellow tall stud upside down as he yanked her hair and then pushed into her pussycat with every inch of his hot rod.
“You bitch! By the time we’re finished, you’ll hardly be able to walk.”
His dominant tone was meant to demonstrate his authority as he began to fuck her hard, plunging up inside her hot box with his whole length. He released her head, gripped her by the hips, and pulled her back against his body as he thrust up into her cunt. His groin slapped on her raw bottom with wet-sounding smacks of hot flesh on hot flesh. His lunges were welcomed by the ravenous vixen as he bent his knees for deeper penetration.
“Ooo!”
As an encore, Marian received a few smacks across her cheeks from his open hand, and the resulting shocks added to the delicious warmth in her loins. Her backside rippled from the relentless, but divine, hammering he was dishing out. Their mutual groans of pleasure spurred them on as he thrust into her repeatedly. In her element, Marian jiggled her locked wrists and ground back onto his throbbing cock. Her pussy muscles massaged his shaft, driving him towards the edge.
He pulled out of her, and he took a moment to enjoy the gratification of her reddened bottom and runny cunt. He ran his hands along her buttocks, and his cock wagged in front of him. Savouring the moment, he rubbed it back and forth over her crack, pressing his swollen knob at her pussy entrance without entering her.
“Fuck me! I ordered it!”
This tease was worse than the beating for her, and her pussycat ached for a response. He pushed inside of her once more, and his cock spread her folds out wide. He followed up until his stomach was pressed against her warm nates. Despite her stature in the company, Liam smiled as he felt the older woman tremble on his length. Still enjoying the advantage, he humped her hard and fast.
To his credit, Mrs. Wintergreen cried out and moaned loudly as she climaxed, and Liam could not contain himself at this display of wanton abandon. He rammed his cock in as hard as he was able to, causing him to spurt his hot cum deep inside of her. His body jerked spasmodically as he felt the most intense relief.
Now that the fucking was over, silence enveloped the room. With her ruffled hair falling over her shoulders, Marian was uncuffed and allowed to fall away unfettered. She took a moment to massage her smacked bottom and turned over. In the blink of an eye, Murphy had grabbed his stuff and vanished. She was alone.
She wondered if their paths might cross again. Given the distance between London and New York, it was unlikely. As she took another bottle of gin from the mini bar, the English MILF turned her thoughts to the weekend and her upcoming visit to Mrs. Harriet’s home. Apparently, she had a palatial house north of the city in the Long Island Sound, and Marian felt she was due a much-needed escape from Manhattan.
“I just hope that this trip will be worth the bother.”
The managing director of the New York office had promised her British visitor lots of surprising pass times all lined up especially for her, adding that she and her were kindred spirits.
x
Driving out to Long Island from the city was an eye-opener for Marian Wintergreen. Instead of inhaling exhaust fumes from the countless yellow cabs and steam from the heating system under the streets, they now gave way to fresh air. The sunshine was golden, and there were fabulous rays of light that had been blotted out by the numerous skyscrapers.
The island lies roughly to the north of New York City in the Long Island Sound, and Marian felt ready to leave for England. Just this weekend to get through, and she would be done. As she shifted in the driver seat of her rented motor car, she blinked in the harsh sunlight. She followed the car’s navigation and closed in on the home of Lois Harriet’s residence, located in Huntington Bay near the Yacht Club. She eventually found the waterfront estate as the sky had begun to darken. The house was of a limestone French Provencal-inspired design, and as she drove through the gated entrance, she saw the highly paid businesswoman at the front door of the large shingle-style home.
The middle-aged American was a huge-breasted blonde, slightly wide about the hips, and had clear blue eyes. She was dressed in a floral sleeveless maxi dress with a plunging V-neckline that hinted at her ample bosom. The maxi skirt fell freely over her hips, creating a flattering silhouette. Now away from the hustle and bustle of New York, Lois gave off an aura of challenging sensuality.
“Welcome, welcome.”
The radiant blonde hugged Marian, and the forty-two-year-old Englishwoman returned the warm gesture. She was looking very chic and trimming herself in her tight-fitting and backless halter dress. Just behind Lois, she noticed a younger counterpart of the hostess. She also had the bluest of eyes and the fairest of hair.
“This is Mia. Call her my secretary if you will. You’re just in time for dinner.”
Marian nodded to Mia, who lagged somewhat and was accompanied by two very tall and very rugged fellows all in black.
“Oh, and this is Oliver and Donald. My caterers for the weekend. Now. We always dress for dinner. Mia will show you your room, where I’ve laid out a little something I would love for you to put on. I hope you’ll indulge me in my selfish ways.”
“I’m sure that will be fine.” Marian smiled, a little curious as to the meaning of her words.
Lois left her with the younger girl, and Marian watched her as she tottered off with a swaying behind and rolling hips. Marian made no secret of the fact that she harboured bisexual tastes and had been aroused on more than one occasion by attractive and available females.
x
“Dress for dinner? You cannot be serious! The woman must be some sort of twisted pervert.”
Marian dressed in her chosen outfit for the evening and joined the others in the main room downstairs for cocktails. All eyes were on her when she showed her face. Well, not on her face, as she was wearing a revealing lingerie set that showed off her slender figure to its best and most striking advantage.
“Marian! Do join us. You look terrific!”
Mrs. Wintergreen bowed dramatically and spread her hands. She had squeezed her upper body into a black satin corset, the front of which pushed up her tits and pulled in her waist. Her nipples pressed against the cups, as they were already erect and distended. The sexy item ended low on her hips, to the point where her nearly see-through pants outlined her mons. She wore sheer black mesh stockings and a pair of matching five-inch heels with saucy, cute ankle straps.
“Thank you, Lois. You too look…er.”
“I know! Isn’t it wild?”
The statuesque Mrs. Harriet stood proud and forbidding with her hands on hips and legs braced apart. She was clad in a tube dress of wafer-thin rubber that seemed moulded to her voluptuous bust, womanly hips, and big behind. She wore six-inch heels that further increased her already tall figure.
Mia, who now looked to be no more than twenty, had on a topless satin waspie with transparent side panels and see-through matching panties. Her fair pubic mound was visible to all and her depression and mound jutted forward between her upper thighs. In a pair of skyscraper heels, she even towered over her boss. They took their drinks and made their way to the dining room where a very long table of polished oak was filled with various hot dishes and bottles of red and white wine. The room was large and was brightly lit.
“Ah, here he is.”
Marian watched Harriet attach a length of chain to a leather brace that was tied around a man’s neck. She tugged on it and he was obliged to follow her as she pranced up and down in her high heels. On closer inspection, the bemused Englishwoman saw he wore a sleeveless black rubber shirt against his bare chest, the tightness of which showed off every detail of his upper torso. Apart from this garment he had on a pair of extremely short rubber briefs with a rubber codpiece attachment. His backside was exposed and as he tried to walk, the briefs bit into his skin. Over his head was a black hood with openings for his eyes and mouth. This evening promised one that would lack all and every inhibition.
“You remember Liam Murphy. He informs me that you like a bit of the old BDSM. Well, don’t we all? Hah, hah! We’ve also heard gossip from across the pond about your wicked rule of the crop. Splendid. You’re a rebel after my own heart. We shall have fun tonight.”
That was Cheese Boy under the hood? That was rich. And what did these people really know about her life back home?
Before she could enquire, dinner was served and they all sat. Liam was rudely made to sit by the feet of the hostess and was given treats like any other lapdog. As the meal was brought forward, Marian saw that Oliver and Donald were both stark naked as they busied themselves with dishes and topping up glasses.
“It was my late husband who put me on the slippery slope of fetishism. Robert liked all things rubber and latex. He could get off even at a motor car race. The smell of the tires you see. I’ve since become well-versed in the arts of discipline, obedience, and bondage.”
