Senioritis
9. Therapy
“Chloe, lie face-up on the couch,” Nia said, then bent over its arm to arrange herself, and I could not take my eyes away from the stunning view of Nia’s magnificent bottom that followed. She’d never presented herself to me this way before, and it was like a revelation, like my entire perception of a perfect female body was shifting off its foundations. She had the finest ass I’d ever seen or even imagined in my life, by far the biggest, roundest and most prominent, and I already knew how strong she was under that spectacular exterior. Then there were her astonishing powerfully muscled legs, her calves like they were sculpted from marble. She was still wearing her tiny shiny white bikini.
“You like what you see, don’t you Marc?”
“You’re so beautiful, Nia, it’s like you’re some ideal of female perfection I’d never imagined, like I’m unworthy to even touch you, much less be inside you.”
“Marc, here’s a little secret ... no matter how beautiful you might think a woman is, she wants to be pleased and appreciated, to love and be loved, to give and receive affection, to cherish and be cherished just like any other woman. Isn’t that right, Chloe?” Nia kissed Chloe between her legs.
“Oh my god, Nia, yes ... that’s exactly what I want.”
“Marc, are you afraid to enter me?”
“I’m always a little afraid to do that, Nia.”
“Good boy, you should be, you should be totally devoted to pleasing me, desiring it more than anything and fearing my reaction if you do something I don’t like, filled with love and respect and even fear of me in equal measure. You’re dependent on me for your pleasure and receive gratification from serving no matter what I ask of you, and deep down inside, you know this. Don’t you?”
“I do, Nia. Any time you want, any way, anywhere, anyone. You and only you control my cock, my desire, my pleasure, my actions, my wants and needs, and ... my thoughts.”
“Good boy, Marc. I want you to touch me now, to explore my pussy, to discover how wet I am, how much your submission arouses me just as it arouses you, but this is the only time you’ll be able to use your hands until I make Chloe come. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Nia, I understand, but there’s something else I would like to do first, because if this works the way I want, you’re likely to squirt even if that’s never happened to you before. I would like to put a towel on the couch.”
Nia grinned back at me, a challenge. “Go ahead, boy. I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?” I got the towel, draped it on the arm of the couch, Nia rising to accommodate it, then she leaned back over.
I placed my hands gently on Nia’s sacrum, traced them over her astonishing strong silky smooth giant round buttocks that I’d never seen unclothed from behind before, spiraling in toward her rosebud and away, then converged on her pussy, one of my thumbs pulsing gently on her rosebud while my fingers pressed on her sacrum, the other thumb dipping into her opening while those fingers caressed her vulva. It wasn’t difficult at all to slip both my hands past her tiny bikini bottom. Nia was indeed very wet.
“That’s enough, Marc. Now unfasten my bikini bottom.”
Nia’s figure was so extravagant that there was no way for her minuscule bikini top to stay over her big nipples, which were all it covered and that only just, without straps to anchor somewhere lower, which was why those straps, clear, near-invisible and not much more than threads, connected to her equally tiny bikini bottom. A little clasp held it together on her lower back. I unfastened it and Nia’s top sprang free.
“Lower it, Marc. Make me feel as cherished as Chloe did when you undressed her, the way you say you cherished holding my feet before you massaged them so very well.” Then I heard the sounds of Nia kissing and licking Chloe’s tight pink pussy.
My hands moved up, down, around Nia’s stupefying legs and bottom, fingers and thumbs playing under the tiny straps of her bikini, experimenting with moving it down and side to side as I teased and stroked her, finally rocking it over her hips and the extravagant curve of her ass as sensually as I could. Chloe was gasping from what Nia was doing, then I heard them whispering as Nia edged her for the first time.
“Marc, you may enter me,” Nia said, and I complied, my hands on Nia’s hips, sliding my cock—her cock!—into her tight wet supremely talented pussy, not without trepidation. “Good boy, now hands off. Chloe, don’t forget to pay attention to what I do to you. I want you to do it to me later.”
I placed my hands on the arm of the couch on either side of Nia.
“Begin.”
