She almost didn’t knock. Anne timidly raised her fist again and gave a quiet rap on the hotel bedroom door, her heart thudding against her ribs. Excitement bubbled through her, but it was mixed with a healthy dose of anxiety. What if they don’t like me in person? What if I mess something up? What if I’m not good at licking up—”

The door softly pulled back on its hinges, and Anne gazed up into the smiling faces of the couple she had been talking to online for the past month. David spoke first, waving a hand towards the room beyond as they both stood to one side. “Hello, Anne. It’s good to meet you in person, at last.”

“Er, thank you. You too. Both of you.” The corners of Anne’s lips curled for a moment nervously, and she dropped her gaze to the overly patterned carpet as she stepped into the room. She fumbled with the handle of her bag, her fingers squeezing it as she dared to look up again. Stop being silly. You know these guys. It was true. She had spent the last month speaking to them both almost every day, and everything about this meeting had been discussed in fine detail…to the point she had found herself rereading their conversations occasionally while touching herself at night.

Sarah reached over and gently took the bag from Anne’s hands, snaking an arm around the other woman’s shoulders. “Anne, let me put that down for you. Would you like a drink?” She paused as Anne nodded with another timid smile, and she added in a whisper, “It’s okay to be nervous. I’m a little nervous too.” She winked conspiratorially, her hand squeezing Anne’s shoulder for a moment. Anne gasped under her breath at the light touch, a reminder of what Sarah had talked about doing with her hands coming back to her.

Sarah walked across to the small table, where David was busy pouring out glasses of champagne for all three of them, leaving Anne to look around her surroundings. She took a slow step further in, gazing around the large hotel room. It was softly lit with glowing lamps, a large kingsize bed made up neatly with a dark blue cover. The plain grey walls were sparsely decorated with two large canvases of modern artwork, random splatterings of vivid colour against the sobriety of the room. A large window took up the expanse of the far wall, but it was partially covered by curtains matching the duvet. It was warm enough that Anne wanted to take her coat off, but even the act of that seemed somewhat intimate. Both of her hosts were casually dressed; David in a pair of jeans and a crisp white shirt, and Sarah in a simple black, low-cut top and a pencil skirt that hugged her hips. She felt a sudden desire to see both of them naked – they had all swapped photos, many of them extremely not-safe-for-work, but in person felt so different.

“Was it easy to find the hotel?”

“Sorry?” Anne blinked, glancing over to Sarah, who was smiling back at her kindly. “Oh, er…yes, thanks. I’m not used to London, but I followed your directions and it got me where I needed.”

Giving a dirty laugh, Sarah fixed her eyes on Anne and cocked an eyebrow. “That will happen again if you follow our directions.”

Heat flared along Anne’s cheeks at the insinuation, and she squeezed her legs together gently as she giggled, as if to hide the dampness that grew with Sarah’s flirtatious suggestion. She pulled down a little on her skirt, it suddenly feeling just a touch too short for modesty.

“Here you are.” David’s eyes scanned down her for a moment as he passed over a glass. Anticipation tingled over Anne’s skin as she noticed his gaze lingering over her. She took a swallow of her drink, knocking black half the glass in her anxiety. For a moment David looked as though he was going to ask her to remove the coat, but then he stepped back, jerking his head towards Sarah. “Sarah, would you help Anne to…feel more comfortable?”

“I’d love to.” The other woman’s voice was almost a purr as she spoke. Sarah walked across confidently, hips swaying as she clinked her glass down onto the small desk. Anne held her breath, heart thudding against her ribs. David gently took the remainder of the champagne from her hand as Sarah reached up for the lapels of Anne’s coat, holding her gaze. Her fingers slid under the coat, pushing it back off Anne’s shoulders until it hit the floor, her hands moving firmly but gently.

The breath hitched in Anne’s throat as Sarah’s fingers brushed over the top of her breasts, her thin blouse suddenly feeling transparent. A moment later, Sarah leaned in, pressing her lips against Anne’s and pushing her up against the wall behind. Letting out a needy moan, she returned the urgency of the other woman’s kiss, eagerly flicking her tongue out as though to taste her. A hand slid up along her cheek to rest in her hair, the fingers curling into it and pulling just hard enough for her scalp to prickle at the movement. Sarah flattened herself against her body, and Anne arched herself into the other woman, her senses overwhelmed with how soft and warm Sarah felt pressed into her. The kiss grew more insistent, and Sarah pulled Anne’s plump low lip between her teeth, nipping it for a moment with a touch that was gentle…but promised it was only gentle for now.

