Getting Into the Swing of Things: Part 4

Where Obedience is Learned, and Pleasure is Earned

“She doesn’t come again until I say so,” Fabian snapped, thrusting deeper. “Let her beg through the tears.”

And I did. My whole body was begging, every shiver, every muffled cry, every tightening pulse of my cunt. I was undone. Claimed. Overwhelmed.

Fabian’s voice dropped to a low growl. “You want to come again, slut? Want to come with my cock down your throat and Stephanie’s fingers buried in that dripping hole?”

I nodded frantically, mouth still stuffed, drool running down my chin.

“Then hold it,” he said. “You don’t come until we take it from you.”

Stephanie pulled her fingers from my soaking cunt with a soft, wet sound, my body twitching from the loss.

I whimpered around Fabian’s cock, still deep in my throat, the stretch relentless. He hadn’t eased up once, his grip on my hair and leash tight, thrusts steady and brutal.

“Hold still,” Stephanie murmured, voice dark and deliberate.

Her hands slid down to my thighs, and with slow, firm pressure, she forced my legs wider in the swing, wider than they’d gone before.

The leather straps creaked slightly under the strain, my ankles tugged apart, muscles trembling with the stretch. I was splayed open, helpless and dripping, my pussy on display, flushed, swollen, and leaking down my thighs.

Then I felt the shift in the air. Stephanie was undressing.

A low, sultry breath ghosted over my exposed folds, and I dared to look down through teary, half-lidded eyes.

Stephanie stepped forward, bare now, her own pussy slick and glistening. Her arousal matched mine, lips flushed and wet with need.

“I want to feel her,” she said, more to Fabian than to me.

“Do it,” Fabian growled, still driving himself deep into my throat. “Let her feel everything. But she doesn't come. Not yet.”

Stephanie moved between my legs, gripping the swing, and guided her hips forward until her pussy met mine, soft, warm, slick heat pressing into my aching folds.

I gasped around Fabian’s cock, body jerking at the sudden contact.

The feeling was overwhelming, Stephanie’s folds grinding against mine, her wetness mixing with mine, slow and deliberate, teasing and devastating.

She rocked her hips in gentle, maddening circles, pressing, sliding, barely thrusting, her clit brushing against mine again and again.

The slick sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, wet and obscene, each motion sending fresh pulses of pleasure through my overstimulated core.

Fabian never stopped. His cock pistoned into my throat, claiming my mouth with relentless rhythm, forcing me to surrender completely.

“God, she’s soaking,” Stephanie whispered, breath catching. “She’s making a mess of me already.”

My pussy clenched violently, my body screaming for release. I was so close, too close, but I knew the rules. I wasn’t allowed. Not yet.

Tears streamed down my face, jaw aching, hips bucking instinctively against Stephanie’s slow grind. The contact was unbearable, too much and not enough. My clit throbbed, every nerve on fire, my entire body caught in this perfect storm of denial.

Fabian looked down at me, sweat slicking his brow. “You want to come, don’t you, pet?”

I moaned around him, desperate, eyes wide and pleading.

“She’s trembling,” Stephanie purred, still moving so slowly it felt like torture. “Her clit’s pulsing against mine. She’s right on the edge.”

“Good,” Fabian hissed. “Keep her there. Let her drown in it. She’ll come when we say, and not a second before.”

Stephanie leaned closer, her breath hot against my face as her hips pressed more firmly against mine.

“You're going to beg for it,” she whispered, kissing the corner of my wet mouth. “And when we do let you come, it’s going to ruin you.”

And I knew she was right.

I was undone, split open, overflowing with need. But I was theirs. And they would take me to the edge again and again… until I couldn’t remember anything else but this.

Stephanie’s hips were still rolling in slow, maddening circles against mine, our slick folds soaked with shared arousal.

My clit throbbed against hers with every motion, my pussy convulsing with need, chasing a climax I wasn't allowed to have.

Fabian watched with a dark smile, then finally gave the command.

“That’s enough,” he said sharply. “Off.”

Stephanie obeyed immediately, lifting her body away from mine. The loss of her warmth, her pressure, made me cry out around Fabian’s cock, desperate, empty, twitching with frustration.

My cunt clenched helplessly in the air, still spread wide and dripping, denied once again.

“Look at her,” Fabian said with a sneer, pulling slowly from my mouth. “Quivering like a bitch in heat. You’re pathetic, pet.”

He guided Stephanie around to the head of the swing, then pressed her downward until she stood with her legs spread just above my face.

Her pussy hovered inches from my lips, wet, flushed, glistening, and I could smell our combined arousal thick in the air.

But I couldn’t taste her. Not yet.

My mouth opened instinctively, tongue reaching for her, but Fabian tugged the leash sharply.

“Ah, ah. No touching,” he warned. “You just watch.”

Stephanie whimpered softly as Fabian moved in behind her. His hands gripped her hips with rough certainty, and then he lined himself up and thrust deep inside her in one savage motion.

Stephanie gasped, arching forward, her body jolting with pleasure.

My eyes were locked on the place where their bodies met, his cock disappearing inside her, coated in her slickness, gliding with obscene ease.

Fabian looked down at me as he began to fuck her, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate.

