Kristin: Office Furniture

"On your hands and knees." Logan commanded.

"Yes master." Kristin quickly complied. She arched her back and presented her athletic ass to Logan. Her lust addled mind temporarily forgetting the numbing ache that the belt had left in her backside.

"Good, a little lower in the front. On your elbows."

"Like this master?" Kristin dropped a little lower. Her tight ass making a pleasant heart shape.

"Perfect." Logan said before turning to his wife. "Hey Chelsea, do you like your new lounge?"

Chelsea smoothly slid of the desk and sauntered towards the kneeling woman. "It's beautiful, looks comfortable too." She stated before sitting on the middle of Kristin's back.

Kristin's toned midsection and shoulders flexed with the added weight. Her active lifestyle and long history of physical fitness adjusting for the strain. She felt the heat of her mistress' pussy and the pleasant squish of her ass.

Logan smiled and walked towards his wife. He then adjusted her so that the back of her head rested on Kristin's ass. Next he hooked his arms underneath Chelsea's knees, exposing her moist cunt in all it's juicy glory. He then positioned himself between her legs, his own legs spread so as not to make Kristin support his weight too. No need to make her fall flat on her face, what he had planned was going to **** the poor girl enough.

"Ffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk." Chelsea moaned as she felt her husbands cock slowly spear into her wet folds. The heat radiated through her core as he slowly pumped. She let out another moan as Logan sheathed himself inside her completely. "Oh my god, you're so fucking biggggg."

Logan grinned and continued his steady rhythm. He felt Kristin's hair tickling his balls and taint with each stroke. Chelsea was gripping him tightly and her pussy was making the most satisfying sounds. Logan could feel his low hanging nuts smacking against Chelsea's plush ass, as well as the toned firmness of Kristin's back. He watched with pleasure as his wife's face twisted in pleasure. He reached out and swatted Kristin's ass, eliciting another cry from the neglected bombshell.

"Ow, thank you master." Kristin called out. Her arms and midsection were burning from compensating for Logan's thrusts. She felt the sexual fluids from Chelsea on her shoulder blades. Kristin could also feel Chelsea orgasm. Her, so far, ignored pussy was leaking onto the carpet with jealous arousal.

"Oh fuck oh fuckohfuckohhhhhhhhhhhh." Chelsea moaned as another orgasm ripped through her. Her smile was wide and genuine. "Stop for a second baby."

"But I was just starting to have fun."

"Don't worry you'll love it." Chelsea replied as she worked herself off Logan's impressive tool. His cock wetly slapped against Kristin's back and caused the busty tan to let out a tortured groan. "On your feet pet."

"Yes mistress." Kristin smartly replied, relieved to have the weight of both her master and mistress fucking off her back. Her body was covered in her own sweat and sexual juices. The smell of it was incredibly arousing and her not getting any relief sexually was making it even worse for the poor girl.

"I think we both deserve a treat." Chelsea said to her husband before kissing him deeply. She spun away from him and bent over the desk. She spread her ass to show off her moist pussy and puckered asshole.

Logan quickly made his way to the glorious ass before him. He marveled in her creamy white skin and just how large Chelsea's ass was when she was bent over. (She's like a fucking breeder.) He thought to himself. Before he could re-sheathe his iron dick, he was stopped by his wife.

"Let's let Kristin have a little fun. Come here pet." Chelsea commanded with a purr.

"Yes mistress." Kristin was happy to comply. She was ready to do anything to satisfy her sexual appetite.

"Good girl, I feel like getting my ass fucked. You get the privilege of getting my ass ready, and lubing up my husbands cock."

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress."

"Good, now stroke your pussy and use that to jack off Logan. While you do that, eat my ass."

Kristin set about her work with gusto. Quickly frigging herself and burying her face in Chelsea's ass. Kristin built as much spit as she could so that Chelsea's ass would be plenty prepared. At the same time she blindly reached for Logan's dick. She moaned into Chelsea's backside as she felt his firm cock. She worked Logan with her left while masturbating with her right. Her pussy leaked as she plunged her fingers in and out quickly.

"No cumming." Logan demanded. He heard Kristin groan in frustration before she began jacking him off with both hands.

"Fffff.......That's enough Kristin. I'm so fucking ready." Chelsea interrupted. "Guide him in for me pet."

"Yes mistress." Kristin replied as she stood up straight. She grabbed Logan by his dick and gently pushed it into Chelsea's tight ass.

Chelsea hissed and Logan groaned at the unbelievable tightness. Kristin watched with jealousy as Logan slowly pulled his dick part way out of Chelsea's ass and push it back in. Logan began to pick up his pace as Chelsea got accustomed to his girth. His cum-filled balls slapped against Chelsea's cunt, causing her to orgasm yet again. Logan was already close to cumming but Chelsea's contractions pushed him over the edge. He grasped at Chelsea's hips and unloaded deep into her welcoming ass.

Kristin was fidgeting in place as Logan and Chelsea collapsed in post orgasmic bliss.

"Kristin." Logan said, still hunched over.

"Yes master?" Kristin asked, hopeful that her punishment was over.

"Order some pizza. I'm fucking starving."

"That's not my name." Chelsea cheekily responded

"Yes master." Kristin acknowledged with disappointment in her voice.

"Don't worry Kris, I'll fuck you when you get home. And no more 'master' talk." Logan grinned.

"Yay thanks daddy. Just make sure I cum like super hard."

Kristin's smile was short lived as Chelsea cleared her throat.

"You may have gotten off the hook with Logan." Chelsea warned grimly, before breaking into a smile herself. "But you owe me some girl on girl before you leave."

"Awww thanks mistress." Kristin replied, fusing her submissive and bubbly personality.

"I think that's something I'd like to see." Logan commented.

"Chair's over there." Chelsea pointed with her thumb over her shoulder before locking lips with Kristin.