Sinead, surprised

Marc was… fucking amazing. Sinead couldn’t believe the things he was doing to her. Her body felt hot and cold, buzzing with energy and completely relaxed and mellow. He’d brought her up to a near-climax and then held her there for what might have been minutes, or hours, or something. Time was feeling loopy under the blindfold and she didn’t give a fuck because she’d just wanted to come and he wasn’t letting her, but the agony of being denied was awfully sweet.

Then he’d changed things up on her again. Part of Sinead thought the change of pace, keeping her on her psychological toes, was where he really shone. His pussy eating skills were top notch, but she’d already known that. His kissing game was also strong as fuck and left her wanting more every time he pressed his lips to hers.

And his cock tasted good. Manly, without being musky. Blowing him while blindfolded had been kind of a trip, let alone while handcuffed and unable to stroke him or direct his cock around. And when he took control, all she could really do was drop her jaw and let him use her mouth…

It was tough to argue with the effect it had on her, even if getting her mouth fucked was something she’d never thought she’d enjoy. And now she couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

Then he’d done it to her again, changing things up. He’d let her come on his tongue.

And God he must have been holding out on her on purpose or something because when he went from her sucking his cock to him licking her, he was using an entirely different technique. His tongue danced over her. His lips were soft and teasing where they’d been firm and demanding before. Both ways were good, and she’d almost come from the first technique several times, but the unexpected change sent new thrills through her.

“Oooh, fuckfuckfuck, you French fuck,” she moaned, gasping and panting, pulling on the handcuffs as her body tried to curl in on itself and her pussy felt like it was boiling over. Marc used his tongue as a hard little tip, circling around her clit, and his chin brushed smoothly over slick lips as he suddenly sucked on her hard.

Sinead came, feeling her hot juices leaking out of her, moaning into the darkness of her blindfold.

“Thank you,” she panted. “Thank you. So good. Thank you.”

She hated that she was fucking thanking him like a needy little… she wasn’t even sure what. But it babbled out of her anyways as her mind swam through the hazy murk of her orgasm.

She felt Marc climb up onto the bed, having lost track of him for a moment, from the side. Knee-walking across the mattress towards her head. She knew what was coming and turned her face in his direction, eagerly opening her mouth for him.

“Good girl, Sinead,” he growled softly, and his cock tapped against her lower lip twice before he fed her just the velvety tip.

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned, tasting that manly taste again mixed with a dash of his precum, letting her know he was enjoying this just as much as she was. He just had more control.

Then Marc leaned forward and started licking her pussy again with those teasing little touches and she rolled her hips, wanting more contact.

Except Marc was kneeling near her head, his cock in her mouth.

He wasn’t kneeling between her legs, eating her out.

But someone was.

She spit out his cock. “What the fuck!?”

“Shhhh, Sinead,” Marc said, resting his hands on her arms as the redhead yanked against her handcuffs instinctively. “Do you trust me?”

Felicity had given the woman a couple of licks, and when the Detective had reacted, she’d sat up and away. Marc had thoroughly enjoyed watching the blonde tease the redhead, Felicity being careful not to give away the game by brushing Sinead with her breasts or hair. He’d been a little concerned that the Detective would piece things together that Felicity didn’t have any stubble on her cheeks or chin, but his buxom partner in crime had gotten their ‘victim’ revved up to the point that she didn’t notice.

Sinead hesitated from pulling her hands loose from the hook in the bed frame, maybe at Marc’s touch or maybe at his words. He wasn’t stopping her from moving; his touch was quite possibly as gentle as he could make it, letting her know he was there but not seeking to impede her in any way. This was the most dangerous part of the game he’d set up for the evening and he knew it - he’d very much stretched the meaning of Sinead’s blanket consent by bringing in Felicity.

The question was whether the Detective was willing to be stretched or if she was going to snap.

“Who the fuck is here with us?” Sinead demanded. “Who’s been- Who- Who’s been eating my pussy!?”

Marc let his hands settle a little more firmly on Sinead’s arms. Still not holding her or stopping her, but reassuring her. “I thought that it was perhaps time for you to meet my dear Felicity, Detective. She’s been helping me out here and there with her opinions on our little game, as you know. She also helped me with a favour I had to call in for some information on your case.”

“Hello, darling,” Felicity said, smiling at Marc as she put her hands on Sinead’s shins just above where the spreader bar was still keeping the redhead wide open for both their view. “You are absolutely gorgeous, and I hope you don’t mind me saying that you taste delicious, too.”

“Oh my Gawd,” Sinead groaned, grimacing under the blindfold and clearly having a little mental war within herself about the situation - the multiple orgasms were likely not helping her clarity of thought. “Um. Hi.”

“Now, I think it’s prudent if I ask you again, ma petite rebelle,” Marc said. “Do you trust me?”

“After this?” Sinead scoffed. “Barely.”

“That’s not a no,” Felicity said with a little smirk.

Sinead let out a huff of air and bit the inside of her cheek for a moment. “Yeah, well, I am bare-ass naked right now. So barely trusting him fits.”

