CHAPTER 3
After three more weekend playdates, and five vanilla dates, Ray and Oot extended an offer to Sarah that she’d been hoping would come sooner rather than later-to spend the weekend with the men, at their house.
More specifically, in their bed.
The week crawled for kitten. Both men took great pains to tease her mercilessly all week, Ray and Oot over the phone and through text messages. Ray ordered her not to masturbate or come until she was under his and Oot’s care on Friday.
By Friday morning, she felt ready to rip out of her skin and run around screaming. She received permission to wear panties at work and when running errands or she’d have a wet spot on her pants as well.
What she hadn’t counted on was working herself into a frazzle, nervous energy combining with adrenaline as she raced through work before leaving early and heading straight home to clean her house and get ready for Ray and Oot. She plopped down on the couch, dressed and packed and ready to go, with the early news on a little after five o’clock. It seemed like seconds later when the doorbell rang.
“Crap!” Shocked to see it was ten after six, she jumped up and tried to shake sleep from her system.
Ray and Oot smiled at her as she threw the door open. Ray’s smile faltered. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry. I dozed off on the couch.” Five minutes later, they were in Ray’s car and heading for his house.
“Honey, you okay?” She looked up, startled, at Oot’s concerned question.
“Huh?”
He laughed. “We’re here. You dozed off again.”
“Oh, sorry.” She looked around. Sure enough, she’d dozed off in the
backseat of Ray’s car. They were parked in his driveway.
“Hard day at work?” Ray asked.
She reluctantly nodded. “Long week.”
Oot helped her out of the car while Ray grabbed her bag. “I think,” Ray
said, “that tonight is going to be pizza in bed in front of the TV with a
movie on.” He smiled at her. “You’re wiped out.”
She resisted the urge to pout. “I’m okay, Sir.” Calling him Sir felt so
natural now, she frequently had trouble remembering to call him Ray when out at a restaurant.
He let them into the house and handed her bag off to Oot. “That may very well be, but let’s just plan on having a relaxed evening. If you feel up to playing later, we can. We’ve got all weekend together.”
Ray called in the pizza order while Oot helped her strip and don her leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. She curled up on their huge bed with him while he began channel surfing. What felt like only a few minutes later, he was gently nudging her.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You want pizza?”
She sat up, fuzzy-headed and trying to get her bearings. “What?”
Oot smiled. “Master’s right. You’re out of it tonight. Pizza. Food.
Mangia.”
“Oh. Okay.” She followed him to the eat-in kitchen where two pizza
boxes lay open on the table.
Ray had already put three slices on his plate. “Feeling a little better after
your nap?”
She nodded as she sat. “Yes, Sir.” She realized Oot was now also naked
and wearing nothing but his leather collar. Ray wore shorts and nothing else. “How long was I asleep?”
“Almost an hour,” Oot said. “That’s how long it took for the food to get here.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” Ray said, “don’t feel sorry. I’m sure we can find ways to wake you up if you feel up to it later.”
Oot took the chair next to her. He winked at her. “Master hasn’t let me come at all this week, either. You might not want anything to do with us after we get done fucking your brains out, sweetie.”
She smiled. “When I get my second wind, I just might suck your dick right off your body.”
His jaw gaped. “Holy fuck. I nearly came just then.” She looked down into his lap and noticed that, indeed, his cock stood rigidly erect, a pearly drop of pre-cum on the slit.
Ray laughed. “Eat now, fuck later.”
Oot and kitten cleaned up the kitchen after dinner was finished. Ray had already retreated to the bedroom and was sprawled in the middle of the bed, naked and channel surfing. He patted the mattress to his right. “Come here, kitten.”
She crawled into bed while Oot took the left side. Ray handed the remote off to Oot. He curled his arms around her, kissing her.
His cock stiffened between them and another flood of moisture pooled in her pussy. At this rate, it’d be running down her legs if they didn’t let her come soon. Thank god they’d already gotten medical issues out of the way. She was on the pill, so no reason to use rubbers. They’d be “fluid bonded,” which meant if she did end up sleeping with someone else, either she’d have to use condoms with her new partner or with them. And the two men wouldn’t sleep with anyone else, either, without using protection.
Ray rolled on top of her and pinned her hands over her head. “Spread, kitten.”
With her heart pounding, she did, opening her legs wide. He held her hands with one hand, and lined up the head of his cock with her pussy with the other. “Do not come or I’ll send you into the playroom to bring me the biggest, hardest paddle I have and I’ll give you twenty smacks with it.”
