Her Challenge

When she was at his feet, she lowered her mouth and kissed each as she would her Master’s. The woman smiled at her husband. Then with a pull of the lead upward and the parting of the man’s thighs, the pet sought out the man’s erect cock. Not having been given permission to use her hands she diligently worked her lips and tongue to extract the head of his cock from its foreskin. Suckling and tonguing the tip as she pulled it from its sheath she bobbed her head over him. The woman stood back watching her red nails toying with her nipple as she watched the look darken in her husband’s eyes. This one was skillful; very few could pull that look out of him. The look that said he was going to enjoy himself until he could barely stand. He wasn’t going to cum easily for the skillful mouth of this one but make her work for her reward.

She watched as he grabbed a handful of hair and shoved the mouth down over his cock, forcing her to take it all in one fluid motion down into her throat. To both their pleasure the brunette didn’t resist just shifted her body to assist him to guide her motions better. After a few moments of him pumping her head up and down his shaft, he released his grip and allowed her to ease up on his cock. Shorter strokes her tongue working over the head and shaft instead of molded to the bottom of her mouth. She suckled and teased and he stroked her hair. She was pleasing him. But he wasn’t ready to cum not for a long time yet and somehow she knew what he wanted and varied her actions to prolong his pleasure.

Watching the action the woman was thoroughly aroused. She leaned over and kissed her husband as this pet attended to his manhood. The passionate kiss lasted as his hand found her silkened folds wet with her own dewy nectar. He knew she needed to feel the skillful tongue of this courtesan. Tugging back on her collar she sank to her haunches, knees open hands resting on her knees, head bowed and awaited further instruction. His wife sensing his lap was open placed a leg on each side and lowered herself onto the pole springing up there. Her liquid motion having her melt onto him as her muscles closed around him, the rocking motions of her hips riding him her clit being teased by the springy hair above his cock as she ground against him. His hands reached up and kneaded her breasts as she rode him. He sensed her burning need to feel him inside her and pushed his hips up to meet her bouncing gyrations.

When her climax hit it was all he could do to hold his own from her clenching milking cunt. But he wasn’t ready to spill his first seed of the night. When she had calmed from riding him he eased her off his lap and tugged the collar so that the woman would return to her prior administrations to him. Now savoring the creamy wetness his wife had left coating him. He felt her lapping tongue, her greedy suckle and let himself go, drowning her in spurts of his own jism. Pleased when she suckled and didn’t waste a drop,

Rewarded for her efforts she swallowed and sucked the hot juice from his pumping shaft. Her eyes closed a look of bliss on her face as she savored the flavors of the two’s prior union. It had been a long time since she had been blessed to serve both a Master and a mistress. She received her reward for her wait tonight; these two were prizes among all.

In her attention to his she had been able to block the tingling of the balls rubbing together buried in her womb. Now without the distraction the sensation hit her full. Her own pleasure or striving for it showed in her face and in the motions of her hips as she made the balls move more and more. The woman seeing her actions yanked hard on the lead, returning her to her senses. This wasn’t about her pleasure, if she was allowed to find it all well and fine but she was here for them.

She calmed herself and heeled to the woman’s side, crawling to the table the wife had so thoughtfully eyed on their arrival. With a tug of the lead she knew she was to mount the table and assume her position upon her back. She laid down wiggling her ass to the end of the table just as she would the one in her gynecologist office. Then lifting each foot and placing them in the stirrups she spread herself wide for inspection. Her heels bent almost into her thighs her legs were doubled and her knees spread outward. The smell of her own arousal wafted up to her nose. She knew she must be dripping by now and the thought of them seeing her all but gushing cunt made her all the more aroused.

There wouldn’t be a need to restrain her she knew. This one was trained well and when placed she wouldn’t move without permission, so rather than waste time tying and binding her that another time she might savor, she simply extended the brunette’s arms above her head, she knew to leave them there. Her breasts enticed the wife again and she leaned to suckle and nurse but only for a moment. With a nod to her husband he wheeled the tray over holding the electric breast pump, they had adapted it to service both at once and he slipped the first milking cup over the free nipple as his wife enjoyed her last suck. The other free he slid the cup onto it as well and set the machine on its lowest setting. She couldn’t help but moan at the gentle tugging at both nipples and the caress of the wife’s hand down her gaping slot.

