Sarahs Sense Of Scents Ch 05

As with each chapter of this series, I want to give a special thank you to my muse, my inspiration, my co-collaborator, Aruna! She is the source of the spark (and the special twist) This will be a series, and hopefully the moderators help me get that set up right.

There are various elements to this: Fetish, Lesbian, Erotic Couplings, a little BDSM, etc., however I think unquestionably it is first and foremost a Fetish story. I hope you enjoy, and I welcome constructive criticism.

Chapter 5

It's a bit ironic that the cocks that are the hardest to accommodate are also the ones that create a hunger to do exactly that. Mario's had been a beautiful cock, and I loved to pleasure him, though I always had to work up to it, and it took a long time before I could do so without gagging.

Matt, on the other hand, was the easiest to please. I called it a hot dog earlier; that was no coincidence. One day, after a disappointing (for me) bit of Saturday morning sex, where a "wake up & fuck me" blowjob had ended in his sudden eruption, I went off to the grocery store to pick up some things for a little get together at the condo pool area later. As I perused the hot do selection, I picked up a package of wieners. I realized that what I was holding was a 10-pack of replicas of the penis that had just disappointed me that morning.

I'm pretty sure that, to this day, some of the Publix employees still talk about the "crazy laughing lady" in the hot dogs area.

From that day on, I realized that, if I was going to be with Matt, it meant...settling. Settling for less excitement, less passion, less fun and less...weiner. Matt wasn't stimulating in any way. Instead he was...easy. Easy to please, easy to influence and easy to accommodate. No stretching involved, not metaphorically or physically.

But this...this big, brown cock was...more. So much more.

More masculine. More virile. More girth. More length. More intimidating. More enticing. More delicious. More girth.

Wait; did I say girth twice? I did, didn't I?

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Part of me wanted to launch myself forward onto him, trying to encompass this big club of a cock. I wanted to please it, I wanted to taste it. I wanted to conquer it, almost, to make him feel pleasure in my mouth and throat like he had never felt before. I wanted him to find such intense pleasure in me that he would never want to let go of me. I didn't want to supplant Kareena, I just wanted to make sure that, having found this treasure, I never lost access to it again.

Behind me, Kareena, her left hand now pulling and twisting slightly on my nipple, whispered into my ear.

"Isn't it magnificent? It just draws you in, doesn't it? Makes you want to just devour it. I really hit the jackpot with this one. Take your time, Sarah. Don't just rush into it. Love Daddy's cock. Make love to it with your mouth. Give yourself to him, to his cock. Trust me, it will be worth it. Wait until you taste the sweet cum these produce," she said, cupping his big balls. They were still loose, so I knew I still had work to do.

I took her advice, slowly bringing every little trick I knew into play. The tip of my tongue probing just inside the big slit at the end. Licking his balls, though I couldn't begin to take even one in my mouth. Spitting on the swollen head. Gently, every so lightly brushing my teeth along the head (this did draw a hiss from him). Pumping with my hand, then both, as my head bobbed vigorously on what I could take in. I gave him my all.

Meanwhile, Kareena had swapped hands on my breasts, and her left was now working her way down my belly towards my hot, swampy pussy. I had forgotten that I still had my panties on, and when she slid her fingers inside of them, I could feel the wet material wetly cling to my gushing core. She slid her middle finger down over my swollen clit, between the wet lips of my pussy, and pushed into my hot hole. I almost came immediately, but she just held there, her middle and ring finger hooked inside of me, her palm over my clit, nothing giving me the stimulation I would need to cum.

"No, baby. You don't get to cum yet. You don't get to cum until you take care of Daddy," Kareena taunted me. She pinched my nipple a little harder as she said this. "Take care of Daddy, and I'll take care of you," she promised.

I whimpered at this, though it was mostly muffled by the 5 inches or so of thick man-meat stuffing my mouth. This amazing couple was playing me like a Stradivarius violin, my pleasure building to a crescendo that seemed to have no culmination in sight.

Desperately, I worked his cock, doing all I could do to entice him, to draw that precious seed from those big balls, so that I could be fed and so that I could earn my own release. Everything depended on pleasing him, on giving Daddy what he wanted.

