Lysette’s laughter rang out at his taunting. The redhead was up close to Imogen again, gripping her one-time partner’s hips from behind as the girl was pounded.
“Tell me what you see, Lysette,” he said, sustaining the rate of his pussy-ploughing. “I want to know what you see…”
“I see your cock reaming out her slutty cunt,” his accomplice replied without missing a beat. “I see her big ass rippling every time you fucking slam her.”
“Smack that ass,” he demanded. “Smack that lovely big ass.”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
To the machine-gun fire were added rifle shots, as Lysette’s palm cracked hard against Imogen’s flank. No further urging was needed, so committed was the redhead to this double-domination. Urgent spanking echoed around the bedroom. The smack of that slim feminine hand on the blonde’s well-upholstered bottom was a glorious addition to the sexual cacophony. How the submissive was reacting to the introduction of a spanking-hand into the fuck, Mac could only surmise; her vocal reaction was too far out of control by now to be specific. And her cunt was lusciously, ball-drenchingly wet.
“God, you’re fucking loving this, Blondie,” he said, as his shaft squelched inside her. “Look how much you’re creaming my cock.”
But the insanity was threatening to overpower his senses once more, and his current load was one he could not afford to lose. Not yet. Not till he damn well chose. Regrouping his thoughts, he lifted Imogen off his cock and pushed her tumbling aside onto her back. “Come on, partner,” he said to Lysette, swinging himself off the bed with his mirror-reflected cock swaying tall, huge and wet. “What do you say we take our plaything somewhere different? Somewhere fun.”
The devilry rose up visibly within the girl. “Goddamn,” she said, actually sharing a smile with her blackmailer. “You bastard… Fucking lead the way.”
“You lead it,” Mac told her. “And bring your new pet with you.” He strode around the bed and bundled Imogen from the covers; she was a pleasing mess of tumbled hair and perspiring fleshy curves. “Come on, Blondie,” he said, making sure to grope her boobs thoroughly, as he wrangled her to the floor. “This party’s on the move, and you’re the entertainment every step of the fucking way.”
He gathered Imogen’s scattered locks into a band, which he then passed to Lysette. She snaked the hair securely around her knuckles, putting the blonde on a tight leash, the way Mac had done to her. “Remember, I’m doing this for both of us,” she told her friend with a revenger’s gloating enjoyment. “Where are we taking her?”
“Kitchen. End of the hallway on the left.” He leaned down and applied a whip-crack slap to Imogen’s splendid rear. “Move that ass, Blondie. No rest for you.”
“You heard him, you slutty bitch,” Lysette affirmed. “Get moving.” She directed another devious glance Mac’s way as she said it, clearly relishing her promotion to role of co-conspirator and the reversal of hers and Imogen’s earlier fortunes. The redhead was getting cockier than a girl should, who’d been snared into naked dick-sucking, Mac considered, but he let it go. For the moment her fiery spirit was serving his fantasies well. He looked on as she tugged on the hair leash and the blonde yelped her way into motion.
It was a cock-invigorating sight – the naked asses of his two blackmailed bitches retreating down the hallway. Lysette bore herself with an athlete’s grace, her red mane flowing down her back towards the curve of her pale sculpted buttocks. Shuffling over the shag-pile carpet, Imogen made an undignified contrast. Her bubble rear swayed dramatically as she scrambled to keep up, swollen lips on full display and thighs shiny with cunt cream. Enjoy playing your little power-game, Scarlet, he mused, stroking his cock as he paced behind them.Have your fun. Just don’t forget who’s topping you both tonight. He swung his arm low, palm connecting hard with Imogen’s bottom, so that she yelled aloud and her redhead trainer smirked. “Get the busty bitch inside,” he said, urging both girls through the doorway.
He flicked on the kitchen light, illuminating a range of new possibilities. The room was immaculately clean, all utensils tidied away in his efforts to impose some kind of order on his life, while the divorce battle had thrown everything else into disarray. “Right, put her on the table,” he instructed. Together he and Lysette hoisted the floundering Barbie-girl from her lowly position on the tiles and guided her roughly onto the sturdy oak table-top. She uttered feeble moans and squeaks as they laid her out on her back.
“What now?” Lysette was exhibiting wild-eyed passion for the game now. Something primal had been ignited within her. It was payback for the betrayal for sure, but the long evening of sucking, fucking and playing voyeur had also brought the filthiest version of this girl to the fore, forget that blackmail had set events in motion. It was one more unexpected element for Mac to play with, and he claimed the opportunity.
“Keep working over her tits,” he instructed his surprise protégé. “I’m going to see what’s in the fridge.”
The redhead reached from the head of the table and mashed both breasts with no shred of forgiveness, tugging hard on bottle-top nipples every time she closed her dual grasp. Her one-time partner keened and writhed, hands grasping for the support of the table’s wooden edges as her tender flesh was tormented by those cruel hands. Mac broke from the gorgeous vision and went searching inside his modest fridge, glad that he had stocked up for a potential date once the divorce had been finalised. He found inspiration on the middle shelf.
“Let her go,” he said, returning with the pouring cream. “Now watch this.” The blonde’s big tits were red with finger marks, as he peeled off the lid and let the contents of the tub spill in a high waterfall over each in turn. Her areolae were enveloped first, before the dairy thickness spilled over, creamy fingers reaching down to embrace both mounds. “You’ve got to admit, Lysette, that’s fucking beautiful.” The redhead ogled, unable to disguise delight at her blackmailer’s improvisation. The object of admiration looked up in astonishment at her thickly coated boobs.
“Want to share?” he inquired of his helper.
The redhead breathed hot agreement. “Fuck yes.”
Then they were either side of the blonde, lapping cream from the contours of her coated breasts and suckling on her hard nipples till she squealed. Their tongues skated and their mouths sucked, till cream dripped from their lips down both their chins. Mac’s gaze met the redhead’s across the mountainous surface of their joint feast. “Delicious?”
“Yes.” As much lust glowed in her eyes as anger by now. He reached across the table and grasped a handful of curly red tresses, pulling her into an open-mouthed kiss. She sucked up his breath as hard as he did to hers, their tongues writhing in a creamy contest. He clenched her hard, consuming all the spite-drenched passion her mouth had to spend on him and demanding more, his free palm groping one of the blonde’s slippery tits while he did it. This girl’s kiss was a world of difference from that Imogen had bestowed on him – full of attack and rage – but it was still the kiss of a lover. When he broke from her she was panting and red in the face, cream and saliva dribbling from her chin like she was drooling her desire.
“You’re still a bastard fucker,” she hissed, in light of her mouth’s passionate response.
“Yes – but I’m growing on you, aren’t I?” He gripped her locks and graced her with a savage smile.
“Maybe. As long as we’re not done with thisbitch.” She grabbed the other girl’s currently unmolested breast, and together their squeezing extracted moans from Imogen’s sagging mouth.
“Oh no – we’re far from done,” he promised his protégé. “Go to the fridge and find the butterscotch syrup. I’m going to share a little cream with our neglected friend here.”