Chapter 47

“That’s it, pretty little slut,” Astrid cooed as she looked down at Felicity. “Eat up and make sure you get my taste all over the pretty face of yours. Forehead to fucking chin.”

The start of the scene had begun as soon as Astrid entered Marc’s apartment. She had arrived dressed in a long peacoat under which she was wearing a leather bustier that pushed her tits out nicely and a leather skirt with slits on either side for easy movement. Her legs were clad in thigh-high stockings, and as she walked in she pulled a pair of black lace gloves out of the pocket of her coat and slipped them on.

Marc and Felicity had assumed their roles quickly. Mark was dressed in a suit, playing the recently-arrived Husband, and Felicity their coed toy who had come running at their call. Astrid had put Felicity to work immediately, as if she and Marc had spent a long day at work, getting her scurrying around to serve them wine and clean up areas of the apartment. Marc, for his part, played detached and aloof. As Felicity dusted things that didn’t need dusting, or fluffed the pillows on the couches, Astrid tutted and criticised, slowly disrobing Felicity. First went her sweater, a University of Toronto student sweater she’d brought with her. That left her in a sexy bra that Mark hadn’t seen her in before, and he smiled softly when he noticed Felicity glance over at him for his thoughts. He nodded softly before resuming his aloof demeanour.

The sweatpants went next, showing off Felicity’s big, juicy butt in a pair of panties that edged on being a thong. The bra and panties quickly followed and Felicity was left naked and bare, and then Astrid sat on the couch next to Marc and pretended to make small talk about their day as Felicity was made to massage her stocking-clad feet, and then Marc’s in his socks.

Things progressed quickly from there to toe-sucking, and then making Felicity grind her pussy on top of Astrid’s foot.

Finally, Astrid had had her fun and wanted to move on, and things moved up to the bedroom. She’d removed her skirt as Marc had put Felicity into the first position - the blonde’s arms were bound behind her with rope, and a spread bar at her knees kept her vulnerable as she knelt on the floor. Astrid had stepped in front of Felicity and now had her eating her out.

“How is she doing, dear?” Marc asked.

“Barely adequate,” Astrid sighed dramatically, though Marc had seen a few hidden twinges of pleasure leak through the green-haired woman’s facade. “I thought we’d taught you better, our little coed slut,” Astrid continued, ice feeding into her tone. “Or is it a factor of encouragement?” She looked back up at Marc. “I think she needs the flogger, ‘hubby.’”

Marc fetched it from the neatly arranged display of toys they had picked out and lined up on his dresser. He came back and Astrid motioned that he should do it. “Sit up and lean forward, little coed,” Marc said, adjusting Felicity so he had a clear view of her ass. It was a more difficult position for her to hold, but that was part of the game. Then he went to work with the flogger, striking his submissive’s ass again and again as she rubbed her face across Astrid’s pussy.