Returning to Her Master

The idea sent arousal swirling through her overheated system, warming her from the inside as much as the hot tub warmed her skin. The intensity of her reaction surprised her, coming so soon after she came like a firecracker a short while ago. Knowing both men watched added to her excitement as did the mental picture of Marc applying his belt to Morgan’s butt. “It seems Marc’s belt wasn’t much of a deterrent for you.”

Morgan returned Cassie’s knowing grin. “Not much, no.”

“Well,” she said, raising her hands to her breasts to cup them. “I am feeling relaxed,” she pulled her nipples, “and warm,” she kneaded the soft mounds.

“Mmm, me too,” Morgan agreed and copied her by cupping her own breasts and pinching her nipples. “A nice, long orgasm would be welcome right about now.”

* * *

“Son of a bitch,” Marc muttered, watching Cassie cup her breasts and toy with her pouty nipples until they became rigid. They couldn’t hear what the women were saying, but their actions spoke loud and clear. He turned accusing eyes on Jack as if it was his fault the two were egging them on. “Morgan has a short memory.”

“Maybe it was Cassie’s idea,” Jack replied, knowing full well it wasn’t. His little minx was up to her pranks again. “Okay,” he conceded when Marc raised an eyebrow in silence. “We may as well enjoy their little game before we go down there and remind them who’s boss.”

“Good idea.” Looking down again, Marc’s mouth watered at the sight of Cassie leaning her head back with her eyes closed, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip as she tortured her nipples into even tighter, redder peaks. His cock stiffened and if he didn’t get himself under control he risked permanent zipper indentations in his flesh. When she inched her right hand down her waist, under the water to cup her sweet pussy, he gave up on any hope of getting himself under control.

Luckily for them, the girls had slid away from the jets and the men had a clear view where their hands traveled. With her legs spread, Cassie slid two fingers into her sheath, arching into the caress. Her hips continued to lift toward her marauding hand, those gyrations responsible for the breakout of light perspiration on his skin. When she smiled over at Morgan, said something that sent them scooting back over to the jets, he knew his favorite appendage was in trouble if they didn’t get down there soon.

“She won’t be able to sit down for a week,” Jack growled, watching his fiancée coming apart under the powerful jets pummeling against her pussy.

“I don’t think Cassie knows how much more my hand will hurt against her wet ass.” Marc lowered his zipper inch by slow inch as Cassie spread her labia in front of a fast, pulsating jet then threw her head back and came with a loud wail. With his hand wrapped around his cock, he turned toward the back stairs leading to the hot tub and garden area, Jack following close behind him.

* * *

Cassie shuddered as the last tremors from her climax settled down. She had never come that hard from masturbating before and she could only attribute its intensity to her audience. Floating in a lazy glide away from the jet, she turned back around in time to catch Morgan’s “Oh, shit” and worried look.

Striding toward them, hard cocks in tight fists, Marc and Jack looked pissed.

“Hi, master.”

Morgan greeted Jack with her eyes on his dick, her breath short from her explosive orgasm, and Cassie had to admire her friend’s bravado, not that she believed Jack would harm her. The glint in his eyes spoke volumes about how much he cared.

“Why are you out of breath, princess?” Jack asked in a silky tone. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself let alone to come.”

“If you get naked and join me, I’ll show you how sorry I am.”

Her look said otherwise, then Marc stripped and stepped down into the hot tub, snagging Cassie’s attention, the erotic sight of him fisting his erection sending a heated flush up her neck to cover her face.

“Take care of your sub, Jack. I’ll deal with mine.”

“You never said I couldn’t masturbate, master,” she told him as he stood thigh deep in the water, his cock an enticing lure for her mouth.

“But I’m sure Morgan told you the rules.”

Grabbing her hair at her nape, he urged her forward. There were no thoughts of refusal as he pushed his cock into her eager mouth.

“How well you suck me off will determine how hard I spank you when you’re done.”

Cassie closed her lips around his smooth crown, her buttocks clenching in both dread and anticipation at the mention of another spanking on the tender skin where he flogged her. How the two combined could have her nipples pebbling and her vagina spasming was beyond her. Wrapping her arms around his hips, she clutched his firm ass and urged him closer, his cock deeper. Alternating suckling him with hard pulls with teasing strokes over his ridged thickness, she savored the taste of him, the heavy feel of him in her mouth.

He held her head with a tight grip of her hair, controlling her movements and adding to her growing excitement. Using both tongue and lips, she explored his plum-shaped head, dipped into the seeping slit then caressed the softer underside with slow strokes. His low groans gave her courage, the hold of her hair kept her from straying from where he craved her most, the tight clench of his buttocks in her hands told her she was doing it right. Recalling a trick she had read about, she ran a finger down his crack, made a light graze over his anus then moved down to the sensitive spot between his butt and his balls. When he spread his legs with a curse, she knew she’d hit the right spot. Trading his cheeks for his balls, she worked his cock until he quickened in her mouth. Peeking sideways at the other couple, she noted Jack’s flushed face and found it exciting to know they’d ejaculate almost simultaneously.

Marc closed his eyes, rocking into her mouth, her soft hands on his balls, his perineum and his anus driv

ing him crazy. When he got his sanity back he’d have to ask her where she learned about that spot. Then again, looking down into her pleasure-filled blue eyes, her cheeks bulging with his cock, maybe he didn’t want to know.

“Get ready, darlin’,” was all the warning he gave her before his climax erupted in a tidal wave of sensation. Groaning, he kept a tight hold of his cock at the base so he didn’t choke her, but the sight of her mouth and throat working to bring him such pleasure while swallowing every drop of his come came close to undoing him.

Jack shouted his release as Marc slowed his thrusts. Cassie continued to suckle him, cleaning every inch of his cock and drawing out every drop of come, which proved to be as pleasurable as her blowjob. When he leaned down and kissed her, he tasted himself on her tongue. When he held her face up, her tight grip on his wrists stated louder than words she didn’t mind his taste.