I watched the rich red droplet of wine travel slowly down the naked breast, slowing as it reached the hard, raised flesh of a nipple. The droplet paused and gathered where the nipple ended and it faced a cliff. As it hung, poised to fall, I leant forward and caught it on the tip of my outstretched tongue.
I allowed my tongue to continue upwards, across the hard, wrinkled texture of the nipple tip; following the wine trail upwards and pressing into the lightly-pimpled, warm skin of the woman's breast.
Her breasts were full and soft to my probing touch. I licked off the last of the wine and repeated the process with her other breast; more generous with the wine this time, I pre-empted its arrival at her nipple by taking this between my lips, letting the wine flow more generously and sucking it off as it flowed around the erect teat.
I pressed more firmly with my lips, enjoying the taste of the wine mingling with the scent of the woman's flesh and the contrast between the soft, smooth flesh of her breast and the harder texture of the firm nipple. She let out a stifled moan as my teeth brushed the nipple, and I released it and stood back, taking a sip of wine direct from the glass as I contemplated my next move.
Heather was an attractive blonde in her late 30s. A single mum with a teenage daughter, she'd been my tenant and neighbour for the past five years, renting out the other of the two semi-detached farm cottages I owned and lived in. As I contemplated her, though, she was completely naked, with ankle and wrist cuffs strapping her to the large X frame I kept for just such a purpose in the small barn at the bottom of my garden.
I reached in between her legs, pressing my palm into her pubic hair, enjoying its frizzy feel and letting my middle finger explore downwards; seeking out the fleshy, damp entrance to her cunt and pushing gently inside. Her body tensed and she gasped.
"I'm enjoying this", I murmured, keeping my finger moving and taking another sip of wine. "Perhaps I should accept sex in place of rent more often."
She smiled, although my finger movements were starting to have an effect and her head was thrown back and reddening rapidly now. I inserted a second finger and started moving more vigorously, hooking both upwards and finding her clit with my thumb. She began to gasp in time with my movements and I could feel her moisture beginning to collect in my fingers.
I withdrew my hand and stood back, letting her relax and recover a little before I very deliberately brought my fingers to my mouth, slowly sucking off her juices as I looked her directly in her eyes.
"Mmmmmm," I licked my lips. "And this is just the hors d'oeuvres."
I was already naked too, and my cock was hard, but I had no intention of rushing this.
I went over to the play table by the door, picked up a gag, and returned to face her.
"For the next course, I need you to wear this." She nodded mutely and opened her mouth. I pushed the black sphere gently into place and tied the straps, enjoying the silky feel of her blonde hair against the backs of my fingers.
I cupped her breasts from behind and gave them a squeeze. She was a good sport and a great fuck, and this wasn't the first time we'd done this, but there was going to be a new element this time, and it was going to be important that she wouldn't be able to do anything other than moan and struggle for a while. We had safe words and signals, but I was pretty sure she wasn't likely to use them.
"I think I'd like another glass of wine," I said, and then a little louder: "You can come in now Lizzie."
I was looking Heather directly in the eye as I said this, and it was delectable to see her eyes widen in surprise and her body stiffen as she tried to escape from her restraints. My cock stiffened immediately in response. She was trying to speak, but all that came out through the gag were muffled moans.
Lizzie Hart was 18. A brunette unlike her mother, her long, dark hair curled down over her shoulders. She had a tall, slightly stocky figure, generous breasts and broadish hips: when she was older she might struggle a little to maintain her figure, but for now she looked exceptionally fresh and tempting.
Lizzie was still at school, but she worked in local café at the weekend and was dressed as a waitress now: a loose mid-length black skirt finishing just above the knees and a tight black top with a generous V neck that invited customers to admire the smooth curves of her breasts. The lines of her bra were clearly visible through the taut material. She carried a small silver tray, and on the tray were my requested glass of wine, a vibrator, and a whip.
"Excellent," I said, switching my attention to her as she walked over and stood facing me. I took the glass of wine and told her to put the tray down on the side table. Her mother writhed naked on the X frame.
"Heather has chosen to pay the rent in her inimitable way," I said to Lizzie, "but you're here for a different reason, aren't you?"
She nodded silently.
"Jim found out about the Caribbean trip." Lizzie was looking at her mother. "He said he'd call the police in unless I agreed to look after him as long as we live here."
Heather's eyes were staring at her daughter now, and her body had slumped back -- more resigned than struggling. What I'd discovered, two weeks earlier, was that Heather and Lizzie had stolen £3000 from me and used it to fund a holiday in Barbados. The money was a legacy and the details had arrived at the cottages one day when I'd been out. Heather had very effective ways of influencing gullible delivery people.
Since my discovery I'd very much enjoyed taking Lizzie's virginity and beginning to explore the pleasures her young body offered, but today was going to be special, because I'd decided it was time to punish her mother properly too.
"I think we can start with you taking off your top, Lizzie." I took a sip of my wine as I admired the shape of her tits through the tight black cotton.