Where "privates" meet

"Hi daddy!" Kristin chirped happily as she stepped into the club's office. Her tone instantly changed from bubbly to submissive after greeting Logan. "Hello Mistress." Her hands folded behind her back, causing her large breasts to stick out even more. At the same time she bowed her head and did not make eye contact with either Logan or Chelsea.

Logan cocked an eyebrow at his wife. Who replied with a grin as she took a seat at the large desk.

"Down." Chelsea commanded.

Kristin immediately dropped to her knees. "Yes mistress."

"Crawl to me."

"Yes Mistress." Kristin followed Chelsea's command without hesitation. Swaying her hips sensously as she made her way to her Mistress. She stopped moving once she had gotten within arms reach of Chelsea. Kristin's head still bowed in servitude.

(That's pretty fucking hot.) thought Logan.

*At least your mate knows how to dominate another.*

Logan decided to let Fracture's barb slide. Mainly because he didn't have a comeback. "Kristin do you remember a customer named Matthew?"

"Yes sir." Kristin replied, her normal speech pattern had been replaced by a very submissive tone.

"Massage my feet, if my husband is going to use your mouth, you might as well put your hands to some fucking use." Chelsea commanded with a sigh as she presented her left foot to Kristin.

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Kristin quickly replied as she began working her delicate fingers to massage her mistress.

"Nice choice of words babe." Logan commented, transfixed in both awe and arousal of the scene before him.

Chelsea flashed him a winning smile. Her beautiful white teeth framing her equally beautiful blue eyes. "Aww, thank you babe."

"So did you and Matthew have anything interesting to talk about?" Logan asked Kristin. He was determined to get some sort of information about their mystery visitor before giving in to his lust.

"No sir."

"Well did he speak at all?"

"Yes sir."

"Ok Kristin, I'm not going to sit here and ask you twenty fucking questions. Stop with the yes sir, no sir bullshit and tell me what happened while you and Matthew were alone."

"Ok daddy. So yeah, that Matthew guy was tooootally weird." Kristin said her submissive personality giving way to her much more bubbly attitude. She was still massaging Chelsea's foot and wore a large grin as she worked a moan out of Chelsea. Giving pleasure was just as satisfying as getting pleasure to the busty, tanned young woman. "Not like, follow you home and watch you undress weird even though that'd be kinda hot if you both like that kind of stuff, but like...... he wasn't into me weird."

Logan took a second to digest what she was actually saying. Kristin wasn't the type to really believe she should be the center of attention. But, she did have a great deal of pride in her work. Kristin was a therapist of sorts. Mostly physical, but she was also very keen on what people needed mentally. Her knack for subservience on display right now being a case in point.

"Not into girls or something?" Logan asked.

Kristin shook her head. "No he was like, super hard when I was giving him a dance. But he just like, acted like he wasn't turned on. Most guys just want to cum when I grind on them. But that dude just keep asking stuff about you, daddy."

"What was he asking?"

"Ok, so at first he was all asking stuff about me, then my dad, then you and my dad, then you. I told him that I was General Hall's daughter and that you two used to work together and stuff. And how you showed up and toooootally changed my life. Then I told him about Mark being a dick and you buying this place."

(So this guy gives a fake name and asks some not so IRS specific questions. What the fuck is going on.) Logan thought to himself.

Kristin glanced up at Logan, her eyes a little wet. "Did......did I mess up? I didn't mean it. I promise. I love you, I love both of you......"

"Shh, shh pet." Chelsea removed her foot from Kristin's hand and bent low to grasp Kristin gently by the chin. Blue eyes locked onto brown. "We love you too Kristin. We know you would never knowingly do anything to upset us."

Logan was a little surprised that Chelsea openly admitted to loving Kristin. But after looking at the bigger picture, it did make sense. Kristin had welcomed Chelsea into her home with open arms. Kristin befriended Chelsea when she was most **** and took an active interest in Chelsea's well-being. Logan felt a twinge of guilt when he reminisced on changing Kristin's personality. What had originally been an act of spite towards her father, quickly turned into an integral part of his marriage and personal life.

The guilt was short lived when he saw the two women embrace each other. Kristin looked happy, Chelsea looked happy.

(Just enjoy the moment man.)

*He will return. We will be ready*

"BUT, you did let Logan down." Chelsea said to Kristin. Breaking Logan out of his internal debate. "That means you have let ME down. I do believe a punishment in order." Chelsea's tone was more husky than angry.

"Yes Mistress. Anything for you and for Master." Kristin replied as she bowed her head. Her sniffling was cut short at the prospect of pleasing her two favorite people. Her tan skin began to redden at the thought of being punished.

"And what would a fitting punishment be dear husband?" Chelsea remarked as she placed a her left calf on the kneeling woman's shoulder. "Perhaps a spanking?" Chelsea offered while sensually running her leg back and forth across Kristin's neck.

Kristin let out a soft moan.

