I caught his eye over Tara's shoulder. He was standing near the bar, drink in hand, leaning against a pillar. His dark eyes were locked on Tara and I as we danced, the primal beat of the heavy rock driving our bodies. Ignoring him, I transferred my gaze back to Tara. Her long, dark hair swung about her face, barely inches from me, as she moved, lost in the rhythm. She glanced up at me and gave one of her pulse-quickening, wicked smiles. After faltering momentarily, my hips found the beat once more, and I moved in time with her, our bodies mere inches from each other, scantily-clad breasts almost brushing together. I grasped her hips with my hands, and, as we danced, I looked back at the man by the bar.
His eyes met mine with such intensity that it sent a small shock through me. I let a slow, alluring smile steal across my face, and slid my hands around to clasp Tara's buttocks. His eyes flicked down to her pert arse, before he glanced back up at me. Pulling her to me, I kissed her eager, uplifted lips. I let my tongue explore her sweet, familiar mouth. She clung to me, already turned on - as was I - by the music and dancing. Opening my eyes, I watched him watch us kissing.
Breaking off the kiss, I led her over towards the bar. We threaded our way through the press of dancers, locked together, my hand resting on her backside and hers in the small of my back. I think she noticed him then, too, because there was no moment of confusion, of misdirection, when I steered her towards him.
We stood very close to him, partly to be heard above the music. He was flushed, his eyes dark.
"Like what you saw?" I asked, leaning in towards him. Tara stood beside me, smiling knowingly, our arms still round each other.
He grinned, only a little embarrassed. "I did. You two are hot."
I turned to Tara. "What do you think?"
She looked him up and down, very deliberately. "He's pretty hot, too. Why not?"
I looked back at him. "I'm Ellen. This is my girl, Tara."
"I'm Jason."
"Well, Jason, here's the deal. If you come home with us, the following rules apply. In our house, I am in charge. Tara is submissive to me. You will be submissive to both of us. You will adress me as Ma'am. You will follow our every command. Is that clear?"
His eyes widened slightly as I spoke, but his smile didn't fade. If anything, it grew broader. "Clear as day. Ma'am."
Releasing Tara, I stepped so close to him that I could feel the warmth of his body, and covered his groin with my hand. I could feel his hardness waiting, confined but eager beneath his clothing. "In return, Jason, we'll fuck you as you've never been fucked before. Do we have a deal?"
His face was suddenly dead serious. "Definitely."
"Right." I stepped back, and wrapped my arm possessively around Tara once more. "Let's go."
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I let out a long, dramatic moan that was entirely genuine. I lay on Tara's and my king-sized bed, head hanging over the side, while Tara's skilled tongue teased and tantalized my pussy. I had a splendid upside-down view of Jason, who sat, panting and nude, in the large armchair across the room. His ankles were cuffed and attached to the feet of the chair. I had buckled cuffs around his wrists, and clipped them to the ends of a chain that ran beneath the chair, meaning that he could only rest his hands on the arms of the chair, with very little movement in each direction. His eyes had not left Tara and I since we began to undress each other, and his cock was hard and urgent.
Tara's tongue flicked my clit, causing me to moan once more. I reached down and tousled my hand in her soft hair. I felt the dextrous tip of her tongue part my cunt lips, then venture between them. I closed my eyes, shutting out Jason and all other distractions, and gave myself over to her skillful ministrations. Her tongue swirled across my labia, dipping inside and lapping outside. Her warm hands on my thighs held my legs apart, giving her room to work. Her tongue slid further, penetrating my inner warmth. My hips bucked up towards her face, my hands clutching her hair, the bedspread. I came with a great shudder, feeling the strong walls of my pussy spasm around her probing tongue.
She sat back on her heels, and I opened my eyes and raised my head, meeting her satisfied, aroused gaze. I rolled over slowly, luxiurating in the post-orgasmic tingle that ran through my body. Rolling onto my front, I propped my head up on my hands and smiled at Jason. "How are you doing?"
He swallowed and moistened his lips with his tongue. "So fucking turned on it's unbelievable, Ma'am."
"I think it's your turn for a little...stimulation."
His panting breath came a little harder at my words. "Oh, please."
"Tara?"
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Suck his cock."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Head bowed demurely, she slid off the bed and crawled towards him on her hands and knees. The sight of her pert little arse made my pussy begin to waken once more. He watched her approach hungrily. She knelt between his spread legs and took the head of his engorged cock into her sweet mouth. He threw back his head with a groan of pleasure.
"Are you still listening, Jason?"
"Yes...Ma'am," he replied between ragged breaths.
"You are not permitted to come. If you come, you will leave."
"Yes, Ma'am."
He opened his eyes again, clenching his restrained fists in an effort to calm himself down. Tara, eyes closed in pleasure and concentration, slid further down, taking more of his cock into her mouth. I watched with pleasure, suddenly aware of the satin sheets caressing my breasts and the cool air of the room on my skin. Tara's head began to bob up and down, slowly at first. She sucked Jason's cock with great concentration, giving every inch of it her full, exquisite attention. Her hair fell around her face, but she did not brush it away, preferring to use her hands to stroke his thighs and cup his balls.
I got up and walked over to them. Stroking her bobbing head, I caught up her hair and held it back from her face, partly to help her, but also to afford myself a better view. I watched, mesmerised, as Jason's cock magically appeared and disappeared from between her lips. He was panting, moaning as he tried, awkwardly, to thrust into her mouth. She gave little mews of pleasure around her delicious mouthful.
The temptation was too much. I knelt beside her and added my own mouth to the banquet, using my tongue to tease every exposed inch of Jason's cock as it slid in and out of Tara's mouth. He was moaning almost continuously, a raw, needy sound.