I’d located Nia’s g-spot and a-spot with my fingers on previous sexual explorations, but she’d never given me permission to do more. Now that I had it, my experience with other women showed the way, even with as much trepidation as I was feeling any time I was inside her when I wasn’t already completely out of my mind with pleasure. I slid all the way in, all the way out, all the way in again, searched around inside her with my cock until I found it, that little hollow just below and in front of her cervix that would become so sensitive to persistent pressure, and with her bent over my couch the way she was and me angled down into her, one of several good positions for this, I knew exactly how I wanted this to go. I slid out again and found her g-spot, much less deep. I introduced my cock head to both sacred spots, going deep for one and then shallow five times for the other with little movements side to side and up and down, stretching her, stimulating every part of her sensitive entrance, then deep once again. I found a rhythm.
“That’s very nice, Marc,” she said.
Nia found her own rhythm around me, rippling gently in time to my thrusts. I could hear Chloe edge a second time.
“Marc, you already know you may not come without my permission. You must tell me when you’re close, then you’ll be responsible for making sure you don’t. When you tell me you’re close, I’ll stop what I’m doing. Don’t disappoint Chloe, she wants your come and she will have it. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Nia. I won’t disappoint you or Miss Chloe.”
“Good, because if you can’t stop yourself then I will do it for you, and you don’t want that, do you?”
“No, M... Nia.”
Nia squeezed me hard. I’d almost called her “Mistress” and we both knew it. Then she loosened her hold and let me proceed. I tried to keep myself from getting too excited, but what she was so gently doing around me was difficult to resist, it was like she was rippling in counterpoint to my movements, my thrusts, feeding back what pleasure I was stoking in her, giving back everything I wanted so much to give her, and I’d already become so conditioned to expect that when she had me inside her I would have no choice but to lose my mind to pleasure. My thoughts drifted and I approached my first edge.
“I’m going to come, Nia,” I said and both our motions stopped. I clenched and brought myself back, resumed half a minute later, calmer but somewhat woozy. I heard Chloe hit her third edge, and just the sounds she was making brought me to my second.
Nia raised one of her legs behind me. I felt her foot on the back of my head, which meant that she was doing a full vertical split with one foot on the ground. Flexible indeed. She caressed the back of my neck and head with the ball of her foot, and her toes, for half a minute. Then the top of her foot hooked around my throat and pulled my head upright, her toes under my chin.
“Show me your devotion, Marc,” she said, head head angled back from Chloe. I kissed the top of her arch and then each of her toes, then licked and sucked them. “Good boy,” she said.
“Thank you, Nia.”
Nia’s ankle unhooked from under my chin and she pushed the back of my head down toward her, rather strongly, while arching her back so her head rose until her lips were next to my ear. She began her oscillation around me again. “Don’t forget, when it’s your time to come inside Chloe, you must first ask her permission, and she must give it. Understand?”
“Yes Nia.” She relaxed her push against my head and lowered her leg back down, bracing herself and putting her focus back on Chloe, who began moaning.
By the time Chloe and I both hit our sixth edge, at almost the same moment, I was out of my mind. What Nia was doing to me, what she looked like as she did, and her incredible show of grace, flexibility, and power was just inconceivably good, even more so as her body was trembling from what was happening to her as well as what she was doing to both of us. “I think you’re going to make me come, Marc,” Nia said, her voice unsteady. “I’ve never felt anything like this and I don’t know where it’s going to lead, all I know is it’s very very good and I don’t want you to stop, but remember, you may not come.” She whimpered. “Do you understand?”
“I understand, Nia.”
“Do it, Marc. Make me come, just like this. I want that very much.”
A woman’s sacred spots respond to different kinds of stimulation than her clitoris, it might be more like what they feel from a sensuous sacral or reflexology massage but much more intense, in fact when done right she’ll feel a full-body orgasm, which if she hasn’t felt one before will be like a whole new universe of previously unsuspected ecstasy. I wanted that for Nia, and for Chloe. I focused on increasing pressure against her g-spot and then her a-spot, alternating, five times on one and then once on the other. I’d already established my body’s rhythm and just let it continue, clenching between thrusts, which continued to draw me deeper into a trance-like state.
“Oh, Marc, that’s ... that’s ... oh, I’m going to come, holy shit I’m going to come, oh, what’s happening to me?” And then Nia took a deep breath and just groaned, long and drawn out, her body shuddering and shaking, trembling around me. I could feel my own orgasm approach despite my best efforts.
“I’m going to come, Nia,” I said, and Nia clenched hard around me, too hard, it was like I was being crushed inside her, like ... like maybe this was the tenth painful stroke she’d withheld from my cock earlier, and thinking that made it bearable.