They pulled away only as David’s deep voice broke in, “I think it’s time Sarah helped you undress down to your lingerie, Anne. And then I want you to undress her to the same, and warm her up as well, with your tongue.” The bed squeaked as he sat on the corner of it, content for now to watch.

“Yes, Sir,” both women replied, Anne somewhat more shakily than Sarah, but her mouth watered at the thought of warming up the curvy woman in front of her. Without waiting, Sarah began to undo the small buttons on Anne’s blouse, taking her time as more flesh was revealed slowly, the silk fabric moving aside easily. Her skirt was next, and Sarah pulled her close to reach behind for the zip, their eyes finding each other. Her lips hovered over Anne’s, warm breath connecting for a second, then the skirt slid to the floor and Sarah pulled back.

She bit her lip as she gazed over Anne. “You’re so sexy,” she breathed, reaching out to run a finger along the black lace bra that barely encased Anne’s breasts. The shyer woman gave a whimper as her nipple peaked beneath the intimate touch. She shivered, goosepimples travelling over her skin, dressed only in her bra and knickers now.

“So are you,” she managed, barely able to look up and hold Sarah’s gaze. Breathing heavily, she put out trembling hands and reached for Sarah’s waistband, feeling for a zip. The harsh noise ripped through the air, and the garment fell to the floor in a heap, revealing Sarah’s lower body encased in black stockings and a red thong. Anne couldn’t help running her hands along Sarah’s hips for a moment, her fingertips lingering over the tops of the stockings, before she moved them upwards to peel off the other woman’s top. It was obvious Sarah was just as eager as she was, her red lace bra doing little to hide her stiff nipples. “Your breasts look so soft,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss along the top of one of them.

The exotic scent of perfume washed over her, and she flicked her tongue out eagerly to taste the skin waiting underneath. Sarah gave a soft moan, urging Anne on as she moved her lips over the lace until she reached the nipple, sucking it into her mouth. A feminine hand came to rest on the back of her head, pushing down with just enough pressure to ensure it was dominant. Her pussy clenched in response to Sarah’s touch. Anne let her hands roam freely over the other woman’s curves, her mouth following in a desperate path down Sarah’s front until she reached the thong. She buried herself in the other woman’s mound as she knelt down, her tongue leaving a wet trail as she licked in the crevices of Sarah’s legs and down towards the clit she knew would be throbbing just a little way below. Both women were breathing hard and letting out whimpers, and Anne had an urge to reach down and slide two fingers into the slickness she could feel growing between her legs, but she reminded herself it would only lead to a punishment if she did – for Sarah as well as herself.

The floor creaked by her knees as David came close. She had been so focused on her task that she didn’t even hear him move from the bed. He moved behind Anne, easily snapping her bra undone and letting it fall away from her breasts. Her tongue kept moving as David took his time undressing them both, only pausing behind Sarah as he leaned down to kiss her neck, biting down for a second on her collarbone. She let out an aroused squeal, and Anne glanced up, only to meet David’s steady gaze. “Both of you, kneel down.” His lips curled in a sadistic grin. “I think it’s time we stopped being so gentle.”

Sarah dropped to her knees next to Anne, reaching a hand over to smooth it down the other woman’s bare leg. Butterflies fluttered in Anne’s stomach at the touch, and she couldn’t resist rocking her hips, the taste of Sarah’s skin still on her tongue. Her focus was soon drawn elsewhere, though. David was close enough to fill her vision, and the bulge in his trousers left no misunderstanding of how turned on he was from watching Sarah and herself together. “Well?” His deep voice cut through her thoughts. “Do I need to explain to you both what to do?”

“No, Sir…I’m happy to show Anne,” Sarah replied in a breathy voice, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on his jeans. A thick cock sprang out, stiff and eager already, and Anne’s mouth watered at the sight. The two women immediately leaned forwards, both sticking their tongues out to run them over his balls, Sarah moaning as she gently sucked on them. Anne groaned in response. She was certain she had never felt more aroused than she did at that moment, and they had only just started. At first, their dominant let them move slowly over his cock, sliding their mouths up and down it, tasting the saltiness of his skin as they ran their tongues along the firm flesh, both meeting at the top in a messy, passionate kiss as they paused to suck at the head.

Then the mood changed.