He went to the head of the table and slowly lowered it, her mouth now level with his cock and her cunt rose in the air. He traced his semi flaccid member over her lips and she tried to lick it with her tongue. He skillfully kept it out of reach, just wanting to tease her. She felt the fingers of the wife opening the folds of her inner and outer labia, tracing paths around her open slit always avoiding her growing clit. She knew the contractions of her cunt were visible as her muscles worked the balls inside her. Almost in unison they found the familiar marks that would tell them where her excellent training had been obtained. The wife’s hands smoothed over her hips she felt the raised circle the size of a dime, just as his fingers felt the one on the nape of her neck as he adjusted the angle of her head to suit him better. Both examined the raised markings first by touch then with inquisitive looks, it was an unmistakable symbol placed in the exact spots, the ying and the yang with an all seeing eye.

Their looks crossed as he nodded for her to continue while he excused himself. Something was amiss here. This had to be the woman that had captured and reigned in his ever wandering brother’s heart, his brother not of blood but of choice. They had spoken not a week ago and he had sensed the change within his brother, the calmness that claimed his never ceasing restlessness. It was then that the brother confessed to the buxom brunette that had captured not only his passion but his heart and soul. Ever leery though he told his brother she had one more challenge before he would ask her to become his mate for life. She would have to prove to him her commitment to him unknowingly. Thus he had set up the challenge he knew she would fail to put her into the circumstances to test not only her loyalty but her love.

How things had gotten out of his control was ironic and how she ended up in his brother’s house was his fortune. Maybe the gods had sought to punish him for testing her but in their mercy knew the emptiness turning her out would leave him gave him a reprieve. When the phone rang he almost didn’t answer it, then in fear she might be in trouble, lifted the receiver to his ear. His palm met his forehead when he heard his brother’s familiar voice on the other end. The car… the red dragon symbol on the bumper…. It all came together. He had a nagging feeling when he saw the Mercedes but it wouldn’t connect. Something was familiar but not anything that he could settle on. Now he knew, he hadn’t seen his brother’s new car but his crest, he should have known. But why would his brother cruise that neighborhood and why would she have gotten in so quickly with him?

A quick exchange of niceties and they both started out at once, one asking why he had turned her out and the other if he had her with him now. He almost wanted it to be someone else. His brother was charming, some would say irresistible in ways. If she was with him certainly she would have succumb to the desire to be bedded by him. It was clear they weren’t going to be able to discuss and resolve what mattered by a mere phone call and thus he was on his way to his brother’s home. Thoughts of his brother poised between her loins twisting within him. The desire to strangle both of them was strong, the two closest to his heart, the only two capable of wounding him so deeply.

During the conversation, the wife continued her ministrations to the prone woman. The caresses to her thighs and hips and then the powerful Hitachi touched to her swollen clit as she twisted the knob on the milking machine to medium, had the woman raising her hips off the table in response as her body convulsed in spasms as her climax was released. Over and over the woman forced her over the top, she knew if this woman belonged to her brother in law she was not accustom to cumming only once. For the next twenty minutes of his drive over she alternated between lapping the lady’s juices that flowed freely and continuously from her and touching the magic Hitachi to her clit.

When he walked thru the door heard her moans and cries as she came. Angered he stormed the room ready to pull his brother from between her thighs. He stopped short in his tracks seeing his sister in law poised between her thighs face covered with his woman’s familiar honey. Grateful his brother wasn’t in the room and his woman was lost in her orgasm he backed out quietly only to see his brother standing in the hall shaking his head with a knowing smile on his face. He’d suspected but now it was confirmed his brother was in love with this woman.

