Cassie and the Couple

Cassie gazed unseeing out of the window as the taxi took her to the suburbs. She was trying to keep a lid on her nervous excitement, and she wondered to herself if she was being wise, running the arrangements through her head for the tenth time. And running the erotic possibilities through her head, too.

She had been thinking all day, from the moment she boarded the express that took her the three hours from the capital, across the flat north European countryside, to this small town. After checking in at the modest hotel, she fidgeted for an hour and threw away her coffee -- she was hyped enough without caffeine -- and then it was time to get ready.

Thankfully, the September horizon was pregnant with rain, despite the bright sunshine, and thus her short raincoat was justified. It had been one of her biggest worries, how to get to where she was going without attracting both unwanted attention and completely justified assumptions. All things considered, other things may have warranted greater concern, but her caution was understandable. Though God knows what the taxi driver thought.

The taxi turned off a main road, and Cassie guessed she was getting closer to her destination. What to expect? She knew the couple she was seeing were somewhere in their forties -- provided the photos on their profile weren't a lie. She didn't mind having fun with older people, and now she was nearly thirty, forty didn't feel quite so old anymore. And what they expected? Well, she was complacent enough to believe they'd definitely be satisfied with what they got.

The suburb was delightful, when they reached it, with smallish wooden houses and picket fences around pretty gardens. Cassie began noting the street names as they approached each side-street, and finally, with her stomach performing another loop, she saw the street.

"Just here's fine," she said to the driver as he turned.

"Are you sure? It's a little way down here..."

"No, it's fine. I fancy the walk."

The taxi driver shrugged and stopped, and happily accepted the tip when she offered it. He gave her his card in return.

"Give me a call when you need to go back to your hotel," he said, and she tried to divine some hidden understanding on his part. Did he know why she was there? Surely, he could tell just by looking. He must think she was on the game. Was he offering as a means of giving her some security? Or did he just think she'd have a pile of cash in a couple of hours...

She was overthinking, she knew, and she mentally slapped herself. Take a deep breath, put your comfort bag over your shoulder, and walk to your perfectly guilt-free assignation.

The road itself was lovely, with a couple of children on bikes in the distance, and an old man with a lawnmower, and in another garden a woman clipping her rose bushes. It was the picture of suburbia and Cassie was out of place, her raincoat covering nothing but a harness nobody could see, and the top of her fishnet tights. At least nobody had the bad taste to notice her.

And on the reverse side, what she was going to do was surely the very picture of suburbia, too. Just suburbia behind closed doors, the suburbia hinted at through bad jokes over the barbecue, and the gossip of mothers on the school run. The suburbia populated by people with a decent standard of living, still relatively young physically (and more so mentally), but whose world has suddenly been limited by responsibility: where before, they could seduce or be seduced in Friday night bars across the city, they were now restricted to their neighbours. But the desire hadn't left them, yet.

She counted the numbers as she walked along the pavement, looking ahead to estimate which house was her destination, and then she saw it. She paused, then put her best foot forward and walked the last thirty yards to a house just like all the others.

She opened the gate to the front garden and walked past chrysanthemums, and dahlias, and hydrangeas, laid out in artful chaos around a postage stamp lawn. The door was to the side of the building, and she felt a little grateful for that as she took the path around to the tiny porch, a fence opposite the house making for a narrow corridor and hiding her from any prying eyes.

If she was going to stop, that was the time, and she felt a little reluctance -- perhaps ten percent telling her this was madness, to back out and never come back. The ninety percent, though, felt a surge and suddenly she was wet enough to lean against the wall of the house and fuck herself ragged with her hairbrush. She knocked on the door.

It was a moment before she saw a shadow through the glass and then the door opened. Standing in front of her, half-a-head shorter and with a lot more curves to her, was a blonde woman she recognised from her profile picture.

"Melanie?" said the woman Cassie knew as Maya, who seemed a little taken aback at the sight of the pretty woman on her doorstep, with her shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes: her photo hadn't lied. It took Cassie a moment to catch up to the fake name she had provided, but then she nodded.

"Come in," said Maya, standing to one side. Now Cassie looked she could see the woman was wearing a black dress that finished just above the knee and elbow, and she had black tights (or perhaps stockings) with heeled calf-boots. Most noticeable, however, was the riding crop which she revealed from behind her back. What she would have done with it had Cassie actually been the gas man come to read the meter, Cassie didn't speculate: given him an unexpectedly pleasant afternoon, perhaps.

"You can hang your coat up here, and put your bag there," said Maya, pointing out a coat hook and a space by the stairs in the cramped, dark hallway.

"I just need to send a message first," said Cassie, pulling her phone from her bag.

"A security message?"

"To my boyfriend," said Cassie, nodding.

"Wise," said Maya, "did he drop you off?"

"At the corner," Cassie lied -- in fact he was back home in the capital, but Maya didn't need to know that.

"When does he need the next message?"

"Before ninety minutes are up."

"I'll remember," said Maya, and she gave Cassie a brief smile.

They paused for a moment and then Maya took charge, beginning the game.

"Coat there," she reminded Cassie, who undid the belt and buttons on her raincoat and then, with a slight show of reluctance, slipped it off under Maya's fixed gaze.

Cassie, or 'Melanie', hung up her coat and stood to something approximating attention, while Maya took her in. And there was much to take in, for Cassie, 'dressed' in only a black harness around her chest that made her breasts more prominent, and a pair of fishnet tights without a gusset, was slender without being thin, with legs, in particular, to die for. On her feet she was wearing a pair of cute patent leather heeled ankle boots.

"Hands behind your head," Maya ordered, "legs apart."

"Yes, mistress," said Cassie, complying and straightaway falling into her submissive headspace.

"I prefer 'madam', if you must talk," said Maya, as she moved around behind Cassie, looking at her from head to toe.

Maya examined Cassie as much with her crop as with her eyes, running the keeper over her pleasing rump.

In turn, Cassie felt Maya's eyes on her nearly as much as the crop, but it was the crop that was exciting her. Perhaps because the softness could turn to a sting in an instant, Cassie knew she shouldn't enjoy it, but she could hardly resist and felt her nipples swell.

"My husband is upstairs, waiting," said Maya, answering a question Cassie hadn't asked, "I said I wanted to inspect you first. So, what should I call you? 'Slave' is so cliched, after all."

"Whatever pleases you, madam."

"Slut, bitch, whore... which do you like the least?" said Maya, sliding the crop up the inside of Cassie's thigh to her pussy, and pressing the keeper against her.

"Whore," Cassie lied, her eyes half closing as she relished the pleasure of the first touch.

"Well, of course," said Maya, letting the crop slide over Cassie's buttock, "nobody needs to pay, you give it away for free, don't you... whore?"

"Yes, madam," said Cassie, waiting now for the pain she was sure would follow this caress.

Instead, Maya surprised her, suddenly moving close against her back, letting the crop fall away rather than cracking it against her.

"You are a dirty whore, aren't you," Maya breathed, sensuously, "we're going to enjoy using you."

"Thank you, madam," said Cassie, and then she winced as Maya abruptly snaked her hand up to her breast and pinched and pulled at her nipple.

"Did you think I was going to be the nice one?" said Maya, "no, I'm the bad cop. You'll find that out."

"Yes, madam," Cassie gasped, feeling wetter than ever, "thank you."

Maya reached past Cassie to the small table next to the front door and retrieved a black leather collar. She slipped it around Cassie's neck and buckled it, and Cassie felt another erotic ripple at what it might mean -- so many possibilities, though she knew better than to ask.

"Hands behind your back," said Maya, as she stepped back.

Cassie did as she was told, not knowing what to expect: would it be handcuffs, rope or bondage cuffs. Part of her was turned on by the thought of rope, but when Maya bent her arms in the small of her back and started buckling soft cuffs around her wrists, she was happy to settle for the easier option. Within a minute Maya had the cuffs clipped together and Cassie was restrained. Maya walked around in front of her again, scrutinising her all the while.

"Such a filthy whore," she said, more to herself than for Cassie's benefit, and then she placed the crop back between Cassie's legs and caressed her, carefully studying the micro-expressions of enjoyment on Cassie's face -- the little twitch of her lips, the narrowing of her eyes, the flaring of her nostril. Maya was going to enjoy making this one beg, and she smiled at the thought.

A final touch was a leather lead that Maya clipped first to a ring on the back of the collar, and then to the chain linking the two cuffs, with Cassie's arms now held firmly in place behind her.

"Darling, our guest has arrived," Maya called out, and then turning to Cassie she continued, "up the stairs."

Maya held Cassie's upper arm as she climbed the stairs carefully, in part to ensure she didn't fall (and felt comfortable that she wouldn't fall), but also to emphasise her control. The narrow wooden stairs echoed a little from Cassie's ankle boots at every step, and she felt another little wave of anticipation. Halfway up was a small window, and Cassie glanced out. She could see over the garden fence and there, in the next garden, was a middle-aged man doing some weeding in shorts and a t-shirt.

A shadow passed over him as she watched and he looked up at, presumably, the approaching clouds, and for a moment she wasn't sure he hadn't seen her through the window. And then she wished he had: that he knew exactly what was happening to her, and that he was going to go into his small house and find some filthy, rough porn, and he was going to wank until he shot ropes of cum, and all the while he would imagine the girl he was seeing degraded on screen was her.

At the top of the stairs was a landing, with another set of stairs up into the attic. These were a little rickety, and Maya ensured that Cassie took care climbing them, with each step higher revealing a little more about the room she was about to enter. It was quite a plain but bright loft conversion, with a skylight and wood-style vinyl floor, with a bulky wooden post in the middle of the attic from floor to the roof ridge and behind it a desk, and in front a low, polished wooden chest.

Cassie climbed the last couple of steps, and then she saw the other half of the loft. Her attention was immediately grabbed by a man, and this must be Stefan (if that really was his name), the other half of the couple, with Maya, that she had been conversing with online. He was sitting on a fairly old two-seat sofa, dressed only in a pair of black cycling shorts, and was somewhere in his mid-forties for a guess.

She had a little thing for older guys, and the touch of grey in his cropped black hair certainly didn't hurt his looks as far as she was concerned. She also had a bit of thing for guys who took care of themselves, and here he was clearly a winner. He wasn't particularly muscled, but he was toned, hard, as if he spent as much time as he could on a bike, or hiking in the hills.

Stefan looked up at her with the lazy smile of a confident wolf, tearing his attention away from a screen opposite him which had some porn playing. Cassie glanced at it, and saw a young woman and a couple of guys spit-roasting her, pounding her hard. Stefan had the sound turned down low, but nevertheless Cassie could hear the woman moaning, and she felt her own arousal slide up another notch.

Maya reached the top of the stairs and saw her husband drinking in the sight of Cassie standing before him, nearly naked and even more arousing for the fact that she wasn't.

"A real cutie, isn't she?" she said to him.

"Yeah," he said, his voice quite low, "it feels like Santa's been and left us a present."

"Shall we have a proper look?" said Maya. He nodded, his smile growing broader as he saw that Cassie really was into this.

"Sit there," said Maya, pointing to the low wooden chest. Cassie sat, and slid back a little so the back of her head and her hands were resting against the wooden post.

"Spread them," said Stefan, his voice a little harder, and Cassie opened her legs.

"Wider," said Maya, tapping at her thighs with the riding crop.

"Mmm, pretty pussy," said Stefan as Cassie placed her feet at the corners of the chest, completely exposing herself.

"Let's have a proper look," said Maya, and reaching down she took hold of Cassie's fishnet tights and roughly ripped them open. Cassie put her lower lip between her teeth to stifle a gasp, but she wasn't fooling the couple in front of her as they looked at the strip of blonde hair on her mons, and her labia, pink and a little swollen.