While sliding her lips down over the top of his wide erection, Anne realised Sarah had pulled back, but before she could pull back and see why, she felt David’s strong hand pushing her back down. She gagged for a moment, struggling for a split second to breathe before getting it under control, eager to feel him forcing it back into her. She heard Sarah give a sharp gasp, and her mind raced through scenarios of what might be happening behind her, shifting her knees on the rough carpet. The firm press on the back of her head vanished for a moment, but then she felt a smaller hand weaving its fingers into her hair taking over the sensation. “That’s it, Sarah. Show her how to do it.”

Anne couldn’t believe how wet it made her to know it was Sarah forcing her head onto David’s cock. Being dominated by both of them, just like in their online chats, Sarah giving a sadistic laugh as Anne gagged and struggled on the thickness in her mouth. “That’s it, take all of it.” The other woman leaned in so she could whisper in Anne’s ear, “I want your throat bruised by David’s cock.”

Only able to give a whimper in response, Anne did as she was asked for several minutes until saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth. David pulled away as it slid down to her chest, taking a moment to pick the slobber up on his fingers and rub it over her face. Anne felt like her pussy was going to combust, his clit throbbing eagerly. “T-Thank you, Sir.” She gasped for breath, gazing up dazedly for praise. No, not praise. For him to tell her what a disgustingly messy slut she was being.

A slap stung her cheek as his palm landed there, and she gave a shriek in response, adding another as Sarah’s hand came down hard on her right breast. Both areas tingled, and she hoped there would be marks left there. David gripped her chin hard, yanking her gaze back to his. “Look at the drool you’ve made. Can’t you control yourself? Are you that desperate to choke yourself on my dick?”

She could only nod her head, swiping a tongue over her dry lips. “Yes, Sir. I want to choke on it. I want to do whatever you and Miss want me to do. I want to serve you both.” Her body trembled with the desire coursing through it.

Another hard slap landed on her breast, but this one wrought a moan from her. Sarah leaned in and ran her tongue along Anne’s neck as though tasting her. Anne’s eyelids fluttered shut for a moment. The lick turned into a bite as she got to Anne’s jaw, and she didn’t release the more submissive woman until she was rewarded with a cry. “Sir, Anne says she wants to serve us, but she hasn’t tasted me properly yet.” She could practically hear the other woman turning her lovely eyes up towards David hopefully. Anne was hopeful too. She wanted to experience Sarah’s pussy over her face as much as she wanted David’s cock in her mouth.

David gave a chuckle. “Well, let’s change that, shall we?”

*******

Five minutes later, Anne found herself laid on her back on the bed, her face positioned under Sarah’s soaked pussy, her own exposed to Sarah’s waiting lips in a sixty-nine position. Both women whimpered as they shifted, their nipples clamped together, their labia stretched open with more clamps fastened to straps around their legs. Pain snapped through Anne’s body as the woman on top of her leaned forwards to slide a wet tongue along her folds, pulling the clamps between them taut. She let out a low cry, digging her nails into Sarah’s legs, her eyesight wavering as tears formed. The pain melted into pleasure as the other woman’s mouth moved over her pussy, and the cry became a moan.

“I thought you said you wanted to serve us?” taunted David, grabbing a fistful of Anne’s hair and forcing her head upwards so she was level with Sarah’s intimate folds. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire as she leaned in, mixing together agony and arousal as she stuck out her tongue. The other woman tasted sweet compared to David’s saltiness, and warmth flooded her core as she eagerly ate Sarah out, pausing to suck gently on her swollen clitoris. Her shyness from earlier was gone, replaced by a desperate need to prove herself, lapping up the flood of juices coating her face as Sarah continued the same on her pussy. The room was filled with the sound of the two women whimpering and moaning loudly, their voices muffled as their mouths moved faster. David walked around and occasionally slapped an ass cheek or tugged at a nipple, breathing harder at the resulting squeal of pain.

Sarah stuck her tongue inside Anne, and the stimulation of it was too much, every muscle between her legs tensing. Her orgasm crashed over her, and she threw her head back, groaning with abandon to the room. Her head spun with dizziness, her lips still coated with the taste of Sarah, and she sank into the warmth that floated over her.

She snapped her eyes open. Oh shit. She was supposed to ask permission.

Sarah had stopped, and David moved swiftly to unclamp the two women, both of them giving shrieks as sensation returned to their numbed nipples. As Sarah moved off Anne, he leaned down, gripping Anne’s chin and pinning her to the bed with a single hard stare. “Did I give you permission to cum?”

“N-No, Sir.”

“Off the bed. Bend over it. Arms stretched out front.”

