The Scene Develops

“Oh, fuuuuck,” Astrid moaned. “See that, little pet? See Daddy with his cock in me, in his wifey’s pussy? You know he prefers asses, but for me he’ll fuck my tight pussy.”

That line got to Marc. They’d moved Felicity around again and she was lying half on the bed, her shoulders and head off the edge. Her arms were tied to the far posts of the headboard, keeping them lower and spread and letting her hold herself up if she needed to relieve the blood falling to her head. Her ankles were in a spreader bar keeping them wide apart, and her hair had been wrapped up and tied with a rope that was connected to a dull, bulbed hook that was in her ass that meant when she leaned her head up she was pulling on her butthole. This all left her gloriously big tits to spill freely and get fondled and played with by Astrid.

The part that was the real ****, however, was supposed to be the fact that Astrid was standing almost astride her while Marc fucked her standing from behind.

The thing was, Marc wasn’t against vaginal sex. It was good, and stimulating, and he’d had sex with plenty of women over his twenties. He just preferred to fuck a woman’s ass. Partially because of the power of it, partially the submission, and partially the taboo. A woman surrendering her ass felt more intimate and raunchy.

Teasing Felicity with a close-up view of him fucking Astrid vaginally wasn’t supposed to be an insult, just a tease. But what Astrid said made something burn in Marc’s chest.

Felicity was currently ball-gagged and couldn’t respond, though Marc was keeping a careful eye on her hands in case she made one of the signs that could mean to slow or stop. Without warning Astrid he pulled out of her and gave her pale, perky but a spank, then wrapped a hand up in her bright, green-dyed hair and held her tightly.

“Mmm, Daddy,” Astrid moaned, and he could hear the grin on her face.

Marc shifted his stance lightly and pushed his cockhead between her cheeks, pressing immediately against her little asshole and making it obvious he was knocking on the door and planning to enter.

“No prep?” Astrid asked, an obvious hesitation in her voice.

“Felicity can take it,” Marc challenged her.

She didn’t respond, and Marc pushed into her ass.

It was hot, and tight as hell, and would take a long time to get to a proper fucking state.

Below them, Marc could hear Felicity chuckling through her ball gag.

“Oooh, fuck, Master,” Felicity moaned loudly.

The ropes were gone except for the one binding her wrists behind her back. Marc ploughed into her familiar warmth, feeling her plush ass cheeks press against his hips as he groaned his pleasure.

“Back to work, pet,” Astrid said, pulling Felicity forward again. Astrid was lying at the head of the bed, propped up slightly with the pillows, and had one leg pulled back and tucked behind her shoulder in an impressive display of flexibility. Her bare skin, other than her stockings, was almost as red and flushed as Felicity's.

The fucking had gotten rougher as the night wore on, less toys and teasing making way for hard thrusting, slick holds on sweaty limbs, and ferocious oral. Astrid’s makeup had run when Marc had fucked her face, going ass-to-mouth on her. The green-haired domme had taken it gamely. Now she had her other leg hooked around Felicity’s neck to pull her down to keep servicing her pussy and abused asshole. “That’s it,” Astrid groaned. “Lick Hubby’s creampie out of me.”

Marc settled himself deep in Felicity’s guts and reached under her, sliding his hand down her hot and sweaty stomach and finding her clit between her legs. Felicity moaned through the slurping she was doing between Astrid’s legs.

“Don’t go easy on her now, hubby,” Astrid said with a slightly scolding tone.

Marc rolled his eyes. He’d thought maybe the battle for who was more dominant might have ended when he sodomized her and then fucked her mouth, but she just kept pushing. Marc pulled out of Felicity slowly, feeling her ass pucker and clench to hold him inside her, and he bent down to softly run his tongue around her tender hole for a moment before sliding from the bed and moving to the dresser where the last of the toys they hadn’t used were. He picked up a pair of nipple clamps that were connected by a chain and lead along with a simple bullet vibrator and some sex tape.

Back at the bed, he stroked Felicity’s hair. “Excuse me, pet,” he said.

Felicity pulled back, Astrid allowing it by not keeping her in place with her leg. The look she gave Marc, wide-eyed and downright loving, made him hesitate for a moment before he went to work. He quickly tore off a strip of sex tape and pressed the buzzing bullet vibrator right above Astrid's clit, taping it in place over her mound.

“Those are supposed to be for her,” Astrid said with a smirk.

“Hush,” Marc said firmly, then leaned in and attached the first nipple clamp to Astrid’s left tit. He tightened it enough that she would definitely be feeling it, and her stiff nipple was held firm. Then he attached the other one, and she hissed softly as he gave the small chain lead a tug. “Now, back to work, pet,” he ordered Felicity lightly.

She went back to it, slurping at Astrid’s ass noisily. Marc got back up on the bed behind her and gave her sodden pussy a familiar, loving rub before pressing his cock back to her ass.

“Voilà, ma chèrie. Mon trou préféré,” he groaned as he entered her again. Then he tugged on the lead, which in turn tugged on Astrid’s nipples and made her tits bounce a little as the green-haired domme let out a long groan.

It would be another half hour before they finally finished, Marc’s second load of the night landing all over Astrid’s chest and face for Felicity to lick up. The final orgasm count between the three of them was easily in the high twenties.

<U>Translations</U>

• Voilà, ma chèrie. Mon trou préféré, = There you go, my dear. My favorite hole,

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