The problem was, this was a man, not a boy, and he was a man with immense self control. I licked, sucked, kissed, probed, whimpered, whined and drooled all over his manhood, and he just smiled down at me. I was desperate with need, and my physical endurance was almost at an end, my jaw aching.

And then I figured out the secret. After a deep plunge where I got almost 6 inches of that big beast inside my mouth, I clamped my lips down on it and dragged slowly back, maintaining a tight lock on it. As I finally got to the tip, I made sure I made a loud popping sound as I released it. Then I looked up at this magnificent man.

"Please, please cum! Please cum in my mouth," I ran my tongue over the tip, "Daddy. I'm so hungry; please feed me, Daddy," I pleaded with him, then resumed my blowjob.

It served its purpose. Almost immediately, I saw the flash of desire in his eyes, immediately replacing the controlled amusement at my efforts. He put both of his hands on my head and began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I still couldn't take it all, but I wrapped both hands (it took both!) around the rest of his shaft and worked my tongue and lips the best I could as he began to fuck my face. I was trying hard not to gag as his cock hit the back of my throat.

He didn't talk, or at least he didn't use any words that I could identify. But in just a minute or so, he began grunting forcefully. Drawing yet again from my bag of tricks, I took one of my hands off of his shaft, the one at the base, and cupped and gently squeezed his balls. They were now higher, harder, tighter, and I knew he was close.

Kareena knew, too. WIthout question, she knew her man better than he probably even knew himself. Her left hand began to strum my sex, working up and down, sliding over my clit over and over, hooking into my wetness at the bottom, dragging my juices up along my slit and over my clit. Her right hand, relinquishing my breast, slid down to join the war effort, and soon she had three fingers of that hand working their way inside me while her left hand focused on my clit. She worked me cautiously closer to the edge.

"Take him, take his seed, Sarah. Take what Daddy's going to give you. ANd don't waste it; not a drop," she hissed. She then turned her attention to P. "Cum! Cum in her mouth, baby. Make her take it all. Cum!"

From that point, it was like being caught in an avalanche, everything coming at me at once from every direction. His balls, pulsing as they pumped their seed out. His cock, jerking in my mouth. His cum, sweet, hot, thick, filling my mouth. His roar, filling my ears. Kareena's hand, strumming fast circles over my clit, while the other hand pumped three long fingers in and out of me like they were drilling for oil. And my pussy, erupting my pleasure over her hand, my thighs, and the cushion beneath me.

I'm not sure how long our orgasms lasted. Was it a minute? Ten? An hour? I couldn't be sure. I was lost in the intensity of it all. My emotions were off the chart. Even as he was still spurting cum into my mouth, I was recognizing some unmistakable new realities.

First, it was really possible to fall in love with two people at once.

Second, I really, really wanted more of this.

Third, fuck "safe." I had never felt this alive before in my life. I was eager to find out what else this magical couple had in store for me. I liked Matt, and hoped that, somehow, I could get him to join me on this level of pleasure, though I knew it was doubtful. But either way, I was not going to give this up.

When I finally released P's slowly softening cock from my mouth, licking at one last strand that stretched between us, I looked up at him and smiled. I still had most of his essence in my mouth, and I looked up at him, opened wide, and showed him the gift he had given me.

P looked down at me and smiled. Then he did something that really sealed things for me. Gazing into my eyes, he nodded. I knew immediately what that meant. P, I mean, "Daddy," was giving me permission to swallow. I was so glad that I had decided to wait, to give him this view, or I would have missed getting his okay to swallow his load. I closed my mouth and swallowed deeply.

"Thank you, Daddy," rolled out of my mouth before I even thought about it.

From behind me, Kareena pulled my head around and immediately locked her lips on mine. Her tongue invaded me, and I knew she was savoring the taste of her husband combined with the taste of her new "sister." Our tongues battled, writhed together, sharing in the taste of our man's spunk.

The hurricane wasn't the only storm to stir things up here, I thought.

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Kareena's hand cupped my right breast, squeezing my nipple just the right amount to be pleasurably painful. I marveled at her knowledge of my body, and it gave credence to the idea that women know women's bodies better than men could ever hope to do. She certainly knew how to touch me just the right way at the right time, and how to use words to stir my lust with just a few mere words.