The meal was palatable and formal, and a little out of the ordinary considering the near nakedness of the diners. After forty-five minutes, Lois rose and led the party to another room, where more wine was offered on a glass table. This room was no less breathtaking, with two glass doors that led out to the veranda. The sun had gone down, and the stars began to appear in a cloudless sky. Seated opposite Marian, Lois was knee-to-knee with Mia. As she continued to speak, the middle-aged blonde stroked the leg of her so-called secretary, who wiggled provocatively on her bottom.
Fueled by this sight, too many glasses of Californian, and the meal of crab and asparagus pappardelle, Marian felt a frisson of excitement. After the previous night’s warm-up with Cheese Boy, she was up for anything that might occur. She was no stranger to the more unconventional, and the resulting excitement made itself evident between her thighs. She especially stole furtive glances at Oliver and Donald, both of whom stood patiently just a few feet away. Still in the buff and sporting impressive, yet so far dormant, members. Either one of these men would prove to be a more adequate lover when given the chance to indulge.
“Robert’s research made him begin to understand the vast landscape of kink and fetish practices. He and I embarked on this journey, delving into books, websites, and forums dedicated to BDSM, role-play, fetish exploration, and other kink-related subjects. We absorbed knowledge and insight from these arts and incorporated new elements into our sexual repertoire. Activities that deviated from the conventional, like bondage, spanking, and tease and denial, I miss him dearly. We shall now go to my playroom.”
Lois took the hand of Mia and led the way to another room just up the stairs on the left. This room was windowless, and Marian noted the walls were covered by acoustically designed two-inch panels, which were meant to provide soundproofing. On further inspection, she saw a long kind of padded bondage table in the centre and a two-tier reinforced clothes rail with a wide array of corsets, leather and rubber costumes, and highly polished stiletto shoes and boots. Marian was particularly impressed by the array of ropes, cords, paddles, and bamboo canes along one wall.
“This is where I entertain only my very special guests and play games. Being a self-righteous bitch of the highest order, I try to use it at least once a month. I know what I like, and I get what I like served up on a plate. What would you say if I told you I could give you the most earth-shattering climax of your life?”
Maran felt her loins tingle in response, and she cocked her head. Her slender form in the sleek lingerie ached with excitement, and her mind was filled with wild fantasies. The cups of her corset rubbed at her nipples, which were quite hard and pointed with passion. Her see-through pants felt moist now, and her juiced-up pussy was evident for all to see.
“I would say, bring it on,” she answered impulsively.
‘Bravo, my dear. Excellent! Donald? do the honours.”
Marian was pointed in the direction of the three-foot-long bondage table on four metal legs and then invited to lay on her front horizontally along it.
“There is a prevailing belief that using bondage furniture necessitates the use of tools to spank and cause pain. An obvious assumption, but not the only one, as I will now demonstrate.”
The shape of the sturdy-looking bench meant that Marian was in a sort of kneeling position with her hands and knees resting on pads that were lower by twelve inches than the main body. With practiced efficiency, Oliver secured her wrists with blue cords to the two front pads. Donald tied off her ankles to the rear pads with more of the same fine cords. For a moment, it was as if she were floating on air, despite her wrists and ankles being securely tied. Now in this restrained doggy-type position, Marian was forced to look straight ahead while her rear end was perfectly poised and open for offers.
“What a picture you do make.”
She heard the creak of the Domme’s rubber dress and a rhythmic click clicking of high heels as Lois moved where Marian’s rump stuck out. The MILF felt a rush of exhilaration as she squirmed on top of the bench. She thought she heard Lois rub her hands together behind her, and the next thing she knew was two hands smearing her bottom, anus, and pussycat with lubricant. Marian gulped as the cool lube was worked onto her puffy labia and the soft inner folds of her cunt.
“Very nice,” said the rubber-clad Domme as she slipped two fingers inside her moistened muff. “How is that?”
