Page 58 of Sherwood
The climax thundered through me, and every muscle in my body, from my toes to my jaw, clenched as the orgasm unleashed itself in torrents and booms, a never-ending surge and retreat as I swelled impossibly harder and then began unloading inside her.
She was fucking back against me as much as she could, and I was rutting into her like a beast, over and over again, my cock seizing and jerking, flooding her with my release and making everything even slicker, even wetter.
“Shit,” Lox said, her gaze fixed on where I was penetrating our submissive. Her fingers worked her clit even faster, her other hand rolling a breast—hard, the way I’d do it if I could reach her.
I didn’t stop pounding Marian’s pussy until I was all the way drained, and even then I didn’t stop, needing more, needingagain, needing her until she was wrecked beyond reckoning and my obsession with her was fed…for the moment, at least.
I pulled out suddenly, enjoying the pearly drips of my orgasm leaking from her as I did, and then I found the pocket knife I kept in my pocket. With a flick of my thumb and a quick, careful cut, Marian’s ankles were no longer fettered by the cable tie. I closed the knife, put it back in my pocket, and then finally undressed.
Like a good submissive, Marian stayed put without being told, her cunt still visibly used, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes frenzied as she watched me. “You look like you’re about to beg me for something,” I told her, palming her ass and then a tit before mounting the bed and settling next to Lox, who was still watching us like we were putting on a show just for her pleasure.
Marian lifted her head to look at us both, and still braced on her elbows and knees like this, she looked like a supplicant at court, crawling to a king and queen for mercy.
“Please, sir,” she pleaded. Her eyes slid to Lox, and she whispered, “Lox. Please let me come.”
Lox rolled her head on the headboard to look at me. “What do you think?”
“I think she’s very, very pretty like this,” I replied, not taking my eyes off the trembling, well-fucked submissive in front of me. “It makes it quite hard to want her any other way.”
Lox’s voice was dark when she said, “I agree.”
Marian whimpered.
“But I suppose she has behaved for us, hasn’t she?”
“She has.”
“What about this, sweet one?” I said to Marian. “If you can come just from riding me, then you can have your orgasm, and another one as a reward.”
“And if I can’t?” Marian asked breathlessly.
I looked to Lox.
“Then you’ll have to wait until tonight,” Lox decided. “Latetonight. Maybe even technically tomorrow morning.”
“She’s cruel,” I said to Marian in a conspiratorial tone. “But what can I do? I love her so. Now come here and show us how badly you want it.”
Neither Lox nor I moved to help Marian as she raised herself to her knees and then shuffled up to us. With her wrists still cable-tied together, her movements were halting and clumsy, and Lox and I watched her with the same dark satisfaction that spiders must watch little bugs struggle in their webs. Finally, she made it to us and lifted her knee to straddle my hips. My cock—harder than steel, burning like a newly cast sword—leapt up to graze against her soft pussy. But I didn’t move to slot it against her hole. I didn’t help her at all, in fact, and when she looked up at me with that helpless expression, I only smiled and tucked a hand behind my head. The other arm went around Lox, to pull her close.
“I think you’re on your own,” Lox observed, and Marian huffed.
Lox smacked her ass for it, and Marian yelped, falling forward onto my chest with her bound hands.
“Ready to behave?” I asked sternly, and Marian nodded against my chest, her hair sliding and tickling so sweetly over my bare skin.
It took her a moment to find the right angle, the right way to swivel her hips, but she was slick enough and I was hard enough that once she got there, she could impale herself easily.
Once she had me seated inside her, she straightened up—hair mussed, rose-colored nipples jutting through the dark tresses—and began riding me with sharp, hungry movements of her hips, riding my cock like her life depended on it. Her cunt was so good,toogood, and despite all my dispassionate playacting, I was already skating on the edge of pumping her full a second time. Especially after Lox leaned forward and threaded her hand through Marian’s hair, pulling her in for a long, silken kiss while Marian fucked herself on my cock with eager bucks and long, grinding circles.
“Watch, little fox,” Lox said, settling back and parting her legs again, so Marian could see as Lox slid her fingers deep into her sex and used the wetness there to start masturbating herself. “I love watching you get topped,” Lox said. “It gets me so hot. Even if I’m not the one doing it. Ah, that’s so good, baby, keep fucking just like that. Make yourself come. You want to come, don’t you? You want to feel better?”
“Yes,” responded Marian in a sex-hazed mumble. “Yes, Lox.”
“Then show us. Show me. Show me what a good girl you are.”
I could feel Marian tightening around me, and I could feel her thighs quivering,seethe quiver in her belly, and she angled herself the tiniest bit forward to make sure her clit got the friction it needed—and I was fighting with every ounce of strength I had not to come yet, to keep myself utterly still—
With a broken cry, she broke apart around my erection, shivering on top of me and slumping forward onto my chest as contractions rocked her body and sent pulsing flutters gripping my throbbing shaft.