“Look at this,” he growled. “Watch how easily I slide into her. So tight. So fucking wet. And you don’t get any of it.”

I moaned, completely overwhelmed, my mouth open, tongue aching to taste, my pussy throbbing with unsatisfied need.

Fabian’s voice was pure dominance, laced with cruel delight. “You feel that, Stephanie?” he grunted. “Her eyes on us? That’s your little pet, watching me fuck what she can’t have.”

Stephanie moaned above me, body rocking with each of his thrusts, her swollen pussy just out of reach.

Her arousal dripped down, strands of it nearly touching my tongue but never quite reaching. The heat, the scent, the sound, it was torture.

“You like being used, don’t you?” Fabian snarled down at me, hips slamming into Stephanie with ruthless force. “You like being denied. Humiliated. Left to drool and ache while I fuck someone right in your face.”

I nodded frantically, eyes wide, tears slipping down my cheeks again. Every word, every thrust, sent another wave of longing through me.

Fabian leaned forward slightly, pushing Stephanie down more, angling her perfectly, his cock plunging deeper as her pussy hovered just above my lips, trembling with the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Look at this cunt,” he hissed, voice thick with lust. “So wet I can barely hold back. And you don’t get a single taste.”

I whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, my body desperate for friction, for anything. But I was held open, denied, utterly at their mercy.

“You’ll sit there and watch me use her,” Fabian growled. “Because that’s what you are. My toy. My obedient, aching little slut.”

And I was, helpless, soaked, and aching to be filled…..but knowing I wouldn’t be. Not until he decided I deserved it.

My mouth hung open, lips parted, throat still raw from earlier use. I could taste the air itself, thick with arousal, musk, heat, and the maddening scent of them both.

Stephanie’s slickness hung in the air between us, her body still trembling above mine from Fabian’s thrusts.

I needed it. Not just to feel, but to taste, to be given the honor of every filthy, perfect detail they created together.

“Please,” I gasped, voice hoarse and wrecked. “Let me taste you, Sir. Please, your cock, with her… I need it.”

Fabian paused mid-thrust, his cock glistening with Stephanie’s arousal. His eyes locked on mine with dark amusement and hunger.

“You want this?” he growled, dragging his length slowly from Stephanie’s soaking pussy. “You want the taste of us together on your tongue?”

I nodded frantically, shameless, wrecked. “Yes, Sir. Please. I want it so badly.”

A cruel smirk curved his lips.

“Open.”

I obeyed instantly.

He stepped forward and fed it to me, his cock hot, heavy, coated in Stephanie’s juices. The taste was immediate, raw and intoxicating.

I moaned around him, tongue swirling, desperate for every trace. He thrust deep, holding my face, fucking my mouth like he owned it.

Then, just as suddenly, he pulled back and returned to Stephanie, who gasped as he filled her again.

This became his rhythm.

Back and forth.

From her to me.

From her soaking warmth to my eager, hungry mouth.

He used us both, alternating with ruthless precision, fucking her, then feeding me the result. Each time he pulled from her, I tasted more of her pleasure.

And each time he returned to me, I moaned louder, more desperately, taking him deeper.

Fabian’s control was perfect, calculated and deliberate.

“You’re both my toys,” he growled, breath ragged. “One to fuck, one to feed. And neither of you gets what you want until I say.”

I whimpered around him, Stephanie crying out above me, both of us caught in the same loop of need and surrender.

We were his, used, shared, denied.

And we loved it.

As Fabian continued his relentless rhythm, fucking Stephanie, then feeding me his cock coated in her arousal, I felt myself sinking deeper into a haze of desperate need.

My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation, and yet I was trapped, unable to find release without their permission.

Stephanie's hips rolled above me, her pussy hovering just out of reach, her arousal dripping down onto my face. I could smell her,, but I couldn't touch her. Not yet.

"Please," I whimpered, my voice hoarse and wrecked. "Please, let me taste her."

Fabian's eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable. "You want that, pet?" he growled, his voice low and taunting. "You want to eat her cunt while I fuck her?"

I nodded frantically, shameless, wrecked. "Yes, Sir. Please. I need it so badly."

A cruel smirk curved his lips. "Beg for it."

I obeyed instantly. "Please, Sir. Please let me taste her. I'll do anything. Anything."

He paused for a moment, considering, then nodded sharply. "Stephanie, give her what she wants."

Stephanie's eyes were dark with lust as she lowered herself onto my face, her pussy pressing against my mouth. I moaned at the contact, my tongue sliding out to taste her, to lick her, to worship her.

She was sweet and salty, musky and hot, and I couldn't get enough. I licked and sucked at her clit, my tongue delving inside her, lapping up every drop of her arousal.

Above me, Fabian began to fuck her in earnest, his hips slamming into her with ruthless force.

Each thrust drove her pussy harder against my mouth, and I moaned at the sensation, my tongue working frantically to keep up.

Stephanie's hands gripped the swing for balance, her hips rolling in time with Fabian's thrusts. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, her voice tight with pleasure.

"Use me, both of you. Make me your toy."

I whimpered against her pussy, my tongue lashing at her clit, my hips bucking helplessly in the swing.

I could feel my own orgasm building again, my body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.

But I knew I couldn't come. Not yet. Not until they allowed it……

Final part coming soon……………..