Her free hand reached down to cup a breast and fondle it.
Then there were larger hands, on my hips, and I knew from the tipping of the mattress and the approaching warmth that Justin was at my rear, ready to fulfil his part of the plan.
He gave my sore bottom a few hard slaps, causing me to moan into Maz’s cunt, then lined his cock up, quickly and neatly, with my wet pussy and pushed it in without ceremony.
‘Aaaah,’ he gasped appreciatively. ‘Nice and tight, and so hot. Nothing like fucking a girl who’s just been caned. Nothing better in the whole world.’
He proved his point by thrusting brutally so that his pelvis slapped my bum, exacerbating the sting in a way that drove me half-mad.
Maz, bucking her pussy hard into my damp face, laughed and kissed him over my bent spine. They seemed to hold the kiss, on and off, for most of the time it took Justin to fuck me, breaking off to call me a slut or tell me I needed this and it would be my arse next time.
I cowered beneath them, their creature, their slave, existing to satisfy their sadistic urges, their whipping girl, their fucktoy.
Justin powered into me, over and over, pushing me further into Maz’s greedy quim until I came, my muffled grunts lost in my mistress’ clit, and then she spent into my mouth while Justin’s cock emptied its load inside me.
I lay curled on the duvet, feeling utterly submissive and used, my bum still burning, my pussy stretched, nipple sore, face shiny with Maz’s juices. I felt good. Ecstatic, even. This was all I had hoped for, and more.
So why were there tears rolling down my face?
‘Hey, babe,’ said Maz softly, cradling my head in her lap and stroking my hair. ‘Was that too much?’
Justin returned from disposing of the condom and sat on the other side of me, looking down with sad brown eyes.
‘Melissa was like that too, remember?’ he said to Maz. ‘The first time.’
‘Yeah, I remember. Hey, talk to us, Keris. Are you OK?’
‘I’m fine, I’m fine, ignore me, just … You know. A reaction.’
‘A good one or a bad one?’
‘That was incredible. My mind’s blown. I think this is what happens to me when my mind is blown.’
‘Hey, J, you get the lotion and I’ll make Keris a drink. Maybe a brandy. Do
you have brandy?’
‘An ancient bottle in the kitchen somewhere.’
‘Cool. Hold it right there.’
Justin, in the meanwhile, found me a tissue and then rolled me on to my stomach before retrieving a bottle from his bag. Oh, the lotion was heavenly on my cane welts, calming and soothing. I began to sniff less and sigh more.
‘So what were the tears for?’ he asked, circling a lotioned fingertip around the hot spots.
‘I think … gratitude,’ I said. ‘I’m doing things I’ve only dreamed of and finding them even better than fantasy. I expected it to be sordid and awkward, but it’s even more powerful than I imagined.’
‘It’s addictive too,’ commented Justin. ‘I’m pleased we’ve opened this world up to you. Another job well done. Perhaps we should ask for a testimonial.’
‘How many people have you done this with?’
‘Oh God, I don’t know. Dozens. We’re part of a wider scene, like I’ve mentioned.’
Maz came back in with the brandy, which she put to my lips as if I were a child and she my nurse. It was instantly comforting and I sank back into the pillow, floating on a sense of being cherished and cared for.
‘So it was OK?’ she asked anxiously.
‘Honestly, brilliant,’ I mumbled.