Chapter 3 Cucks (2)

Sage

Laila was lying on the bed next to me, her tongue moving rhythmically in my mouth and her soft lips pressed against mine while she wore a dark green lacy lingerie set. I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache between them and kissed her back, my hands traveling down the curves of her body.

Since she and her girlfriends returned to the high-rise apartment earlier for an early brunch, Laila had been observing me like some sort of prey while Constantino had been at work all day. I was the housekeeper, as her friends would say.

However, we were both aware that I did not tidy anything in this house.

We only made it dirty together. That is all.

"God," Laila murmured against me. "I'm so glad that they're gone. I couldn't wait another moment to get you alone." She moved her hands down my body, undoing my bra and tugging it off me. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night with Constantino."

I felt her lacy panties were soaked for me as I dipped my fingers down her thigh and brushed them lightly over them. I whimpered into our kiss and crawled on top of her, moving my mouth down her body until I reached the top of her panties.

She arched her back slightly and pulled off her underwear, tossing them over the bedside. When I placed my mouth on her cunt, I sighed in delight, my warm breath against her clit. I flicked my tongue over and over the sensitive bud and reached my hand between my thighs to rub myself off at the same time.

Laila groaned, bucking her hips back and forth to ride my face while clutching my hair to keep me in place. "Eat my pussy," she said. "God, just like that, Sage. You're going to make me ..." Her legs trembled around my shoulders, her pussy pulsing and moans escaping her lips. "Yes!"

Laila cried out and came all over me, her legs trembling. Subsequently, she turned me onto my back and climbed up on top of me, kissing me. Her teeth bit my bottom lip softly as her tongue found its way inside my mouth. She moved her hand between my legs to massage my clit while her breasts swayed in my direction.

She said, "My turn," planting a kiss all over my body before tucking her face between my legs. She spread them apart by holding my other leg against the bed and resting my left leg on her shoulder. Her tongue flicked out against my clit again, making me squirm.

Closing my eyes, I sank into the mattress and moaned softly, my hand laced in her hair.

"What do we have here?" Constantino asked.

I sucked in a surprised breath and snapped my eyes open. Constantino walked into the room, tugging off his tie, his gaze shifting from me to Laila, who had pulled back from my cunt to look at her husband.

With his dark eyes fixed back on me, Constantino unbuttoned his shirt and gave me the order, "Go back to eating her cunt, doll." "I've had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you."

I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit.

Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit, making me clench harder.

Every time that Constantino plowed into her from behind, her tits swayed against my thighs, her perky and hard nipples making me clench. I laced my hand into her hair and tugged on it to pull her closer to me, the pressure rising in my core.

"More," I whispered, arching my back.

God, I was close. So close.

"Don't come," Constantino growled, fingers curling into Laila's hips.

"Come for me," Laila dared me, her fingers stroking my G-spot and her tongue flicking my clit back and forth and back and forth at just the right rhythm. "Don't listen to my husband. Come all over my face, Sage."

"If either of you come, I'll fucking punish you for it."

"You're getting so tight for me," Laila murmured. "I know you want to."

"Laila," Constantino growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her off my aching pussy. But her fingers were still inside me, thrusting in and out and vibrating the bundle of nerves that would soon make me explode.

"Are you disobeying me?" he continued, eyes hooded. "Do you need me to show Sage how I punish you to keep your filthy"-he wrapped his free hand around her chin-"little"-he stuck his fingers between her lips-"mouth in line?"

Laila stared down at me, brows drawn together in pleasure, and continued moving her slender fingers inside my tightening hole. She knew that I wouldn't last much longer, that I would come all over her fingers in a couple moments.

"I'm going to come," she mouthed to me, big brown eyes wide, "when you do."

Unable to stop, I threw my head back as a leg-trembling orgasm ripped through my body. My chest moved up and down, my breaths quicker by the second. I grasped the bedsheets in my fists and pulled them up. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body.

