At the Club; Part 4

“Sorry about that, love,” Gemma said as she and Sabrina returned to you, finding you at the table Ollie and Paul had left you at. “I just got in my head a bit there.”

“It’s OK,” you said, pulling her into a hug with one arm and kissing her on top of her head.

“Where’s everyone else?” Sabrina asked.

“Haven’t seen Brent, Corey or Victoria for a while,” you said. “Ollie is wing-womaning for Paul. And Edgar may or may not be bringing a girl down to the beach to have sex.”

“That’s an option!?” Sabrina asked you, clear excitement in her eyes.

“Oh, God,” you groaned.

“I so want to do that this weekend,” Sabrina said.

“I might as well,” Gemma said, giving you a little smirk.

You just shook your head and took a swig of your beer.

“It would make a hot scene too,” Sabrina said. “I’m just saying.”

“One step at a time, baby,” Gemma said. “Give him a second to wrap his head around it.”

“Not tonight,” you said.

“Oh, definitely not tonight,” Sabrina assured you. “We have plans for you tonight.”

“Plans that I think we both want to get started on,” Gemma said, still hugged under your arm and using that position to grab your butt as she bit her lip looking up at you.

You were ready to head out as well, and the three of you split up to do a quick search to tell the others you were leaving. You found Brent, who just nodded and said he’d catch up at some point. Ollie was still helping Paul and said she’d either Uber back or just walk with him if he struck out. None of you found Edgar, but Gemma found out that Victoria had been feeling a little overwhelmed and Corey had taken her for a drive down the coast. She was fine now, but they were enjoying sitting near some beach with the windows down.

That meant that you and the girls were walking, and that meant that you ended up piggybacking one or the other for most of the way because neither of them had brought shoes in their little clutch purses.

“You OK, love?” Gemma asked you as you turned onto the street where your B&B was. “I can just barefoot it from here.”

“Just getting my cardio in,” you wheezed softly. She wasn’t super heavy, but ten minutes of piggybacking added up quickly.

“Part of me feels like we should fuck outside tonight,” Sabrina giggled as she walked ahead of you. She’d taken to doing that when you were piggybacking Gemma so that she could drop the back of her jeans to moon you, or turn around and flash you. She claimed it was just motivation.

“I can fire up the hot tub if you want, but we aren’t fucking in it,” you said.

“Aww, why not?” Sabrina pouted.

“Because I don’t feel like getting caught doing it,” Gemma said.

“Well you don’t need to do it,” Sabrina said.

“I don’t want you getting caught either, baby,” Gemma said.

“You know, I get this warm fuzzy feeling every time you call me that,” Sabrina said with a smile, stopping and turning back so that she could kiss Gemma over your shoulder. “I also kinda like that you’re a jealous girlfriend.”

“Jealous is right,” Gemma grunted and shifted, making it clear she wanted you to let her down so you did. She grabbed Sabrina by the waist and pulled her into a steaming kiss. “You’re ours, Sabrina.”

“I know, baby,” Sabrina said, smiling sweetly as they held each other. “But… fucking in the hot tub would be hot.”

Gemma leaned closer and whispered something to Sabrina.

“Fuck, I forgot,” Sabrina laughed, then turned and grabbed your hand. “John, what are you waiting for?! Come on, we need to get back!”

“Sure, blame it on me,” you laughed and rolled your eyes.

“Oh, I will, Daddy,” Sabrina said, sticking her tongue out at you.

“Is it really that kind of night?” you asked, turning to look at Gemma.

“It’s that kind of night,” Gemma smirked and nodded.

“Alright,” you sighed. “Let’s get back.”

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You had the house to yourself, but the first thing that happened once you were all up in your bedroom was Gemma made Sabrina strip down to her thong and bikini top.

“Tease her a little, love,” she said, running her fingers through your hair before she pushed Sabrina back onto the bed. “I need to go get a couple of things ready in the bathroom.”

“What sort of things?” you asked.

