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Jess was laid bare over Derek's knee, her ass a warm pink and getting more pink with every slap of her boyfriend's palm.
She had lost count but he must be near 50, and now she was yelping with each firm smack.
Perhaps Jess had been out of line. But if this was discipline, why did she feel like she was going to orgasm every time she felt his hand on her ass?
Hit me again, she kept thinking. Again. A little harder.
And just what did Mark have in mind, standing there with his hands on his hips, watching... naked?
Derek had long wanted to see his girlfriend fuck another man, surreptitiously, from behind the door of the bedroom closet. Or so he had thought.
But when he came home from work an hour early, and saw Jess kneeling in front of Mark, his hands on her hips as he bored fully into her, he had reconsidered.
She was at first offended when he floated the idea, but only for a time. As she and Derek discussed it, Jess grew more and more aroused.
Who knew it that Mark might be the one? He was a friend from two doors down the hall. Today he'd come over innocently enough to borrow some cream. And now she was on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging full from her tanktop, as he pounded her savagely from behind.
With each of his delicious thrusts, she was thinking: Is the guy Derek will see me fuck? It was no longer a hypothetical when he walked in the door.
Derek didn't take this well. He didn't yell; he didn't have to. But Jess saw in his eyes an expression she neither recognized nor entirely liked. Mark pulled from her pussy and clambered to a chair in the corner, wilting, as Derek drew the belt from his trousers.
Jess thought he was going to use it as a whip, but he threw it onto the bed and pushed his pants and briefs to his ankles. Already he was semi-erect.
"Come here," he demanded of her, as he took his position on a small chair.
She obeyed, and he pushed her across his lap. The smell of sex hung in the air.
"You couldn't wait, could you?" he asked, not awaiting an answer as his flat palm found the firm cheek of her ass.
She winced, but did not cry out. Not yet.
"Derek, you said..."
"I said nothing," he said, cutting her off.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"You," he said to Mark. "Come here."
Mark complied with no resistance, and then she wondered...
"Stroke your cock," Derek said. "Get it hard again. You wanted to fuck in my house? Well, now's your chance."
Mark began stroking, and now he was only inches away from Jess, who watched with an aroused fascination that overtook her fear. Just minutes ago that thick slab of veined meat was filling her body. Now it was filling her imagination.
With every slap, Jess felt her insides shiver. She wasn't sure if her cries were of pain or pleasure. She was so close to orgasm, so close. And then Derek stopped.
"Suck his cock," he said to her, and she didn't need to be asked twice. She tasted herself on Mark's flesh, and she drew him deeply into her mouth, nearly displacing her tonsils with his cockhead.
Mark began to fuck her face, and Derek again began his gentle abuse.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Now, get up."
Jess struggled to her feet, Derek's cock springing up as she crawled off his lap, Mark's shiny and slick from her saliva.
"On the bed."
She threw herself down on her back and spread her legs. Her dreams were going to come true. She was going to be fucked by two men, at once.
"Your belt."
Derek was talking to Mark, and he understood completely. Swiftly he took his own belt, and Derek took his, and they wrapped the leather around Jess's wrists, lacing her to the bedposts. Not viciously; just enough to keep her in place.
"Now, beautiful... it's time for YOU to watch."
Her eyes grew wide as Derek crawled up between her thighs and assumed the same position she had been in only a few minutes earlier when her boyfriend had come through the door. She looked down between his legs, her lover's engorged cock twitching involuntarily, his balls hanging loose.
Mark leapt up behind him. Oh, fuck. He wasn't going to take her, he was going to take Derek.
She squeezed her thighs together as best she could, desperate to relieve the tension that had built to a fever pitch. But she needn't have bothered, because Derek's face soon was burrowed into her bald pussy, probing deep and lapping up her plentiful juices.
He didn't expect Mark's cock to fill his ass in one smooth push, and he nearly sucked her clit from between her lips with the sensation, reaching beneath himself to stroke his throbbing shaft. Mark bored ahead, his balls slapping Derek's as he fucked him doggy-style, Derek nearly smothering himself in Jess's moist, womanly folds.
She nearly blacked out when the orgasm tore through every cell in her body. She thought she felt a hot wetness on her belly; yes, she did. Derek had come in a generous rush, his creamy yield spurting into a pool in her navel.
Mark was in perfect synch, and with a final thrust he emptied his balls deep into Derek's ass, howling.
The bed nearly buckled as the two men collapsed, their weight crushing Jess. Derek's tongue found his own come and he traced it up to her small, puckered left areola, swirling it in a tiny circle around the swollen nipple, Mark's cock still buried in him.
Then they reached to the bedposts and freed her wrists, each man kissing the one they had tied.
Jess sighed, breathtaken. She would be fucked again tonight, of that much she was certain. And as she heard the closet door open, she hoped that Mark's emerging, very naked girlfriend had had enough light to take her photographs.
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