1. Always Faithful - Chapter FiveThirty


    Date: 12/5/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: BobNbobbi, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    danced back to him, she gave a tongue kiss. They repeated feeling and kissing throughout their dance. The girls returned to the table holding hands with the men as first paired. “One last good kiss please, and then it is time for these birds to fly away home.” The two men were left disappointed as Laura and Liaison disappeared from view, but the night was still young and it had only cost a drink apiece, so far. > > > > - - “Well hello, fancy you at my door. I didn’t know you were in town. Who is the lovely lady with you tonight?” Laura introduced Liaison as they went to Upper Floor’s sitting area. “I have told my friend a little about you and your interesting home. We are ending an early evening out after a long day in the office. I thought an in person introduction would be an amusing end to our day.” “I am glad you thought of me as a suitable last act for your evening.” Laura and Upper Floor continued stilted conversation through a snifter of French brandy. Liaison watched and joined in when she could. Finally Laura moved the conversation forward. “Show us your playroom; I want my friend to see what I have tried to describe.” Upper Floor led the way to his playroom; his attention directed solely to Liaison. He explained each whip fully, how made and used. “Your friend loves this one”, he handed Liaison the multi-strand flail. “Feel the soft leather when you run your fingers through the strands. It is a different soft when it strikes tender flesh. Used properly, this flail ...
    can turn your breast from delightful pink to flaming red, and you will ask for once more after each lash.” Liaison looked at their host with disbelief; she looked to Laura who was nodding her head yes. “You like this one?” Laura kept nodding her head and her tongue traced her upper lip. “Your breasts, your tits?” “Yes, my tits. When he uses the flail they are tits.” Liaison looked intently, “Where else? Where else on you?” Upper Floor intervened. “This is my playroom; you both look exquisite in your party dresses, but out of place in this room. You should at least remove your dresses, under things too, if we are to play.” “I brought my friend to look, not to play. Not tonight.” “Humor an old man, my dear.” “Let me show you my favorite place, Liaison.” Holding hands the women walked to the balcony. A light San Francisco fog added eerie atmosphere. “Cuff me to the rail, turn the lights on me, call Mario and tell him to watch as you fondle me.” In just a few minutes, Laura heard the first call of puta through the fog. Upper Floor heard too; he reached between spread thighs to squeeze her silk covered mound. Laura moaned. “Who is Mario, where is he?” “He is a nasty little Mexican. He lives over there, the building across the way; he is on his balcony watching us.” Liaison crossed her arms over her chest to cover and conceal. “I want to fuck you for Mario tonight; I want to make you his puta.” “No, not tonight, we only play tonight.” “You love this, don’t you Laura? Just like the ...
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