While Logan never had any sadism fantasies, the thought of dominating Kristin did send a thrill up his spine. "No." He calmly replied, "She would enjoy the touch of my hand too much for it to be considered a true punishment.

Chelsea watched as Logan removed his belt. She licked her lips as she heard him cause the belt to make a satisfying crack sound. Her pussy was beginning to dampen at thought of both her and her husband controlling the chestnut haired beauty kneeling before her.

Kristin shuddered at the sound of Logan's belt. She wasn't afraid of being hurt and knew that she was safe. Her big brown eyes glued on her own knees folded under her. She could feel her breasts heave as her breath quickened. The heat and silky soft skin of Chelsea's leg caused her to heat up in the most pleasant way.

"Get over here and undress me slut." Logan called to Kristin.

"Yes Master." Kristin turned on her knees and crawled to Logan. Once there, she rose to her feet while keeping her eyes glued to the floor. She deftly unbuttoned Logan's shirt and slid the smooth material off his shoulders. She sank back down to her knees to remove his shoes before undoing his trousers. His khaki slacks were quickly discarded. Kristin had started breathing heavy with arousal, but her breath caught in her throat as she eyed the heavy package in Logan's boxers. Her hands began to raise in order to free his cock.

"Stop." Chelsea quickly commanded. She had quickly stripped herself. Her own arousal at watching

Kristin's hands froze in place, an inch from Logan's waist band. "Yes Mistress."

"You don't get to touch his dick. You have lost the privilege."

"Yes Mistress." Kristin acknowledged with a disheartened tone.

"Now come to me, pet." Chelsea commanded as she reclined in her large office chair. One leg on the desk to expose her moist cunt. "You too baby, I want that fat, fucking dick in my mouth."

"Yes Mistress." Kristin began her sexy crawl back to Chelsea but was quickly passed by Logan. Nothing quite motivated a man like a blowjob. She watched as Chelsea licked her lips and exposed Logan's 8 inch cock. Her own mouth salivating at the sight.

Chelsea purred like a kitten when Logan's dick sprung up to tap her on her sensitive lips. She stuck her tongue out to massage the side of his shaft. Her head was swimming in pleasure from the heat and taste of his skin. "I can't wait to have this big, hard dick all to myself." She commented before taking him deep into her mouth, she hummed around the head of his cock. The vibrations causing her just as much pleasure as Logan felt. She worked his cock to the opening of her throat and shook her head slowly to stimulate the hyper sensitive skin in her mouth. She gagged quietly as she stuck her tongue out to lap at the underside of his cock.

Logan watched, very pleased, as Chelsea backed off from his dick with a gasp and a sharp intake of air. He smiled as he looked down at Kristin. Her face was a combination of pain, lust, and jealousy. "Stand up for a second babe. I have an idea." Logan soon took a seat in the chair. "Chels get up on the table. Kristin fold your arms behind your back and bend over my knee. You get the privilege of licking my wife's cunt."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Kristin said as she complied. She sighed in relief as her shoulders were able to relax. After she assumed her position over Logan's knee she began to eagerly lick and tease at Chelsea's puffy vagina. The taste was divine to her senses, almost sweet like fruit. She began moving her tongue in large slow circles around Chelsea's pussy. Accenting with wet kisses. She loved the taste and how much her mistress was enjoying the attention. She continued to passionately kiss and tongue Chelsea's pink folds as Chelsea slowly gyrated her hips. So consumed in the passion, she didn't see Logan move his hand up high, gripping his belt

CRACK

Kristin let out an involuntary cry at the stinging pain on her backside. Logan had been careful to hit hard enough to welt, but not enough to draw blood.

"I didn't hear a 'thank you master'." Logan remarked and struck Kristin on the backside again.

"Ow, thank you master." Kristin meekly responded.

"I didn't hear you." He said casually and spanked her again. Watching the healthy brown skin of her ass turn an angry red.

"FUCK, THANK YOU MASTER."

"That's better, but you didn't apologize for making me correct you." Logan swatted her ass again and leaned in to kiss his wife deeply. Chelsea grabbed Kristin by the back of her head and orgasmed from the dual stimulation.

"I'm sorry master, thank you for teaching me and punishing me." Kristin was wiggling her hips, the pain was second to how horny she was. She began to rock back and forth, trying to make her thighs give her the release she was craving.

"But you didn't thank Chelsea for cumming on your face."

CRACK

"SHHHHIIII- Thank you master, thank you mistress."

"Good pet." Chelsea groaned, coming down off her high.

"Get on your hands and knees Kristin." Logan commanded as he took the book from her hands.

Chelsea locked eyes with Logan. She remembered very clearly telling Kristin that she would not be getting any dick until her punishment was over. As much as Chelsea loved Logan she would not appreciate him pulling the rug from underneath her feet.

Logan returned her gaze and smiled broadly. "I just think we need some more furniture."