“Fun things,” Gemma assured you. “Things we got at the shop today. Just make sure our little Brat is nice and turned on.”

Gemma went to the washroom, and when you looked down at Sabrina she was grinning widely as she bit her bottom lip.

“You aren’t going to tell me either, are you?”

Sabrina shook her head. “Sorry, Daddy. Gemma’s orders.”

You pounced on her and soon she was sighing and mewling happily as you slowly worked your fingers around her body, softly pinching her without any real force, while also licking her through her thong. It was a thin little black thing, but it still provided enough of a barrier that Sabrina was groaning in complaint, humping her hips at you as she tried to get your tongue or lips on her bare skin. She was already horny - though through the last month you’d found she rarely wasn’t - and you had to pace yourself because even licking her over the thong seemed to be pushing her closer to an orgasm than ‘just teasing’ should.

Gemma came back out of the bathroom having abandoned her dress and fishnet shrug on the way, now only clad in her lingerie bra and thong and carrying a brown paper bag. “Is she soaking wet?” she asked you.

“When is she not?” you asked with a little smirk.

“I’m not that bad,” Sabrina said, a little irritated as you left her pussy. She reached out with a bare foot, hooking it around your waist and trying to pull you closer to her, but you grabbed the foot and brought it higher, kissing the side of it and then kneading her sole with your thumbs. She liked that, but clearly wanted more sexual contact by the expression on her face.

“Well, baby,” Gemma said, getting up on the bed on her knees. “The three of us all know you are pretty much that bad. And horny little brats get what they need, not what they want. Right?”

Sabrina bit her lip as she glanced down at the bag. “Yes, baby.”

Gemma turned to you. “John, could you take off her thong and bundle it up in a nice little ball?”

You did, sliding it off of Sabrina’s hips as she helpfully lifted her ass a little from the bed. It was wet enough that it clung to her pussy for a moment. Then, as requested, you bundled the fabric and string into a neat little wet ball. You had a feeling where this was going.

“You, baby, are not going to embarrass us tonight with all your screaming and moaning as we give you what you need,” Gemma said in a playful sternness down to Sabrina. She was running one hand through Sabrina’s hair, slowly bundling it up behind her head. “So since you can’t be trusted to stay quiet yourself, you should give Daddy a kiss and then ask him to put your wet, skanky panties into your mouth to gag you.”

Sabrina made a whining sound and a face, but she quickly got up on her knees in front of you and you leaned down to kiss her. It was the kind of kiss that the two of you usually shared in the middle of an intense fucking, and you hadn’t even started yet. It was hungry and desperate and demanding and pleading all at once, and she mashed her face to yours and pulled your hands to her chest so you would massage and grab her tits. Then, when it was over, she sat back on her haunches and looked up at you, taking a deep breath. “I love you, John. But I really want you to be Daddy tonight, please, even if I can’t egg you on with my mouth stuffed with my wet panties. Can you do that for me, please?”

“Of course I can,” you sighed, leaning down to kiss her softly this time.

“Thank you,” she said with a little smile, and then opened her mouth daintily and tilted her chin up, asking for her gag.

You placed the panties in her mouth and gently pushed them in.

Then Gemma made a weird sound. Not her physically, but what she pulled out of the bag. She had duct tape, and she lifted Sabrina’s hair and quickly taped it around Sabrina’s mouth and jaw to the back of her neck under her hair, and around again three times.

“Gemma,” you said, a little surprised. “That’s going to fucking hurt coming off.”

“It’s fine, love,” Gemma said. “It’s sex tape, it’s less sticky. Now, how does our little fucktoy look?”

You looked back to Sabrina, who had her mouth completely taped shut, but her nose clear for breathing. She was looking at you with big eyes and clenching her fingers and fidgeting.

With a smile, you softly stroked her cheek and she pressed it into your palm. With your other hand you rolled one of her nipples between your fingers. “She looks absolutely perfect for a night of making her squirm and squirt,” you said.

“Good,” Gemma smirked, taking out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs from the bag. “Because we have more toys to play with later.”

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