Sharon's Tale Chapter 2: Three's Not a Crowd - Sex Stories

Sharon's Tale Chapter 2: Three's Not a Crowd

... this on occasion.

“Good girl, that is what you will get if you disobey me; this is what you get if you are good,” and she plunges her fingers deep into my pussy, at least four, I think, stretching me wide. I nearly groan, just stopping myself.

“Stand up and walk into the bedroom; I will join you shortly.” Parinda points the way.

“Yes, mistress.” I meekly reply.

I wait patiently. Parinda and Gupta walk in; They are both naked. Gupta walks to the chair and sits down. Parinda walks toward me, and I gasp; she has a beautiful body, but it is the giant strap-on cock she is wearing that makes me gasp. I've never seen anything like it before.

She slaps my right tit hard, making me gasp again, another slap. I keep quiet.

“I did not tell you to make a noise,’’ she shouts.

“Lie in the middle of the bed, face up, and spread your arms and legs wide apart. Gupta, tie her to the four corners when she is in position,” Parinda commands her husband.

Funny, we both replied correctly.

Spreadeagled, my sex hole exposed and vulnerable, I began to have doubts about this situation.

Parinda, though, is now full of gentleness as she sits astride my waist and gently plays with my breasts, squeezing and kneading, twisting and pulling my nipples. I moan gently. Slap, slap both breasts; I moan again, slap, slap, slap, slap.

“Be quiet, or it will get much worse for you,” she splutters.

More gentleness, she is kissing and nipping them now; I keep quiet with difficulty. ...

... Sliding down my body, she nips and kisses every inch of me, down to my wanton pussy. She sits up and stares at my hole.

‘’Gupta, come here and see.’’ He does as requested.

“Don’t just look, my husband; fill it with your seed,” she commands.

Gupta climbs atop me and slides his rigid cock gently inside of me. He moves in long and gentle strokes for a good few minutes. And leans into me, whispering in my ear, “You are doing well, just the right amount of fight.”

“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Gupta, fuck the slut as if you mean it,” she reprimands. He does, pounding me like a jackhammer, hard, fast, and quickly climaxing, flooding me with his warm seed.

“Move away, Gupta. Good girl, you kept very quiet; there’s always reward as well as punishment,” she purrs as she moves between my legs and starts licking at my hole, removing and swallowing all the cum she can get. Next, moving to my lips, cleaning and stretching them, I groan. She bites me – quiet is difficult! Then my clitoris is attacked; her tongue is wicked, swiping from side to side, but she is being so gentle it is like being tickled by a butterfly. I know she is going to make me cum. I have to be still and quiet; I tense my muscles, willing myself to keep still as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. I am biting my lip; it passes.

“Oh, so much better, my dear, so much better. Shall we do that again,” she teases.

“Yes, please, mistress,” I beg.

“Oh, better still,” and she lowers herself back to ...