She moaned as Ray slowly slid his cock home inside her. Then he used both hands to keep her wrists pinned. He nuzzled her neck, nipping her earlobe. “You’re going to be a good girl for us this weekend, aren’t you?” His grip tightened on her wrists even as he fully settled his weight on top of her.
“Yes, Sir!” she gasped. Holding her orgasm back would be hard. He’d positioned himself perfectly, his cock brushing against her swollen clit.
“Then do not come.” He started fucking her, slow at first, then harder and harder. “Look at me, kitten,” he ordered.
She stared up into his hazel eyes, her body straining not to come despite the delicious pounding her eager cunt took from his cock.
His body tensed as he let out a low moan. He fell still inside her, and she chewed on the inside of her lip to distract her from the wonderful feel of his pelvis rubbing against her sensitive clit.
He let out a long breath and kissed her. “Such a good girl,” he whispered. He sat up, releasing her arms. As he pulled out, she fought the urge to hold him there, to keep his weight pressing her into the mattress.
He smiled down at her. “Oot?”
“Yes, Master?”
He rolled off her and stretched out alongside her. “Time for you to fuck
our kitten.”
Oot leapt on her in a flash, his cock driving home faster than she could
even process it.
“May I come, Master?” he asked Ray.
“Yes, you may.” He reached over and tweaked her right nipple,
stopping just short of pain. “But, kitten, you may not come yet.”
She whimpered and whined, but nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Oot didn’t take long, exploding with a shuddering cry in less than a
minute. He fell on top of her and kissed her. “Thank you, Master. I didn’t think I could take it much longer.”
“You could if I’d told you to.”
The good thing was that Oot didn’t last long enough to get her over. But Ray’s constant torment of her left nipple now wasn’t helping her situation any.
“How long before you think you can recover?” Ray asked him.
Oot sat up with a playful grin. “Oh, at this rate, about five minutes.” Ray laughed. “Well, get down here and suck my cock and get me
ready.” He leaned in and kissed her, blocking her view of Oot diving between Ray’s legs. Ray continued tormenting her nipples, first one, then the other, making her whimper, adding a delightful bite of pain to the pleasure.
Apparently, Oot wasn’t the only one eager for round two. Ray patted him on the head. “Good boy. Go get me lube, a glove, a towel, and a condom.”
Oot, his cock already bobbing at attention, jumped up and ran for the master bathroom. He returned a moment later with the items.
“Good boy.” Ray snapped his fingers and pointed at the bed. “On your back.”
Oot obediently flopped down on the bed. Ray grabbed kitten’s hand and pulled her up into a sitting position. He snapped and pointed at Oot. “Kitten, get on top of him. Don’t come yet.”
She scrambled into position, unable to hold back her own happy moan as she impaled herself on his cock.
Ray put his hand between her shoulders and pushed her down onto Oot’s chest. “Oot, hold her open.”
She closed her eyes and resisted the urge to wiggle and rub her clit against Oot as his fingers grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide to give Ray the best access.
Ray worked quickly, spreading lube on her and working it inside her. The feel of him inserting two fingers in her ass and working them back and forth nearly finished her off, but she managed to hold back. Then his hand disappeared and she heard him rip open a condom wrapper.
“Sorry, honey, but I prefer a condom for anal,” he told her. A moment later, his engorged cockhead pressed against her ass, seeking entrance.
He went slow, but she nearly came just from the pleasant burning pinch in her ass as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. When he had all of his cock fisted by her tight channel, he sat up and smacked her ass, hard.
“You both have permission to come.” He started fucking her ass while beneath her, Oot grabbed her hips and pistoned up into her. As Ray fucked her, he continued slapping her ass and it didn’t take more than two or three strokes for her first orgasm to hit.
“Holy fuck!” Oot groaned. “Feels like she’s gonna squeeze my dick off!”
“Keep fucking her,” Ray ordered. “Give her a good ride.”
Oot reached up and grabbed her nipples, tweaking them and setting her off on a second wave of pleasure intensified by Ray spanking her as he fucked her. By the time she rolled through her third orgasm, neither man could hold back any longer. Their moans merged and mixed as she felt their dicks swell inside her before exploding.
Heavily breathing, as one they all collapsed to the bed. It was a couple of minutes before Ray carefully withdrew and got out of bed. When he returned, he carried a warm, wet washcloth and gently cleaned her up. Then he returned to bed, where the two men spooned her between them.
Ray tenderly kissed her. “Go to sleep, kitten. You did good.” A satisfied smile drifted across her lips. “Thank you, Sir.”