Untamed Passion

When she returned, clean-shaven and smooth as a baby’s ass, Dylan was hanging up the telephone. She stepped close to him so he could run his fingers over the new smoothness, and she shivered as his soft touch raised goosebumps on her bare skin. The moisture from her pussy was evidence of her arousal.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Dylan instructed her in the proper waiting position of the stubbie, on her knees with her legs spread wide, her spine erect, her ass resting on her calves, and her hands clasped behind her back. Her eyes looked down at the floor. “Touch yourself,” Dylan commanded. Edie was beside herself with joy. Dylan was reclining comfortably in his chair and he was ordering her to pleasure herself, for his pleasure. Edie felt free in her compliance.

The old restrictions of her life were gone, the invisible chains and shackles of a Victorian society cast aside like so much chaff, insignificant of her master’s will. Master she thought, acknowledging the idea for the first time and accepting it. She hoped he could carry on the charade for a long time, she had waited unknowingly for this her whole life. Her fingers went straight to her blood-engorged clit, gasping at the electric contact. She was barely able to keep herself from cumming as her now wet fingers swam in the moistness between her legs.

Her excited reverie was broken by the sound of the doorbell. Edie looked up in alarm and looked around for anything at all to cover her nakedness. “Answer the door,” Dylan ordered. She reached for the tiny black dress, but Dylan leaned forward and put his hand on the dress. “Answer the door,” he ordered again.

Edie looked incredulously at her husband. “But I’m naked,” she objected.

“Surrender to me!” Dylan ordered, and this time there was a hint of anger in his face. Edie could have sworn for a moment that he was going to spank her, and the realization sent such a rush of heat through her loins that her stomach convulsed and she came in a gush of agonized pleasure. She was still trying to regain her composure when she meekly opened the door, having no idea who was outside. It was Celeste.

Celeste gave no indication that she was surprised at Edie’s nudity, and entered the living room with a smug, self-satisfied look on her face and crossed to the sofa to sit by Edie’s little black dress. Edie came back and knelt at Dylan’s feet. “That’s a good slave,” Dylan said, pride and pleasure in his voice. Though her face was flushed with embarrassment to be seen this way by her best friend, inside she was glowing at the pride and pleasure in Dylan’s voice…it was worth every bit of embarrassment she had to endure.

“Get up little one,” he said in a gentle voice, “and welcome our guest properly.” Edie stood conscious of her nudity but leaned over to hug

Celeste and kiss her cheek. “No,” Dylan said, “I said properly. Kiss her on the lips my darling.” Wordlessly, and still blushing, Edie brushed her lips against Celeste’s soft full lips. It was a gentle, friendly kiss at first, but it quickly changed to something different. Celeste responded to the kiss as a lover would. A kiss between the two was nothing new, they had practiced kissing as girls so that they would be ready for dating. This, however, was something different. Celeste was aroused, and so, Edie found to her consternation, was she. Slowly she sat down on Celeste’s lap and began to kiss her in earnest, and when Celeste’s hand moved to her bare breast Edie’s only reaction was to quietly urge her to squeeze the nipple harder.

Dylan watched with obvious pleasure as his hopes were realized. “Get up,” he ordered brusquely. Edie got up, her arousal evident in the hardness of her nipples and her clenched fingers. Dylan motioned for Celeste to

come to sit in his lap, and Celeste did as he asked with no questions. Edie felt a sharp pang of jealousy as Celeste’s curvaceous ass covered the erection evident in Dylan’s pants.

“Kneel here,” Dylan commanded, indicating the spot directly between his knees. Edie did as she was told, but she had to part Celeste’s thighs into where Dylan had commanded. She tried to avert her eyes, but she could see the delicate white sheer panties Celeste was wearing, and the faint musky scent of Celeste’s pussy filled her nostrils. Suddenly Edie was faint with desire to get closer to the damp spot between her best friend’s legs.

Everything was going so fast!

“Put your hands beneath her skirt and lift it to her waist,” Dylan whispered in a soft, lust-filled voice. As if she were a robot, Edie’s hands lifted the light skirt and Celeste’s slim hips were exposed. With a moan of raging desire, Edie buried her face between Celeste’s open legs, lapping at the damp and heady spot there. Dylan reached down and snatched the panties from Celeste’s pussy. Edie was lapping furiously at the slick lips of Celeste’s pussy when Dylan’s cock sprang up in front of her face, slapping hard against the swollen lips and clit of her best friend. Edie began to lick and suck at them both equally.

It had begun with a hunching motion, and it was clear to all of them what was coming next. Her face coated with pussy juice and precum, Edie took Dylan’s big cock in both hands and guided it to the bottom side of Celeste’s

clit. As she pressed down on his glans she kept her lips and tongue busy on the helmet-shaped tip until it slipped inside her pussy. With a gasping cry, Celeste hunched down on Dylan’s hard cock, taking it halfway inside her as Edie’s lips fastened over her clit. Edie’s fingers moved frantically in desperation in her pussy, and then she and Celeste seemed to be climbing a ladder of orgasms, each one stronger than the last.

They were all naked, and Dylan’s cock was finally pounding in and out of Edie’s grasping pussy. Celeste was fully naked and bent over sucking Edie’s nipple as Edie sucked on Celeste’s. Edie’s feet were planted flat on Dylan’s flanks as she thrust her hips upwards against his. A thin, high wail of excruciating pleasure emanated from Edie’s mouth as Celeste moaned loudly, both women simultaneously going rigid as they came. Shortly afterwards Dylan groaned and went stiff as he erupted inside his wife. When he collapsed on top of her, Celeste joined them in their languid embrace.

“Thank you M, aster,” Edie breathed, meaning it. Her eyes shone in the dim light of the living room as Celeste kissed her softly.