"She's already wet, the filthy whore," said Maya, smiling.

"And her nipples," Stefan pointed out. Cassie felt a blush as they stared at her hard, swollen nipples. She wasn't going to beg for anything so soon, but it was getting closer...

Maya started exploring Cassie with the riding crop again, moving around her inner thighs and pressing it against her labia. Cassie couldn't stop her reaction this time, her breathing becoming a trifle erratic, Stefan's presence as he gazed at her multiplying her arousal.

"See, she likes it," said Maya.

"Let's see what else she likes," said Stefan, and he went around behind Cassie. She heard him open a drawer in the desk, and it sounded like he was rooting around inside it. Then the drawer closed, and he came back, now with a flogger in his hand.

Without hesitation, Stefan swung the flogger and lashed Cassie's breasts. The harness provided some protection, but there was still a hollow sting that made her draw in a breath and which, by the third stroke, was making her pussy throb. She had wondered, once, why the sting made her want to fuck so much, but it was animal, beyond rationalisation.

The sharp crack of Maya's riding crop on her inner thigh made Cassie cry out.

"Keep them spread!"

Cassie hadn't even noticed that she had been unconsciously closing her legs as Stefan flogged her. She concentrated on keeping her ankles at the corners of the chest, even as her tits pinked up and felt beautifully warm. And the craving for something inside her grew ever more urgent, a fact that Maya, at least, could read on her face.

She stayed her husband's arm, and with a wicked smile told Cassie to get down on the floor and kneel with her knees apart. Maya sat on the chest facing her, and her smile grew more devilish. And then she extended her leg and slid her boot between Cassie's legs, and then angled it up, pressing against her cunt.

"Rub yourself against it," said Maya, and this time her voice was softer, although it also contained the sense that she was only restraining her laughter with difficulty.

Cassie trembled a little, and she didn't want to like it. But she moved her labia tentatively over the leather, half-closing her eyes as the pleasure welled up, and her movements grew stronger. Maya and Stefan looked on, an audience enjoying her humiliation.

"What a slut!" said Maya, "look at her. I wonder what else she gets herself off on."

Cassie wanted to say that she got off with people -- her boyfriend, sometimes people they chose to join them, but not objects. But it felt good, and it was getting better, and she thought that Maya was actually enjoying it too, perhaps, feeling Cassie's pussy through the leather.

"Furniture?" said Stefan, "whatever she can find in the kitchen? She probably fucks the gear stick in her car when she's in heat."

Maya pulled her foot away, and Cassie rued the departure, though she kept it from her face.

"Look at that," Maya grumbled as she gazed at the slickness covering the upper. She put her foot flat in front of Cassie, then took her by the hair and pulled her down until her face was almost touching her boot. Balancing like that wasn't easy, it was only possible by spreading her knees even wider apart. Cassie had a moment of dark humour: if her father could see how she put those expensive dance and gymnastics lessons to use, he'd have a fit.

"Clean it," she ordered, and of course, the only choice Cassie had was to use her tongue.

This was the first moment when she felt like saying no -- where had Maya been walking? Was the boot clean to begin with? Was it just her on the boot? But there was something else, the position she was in now: with her face down her arse was offered and with her knees apart she was totally exposed, and she hoped that Stefan was looking. And that ratcheted things up just a little more, yet again.

She began without beginning, hardly touching the leather with just the tip of her tongue. She felt Maya's impatience, and took a slightly firmer taste of the boot and tasted... nothing really. She had expected either the taste of herself, or of something unpleasant. Instead, it was just the faint taste of leather. She licked the boot again and heard Maya chuckle at her submission.

As she continued, she made a small show of discomfort, more to please them. And still she waited for Stefan to take advantage of her position, somehow. She felt the heat around her, and couldn't be sure if it was her own body reacting or the humidity heralding the oncoming storm.

Cassie heard the swish of the lash a moment before Stefan brought it down hard on her arse. She whimpered at the hot ache that spread across her skin and then down, deep down inside her. Another blow lashed her and she gasped, the cocktail of pain and pleasure bringing her closer to the humiliation of pleading for release. More blows followed, and she was panting, her arse still high, and all thought of cleaning Maya's boot now flown from her mind.

After a dozen lashes another blow now smacked, not against her arse, but against her pussy. Cassie couldn't hold back her cry, followed by another as Stefan whipped her pussy again, tears springing to her eyes.

"Oh, yes," said Maya, taking Cassie's chin in her hand and lifting her so she could see her face, "that hit the spot, didn't it sweetie?"

Cassie could only pant, and then she gasped again as she felt Stefan suddenly close behind her, his rough hand on her arse. In that instant she thought she might come, a flash vision of being trapped in a basement with a wicked, wicked man using his belt on her poor arse. Then the image was gone, but she still felt the heat, and then a second later she was moaning.

She didn't know at first what Stefan was using, but it felt so good as he pushed something smooth into her vagina. He wasn't rough, but he was relentless, and she felt every inch as it spread her wider and sank deeper until she felt the ends of the lash brush against her ankle -- he was using the handle. He pulled it back slowly and she gasped again, every part of her stimulated.

Stefan pushed the handle of the flogger back into her, a little harder and a little deeper, and each thrust felt harder and faster. She was sweating and moaning in earnest, with Maya watching her as her husband went to work on her. They were strangers, people she'd met less than an hour before, and now she was face down being penetrated for their pleasure. It was enough to bring her to the edge, and before long it did, her moans becoming breathy and earnest, and a tremble beginning in her thighs.

"Please... yes... no... fuck! Shit!" Cassie could manage little more coherent than that as she surrendered to the glorious sensations.

Slower and faster, slower and faster, he used the handle on her, and she wasn't sure for how long, though it felt marvellous. He spanked her, too, his hand coming down hard and the sharp sting becoming a throbbing, blushing burn that spread over her clit and made her rosebud tingle -- and if he pushed something in there she would come screaming. But...

"Careful," said Maya, "we don't want the whore to come too soon."

