Chapter 48

“Oh, fuuuuck,” Astrid moaned. “See that, little pet? See Daddy with his cock in me, in his wifey’s pussy? You know he prefers asses, but for me he’ll fuck my tight pussy.”

That line got to Marc. They’d moved Felicity around again and she was lying half on the bed, her shoulders and head off the edge. Her arms were tied to the far posts of the headboard, keeping them lower and spread and letting her hold herself up if she needed to relieve the blood falling to her head. Her ankles were in a spreader bar keeping them wide apart, and her hair had been wrapped up and tied with a rope that was connected to a dull, bulbed hook that was in her ass that meant when she leaned her head up she was pulling on her butthole. This all left her gloriously big tits to spill freely and get fondled and played with by Astrid.

The part that was the real torture, however, was supposed to be the fact that Astrid was standing almost astride her while Marc fucked her standing from behind.

The thing was, Marc wasn’t against vaginal sex. It was good, and stimulating, and he’d had sex with plenty of women over his twenties. He just preferred to fuck a woman’s ass. Partially because of the power of it, partially the submission, and partially the taboo. A woman surrendering her ass felt more intimate and raunchy.

Teasing Felicity with a close-up view of him fucking Astrid vaginally wasn’t supposed to be an insult, just a tease. But what Astrid said made something burn in Marc’s chest.

Felicity was currently ball-gagged and couldn’t respond, though Marc was keeping a careful eye on her hands in case she made one of the signs that could mean to slow or stop. Without warning Astrid he pulled out of her and gave her pale, perky but a spank, then wrapped a hand up in her bright, green-dyed hair and held her tightly.

“Mmm, Daddy,” Astrid moaned, and he could hear the grin on her face.

Marc shifted his stance lightly and pushed his cockhead between her cheeks, pressing immediately against her little asshole and making it obvious he was knocking on the door and planning to enter.

“No prep?” Astrid asked, an obvious hesitation in her voice.

“Felicity can take it,” Marc challenged her.

She didn’t respond, and Marc pushed into her ass.

It was hot, and tight as hell, and would take a long time to get to a proper fucking state.

Below them, Marc could hear Felicity chuckling through her ball gag.

“Oooh, fuck, Master,” Felicity moaned loudly.

The ropes were gone except for the one binding her wrists behind her back. Marc ploughed into her familiar warmth, feeling her plush ass cheeks press against his hips as he groaned his pleasure.

“Back to work, pet,” Astrid said, pulling Felicity forward again. Astrid was lying at the head of the bed, propped up slightly with the pillows, and had one leg pulled back and tucked behind her shoulder in an impressive display of flexibility. Her bare skin, other than her stockings, was almost as red and flushed as Felicity’s.