“Oh Marc, oh, what have you done to me? This is so ... oh, so ... ohhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
I could hear the sounds of Chloe’s much smaller orgasm, her third non-clitoral orgasm of the day, and hearing that made me glad to know that with Nia’s permission I would be able to give Chloe something as good as what Nia was experiencing now.
“You can let go now, Nia,” I said through gritted teeth. I was no longer in danger of coming, and as I felt Nia’s pleasure unfold further, I knew how to make it even more intense ... a full-body orgasm like this can go on for quite some time, it had always seemed more like a continuum of pleasure rather than the single peak of most clitoral orgasms when I’d done it to other women in what I was now thinking of as my previous existence, and I wanted that for her. She released me and I resumed pressing against her sacred spots, more slowly and gently now, pressing longer each time.
“Ohhhhhh Marc, oh ...”
There was one more thing I could do to make her come even harder. Well, two more things. I could reach around to her clit and have it join the party, which would be like adding rocket fuel to her orgasm but also put a timer on it, or I could spank her. I chose both, even though she’d forbidden me to use my hands. I dearly hoped I wouldn’t have to pay for this later.
As her continuing orgasm neared another gentle peak, I reached around her huge bottom to place fingers on each side of my cock, still moving slowly in and out of her, as far past it as I could, and slowly stroked her vulva on both sides. Up, slowly, short strokes starting and finishing higher each time until my ring finger was circling her long thick clit, tighter and tighter circles, and then I was pressing gently, direct pressure and gentle strokes side to side or circling, my other fingers pressing into her firm soft strong skin nearby.
“Oh, ohh, ohhH, ohhHH shit, ohhhhHHHHHHHHH SHIT!’ Nia screamed out, and a few moments later I slapped one of her butt cheeks hard, still moving inside her, still caressing her sacred spots inside and out, and she thrashed and writhed and spasmed and screamed under me, no longer in control of her response, just bucking against me. I slapped her other butt cheek just as hard and she screamed even louder. It went on for half a minute before her movement slowed and finally stopped. Chloe was weeping, overflowing with emotion. Nia stayed bent over, forehead pressed to the couch, me still inside her, hard as steel. Between us we’d somehow managed to keep me from coming.
Eventually, Nia stirred. “You didn’t come,” she said shakily.
“You told me not to and you helped me when it was getting to be too much, so I didn’t,” I said.
Nia rose to her elbows. “I’m going to stand up with you inside me, then I’m going to raise my leg over your head so I’m facing you, then you’re going to lift me up and carry me to your bed, with you still inside me,” she said. “Chloe, bring my bag of tricks and join us there.”
Nia didn’t seem to have complete control of her body, and lifting one of her legs over my head while keeping me inside her until she was facing me in her weakened condition seemed quite a feat. She looked into my eyes, wrapped her powerful legs around me as I put my hands under her fabulous bottom, and lifted herself, my arms and cock and the grip of her legs the only things keeping her in place. I walked her to my bedroom. She wasn’t light by any means, if I had to guess it would be that she weighed about 160 lbs, but I was young and strong, too, and managed it without much difficulty.
“You’re incredibly flexible,” I said.
Nia’s eyes were in mine, still half-closed, her breath calming but her body still trembling. “I’ll show you later, when I work out. I’ll use your weights and run through some forms. You’re going to need more and different weights ... I’ve seen what you have and while it’ll be OK for today, if you want to keep serving me you’re going to need a better home gym. I’ll send someone over this week to do some work. Marc, I’m thinking about moving in with you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She was starting a slow rippling around me again, undulating her belly and breasts against me as I held her up, walking with her.
“Yes Nia, I would like that very much. I would like that more than anything else in the world.”
“More than if Chloe moved in?”
“I would love it if Chloe moved in, too.”
“Hmmmm. You already have a king-sized bed, that’s a good start. Now back up and let yourself sink onto it. I’ll stay on top. Chloe, straddle Marc’s mouth and face me. Wriggle yourself further onto him so his mouth and nose are covered with your pretty pink pussy. I want it to be difficult for him to breathe. Go ahead, don’t be shy, and don’t let him make you come. Marc, be very gentle with her right now, her clit is probably touching some part of you and she’s very aroused. I like that and I want her to stay that way, but she may not come, do you understand?”
