Night Beach (8 page)

“Like cow’s udders,” her Mistress offered helpfully, Erica
whimpering out the mortification.

“This is nice change though, just once in a while,” Sir
said, his voice thick. “Try it on for size.”

“Speaking of cow’s udders,” her Mistress said with a
pleased tone. “Do you think she’ll get to see one of Kane’s girls? He’s
supposed to be coming to the next Gathering.”

Blaine
laughed, then
groaned at a particularly strong twist of Erica’s hips. She was beginning not
to care, her consciousness succumbing to the fuzziness of her arousal. Her
world revolved around the incredible feel of her Sir’s hard cock impaling her, repeatedly.

“If he brings — he usually does — at least one,” Sir
grunted, lust thick in his voice. “Probably be Bella.”

The mattress moved once more, and her Mistress’ lips moved
against Erica’s ear. “Leave some for later, slut.” She winced in pain as her
Mistress nibbled on her earlobe “See you downstairs.”

Sir’s strong hands slammed her down upon him several times,
the mix of pain and pleasure making her groan. She almost lost her balance at a
particularly jarring thrust, but he caught her before she could topple over.

Her clit rasped against his wiry pubic hair, her pussy now
complaining loudly at the repeated hard use it had seen this evening. She was
so close, but his heavy thrusts and the way he held her tightly to him weren’t
quite letting her get there. She whimpered in resignation as he groaned out his
climax, his hips crashing upward repeatedly, jostling her so hard it rattled
her teeth.

So close, yet so far.

But she knew he withheld her orgasms at his will. When she
was with him, she knew he considered them his (like the rest of her) to give or
withhold, entirely at his whim. It’s the way she secretly wanted it — that lack
of choice — but she wasn’t sure if she was completely prepared for what that
might mean. Every time she thought she had the two terrifying, beautiful
dominants figured out, they subjected her to something new. It was both darkly
exciting and terribly confusing.

Blaine
came down slowly,
his hands stroking her trembling thighs, fingers occasionally dipping to her
stretched sex to feel the combination of their fluids leaking out onto him. She
inhaled sharply as a fingertip grazed the hard nodule of her super sensitive
clit. Another touch like that and she’d blast into orbit.

Christ, please, just one more touch.

His cruel, satisfied chuckle denied her. “Need to keep you
just off a boil, bad girl. You haven’t earned another orgasm yet.”

Easing her off him onto her side, she trembled against him
as he slipped the blindfold up off her eyes, kissing her fluttering eyelids.
“We need to find your bikini. We’ve got somewhere to be, gorgeous.”

***

“I want you on your knees under that blanket, Erica.”

“What — here? Seriously?” Little knots of people were
clustered around them on the beach, but none were particularly close. She
looked at her Mistress.

The flickering light from their fire pit reflected in
Kathryn’s cold eyes, her lips a thin line across her strikingly beautiful face.

“Not a good idea to make her tell you again, Erica,” Blaine’s deep voice rumbled. “Just do what you’re told.”

Erica winced at the disappointment in his voice. “Yes,
Sir.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips, and lowered her eyes.
Kathryn, seated next to her, leaned in close, her breath warm on Erica's cheek.
"So you hop right to it when your
Sir
tells you what to do. Why not
with your Mistress?"

"I … I'm sorry.”

"Save it," Kathryn whispered, her voice barely
audible above the crash of the distant surf. "That will be one of the
first things we'll address if this goes further. For now, I want you on your
fucking knees. Now."

"Yes, Mistress." Erica gulped. Their three chairs
clustered on the beach in a semi-circle. She slipped off her chair, bumping
into the knees of both her Sir and Mistress, seated to either side of her,
surrounding her.

Erica knelt on the cold beach, a sharp withered stick
poking into her shin. Her toes dug deep into the sand as she settled her bottom
upon her bare heels. She could feel the ridiculously small thong bikini bottom dig
into the crease of her ass as if it wanted to burrow into her body.