“Very pleasing. Ow!”
Marian reacted to a sudden smack from the open hand of the managing director, which caught her square on her vulnerable buttocks. A couple more errant spanks followed on both of her cheeks and two palm-shaped blotches reddened them.
“Just warming you up, dear.”
Lois smacked the backs of her thighs as close to her pussycat as was permissible without touching. With her face looking forward still, Marian then heard but did not see the unmistakable sound of a vibrator being switched on. Her bum wiggled in anticipation as the buzzing toy was rubbed lightly up and down her damp slit. With her backside in such a position, Lois could observe the pink flesh of her inner folds as her labia were pushed out.
“Oh, shit!”
With the lube and the results of her arousal, Marian was sopping wet down there. The tip of the vibrator was directly on her clitoral area, and the toy hummed loudly as it buffed her hard nub.
“Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!”
She made two fists in her cuffs as Lois moved the toy up to her tiny asshole. She gasped as she realized the vibe was going to be inserted in her shitter. Her anal ring slowly expanded as the tip was sucked inside her. She felt her anal muscles spasm as the thing was pushed deeper into her rectum. Marian took this all in her stride as her anus stretched out from the in-and-out sliding of the buzzing vibrator.
“This is splendid! You’re gaping back there. Now we can take things up a notch. Mia? Help the boys.”
Marian twisted her head to see as she heard the sound of some contraption or other being pulled closer to her rear.
“What is it?”
“It is a fully controlled sex machine fitted with two silicone dildos. One each for pussycat and ass. Are you game?”
Mia adjusted the chrome-plated steel arms so that both were aligned with Marian’s nether holes.
“Yes, I am.”
“I promise you the orgasm of a lifetime.”
“Okay.”
The machine was switched on, and she was surprised at the quiet motor of the device, which purred no louder than the pocket vibrator. The rods moved back and forth, and Emma gasped as the ends of both lubed-up dildos bumped against her from behind.
“Now, this may feel odd to begin with, but you’ll soon learn to embrace it.”
“Oh, oh, oooer!”
Marian stiffened as her cunt and ass were plundered at the same time with unerring and nonstop accuracy. Wriggling on the bondage bench, she received the twin rubber cocks, which invaded the very depths of her slick holes. The machine must have been on the slowest level, as both dildos moved in and out slowly but surely.
“How is it?”
“I…want to…to…”
The speared MILF guessed that the machine must have been rolled up closer, and she was double-fucked with an extra two inches of cock. Unable to oppose the double penetration, she had to just grin and bear it. Her tight asshole gripped the anal dildo as it began to stretch out her ring, and the pussy dick rode in and out intensely. Marian knew she was already close to her first orgasm. A mere three minutes after insertion. She dropped her face to the bench as she achieved a vaginal climax.
“Faster, Mia.”
Marian shut her eyes tighter, and the arms of the machine pumped back and forth at faster strokes. The look on her face was priceless, as both toys were inside her by up to five inches. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply. The dildos never let up, retreating and then persistently thrusting back in over and over.
“I…don’t…believe…it!”
The amazing fucking machine was now synchronized by Mia so that the anal dildo pushed in as the vaginal one withdrew. So, at least one of her fuck holes would be filled at any given time. A serious turn-on. She had another thunderous orgasm, and her heart pounded in front of her white corset. Her juices poured out of her spasming pussycat as she bucked and shook in her restraints.
“It’s like nothing else I’ve encountered!”
Still, the machine fucked her, pumping her cunt and ass deeper and more powerfully. Another orgasm took hold, and she bathed the now slippery toy with a flood of her fluids.
“Oh, FUCK!”
