Kyle is in a nasty mood, and shows her frustration at Erik's new playmate.
Contains fetish, voyeur, lesbian and mild bondage.
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Maya looked to me for guidance after Kyle had snapped at her for a second time. I looked back at her placidly and continued eating, while Maya's nervousness grew.
Kyle had returned from a week-long modeling shoot - her career having become even more lucrative when she had blossomed into a full-figured woman, and had been able to cash in just when that niche took off in popularity - and was clearly in no mood for fun and games, at least not in the way Maya was used to.
Part of this display of anger was for show, I'm sure. Part of it was also real, as Kyle was prone to get cranky after tough shoots, and was not likely that pleased to hear what I had to tell her either.
I had related to Kyle on the phone the story of Steve coming over, and while she seemed to be titillated by the retelling, I'm sure that part of her was seething that Maya was getting nailed by not only me, but he ex-boyfriend as well, and when Kyle got upset - well, it didn't bode well for Maya.
Kyle seemed to enjoy me telling her about how Maya had gotten DP'd and generally fucked in every way possible by the two of us. Kyle was not adverse to some sexual adventures of her own from time to time without me, and our relationship was open enough so that we were able to explore and still continue as that kind of a couple.
We had just finished dessert, and I was looking forward to the three of us getting reacquainted, when Kyle really lit into Maya. They were loading the dishwasher or something like that, when Kyle started in on Maya.
"So while I was away, your cunt really got a workout, from what I hear," Kyle snapped, and the harshness of her words and tone took Maya aback.
"I - I did as Sir asked," Maya stammered, looking again to me for help and getting none.
"Not bad enough you're fucking my man, but now you're going after my old castoffs as well?"
"Steve? He was...?"
"Didn't know that, I suppose?"
"No," Maya said softly. "I didn't know anything about Steve. Sir just explained that he wanted the three of us to be together."
"You ever make a decision of your own?" Kyle retorted. "Or do you just fuck anything with a pulse?"
"I - I - I only wanted to make Sir happy," Maya answered. "I did not mean to upset you, Kyle. I like you very much and want to be your friend."
"Want to be my friend?" Kyle barked, sticking her finger into Maya's breastbone. "Why don't you give your pussy a break for awhile so I don't smell it on Erik's breath every time he comes near me?"
"Kyle is mad at me," Maya said to me, after Kyle had stormed off.
"Follow me," I said, and led Maya downstairs to our play room.
"Kyle said...," Maya said as I closed the door and started undressing her.
"What difference does that make?"
"But she will be mad."
"Would you rather have her mad or me mad?" I asked.
"I don't want anybody mad."
"She'll get over it," I assured Maya as I removed the last of her clothes and had her undress me. "Just repeat after me - I don't care what Kyle thinks or says. You only do what I tell you to."
"I do not care what Kyle thinks or says," Maya repeated dutifully. "I only do what Sir asks of me."
I picked Maya up and turned her upside down, the petite brown body as light as a feather to me. I held her that way, with her pussy in my face, and felt Maya reaching for my cock, pulling it up into her mouth as we stood next to the bed. Burying my face in her musky jungle, I lapped at her clitoris while she sucked on my surging cock. It was then that I saw the lights get a little brighter and sensed Kyle's presence in the room.
I moved us over to the bed, where I deposited Maya and crawled in myself. I got onto my back in the center of the bed and pulled Maya on top of me. She grabbed my cock and put me inside of her, gingerly easing down onto my thick shaft.
"Ooh," Maya moaned. "I like it very much when you let me get on top of you, even though you penetrate me so deeply like this that I feel you are breaking me in two."
"Isn't that nice?" Kyle said in a mocking tone.
Maya was startled at hearing Kyle's voice as she emerged from the shadows, and even more shocked at the way that Kyle was dressed. Wearing a black leather corset that revealed far more than it concealed, she was an impressive sight, as the garment thrust her gigantic tits out even more so than normal, and the blond amazon was an intimidating sight indeed.
"Hello Kyle," Maya said, still impaled on my stiff cock. "You look very attractive."
Maya must have misread the smile on Kyle's face, and when Kyle climbed onto the bed behind her and put her hands on Maya's shoulders. she fell back into Kyle. Kyle slid her hands down Maya's furry arms and grabbed her wrists, swinging the right one upward and slipping it into the padded handcuff that was attached to the beam above the bed.
Not a bad job of positioning us, I thought to myself as Kyle pulled up Maya's other wrist and snapped the cuff on that one as well. Maya had asked why those cuffs were there on the first night she was in this bed, and now she knew, and had a look of concern on her face.
Maya's arms were stretched to the limit, the slender limbs straining, revealing every muscle and vein. Because she was so tiny, she was now half off of my cock and was struggling to get into a crouching position, as being on her knees was torturing her shoulders.
"How's that feel?" Kyle asked, as I worked my cock around Maya's pussy by hand.
"It hurts - my shoulders," Maya said.
"Tough shit," Kyle said. "I just told you that I wanted you to give that pussy a break for a while, and then a half hour later I come down here and you're climbing all over his cock again."
"Sir wanted," Maya began, but as she spoke, Kyle had come off the bed and had already began to swing her arm, and I could hear the whistling of the crop a second before it landed on Maya's bare back.
"Ay!" Maya yelled out as the strands of the whip smacked into Maya's skin.
As switches go, the one Kyle was using was a rather tame model that was designed more for effect than for damage, as the whooshing sound betrayed the absence of real force caused by the perforated cords. It stung rather than lashed, and the end result of a real beating with it visually would result in faint red marks at best. Small consolation to Maya, who seemed in shock from feeling the sting.
"How did that feel?" Kyle asked, and then repeated he blow across Maya's back.
"It hurts," Maya said simply, and looked for me for advice, but I only wiggled my dick inside her and watched.
The loveliness of Maya's arms was never more evident as I gazed at her bronze biceps bulging as she attempted to hold herself up higher, so as not to feel my cock plunge too deeply into her.
Maya's skin was already beginning to glisten, as her propensity to sweat was beginning to become obvious. A tiny droplet of sweat had just emerged from her left armpit, and had begun to take a tantalizingly slow trip down her side. The wild jungles of hair under her arms were already sparkling as well, promising more such erotic sights to come.
"It's supposed to hurt, you little slut!" Kyle barked, reaching around Maya to grab her left nipple and pulling on it.
Maya's over-sized nipples had been a source of great pleasure for us both, and we had both enjoyed abusing them gently, which seemed to please Maya as well. Having told us of her father's friend, and his way of stringing Maya up and torturing her breasts, this must have seemed like a bit of nostalgia for Maya.
Kyle had the thick peg between her thumb and forefinger and as she pulled on the nipple, her small and doughty teat stretched out with it. This time, Kyle kept pulling and twisting as she pulled, and Maya cried out with pain as the breast was pulled out beyond recognition, before Kyle mercifully let go.
"What is it about you that gets all these guys so excited?" Kyle mused as she came around and surveyed the front of Maya. "Then you have the nerve to drag Erik down here and fuck him - exactly what I told you NOT to do."
"He - he - he wanted me," Maya stammered.
"Didn't you tell him that I said no?"
"Yes, but he wanted me."
"Maya also said she didn't care what you said or thought, and that only what I wanted mattered," I interjected, pulling my cock out of Maya's furry grotto and rubbing the crown into her clit.
"You said that, you pig?" Kyle raged.
"But I - Sir - he said to repeat what he said," Maya sputtered, looking at me while the crop whistled once more, and then again and again.
"Please Kyle," Maya whimpered. "It hurts."
"What hurts, you baby?" Kyle asked.
