Ryder Fox, Silver Dollar - Sex Stories

Ryder Fox, Silver Dollar

... ring, rubbing the serrations against my clit. I was breathing hard through my nose. Amy’s tongue was in my mouth, Jack’s cock was deep in my pussy, and my husband was sitting just one barstool away.

Hogtied and pinned between Jack and Amy, heightened my arousal and I began to cum very hard. My contractions caused my whole body to convulse fitfully. My cries continued to be muted by Amy’s tongue in my mouth. As I writhed and thrashed in their grip, Amy whispered, “She’s cumming, Jack! She’s cumming hard! Keep fucking her!”

Jack needed no encouragement. Amy’s tongue kept working in my mouth, Jack kept driving his cock into me like a piston. Their hands on me remained active. Jack’s hands were on my breasts, fingers were pinching my nipples and squeezing them onto the metal bars. Amy had one hand on my throat, fingers tracking my ribbon choker, and the fingers of her other hand were scraping my serrated pussy ring onto my clit. I hardly descended from my first orgasm before I was wracked with a second one. This time I came so hard that Jack expostulated into my ear, “God, Ryder, you’ve got my cock in a pulsating vise! I can’t hold it –”

He began to buck, pounding his organ into me even harder. I felt the warmth of his discharge deep inside me, spasmodic spurts that seemed to fill my womb. Amy finally released me and leaned on the bar. Sweat dripped off her jaw. I put my head on the bar, my hands still tied behind me, and just lay there, drained, shattered.

“Gosh, Ryder,” I heard Trevor’s voice. “You’ve hardly drunk any of your Bucks Fizz.”

I opened my eyes and managed to half sit up. Amy was glassy-eyed, but Jack was gone.

“The night is...