MILF, Chapter 3

MILF – Ch3

Her body was still coming down from the intense fucking she had just received. It was cooler in the club than it was outside, and although her nipples were standing out hard and proud the rest of her naked body was still warm and lightly shone with sweat. The leather dog collar snugly accentuated her neck and its leash bound her wrists tightly in front of her, irrefutably leading her wherever the boss wanted her to go. Nick turned on the lights and led them all into the dining room. It was cozy with several booths and a few tables in front of a small stage, complete with stand-up microphone and red velvet backdrop. Along one side of the room ran a bar with a nice, hardwood countertop, a few beer taps, and an array of liquor displayed on the wall behind it.

She was led over to the bar top, her naked body swaying as she tried to keep her balance in her high heels. “Get up there,” Nick commanded, pulling her upward. The three other guys grabbed her ass, legs, and thighs to help her climb up onto a bar stool and sit on the counter. Then pulling her down by the neck they laid her out along the counter and spread her legs. Her eyes flashed worriedly around at the horny, encircling guys as their hands began to roam across the curves of her enticingly exhibited body.

Mills grabbed a wet bar rag and started wiping out her pussy that still dripped with their cum. The coolness of the rag felt good on her hot, swollen crotch but she squirmed at his invasive touch. Nick stood above her head reaching over to grope her, and no matter how much she tried she couldn’t maneuver her arms to hide her naked, jiggling breasts from him. Simmons had his hands on her hips and stomach, periodically running his fingers down toward her pussy, and Morris was sitting on the bar holding her ankles apart. How little she could move disconcerted her, as her squirming barely moved her body and made no difference to their groping hands all over her skin.

The wet rag moved to her inner thighs, and Simmons’ fingers inquisitively cupped her newly cleaned pussy, diddling around her pert pussy lips and dipping knuckle-deep into her wet snatch. The dregs of her orgasm in the parking lot resurged and began dominating her mind with thoughts of sex. She closed her eyes to concentrate, drawing long, shaky breaths as she willingly enjoyed their ministrations. After a few minutes she was clean. They pulled her off the bar again then led her behind it, and though she wouldn’t admit it to herself she was so aroused by their touches that she was on the verge of cumming again. “Make us some martinis, you hot piece of ass,” Nick commanded and casually groped her full ass cheek with his widespread hand. With his other hand he released her wrists from their leash binding and leaned in menacingly.

He slowly licked the side of her face from the base of her neck to her forehead, grinning at her and turning his hand to dip his fingers in her moist womanhood from behind. She stood up straight and breathed a sigh of resignation, knowing she would have to do everything they wanted whether willingly humiliating herself or being painfully forced to satisfy them. Her hands moved automatically to make the drinks as they sat at the bar and laughed to one another. The bare, shimmering skin of her breasts jostled lightly with every movement, and the leash that hung from her neck passed between them, an ever-present reminder of her husband’s decree that her whole body belong to these men for the night to do with as they pleased.

When she finished she placed the martinis in front of them across the bar, and Simmons and Morris thanked her. Mills said gruffly, “Come around here and sit on my lap,” smiling lecherously at her. She squared her shoulders and walked around the bar, striding over to where he sat and climbing up onto his knee. He helped her straddle his thigh and hooked his arm around the small of her back, pulling her to himself as he sipped his drink. Her hands rested on his hips near his crotch, for balance she told herself, and he said, “Go on — you can grind your pussy on me. I know you want to.” She found that she already was, and now started bucking with more gusto, trying to feel ashamed over the insurmountable need to grind against his body til she climaxed. His eyes watched her nipples for a while, then he leaned in to kiss her shoulders and collarbone.

Her eyes closed subconsciously as her arousal grew, though her focus was on not falling off. She felt a cold, wet sensation on her breast, and looked down to see her tit dipping into his martini glass. “Haha, oops!” he chuckled, a little drunk, and pulled his drink back. Then pulling her up with a strong, steady arm he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck.