Chloe and I were cuffed together at our wrists and ankles. Miss Robin was flogging us harshly. She teased my cock until it was hard and guided me into Chloe's pussy before tying us together, so I was buried deep inside her. As she beat us our reactions drove us in ways that created pleasurable friction as though we were fucking.
I had to admit it was a remarkably creative concept. She chuckled at our plight as her strokes varied by location and created a myriad of angles for our genitals to interact.
When she administered heavy thuds to my upper thighs it caused me to drive forcefully into Chloe's hot wet pussy. When she lashed stinging bites with the tips of the tresses to one and the other of Chloe's luscious buttocks it drove her to swing her hips side to side.
The scene got even hotter when Miss Robin grabbed a second flogger to utilize in new even more creative ways, making us dance like obscene puppets under her direction.
Grace was posed sitting cross legged on the bed serving as audience to Miss Robin's choreography. She bore a clover clamp on each nipple and was impaled by a large butt plug lubed with icy hot and a huge vibrating dildo held in her pussy by a leather strap. Drool streamed from the corners of her mouth that strained around the penis gag that was held in her mouth with more straps buckled behind her head. The saliva ran in little rivulets down her chin and over her amazing tits, then down her belly and onto her mound.
The complexity of Miss Robin's twisted scene was delicious, like a gourmet meal of wicked BDSM delicacies. The predatory look in her flashing blue eyes with flared nostrils framed by her fiery red curls was incredibly sexy.
She tried to spin the flogger vertically, so she beat my ass to drive me upward pounding into Chloe while spinning hers down to push her onto my thrust. It had the desired effect of forcing intense contact at the convergence of our sexes.
It was working perfectly. I could feel myself building up to cum and Chloe's deep breaths and contracting muscles clamping onto my cock were sure signs that Robin was driving us both rapidly to orgasms.
"That's it, sluts, I want you to cum for me."
She ratcheted up the power of her lashes driving our bruised pelvises even harder together. I felt my balls tightening, preparing to fire and Chloe moaned, clenching her cunt tighter around me as I drove deep into her. We came practically in unison crying out together at the violent explosion we'd been driven to.
Miss Robin unbuckled the straps holding the gag in Grace's mouth, had her lie face up on the bed and squatted over her.
"Make sure you keep the dildo and plug inside you while you worship me, Grace. The consequences will be severe if you let them slip out."
"Yes, Miss Robin."
She swapped the flogger for a wicked looking riding crop that sported a wide popper. She used it gently to stroke Grace's labia as she settled hers onto her slave's lovely mouth. Grace dug in greedily to the tasty delicacy. Miss Robin responded immediately to the mouth devouring her from below.
Chloe and I, still tied together as my cock deflated and slipped from her pussy, watched as Miss Robin ground her pussy onto Grace's mouth and used the crop to smack her pussy and tits. It seemed to have the desired effect, at least it certainly didn't dissuade Grace's eagerness.
Miss Robin used the crop steadily with her right hand and groped her magnificent tits with her left. Chloe rocked her hips to rub her huge clit against me. The frottage was working her up again. My wonderful, insatiable Chloe was pretty much always horny and the show on the bed had revved her engine. I wasn't oblivious to the scene and the insistent pressure of her clit was defying nature to begin rekindling my cock.
The room reeked of sex, specifically the wonderful aroma of fully aroused women. That was helping my resuscitation no end. It's my favorite scent. I've never understood why women need any perfume that always pales by comparison with their natural one.
Unsurprisingly Grace had Miss Robin worked up to fever pitch quickly. Grace's oral skills were astounding, and all evidence has taught me during our acquaintance that she was equally skilled with women as with men. Miss Robin came extravagantly, crying out her joy as she rocked her hips to work maximum pleasure from the mouth beneath her.
Rather than losing interest when Robin came so elaborately Chloe rubbed her clit against me until she joined the fun, bucking and arching her back to exaggerate her passion. Chloe's enthusiasm for sex was a constant delight for me and this time was no exception. Her sweet nectar trickled from her folds and ran down our thighs.
