Bryce heard the distinct sound of the snap
of leather on bare flesh before he reached the open door to Jason’s office. Even
with that forewarning, he was unprepared for his first glimpse of Maggie’s naked
ass bent over Jason’s desk. It was a sight he had longed to see for months now,
ever since Jason had introduced him to Maggie, his current girlfriend. Her
rapidly reddening buttocks were round and soft, the flesh beginning to redden as
Jason applied another blow across those fleshy mounds. Her long, full skirt was
thrown over her back; her panties pulled to mid thigh. Her legs were spread only
as far as her panties would allow, leaving her anus protected between her
buttocks but affording him a small view of her pink slit glistening with her
juices. The sight of her wet arousal told him what he needed to know-that she
was enjoying every lash from Jason’s belt; the pain was turning her on as much
as her strapping was turning on both him and his best friend.
“Why do you do this?” Jason
asked before raising his arm and landing a hard blow on the undercurve of
Maggie’s ass. “You’ve gained at least five pounds. I don’t know why I keep your
fat ass around.”
“Please, Jason,” Maggie
cried out as he laid the belt across the middle of her ass again, causing her to
jump at the fiery heat. It was mortifying the way she couldn’t help but lift her
aching buttocks for more, the way his tormenting abuse turned her on. “I haven’t
gained any weight, I promise!”
“Bull shit, Maggie!” The
belt landed again and again, turning her buttocks a bright, fiery red. “You’re
so big now you don’t even notice anymore. You’re lucky to have me, aren’t you?
After all, who else would want an overweight spinster school teacher such as
you?”
Bryce’s brows drew together
in a fierce frown. He hated the way Jason belittled Maggie and couldn’t for the
life of him figure out why he did it. While Maggie was definitely a full figured
woman, she was far from overweight. Just because she wasn’t five foot eight and
model thin, Jason constantly put her down for her rounder, softer build. At five
foot four, Maggie had large, full breasts that were currently flattened beneath
her as she lay across the desk, and full, round buttocks that he itched to feel
under his hand. At six foot one, Bryce was a big, hard man, and Maggie’s womanly
softness appealed to him immensely. He ached to feel her soft, round thighs
wrapped around his waist, her round belly filmed with sweat, slapping against
his rock hard abdomen as her hips rose to meet the hard thrusts of his cock as
he fucked her.
Maggie cried out as Jason
laid the belt across her quivering flesh again before catching sight of Bryce
lounging in the doorway. Jason and Bryce exchanged a knowing look, agreeing
silently not to let Maggie know Bryce was watching her ordeal. Friends since
childhood, the two of them had shared everything over the years. As grown men in
their late thirties, they had had their share of women, several of whom they had
shared experiences with. In the six months Jason had been seeing Maggie;
however, he hadn’t once mentioned sharing her with Bryce, much to Bryce’s
disappointment. He had been holding out hope that Maggie would dump Jason
because of his demeaning treatment of her, but she continued to take his verbal
abuse as if she deserved every disparaging word.
As Jason dropped the belt
and released his hard cock, Bryce longed to do the same to his engorged dick as
much as he longed to show Maggie what an attractive, sensuously desirable woman
she really was. He sensed depths in Maggie that hadn’t come anywhere near to
being tapped, even with Jason’s dominant influence. Bryce longed to dominate her
sexually, but in a way that brought out her sexuality, not suppressed it. With
the right guidance and tutoring, she would blossom beautifully into a woman who
was confident not only of herself but of all the hidden nuances of her desires.
“Spread your legs further,”
Jason ordered Maggie, his hand gripping his cock.
Maggie spread her thighs
farther apart, hearing the thin material of her panties ripping. Jason reached
down and tore them from her thighs, tossing the silk scrap on the floor. Maggie
needed to feel his cock in her cunt so bad she didn’t bemoan the loss of the
expensive pair of underwear. Her ass was on fire, the heat spreading to her
cunt, causing her juices to run down her thighs.
Jason reached between her
spread thighs, his fingers separating her lips and soaking up her moisture.
“Damn, woman, you’re sopping,” he groaned as he sank two fingers deep into her
pulsing cunt. “You really liked your whipping, didn’t you?”
Embarrassed at the tell tale
proof of her desire, Maggie could only nod her head and bury her face in her
hands. Even after six months, she was still uncomfortable with how much his
spankings turned her on. Nearing thirty, she wasn’t a virgin when she first met
Jason, but damn near. His overbearing, dominant tendencies were what she had
been looking for her whole life. Knowing she was only passably attractive and
heavy to boot, made her willing to overlook his degrading insults.
