The Scene Begins

“That’s it, pretty little slut,” Astrid cooed as she looked down at Felicity. “Eat up and make sure you get my taste all over the pretty face of yours. Forehead to fucking chin.”

The start of the scene had begun as soon as Astrid entered Marc’s apartment. She had arrived dressed in a long peacoat under which she was wearing a leather bustier that pushed her tits out nicely and a leather skirt with slits on either side for easy movement. Her legs were clad in thigh-high stockings, and as she walked in she pulled a pair of black lace gloves out of the pocket of her coat and slipped them on.

Marc and Felicity had assumed their roles quickly. Mark was dressed in a suit, playing the recently-arrived Husband, and Felicity their coed toy who had come running at their call. Astrid had put Felicity to work immediately, as if she and Marc had spent a long day at work, getting her scurrying around to serve them wine and clean up areas of the apartment. Marc, for his part, played detached and aloof. As Felicity dusted things that didn’t need dusting, or fluffed the pillows on the couches, Astrid tutted and criticised, slowly disrobing Felicity. First went her sweater, a University of Toronto student sweater she’d brought with her. That left her in a sexy bra that Mark hadn’t seen her in before, and he smiled softly when he noticed Felicity glance over at him for his thoughts. He nodded softly before resuming his aloof demeanour.

The sweatpants went next, showing off Felicity’s big, juicy butt in a pair of panties that edged on being a thong. The bra and panties quickly followed and Felicity was left naked and bare, and then Astrid sat on the couch next to Marc and pretended to make small talk about their day as Felicity was made to massage her stocking-clad feet, and then Marc’s in his socks.

Things progressed quickly from there to toe-sucking, and then making Felicity grind her pussy on top of Astrid’s foot.

Finally, Astrid had had her fun and wanted to move on, and things moved up to the bedroom. She’d removed her skirt as Marc had put Felicity into the first position - the blonde’s arms were bound behind her with rope, and a spread bar at her knees kept her **** as she knelt on the floor. Astrid had stepped in front of Felicity and now had her eating her out.

“How is she doing, dear?” Marc asked.

“Barely adequate,” Astrid sighed dramatically, though Marc had seen a few hidden twinges of pleasure leak through the green-haired woman’s facade. “I thought we’d taught you better, our little coed slut,” Astrid continued, ice feeding into her tone. “Or is it a factor of encouragement?” She looked back up at Marc. “I think she needs the flogger, ‘hubby.’”

Marc fetched it from the neatly arranged display of toys they had picked out and lined up on his dresser. He came back and Astrid motioned that he should do it. “Sit up and lean forward, little coed,” Marc said, adjusting Felicity so he had a clear view of her ass. It was a more difficult position for her to hold, but that was part of the game. Then he went to work with the flogger, striking his submissive’s ass again and again as she rubbed her face across Astrid’s pussy.

Felicity whimpered in pleasure, trying to suppress it. She was lying on the bed, her feet up in the air in a V with her ankles tied securely to a pair of hooks in the ceiling. Her arms were bound up over her head and together, pulled taught with a rope fed through the headboard of the bed. Astrid was humming to herself as she attached another clothespin to Felicity’s breasts, making a solid dozen that were pinching and stinging her. Another five were lining her stomach on either side, biting into the soft skin and making her pant, while Marc was holding a wildly humming Hitachi vibrator against Felicity’s pussy that was keeping her hips squirming.

“These pretty titties look so much nicer when they have decorations on them,” Astrid said in a cooing voice, smirking as she tapped on Felicity’s nipple. It was engorged and stiff but lacked a clothespin by design.

“Yes, mistress,” Felicity gasped. “Thank you, mistress.”

Astrid tutted, covering Felicity’s mouth with one hand. “Naughty, naughty, little coed,” she said. “Good girls only speak when they are given permission.”

Felicity nodded, her eyes big. Breath play had been a no-go on Astrid’s list, so Marc knew she wasn’t actually cutting off Felicity’s breathing. The last time they had all played together she’d pushed things a little far with it, which had been one of the big reasons this hadn’t been repeated before.

“Good girl,” Astrid said. “Hubby, I think you should come around here and get your cock sucked.”

Marc took a moment to loop a rope around each of Felicity’s quivering thighs, affixing the wand vibrator in place as it buzzed against Felicity’s throbbing pussy. Then he stripped off his briefs and got up on the bed, knee-walking over to Felicity’s head. Astrid took hold of his cock gently, winking at Marc as she pretended to dip it towards Felicity. The blonde opened her mouth eagerly, wanting to accept it and start suckling on the head, but Astrid lifted it away.

“Now, now,” Astrid said with a smirk. “Who said you were getting the treat of your Master’s cock?” Then she leaned forward, her own breasts grazing and batting against the erect clothespins and making Felicity moan in pleasure and pain as she was **** to watch Astrid take Marc’s cock into her mouth and start to suck.

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