"Yep," said Stefan, and he withdrew the handle suddenly making Cassie groan and sob.

She had barely had a chance to cope with the denial when Maya grasped her hair and pulled her up into the kneeling position, and now, next to her, she saw Stefan. He had pulled his cycling shorts off, and his cock was quite hard -- not so long, perhaps ordinary, but quite thick, and he was close enough for her to smell his scent. That was alluring, musky, and knowing what was coming next, she looked at him with the startled fawn expression men loved so. It worked.

"Mouth," said Stefan, positioning himself in front of her. Cassie swallowed and opened her mouth for him, and he pressed his cock between her lips.

"You'd better be good," said Maya, kneeling down next to Cassie and breathing in her ear, her hand still gripping Cassie's hair with no sign she was about to let go, "my husband hates bad blowjobs."

His cock was deeper in her mouth, and she could taste him. The taste of cock was something primal that triggered all her buttons, and she tried to take more of him, running her tongue around the underside of his shaft and enjoying his grunt of approval.

Maya pushed her head further forward a little, and now Cassie had half his length in her mouth. She pulled back for a moment and then took him in again, letting him feel like he was fucking her mouth. He picked up on her suggestion, and he began to ease backwards and forwards slowly, the sensations seeming to linger as he did so.

"Oh, you are good, aren't you, whore?" said Maya, "if you make him come you might get a reward."

And having said that Maya gripped Cassie's hair tighter, and with her other hand she roamed across Cassie's breasts until she reached a nipple, at which she pinched and twisted. Cassie let out a muffled squeak, trying at once to pull away from Maya's hand and push herself onto the woman.

"Bad whore!" said Maya, and she slapped Cassie's breast and pushed her forward again, so now three-quarters of Stefan's cock was in Cassie's mouth.

He was building up a rhythm, not seeming to be too concerned about how Maya was tormenting Cassie, as long as Cassie pleasured him the way he liked. He had stiffened, and Cassie's mouth was full -- surely, she couldn't take more of him, even though she had done her best to make his shaft slick. She had managed to throat a man a couple of times before, but it wasn't easy for her. Now, she guessed, she was going to have to make a third attempt.

She had no choice but to relax and try to take him, and as Maya started pulling at her nipple again, Cassie extended her tongue and was at last able to brush the tip against his balls. Stefan grunted again, and Cassie hadn't expected to feel so glad that she could give him that pleasure.

"That's better," said Maya, "I promised you a reward."

True to her word Maya dropped her hand down between Cassie's legs and zeroed in on her pussy. Placing a finger either side of her labia she spread Cassie firmly, without knowing it was something liable to drive her wild. If she hadn't had her mouth completely full, it was the moment when she would have pleaded for something, anything, cocks, toys, vegetables in her pussy and her arse, fucking her deep and rough.

As it was, all she could do was try to close her lips around Stefan's shaft as Maya pushed two fingers into her, sinking to the knuckle. Stefan growled and pulled back a little, and now with half his cock in her mouth he grasped her hair and began to fuck her, his thrusts not so deep, but smooth and slow enough to extract maximum pleasure.

Maya, meanwhile, had let go of Cassie's hair, and was using that hand now to grab at Cassie's arse, squeezing her buttock as she finger-fucked her, Cassie's squeals of pleasure encouraging her.

It was encouraging Stefan, too, and looking up at him Cassie could see his expression become strained, and the blood vessels in his neck were prominent. Maya recognised the signs as well, and to Cassie's regret she took her fingers from her pussy and instead grabbed Stefan's shaft as he pulled out of her mouth, stroking him vigorously and murmuring endearments as he panted and gasped and reached his peak.

He groaned aloud, his voice filling the room as his back arched slightly, and then the first spurt of cum shot from his cock, splattering over Cassie's cheek and into her hair. The next spurt landed on her neck, and she could feel it begin to dribble down even as his third spurt landed on her breast bone.

He was breathing heavily in the aftermath and Cassie, dripping with cum, was pleased she'd had that effect on him. She didn't get a chance to revel in her skills for long, though, for Maya now seemed galvanised. She stood up and quickly pulled her dress off over her head. Beneath it she was wearing only a quarter cup bra, with her nipples prominent. Other than that, Cassie could see she was wearing hold-ups, not tights, and her pussy was smooth.

She stepped around behind Cassie with purpose, and unclipped her cuffs, giving her a moment to shake out her arms. Then she pulled a leash from the desk drawer and clipped it to the ring on the front of Cassie's collar, and hand the other end to Stefan, who was still recovering.

Then Maya strode over to the sofa and sat down, hooking one leg over the arm to expose her cunt, and picking up the TV remote with the other. She pressed play, and it was only then that Cassie realised that the porn had been paused some time before. Finally composed, Stefan pulled at the leash, and Cassie realised she had to go to Maya on all fours.

Maya ignored her as she approached, instead focussing on the woman on the screen being fucked (and getting louder about it). Stefan stopped Cassie just inches from Maya, her nose almost in her pussy, and the smell... Cassie loved that smell, it went to places nothing else could reach. Stefan handed the end of the leash to Maya and retreated, climbing down out of the attic and leaving the women alone.

For a moment Maya pulled her attention away from the screen, looking Cassie directly in the eye and tugging on the leash. Her apparent disinterest was obviously a performative sham, but no matter, and Cassie gently kissed the soft skin on Maya's thigh rather than going straight for her pussy.

Maya's sighed, her nostril flaring a little. She liked it, and Cassie kissed her again, then again, each time moving slowly towards her cunt. Cassie stopped for a moment and looked Maya, and she remembered a man in a club talking about 'porn pussy'. Looking at Maya Cassie finally understood, her pussy looked so cute. She bent forward a fraction and gently brushed her lips against Maya's labia.

A second sigh told Cassie everything she needed to know, and she began to lick Maya a little more firmly, pressing her tongue against her lips and parting them. Maya began to breathe heavily and she dropped the leash, instead putting her hand on the back of Cassie's head, holding her in place. Cassie took the hint and circled her tongue around Maya's clit, then began to lick her with delicate, firm strokes, faster and faster as she felt Maya relax into the pleasure.

