Both maids stood there drooling into their shared gag, hands cuffed at their backs and their eyes darting around, waiting for Benjamin's next move.
With a gentle but firm tug, he guided their heads down until they met the back of the couch. The rubbery gag kept their mouths in a perpetual kiss, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. The handcuffs bit into their wrists, forcing their arms behind their backs and pushing their breasts up in a tantalizing display of cleavage.
Their bodies bent into an elegant arch, with their asses presenting themselves like ripe fruit on opposite sides of the couch. The vibrators, now forgotten by the two, continued to buzz against their clits, a steady rhythm that had them both squirming in place. The sight of them, bound and offered up in such a vulnerable position, was more than I could take.
With a predatory smile, Benjamin stalked over to Margaret, flipping her skirt up to expose her plump, round ass. "I'll take this one," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "And for you, George, I offer up Jenny. You will enjoy this. Just follow my lead."
He grabbed hold of Margaret's hips, and with one swift motion, he ripped her panties clean off her body. The material gave way with a satisfying rip, revealing her bare, glistening pussy. She let out a muffled squeal, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. The vibrator fell to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
I looked over at Jenny, her eyes shimmering with the same excitement, her young body trembling with anticipation. With a nod from Benjamin, I stepped behind her, my cock already standing at attention. The skirt of her maid's outfit was so short that it barely covered her ass, which was as firm and enticing as I remembered. With a trembling hand, I reached out and caressed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin under my fingertips.
Her eyes never left mine as I gently parted her cheeks, exposing her tight pink hole. It was a sight that made me swell even more, a visual feast that I had fantasized about all week. With a short hesitation, I just pulled down her panties with the vibrator inside and let them just hang at her knees.
"I think forty should be enough for now," Benjamin said, his voice a low rumble of authority that sent a shiver down my spine. "Let's see how much our little maids can take." His eyes danced with the challenge, and I knew he wasn't just talking about the spanking.
I nodded, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Forty spanks each. It seemed like a lot, but the way Jenny's eyes sparkled with excitement made me think she was ready for it. I took a deep breath and raised my hand, bringing it down with a firm smack on her left cheek. The sound echoed through the room, and she jerked in response, a muffled moan escaping through her gag.
Margaret's spanking had begun simultaneously, the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh a tempo that grew more intense with each hit. We alternated, left, right, left, right, painting their asses a beautiful shade of pink that grew darker with every stroke. Jenny's skin was so smooth, so perfect, that the red handprints stood out like a declaration of ownership. Her body arched with each hit, pushing her breasts out further, the frills of her outfit fluttering with every gasp.
At the count of twenty, I could see beads of sweat forming on Jenny's forehead, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. Her ass was a beautiful shade of pink, the handprints from my spanking standing out against her pale skin like a map of passion. Margaret's body was a symphony of movements, her hips swaying with every smack from Benjamin's hand, her breasts jiggling with the force of his blows.
When we reached forty, I couldn't help but notice the wet spot growing on the couch beneath Jenny's ass. "Looks like someone's enjoying this a bit too much," I said with a smirk, pointing out the evidence of her arousal. Benjamin followed my gaze, and his eyes widened with a grin.
"Naughty, naughty," he murmured, his own hand landing a particularly hard smack on Margaret's ass. "Looks like you both need another ten for getting the furniture dirty."
Jenny's eyes widened behind her gag, and she let out a muffled protest, but the shine in her eyes told me she was anything but upset. Margaret, on the other hand, let out a guttural growl that was muffled by the rubber between her teeth, her eyes flashing with challenge. She clearly enjoyed the idea of being punished for her pleasure.
With renewed vigor, Benjamin and I delivered the additional spanks, the sound echoing through the room like the beat of a drum. The couch cushion beneath Jenny was now damp with her arousal, the fabric darkened by her juices. Margaret's pussy glistened, the scent of her desire filling the air, making it thick with anticipation.
"Now you take her," Benjamin said, his voice filled with authority as he pointed to Jenny. He pulled off his towel, revealing his rock-hard cock, which he aligned with Margaret's eager entrance. The last time I had been with Jenny, she had been his conquest, a shared prize to be enjoyed. This time, she was all mine, a gift to be unwrapped and savored.
I couldn't resist the temptation to bend down and give her puffy lips one last lick, the taste of her desire making my own cock throb with anticipation. The sweet scent of her arousal was like a siren's call, and as my tongue slid over her clit, she jerked against her bonds, her muffled moan vibrating against my mouth. She was so wet, so ready, and the thought of filling her up with my own cock was intoxicating.
With a final, lingering taste of her, I stood and shed my towel, my erection standing tall and proud as I stepped closer to the couch. Benjamin had already claimed Margaret, his strong hips pumping into her with a vigor that had her entire body quivering. The gag muffled her cries, but her eyes were wide with pleasure locked with Jenny's as forced by the dual gag.
I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I pushed in, feeling the tight warmth of her pussy, her muscles contracting around my cock as if trying to draw me deeper. The sight of her, bound and at my mercy, was a powerful aphrodisiac. The softness of her skin was a stark contrast to the firmness of her ass, and the way her cheeks felt under my digits was mesmerizing.
As I began to fuck her, my eyes remained locked on Margaret's face, watching her expression of pure ecstasy as Benjamin's hard thrusts pushed her to the brink of orgasm. Her body thrashed in the cuffs, her moans muffled by the gag. Each time he plunged into her, she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Margaret's orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing around Benjamin's cock. Her legs buckled, and she would have fallen if he hadn't been holding her up. Her juices coated him, and I could see the sheer power of her climax in the way her pussy contracted around his shaft. And as she came, something in me snapped, and I couldn't hold back anymore.
