Seven Scarlet Tales

Everything was quiet after that, save the rain and the slow sucking and licking sounds of Lucy servicing her master’s cock with her mouth.

‘Stop,’ said Richard, after about three minutes.

Rob made an inarticulate sound of disagreement but Lucy, conditioned to obey, unsealed her lips and looked up at Richard, trying to focus her eyes.

‘What the fuck?’ said Rob, when he could form words.

‘No, I don’t mean stop entirely,’ said Richard. ‘It’s just occurred to me that she could get on the seat between us and suck you from there. Then I could play with her.’ He patted the leather space. ‘Up on the seat, slut, and get back to work.’

He spoke again to Rob while Lucy arranged herself as ordered and resumed her sucking.

‘I’m sorry it seems as if I’m giving all the orders. Once we’re back in the house, perhaps you could take over. What do you think? Take turns? Or come up with some other way of playing this?’

‘Uh – maybe discuss – over dinner,’ panted Rob.

Richard chuckled. ‘You’re right. Now isn’t the best time.’

Lucy, bent over, cramming as much of Rob’s cock between her teeth as she could, flinched a little when Richard’s thick fingers pulled her pussy lips wide from behind.

‘This busy little pussy is going to get a lot of attention this weekend,’ he said, pushing a forefinger up inside her. He moved it backwards and forwards, getting it nice and slippery, before withdrawing it and tracing it upwards, into the furrow of her bottom. He found her tight back passage and gave it a sharp, squirmy jab.

‘And so is this,’ he promised.

She moaned over the head of Rob’s cock, and he echoed in response.

‘Keep it up,’ he urged. ‘Suck harder.’ He began to thrust into her throat, his fist tugging at her hair.

She bore down on him, feeling Richard’s fingers press harder and harder on her clit, until Rob made an incoherent exclamation and flooded her throat with salty creaminess.

‘She knows how to give a proper welcome,’ said Richard approvingly.

He withdrew his fingers from her pussy.

Lucy knelt up, groggy and disorientated, seeing her naked body in the windscreen.

Richard placed his hands on her hips.

‘I think it’s my turn now,’ he said.

With her position reversed, Lucy treated Richard to a slower, more stately version of fellatio while Rob flicked at her clit and speared her with his fingers.

‘Open her up,’ growled Richard, his fingers plucking and pinching at the back of Lucy’s neck. ‘Take what you want from her.’

Rob used the length of his fingers to rub and slither back and forth between Lucy’s pussy lips. Nobody seemed shy any more, or awkward at the strangeness of the situation. The heat hung around them, enveloping them in a magic sex world that admitted of no other thoughts.

Lucy gorged on Richard’s cock just as much as she devoured the sensation of two pairs of hands on her, grabbing her breasts, slapping her bum, filling her pussy. She wriggled back on Rob’s busy fingers as she took Richard deeper and deeper down her throat, possessed by her sexuality.

When she came, Richard pulled sharply out of her mouth and let warm streams of ejaculate decorate her breasts. Some of it got on to her neck and chin.

‘Leave it there,’ ordered Richard.

At her rear, Rob kissed and nipped at her bum cheeks, his fingers still plunged deep.

Richard took his phone and photographed her, kneeling like that, dripping with come while Rob worked behind her.

‘I want lots of pictures of this weekend,’ said Richard, to Rob, who had risen from his worship of Lucy’s bottom. ‘One of us can take them while the other is occupied with Lucy. She’s going to get more attention than she can handle, and I want it on record.’

‘Sure,’ said Rob. He helped Lucy back into a sitting position. ‘Are you sure you’re ready for this?’