| Straight: BDSM: Bllind Love (9/10) |
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and said that he was already very happy. While Suzy worked her mouth and tongue over his engorged prick, I refilled the glasses, and as I returned, I could see that Peter was already close to cumming and he was trying to hold himself back. I pulled Suzy's head away and told him that when he was ready to cum, he should not hesitate to shoot his load into her mouth. She expected it and she would take care to swallow it all. However, he did not have to be passive. Her mouth was his for the evening to use as he liked, and it might be best to relax for a while and think about whether he might like to fuck her throat as well as have her lick and suck him. I pushed Suzy's face into his crotch as I was talking and she got on with licking and sucking his balls. Peter asked me if I really thought that Suzy could take him into her throat, because he had never managed to do that with a woman. His wife enjoyed sucking him, but she complained that her jaw was aching after a short while and she had never throated him. She really didn't like him to cum in her mouth and would always stop when she thought that he was close. I laughed and said that Suzy was a professional, and he should find out what a real woman could do for a guy. At this point, after downing the second very large whisky, Peter asked if he could have a look at the state of Suzy's cunt a week after the whipping that she had with his whip. Well, I really could not refuse that, since he had made the instrument and taken part in the punishment, so I told Suzy to lie on the floor with her legs spread and I filled the glasses again. I had not intended for her cunt to get any attention from Peter this evening, but even so, I had made Suzy treat her pubic area with hair removing cream this morning because I did not want her to have unpleasant stubble from the shaving the previous week. Peter and I knelt either side of her and closely examined the remaining bruises. We traced the lines of the whip with our fingers over the glistening lips of her cunt. I made it clear to Peter that her mouth was his for this evening, not her cunt, but in view of his very special part in her flogging he could finger his handiwork if he wished. I explained that the reason for her whipping had been because she was careless with her teeth and now there was not the slightest risk of a bite on his tender parts. After we had felt and probed her for a few minutes while we drank our drinks, I gave her a good kiss on the cunt and winked to Peter that he could do the same. When he did it, I noticed that he slid his tongue right inside her and came up with his face wet with cunt juice. “Time to get back to business, I think,” I said to Peter. “Do you want to give her throat a good fucking now, or do you want to let her suck you off and save the rougher stuff until later?” He handed me his empty glass, grabbed her by the left tit and pulled her into a kneeling position as he stood up. Taking her hair in one |
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