Trembling, Anne moved herself quickly, keeping her eyes downcast. Humiliation burned her cheeks red, doing nothing to quell the arousal that was quickly returning with the anticipation of what was coming. There was a snap of leather as David pulled off the belt around his waist, and Anne let out a few quick breaths as she tentatively bend herself over the foot of the bed, putting her hands up above her head.

“Here, Sarah. Take the belt. Ten strokes. Make some of them hard enough to leave a lasting reminder of why my submissives ask for permission.”

Anne’s eyes opened wide as she realised Sarah was going to dole out her punishment. She wiggled her bum excitedly, rocking it upwards as the other woman came behind her, running a single finger down Anne’s back and trailing it off into the tight ring of her arse. David’s strong hands wrapped themselves around her wrists, pinning her in place like a vice. She could feel herself dripping onto the back of her legs.

Crack!

The first hit was unexpected without any warning, and Anne let out a sharp cry. David’s grip tightened.

“I hope you’re hitting hard enough, Sarah. She’s your submissive, and you didn’t correct her behaviour. Your punishment comes next.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.” Sarah’s tone didn’t sound worried, though – quite the opposite, she sounded excited by the proposition. “I’ll make sure she remembers for next time.”

Crack! This hit was twice as hard as the previous one, and Anne sucked in air before giving a muffled scream into the duvet. Sarah hit again, this time three lighter but more rapid slaps with the belt strap, before landing another loud crack on her left bum cheek. Anne screamed against the onslaught, fresh tears forcing themselves from her eyes, her core squeezing desperately with need as she pulled against Sarah’s hold.

The belt slapping her arse seemed to go on forever, until at last David pulled her up, pulling her forwards and pressing a kiss to her lips. Anne shut her eyes and whimpered into it, her fingers dancing over the sore lines that now covered her bum. I hope they bruise. The kiss deepened, their tongues lapping against each other hungrily, until David broke the kiss and pointed to the corner of the room. “Go over there, kneel down.” His eyes burned with lust as he cast them over the two women, his erection so stiff it was almost arching against his stomach. “You will stay there and watch,” he instructed, his tone firm, “but you will not touch yourself at all. Is that clear?”

Anne’s cunt spasmed. “Yes, Sir.” She did as she was asked, quickly making her way to the corner and kneeling down on the rough carpet. Pressing her palms into the floor to try and ignore how badly her clitoris throbbed, she turned her attention to the bed. Sarah had taken her spot, bending herself over the bed in readiness for what was to come. Anne already knew it would be worse than her punishment – Sarah was more of a masochist than she was, and the thought made her equally nervous and giddy. Her eyes moved slowly over Sarah’s curves and David’s strong body, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard. I wish I could touch myself, they’re so sexy. Everything is so fucking wet and needy down there right now!

She watched, her breath hitching, as David grabbed both of Sarah’s wrists in turn and attached a leather cuff to each before pulling them behind her back and locking them together. Sarah let out a soft moan, rocking her hips into the bed. Giving a sinister short laugh, David plunged two fingers deep inside Sarah, making her cry out wantonly. “It’s so unfair you didn’t get an orgasm, Sarah. So I will let you have one,” he continued, reaching over and holding a ball gag out for her to take in her mouth, securing the buckle for it tightly behind her head, “but it’s going to hurt.” He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, brushing her hair back so Anne had a good view of her face.

Sarah gave a whimper, her fingers clenching into fists at his words, but Anne could see her pussy glistening from where she knelt, betraying her true feelings. She wished desperately she could touch her own aching folds as she gazed open-mouthed at the scene before her. A pang of jealously went through her that she wasn’t in Sarah’s place, thrilling her as it intensified her arousal, or even that she wasn’t allowed to sit under both of them, licking Sarah’s swollen cunt or David’s thick cock.

She watched intently as David grabbed the powerful wand vibrator that had been sat innocently to one side on the desk, already plugged in, and taped it to Sarah’s left leg so it was positioned directly under her clitoris. He switched it on, immediately sliding it up to an incredibly high speed with no easy build up. Sarah jerked away from it with a muffled scream, and Anne could see from the movement of her jaw she was biting down on the gag. Then came the belt again. The thud of it hitting Sarah’s flesh echoed through the room, and it was obvious she hadn’t hit Anne as hard as she was currently being hit.

Anne bit her lip, her body in a turmoil of emotions. Her anxiety spiked every time the belt snapped down again, but it was eased by the lustful moans Sarah gave after every scream she gave. Anne shifted, her position growing uncomfortable as she felt herself leaking onto the floor below. Warmth flooded her lower body, the inner walls of her pussy squeezing so hard she worried she might cum despite not touching herself.