"Come here," she breathed hotly, standing and pulling me up, one hand supporting me from behind even as she maintained the grip on my swollen nipple. I rose with her, and she led me to another chaise lounge. She laid back on it, still pulling me to her, and our lips and tongue rejoined their battle as she reclined.

"I need...you...to...make me...cum," she breathed heavily, breaking her words up with kisses. "Now..." she ordered, her voice more desperate, more commanding, and with that her fingers released my nipple, her hand moving instead to my left shoulder, pushing down gently but firmly, an unmistakable signal for her wishes. I smiled at her, and for just a moment, I thought about teasing her, taunting her a bit about her need, but that thought immediately vanished. Kareena and I might both be submissive to P (how quickly I had embraced that role!), but there was no doubt that she was still my "top" in terms of our relationship. I had no desire to upset that trilateral balance.

"Yes...Mistress K," I said, before my lips became too occupied with worshipping her body to be distracted with speech. The title just rolled out of my mouth without thinking about it, but she didn't miss it.

"Mistress," she hissed, "Yes, I think I like that. When we're with P, we're sisters...Sister Sluts...," she mused. "But when it's just the two of us...Yeah, I like that. Mistress K."

She laid her head back as I reached her beautiful firm breasts. I kissed and sucked at the dark brown nipples, hard little rocks that stood straight out from her breasts, begging, no, commanding that I service them. I obliged, of course, kissing wetly, licking and flitting my tongue over them, then capturing each in my mouth and sucking firmly on each.

Kare-, I mean, Mistress K responded, pushing more of each breast into my mouth as I sucked on them, almost smothering me in her warm, soft flesh. She pulled my head from her right tit to her left, and held me there even longer than I had spent on the right. Her fingers had intertwined in my hair, a fact I discovered when she pulled my head off of her nipple, causing my lips to make a popping sound as suction was broken.

She leaned up, pulling my head to her, and kissed me deeply, biting my bottom lip as she broke the kiss, pulling at it just enough to show her control. She then pushed my head down, until my nose was sliding down along her belly. I had only a moment to swirl the tip of my tongue in her sexy navel before I was compelled further south.

I wasn't sure when Kareena had shed her panties, or if she even had them on before P had seduced me, but I found the path unimpeded as I passed the faint tan line where panties or a bikini would block the sun. I didn't know if it was natural skin pigmentation or that my new Mistress spent a lot of time sunbathing nude (of course, I'd find out the answer eventually), but there was only a slight difference in color until I reached the tidy, narrow delta of trimmed but silky black curls that pointed lewdly at her sex.

From this close, I couldn't help but take in the scent of her arousal...mixed with a heady musk of her natural body scent. It was a heady musk, and it stirred my arousal and relit the fires of my lust. I eagerly kissed and licked my way down, anointing a circle around her already visible clit with wet kisses but avoiding direct contact.

In order to line myself up where I could best serve my Mistress, and also to be able to settle in for a long session of worshipping at the altar of her pleasure, I had to make a couple of physical adjustments. Sliding off the end of the chaise lounge, I pulled the cushion I had knelt on before P and put it under my knees at the bottom of the lounge. Then reaching the other way, I pulled another cushion from the chair where Kareena sat at dinner. I Moved to put it under her bottom, and she assisted me by arching her hips up, lifting her bottom so I could boost her hips.

No sooner had her bottom settled onto the cushion and I descended on her. Using the thumbs of both hands, I gently separated the outer lips of her pussy, finding immediately that she was practically awash with her wanton lust. I leaned in, but before I extended my tongue, I pressed my nose in close, actually wetting the tip, and inhaled deeply.

I've never snorted cocaine, but the effect her scent had upon my desire seemed to resemble what I've seen people experience in the movies from using coke. My nostrils seemed to flare, keen to absorb as much of this narcotic as I could. If I'd have had any hesitation about what I was about to do (I didn't), it would have been vaporized at that moment.

I took my first lick, starting from the bottom of the left inner lip of her pussy, slowly traveling up its length, experiencing the first taste of this goddess's flavor. As I reached the top, I ever so lightly stroked it over her clit, drawing a gasp from her lips. Just as quickly, I was gone from her button, now tracing down the right side, slowly loving on her. As I reached the bottom again, I poked my tongue inside her, and was rewarded with a rich drink directly from her fountain.

