‘Thanks.’
We lie there yawning for a bit longer while I feel my back passage contracting and cramping around the plug. Mal pulls out and smacks my bum, making the silicone invader jolt upwards again.
The removal of the plug is a long and arduous affair. He makes me feel every tiny speck of it, unravelling me with spectacular effect until I am whimpering and begging for mercy. I always hate this bit.
‘Do you feel you’ve been properly punished?’ he asks me.
‘Well and truly.’ The plug pops out. My anus gapes and twitches, missing it already.
‘What next?’
‘I’m going to lie down. I fancy a show, actually. Mal, could you wash that plug while Jake and Rachael give us something to look at?’
Jake’s tongue slips out of Rachael’s mouth and hangs out of his own, joining his popping eyes in an expression of general gormlessness. ‘Eh? You want to watch me?’
‘Yeah. I want to see you get your kink on.’
‘I’ve never done this kind of thing.’
‘No, but Rachael’s an expert. She knows her stuff. She’ll help you out. Won’t you, Rach?’
‘If you want me to,’ she says. ‘I’ll do whatever you want.’
‘Anything?’ Jake asks.
‘Most things. You just have to give the order.’
‘I’m not used to giving orders. Apart from “stop running by the pool”, that kind of thing.’
‘You’ll get the hang of it. Guys usually do.’
She puts her hands on his arms and begins to lower herself to her knees, letting her palms run along the sides of Jake’s body as she bobs down.
She looks so gorgeous on her knees. I love her profile with its lush curves, its spillage of flesh, its tight lacing and soft lips. I can’t wait to see what Jake will do with her.
‘How can I please you, sir?’ she says softly.
Jake looks terrified. Then he takes a breath, pushes back his shoulders and says, ‘Suck it.’
‘Would you like me to take it out first, sir?’
Jake shrugs. ‘I would have thought that was obvious.’ He’s taking to the sarcastic tone beloved of some masters.
She pulls down his jeans and boxers and falls to worshipping the erect cock they reveal. He puts a hand behind him on the chest of drawers for support, impressed by her repertoire of skills. She caresses his balls and breathes a gentle path up his shaft, occasionally allowing her tongue tip to dart out along the way.
Jake arches his spine backwards, both hands on the chest now, eyes tending to heaven. Rachael’s parted lips close over his cock and his fingers grip tight. She holds it still in her mouth, waiting for his instruction.
‘I said,’ he gasps, ‘suck it.’
I admire the smooth and effortless rhythm she establishes, her head bobbing back and forth. Jake finds his inner dom and begins to thrust in time with her. Lesser submissives might gag. Rachael never does. I’d call her a mistress of the art, but she wouldn’t like that.
Her impeccable technique brings Jake to his knees in just a couple of minutes. He slides down the chest of drawers, taking Rachael on to the floor with him, groaning mightily.
Once she has licked off every last drop of his semen, she turns around on her hands and knees, pulls up her burlesque skirt and presents her naked rump.
‘If I did not please you, please punish me, sir,’ she says.
Jake, goggle-eyed and still a bit floppy, just stares for a moment or two. ‘Is that what you want?’ he asks uncertainly.