Finally, the twenty strikes were over, Sarah’s legs and bum covered in thick, angry red marks that again made envy stab through Anne. She knew her marks wouldn’t bruises anywhere near as easily, and she wanted to beg Miss to hit her again to match her own. Although I know I won’t be allowed. I’m not worthy enough to have that many marks, especially as I needed a punishment. A grin spread over Anne’s lips for a moment. She loved feeling like less than her dominants, to really feel as though she needed humiliating for daring to go against what they had asked of her. Her heart thudded in her chest as she humped the cool air beneath her.

“Thank you, Sir,” Sarah managed to say, her breathing heavy as the gag was carefully taken off, her arms already free.

“You’re both good girls for taking your punishment so well. But I’m only going to fuck one of you,” David teased, glancing over to Anne. He and Sarah both knew this was what Anne wanted, what she had agreed to. Her biggest kink was to be cucked, to be made to watch as Sarah got the pleasure she was denied. She licked her lips excitedly as Sarah was turned around on the bed so she was facing Anne face on, on her hands and knees.

Sarah gave a sultry smile, her eyes boring into Anne’s. “Oh, Sir, I’m so impatient to feel you inside of me. Please don’t hold back.”

“I’m not planning to,” their Dominant promised, his hands already sliding over Sarah’s breasts, tugging at her nipples and squeezing their softness in a large handful. The pair melted together in a mess of lips and tongues, moaning and growling as David trailed kisses down the back of Sarah’s neck and back. He grasped Sarah’s hair, twisting her head enough to kiss her passionately, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths. Jealousy and lust blended together, leaving Anne breathless as she watched them, desperately wishing she was in Sarah’s place. She loved the feeling, her body aching urgently. At the very least, I want to clean up.

Positioning himself behind, David gripped Sarah’s hips and drove deep inside her with one thrust and a grunt of pleasure. Sarah let out a needy moan, pushing herself back onto him. She stared steadily at Anne with a wide smile, biting her lip. “Oh, I feel so full, Sir. Fuck me, please.”

David chuckled, gazing over at the submissive in the corner. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be bruised on the inside, trust me.” His hips snapped faster, a driving rhythm that thrust Sarah so hard into the bed she fisted the duvet in her hands and cried out. The room was filled with the sound of moans and panting breaths, the mattress squeaking loudly as David pounded into Sarah. Anne pressed her hands into the floor so hard she almost got a friction burn, and she let out an audible gasp as she humped against nothing.

Sarah’s eyes met hers, and the two women locked eyes as the intense fucking relentlessly continued, Sarah’s moans and cries only punctuated by her increasingly broken pleading. “Please, Sir…oh, god, yes, please…harder, please! Oh…you’re so fucking big! Please, Sir, I’m going to…please…”

“You can cum.”

Sarah finally let go, her back arching as her orgasm spilled over, her fingers clenching the sheets. David wasn’t far behind, giving a laden groan as he slapped against Sarah’s arse, ramming her back for his last few pumps before they both sank in a sweating, pleasure-laden pile. Anne couldn’t stand it any longer, and she shuffled forwards a little, her core aching so hard she knew she was close herself. But it was so much sweeter being denied it. “Please, Sir, Miss…please can I clean you both up?”

A slow grin curled David’s lips as he nodded, beckoning her over. “You better do a good job, though.”

She didn’t need permission twice. Anne scrambled to her feet and sank down in front of her two dominants, starting with David’s cock, then moving over to lap at Sarah’s pussy. They tasted of each other, salt and sweet mixed together, and she couldn’t get enough of it. Her tongue moved slowly over their skin, a whimper coming from her throat as they pressed into her mouth. Now I’ve never been this wet. All I can think about is how desperate I am for an orgasm…and how much I don’t want to be given one. She smiled as her lips disappeared around David’s thick cock for a moment. She had never felt so fulfilled before.

The thought lingered with her even as David and Sarah pulled her onto the bed between them, stroking her hair and offering her water. Sarah turned to look deep into Anne’s eyes, pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. “Was it okay? Did you enjoy it?”

Anne grinned in response. “Best sexual experience I’ve had yet.”

“Yet?” David propped himself up on one elbow behind Anne, looking down at the two women as he ran his hand over both of them in turn, tracing the curves of their arses. “I guess we’ll have to have a another go until you say it is the best sex you’ve ever had.” Anne could only giggle and agree as the three of them began to explore one another again…