Felicity snorted at the awful pun, and Marc just rolled his eyes.

“I’d very much like to keep teasing you and making you come,” Felicity purred, sliding her hands up Sinead’s legs and swapping from her outer calf to inner thigh.

Sinead let out a delightful little grunt that was just one step away from a whimper.

“Watching you with her was extremely arousing, Sinead,” Marc said, leaning down and whispering to her as he kept one eye on Felicity. He brought his lips to within a couple of inches of the redhead’s, and Felicity continued to slide her hands slowly towards the apex of Sinead’s thighs, dragging her perfectly manicured fingernails across the Detective’s tender, pale skin.

“You really are a fucking bastard, Marc,” Sinead grunted.

“And you love it, ma petite rebelle,” he grinned. “Now give Felicity permission to really show you how lovely she thinks you are, and then these pretty little lips of yours will get back to work where they belong.”

Sinead sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, her chest rising and falling enticingly. “Felicity,” she said slowly. “I’d… could you…?”

“Of course, darling,” Felicity grinned, leaning forward and giving Sinead’s pussy a teasing little lick. This time, she let her long blonde hair fall to the side, brushing silkily against the inside of Sinead’s thigh, and she used both hands to push the back of the Detective’s thighs so she would raise her knees a little higher. This meant that Felicity’s big breasts could push against them a little, giving Sinead another reminder that it was a woman down there.

“Good girl, Detective,” Marc murmured.

“Fuck you,” Sinead murmured right back. “Now kiss me.”

Marc smirked but did as she demanded, deciding that giving her that one was fair. He kissed her and added in a soft massage of her tight little breast, her rubbery nipple grinding against his palm. Then, once he felt she’d gotten enough of what she’d asked for and Felicity had her breathing just shy of a pant, Marc raised up from her lips. “Time to suck my cock, Sinead,” he told her.

Her response was to turn her face much as she had before, but this time she stuck out her tongue in a somewhat ridiculous display, so Marc didn’t just tease the blindfolded woman to get her ready for more like a thoughtful partner should - he slid the head of his cock along her tongue, deep into her mouth, and then right back out again before pressing the shaft to the side of her face so she could feel the heat of it and her own spittle getting wiped on her.

“You, my dear Detective, are asking for it with that sass,” he warned her with a smile that she couldn’t see but could definitely hear in his tone.

“So give me what I’m- huh- asking for, Marc,” Sinead said. The impact of her attitude was a little lost with her sudden reaction to Felicity sliding a pair of fingers into her.

Marc cupped her jaw for a moment, sliding his hand back further to scoop behind her head, and his fingers wove into her copper red hair as he looked down at her fine features. She really was a work of art.

Especially with a cock in her mouth.

He gave that to her, sliding his cock between her lips and using a combination of thrusting and controlling her head to take full control of her and fuck her face. It wasn’t fast and messy like in porn - there was a time for that sort of thing, but it wasn’t now. This was firm and commanding, Dominant and submissive. It was Marc exemplifying his role as both the one who was in control of the situation and their exchange, but also of making sure he was keeping her safe. He didn’t **** his cock to the back of her throat to make her gag. He didn’t try to make her deepthroat him without having worked up to that.

He fucked her lips and mouth, and she did what she could with her tongue to add to that pleasure. And she hummed in exuberance as she performed for him, and moaned like a muffled whore as Felicity worked her into a drawn out trio of fresh orgasms.

By the time Marc was pulling away from Sinead’s mouth, her lips were flushed and messy with spittle and utterly smudged lipstick, and her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Good girl,” he affirmed her again, seeing that flinch in her cheek as he said it. That flinch where she reacted to being called a ‘girl’ and not the strong woman she was, but the pleasure at receiving praise as well. “Now, ma petite rebelle, do you think you would be interested in returning the favour to my dear Felicity?”

Sinead inhaled at that suggestion, clearly unsure. “I… don’t know,” she hedged. “I’ve never, well… done that. And I don’t know if I’d want to- Can I take off the blindfold and see her?”

Marc glanced at Felicity, who had sat up from Sinead but still had her hands on the other woman’s thighs. The blonde gave Marc a smile and a shrug, leaving it up to him. She looked a sight, her chin and cheeks covered in Sinead’s pussy juices and her hair mussed, but a delightfully cute and womanly sight. Like a classic depiction of Aphrodite.

“If you don’t think you can continue without seeing her, I’ll allow it,” Marc said slowly, rubbing Sinead’s chest just over her breasts. “But I think this game is more fun with you not seeing her yet. Would you consent to perhaps some kissing, at least, without seeing her?”

“OK,” Sinead said, a little breathless. A little nervous.

Seeing her nervous was always a bit of a turn-on. The Detective was such a confident, even arrogant, woman that the nervousness humanised her a little more.

