She reverted to her original position as if nothing had happened, and the prowling rotation started up again.
The next person to win this perverse game of musical chairs was a woman in thigh-high boots and a leather corset. She pushed her crotch into the submissive’s face and ground it there. The submissive licked and lapped while the mistress held her head so it couldn’t move back.
The mistress beckoned to another man, and they got the submissive on to all fours, to continue licking the woman while the man smacked her bottom with a belt, then spread her legs and caressed her.
I was, much as I would have hated to admit it, hot and bothered at the sight of the submissive’s predicament. She took it all meekly and obediently, continuing to service her master and mistress until the mistress was satisfied and the dominant pair retired again.
I knew Joss was moved by it all too, judging by the hard mound digging into my bottom. He began kissing my neck again, and moving his hands up inside my shirt. I was more than happy to let him.
Watching the submissive being used by each dominant in turn was the hottest show of my life. I imagined myself in her place, now bent over to be taken, now laid down, now standing straight for a hard spanking, now made to part her bottom cheeks for anal penetration. Joss got his hand down my jeans and he found me needy inside the tight denim, squashing his fingers between my legs and pressing my clit in rhythm with whatever was happening on the lawn at the time.
Everybody was obviously primed and ready for pleasure, for nobody among the dominants took longer than a couple of minutes to reach climax. But there were six of them, and that made for a gorgeous, long, slow, dirty massage from Joss.
‘That’ll be you one day,’ he whispered to me.
The last dom had taken their pleasure, and this was the signal for a free-for-all, everybody diving on the woman and fighting over her, so she was at the centre of a giant twelve-handed monster. I could hear her howl of orgasm so clearly, and I joined her, much more quietly, as Joss rubbed me to my own furtive spending.
By the time I had recovered, the group were in a tangled orgy on the lawn. I panted the fog of orgasm out and regained my sanity, together with an absolute certainty that I would never be able to put myself in the place of that submissive. Never, ever.
‘It won’t,’ I said, still hanging on to the thread of Joss’s words, although he seemed to have forgotten them.
‘Won’t what?’ He prodded the small of my back with the lump in his trousers.
‘Be me. That. I couldn’t do something like that.’
‘Good. I wouldn’t share you anyway.’
I twisted my neck to look at his face. He meant it.
‘But if that’s how they do things …’
‘Hush. She’s obviously very experienced. They wouldn’t ask anything like that of a new girl. By the time they’d expect it of you, all this will be over and the house back in my hands.’
My misgivings crowded into my head, via my stomach.
‘It’s such a huge risk,’ I said.
‘Everything’s a risk. You don’t scare easily, Lu, I know that. You can do this.’
I turned all the way round and let him pull me against his chest and hold me there.
‘What if I decided I couldn’t?’ I whispered. I needed to know this. ‘What if I said I didn’t want to go through with this stupid plan?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Would that be it for you and me? Over?’
‘God, no. It’d just be back to the caravan plan. I mean, it’d be hard for me, but as long as I had you … Are you having cold feet?’
‘I’m not sure.’
I had the answer I needed, at least. Any other decisions could be postponed.
‘Lucy, we can pull this off. We can get the house back. I promise it’ll work. In the meantime …’ He broke off and glanced down sheepishly at the ever-present bulge in his trousers.
I kissed his face and slid down to my knees.
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