Bondage and Discipline Times Three

The threesome rendezvous I’m booked in for finds me ascending the staircase at Gold Coast Brothels’, Le Penthouse Suite, headed for the room at the end of the hallway. The couple that follow me appear clean-cut, mild-mannered and sweet, but appearances are always deceiving.

They specifically requested my services here at the Gold Coast’s premiere bordello Lepenthouse Suite. And myself, Angelina, as a high-class escort whose athletically slender figure, long golden hair and startling green eyes give a beach babe look that hides a wicked and dark side, am ready to accommodate most requests.

The couple are in their mid-twenties, and said they always wanted to try a threesome and since it was the male’s birthday, his partner agreed to the coming menage-a-trois. Steve and Rhonda are the couple’s names, and they are both smiling, ogling my body in the blue lace lingerie ensemble I’m wearing. They’re both looking lasciviously at the swell of my ass cheeks, nearly fully exposed in the tiny transparent G-string I’m wearing. I can see the appreciation in their faces in the reflection from the mirrored walls. We walk along the hallway, me leading the way, Steve and Rhonda close behind me, close enough to touch.

Steve and Rhonda have also requested some light bondage and discipline, and as I’m now riding Steve’s thick erection cowgirl style, looking at his blonde angular face, and grinding my undulating hips and pussy hard onto his shaft, Rhonda is sitting on Steve’s face with her back to me, and her partner’s growling her pussy, like he is a ravenous beast feasting on its meal for the night.

As he sucks and licks and nibbles her pussy, I pick up the soft leather, 5 tail whip that rests beside us on the bed, and I whip Rhonda hard enough so that she whimpers and yelps when the leather straps a red mark across her back. Steve is oblivious to the whip even as I whip him so hard that the red marks turn in to welts. So, now I’m reaching around under my tight pussy and grabbing his full and heavy balls while he pounds me upwards from underneath. I’m squeezing his balls hard enough to elicit grunts and profanities and I know I’m hurting him.

Occasionally I reach around Rhonda’s reddened back and pinch her erect nipples and she squeaks each time I do this. Our menage-a-trois, our three-backed sex machine is reflected in the mirrored ceiling above, and as I feel Steve’s upthrusts begin to crescendo, becoming more rapid and urgent, I arch my back and neck and groan into the ceiling mirror. I can see the pleasure in my face, and the top of Rhonda’s head as she pushes her pussy down hard onto her partner’s face. I’m moving towards mind-blowing orgasm, so I whip Rhonda a little harder and faster, and I squeeze Steve’s balls harder, and in response he thrusts three short, sharp and hard punctuating thrusts up into my pussy and I orgasm, a flood of bliss radiating out from my sex.

I feel Steve’s throbbing erection stiffen like blue steel as he climaxes; and he must be biting Rhonda’s clit because she wails into the ceiling mirror and shudders as she also reaches an explosive orgasm.

We rest for only a few seconds, because a shower for three is on the menu next …

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