Jason grabbed her sore
buttocks and thrust his hard cock into her seeping cunt. “Yes!” she cried out,
thinking this was why she put up with him, even though her friends said he was
an asshole, and she deserved better. She needed his hard possession and his
control, something she knew she couldn’t get from just any man.
Bryce watched as Jason drove
his cock deep into Maggie’s cunt. Her wider stance afforded him a good view of
her pink, damp folds and a glimpse of her tight puckered anus. How he longed to
join Jason in fucking her, sending her over the edge and giving her the ultimate
in female satisfaction. The sound of Jason’s cock pounding into her damn near
sent him over the edge. He could feel the seepage of his pre-come leaking into
his jeans, and he was afraid he was going to cream his pants like some callused
youth. God help him, he’d never wanted a woman like he did Maggie. She still had
no idea he was standing there watching as she thrust her hips back against
Jason’s plundering cock, and as her pussy sucked him dry. Just as she didn’t
know he was her late night caller, her phone buddy, that she could, and did,
tell everything.
“Come on, Maggie, give it to
me!” Jason ordered as he rammed into her tight sheath again and again. “I’m not
going to wait much longer.”
Maggie needed no further
encouragement. Reaching down, she fingered her aching, swollen clit, crying out
as the orgasm burst upon her, rocking her senses, drenching her in sweat and
pleasure. She didn’t even feel Jason come, her own release was so intense, so
consuming. Her fingers continued to caress her slippery folds as Jason withdrew
from her pulsing sheath. Catching her breath, she lifted from the desk, her
skirt falling down around her as she turned.
“Hey, Maggie,” Bryce said
softly as her beautiful amber eyes widened in shock before filling with unshed,
humiliated tears. Bryce got a quick look at her naked, unbound breasts before
she quickly pulled her bra over them and hooked the front clasp. They were
magnificent, with large, still pointed nipples that he ached to feel in his
mouth.
Jerking her blouse closed,
Maggie rounded on Jason in righteous, shameful anger. “How could you?” she
demanded thickly.
“Relax, Maggie,” Jason
replied easily as he bent to retrieve his belt and loop it back through his
pants. “I’ve told you often enough that Bryce and I have few restrictions from
each other.”
“I thought you’d at least
let me know when you were going to have him present and give me a choice in the
matter,” she snapped.
“Whatever made you think
that?” he asked coolly. “You have no choices in this relationship, and if you
don’t like it, there’s the door. Besides, it’s not as if you’re his type. Men
generally don’t go for the frumpy, overweight type.”
“Jason,” Bryce began angrily
as he saw Maggie’s face pale and then redden beneath the insult. Before he could
disabuse both of them of Jason’s assumption, Maggie turned and fled past him,
her long, curly red hair flying out behind her. Rounding on his best friend, he
demanded angrily, “Why the fuck do you treat her that way?”
Sighing in remorse, Jason
watched her running down the hall until she disappeared around the corner. “Hell
if I know, but why do you care? She’s just another piece of ass in a long line
of them.” Jason didn’t want to admit to himself, let alone Bryce, that Maggie
scared the shit out of him. Her shy, sweet demeanor coupled with her innate
sexuality was a lethal combination, and his only defense against it was to
constantly remind her, and himself, of what he perceived as her shortcomings.
“She’s a nice kid and
deserves better than you. What makes you think she’s not my type?”
Jason glanced at him in
surprise. “I know you like her, but hell, Bryce, she’s not anything like what
you usually parade on your arm. Tall, leggy, and thin does not describe Maggie
in the least.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t
find her attractive. As a matter of fact, I do. Immensely. While you were
fucking her, all I could think of was joining you. She’s got a fine looking ass,
buddy.”
“Come on, let’s go,” Jason
said irritably. “We can discuss fucking Maggie at the club. I need a drink.”
Bryce smiled knowingly, “Is
that jealousy I hear?”
“Not hardly,” Jason replied
dryly. No, he had no strong feelings for Maggie. He wasn’t even sure why he kept
her around. She definitely wasn’t his usual type. But now that he knew Bryce had
the hots for her, he’d have to see what he could do to give his friend a little
time between Maggie’s thighs.
Bryce started to follow
Jason out of the office when he spotted the scrap of black satin panties still
lying discarded on the floor. Picking them up, he noted the white stain on the
crotch, evidence still of Maggie’s arousal. Even though the panties were ruined,
he slipped them in his pocket, his cock twitching at just the thought of them
being in there.
