“You mayn’t cover yourself,” Laura warned, seeing that his hands were heading instinctively towards his semitumescent cock. “We want to see your badness. Look. He’s getting hard.”
“So he is. Do you mind if I have a feel?”
“Be my guest.”
Marie squeezed a tight fist around Jeremy’s rising cock, using her other hand to manhandle his balls. He made an incoherent cry of humiliated rapture and began to pant. “Do you ever peg him, Laura? I bet he loves a strap-on up his arse.”
“Oh yes, he does.”
“Well, perhaps that can be a treat for another day.” Marie let one exquisitely manicured hand slap down loudly on Jeremy’s bare bottom. “For now, I think we have other plans.”
“That chair looks perfect.” Laura pointed out a high-backed wooden seat with manacles attached to the lower end of the front legs. “Go and sit down, boy.”
Jeremy settled himself obediently into the hard wooden seat.
“Do you wish you ha
d a plug up your sore little bottom?” crooned Laura, smiling. “You like to be uncomfortable, don’t you? Never mind. Your treat is coming and I think you’ll love it.”
Laura strapped his ankles to their supports, then took his tie and bound his hands behind the chair back at the wrists.
“Do you have a gag, Marie?” she asked without embarrassment. “A ball gag would be ideal.”
“Oh, we’ve got all that stuff,” Marie said offhandedly, opening up an ornately decorated chest set against the wall. “Whips, chains, you name it. Here you go.”
She handed Laura a gag and watched her buckle it gaily around Jeremy’s head so that the bright red rubber sphere filled his mouth. “I bet this’ll have enough drool on it to fill a bath by the time we’re finished,” she said. “Jeremy is such a dirty little bitch.”
“I can imagine.”
“I have to spank him all the time.”
“But does he ever get to spank you?” Roger wanted to know.
“Of course not.” Laura sent a chilly glance his way. “Not Jeremy.” Then she winked, and Roger grinned broadly.
“Message received and understood.”
“You see,” said Laura, walking over to Roger and leaning back against his chest, placing his big hands on her snug-skirted hips, “Jeremy isn’t a real man. I don’t let him do manly things to me. I save that kind of thing for real men, Roger. Like you. A real man like you can do whatever he likes to me.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” growled Roger, moving his hands up to cup her breasts in their silky casing. Laura felt her nipples pop into action, stiffening into his stroking fingers. Rocky used to do that. Pretend he’s Rocky.
“Mmm, feels so good. You’re in charge, Roger. You can have me any way you want.” She licked her lips in Jeremy’s direction, enjoying the sight of him groaning into the ball gag.
“Believe me, I will. But I want a show first. I want you and Marie to undress each other.”
“It’ll be a pleasure.”
Marie, smiling and watching Jeremy like a hawk, stepped up and took Laura out of Roger’s clutches and into her own arms, depositing a succulent, pink-lipsticked kiss on her before getting to work on her clothes.
Marie’s wrap dress was easy—one tug at the fabric belt and it fell open. What a good choice for a sex party, Laura found herself thinking. I’ll get one of those. Marie had deft little fingers and she unbuttoned Laura’s crisp cotton blouse quickly before bending to her side to unbutton the pencil skirt. The clothes were set aside and both women fell onto the bed in their underwear, stockings and heels, caressing and kissing in a supple tangle of limbs. Marie wore a leopard-print basque and thong over sheer whisper-black stockings while Laura had opted for a matching bra and panty set in pink with black polka dots. Her stockings were seamed with a diamanté butterfly at the ankle, and she enjoyed the rubbing of the nylon when she moved her leg up and down Marie’s thigh.
“Marie, take Laura’s bra off. I want to see her tits.”
Marie did as she was told, then buried her face in the valley of Laura’s cleavage, snuffling with joy.
“Nice size,” said Roger, his hand down his trousers. “Suck her nipples, Maz.”
It was not Laura’s first sexual encounter with a woman, but she was astonished at Marie’s efficiency and thoroughness. Laura’s same-sex seductions were usually of shy, scared girls whom she sensed she could bully and humiliate. Marie, on the other hand, was a confident woman, and somehow it was clear from the snaky flicker of her tongue and the firm touch of her hand that she wouldn’t stand for any of Laura’s nonsense. At last, an equal. Laura half-closed her eyes, bathing in the expert manipulations Marie was performing on her breasts, and took a quick peek at Jeremy, who was wriggling against his restraints with his cock pointing desperately at the sky.