She scooted backward until her head ducked under the thick
comforter that Blaine and Kathryn had stretched across their laps. The night
wind, even in July, could be quite cold on the Pacific Northwest coastline.
Tonight, the Fourth of July, was no different.

Someone nearby set off a battery of whistling, whining
rockets, and Erica reflexively flinched.

Blaine
cursed under his
breath. "Idiots."

Slim, but strong fingers grasped Erica's chin, pulling her
gaze up to her Mistress. Kathryn's eyes were gleeful. "I want you to suck
Sir's cock."

"What?"

"Keep your fucking mouth shut, Erica." Kathryn's
fingernails dug painfully into her cheek. "If you interrupt me again,
you're getting an ass beating right here on the beach."

Erica’s eyes darted to Blaine. His cool smile and avid eyes
told her she'd receive no aid from that quarter.

"As I was saying," Kathryn hissed, jerking
Erica's gaze back to her. "You're going to suck his cock, and then you're going
to put that tongue of yours to work on my pussy."

"Mistress … I can't do that."

"Why not?" A muscle clenched in her Mistress'
delicate jaw, and Erica had to suppress a whimper.

"We're —
in public
."

Blaine
chuckled, his big
hand working at the drawstring of his warm-ups. At any other time, her mouth
would be watering, her hands whispering over the tree-trunk thighs to help
release him for the tender mercies of her lips. She loved to suck him, loved
the taste of his heavy flesh on her tongue. But kneeling there on the
night-shrouded beach, surrounded by people, all she could think about was
possible arrest, her mug shot going viral on social media.

"You're covered by the blanket, it's dark and there's
nobody close to us." Kathryn leaned forward, her eyes pinning Erica to the
ground. "Stop making excuses."

"But they'll hear …"

Blaine
's hard cock was
out, his fist clenching it at the base. The blanket just barely covered the
purple head, but Erica knew anyone looking would wonder what the man was doing.
Still, it was quite dark on the beach, despite the faint light offered by their
fire pit. Flickering, waving beams from various flashlights scattered here and
there, punctuated by the occasional arc of sparks from a bottle. There were few
remaining lights in town, most of them turned off for the impending fireworks
show.

"Get to work, girl." Blaine's hand closed on the
single braid of Erica's dark hair. "I want to feel those gorgeous lips of
yours."

The heavy cock slapped against her mouth, demanding entry.
She opened up, taking him in. Her hands moved to cup his large balls, to caress
him as she serviced his hard cock.

"No, he just needs that mouth," Kathryn said,
sharply. "You keep those hands to yourself."

Erica grasped the cold aluminum of the legs of Blaine's folding chair, darting her head forward to take him to the root. She hoped to God
that nobody could see her head moving under the thick blanket.

"That's a girl, all the way now." Blaine's hand pulled steadily on her hair, ensuring she couldn't pull back far, making her
take him deep. She stuck her tongue out, willing her gag reflex to subside as
the broad head opened her throat. Her pulse pounded in her ears as his hand
stroked her throat. "Breathe out with it, girl. Take the rest now."

She felt tears at the corners of her eyes as her nose
brushed the pubic hair at the base of his cock. His implacable hand held her
there a moment, her throat clicking. When he allowed her to pull back, she drew
in a quick breath before his hands drew her down once more. Several times, to
his murmured approval, she took the full measure of his considerable length
deep into her throat.

"The girl’s getting better at this," Blaine said, his voice strained. Erica loved that note of abandon she could hear in his
deep tones as she sucked him. If she were honest with herself, she'd say this
was what she most enjoyed — giving her Master pleasure, whether it be with her
oft used mouth, or her frequently lonely, bereft pussy.

"That tongue needs a lot more practice licking pussy
though," Kathryn said, a smile curving her cruel, red lips. "She'll
get it too if this works out."