“Uph Nnn,” I mumbled, my mouth and nose full of beautiful Chloe.
Nia took Chloe’s chin in her hands, their eyes in each other’s. “Chloe, would you like to move in with Marc, and with me if tomorrow morning I still want to move in with him? I would bring most of my stuff here by next weekend.”
Chloe flushed, her breath coming fast. “Yes, Mistress, I would like that more than anything.”
“Good girl. You’ll stay with us tonight and tomorrow morning. When I leave after breakfast, you will make arrangements to move in. We’ll share this bed for now, but I want to make some changes to this place, or else have Marc move into a more suitable house.”
Chloe was squirming on me in a way I couldn’t miss. I backed off.
“Good boy, Marc, you noticed. Chloe, I’m very happy with how you’ve progressed since you committed yourself to learn from me. I’m ready to promote you to level 2, and if you agree you can move in. Would you like that?"”
Once again I realized this was an unfair question ... Chloe was hovering close to the edge of another orgasm. An orgasm I was causing even though I was trying hard not to.
“Oh god yes, I would like that very much, Mistress.”
“Good girl. The first thing I want you to do is stop saying ‘God’. That’s very distracting for me, and even a bit disturbing. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try, Mistress.”
“Good girl. Try very hard. Chloe, I need you to take much longer to get to orgasm. I know you haven’t had many before but I want Marc to have to work harder at it ... right now I think you would go off in just a few seconds, and I want you to feel more pleasure than that. Will you agree to let us try something to help you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you have any suggestions?”
“The hairbrush again, maybe?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea, Chloe, and I’m very glad you want that. Marc, you’ll have to hurt her a bit ... I don’t want her going off like a rocket the way I did from your hands a few minutes ago. You can save that for when she’s ready.”
“Uph Nnn,” I said.
“Good boy. Chloe, come here before we get up ... I want you to learn how to kiss a woman. It’ll work on a male, too, with small differences and you’ll try out what you learn on Marc later. Pucker up into soft, pillowy lips and draw me in with your eyes. Make me feel how much you want this, like my lips are being welcomed into softness and comfort, like a loving full-body hug, like there’s nothing in the world you’d rather do than kiss me right now. Keep your tongue to yourself, just be in the moment, taking your time, feeling what my lips are doing and giving it back.”
Chloe was squirming and I backed off again.
“That’s very good, Chloe. You’re doing very well. Trust yourself like you’re that supermodel everyone wants to see rock their world, because, Chloe, you can absolutely rock anyone’s world, never doubt that. Kiss me again. Try anything you think might be good, but don’t try too hard ... it’s not a contest, it’s a loving, welcoming embrace. Lick, nibble, let yourself separate and look into my eyes, then back in again. Suck my lips, just a little, a gentle tug. Kiss my neck. I’ve seen how much you wanted Marc to do that when you’ve been in his arms, and I saw how much you liked it when he finally did. Be creative, be yourself, be the loving guide you know you want to be ... kissing can be extremely sensual, if you’re really good or your partner is trained well enough you can make him or her orgasm from just a kiss, or orgasm much harder if you’re doing something else at the time. Then, and only then, let your tongue find its way into my mouth. Tease, penetrate, explore ...”
Chloe was squirming, much more this time. I was barely doing a thing to her.
“Marc,” Nia said. “Did that just happen all on its own? Are you doing anything to her?”
“Nph Nnn,” I said.
“Good girl, you’re feeling exactly what you should be. Now get up off Marc, take my face in your hands, and kiss me like pleasing me is the most important thing in the world to you. Do your best.”
I sucked in deep breaths. I’d been able to breathe with Chloe’s beautiful pussy on my nose and mouth, but only just. Now I was treated to Chloe’s lovely peach-pink bottom, so different from Nia’s but so damn sexy in its own way, so beautifully curved, knowing that she was now deep-kissing Nia while my steel-hard cock was still embedded, captured, in Nia’s incredible pussy.
Chloe and Nia separated, both of them breathing hard.
“Good, Chloe, that was really good, you’re amazing, you know that? A natural, a force of nature. I think you’re ready to make me come, applying everything you just learned from tantalizing my mouth to teasing my aching wet pussy.”
