My Punishment and Reward

My mistress grabbed my hair. It was time to go upstairs. Mike followed us to the bedroom, all of us naked as we hurried up the steps. We walked into the bedroom and shoved me on the mattress facedown. Their bed had straps under the mattress, and she bound my ankles and wrists to the bedposts, tightening the restraints until I could hardly move. I perked my ass a bit, giving her husband a good show.

Abby went to the closet, selecting her favorite whip — Mike’s brown leather belt. She’d marked me many times with it. Mike stood at the edge of the bed, stroking his shaft while his wife ran her delicate fingers along the belt. She hit me, gently, halfheartedly. Then she whipped me again. Gently, gently, then harder and harder.

Crack! I cried out in agony.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” Abby informed me. “You wanna fuck my husband, don’t you? You wanna feel his big throbbing dick in your mouth, slut. Isn’t that right?”

Crack!

I mumbled.

Crack!

“Yes, mistress! I’m sorry, mistress.”

Crack! Crack! Crack! Tears filled my eyes as I wailing in pain.

“Well, you can’t have him. He’s mine. His dick is mine.”

“Yes, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress.”

Crack!

Mike wrapped his second hand around his cock, twisting gently, stroking himself with both hands, enjoying my punishment.

“You’re sorry? You’ll never touch him?” She interrogated, pacing the floor.

“Never, mistress,” I writhed, "I would do anything you told me to.”

She paused and nodded, satisfied with my answer. She walked up beside me and caressed my hair.

“Okay. Good girl. Let’s get you out of these.” She freed my wrists and ankles and climbed on the bed, cuddling me. I needed the gentle aftercare.

She brushed my hair aside. “Do you want to see him cum?” She asked softly.

I looked up at her, afraid this was a trap.

“I, um…”

“It’s okay, it’s only natural.”

I nodded hesitantly, trembling.

“You poor thing. I’ll make him cum and you can watch, okay love?”

I nodded. I really did want to see him cum.

Abby crawled to the edge of the bed, grabbing Mike’s balls to lead him closer. He was still masturbating with both hands.

“Are you close?” She asked him. He nodded.

She licked the entire length of his shaft, from his balls to the tip of his cock. She put his mouth on him, stroking him with both hands before flipping on her back.

“Cum on my face,” she whispered, resting her head on the edge of the mattress. She motioned for me to join her and I laid on my back, looking up at him eagerly. If it hadn’t been forbidden by my mistress, this is the part where he’d sink his cock into my mouth and facefuck me, balls resting on my face, using my slutty little mouth like a pussy to his satisfaction. He stroked faster.

Abby scooted closer to me.

“Cum on both of our faces,” she cooed. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe it. I was ecstatic.

Mike jerked off faster and faster. My heart pounding as he pounded his cock over us. Abby opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and I did the same. Her husband’s jaw tensed as he got closer and closer to the edge, staring down at these two eager sluts, hungry for his cum.

“Oh, fuckkkk!!!!!!!!”

The orgasm rippled through his body, slowly at first, then he was shooting white ropes of cum over Abby’s pretty face, tongue, and lips. He aimed his throbbing cock towards me, continuing to explode. He moaned as he pulsed out wave after wave, covering my face with his load. I tasted the salty white cum as it landed on my tongue, and I eagerly welcomed more. Yes, daddy, I thought silently.

He aimed back at Abby. He was still going?? Another thick white rope splattered over her hair and face. He pointed it back at me. It was slower now, dripping out, but still an impressive volume. He was a one-man bukkake machine.

Our faces were completely plastered. I obediently held out my tongue, waiting for the command to swallow. Abby took his softening dick into her mouth, sucking gently as he shuddered and throbbed out the last of it.

She looked at me expectantly, white cum staining her face and dark hair. “Swallow,” she commanded. I held her eye contact and obeyed, showing her my tongue — acutely aware that Mike was watching, too.

She leaned in and I kissed her deeply, reveling in the cum I tasted on her lips. Mike exhaled, taking in the scene of these two women making out, covered in his cum.

I grabbed Abby’s face and licked some of his cum off of her cheek, gazing up at him while I did so. He smiled and I thrilled in the stolen glance, looking back at Abby before she could notice. She grabbed my face and licked my cheek before kissing me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, making me taste her husband’s cum again. I moaned and licked her face, both of us repeating the cycle three times before collapsing on the bed, giggling. There was still a drop on her face, and a good bit on her hair. I left it all there, admiring her cum-splattered image. Our lips touched again as Mike left the room, walking back down the stairs to retrieve his clothes.

I went down on her, pressing my tongue against her clit, tasting how wet she was. I reached down. I was soaked, so incredibly turned on from the massive facial. She grabbed my thighs and guided me towards her. We laid on our sides in mutual pleasure, licking each other’s pussies lazily.

I rolled Abby onto her back, resting on top of her in perfect bliss. My ass was a lot bigger than hers, and I leaned back, smothering her. My tits were bigger, too. She was self-conscious about her petite breasts, but I adored them. I wished I was as skinny as her, and she wished she had my big naturals. We both lusted after each other for what we didn’t have. I pressed my face into her pussy, giving her a chance to breathe.

Suddenly, I was close. She knew it, too. She brought me over the edge, another orgasm pulsating through my body.

Mike returned, and Abby flipped me onto my back. She licked what cum remained off my face and spat it into my mouth. I swallowed like a good little girl.

Later, as I pulled on my clothes, I looked sheepishly over at Mike. He wouldn’t tell, right? As for my feelings for Abby, they didn’t get any less complicated after that night. I was so confused, unsure of whether I wanted to serve her or humiliate her. Maybe both.

I couldn’t tell my husband about it. It wasn’t like I fucked Abby’s husband or anything! But it was somehow just as bad.

After that night, Abby and I saw less and less of each other. Eventually, we were just friends. We met in coffee shops, catching up, but we stopped sleeping with each other. My husband didn’t understand why our relationship fizzled out. And to be honest, I didn’t understand either.