Marian’s pussy had become a frothy cream puff, and her asshole audibly squelched and farted involuntarily. Her inner thighs were saturated by a mix of her cum and the lubricant, and her chosen lingerie was drenched in sweat. Mia pulled the machine back, and Marian slumped on the soaked bench as her cunt made fewer and fewer spasms. Her whole body felt like jelly as the two naked caterers slowly helped her out of her binds.
x
The next day saw an understandably drained Mrs. Wintergreen have a long lie-in. As the Long Island sunshine filtered through the curtains, she finally roused and showered. She padded naked to the window and tilted her face up to the sunshine. This latest episode had been exhilarating for her, and the mind-blowing pleasure she had enjoyed only piqued her interest in more of the same. She looked over at a chair that had been purposely put in clear view by the bed. Draped over the back was yet another outfit for her to wear. Marian held up the flimsy garment and put it on.
“This is nice.”
Indeed, the long-haired female looked striking in the white corset with a front eye closure and crisscross ribbon lacing in the back. The sleeves were sheer, and her arms were quite visible. The bottom sat on her hip bones, and as she found no underwear, she assumed her pussy would be bared for all to see. Over the top, she put on the black under-bust girdle that laced up the front and resembled a wide-body belt. She sat down in the same chair and pulled on a lovely pair of white lace and Lycra stay-up stockings. To go with these were a pair of five-inch heels wrapped in white patent leather for a sultry look.
“Wow!”
“Wow, indeed. Let’s go down.”
Lois had come into the room to greet her. Marian did a double take as she took in the American MILF, who had poured herself into a shiny black PVC leather catsuit. The full-body jumpsuit ensured she had a sleek and sexy look, with the tight latex fit accentuating her womanly curves. A bold zipper ran from her throat to her crotch and disappeared up her back.
“Well, you look like you need some refreshment, Marian. We already had breakfast, but I think I can tempt you with something a little special.”
Lois stepped back, and Marian saw what she meant. Oliver and Donald. On a plate.
“There you go, my dear. They are yours to do with what you wish.”
Marian licked her lips, and her right hand stole to the exposed, warm cleft between her silky thighs. Her nipples stiffened, and she was aware of her own breathing, which was loud in her ears. She looked at both men with an acute fascination, especially their magnificent erections. They were stripped completely as before and were seated on a two-seat couch side by side.
“Thank you.”
Without hesitation, Marian tottered in her high heels back and forth in front of them, unashamedly letting both of them enjoy her becoming a figure. She kneeled before them and gladly took both men in her fists and stroked their pulsating dicks simultaneously. She turned to Donald, shifted on her knees, and caressed his full length. His shaft was rock hard, and the veins pulsed in her slim fingers as she rubbed it from the root up to the ominous-looking, purple knob.
“Hello,” she said politely to the blue-eyed man, who nodded back.
She dipped her head and attempted to suck on him by taking the bloated crown between her pursed lips, salivating, and dribbling down his upright pole. Her rather small mouth was stretched to the limit as she sucked on the bell end while rubbing his rigid stalk. Her clean hair fell across his abdomen as she blew hot breath on his helmet and used her luscious lips to kiss it repeatedly.
“My turn?” asked Oliver, wagging his cock at her.
“Certainly.”
Lois watched her turn to the other stud as she began to wank his huge erection. She languidly gave the underside of the shaft one enormous lick before finally taking the head fully in her mouth. She made loud and altogether vulgar sucking sounds deliberately, something she knew aroused most men. Her red lips were tight around his knob as her head began to move up and down, which caused her to slide down further. The drool from her mouth increased as she feverishly licked and sucked on the swollen shaft. She redoubled her efforts to take in even more of his thickness, but her mouth was unable to accept the whole thing.
“Goodness! I have got to fuck someone,” she decided as her pussycat tingled like mad.
Straddling Oliver first, she reached down and held his thick log in both hands, twisting them in opposite directions as she shifted her lower body. His huge helmet pushed open her soft folds as she moved on his thick dick. Her thighs jerked as her wet juices spilled out and bathed his throbbing organ. She planted her palms on his chest as she began a slow up-and-down motion, sliding on three-quarters of his rampant pole. Oliver stroked the firm cheeks of her bottom as she rose and fell on his desirable boner. Her bum rubbed on his scrotum as she pushed down harder on him. She dragged the toes of her heels on the carpet as she fucked him nice and slow.