Erica's gaze snapped up to hers, even as her lips continued
their loving attention to the hot length filling her mouth. They'd all talked
about where this arrangement was going. Though she was originally just a play
submissive, a toy for Blaine to spank and fuck whenever the urge struck him,
something had changed when his wife had joined in the fun. A new, darker energy
grew between the three of them, Erica's anguish and ecstasy the nexus of it.
What did her Mistress mean about things working out?

Kathryn's eyes hardened. "Pay attention to what you're
doing, slut."

Erica dropped her gaze, licking along the pulsing underside
of Blaine's heavy cock, his length leaving a wet trail of her saliva along her
cheek. "Fuck yes," he groaned. His hand squeezed her hair, and she
grunted at the flash of pain flooding her scalp.

Sir's thighs stiffened, his heavy hand on top of her head
stilling her movements. His cock throbbed insistently within the clutch of her
soft lips. He murmured something to Kathryn, who drew the blanket fully across
their laps, enclosing Erica in deep darkness.

"Blaine? Kathryn? Is that you guys?" Erica didn't
recognize the man's voice, but she trembled, kneeling there with a man's erect
penis in her mouth, sucking him off like a five-dollar whore.

"Mike Lindsley?" Blaine said, his voice somewhat strained.
He shifted forward, Erica guessing he was probably shaking the man's hand.
"Holy shit, man. What're you doing out here?"

"Visiting the parents in P-town. Thought Becca and I
would come out to the coast for a change of pace. Get away from the city, you
know? It’s nice to see you again, Kathryn."

"You too, Mike." The cool tone of her voice told
her that her Mistress thought him being here was
anything
but nice.
Kathryn's hand stroked Erica's shoulder, an incongruously gentle gesture from
her normally strict Mistress.

The two men made small talk for a few minutes, Kathryn
adding a word here and there to keep up appearances. Though Erica knew it would
probably get her in trouble, her tongue teased along Blaine's cock, the sinuous
movements making him shift subtly. His hand tightened on the crown of her head,
and she decided not to push her luck any farther. She wished the man would just
leave!

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the interloper
moved away with Blaine's best wishes and a squeeze of her Master’s hand on her
tresses.

"Get on with it, Erica," Kathryn said, easing the
blanket down enough so that she could watch Erica work. "You've still got
a cunt to lick when you're done sucking my husband's cock."

She nodded, knowing he'd punish her if she had the temerity
to pull Blaine’s erection from between her lips.

Erica sucked avidly, her head bobbing up and down on her
Master’s big penis, his hands holding her hair away from her face as she
serviced him. She looked up at him as she worked, his gaze, heavy with lust,
locked with hers. His jaw clenched, and she felt his cock swell even further,
his orgasm almost upon him.

His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her off his cock.
The burning in her scalp wasn’t enough to overcome her urge to lick his shaft,
her tongue reaching for him. He shook his head, pulling her just out of reach.
“I want those tits out, Erica.”

“What?”

“You heard what he said, girl,” Kathryn said, menace lacing
her husky voice. “I’m getting tired of you questioning orders.”

“Please, no—”

“
Quiet
, Erica.” Kathryn’s fingers clawed at the
neckline of the white t-shirt they'd permitted Erica to wear. The bikini top
was laughably inadequate in keeping Erica’s breasts covered, so they’d allowed
her this modest covering before heading down to the beach for the show. “Take
off this damned thing.”

Erica’s eyes darted from her Mistress to Sir, hoping for
leniency. This was going farther than she’d anticipated. Still, she wanted to
show them they’d made the right decision, that she was the one for them.

“Do what she says, Erica.”

She moved to pull the shirt over her head, her eyes drawn
to Blaine’s fist gliding up and down the glistening, veined length of his cock.

“No, wait.” Kathryn leaned down yanking at the bottom of
the shirt. “Just pull it up.”

Erica rucked the shirt up under her arms, her breasts in
the tiny bikini top bare to the cold air.

“Take that top off too. Keep your shirt up when you’re
done.”