Back and forth, up and down, round and round; I bathed every millimeter of my Mistress's pussy with my loving attention. I was rewarded with moans, groans, whimpers and curses, drawn from her lips, especially when I began to focus on her swollen clit. The fingers of my right hand, first one, then two, and finally three, pleasured her hole, first gently wiggling their way in, then exploring and thrusting in and out.

I had been so absorbed in pleasing Kareena that I had lost track of P. Honestly, I didn't even give him a thought. Well, not until I felt him behind me, placing his hands on my hips.

I realized that I posed a lewd picture: Naked, on my knees, face down between the svelte legs of his exotic, sexy wife, pleasuring her with fingers, lips and tongue, my naked bottom waving lewdly in the air, offering two defenseless holes for invasion.

My boss, his libido recharged by the sight of his two sluts in Sapphic pleasure (and boosted, I found out later, by two blue pills), decided to use his prerogative as Daddy and take advantage of my unintentional offering.

The first I knew of this was the presence of his hands on my hips. The second was the feel of the front of his powerful thighs pressing against the back of mine. The third indication of his intentions, and much more revealing, was the presence of pressure from the head of his thick cock, pressing against my opening.

I don't know what he used, but I would be grateful that he had thought to lubricate himself before he breached my portal. While I was still somewhat wet from the excitement of all the activities thus far, his imposing appendage would definitely be a struggle to accommodate in any event. Especially, I thought as he pressed forward, since all I had experienced lately was Matt's meager meat.

His invasion of my pussy was immediately overwhelming for me, and I cried out as he pushed slowly but insistently through my outer ring of muscle. Anguish and erotic delight pushed my breath from my lungs, and I momentarily abandoned my cunnilingual efforts, turning my face towards my Mistress's svelte thigh as her husband lodged a good 4 inches of his manhood in me before pausing.

I turned my face towards Kareena, somehow expecting mercy or understanding from her. She smiled down at me.

"Oh, you're feeling Daddy's cock now, aren't you, Pet?" she teased me. "Is it good, baby? Do you like that fat fucking cock?"

I could only answer in gasps, because while he wasn't pushing forward more, he was flexing his third leg inside of me. "So...so fucking...so big..." I mumbled, only barely managing coherent communication. "SO fucking...oh, fuck..." I trailed off

"Yes, I know. And I bet he hasn't even got half of it into you yet," she informed me. I couldn't imagine; how would I handle even more of this? A woman could die of pleasure like this!

"Now, slut," my Mistress commande my attention again, taking hold of my hair yet again, "get back down there and take care of your mistress's pussy!" With that, she pushed my face back down. I found her even wetter, spurred on I suppose by the sight of her husband taking their new pet from behind.

"Fuck her, baby; fuck her good. Give that sweet pussy the fucking she wants. Fuck her deep! Make her forget about that little boy dick she's got at home!" Kareena egged her husband on even as my tongue resumed its attention to her pussy.

His grip on my hips tightened, and P pulled me off of him a couple of inches, then he pushed again, burying even more of him in my clutching, gushing tunnel. I cried out into Kareena's pussy again, but then I closed my lips around her swollen bud and began to suck.

Even though I buried myself in the task of pleasing my new mistress, I could not divert my attention away from what was going on behind me. P thrust, retreated, thrust, retreated, each time gaining more ground. FInally, just when I thought there couldn't possibly be more cock on any man, I felt his hips slam into my ass, and I knew I had him all.

He paused there, but I think it was just to keep himself from cumming more than from any concern for my shock in taking in such a massive intruder. I've never felt so tight and so full in my life as I did with Daddy's huge member inside me. I honestly thought that one more cubic centimeter would have burst me wide open.

Slowly, he began to work his way in and out of me, full, long, stretching strokes that felt like they pulled me inside out on the retreat, then pushed my very soul out through my mouth as he pushed back in. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace, driving himself - and my lust - to a fevered pitch.

"Uh-uh, slut," Kareena chided. "You don't get to cum until I do!" she warned me.

I whimpered in my frustration, breaking my lip-lock on her sex for a moment. "But...so big...he's so...deep..." I groaned.

"Oh, I know it, believe me. But don't you cum until I do. Don't disappoint your Mistress, slut," she warned me. "You won't like what happens."