Home is where the heart is

Tonight there’s not much going on: Sada’s got studying to do, so she’s out when it comes to group activities, and Vlad just asked Chris to his room (what the fuck?), so I’m flipping through channels. Damn. 300 channels and nothing’s on.

“Mark?” I turn around and Vlad’s there, wearing nothing but his bathrobe. Damn. I was already hard imagining what he might be doing to Chris. I must be pre-coming, now. “I have a special idea for tonight. Come on upstairs.”

I almost forget to turn off the TV and immediately I’m at his side. He smiles. “Eager, aren’t you?”

“Well, you know me: I’m always up for something to occupy me, and you’ve never failed in making it time well-spent.” Vlad grins and quickly leans in for a kiss. I feel my stomach drop out. “Easy, don’t wet yourself yet. Save it for the naughty girl upstairs.”
I follow as we start climbing the staircase. “What do you mean?” “Christine doesn’t think much of you, does she?” “Well, she tends to forget that I’m an adult.”

“I think it’s time to show her that you’re a man. I’ve got her ready for you. Just don’t say a word until I give sign.” He pushed open the door. Chris was tied down spread-eagled with some leather clasps and she was blindfolded. Her blonde hair was loosely spread beneath her on the pillow.

“Vlad? Are you back?”

Vlad put a finger to his lips to motion for me to keep quiet and removed his bathrobe as he addressed Chris. I took the hint and started getting undressed.
“Quite tortuous, the anticipation, isn’t it? Having you all tied down and ready, and then making you wait. Are you aching yet? Wanting to get your belittling pussy fucked right?”

Chris twitched her head like she couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. Vlad gestured to Chris and nodded his approval at me. At last I understood: tonight, she was all mine.

He followed close behind me as I got on the bed, kneeling beside Christine. Vlad spoke again “It’s time to learn your lesson, Christine.”

I had read about someone being in a similar position as hers, once. Slow is the worse torture. I started by kissing her. Oh, at last I was kissing those lips. I kissed her softly at first, then more aggressive, suckling on her lips till they were red, swollen and trembling. She was whimpering and twitching in anticipation. I kissed down to her collarbone; always soft, suckling pecks. Oh, she was going crazy, now.
“Please, Vlad, I can’t stand it.” Vlad smiled wickedly. “I am not the one you should be pleading to.” “What? Who’s there?”

I looked at Vlad and he nodded. “Guess who, Chris?” Chris opened her mouth like a baby bird’s, and then closed it again. “No way!” Vlad removed the blindfold. “Way, Christine. Mark is not a child. He is going to demonstrate to you just how much of a man he is.”
Chris looked at me and I flashed a grin at her. She didn’t look too happy, so I just continued from the trail on her collarbone, this time nibbling as I went. Vlad liked it when I nibbled him, or even just dragged my teeth. While I was kissing my way downward, I cupped her and rubbed somewhat, but never once entered her or touched her clit.
“Aw, come on, man! Don’t do it that way!” I looked up at her. “Why not? You’ve denied me long enough; it’s my turn. I’m gonna take my sweet time.”

I don’t think she expected me to answer back like that. Well, now she knew better as I resumed my nibbling, always making sure she felt my teeth. Most likely against her will, an occasional whimper escaped and her body was twitching in anticipation. After what was most likely an eternity to her, I found her breasts with my mouth. I nibbled at her erect nipples and then sat back and began massaging her breasts, pinching the nipples and occasionally squeezing the breasts, making her wail. My cock was throbbing for her, but I continued this torture, eventually taking up the nibbling kisses again, making my way down her middle, and then finally I arrived at her clean-shaven pussy. I sat back again and cupped her to give the same teasing rub I had done earlier. I ran my middle finger along her wet slip and she wailed, nearly sobbing. Then I withdrew my hand and looked at her. She looked back at me, obviously frustrated.

“Vlad, you’re not gonna let him leave me unfinished, are you?”

“Well, that all depends. What do you think, Mark?”

I smiled wickedly at him. He had obviously been enjoying the show thus far; his cock, like mine, was dripping in anticipation. “I think she oughta beg.” I said simply.
Chris immediately looked at me as though I was crazy. “Don’t you want it, Chris?” I said in a sweet, mocking tone. “I guess if you don’t I could always leave.” She immediately looked to Vlad, who shook his head. She looked from Vlad to me and back again. I sighed and slid off the bed.

“Wait!” I turned towards her. “Please, don’t leave me like this.” Her blue eyes seemed more sincere than her tone of voice, but I gave in and climbed back onto the bed. “You want me to fuck you? You wanna see just how much of a man I really am?” She nodded fervently, pleading.

I positioned myself between her legs and then stopped again. An idea had come to mind. “I don’t think I can really teach you much like this. I think I oughta do you from behind.” Vlad smiled at me. He was proud. I had learned quickly. I undid her ankles and he undid her wrists and she turned over quickly, eager to get started.

I clucked my tongue. “You’re moving too quickly.” As soon as her wrists were back in place, her rear sticking up in the air invitingly, I started by placing a big smack on her rear. She screamed. She hadn’t anticipated that at all, but I knew she could take it. I had listened at the door a couple of times and heard Vlad giving her the same treatment. I slapped her a few more times for good measure, then placed myself over her and gave her breasts a good squeeze, making her wail.

“You’ll think twice before treating me like a child again, won’t you?” She said yes pleadingly several times. I got off of her again and this time slapped her cunt several times, making sure it was hot and ready, her screams music to my ears. I drew her legs over my hips, straddling, and thrusted. She wailed pleasurably instantly at the contact, and I let out a groan of relief. My throbbing cock had been straining for the last several minutes and found heaven in her wet cunt. I found a steady rhythm and made sure each thrust pound against her hot pussy hard.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Vlad take something out of his top drawer and come back to the bed. It was a tube of lubricant. I knew what he was planning next. I positioned myself to be lying on top of Chris but in a position that my ass would be sticking out properly. I heard him flip the cap and, after a few seconds, he had one finger working on my asshole. My body was used to this by now that it didn’t take much for me to open up. It wasn’t long before he had two fingers frigging me gently. My breathing was coarse and shallow. Soon I felt a much larger something probe into me, and I knew it was Vlad’s wonderful cock.

Dear God, I had died and gone to heaven. To fuck and be fucked at once, I almost lost my load right there, but I braced myself by squeezing onto Chris’ hips. Her cries had gotten louder and I prayed silently that she would find her release before me because if not, she would never let me live it down. I increased the speed and strength of my thrusts and felt Vlad following suite.

Pretty soon Chris was screaming ecstasies in Swedish and collapsed. I fell forward with her as I simultaneously felt her muscles clamp around me and Vlad hitting that sweet spot and then I was shooting myself into Chris. Oh, she would think before she ever scoffed at me again.

My muscles were squeezing Vlad’s cock but he showed no signs of relenting and so I was still thrusting against Chris. To feel him hitting that sweet spot continuously was… God!!! I was shooting my load again! Chris felt it, I was still inside her. She was nearly sobbing at the intensity of what I had done to her. Finally Vlad gave his powerful, final thrusts and he was coming inside me.

The three of us were on top of each other for several minutes with laboured breathing and pounding hearts. It was only after our breathing returned to normal that Vlad clambered off of me, then I sat back up from Chris. Vlad undid her wrists and turned her over to pick her up as she had fainted. He looked like some sort of Dark Sex God holding an innocent virgin angel, and I made a mental note to ask if I could take a picture of them like that sometime. I’m sure Chris would love to make an oil portrait of it and maybe add wings or something. That was her way.

“Go draw a hot bath, Mark. I’ll join you in a moment.” And he left.