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valarltdBecause I am ovulating, you get some smut. This is part of a fourway from HARD REBOOT, still at draft stage. Do i even have to tell you it's not work safe? But it is...shall we call it relatively heterosexual?
They came in, as she had told Sean, and had the women begin with their mouths. There was so much more she hadn't told her master, things that would only upset him. Now, as she lay quietly in the dark, listening to him breathe, they flooded in on her.
After a brief time, they had pushed the women away. One, she knew now it was David, settled himself astride the scarlet chaise lounge and beckoned Zara to him. Unused to seeing her mistress crawl to her usually-submissive husband, Tara had simply watched as Zara had gone face down for him, her black hair draped over his foot.
Ariel went to him and David pulled him down to sit before him, back to belly. David beckoned Tara over.
“Look at your pet, brother. See how quickly she obeys the slightest indication of desire?” He directed the order at Tara, “Please him, worship him as the god of your universe, slave. His feet are uncommonly sensitive. Begin there.”
Ariel had protested, but David clamped one hand over his mouth and held him tightly. Tara had obeyed, unable to do otherwise. She knelt near the chaise and pressed her lips to the top of Ariel's instep, trailing her hair all over his foot and lower leg. He groaned as she circled his ankle with kisses.
As she licked the top of his foot and between his toes, she heard David's voice. “Stop squirming.” The sharp sound of a slap startled her, but she never stopped. “Mine, dear brother, you and both the slave girls, are mine and you know it. Stop fighting. You want this. You wanted the Irishgirl and now she kneels at your feet, adoring you.” David moved, his knees flexing in Tara's line of vision. Ariel lurched forward, only to be yanked back. “You want her but you want this more. I know your puppy doesn't top for you. You want it. You'll earn it as you made me earn yours, like all those nights when you wouldn't kiss me if I came in with less than a thousand dollars. Remember all those old men willing to pay so well for a pair of identical youths... Yes, and when I made the money you always satisfied me. Now, it's your turn to earn it.”
Tara began licking her way up Ariel's calf, pressing her lips and cheeks and forehead to it, worshiping him as she had been commanded. She reached his knee, pressing her breasts to his calf as she laid her head on his thigh. She stole a glance up and saw David had one arm around Ariel's waist and the other under his arm and behind his neck in a modified half-nelson. Ariel's eyes were shut and his breathing came shallow and fast.
“Suck his cock, bitch,” David snarled at her.
Tara moved up a little more and found Ariel was already hard. She ran her tongue over the whole of his cock, from root to crown, and around the ridge of the head. She swallowed him down, taking him as deeply as she could stand and just stroking with her tongue.
“Mine. Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone,” she heard David say, the words clearly having a meaning more than the usual. “Blood of my blood, self of myself.”
That was when Tara realized that to David, the twins were not separate people, but two halves of the same whole. She said nothing, stored the knowledge deep inside and kept sucking. For a moment, she wondered what Zara was doing. Then a quick snap of David's hips thrust Ariel deeper in her mouth, gagging her. Maintaining her control, she moved slightly, giving herself some breathing room and swirling her tongue to make up for it.
A soft groan escaped Ariel at that. Tara kept sucking, swirling, pressing and using all the tricks she'd learned in her training. Another face pressed close by hers as Zara moved in from the other side, placing soft bites along the inside of Ariel's thigh.
A hand in her hair yanked her away, but she was careful not to scrape her teeth on Ariel's skin. David shoved two fingers into her mouth and pulled down on her jaw. She thrust her tongue in between his fingers.
“Look how hot she is, lover,” she heard him say. She tried closing her mouth to suck his fingers, but he wouldn't let her. “You want my collar, don't you?” A faint affirmative from Ariel made her glance at his face. He was as lost in sensation as any slave girl she'd ever seen. “Fuck her. I want to see you slam her sodden twat until she screams for you. Fuck her well and I'll collar you for the night.”
Tara knew he wasn't even seeing her when he shoved her to her back on the floor and slammed in, his cock hard and thick as it split her. She gasped at the suddenness and ferocity of him, but recovered quickly and wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn't kiss her or touch her, except to grasp her hips and steady her as he pounded at her.
Unable to help the responses that had been trained into her, Tara rose to meet his thrusts, her arousal growing with each slam of his hips. Ariel pressed his lips to her neck, sending an electric shock through her that tightened her nipples and went straight to her clit as if her rings were wired together and the contact pad was on her throat.
“Master,” she whispered, a throaty moan in her voice. “Please, master, harder, more.”
Ariel gave a low growl that shivered her skin and nipped her throat, shoving as hard as he could into her body. The building orgasm exploded through her, making her see stars as she screamed.
They came in, as she had told Sean, and had the women begin with their mouths. There was so much more she hadn't told her master, things that would only upset him. Now, as she lay quietly in the dark, listening to him breathe, they flooded in on her.
After a brief time, they had pushed the women away. One, she knew now it was David, settled himself astride the scarlet chaise lounge and beckoned Zara to him. Unused to seeing her mistress crawl to her usually-submissive husband, Tara had simply watched as Zara had gone face down for him, her black hair draped over his foot.
Ariel went to him and David pulled him down to sit before him, back to belly. David beckoned Tara over.
“Look at your pet, brother. See how quickly she obeys the slightest indication of desire?” He directed the order at Tara, “Please him, worship him as the god of your universe, slave. His feet are uncommonly sensitive. Begin there.”
Ariel had protested, but David clamped one hand over his mouth and held him tightly. Tara had obeyed, unable to do otherwise. She knelt near the chaise and pressed her lips to the top of Ariel's instep, trailing her hair all over his foot and lower leg. He groaned as she circled his ankle with kisses.
As she licked the top of his foot and between his toes, she heard David's voice. “Stop squirming.” The sharp sound of a slap startled her, but she never stopped. “Mine, dear brother, you and both the slave girls, are mine and you know it. Stop fighting. You want this. You wanted the Irishgirl and now she kneels at your feet, adoring you.” David moved, his knees flexing in Tara's line of vision. Ariel lurched forward, only to be yanked back. “You want her but you want this more. I know your puppy doesn't top for you. You want it. You'll earn it as you made me earn yours, like all those nights when you wouldn't kiss me if I came in with less than a thousand dollars. Remember all those old men willing to pay so well for a pair of identical youths... Yes, and when I made the money you always satisfied me. Now, it's your turn to earn it.”
Tara began licking her way up Ariel's calf, pressing her lips and cheeks and forehead to it, worshiping him as she had been commanded. She reached his knee, pressing her breasts to his calf as she laid her head on his thigh. She stole a glance up and saw David had one arm around Ariel's waist and the other under his arm and behind his neck in a modified half-nelson. Ariel's eyes were shut and his breathing came shallow and fast.
“Suck his cock, bitch,” David snarled at her.
Tara moved up a little more and found Ariel was already hard. She ran her tongue over the whole of his cock, from root to crown, and around the ridge of the head. She swallowed him down, taking him as deeply as she could stand and just stroking with her tongue.
“Mine. Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone,” she heard David say, the words clearly having a meaning more than the usual. “Blood of my blood, self of myself.”
That was when Tara realized that to David, the twins were not separate people, but two halves of the same whole. She said nothing, stored the knowledge deep inside and kept sucking. For a moment, she wondered what Zara was doing. Then a quick snap of David's hips thrust Ariel deeper in her mouth, gagging her. Maintaining her control, she moved slightly, giving herself some breathing room and swirling her tongue to make up for it.
A soft groan escaped Ariel at that. Tara kept sucking, swirling, pressing and using all the tricks she'd learned in her training. Another face pressed close by hers as Zara moved in from the other side, placing soft bites along the inside of Ariel's thigh.
A hand in her hair yanked her away, but she was careful not to scrape her teeth on Ariel's skin. David shoved two fingers into her mouth and pulled down on her jaw. She thrust her tongue in between his fingers.
“Look how hot she is, lover,” she heard him say. She tried closing her mouth to suck his fingers, but he wouldn't let her. “You want my collar, don't you?” A faint affirmative from Ariel made her glance at his face. He was as lost in sensation as any slave girl she'd ever seen. “Fuck her. I want to see you slam her sodden twat until she screams for you. Fuck her well and I'll collar you for the night.”
Tara knew he wasn't even seeing her when he shoved her to her back on the floor and slammed in, his cock hard and thick as it split her. She gasped at the suddenness and ferocity of him, but recovered quickly and wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn't kiss her or touch her, except to grasp her hips and steady her as he pounded at her.
Unable to help the responses that had been trained into her, Tara rose to meet his thrusts, her arousal growing with each slam of his hips. Ariel pressed his lips to her neck, sending an electric shock through her that tightened her nipples and went straight to her clit as if her rings were wired together and the contact pad was on her throat.
“Master,” she whispered, a throaty moan in her voice. “Please, master, harder, more.”
Ariel gave a low growl that shivered her skin and nipped her throat, shoving as hard as he could into her body. The building orgasm exploded through her, making her see stars as she screamed.
