Amelia was wildly writhing in her seat, gasping and moaning like she was drowning. At the peak of her excitement, Rich lifted his head and rammed the wood toy into her open cunt. Her whole body convulsed in a violent shuddering spasm, as her pussy released its juices in a powerful gush, running down over the chair and wood pieces underneath. The panting breath emanating from her lips was shallow and erratic, failing to deliver any substantial amount of oxygen. Amelia felt herself beginning to float.
Rich leaned in, so his forehead pressed against hers and asked, through his own panting breath, “Are you my Fuck Girl?” Before she even had a chance to answer he snarled, through clenched teeth, “I KNOW you ARE!” and yanked her out of the chair by her hair. He stood her in front of him and took her nipple between the fingers of his free hand, and powerfully twisted and pinched it, causing Amelia to drop to her knees as she reached another mind-blowing orgasm.
Professor had thrown the chair across the room and kicked the cum-soaked wood to the side. He had replaced it with a sturdy narrow table. He walked over to the other two, and with Rich’s assistance, brought Amelia to her feet and draped her over the table. Professor began binding her wrists to the two legs on one side as Rich bound her ankles to the two legs on the other. The men walked to a work table and retrieve two leather floggers. They walked around to Amelia’s head and pulled her face up by her hair. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the floggers, and a weak smile grew across her face as she whispered, “Yes, please, Sirs.”
They dropped her head and immediately circled to her presented ass and begin an alternating assault. SWICK! SWACK! SWICK! SWACK! The floggers make a perfect rhythm as they turned her cheeks a deep crimson red. After a battering that consisted of at least 40 lashes, they both stopped, stood back and admired their handy work. Professor smiled as he noticed the streams of fluid flowing down her legs, emanating from her over-saturated pussy.
Amelia weakly lifted her head and meekly spoke. “Please, Sirs. Please fuck me now, Sirs.”
Professor walked over and squatted down next to her head. He gently placed his hand under her chin and supported it while he looked lovingly into her eyes. He tenderly kissed her lips and asked, “Are you ready to be fucked now, Baby?”
“Yes, Please, Sir” she begged.
He looked at her adoringly then glanced over at Richard and smiled. Turning his head back to face Amelia, he chuckled and said, “Nope! Not yet. I need a beer. How about you Rich?” He dropped her chin and the two of them walked out of the room. They returned shortly with two beers, pulled up a couple of lawn chairs behind her, reclined and began appreciating their drinks and the view.
Amelia waited patiently, draped and bound to the table, for whatever would come next. Her desire to please was coursing powerfully through her body like never before. The juices continued to run down her legs. Her head was fuzzy, but her breathing had steadied. She was totally consumed and floating in her glorious sub-space. She just couldn’t wait another minute and began begging again, “PLEASE! PLEASE, Sirs! I NEED to serve your needs. PLEASE use me, Sirs.”
As the two men smiled and finished their beers, Professor asked, “Rich, would you like first shot at her mouth or her ass?”
“Please, you choose. It’s your house, and decidedly, your Bitch,” Rich light-heartedly replied.
To be continued…