Nia adjusted her position above me, went from sitting on me to having her feet down on either side of me. Then she squatted, her incredible pussy gripping me tight until my butt actually rose from the bed, my cock feeling like it was going to be pulled away from my body. Then she let go and I fell back.
“Marc, you’re going to give Chloe a full-body massage while she learns to please me in a much more intimate way. I will instruct her fully while you excite her so much that eventually she comes just from the massage. You will make sure that happens while you’re massaging her bare feet, removing her socks just before you begin working on them, just as you did to me except with Chloe you may also use your mouth, showing her your devotion, but you may not touch her clitoris. You’ll do that later, just the way you did with me. Work around her skirt. If she gets too close before you’re done with her feet, use the hairbrush. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Nia,” I said.
“Good. Get up and roll over. Begin.”
I collected the massage oil and warmed it in my hands. Chloe still wore her red demi-bra and short skirt, without panties. I laved her shoulders, her wings, her lower back, her slender waist and tantalizing hips, her sacrum, her delightful ass. I moved my hands, up and down, lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’.
Chloe’s head raised from Nia’s pussy. “Oh my ... oh Marc, that feels so good, oh my ... ohh ... ohhHH ... I’m going to come!”
I stopped, removed my hands from her, leaned forward to whisper softly into Chloe’s ear. “Relax, Miss Chloe, let this pass over you, save yourself for later, save yourself for my cock, for Nia’s cock. It’ll be so much better for you, for ... us if you do.”
Chloe was making a little humming sound, a sound of quiet desperation, like keening for a little death. It went on for half a minute before she resumed ministering to Nia’s hungry pussy. Nia’s moved Chloe’s head to where she wanted more attention, whispered “right there, Chloe, lick up, your tongue flattened, lick up like you felt Marc lick you earlier ...”
Chloe tensed. I had barely begun touching her again and pulled my hands away.
“Oh my ... oh my ... oh my god!”
I brought Nia’s hairbrush down hard onto Chloe’s beautiful ass. She bucked and squealed. Then again on her other cheek. I was so damned hard.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck you Marc, oh that stings ...” Chloe was dripping tears onto Nia’s belly.
“Are you sure you want to keep doing this, Miss Chloe?” I whispered.
“Oh fuck yes, yes this is exactly what I want, this is so good, you’re so good, oh fuck that hurts.”
“Do we need a safe word?” I asked.
“What’s that?” Chloe said.
Nia answered. “A safe word is a word you speak, or a gesture you make that means stop, even if you say a lot of other words that mean stop but you don’t actually want it to stop. Marc was a very good boy for stopping when you said ‘fuck you’ to him because neither of us wants to be doing something you truly don’t want, which is why people use safe words. There are usually two, one that means ‘stop right now’ and the other meaning ‘keep doing what you’re doing but not quite so intensely’. Often these words are ‘red’ and ‘yellow’, like traffic signals, which are easy for most people to remember. When I’ve done this with my girls I’ve told them that using a safe word means they don’t get to orgasm that session, but I’m not going to do that to you, at least not at level 2. Marc has never used his safe words.”
“I can use ‘yellow’ but I don’t like ‘red’ because that’s the color of my outfit and my nail polish, and I know Marc likes it on me and I want him to like it even more. I’ll use my fuckhead ex-boyfriend’s name instead if that’s OK: ‘Robert’ even though everyone called him Bobby, because that’s a word I never want to speak again.”
“You are a very naughty girl, Chloe,” Nia said.
I was gently brushing fingertips over Chloe’s lovely bottom where I’d just smacked it with Nia’s hairbrush, gradually increasing the pressure there and nearby, trying to soothe the sting, to spread it out, replacing it with something more calming and pleasurable. Chloe shivered a little, even as she resumed focus on pleasing Nia.
“That’s it, Chloe, just gentle kisses and licks and laps at first. Use your hands on my bottom, tease me with your beautiful nails there ... if you don’t already know it, those beautiful hands and fingers and nails of yours can cause so much pleasure, or even just suggest it in anyone you want, like Marc. I can hardly wait to see you tease his cock with them, and I’ll bet he can’t either. Isn’t that right, Marc?”
I gulped. “Yes Nia, that would be like another fantasy come true.”
“Don’t be shy about using those nails on my bottom now, Chloe, as you lose yourself in my pussy. I like it when you lick up the side, several times on one side and then the other, teasing me just inside my outer lips, and then just a little pucker from your beautiful red lips as you kiss and suckle my clit, oh ... ohhHH ... oh that’s nice Chloe, you’re doing so well.”