Maya's reactions, her smell, even the sound of the woman being fucked on screen mixed a powerful cocktail which, when it mingled with Cassie's own increasing urgent need, became irresistible. Cassie reached a hand down between her own thighs and began to caress herself, taking the wetness on her finger and bringing it to her clit, the first touch making her feel a little giddy, and stimulating her to tongue Maya ever more enthusiastically.

It wasn't to last, and a sudden crack of Maya's riding crop left a searing ache on Cassie's buttock.

"Don't touch yourself!" Maya said, sternly.

The pain ebbed to a dull throb in just a moment but a harder smack followed immediately, and Cassie pulled her fingers away from herself, very much against her will.

"If you're going to use your fingers, use them on me, whore," said Maya, and went back to watching the porn.

Cassie obliged, and Maya gasped with pleasure as she eased a finger into her to the knuckle, followed by a second. This clearly hit exactly the right spot and Maya was suddenly animated, pushing her hips up and rubbing her pussy over Cassie's mouth. Cassie used her free hand to try to control the woman, pressing against her thigh to keep her in position.

It barely worked, and even though Maya was beneath her she was riding Cassie's face, her grip on her hair now savage as she sought to extract every atom of nirvana she could take. She was panting and gasping, and Cassie guessed she must have been turned on for some considerable time because this was happening very quickly, and because she was there to please, not tease, she pushed a third finger into the woman's vagina.

Immediately, Maya was absolutely soaking, a wet patch growing beneath her on the sofa, and this was just what Cassie wanted. She wanted Maya to come, hard, and to know she had done this for her, and so to make sure she licked her everywhere she could reach around her sticky fingers that pumped in and out, faster and firmer. She let go of Maya's thigh, letting her thrash a little, and instead used a finger to press against Maya's arsehole, lubricated with her own juices.

"Oh fuck!" Maya moaned, "you dirty bitch! Dirty whore! Fuck me like that!"

Cassie's fingertip slipped inside Maya's arse without her even trying, and Maya's cunt clenched down on her fingers, squeezing them as she arched her back, pushing her tits up high.

"Don't fucking stop!" yelled Maya, and then she was rigid, fingers pulling at Cassie's hair and digging into the sofa. She was unmoving for two seconds, then three, and then the torrent broke. Her cunt relaxed and Cassie kept finger-fucking her as her deep moan echoed through the house and her thighs trembled and shook. She arched her back again and then her hips shot forward, banging her pubis into Cassie's lips and making it hard for her to breathe, but Cassie didn't stop, as ordered, and kept pounding her fingers into Maya's holes.

Maya moaned a third time as Cassie's forefinger sank into her arse, too, that hole relaxing as the second spasm passed, and Maya reacted as if shocked.

"Oh! You cunt!" she gasped, and a full-body shake rippled through her and her hand shot out and grabbed Cassie's wrist, holding tight to stop her. It was enough, and she pulled away and flopped back on the sofa, her limbs limp.

Cassie glanced around and saw Stefan still hadn't returned, and she knelt back, smiling at the effect she'd had on Maya. Then she raised her hand to her face and inhaled the woman's scent, before delicately licking her fingers. Once clean, she placed her hand on her thigh and waited for the next act of the day to begin.

"Where did you learn to do that?" said Maya finally, as she began to appear at least a little composed.

"I copied what my boyfriend does to me," said Cassie, and there was just a hint of conceit in her tone.

"Lucky you," said Maya, "I'll have to meet him one day."

She sat up and gathered herself, finding the remote and pausing the porn again, though the climax had passed and some exposition was ongoing. She glanced around for something else, and Cassie thought she seemed a bit drunk, which was a neat compliment in its way. Maya realised there was nothing she needed, and then focussed back on Cassie.

"Are you alright?" she said, "there's nothing that's a problem or that you need?"

"Perhaps the bathroom, please, madam," said Cassie, hoping that using the honorific would be a hint that whilst Stefan and Maya had been satisfied, she had not.

"Of course," said Maya, and she unclipped the leash before helping Cassie down, out of the attic and along the first-floor landing to the bathroom.

"You can take the harness off now," said Maya, and she moistened her lips, "but, err, leave the door open."

Cassie nodded and looked at Maya, trying to read her expression: did she want to watch Cassie pee? And did she mind if she did? Perhaps because everything was already erotic, this too had a charge to it.

But first Cassie needed to clean herself, and finding some wet wipes in the bathroom she scraped Stefan's cum from her face, neck and finally, from between her breasts. She glanced out of the bathroom as she did so, and sure enough there was Maya, at the doorway of another room, pretending she was absorbed in something and not voyeuristically examining Cassie.

It didn't hurt to play a little with Maya, particularly when the benefit was the thrills she felt as she rubbed another wipe over her tits, letting the moist material linger on her nipples. She glanced again at Maya, who was still pretending, poorly, not to be watching.

Cassie then took off the harness and put it to one side before sitting on the toilet. Maya didn't turn away, though she continued to only watch out of the corner of her eye as Cassie let go the stream of piss she had been holding.

But whilst Maya was keen to hide her interest Cassie was blatant, feeling surprisingly free. Nobody had ever been aroused watching her piss, or at least not that she was aware of, and she found that it was yet another thing that was turning her on. She looked directly at Maya, standing in just boots and stockings and her quarter cup bra, and for a moment the power dynamic had changed. And yes, there it was, Maya's casual movement and the 'accidental' brush of her palm over her nipple.

Cassie finished peeing, but instead of wiping herself while sitting she stood, and only then reached for some paper. Maya couldn't help herself, and was now staring. Cassie caught her eye and held it as she wiped, slowly, feeling a kick both from the touch and from Maya's inability to look away.

She flushed and then washed her hands, and by the time she finished she realised the power dynamic had righted itself, Maya waiting for her with the leash. She clipped it on to the collar and led Cassie back into the attic and over to the sofa, telling her to sit.