Laila grinned wickedly down at me, then threw her head back and came on her husband. Our moans drifted through the large high-rise apartment in the middle of the city. She pulled her fingers out of my cunt and stuck them into her mouth.

I relaxed against the mattress, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me.

"I warned you," Constantino said, pulling out of her.

Constantino tugged me up roughly with one hand and grabbed Laila in his other. With her wild hair all over the place, she shuffled beside him and glanced toward a room that neither of them had let me into since this little thing started.

Constantino stopped in front of the door, pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door, pushing it open with the tip of his shoe, his cock still hard and swollen between his legs. As soon as he shoved us into the room, the dim lights turned on.

Thick chains and cuffs hung from each wall. My eyes widened slightly, taking in the toys on the dresser in the far corner of the room. Constantino brought me to one wall and locked the cuffs around each of my wrists and ankles, spreading me apart. Then did the same to Laila at the opposite wall.

"Your punishment will be worse than hers, doll," Constantino said, locking the cuffs around her wrists. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. "The next time we go out, I will dress you. No wearing those expensive clothes from Barneys. A brat like you gets fabric so cheap that all your little girlfriends will judge you for it."

To my surprise, Laila snapped her mouth shut and stared up at Constantino with wide eyes. I didn't know what had sparked her sudden change of action-I couldn't comprehend just how making Laila walk out of the house in cheaper clothes could affect her so much-but it seemed like they exchanged a few private words with just their eyes.

Either the family was extremely judgmental ... or something else had happened.

"Do you understand me?" Constantino asked, sharp jaw clenched.

"Yes," Laila whispered.

"Now," Constantino said, walking to a mahogany dresser and opening the first drawer. He pulled out two identical G-spot vibrators and walked back toward Laila, inserting one between her dripping pussy lips. "Since you both love to disobey, you'll stand here and watch each other come over and over ... and over again until I think you've had enough."

After securing the vibrator inside of her, Constantino walked over to me and drew the head of the vibrator across my swollen clit and to my entrance. My pussy was so wet that the vibrator slid right into me and filled me up.

I whimpered slightly, my nipples aching to be touched and tugged, and looked up at him, desperate for him to touch them, to touch me, any part of my body because I needed it so badly. "Please," I whispered.

Instead of giving me what I needed, he stepped back and stuffed his hand into his pocket, then he pulled out his phone and tapped a button on an app. My body jolted up, a strong vibration shooting through me.

Glancing over at Laila, I watched her naked body struggle against the cuffs and chains, her breasts bouncing slightly and her mouth parted in delight.

Constantino shuffled backward a few feet, then turned around and walked toward the door. "I'll be back in a few hours. Have fun, girls."

Constantino left Laila and me in his BDSM room, chained up to the walls with vibrators stuffed deep inside ourselves. I grasped the chains in my fists and clutched them tightly, pleasure rushing through me. We had been here for what must've been over an hour now, coming over and over again.

Every vibration from the vibrator thrust me higher and higher. I threw my head back and glanced at the wall-length mirror on the side of the room, knowing that it probably wasn't a regular mirror, but a way for Constantino to watch us while we came, to control the vibrators and give or take away pleasure anytime he wanted.

My pussy tightened, and I moaned loudly. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body from my core, making my limbs tingle and my mind numb. And while I would've taken the vibrator off my clit if I had control, the vibrations didn't stop.

In fact, every time I came, my vibrations seemed to get even faster somehow. Or maybe it just felt that way because they hadn't stopped for the longest damn time now. They had kept coming and coming, not once seizing, not once slowing down.

"He's watching us," I breathed, glancing over at the puddle of cum underneath Laila. "Isn't he?"

Instead of looking over at the mirror, she stared at me and curled her lips into a soft smile. "Don't look over at him, Sage. Don't give him the satisfaction. You watch me as I come, then come with me," she said, body convulsing for a moment as I listened to her vibrations become louder. "Please, come with me."

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