It only took a few hand gestures for Felicity to know what he was thinking, and Marc slipped off the bed after giving Sinead one little peck on the lips. He stopped for a moment to watch Felicity follow his request, crawling up Sinead’s body - the blonde made a production of it, kissing her way higher up the redhead’s tight little torso, dragging her hefty tits across Sinead’s skin. He waited long enough for Felicity to get up chest-to-chest with Sinead.

“Hello, beautiful,” Felicity said sweetly, stroking Sinead’s hair.

“Um, hi,” Sinead said. “I’m guessing if you’re with Marc, you’re probably fucking gorgeous, too.”

“He does tend to tell me that I am, yes,” Felicity smiled, glancing over at Marc and winking. “But tonight isn’t about me, it’s about you. His little rebel.” Felicity leaned in closer and pressed her lips to Sinead’s lightly in a small, almost innocent first kiss. “I hope you don’t mind tasting yourself a little bit, Sinead. You got me a little messy.”

“I sort of think that you were asking for it, with what you were doing down there,” Sinead sighed and chuckled.

“That’s true,” Felicity smirked. Then she kissed Sinead again, a little deeper, and Marc left them to it for a moment.

He was ready to fuck. Using Sinead’s mouth, and the entire run-up of the evening, had been a delicious series of foreplay encounters, but he was reaching his limit on patience. With that in mind, he slipped away from beside the bed and dipped into the walk-in closet, opening up one of the drawers that held his toys and took out a bottle of anal lube. He spread some on his fingers and started to stroke it along his cock as he walked back out to the bed, eyeing Felicity’s big, wonderful ass as she knelt straddling Sinead’s hips. She wiggled it, as if she knew he was looking, and arched her back as she pressed her chest more firmly against Sinead - they were fully making out now and lost in their own little world for the moment.

Marc got on up onto the bed behind Felicity, knee-walking to her as he squeezed some more dollops of the lube out into his fingers and then slid them down into the cleft between Felicity's ass cheeks. She hummed her approval, waggling her butt a little more on purpose, and shifted to spread her knees wider, making herself even more accessible.

They both knew what they were doing.

Something changed in Felicity as Sinead was kissing her. Or really, to be fair, Sinead felt like she was being kissed - without any power to do anything with her hands, or even see the woman she was kissing, it felt wrong to Sinead to think of herself as doing the kissing.

Not that it wasn’t a weirdly intoxicating moment.

Sinead had kissed women before. A few drunken moments in college, a few less-than-drunk moments when there was a vibe in the air and maybe something could have happened, but it never felt right. None of them had been like this.

Maybe it was mutual practice or something, but Felicity could kiss just as well as Marc. And just like eating pussy, it was different but still so good. And it wasn’t just technique; the sheer physical presence of Felicity was… well, it was soft. The other woman’s body was clearly curvier than Sinead’s, and those curves pressed to her were extremely different than the feeling of Marc, or her ex-husband or other exes. And knowing a woman was pressing her tits against Sinead, or that those hands running up her sides or arms, stroking her intimately, were a woman’s…

But something changed. Felicity gasped and then hummed softly deep in her chest, the sound reverberating down into Sinead. Then the woman was kissing her again, and Sinead could feel subtle movements. Subtle… somethings. One thing became clear quickly, though - Felicity started to kiss her with even more passion and a little less soft, teasing energy. Their kisses deepened, Felicity’s tongue exploring Sinead’s mouth, her breathing coming a little harder.

Then there was a smack sound, and Sinead knew that sound. A hand spanking an ass.

“Mmmffmmgmm!” Sinead mumbled in frustration through the kiss.

Felicity pulled her lips away. “Pardon?” she asked breathily.

“Is he fucking you right now?” Sinead asked.

Felicity moaned, deep and low, and Sinead could hear the smile on her lips in that moan. “Yes, darling. Marc just pushed deep into my ass. And it’s so good. I expect he’ll be fucking me hard in a moment.”

“What the fuck?” Sinead murmured, then louder. “I thought I was supposed to be getting fucked tonight?”

“Ah, ma petite rebelle,” Marc said. “Si tu veux faire rire les dieux, parle leur de tes projets. Making assumptions will always lead you astray. Educated guesses are better, obviously, but even then - whose decision is it when I finally fuck you?”

“... Yours,” Sinead grumbled begrudgingly.

“I promise I can give you enough attention while Marc uses my ass the way we both love,” Felicity murmured to her, then gasped and laughed in a way that made Sinead fucking ache deep in her pussy. And clench her ass on her buttplug, imagining what it would feel like for Marc to take her. Soft at first, and then rough. Demanding.

Sinead almost jumped as she was broken from her little imaginary revelry as Felicity ran her hand down Sinead’s stomach to her pussy, wiggling two manicured fingers into her as she started to kiss her as well.

“I’ll bring you with me for the ride, gorgeous,” Felicity groaned, working Sinead’s pussy.

“OK,” Sinead agreed in a heavy exhalation. “OK.”

<U>Translations</U>
“Si tu veux faire rire les dieux, parle leur de tes projets... = “If you want to make the gods laugh, tell them about your plans…

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