"You'll stay here until we're ready," said Maya, but she first brought Cassie's bag and let her send her scheduled text that all was well. And then she clipped Cassie's cuffs together behind her back again and only then picked up the remote.

"We don't want you pleasing yourself now, do we?" she said with a smirk, "and keep those legs open."

At which she pressed play and retreated downstairs, and Cassie could see the film had been changed. Now, there was something harder, a woman at the mercy of some people in a dark dungeon. Cassie shouldn't have liked it, but although it was rough it went to her hindbrain, and she watched the whipping and the fucking, the double penetration and the face-sitting, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs and wishing her hands were free.

Matching the mood of the film, the light coming in from the skylight darkened, and she felt the humidity sticky on her skin. The storm was close, and she wondered if they would take her into their garden and fuck her in the rain. Though perhaps... they were middle-aged, and maybe she had exhausted them already, and this was just a tease.

After perhaps twenty minutes, she heard footsteps on the stairs and she parted her legs again. A second later both Stefan and Maya appeared, still both effectively naked. Maya was holding an ornate, black carnival mask, all filigree twirls, whilst Stefan was carrying a digital camera. Cassie divined immediately what they intended, and though she wanted to protest there was something so submissive about letting them photograph her...

"Just our little souvenir," said Maya, and she put the mask on Cassie, then let her hand trail down to Cassie's tit, giving her a little squeeze and hearing her breathing get lighter and faster.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can," said Stefan, and Cassie noted that they hadn't paused the porn, leaving it on to arouse her even more. Cassie bit her lip and lifted her leg up over the arm of the sofa.

"Oh, that's very good," said Maya, "it's not your first time, is it?"

Actually, it was, and it was strangely thrilling as Stefan took a picture, then moved in close and took a close-up of her pussy. Then there was a swish, and Maya whipped Cassie's breasts with the flogger. She gasped and Stefan stepped back, and as he waited for the camera to refocus, Maya whipped Cassie again. As the whip landed, Stefan took another picture, and for a brief moment Cassie thought she might come.

Maya lashed her another three times, and the heat spread across her chest. She had one eye still on the porn, where one of the men was unloading his cum all over the woman's face, and the rest of her attention was on Stefan. He was watching, waiting for a moment to take another shot, but she also saw his cock, and the twitch, and the fact that he was swelling, growing as he watched her.

His wife had noticed, too, and she was grinning. She whipped Cassie one more time then discarded the lash. Murmuring in Cassie's ear, she told her to keep her legs spread, and then she strode over to the desk. She pulled out a tall white candle and a lighter, and Cassie's eyes widened.

"Have you ever played with wax before?" Maya asked. Cassie shook her head.

"Mmm, delicious," Maya went on, "I wonder what you'll think of it."

She lit the candle and waited for the flame to build. Just as it seemed established the room darkened dramatically, and a moment later a crash of nearby thunder shook the house and startled all of them. Their eyes sped to one another, for a heartbeat in fear, and then there was a shared moment of humour.

"Even the heavens agree," smiled Maya, and she brought the candle over to Cassie.

Cassie refocussed, even as a flash outside betokened lightning, and two seconds later more thunder. The onset of the storm had disrupted her mindset, but she needed to ignore the world outside and focus on what was happening right in front of her. Maya was holding the candle above her, looking down.

"Your eyes are quite beautiful behind the mask," she said, "like you don't know what to expect."

A drop of wax fell, and Cassie watched it in slow motion, down to the soft skin on the side of her breast.

Two things surprised her, even as she drew in a breath. She had expected a searing pain, but instead it was... pleasant, with a tingling warmth spreading over her skin, and that was almost a shock in itself. The second thing was the eroticism of looking down at herself as another drop of wax fell, splashing down near the first, and the warmth began to build.

Cassie relaxed a little from the unconscious tension that had made her taut. More drops fell, with Maya smiling and ensuring that her tits were receiving equal treatment. In response Cassie slid down a little on the sofa, letting her legs spread a fraction more, and she looked across at Stefan. He had a hungry expression, and she found herself gripping her lip between her teeth as she gazed at his cock as it stiffened a little more.

Another group of drops fell and suddenly Cassie felt the heat rise, and she felt more sensitive to the wax. Maya noticed, and she moved the candle down, letting more drops of wax trail down over her stomach, Cassie sucking in a breath between her teeth at the first hint of pain. The camera flashed, Stefan taking another picture, and it was followed by yet another flash of lightning, and the first drops of rain thudded against the skylight.

Cassie looked up at Maya and saw the wicked expression on her face. She knew Cassie was beginning to feel the intensity of the wax, and she knew she was wondering how far down she would go. Well, all the way, obviously.

"Please, not my pussy, madam," Cassie said softly, as drops started falling closer.

In response Maya simply smiled and let a couple of drops fall closer to Cassie's mons, Cassie letting out a sweet little whimper.

"Please," she said, but still she was ignored.

Stefan took another picture, kneeling to get a shot up her body, from her pussy to her masked face. Cassie breathed in, waiting as Maya looked at the candle with a hint of manic in her eyes, waiting for more wax to melt. The next drops fell right next to her pubis, and the sensations began to approach overload.

"Please, madam," said Cassie, and now there was a little urgency. Maya let two more drops fall, this time on her mons, close to her hood, and only then, as Cassie whimpered again, did she lift the candle up.

"What will you do if I stop?" said Maya.

"What do you want, madam?" said Cassie, still eyeing the candle cautiously.

"I think you should show my husband how much you're enjoying this, and how much you want him to fuck you," said Maya, and with a delicate 'poof' she blew out the candle.

After she put the candle down Maya reached down behind Cassie and unclipped her cuffs, then stepped back and leant against the wall, looking at Cassie expectantly. A burst of rain spattered against the skylight, attracting everyone's attention for a second, but the tension in the attic was too strong for them to be distracted for long.