“That is big!” she observed as she gave herself a breather.
“I know, my dear. I know.”
Shaking her head, Marian moved to her left and cautiously lowered herself onto Donald’s upright cock, and with petite rocking motions, she dropped down her yearning pussycat onto him. Her wetness allowed her to sink easier, and the feel of his muscular legs against her softer, more supple thighs made her sigh with her rising excitement. Her hips rolled as she shunted back and forth, loving how his thick organ stretched out her pussy walls. He pawed at her bare buttocks as she set about fucking the stud harder. She pushed down all the way until his meaty pole was totally embedded inside of her. She rolled her hips and gripped his cock fiercely by squeezing her cunt muscles.
“Having fun?” asked her hostess as she creaked in her rubber suit.
The blonde MILF had brought her big zip down from the neck and back up to her tailbone, thus enabling access to her other regions. And taking advantage of this was none other than Murphy, who had mounted her doggy style and was shagging her ten to the dozen. She squealed in delight as he rammed into her with a certain urgency.
“Ooh, stick it in me; there you go!”
Liam had a tight-fitting rubber tank top and little else as he gripped her waist in his PVC gloves. He pulled her back onto his full length and slammed in and out with a deep stroking motion. Lois sighed and hissed as her body was rocked to and fro and her body suit made all sorts of rasps and squeaks.
Marian was also being taken on all fours by Oliver. He had her tits in his hands as he pawed her top savagely. Donald had his dick in her mouth, and all three shunted back and forth in an erotic-looking three-way rut. Oliver drove himself as hard and deep as he could, just as she swallowed most of Don’s cock. She was pounded mercilessly, and the force of the one slamming into her from behind pushed her further and further down on the other cock she was happily choking and gagging on. Oliver used his hands as leverage to pull her forcibly back onto his cock, and Marian buckled at the knees as his rampant cock sprang up into the roof of her mouth and he gushed the contents of his full balls down her throat. With her mouth spewing out cum, Oliver groaned behind her back, and he spurted arcs of thick, pearly cum up over her spine and backside.
“May I join in?”
“Mia had entered the room butt-naked, and Lois smiled at her younger counterpart. Liam took a seat in an armchair, and the bright-eyed filly turned her back to him and sat in his lap in a reverse cowgirl position. She reached down and lifted his cock to her entrance, and her juicy pussy enveloped his stiff dick.
He grabbed onto her waist in his gloves and thrust up into the young blonde. The girl was no novice, and she bent forward and pushed back, perfectly capturing his shaft inside her irresistible muff. She immediately began to fuck him fast, bouncing madly on his sweaty groin. With a loud gasp, she forced her pussycat down and engulfed every inch of him. bottoming out as she rode him hard. Then, she released a torrent of cum with such force that the spray from her pussycat erupted out from between the rutting couple and coated his balls. Lois did not remain idle, and she plunged her tongue deep inside her girl to lap up the sweet prize.
Murphy’s turgid prick plopped out, and his mistress grabbed onto his joystick and jerked him off to orgasm. His cum roared out of his cock, and the resulting globs landed on Mrs. Harriet’s shiny body suit. She squeezed out the last drops and then backed up and handed his hose to Mia, who inserted his cock into her mouth to suck him clean. Mrs. Wintergreen felt a mess, and it took a few moments to pull herself together. Her hair was mussed, her face was sticky, and her stockings were ripped. The room was quiet, with steady breathing and light voices as she looked at the blonde MILF in the arms of Mia.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Harriet. I needed that! Thank you for tonight. I never, in my wildest imagination, thought we could share an experience like this! If ever you visit the old country, I will endeavour to repay your kindness. They sat casually and gradually wound down after the fuck fest until Lois said that she was famished and ordered dinner to be prepared.
END