With a guttural groan, I filled Jenny with my cum, my seed spurting deep within her, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Jenny's eyes widened in surprise, her body stiffening as she realized what had happened. The sight of Margaret's powerful orgasm had overwhelmed me, and I hadn't been able to hold back.
But as I pulled out, I sensed Jenny's own need to cum. It was palpable, a silent plea that resonated through her bound form. Before I could react, Benjamin's hand was on my shoulder, his firm grip a silent communication of his intention to take over. He stepped in, his eyes dark with desire, and I knew he had noticed her desperation as well.
With a swift motion, I unbuckled Margaret's gag and uncuffed her wrists. She gasped for air, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and pain that had been teasing her for so long. Her breasts heaved with each breath, the fabric of her corset straining against her skin.
"Thank you," Margaret breathed, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. She stepped closer, her body pressing against mine, her kiss a silent declaration of her gratitude. Our mouths melded together, our tongues dancing in a dance of passion that seemed to last an eternity.
The kiss grew in intensity, her hands reaching up to cradle my face as if she never wanted to let go. Her soft moans filled my ears, and I could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm still trembling through her body. This was the most intimate moment we had ever shared, a connection that went beyond the games we had played before.
As we broke apart, my eyes found Benjamin and Jenny. He had her impaled on his cock, her body arched back, her breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, and I could feel the couch shake beneath them with the intensity of their union. Margaret's wink was like a silent signal, acknowledging the shared thrill of the moment, the four of us bound by the invisible threads of our dark desires.
The sight of Jenny's tight pussy clenching around Benjamin's cock was mesmerizing, the way her body shuddered with each pulse of his orgasm. His muscles strained with the effort of holding her aloft, the veins in his arms bulging as he continued to drive into her, his own pleasure etched on his face. And when he finally came, the look of pure ecstasy on Jenny's face was like watching a starburst of pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably as he filled her with his cum.
Margaret's voice snapped me out of my trance. "Go and get it," she murmured, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire as she pushed me gently down to my knees. "I know how much you enjoy tasting cum from that minx." She nodded towards Jenny, whose legs were still spread wide, her pussy glistening with our combined juices.
I didn't need any further encouragement. My tongue darted out, eager to clean up the delicious mess we had made. I lapped at Jenny's folds, tasting the salty tang of my own cum mixed with her sweetness. She moaned, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Margaret's hand was in my hair, guiding me, her own breaths coming in short gasps as she watched the intimate scene unfold. I heard the sound of cuffs being unlocked, and then Jenny's soft whimpers as she was released from her gag. She took a deep breath, her eyes glazed with passion and need as she looked up at Benjamin, who was still kneeling over her, his cock pulsing with the aftermath of his release.
"Wow," she managed to murmur, the word a soft exclamation of wonder and satisfaction. It was a sound that seemed to resonate with the air in the room, a sound that echoed our collective exhaustion and the afterglow of our shared pleasure. We all plopped onto the couch in a tangled heap of naked limbs, our bodies still slick with sweat and cum. Jenny was the first to collapse, her legs giving out as she leaned back into the plush cushions, her chest heaving with deep, contented sighs.
Margaret was the first to speak, her voice a throaty purr that seemed to stroke every nerve in my body. "I saw that you liked taking advantage of Jenny," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked at me. "It seems you have a knack for teaching a naughty girl a lesson."
I couldn't deny it. The way Jenny had squirmed and moaned beneath me, her body responding to every smack and touch, had been incredibly satisfying. The power I had felt in that moment was addictive, a heady rush that had only been amplified by the knowledge that Margaret was watching, her eyes devouring every second of our intimate dance.
Jenny looked over at me, her grin knowing and wicked. She snuggled closer, pressing her bare body against mine, and whispered, "I will feel your hand on my ass for a while now." Her voice was a purr, a seductive caress that sent shivers down my spine. I knew she was enjoying this game of ours, the thrill of being used and pleasured by someone she had teased and taunted for so long.
Margaret leaned in, her own breasts pressing into my side as she took the champagne flute from my hand and placed it on the side table. "It's only fair that you get to feel what it's like," she murmured, her voice a silky promise that had my cock twitching with interest. "Besides, Benjamin was quite thorough with me." She winked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
I turned to Jenny, who was now sitting on the couch, her legs folded under her, watching us with a smug expression. "Sorry for coming so quickly and leaving you hanging," I said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. She giggled, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "No worries," she replied with a sweet smile, reaching out to pat my hand. "Benjamin took good care of me."
Her words sent a jolt of something through me, a strange mix of arousal and inadequacy. Benjamin was younger, fitter, and obviously more experienced in these matters than I was. "I enjoy all the fun, but I'm not sure if I can keep up with you, honestly," I admitted to all of them, my voice a bit shaky.
Margaret's smile grew, and she leaned in to whisper in my ear, her breath hot and sweet. "Don't worry, George," she assured me, her voice dripping with amusement. "Teasing is part of the fun, and I know Benjamin will always make sure we're all thoroughly entertained." She paused, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, now that you're his bitch, you're in for a world of pleasure."
Her words sent a thrill through me, and I felt the tension in my body ease slightly. The realization that with Benjamin being part of this, I didn't need to perform, that I was allowed to simply experience and enjoy, was incredibly liberating. They had known all along, it seemed, and had been subtly guiding me towards this moment, eager for me to embrace the freedom that true submission brought.
We sat there for a moment in silence and then one by one got up to have a nice warm shower.
