Screw Sandra First

Okay, this took some thinking. I decided to put off making any decisions about Paige. I could play the role of the knight and make love to my girlfriend, trying not to get too rough, while figuring out how I wanted to deal with the other woman. Besides, I figured Paige should get used to Sandra and I having sex in the same room as her. I started getting undressed.

"Fear not, fair maidens, the evil Count is dead. You'll both be untied and reunited with your father before long. Lady Paige, you could stand to be a little more grateful to your rescuer."

"I- we are are grateful, Sir! Our father will see that you are hansomely rewarded when we return."

"And you, Lady Sandra, are hardly in a position to be joking about such matters. You never know when someone might take what you say seriously."

"Wha- uhm- I am serious! We're so very, very grateful to you and we want to be sure you're well rewarded for your bravery... Hello?"

"Hang on..." I muttered. Women's clothes come off so easy; men's clothes have all these buttons and buckles and laces. Finally, I was ready. I took some lubricant and applied it liberally to my penis just in case. I then climbed onto Sandra, supporting my own weight. I positioned my penis just outside her pussy and placed a hand on her cheek.

Sandra gave a tiny start. Despite her earlier remark, she was clearly nervous about this. "Lady Sandra, I am now going to fuck you, desecrate you, claim you as my own, ravage you, have my way with you and violate you. If you need me to stop, say 'Red.' Otherwise, you can scream, beg for mercy, or even fight back, and nothing will do you any good. Do you understand what I'm about to do to you?"

Sandra's aggressively demanding bravado was faltering. "Um... what about the neighbors?"

I braced myself and pushed all the way into her. "The neighbors on one side are stone deaf. The ones on the other side of this wall," I tapped the wall behind the headboard. "Are a young man and woman who know I keep a **** and get turned on when they hear things being done over here. You're MINE."

Sandra didn't seem very excited just yet, but her pussy was very slippery. Not pussy juice slippery, but...

Ah. She had lubed herself in advance also.

I pulled about halfway out and started pumping in and out quickly. Sandra twisted and turned and I thrust into her.

"Wait. Martin, wait. Slower. Let me just get used to-"

"Still trying to take control, Lady Sandra?"

"N-no, but - ah! Ah! Ah! Oh God!"

Pacing myself I continued doing her. I was enjoying it immensely, but I wasn't trying to cum yet. My main goal was domination here. I allowed myself to use my sexual energy for power and control rather than self-gratification. It isn't something I've done before, usually I concentrate on the pleasure of one or both of us, but I needed to try this. I continued working at her and I felt her pussy tighten and wet wetter around my cock. She thrashed and came under me.

I slowed a bit, but didn't stop.

One advantage to having a woman who's blindfolded is that you can admire their breasts, legs, arms, face and pussy without wondering if you should be looking them in the eyes.

She came a second time.

I lifted her right leg so her knee was pointing up and entered her again. I had known her long enough to get a general idea how flexible she was; it would hurt a little bit, but she'd be okay.

She came a third time, grunting and panting, nothing intelligible coming out of her mouth. After the fourth time... she didn't relax exactly, but her energy felt different. The passion wasn't there, but the discomfort was.

"R-red!" she gasped.

I pulled out and lay over her, supported by my arms, looking down at her. She panted for a good five minutes, before smiling and speaking. "W-wow! That was... man, I'm gonna have trouble walking tomorrow."

"So... you are okay, right?"

"Oh, I'm fine, just... let's not do it like that too often, okay?"

I took some time to pet her body and feel what it was like without the distractions or obligations of sex or conversation. After running my hands over her breasts, pussy (she asked me not to finger her, please), legs, arms, and lips, I suddenly remembered that Paige was there in the room next to us.

Okay. Sandra was okay, if a bit wasted. It'd feel nice to just masturbate onto her breasts and face. I still hadn't decided what to do about Paige. She was panting and rubbing her thighs together suggestively, but looked frightened also.