Cassie looked from Maya to Stefan, and she could see he was expectant. He had a hunger to see her finger herself, typical male that he was, but she found she had a hunger to indulge him, and not just for her own pleasure. She stretched her arm for a moment, letting the ache of confinement pass, and then she slid her hand down to her thigh, softly caressing her skin with her fingertips.

She was hardly in the mood to tease, though, her own need having oscillated between almost overwhelming and merely urgent for much of the last two hours. She surrendered to the need within moments, and slipped the tip of her middle finger into her soaking hole, breathing heavily at the satisfaction. Then she withdrew her finger, sticky now, and circled her clit, making sure not to touch it yet.

Cassie felt Maya shift a little as she stood, but she looked directly at Stefan, her aim now to seduce him. And it seemed to be working, as for a long moment he gaped, watching as Cassie eased her middle finger back into her pussy, seeking more lubricant. His cock was growing faster, and she smiled softly as he seemed to have forgotten the camera in his hand.

Cassie took her finger from her hole again, even stickier, and she closed her eyes in pleasure as she spread her lubricant over herself, touching her clit now, and cupping her breast with her left hand. There was a flash that signalled that Stefan had remembered his camera, and Cassie opened her eyes again as she used her forefinger as well, beginning to finger fuck herself, pressing the length of her fingers down her parted labia as she hooked them into her cunt.

It only took a minute for Cassie to find that rhythm that would bring her rocketing over the edge rather than tease Stefan towards the peak of desire. She picked up speed, thrusting her fingers in and out to the knuckle, and dropping her other hand down, too, to spread herself and circle her clit. She was panting, and suddenly she felt that, just as Maya had come so quickly from being on edge so long, she might, too. Maya certainly picked up on it as well.

"You're not to come, whore," she said, and then she walked over to Stefan and kissed him passionately, taking the camera from his hand and reaching down and stroking his cock with her other hand.

It was Stefan's turn to close his eyes, and his cock was rigid almost immediately. Cassie had to suppress a surge as she watched -- she hadn't been told she could stop, but it was getting harder not to come.

"I think the whore's ready," whispered Maya, "do you want to fuck her?"

Stefan nodded. Maya kissed him again and rubbed her thumb over his glans, then broke the kiss, and the expression they shared was pure unity of mind and purpose without a word more spoken. He nodded, and she turned towards Cassie.

Maya was suddenly all action. In two rapid strides she was above Cassie, and she reached down and firmly gripped her hair.

"Up!" she commanded, giving Cassie no time to comply before she pulled her to her feet. Still gripping Cassie by the hair Maya pulled her over to the desk, ignoring Cassie's squeals.

Stefan was moving with determination, too, and Cassie saw him pull lengths of rope out of the desk drawer. A second later Maya had her at the end of the desk and pushed her down, bending her over until her tits were squashed against the cool veneer, and she turned her cheek to the desktop.

"Don't move," said Stefan, and Maya then pulled one of her arms towards the corner of the desk. It only took moments before Maya had tied a rope around the leg of the desk and looped it through Cassie's wrist cuff. Another few seconds sufficed for Stefan to do the same with her other arm. Then Cassie heard him walk around behind her, and her legs were spread, roughly. She gasped, then felt the couple tying her ankles firmly to the legs of the desk, the rope itchy against her skin.

In less than a minute Cassie had been effectively bound, open, exposed and available, and she was trembling with anticipation, the pleasure she craved so near. Maya walked around in front of Cassie and lifted her head, bending down close to Cassie, their faces nearly touching.

"I love watching my husband fuck dirty whores," said Maya seductively, and then she kissed Cassie deeply, but the moment she responded Maya was gone, out of Cassie's view, whilst her attention was drawn to the condom wrapper than was dropped next to her on the desk top.

She drew in an expectant breath as she felt Stefan's firm hands on her arse, and it felt so good as he parted her, surely enjoying the sight of her tight rosebud and her wet, swollen pussy. She expected to feel his cock resting against her before he thrust, but he was rough. She cried out, in both surprise and unexpected pleasure, as he simply stabbed the length of his cock into her pussy, stretching her mercilessly.

"Oh, sir," she whimpered, half seriously, "it's too hard."

"Shut up!" was the only response, as he eased back and thrust again, to the balls.

There was pain, but she was immediately so, so wet, and she clenched down on his shaft, both to feel every inch of him and to slow him down. He, however, was not to be slowed, and he thrust again into her, and her gasp almost felt forced from her by his cock. He followed this with a hard slap on her buttock, and she felt the heat immediately.

"Thank you, sir," she gasped, and he adjusted his stance, then settled into his rhythm, fucking her hard, and fast, and deep. He had her on the edge quickly, and she could hear the squelch of his shaft thrusting into her each time. He didn't let her come, though, slowing down and spanking her, and enjoying her gasps and panting moans. And then she was sweating and sound of the rain on the skylight redoubled, and she was owned by his shaft as he fucked her faster again.

"Fuck me! Please!" Cassie managed to gasp, and in response Stefan spanked her again and reached for her hair with his other hand. As he pulled her head back Cassie could see Maya in front of her. She had found a simple wooden chair from somewhere and was sitting with an evil grin on her face and the camera in her hand, and just as Cassie focussed on her, she took the next picture.

"Does it feel good?" Maya asked, which was a dumb question, but Cassie knew better than to say so.

"Yes... thank you... madam," Cassie managed, with Stefan fucking her even harder. She could feel his strength and it was reaching into just the right places, and at last she felt the promise of a contraction, far away. He grasped her buttock and spread her, and she loved that he was so carnal. And then he pushed his thumb into her arse, without lubricant.

Cassie yelled and shook, sensory overload, whilst in front of her Maya laughed.

"I'm going to come!" Cassie shouted, and hearing this Stefan fucked her even harder, his skin slapping against her arse, "please don't stop!"

