Seducing Elena

Erica invited Elena to a margarita party at Michael's apartment the next Friday. Michael bought tequila and lime juice and a heavy Mexican glass pitcher and glasses. Elena arrived in a vaguely Spanish blouse and tight jeans, with her blonde hair loose about her face. She hugged Erica and gave Michael a warm kiss on the cheek.

They drank and chatted, Erica leading conversations into salacious cul-de-sacs of innuendo that had them all laughing as they drank. Michael notice a hint of tension in Elena, and wondered if she had a hint of Erica's plans.

As he poured the third round of margaritas Erica excused herself, leaving Michael and Elena alone. The blonde slowly twirled the stem of her glass, looking at him over the rim.

"It's great to see Erica looking so happy," she said. "You're good for her."

"We're good for each other."

"Yes, I guess you are. She hasn't had much luck with men."

"That makes us even. I haven't had much luck with women lately."

"I find that a bit hard to believe. Oh, I know about the marriage, but you're an intriguing guy. Great smile, great eyes. And not a bad ass," she grinned, raising her glass in a toast.

"For an old guy," he laughed. She shrugged.

"I haven't heard Erica complaining. Quite the opposite."

Erica strutted back into the room. She had changed into her tight red dress and strapped heels. Around her neck she wore the dog collar, and she held the leash between her teeth.

Elena stared, her glass stopped halfway to her lips. Erica stepped in front of her, dropped the set of handcuffs in her lap. She knelt in front of her friend, holding her wrists out in supplication. Elena put her glass down, glancing between Erica and Michael, and snapped the cuffs around the offered wrists. Erica leaned forward and opened her mouth, dropping the leash in Elena's lap. She lifted her head, exposing the collar. Once again glancing at Michael, the blonde snapped the leash onto the collar.

Erica tugged her head towards Michael and Elena stood, leading her in front of him.

"I've been a bad puppy," Erica whispered, hanging her head. "I need to be disciplined."

Michael nodded, reaching forward to stroke her cheek. "What should we do with you?"

"It would be a fitting punishment if you made me watch you fuck my friend," she said quietly, keeping her head down. Michael heard Elena's sharp intake of breath. He looked up at her, a question in his eyes. She looked between him and Erica's down turned head, doubt and intrigue battling.

"It would excite me, and frustrate me, and maybe if I was a good enough puppy you could let me play later," Erica murmured, looking up slowly at Elena and giving the slightest of nods.

Biting her lip, doubt still in her face, Elena leaned down, kissing Michael softly. Her lips moved gently against his, then more aggressively as their tongues met and twined. He pulled her into his lap, fondling her, nibbling her lips, biting her neck. She gave a low moan of pleasure, wriggling in his lap. He reached into her blouse, stroking her breasts, tugging at her nipples, and she attacked his mouth, her tongue a wet electric invader. Her hand reached between his thighs, stroking him, seeking his cock. She pulled her head back, looking at him with widened, hungry eyes.

"Going to suck your cock," she breathed. "Don't you dare try to stop me." She squirmed off his lap, kneeling between his legs. Michael looked over her head at Erica tugging her own dress up to her hips, exposing herself, her cuffed hands tracing around her swollen lips.

Elena unzipped him, tugging out his swollen cock, licking up the underside of the shaft, giggling softly as he moaned. Four times she licked as though she was enjoying a Popsicle, then devoured him, softly squeezing his balls as she took him deeply into her mouth, her head bobbing.

Erica buried several fingers in her pussy, spreading herself, panting, her eyes locked on Michael's as he pumped his hips, thrusting himself in her friend's eager mouth. He could feel the tension building in him and he pulled Elena away, leaning forward to kiss her deeply, tasting himself on her mouth. He stood, pulling her to her feet, nodding at Erica.

"Bring the puppy," he ordered, and led the small parade to his bedroom. There he took Erica's wrists and pushed the handcuff chain over the wall hook as she moaned and writhed in frustration.

"You wanted to watch us fuck," he reminded her, and held her chin to kiss her savagely.

Elena pulled her blouse loose and tugged it over her head as he unbuttoned his shirt. Fumbling and eager, sloppily kissing and licking each other, they tugged their jeans down. Naked, she was a pale skinned delight, firm well formed breasts high on her chest, nipples peaked and hard, a slim waist widening into lovely hips, a small patch of dark blonde fur atop her swelling mound.

He pushed her back on the bed, spreading her thighs and savoring the sight of her. She rubbed one hand over a breast, rolling her nipple, biting her lip as she looked back at him. She gave a long surprised moan as his head descended onto her wet sex, his tongue intruding, parting her lips, exploring her folds. When he sucked her clit into his mouth and bit it gently she came with a great moaning shudder and he pushed himself forwards, his shoulders lifting her knees, bending her in half, his cock finding her, filling her, plunging into her. He could hear Erica's frustrated moans behind him and Elena's incoherent gasps as she shook her head, eyes closed, lost to her lust as his spasms mounted, building and bursting out of him, filling her with his heat.

Slowly, panting and happy, he withdrew from Elena, kissing her, stroking her breasts and seeing her quiver. He rose, standing in front of Erica, sliding his hand up her thighs into he moisture, finding her drenched and slick with desire. She rocked her hips, her eyes half closed, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth.

"Have you been punished enough?" he asked her.

"I'll try to be good if you let me go," she whimpered, pushing her hips towards him. He unhooked her hands, then unlocked the handcuffs. Taking the leash he led her to the bed where Elena still sprawled, one hand lazily playing with her nipple as she watched. Michael pulled Erica's dress off and tugged the leash, ordering her onto the bed.

"Get on your hands and knees," he told her, reaching into the night table for the vibrator.

Seeing it, Elena gave a low moan and her hands abandoned her breasts, wandering down her belly to her sex. Erica raised her hips, wiggling her ass, looking over her shoulder at him. He slipped his fingers into her wetness, her ready eagerness squeezing him. He pushed the vibrator against her, turning it on, thrusting it into her. She arched her back, her mouth open in a long excited moan. Beside her Elena squeezed her thighs tightly over her own hands, rocking, watching her friend's excitement building.

"A good puppy would help their friend," Michael whispered in Erica's ear. Without hesitation she turned to Elena, kissing her deeply. After barest hesitation Elena welcomed the kiss, one hand abandoning her pussy to wrap around her friend's neck.

One hand pumping the vibrator into Erica, Michael parted Elena's thighs, reaching into her slickness, rolling her clit between thumb and finger. She shuddered, moaning into Erica's mouth. He twisted the vibrator, spurring a return moan from the brunette.

He reached under Erica, grasping the leash, gently pulling her towards her friend's open thighs. Her tongue traced over Elena's breasts and tummy, then ravished her cunt, gobbling greedily as Elena pushed her lips upwards, cupping her own breasts, eyes shut and mouth open in joy.

The blonde's cries started, first as little yelps then building as her spasms took her, Erica holding her hips, lapping and licking, her own moans muffled in the wet folds of pussy as the vibrator spurred her to orgasm.