Chloe’s arousal had dropped quite a bit since I’d spanked her with Nia’s hairbrush, but I could feel it returning. I was still gently stroking her lovely bottom but I was also working her upper thighs as they flowed into it, tracing fingertips down past her knees and over her shapely calves to her ankles, then back up, almost tickling her. She moaned, spreading her legs wider, even as she continued working on Nia.
“She likes that, Marc,” Nia said. “You must be doing well down there, and she is definitely doing well up here.”
I moved my hands under Chloe’s upper legs, squeezing each with two hands as I moved gently downwards, stroking slowly with my oiled hands, letting delicious friction do its magic, one leg after the other, then more firmly, squeezing the quadriceps of her smooth, slender legs all the way down to her knees. She moaned again, but this seemed more like a massage response rather than sexual, which is probably what Nia was hoping for, though of course I had mixed feelings.
“That’s it, Chloe, as I get more excited you can feel my pussy heating. Move one of your beautiful hands to me and put two fingers in, let them explore. Careful with your nails, they may not be very long though I bet you’ll grow them longer soon to tantalize Marc, but they can be uncomfortable inside a woman unless you’re very careful. Move those fingers inside and feel around, find that rough patch 2 or 3 inches in ... ahhh, yes, that’s it beautiful Chloe, that’s my g-spot that Marc made so happy a few minutes ago just as he will make yours so happy soon, stroke it with those two fingers, pressing gently as you curl those fingers, kissing and licking me, and .... ohhhh Chloe, Chloe, that’s so good sweet Chloe, I’m getting very wet now, can you feel it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Chloe whispered.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that, sweet Chloe, but I want you to do something Marc also did, I want you to start kissing and licking my clit. Mine is thick and long, almost like a tiny cock, and it behaves a little like a cock, too ... when it’s this aroused you can be rougher, pressing into it with your tongue, nice and broad and flat, teasing it, pulsing your tongue, kissing ... ohhhHHH ... sweet Chloe, that’s so good.”
I’d been stroking Chloe’s knees, which she seemed to enjoy, then moved my focus to her willowy calves, pressing gently into the muscle, making a fist and pushing up toward her knee, then squeezing the muscle from the sides, two hands on each calf, squeezing, fisting, then the other calf. She was wriggling in pleasure, even as the pressure of my fists against her sensitive muscle was a little uncomfortable, her sounds from Nia’s pussy echoing Nia’s own. My hands moved down to Chloe’s ankles.
“I’m at her feet, Nia,” I said.
“Good boy. Chloe, You’re going to roll over and I’m going to straddle your face. You’re going to keep doing what you’re doing, it’s so good, my sweet Chloe, and Marc is going to start working on your beautiful feet while you continue what you’re doing until we both orgasm. Marc will make sure our orgasms are simultaneous.”
We changed positions. With Nia mounting Chloe’s chin, I had the rest of Chloe’s lovely slender body to myself and I started high, in fact I started at Nia’s strong shoulders, down her back, pushing into her sacrum, clutching and squeezing her fabulous ass, then circling Chloe’s shapely breasts, staying away from her sensitive nipples, down her taut soft belly, flowing feminine hips, tracing lightly down her willowy legs. I kissed my way over her knees, shins, ankles, then took one of her slender feet in my hands, tracing fingertips under and over it to her toes, then reached under the elastic at the top of her cute ankle sock and slid it slowly down, as reverently as I’d removed her panties, kissing and touching the tip of my tongue to her flesh as it was exposed. She shivered.
“Red toenail polish, Miss Chloe,” I said. “I love it on you, it’s so sexy, seeing it on you makes me so aroused, just the way you want me, like I could come just from kissing and massaging your feet.”
“That’s it, sweet Chloe,” Nia said. “Just like that, ohhhhHHHH yes, just like that. I’m getting very close, too close, feel how my body is moving and breathing right now, I want you to back off and edge me, let me cool down a little. It’ll be so much better if you make me wait. You’re in control right now, right there while you’re lying down under me, when you edge me like that you control my sexual response just as I’m physically dominating you just as any woman can control any male or any other woman through pleasure and pain and skill and confidence and experience and force of will. You’ll learn to do all of that, and just thinking about it makes me even wetter.”