Suddenly she went cold, and she let out a strangled scream, and waves of heat sped through her. She was stiff and then a spasm shook her violently as she sobbed and strained at her bonds, and then her face was contorted but she was silent and another spasm came, but this time it almost hurt it was so strong. She gasped for air and there were spots in front of her eyes and then she yelled as a third wave racked her, and she was drenched with sweat.

Stefan didn't stop, and he didn't seem to be bothered that she had come, hard. He merely pulled his thumb from her and wiped it on her buttock, before slapping her cheek again and continuing to fuck her just as hard as he wanted, and as he had only come recently it was going be to some time before he came again.

Cassie was too weak to object, and it felt too good anyway, despite how sensitive she felt. She was still trembling, each thrust forcing tiny ripples to spread out from her. He let go of her hair and used both hands to spread her open, and he began to fuck her even harder. By now she was becoming incoherent, and she was cold once more, the sweat drying on her skin.

It felt like Stefan raised himself a little, his new angle letting him get just a bit deeper in her and forcing her into the edge of the desktop. He was grunting with every thrust, and at last perhaps he was going to come, and Maya began to urge him on with little endearments.

His fingers dug into her flesh and pounded her, and suddenly she knew, from nowhere, she was about to come again. She had never felt it before, a multiple orgasm, or maybe it was just something from her first orgasm, but her thighs began to shake and she gulped down a huge breath before her face screwed up and she was silent as her pussy clenched down hard and waves of joy burst over her and a deep, deep pleasure vibrated inside her.

Almost simultaneously she felt Stefan stop, then thrust as deep as he could, hyper-ventilating and his cock throbbing as he pumped his cum inside her, the condom filling with four, maybe five spurts. He flopped forward on to her back and lay there, gasping, and she felt a tingling all over her, like tiny electric thrills snaking over her skin as she tried to catch her breath, her hair stuck to the sweat on her forehead. And only then did she realise that the rain had stopped and the sun was shining through the skylight again.

* * *

Maya knocked on the door of the bathroom as Cassie relaxed in the glorious suds. They really hadn't needed to go to such lengths, but Stefan insisted that she couldn't leave with thunder still rumbling in the distance, and Maya was running the bath for her almost before Stefan had finished untying her.

"Is everything ok?" Maya asked, as she popped her head around the door.

"Wonderful," said Cassie, and she stretched beneath the bubbles, feeling a soreness that wasn't unwelcome.

"Look," said Maya, sliding into the room dressed only in a robe and closing the door quietly behind her, "I just wanted to say that we've met people before online, but none as... well, nobody like you."

"Thank you," said Cassie, and there really wasn't much else to say.

"Do you really have to hurry off?" said Maya, "you could stay for dinner."

"Ah, sorry, but..."

"Your boyfriend?"

Cassie nodded, the lie convenient. The truth was she wanted some distance to think about what had just happened, and whilst Maya and Stefan seemed quite nice, well, this was about fucking, not friendship.

Maya seemed a little distracted, and Cassie wondered if it wasn't simply displacement activity that made her pick up a sponge and sit on the floor next to the bath. She dipped the sponge in the water, and then began to absently wash Cassie. For a moment Cassie thought about stopping her, but Maya had something on her mind. She waited, letting the woman sluice water down her arm, and then move the sponge over her tits.

"Do you have to head back?" said Maya, "are you sure you couldn't stay for another day?"

"Well..." Cassie wanted to concentrate but it was suddenly difficult.

"It's just that Stefan has a couple of friends. We were thinking... well, maybe you'd like to be tied to the bed and they'd take turns."

Suddenly, caution found itself locked in a death match with desire -- dammit, this was the fantasy! And for a moment it looked like caution might get laid out on the canvas, but then duty rode over the hills like the 7th Cavalry. Cassie really did have to get back: she had students to teach on Monday. It seemed even nature had an opinion, too, for at that moment they both glanced up at the sudden crack of thunder nearby, and rain began drumming on the roof again.

"But maybe," Cassie said, as Maya pouted (and went back to soaping her tits), "I could come back next month, and if I knew a bit more about these guys..."

Maya perked up and rubbed the sponge over Cassie's nipples.

"Have you done it?" Cassie said, trying not to think about how nice that sponge felt.

"Oh yes," said Maya, and it appeared to be a favoured memory, "I couldn't sit down for two days. They did whatever they wanted with me."

"Good, then?"

Maya smiled, "one of Stefan's friends is, err, 'impressive', big and thick. I was trembling the moment he entered me."

Maya started rubbing the sponge down over Cassie's stomach, heading south. Cassie put her hand on Maya's to stop her.

"I'm sore," she said, "sorry." And Maya seemed to understand suddenly what she was doing, as if she hadn't really been aware before, focussed as she was on the prospect of more fun with Cassie.

"Oh!" giggled Maya, "look at me taking liberties."

She dropped the sponge in the water and stood up, drying her hand on a towel.

"But you mean it about next month?" she said.

"I think so," said Cassie, "but I'd like to sleep on it. So, probably but no promises. And supposing these guys could bring their wives, too...?"

Maya's eyes widened at the delicious thought and she licked her lips, and then shook her head slightly to dispel whatever images were flooding her mind.

"Ok, enjoy the rest of your bath. I've put your bag just outside," said Maya, "and when you've finished, Stefan is making a pot of tea downstairs."

With that, she was gone and Cassie slid down in the tub, letting the water cover her to the chin. She was certain Maya would be fucking herself ragged with a dildo that evening if Stefan was drained, the erotic concept of Cassie being used by everyone, men and women, just so enticing. Cassie would have to save any excess pleasure for another day -- she really was sore, and anyway, she would have to give a report of her activities, naked, once she got home: it was the price her boyfriend demanded for his acquiescence.

And so, happy and fulfilled, Cassie left the small house an hour later, walking along the wet street in the clear air, the storm having blown through and golden shadows from the sunset preceding her. At the corner the taxi was waiting, but before she got in she turned and looked back. Would she come back in a month? Yes... yes, she could, and she would be a dirty little fuck toy for middle-class suburbia.