They made themselves comfortable in the den while his brother spilled the story about the challenge he set her up for and the task he had set before her. He shook his head realizing that his brother was the first to speak to her when she left the car. No wonder she had gotten in. It did however throw a rock in the wheel of his plan. He planned to watch her, come to her aid if needed, but to see just how far she would carry his instructions. When it came down to it what would win her desire to follow his direction to allow the stranger she picked up to do anything he wanted to her or his relentless telling her that her cunt and ass were his and his alone.

His brother then recounted cruising looking for the right hooker to bring home to his horny lusty wife. The delight in finding a slut walking across the street that had the class the no common street whore had. He complimented his brother on his excellent taste and in his superb training as usual. And then chastised him for needing to test the woman before finding her worthy as a future wife, but he also knew his brother’s history of trusting the wrong type of woman and the scars that it had caused on his heart.

Between the two of them they agreed to continue with his brother’s test, this time even more controlled than the one his brother had set up. He opened the screen between the one way glass of the playroom and the den and allowed his brother to view as his wife was suspending his girl by her wrists to the chain hanging from the ceiling. He went back to the playroom and took his familiar seat as he watched his wife caress the suspended woman.

The flush on the hanging lady reflected her recent activity, her multiple orgasms resulting in her coloring and her shallow breathing. When his wife glanced at him questioning his absence he dismissed her question and she continued. She released the clasp holding the woman’s bra and watched it fall just as the skirt slid down her hips to puddle on the floor after she unzipped it. She walked to the pegged wall again and this time selected a thin reed cane. She swished it through the air as she walked back to and around the woman. The first strike landed across her breasts. The nipples were elongated from the ever drawing sucking of the breast pump that had just been removed. In the den he was take in seeing his lovely vixen strung up nipples erect and pointed more than ever and the black leather clad woman circling her with the cane. As the wood landed on his pet he flinched more than she did. His emotions battled, the heat that surged thru him making his cock rock hard while the concern for his pet even though he knew unwarranted tugged at him. He knew he need not be concerned because his sister in law at his tutelage was a very careful dominatrix, she would never do harm nor damage but could inflict exquisite pain.

He watched as her body absorbed ten more lashings from the cane and then as his sister in-law released her and clung to his pet’s body as they exchanged one of the passionate kisses he knew her for. His sister in laws thigh coming between his pet’s as his pet rubbed herself against it, being the brazen slut he cherished her for. Never witnessing her with another woman it was erotic to watch her with his beautiful sister in law. It was then his brother in law walked to the two of them leading her to a small beam on the floor with a dildo sticking up from the middle, as she squatted on the dildo, fucking her sopping cunt with it his brother maneuvered his wife in front of his pet’s open mouth. He watched as his brother supported his wife's body as his pet’s tongue drove her to frenzy as she mounted the substitute cock beneath her. Every stroke drove the benwa balls deeper into her and she was in her own rapture as his sister in law squirted over her face, she lapped at the cumming cream, moaning and whimpering as she herself came once again.

It was time for the test. Pulling on her lead he lead her to a waist high pummel bench, leaning her forward he spread her cheeks, as she felt his cock rubbing against her cheeks her coloring faded, her moisture stopped seeping and she battled in her mind. This was what he had told her to submit to anything she was told, but deeper in her a voice screamed no. She squirmed first a little then moving her hips as if to say no. His brother’s hand smacked her ass telling her to still herself and to make ready for him. It was then she pulled back and the tears streamed her cheeks, in a rush she babbled her apologies and offered his brother her mouth to satisfy his need.

He yanked the lead and threw her back against the pummel horse. She fought back turning to scratch him down his chest, it was then the door opened and the man she loved walked in. Her eyes did not leave him as she sunk to the floor. Her kneeling he approached, she kissed His feet and waited. Would He be displeased she hadn’t been able to follow through with His command. When He pulled her to her feet and into His arms she had her answer and so did his brother. Now trying to explain to a confused wife what was happening in their playroom. She was more than a little pleased that this sweet tasting treat was to be her new sister in law, making the man she adored second most, happy and satisfied and hopefully would be her on going playmate for a very long time.