I worked Chloe’s foot just as I had Nia’s, starting at the juncture between arch and ball. Chloe was much more sensitive and tender so I couldn’t be as rough—she’d obviously spent less time barefoot than Nia—but that sensitivity would make her even easier to stimulate. I worked the ball of her beautiful graceful foot, her heel, her ankle, rotating it, squeezed her Achilles tendon up and down, which made her moan, then stretched her toes back and then forward, squeezing and stroking the top and bottom of her foot from each stretch, and finally kissed each of her toes in turn, biggest to smallest, squeezing them from the top and bottom and then from the sides as I twisted them a little, then finally drawing each one all the way into my mouth and sucking while I worked it with my tongue. She groaned and writhed. I kissed each one gently again. I could tell she was at her edge.
“Keep going, Chloe,” Nia said. “Don’t let what Marc is doing distract you from your very important job, which is fucking my pussy with your beautiful hands and mouth.”
“Second foot, Nia,” I said. “I’ll make her come soon.”
“Chloe, I want you to bring me close to the edge and keep me there,” Nia said. “Back off when I’m about to come, you’re doing so well, I’ll help you know when that is, but don’t let me cool off, I want to stay close, and then as you feel your own orgasm from what Marc is doing approach, I want you to push me over the edge, using your beautiful fingers on my g-spot and your tongue on my clit.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Chloe gasped.
It seemed to go so slowly, like it was in slow motion. I removed Chloe’s other sock and massaged this foot just as I had the other, except this time I reached up with one hand every half minute or so and flicked my finger at another part of her body. Her calf, her hamstring, her lovely smooth bottom, not hard, just enough to give a little extra jolt to an unexpected place. She wriggled more under my hands each time, her breath coming shorter until I could tell she was very near her edge. I’d squeezed and pressed and suckled each of her toes to increasing mews of pleasure and now was ready to push her over the edge whenever Nia was ready.
“That’s it, Chloe, ohhhhhHHHHH that’s so good, oh sweet Chloe that’s so good, ohhhhhhHHHHHH I’m going to come, oh Chloe, make me come, make me ... ohhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH CHLOE!!”
All it took to push Chloe over the edge was a slap to her bottom as I squeezed her pinky toe. She went over much harder than Nia had from her own foot massage earlier, both women now gasping and whimpering together, though Chloe came down much more quickly than Nia. It took a few minutes for their breathing to get mostly back to normal. Chloe moved up Nia’s body until they were holding each other, their hands stroking gently.
Nia said “Such a good girl and boy, so good. Marc, fetch another towel, I’m afraid the other one is soaked.” I rose and staggered into my suite bathroom. Nia and Chloe were both still lying down, kissing tenderly as they stroked each other’s hair, a sight to behold as I rejoined them, a sight to launch a thousand pornos, the best ever made, but I was the only one blessed to witness it.
“I would really love to spoon you right now,” I said. “I cannot believe what a beautiful sight you are, sprawled out on my bed like this.”
“Sorry, Marc, this is just for us women. Boys can wait.”
Chloe giggled. “He’s certainly waited a long time,” she said, then Nia giggled, too, and my cock just surged.
“Chloe, let’s get you to the couch,” Nia said, then took a deep breath. “You, and Marc too, you really earned this, and you deserve to have your minds blown. Marc, I’m going to swap your buttplug for something different. Instead of just taking up space, this one is a prostate stimulator, designed to give you the same kind of full-body orgasm you gave me and that you’ll be giving Chloe now. Have you ever used one?”
“No one ever put anything up my butt before you, Nia,” I said.
“Good, another first. Stand at attention and help Chloe up.”
I did, then extended a hand to Nia, too, and she took it, allowing me to help lift her up and continuing into me for a close embrace, my hard cock pressed against her belly, between us.
“I don’t know what to make of you, Marc,” she whispered. “I should punish you for using your hands, but I have never, ever come like that before, I didn’t even know it was possible, and it’s all because you disobeyed me. You’re making me rethink a lot of things I thought I knew.” She put her hands on my cheeks and pulled me in for a deep kiss, a kiss like the one she’d been teaching to Chloe, a kiss of real tenderness and affection.
“I’m only going to direct you this time, sweeties. I’ve had enough fun for the moment, and now it pleases me to let you have yours.”